#they both love eachother so much that its like tearing at their insides ripping them apart but in two vastly different ways

[dykespence]

Carla : lisa , you know I'd go to hell and back for you. but sometimes I just wish you'd stop going there

[poppy-metal]

ALPHA PATASHI oh my pussy is crying poppy i need to hear more PLEASE

pussy is literally creating a snail trail as we speak..... im going into heat just thinking about it..... they're both so hot headed - 'knot heads' they'd be called because they're both so typical alphas.... pheromones blasting, the need for domination itching under their skin - honestly it was a mistake to even get together but their sexual chemistry is too intense. its fun to roll around in the sheets and see who comes out on top - but when it cums to ruts.... its not fun - the need to dominate is too strong and they'll just end up breaking up during this period because they cant fucking stand to be around eachother.

honestly sharing an omega during their synced ruts is the best decision they ever made. you find an add or their profile on a dating app for people seeking partners for their heat cycles or rut cycles - going through them alone is a miserable experience and not everyone can afford suppressants. well, patrick and tashi definitely can but supressing their nature - too knot headed to even consider it.

you're on the app because, well. you're trying to get out there - its easier to just dive into a situation where everyone knows what they're there for than going through a dating experience and fumbling your way through it. the thought of being between two alphas..... especially ones as good looking as patrick zweig and tashi duncan - you're swiping right immediately.

a few quick conversations later, to set things up and go over guidelines and the like and you're suddenly in tashi's room and you realize you might have bit off more than you can chew - you've never quite felt such like prey as you do the moment they set their eyes on you. which is crazy, every omega feels that way somehow, eventually but. its intense, is what you mean.

its so hot in the room - sweaty and sweltering with their combined pheromones and heat emanating from them both - your skin is sticky with it and you're being dragged into patricks lap and tashi is yanking off your blouse and the buttons are scattering and you feel like a lamb caught better two very hungry wolves and fuck, fuck, you love it so much. slick leaking from your cunt in response to their hunger to ravage you.

you dont know how you survive it. tashi eats at your pussy until you're sobbing and trembling and rubbing her bigger clit against your smaller one - nearly able to fuck it inside you the more swollen it gets with her rut - being split open on patricks cock alone nearly ruins your life - you've never felt a knot so big and you genuinely fear he'll tear your pussy - rip it somehow - but hes grunting in your ear - telling you - "open that pussy - " and you just - listen. and its popping inside and tashi's biting and pulling your tits into her mouth as you sob and are bounced viciously up and down on a big alpha cock-

and that's just the first round. before tashi brings out the strap - before patrick gets too impatient and has to bully inside your ass - before tashi fucks your face with her engorged clit and patrick fucks your omega slick pussy with his thick fingers - before he fucks you again on your stomach - before they both lick your cunt at the same time - before you're riding patricks tongue while tashi rides his dick and she eats your tongue - before you're squished between them and you're just touched all over and -

Its a long night

[alltoolewis]

30 with lando pls

"Ride me."- Lando Norris.

Summary- you and lando celebrate his highest placing poduim after you comfort his nerves before the Italian grand prix....

Words- 1808...

(Warnings- Alot of fluff & smut! 18+! You've been warned!)

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You couldn't believe how quickly it all flew by. It felt like just yesterday when you met him... you the new photographer for McLaren, who didn't have a clue about F1, moving away from everything you knew to travel round the world taking pictures of cars worth more than your credit card & him, the new rookie, who had so much confidence on the track but who had near to none when it came to speaking to women... until you came along & And now here you were... 3 years later, moved in together, traveling the world doing the thing both of you loved & what a better way than doing that together.

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Your hands trembled just looking at him pacing the room,you could tell he was nervous.. I mean who wouldn't be, starting P3 in one of the most anticipated races of the calendar....

"Baby your making me dizzy" you giggled,slowly making your way over to him as he reaches for your clammy hand.

"Im sorry" he sighed, leaning into your touch as you pulled him closer "just nervous... I mean with all the pressure of me and danny starting up the grid & McLaren not having the season they hoped for, its just getting to me.. and you-" stopping himself, he looked deep into your eyes and for the first time you could see the panic and fear glossing his eyes like smoke...

"Im what baby?" You whispered, gently tracing your fingers though his newly combed locks, an action that you knew relaxed him...

"Your here..."

Confusion washed over you gently let go of him, taking a step back to watch his new fear wash over him..

"I can stay back here lando... if I'm the one making you nervous... I'm sure they wont mind me sitting out on this one, they have so many talented photographers, they won't miss m-"

Put of nowhere lando pulled you closer, locking your lips with his, taking all the unnecessary words out of your mouth.

"I'll miss you" lando mumbled against your lips, before pulling away pushing your forehead against yours...

"Your not the issue baby.. its just I know how dangerous this track is & I just don't want you to see anything that you shouldn't.... I couldn't cope with mysel-"

This time is was you to interrupt him, lifting up his chin to meet your.

"Lando I know the drill.... its not my first rodeo baby, every race is a dangerous one... I knew what I signed up for the minute I started falling in love with you & guess what... I dont regret one bit & you know why...?"

"Why?" He whispered, voice full of uncertainty.

"Because you.." you sighed, locking your lips with him again "are the best driver on that grid and you I've never been more proud of anything or anyone in my life.... your gonna be okay... and im gonna be right there for here for you, together forever eh?" You say, smirking as you see his face light up at your words, reaching out for your outstretched hand, locking your fingers as he repeated your words..

"Together forever"...

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"How many more laps left??" You sighed, hands beginning to tremble as you looked at the monitor, lando dropping down to 6th after his pit.

"26" zac sighed as he sat next you, placing a hand on your knee "hes doing well you know.... he a supers-"

However zak never got to finish his praise as gasps fill the garage, looking up to see Max's car ontop of Lewis's. Heart skipping a beat as you realised just how close it was to being lando...

"I have to go- I... what if it was him.. he was so close to them he was only a second away... what if" you whispered all the possible scenerios as tear filled your eyes, causing zac to pull you closer...

"Listen... you can't live your life with what ifs (y/n).. it could of been him but guess what it wasn't andd look where he is know!" He smiles looking up at the monitor just as lando overtakes Charles, reaching p2.

"I mean you could leave... but Together forever I heard?" Zac smirks as he places a headset on your knee as he gets up to get back to his place... "just in case you want to pop in and check up on him... you stresshead"

As the lap count increased, so did your heart rate, as you seen lando still at p2 with 1 lap to go and a 2 second gap between him and perez. Hands hesitating to pick up the headset that remained on your knee like a safety blanket. Only picking it up as the mclaren garage erupts in applause, not only has lando picked up his highest ever poduim but Daniel won!

'Lets fucking go lads' lando screeches as you place the headset on, zac giving you a little nod, letting you know you can talk to him.

"Baby" you whisper through the mic, voice trembling with pride and emotion.

"(Y/n)!!! We did it! We fucking did it!!" Lando screams as he makes his way to the last corner..

"We lando?!? I didn't do anything but hid behind zac the whole time" causing lando to chuckle before the set goes dead and the garage yet again erupts... letting you know the mclarens have parked up.

Lando was the first one out, immediately running over to zac and the rest of the team, and although you could tell he was ecstatic, apart of you knew that he was gonna be disappointed about not getting p1... but he's a team player & at the end of the day thats all that matters.

After the hugs from the team, it was your turn to be pulled into your sweaty boyfriends arms, in the biggest bear hug you've ever been given.

"I'm sooo proud of you baby" you whisper, running your hand through is wet locks. Tears welling your eyes for what felt like the 50th time today.

"I love you so much" he screamed, picking your feet of the ground as he twirled you around, so fast you would of sworn he would of got the fastest lap!

"And by the way" he smirks, locking your lips with his "theres no me without you...."

However your sweet moment was inturpted as you get rudely pulled away from eachother by a certain ecstatic Australian....

"Alright love birds, plenty of that later" grabbing lando by the shoulders, pushing him towards the poduims "continue that later please, me and loverboy here have a shoey to do"

Your heart melts as you hear landos laugh, even from 10 meters away, but nothing made your race more than seeing him mouth the words anyone would dream about hearing.....

"Cant wait too rip them clothes off".....

And by lord did he keep his promise, not even being able to close the door before your 'mclaren 4' tshirt was pulled from your body.

"Ive been dying to do this from the moment I crossed that line" lando groaned as he pushed against the wall, using all his last energy, locking his lips with yours. Tounges fighting for dominance as he unhooks your bra, throwing it carelessly across the room.

Before you knew it you thrown on the bed, just as carelessly as your long forgotten bra.

"How the fuck did I get this lucky" lando moaned as he hovers over your already shaken body, eyes gazing over your bare body, filling with not only with lust but love....

Sitting up you, you lock your lips again....

"I should be saying that too you.." you mumble against his mouth, flipping your body ontop of his as your hands trace down his bare chest.

"Ahh taking in charge I see" he smirks, throwing his arms at the back of his head, as your unbutton his belt, seeing his hard cock push against the poorly made cotton.

"Only the best for my champion" you whisper, pulling down the last layer before getting to work. Lips locking over the tip, as you look straight in his eyes, making sure he can see the collection of pre-come of your tounge as it traces on his tip.

"Fuck doll..." lando wheezed as your hand goes up and down his shaft, his hands pulling your hair back as you take him deeper down your throat. His groans filling the room as your eyes welled up for a different reason this time as you feel his tip against the back of your throat, however you didnt have time to enjoy your meal for any longer as he pulls you away. Leaning down, he latches your lips to his, moaning as he tastes himself on your tounge.

"Dont want to finish in your mouth"

Laying back down, throwing one of your legs over his waist causing you to straddle him....

"Ride me." He demands, and like the good girl you were you took no time to fulfill his needs. Pulling out a condom from under the pillow he wa layed on..

"Dont judge me.. i knew this was gonna happen"

Lando chuckled as you slipped the condom on him, positioning yourself before sinking on him, Causing both of your breaths to hitch...

"Fuck (y/n)... how the fuck are you still this tight after 3 years of fucking you" lando moaned as your hips start to rock against his waist, finding your familiar rhythm as his hands find your waist. The sound of skin slapping could only be heard, as you allowed him to fill you up.

"Fuck lando" you yell throwing your hand back as he places his hand on your clit, matching the rhythm of your hips "dont stop" you scream as he picks up the pace.

Using his free hand to continue guiding your hips on his cock, pushing his hips up to meet yours.

Moans filled the air, both of you knowing full well that the rest of the mclaren could hear your 'private celebration' however neither you seemed to care as your screams filled up the room.

"Im so close" you sigh as lando continues to meet your hips half way, leaning down to meet his lips.

"Me too baby... fuck me too"

Without out any more warnings, lando let go, feeling his seed fill up the condom that was still thrusting inside you.

"Come on baby let go" lando yelled, hand moving faster against your clit as he, attaches onto your sensitive tits. Something that he knew could bring you to cum hust on its own...

"Fuck!!!" You scream as the pleasure washes over you, collapsing on his chest as you both tried to catch your breath.

"I love you so much" he whispered as he pulled your swollen lips into one last kiss..

"I love you too lando" you whispered back, leaning back into his chest as he begins to comb his fingers through your hair, a action that after 3 years of love he knew would instantly put you to sleep... and like everything that boy does, he never fails...

[shlutnutt]

𝙍𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 5.

this is my first ever smut and probably any writing in general so dont expect it to be the best loll.. hope you enjoy though :) !!!

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴!! : 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘵, 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘹?, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘤𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨

ight so boom.

Mr. March continued staring at your pretty face, analyzing and tracing every single one of your soft unique features with his gaze, completely mesmerized and in hunger. You weren't in the mood due to some hotel customers ding dong ditching every door they'd lay their eyes on causing lots of complains. The feeling of annoynce started to rise within you causing you to attempt to snap him out of his dreamy fantasy. His room dark and quiet, the chat you were both having, was soon ready to turn into an avalanche.

"What the fuck, James. Stop staring at me." you snapped raising your voice slightly with confidence. His mesmerized stare quickly transformed into a deep frown, feeling absolutely disrespected. His goal was to intimidate you, to make you beg for forgiveness as he got up from his creaky antique sofa heading behind his work desk carefully leaning down opening one of the bottom drawers. Fully invested you follow his every move, eager to find out what's in his creative murder mind this time.

"Listen to me Y/N... Didn't we talk about disrespecting daddy? I thought we did. Didn't we?" James questions in pure elegance and lust, jingling the heavy handcuffs he had in hand. Your breath got caught in your throat, immediately regretting your previous outrageous comment, predicting what were to happen next giving the best to your ability to not make a single comment, facial expression, or nervious body language to prevent giving him any sort of satisfaction. Making James upset was one of your many favorite hobbies, knowing the effect it has on him and will most definitely have on you also, its like going on a never ending roller coaster, only that this roller coaster is full of teasing and is absolutely stunning. Silence filling the room with an unbreakable stare you both hold, you slowly press your legs together feeling your innocence get wetter by the minute. "Get up" demands James, scanning your every move as you get up from your seat and slowly walk towards him nervousness filling every single flesh in your body. "Yes, daddy?" You automatically innocently question, remembering how much he loved that word slip out of your lips.

The two of you now inches away from eachother, a small seductive smirk appearing on his delicate pink lips. Leaning down to your ear James sassed "You think you can go 5 rounds today, my dereast?" Unsure you responded to his rhetorical question "Of course I can why would you thi-" James smashes his lips onto yours, leaving you breathless. Carefully and discretely putting your hands behind your back as he handcuffs you. He chokes you, hard. Making sure he leaves marks for days, you squeeked in shock realizing that your hands had been handcuffed and your under James' harsh chokehold. March breaks the kiss only to pull your chin down slightly opening your mouth spitting on your tongue and going back to kiss you, tasting him in your mouth, your lips feel painfully numb from the harsh kisses you two shared, shifting slightly from his lips you feel a harsh stinging from James' harsh touch against your cheek, you groan in pleasure loving how aggressive he's gotten with you.

"Get on your knees, my pretty little slut" Still handcuffed you drop down to your knees almost immediately, soaking wet and ready for whats to come next.

"Listen to me, beautiful. You are not to make a single sound. Okay? If you do, I'll make sure I bring everyone from this entire hotel into this room and let them watch how I fuck you." You look up at him totally mesmerized by his masculine beauty ignoring his comment for a second, you pause a little just to admire the man who's soul you were about to suck. You open your mouth signaling James that you were ready for his hard member. He begins grinding his hips lightly against your tongue, you grew in desperate need as his clothed member brushed up and down your tongue. You've been doing a great job following James' intructions until a delightful deep groan slipped out of James, making you want to orgasm in that instant. He was aware of the effect that had on you so he proceeded his deep groans and began taking off his buttoned up shirt, revealing his sweaty toned chest and abs. You were driving crazy and attempted to unzip his pants with your teeth in which you failed miserably, "So needy.. hm?" James exhales, his cock still rubbing on your face completing your attempt for you allowing his member to spring up lightly tapping his stomach and back down to your forehead . You didnt think twice before slipping his tip into your mouth, teasing him lightly as a result from him teasing you beforehand.

"Oh fuck, Y/N.. You're doing so good." James praises. You now sucking him fully and uncontrollably, his deep lustfilled moans traveling through the dullness of his room. You groan slightly to his moans completely forgetting about his previous warnings, you feel him pull out of you and harshly pulling you up by your throat. Without a word leaving his lips he harshly throws you onto the bed and uncuffs you, searching for another pair of handcuffs as he aggressively handcuffs you again onto the antique bed frame this time that sat behind his bed. A smirk not leaving your lips as you teasingly exclaim "Come on, daddy. Let them watch how you fuck me." James seem to be distracted with something which you paid no mind to but immediately teleports your way and rips all of your clothes apart throwing every item of your clothing to their own direction, leaving you butt naked. Your wetness now leaking onto James' bed who doesn't stop staring at your innocence for a second.

"You're so wet for me already, gorgeous?" James teases as he swipes two fingers through your folds collecting your juices making you clench in pleasure. You watch him as he sucks your juices off of one of his fingers, leading his other one to your mouth allowing you to taste yourself as well. You sucked his finger dry, as he carefully watched you. "Mmm, I would like some more" You hear James groan as he leans down to your leaking innocence and shaky legs, slowly opening your thighs allowing him to have full access to whats been needing him the most. James licked your cunt once causing you to moan pathetically not caring about his previous demands. The pulling on your handcuffs and James' tongue ultimately exploring your sweet insides, driving you closer and closer to your high giving you a huge feeling of ecstasy sending shock waves through your entire body it was unbelievably astonishing.

"Knock, knock! I gathered everyone... Mr. march. We're ready for the meeting.." You hear a familiar feminine voice say in utter confusion as they hear your helpless moans from the other side of the hotel door. Your eyes opening wide in shock, knowing exactly what the psycho eating you out had just done. You feel him get up, you stare at the ceiling for a few seconds in pure embarrassment knowing what was to come as you see James unzipping his pants once more, sneaking his hands under your sweaty naked body to flip you over all in one swift motion. You were now faced down on the humid bed, your back arched in natural tradition. You look back to James slapping your ass.. hard. Causing you to close your eyes tight feeling the harsh sting as he kissed it afterwards. You later hear shifting sounds from behind, making you look back once again. You encounter James with a sharp classic knife in hand, pure lust in his eyes as you see his chest moving up and down aggressively. James had a knife play kink. He loved to see your body quiver in fear as he traced the blade down your body lightly cutting you at times, he admired licking your blood clean as you cry under his touch. He's James Patrick March, nothing too surprising coming from him.

"Are you ready for our guests, my pretty little thing?" Another rhetorical question drops from his lips. Your body aching in eagerness for James, you hear footsteps and whispers from behind you. You don't dare look in pure embarrassment. Closing your eyes tightly in discomfort you feel a familiar thick touch against your folds, making you softly whimper in need. James smashed himself into you not giving you any time to adjust to his size, rapidly thrusting and groaning against your powerless self, your orgasm soon approaching to the experience you were feeling. The crowd watching, James fucking you nonstop and pressing the blade up and down your back softly while you're handcuffed to the bed frame made the desirable experience surreal, making you cum. Your juices coating James' member as he pulls out to lick you clean and go back in. A few people from the crowd had left in disbelief and shock as a few others stayed to enjoy the show such as Mr. Wu and the pornstars, taking mental notes. James fucked you again and again, making you cum again and again until he was on his last round.

Round number 5.

Your body completely exhausted melting to James' aggressive penetration into your now sensitive warmth, made you beg for him to stop. Causing him to thrust a couple more times, before pulling out and nutting on your back. The warmth of his cum on your back giving you a feeling of relief. "Uncuff m-me.. plea- please.." you suggested barely even being able to speak. "Of course sweetheart, you should've asked before" he smiled at you innocently as if he wasn't going to punish you for if you asked such thing. He uncuffs you, wrists red and nearly bleeding, you collapse onto him and hug him tightly tearing from your exhaustion. James realizes you've begun getting vulnerable under him and asks everyone to leave.

"Bath?" James asked innocently, as if he didnt just made you cum 5 times all in one night.

"Yeah.. bath" you answer. Smile forming on James' soft cheeks, dimples appearing.

"Hey, can we not do that again?" you ask. James looks up from his blade which he had been fidgeting with to your face in confusion. "The everyone watching me thing." you specify. Causing a chuckle to fall from his lips. "You told me to, dear. Remember?" You then laugh, remembering that you in fact did tell him to, pushing him playfully which causes him to look up at you, serious expression on his face. You look at him also, breaking the eye contact quickly realising you've fucked up.

"Round 6?"

"Oh God, no James."

[fandom-blackhole]

Not that I think that it’s in any of their characters to really go along with this but King! Boba, Mandalor! Din, and Tribe Leader! Paz in an arranged marriage with a very innocent and pure partner. Who would woo their new spouse? Who would jump right in on corrupting them?

Omg yeeessss, I love this.....

Din didn't want an arranged marriage and he hated that the Mand'alor court was forcing his hand and making him agree to one. Din was raised in a world where you found your own riduur that you would love and raise little warriors with, and the fact that he had no say in the matter upset him. But when he met you, his first thought was that maybe the arranged marriage wasn't such a bad thing. The more he got to know you the more he realized that you were just so sweet and pure and you would be the perfect person to rule the planet by his side. Being the mandalorians that they were the marriage moved quickly and soon the two of you were married. Din kept his distance and never did anything that you didn't encourage. But then one day Jedi Master Luke Skywalker came for a visit, and he brought Grogu along with him. Din couldn't keep his eyes off of you as you played with his son and just how attached Grogu got to you before he left later that night after a shared dinner. Din could feel something pressing in the back of his mind everytime he looked at you, but he always pushed back not wanting to acknowledge it. But when he stood outside your room after walking you there after the jedi and his son left, that pressing feeling hit him full force and he couldn't hold back from you. He followed you into your room and pressed you against the wall. You had seen his face a handful of times, but you were still shocked by his beauty everytime you saw him. So when he took off his helmet and kissed you, you could do nothing but kiss him back just as passionately. Then he pulled back and pressed his forehead to yours and said, "Tell me to stop and I will sweet girl, but you need to tell me now because I won't be able to stop myself soon." You could only stare at him speechless until he started pulling off his armor carefully. Once he was in only his undergarments, he pulled you close and stripped you before laying you on the bed and making love to you. After that he periodically comes to your room and ravishes you, and you find out very quickly about that breeding kink of his.

Boba didn't care for the idea of an arranged marriage, but if it meant he could expand his empire he would consider it. So when the time came to meet you, he was grumpy and just wanted everything to be over, but when you smiled softly at him and gave him a little bow he immediately took interest. After the meeting where he and your father made pressed out the last details of the deal and marriage, you had asked him softly to walk with you, and Boba couldn't find it in himself to say no. So he lead you throughout the palace, and as you made small talk Boba very quickly caught onto the innocence and sweetness that surrounded you, and he was hooked. The two of you spent hours walking and when you both reached the hall that lead to Boba's bedroom he instantly formed an idea. He lead you down the hall and into the room, and when you turned to look at him quizzically, you were only met with his mouth on your own in a harsh passionate kiss. When you finally pulled back from the kiss to breath, Boba kissed to your ear and said, "Little one, you're so sweet its addictive..." Then he started kissing you again and backing you up until you fell back onto the bed. You could see the hungry way Boba's eyes followed you and how they watched your chest heave from you heavy breaths, then he huskily whispered, "Little one, I'm going to wreck that innocence of yours, are you going to let me?" You could only whimper and nod, before Boba was ripping your clothes off of your body and feeling every inch of you he could. And when he got impatient, he pulled his cod piece off and moved his pants down just enough for his hard cock to bounce out. You could only whimper when you caught sight of how large he was, and you saw his smirk as he pumped himself a few times before he leaned over you and said, "Its okay little one, I'll go slow this time," before he started slowly pressing into you. True to his word, Boba went slow while he fucked you, torturously slow, all the while whispering dirty things in your ear that made you blush all the way down to your nipples. By the time you finally came on his cock you felt like you had been drug across the dune sea only to find the freshest and most clear and beautiful oasis. You came so hard that your ears started ringing and you swear your screamed out his name, but you weren't sure. By the time you came down from your high, you felt Boba still seated deep inside of you, hard as ever, and he whispered, "Such a good girl. Are you ready for more?"

Paz was pretty indifferent to the idea of the arranged marriage. It definitely wasn't how he wanted to meet or marry his ridduur, but it was for the betterment of his clan, and his clan always comes first. The marriage was set up to bring both your clan and his own together. He knew a little about you before ever meeting you, mainly only your family history and the basics about your tribe. What he didn't know was that the second he saw you he was going to become enamored. Before you even spoke to him Paz knew that you were soft and innocent, he knew that you were a pure being. Paz was instantly taken with you, and as part of his agreement for the marriage he set up a period for courting and getting to know eachother, so that the marriage would not fall apart. Paz instantly took to courting you, he would bring you gifts constantly, flowers from the patch that grew outside the covert, trinkets from the local villiages he visited when getting supplies, little treats and snacks he though you would like. He also took you on small dates where the two of you could talk, these were often short and not often because of his duties as a leader but he tried to make time for you. A week before the wedding was to take place he, showed up suddenly and asked if you would like to go for a walk. On the walk he lead to a quiet field not far from the covert, but it was hidden and very much untouched. He told you that he came there to think when he was stressed and you could only smile at him softly and squeeze the hand that you were holding. Then he lead you to a blanket that had a basket sitting on the edge and you gasped and smiled wider realizing that he had gone through the trouble to set up the date before he went and got you. After sitting you down on the blanket and settling beside the basket himself, he told you that he had the rest of the day off to spend with just you. The two of you talked for a few minutes until you noticed the basket move slightly, when you pointed it out, you could feel Paz’s smile as he grabbed the basket setting it on his lap. He informed you that he had two more gifts for you before the wedding. Then he pulled out a small cute little lothcat kitten and handed it to you, you could only giggle with happiness as you held the kitten close to your chest. Then he pulled put a ring, and you instantly recognized it to be made from beskar. He gently took your hand and said, "I had my Armorer make this for you, mesh'la. It has our clan names engraved inside of it as well as my clan signet on the outside....It...it is also made from beskar taken from my own armor..." You felt yourself tear up as you looked at him and whispered about how beautiful it was. The week flew by quickly, as did the wedding celebration. Everything felt like a blur, but the second Paz lead you into his home you were instantly nervous. Paz pressed his forehead against your own before pulling back and gently taking off his helmet. You stood there soaking in and memorizing his face before the two of you at the same time leaned forward and connected your lips. Paz pulled you close and held you as he kissed you with as much love as he could. Then he pulled back and the two of you silently and lovingly undressed eachother. Once the two of you were bare Paz laid you against the furs that made up his bed and he made slow, passionate love to you.

I may or may not have gotten carried away with this one...whoops.....

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[retrogalwrites]

Lara Croft x f!Reader

Title: “The greed of man” / see on ao3

Summary: You and your darling Lara are going to a fancy gala party.Or that was the plan, at least.

Contents: vaginal fingering, kissing, nipple play, fluffy lovers, tiny reader, tall Lara Croft, possessive behavior, slight makeup kink,  jealous Lara

Words:1289

In spite of both her social status and profession, it was not often that Lara had to attend any fancy events or galas, but when these inevitably took place, it was always rather exciting to attend with her.

You had put on your most expensive gown, a red piece with rubies and gold accents that Lara had bought for you. A great meticulous effort was always put into your appearance for all the fancy things, not because you wanted to be impressing or fitting in with the upper crust, rather you simply wanted to always look your best for your darling Lara.

When you had finished doing your hair and makeup to perfection, you stepped out of the walk-in closet to see your girlfriend patiently waiting for you, sitting on that antique couch in the middle of her large bedroom.

She wore a sleek black dress that accentuated her beautiful curves in all the right places, her hair left in a carefree ponytail that still managed to look great on her. Looking up from an old, dusty book, her brown eyes glistened in delight as soon as she caught sight of you. The book was quickly put to the side and forgotten.

"Golly!" She exclaimed with a teasing smile. "Now that's a sight for sore eyes, no wonder you took so long. You look just marvelous."

"Well, you are one to talk, beautiful." With a giggle, you walked over to her. A muscular, yet lean arm quickly wrapped around your waist as she pulled you close against her, it was so nice how the curvatures of her body fit so perfectly with yours, like two puzzle pieces made for eachother. Soon her lips were gingerly kissing your temple, trailing a careful path up your hairline towards the crown of your head. Lara dwarfed you in height, so it was quite easy for her to.

"Nonsense!" She laughed against your hair, as her free hand waved at the air with playful, dramatic dismissal. "Whenever we go out like this, I can see how all those blokes stare at you like slobbering dogs."

You giggled again, leaning yourself against her taller frame with certain neediness, playful in nature. Lara joined you in your laughter, with both her arms around you she embraced you tighter, making so your face gently rested on top of her bust, as you stared at her with loving eyes.

"Are you kidding me? It's you who they look at!"

You meant it, and truly, how could you blame them? Lara was stunning in more ways than one, a woman of power and beauty that made you wonder sometimes just how an adventurous lady of posh status and you, a rather average person in most accounts, ended up together. Not that you were complaining of your luck, of course.

"Believe me, they are always looking at you, luv." She reaffirmed, one of her hands traveling to your face, her thumb playfully patting the plumpness of your lower lip. Those brown eyes burned with something, a strong longing that the tomb raider only ever felt towards precious treasures. "You're so beautiful, and men are a bunch of greedy bastards..."

It was a quick way to make your body feel hot, heat rising to your face as you stared into Lara's smoldering gaze. A cheeky smile on her face showing her delight at managing to make you flustered, as always.

"I can't believe it, you're jealous!" You breathed, smiling softly.

"I'm terribly jealous." And with that her lips claimed yours. The kiss was soft at first, the feeling of her soft lips like the touch of a feather, but soon she wanted more, and so did you. Pressing her mouth harder against yours, lips molding perfectly with each other, her tongue slid its way into the sweet inside of your mouth, allowed by your eager need to taste her. You did not even care about ruining your lipstick, because the moment Lara would kiss you all you could think of was her, and only her.

It was like she felt the same, the hunger in which she devoured your breath proving as much. Moaning into the kiss, your hands instinctively went to gently paw at the exposed back of her dress, the feeling of your nails on her skin making Lara groan against your mouth. You could feel your stomach burning with heat, a need for your lover's attention on your pussy growing with each second.

Her strong arms held you tight, hands soon moving to your ass, squeezing through the layers of fabric, making you whine softly. That sound seemed to be enough for her, quickly she was lifting you up effortlessly.

"Lara!"

You yelped, breaking the kiss just as she started walking towards her bed with you. A brief moment of lucidity as you whined. "We are going to be late...!" But you really didn't want her to stop.

And so she didn't. Laying you on the fancy mattess, your body bouncing on it's softness as Lara crawled above you, staring at your red face and ruined lips with positive pride, and possessiveness.

"Oh, let them wait." She reassured, her hand moving to the top of your dress before yanking it down, exposing your tits bare for her. "Right now, you're my treasure."

You gasped. Her lips were drawn to your supple mounds, peppering them with wet kisses as she sucked at the tender skin to leave love bites behind. One of her hands quickly lifted the layers of skirt of your dress until her fingers graced the silk and lace of underwear you wore underneath.

"Oh, Lara..."

Her attention on your tits moved to your tender erect nipples, her mouth latching to one of the hard buds. Her expert tongue teasing them as she suckled from your breast.

Meanwhile, her digits were already playing with your clit, the pad of her finger rubbing and stimulating the little bundle of nerves, making your toes curl, your body writhing underneath her. Soon Lara's fingers were teasing your slick folds, playfully and agonizingly.

But it wasn't until you felt two of them breaching into the fleshy insides of your pussy that you cried loudly to the vast echo of her room.

"Fuck, fuck, Lara...!!"

Your hands found purchase on her hair, messing up her ponytail. She groaned against your breast, pleased and proud to know she was already making you cry for her like that, so needy and desperate, for her an only her. Lara's fingers slid into you easily, pressing against your tight walls to find that sweet spot, curling and twisting until she had found it. You cried again, back arching against her frame, tears pricking your eyes made your mascara run down your cheeks.

"Oh my god, fuck..."

She pumped them into you with loving roughness, stretching you around them and hitting that perfect spot that soon had you pulling at her messy ponytail, you were so close to your peak that your head was turning blank, dizzy.

"Cum for me, darling."

When she whispered those words against your hot skin, you felt yourself overcome by pleasure, an orgasm ripping through your body making you see stars.

"Lara, Lara, LARA!!!"

You screamed, cumming on her fingers. Lara groaned, feeling your juiced coat her digits while your tight walls clamped around them.

As you breathed for air, she started kissing your face, with make up all smeared on it, tenderly before leaning back and watch you like the cat who got the cream.

With a triumphant smirk, the archeologist let out a breathy laugh."So, you still fancy going to the gala?"

"Oh, shut up, you idiot."

You pulled her down to kiss her on the lips again.

[lillian-nator]

Wallflower AU (aka highschool au made w/ @bellfort3)

V i b e s - hanging on the roof; walking across train tracks; skipping school; Lakes, yes, something with lakes; something with different types of sodas. - My angsty teens are gonna have painted nails - Tommy bleaches his hair; Wilbur dyes his hair black - dramatic fuck. - Wilbur in eyeliner plz - Wilbur wears doc martens; black, yellow, maroon, silver shiny - Tommy's worn the same exact jean jacket for the past 5 years; it's 2 sizes bigger than he is; but he wears it every single day; it has fur on the inside; and its light washed with tears; the tears didn’t come like it; he's just ripped it over the years - He doesn't wash it very often, but he's glued patches on it, and Wilbur's drawn on it in sharpie. He just layers hoodies or flannels under it when it’s cold, but still wears it when it's hot - Tommy's also worn the same shoes for YEARS, they’re duct taped together at this point, they're white converse, they're not white anymore, and he's bleach-washed them SO many times that they permanently smell like chemicals. - The laces are frayed, so bad that he doesn’t even wear the laces most days. - Tommy doesn't shy from going in mud or water though, he'll wear the shoes to their fullest and then some. - I think you can tell by now, that Tommy just doesn’t come from a lot of money. - They live in a kind of run down town, very poor, old, smallish. - Wilbur is middle class, which is very well off in the area he lives in. - Wilbur gives off family disappointment vibes. Where he has to sneak out at night, Tommy can leave through his front door. - Wilbur calls Tommy “sunshine”, but very sarcastically since Tommy is a dick :) - Tommy has one of Wilbur's old beanies; it's black and monster branded, the monster logo is green - Wilbur gave it to Tommy 3 years ago, and Tommy never gave it back - btw Tommy's 17 and Wilbur's 19: Tommy's a junior and Wilbur's a senior - Wilbur only drinks Green Apple Monster - Tommy drinks sugar free redbull, but mostly only when Wilbur buys it for him, because Tommy usually doesn't have pocket change - Wilbur and Tommy bring speakers to the train tracks and dance and by that, its them jumping around and occasionally pushing someone over - Tommy uses his allowance to buy cigarettes; Wilbur vapes - both mentally ill - Wilbur is essentially the modern emo. He has this one yellow and black flannel that's oversized, and he wears it multiple times a week - it’s a problem.

- Dream, Wilbur, Karl, Tommy, Big Q, SapNap, Punz, and Tubbo - That’s the group. - I have just been talking about Tommy and Wilbur but they are the main characters so you can suck it. - A scene with Dream, Wilbur, Karl, Tommy, Big Q, SapNap, Punz, and Tubbo, at a lake, throwing each other in, and Tommy gets his shoes soaked, but he saves his jacket from the fall. Water gun fights, and they drink energy drinks and eat chips. they lay in the grass and contemplate life, Talk abt life yes. Abt existence. Abt how shit it is. Half of them have to wake up early and sneak home, the other half get to stay as long as they like. - Tommy tucks his t-shirts into his pants, which are always very baggy black jeans with just gigantic holes. - Tommy and Dream both have ADHD, however, Tommy's meds are purely from welfare, he cannot afford to give any out. Dream however? From an upper-middleclass family. Basically millionaires in this town. He can afford to lose some of his meds. - He yells in the clearing "COME GET YOUR DRUGS CHILDREN" - Besides, I've learned that there are like so many different ADHD meds, and maybe Tommy is just on something a lot stronger than adderall. He can't partake in the pill popping, but he doesn't mind. He does it every morning. - They don't do it often, maybe once a month, depends on how big Dream's prescription is - not that he regularly takes them like a good boy should - And I won't ever write this, but Gogy hangs out with them every so often, in which Gogy and Wilbur have an on and off again hooking up type relationship - whenever they hang out, Gogy like sits and Wilbur's lap and shit - Tommy and Punz GAG - "EW the fuck - get your hands off eachother. ITS GROSS - NO PDA IN MY BACKYARD"

- They hang out in an abandoned Building. But they don't try to fix it up. They're not fucking VSCO girls. They just want somewhere to hang out - If anything they make it worse - they fucking trash the place - It’s not intentional though - It’s like they can have fun without worrying abt the mess - just, sometimes they spill hawiian punch mixed with vodka everywhere - THEY GHOST HUNT AND OUIJA BOARD AND SHIT - They hang out in cemeteries too. they play manhunt in a cemetery, but like the regular version- like just hide and go seek in the dark. - they've done seances even though almost all of them are atheists - anyways the point of the fact is, is that half of them (excluding the minors you know) I'm looking at you Karl and Q - somethings going on between you two have made out with guys, and I'm not gonna sugar coat it, most modern like takes on religion do not take kindly to that

- they go to prom - and Dream somehow ends up with a ton of weed, because he had just turned old enough, and had the money - and they get fucking high OUT of their minds, like they're never doing it again - like, George and Wilbur definitely hooked up at Wilbur's house, which they aren't supposed to do - because Wilbur's parents will fucking flip that Wilbur is sleeping with a random person. No one is quite sure where SapNap ended up, and Tommy lost one of his shoes. In a panic, they spent the next 3 hours looking for it to find it at the lake by the school - Tommy fucking cradles it to his chest. -  (are wilburs parents homophobic?) (yes maybe a little side of homophobia) (Is wilbur bisexual or gay?) (he is ‘whoever the fuck looks bangable’) (fair enough) (he is ‘gogy my king’) (TRUUUE) - the bleachers - they hang out under the bleachers

- Gogy = Stylish stoner - very popular, but never not high - Karl is like the goody two-shoes of the group, doesn't skip class, and is on the principals list, however, he will NEVER back down from space brownies - its his weakness - Tubbo has a subway pass, and they do that thing where Tubbo swipes it and everyone fucking bolts into the subway, and they take all the trains at like 4am and just hang from the bars and shit - Wilbur still dresses relatively like, nicely and scholarly, which puts everyone off. He wears very loose sweaters with button-ups underneath. with khakis or black jeans and his docs - where his best friend, our Tommy, wears borderline yellow converse, and one bleached two-sizes-too-large jean jacket, and some second-hand-store hoodies, that are always a bit too worn in, but so, incredibly Tommy - Tommy who legit hasn't brushed his hair in years, not with a brush anyways - too frantic to brush his teeth most mornings. but always chewing gum; Tommy's always everywhere at once - ADHD meds only half-working on him, they couldn't afford the good shit - He'll never quite understand Dream handing out his adderall for free, Tommy would kill for the hard shit, but hey, he's never gonna stop his friends from having a good time

- Let's talk about Karl Jacobs - good ole' goody two shoes Jacobs - all of his teachers are constantly trying to get him to stop hanging out with Tommy and gang - every parent teacher conference is "we love your boy, but we are concerned about his friends" - Teachers have meetings with him, about how the people you surround yourself with can change your future - Karl's like, from the good side of town, plays first in the drumline, plays violin on the side, straight a's, clean-white-air-force-ones type of guy. Name brand clothes. Combed hair - Packed lunch every day from his mom; gets dropped off by his mom, kisses her goodbye; Mom is like very involved in school too - PTA parent - it's fucking good kid Jacobs - and he's sneaking off with fucking potheads to go to college parties and abandoned buildings - Does he do drugs? Well, he’s a big fan of treats if you know what I mean :wink wink: - ….you ever see Ted's video about a 500mg edible …. yeah. - big fan of gummy bears and brownies - Karl shows up to Parties and there are shouts of "Fuckin' goody-two-shoes Jacobs is HERE" - a lot of people make fun of him and think they can push him around - He seems like a softie; welcome mat type beat - but fucking watch this man chug 5 cups of whatever you give him, and then still win beer pong - Like his best friend is fucking quackity, he can do the hard shit - its very much a his parents have no clue who he actually is type beat - Look, his parents have no clue where he is ever - And if they even know he’s out, they don’t know where or with who - If his mom is at all involved in the school, she'll hear about Quackity, basically a drug dealer with how much hash weed he hands out on a daily basis. - Tommy has to be contained in order for the school to run smoothly, and Wilbur is a dramatic fuck that sleeps through most of his classes - Tommy has to take frequent breaks - They make him spend 3rd period in the principles office - Like he obviously needs help but he can’t afford it at all. Even the school can’t do anything for him bc he can’t get anything official for himself - like he can't even try to concentrate - He gave up so quickly in high school, bc they don’t have enough time or staff to help him - he tried in middle school - but man, did he give up in highschool - Yeah. He knows it is hopeless. Can't even afford college anyway. he'll just do whatever Wilbur does - here's an idea: Fucking Karl Jacobs showing up to school one morning just absolutely hammered out of his mind - Karl just showing up to first period AP Physics, and he's barely awake, honestly smells so much like weed and booze, and if he breathed anywhere near you, you could just feel the alcohol radiating from his breath - He's extra bubbly, laughs at everything - takes out his notebook to take some sort of notes, and just fucking giggles at the shapes and equations. He is very spacy, he clearly stayed up all night doing something very illegal; he gets up and jumps around. 2nd period band? oh boy - He gets sick at lunch bet - Like everyone got Drunk but Karl got FUCKED up - It was his birthday, bet - He took like 17 shots over the course of like 8 - 12ish hours, and I looked it up, despite karl being super scrawny and probably like 140 - 150ish pounds - which isn't a lot for being 5'11 - will not kill him - BECAUSE, you guessed it, he turned 17 - He didn't sleep, he was awake taking shots and just fucking who knows what until 6am when they stumbled to school - at lunch, 11:30 in the morning - he's head down on the table, miserable - he doesn't have a hangover yet, because it's only been a few hours, but man, is he nauseous - just the smell of food makes his stomach churn - and the thing about fucking Jacobs showing up drunk as hell - is that at least one of his teachers has called his mom about it - SHES PRESIDENT OF THE PTA FOR FUCKS SAKE, ONE OF THEM KNOWS HER - And the teachers aren't stupid, Karl is so obviously drunk - generally Karl is pretty quiet in class; but now he has no distinction between hanging with hs friends and being in class - he's shouting and cracking jokes and is very tempted to kick his chair over - Anyways, Karl fucks himself over, end of story  - ONTO PUNZ’S RELGIEOUS TRAUMA WOOOOOOOOOOOO - It's Punz - fuckin' golden boy Punz; he plays football; and goes to church; and calls his mother "momma"; wears a nice church outfit; and is polite to the bible study mothers that come over on tuesday nights and gets them drinks - just a fuckin' golden boy - A religious family. Go to church every Sunday. Sunday school. Holidays. But. The kid just realizes that they don’t believe in god. Them telling the group like they’re high and he’s like “you know? Some of the shit that’s happened to us proves to me that god rlly isn’t real.” - and Punz like prays every day for Tommy's dad to get his job back; or for Gogy to get better parents; or for Karl to live the life he wants; and NOTHING EVER WORKS. THEY'RE ALL STILL FUCKED. - by the way we will get the the Tommy's dad losing his job later - But Punz's life is controlled by something he doesn't even believe in anymore - because he's still going to the like church breakfasts, and christmas service, and every sunday morning, and helping his mom's ladies bible study, and his parents are talking about sending him to a youth bible camp - - and he doesn't even think he believes in god anymore. - Punz kind of took out his own personal, religious, and family struggles out the way most teenage boys do. Drinking, and lots of sex. - SO I just imagined this like, really dramatic moment, where its the morning after Punz had a one night stand at some sort of party down the street, and he's long past saving his virginity for his wife, but he's buying her the morning after pill, which his church is just so against, and he has like the moment of, "if you do this, you're done." and he does it - he's had a couple of those moments, like, when he first had sex, and when he first smoked weed, or popped a pill, or snuck out at night, or skipped church - but that was the moment of "there is no going back" - like any type of drug or procedure that aborts an embryo, or that blocks fertilization thats already in process in like: the biggest no no in his church community - so once he stepped out of that drug store, he kind of took a breath, and just came to terms with it - "I'm an atheist." - Punz is the pastors son. - he's like, pre-commited to a catholic college - he’s in deep. - so when he first announces it to his friends, one really late night, "I think god might not be my thing." - they just start whistling and say "FINALLY, THE PASTORS SON HAS TURNED AROUND." - Dream just like turns over to him "how many chicks did you fuck to make you realize that?" - Tommy just slings his arm over Punz, "I'm glad you've quit the Jesus shit, Punz. Your better than it." - There’s gotta be this girl ok. He rlly rlly wants to have sex with her but he always backs out. The thing that breaks him. Is that he gets drunk and loses his virginity to someone who is not that girl - like, he likes this girl, and has a good connection with her, and she likes him, and he knows that its gonna be comepletly consentual, and she's like fucking beautiful right? - and she's the one he wants to loose it to and he's a stupid fucking idiot and loses it to some fucking random ass chick that doesn't even go to their school - This triggers a spiral. After that? He slowly starts giving less of a fuck abt everything. He fucked up the one thing you can’t do over and god he’s so painfully aware of it and so painfully aware that he didn’t even fuck up right. - You’re supposed to wait till marriage. Nope. You’re supposed to do it with someone you love and trust. Double nope. He. Fucked. Up. - its just like he wanted to do something bad. he wanted to fuck something up. he was questioning his faith, his like, great and sturdy and always-there faith for the first time, and what better way to test faith than to do something shitty and see what comes of it. and so he was planning and planning and planning how he was gonna do this terrible thing - which is such a good kid thing to do, to put so much thought into your own rebellion - but he wanted this to go perfectly. - Little Pastors Son, Punz, wasn't gonna wait till marriage. - He was gonna have sex with the girl of his dreams before they were even dating - but man did he like her. Did he want her. - And then he fucked some random girl when he was black out drunk. He's fucked everything up - he can't wash this away with confession - he's tainted. He's dirty. - He looks in the mirror and doesn't recognize the heathen staring back. - He hates who he's become. - But he never goes back - he can't. He's dirty. He's wrong. - but the more he goes down the spiral - the more he realizes that one mistake shouldn't have made him feel like that - that if god was real, which he honestly wasn't sure in that department, he wouldn't want Punz to feel like the scum of the earth for doing something wrong. especially when he felt so bad after he did it. This system was fucked. He didn't want to be apart of another cycle - and he's just lying to himself every time he goes to church, and reads a cerse for his mom, and meets with younger kids at the church, and plays flag football with fucking church virgins who are good catholics and follow all their mommas orders - And every night when he says grace he means it less and less. he always does it when his momma asks, but boy does the lords word mean shit to him anymore From Ethan: - A turning point to the others in Punz's breakaway from Catholicism is like - He prays before he eats, usually. Sometimes they wait for him to finish his prayer before eating themselves, just out of politeness. He's a friend, he gets that shred of etiquette - And then one day he just doesn't. They got some fast food for a whole group dinner out at their hangout spot (a warehouse, did you say??) Tommy is staring at it intently but he waits for Punz to pray. Tubbo's already started eating but the rest wait - And Punz just starts eating - Dream nudges him, "No prayer, Pastor's boy?" - "No prayer," Punz mumbles into his food. "I'm trying something new." SO, TOMMYS DAD LOSING HIS JOB ARC W000000000 - it starts with Tommy showing up in a different jacket one day - like you have to understand, he's worn this jean jacket every single day for as long as WIlbur has known him, which is like 6 years - Like Tommy shows up in this giant, khaki work-jacket and it's his dads... - HIS DAD DIDNT DIE - his dad lost his job, which is essentially death to a family who already couldn't sustain themselves - and Tommy shows up to school, face pale and cheeks sunk in and there are visible bags under his eyes - and Wilbur just rushes over immediately and hugs him so tight to his chest - and Tommy just sobs, "pops lost his job -" gasp "I can't - we can't pay the bills this month. everything - its all falling apart Will." - "Hey - hey. Stop. It's gonna be fine. You're gonna be okay. You always are dude." - Tommy does have to get a job - and he probably does drop out of school unofficially, like he just stops going. - he sleeps during the morning classes, and heads into work at 10am - he's a carpenters assistant. it pays well as they need young, able men. but most of the younger citizens in the town go to school - he has to take the day shift because the day shift pays better - he doesn't mind it, he doesn't - it gives him the opportunity to get all of his energy out; but he misses going to school. as much as he hated it, he misses his friends. - and lets be honest, its hard as fuck for his dad to find a new job, he doesn't have a great resume - he didn't graduate from highschool. and he isn;t in top health condition, he definitely doesn't have health insurance - so Tommys stuck with this job for a long time - his dad uses his last paycheck to buy Tommy workboots so tommy feels in debt to him - He’ll get his GED eventually. - I think - The like religious status of the rest of the group brought to you by me - Everyone who I don’t mention is just a hard atheist - Karl and Wilbur are catholic, but to a lesser extent, Wilbur doesn't really go through with lent, and Karl only sometimes does. They go to a different church and go pretty much on holidays only, a sunday a month maybe. - SapNap goes to Punz's church, they've been friends for years. - He goes to sunday school but misses a lot of sermons because of his siblings sports games. - He is involved, but not to the way Punz is - SapNap's mother is in fact in Punz's moms bible group - Punz sometimes doesnt attend the bible group and Sap's mother is all "now you tell that pastor's boy to actually attend next time, got it?" and Sapnap dies a little on the inside - And George is an orthodox christian, but he's pretty much quit due to the blatant homophobia he's seen at his church. 

AND NOW ON WILBUR SOOT AND KARL JACOBS AND BARKING - Wilbur has siblings, fun fact - that we will never talk about or address - but definitely nothing like Wilbur, more the Karl Jacobs type - Wilbur is the oldest. he's always lectured about being 'a good influence on your brother and sister.' - They’re big sports kids. Softball and Basketball (tall genes). Straight Bs; Bed by 10pm; Have never missed school - Parents pride and joy :) - Just good suburban kids, Have friends next door, help the neighbors, attend the cul-de-sac barbecues. - Basically who Wilbur used to be up until highschool (until Wilbur met weed and a good group of stoners) - Sure he was a disappointment and he had no clue what to do with his life - But he was happier - Never really liked being the goody- two-shoes boy next door, he doesn't know how karl does it “Playing good boy like a dog” - Also he used dog terms around Karl - Because he’s “Playing good boy like a dog” - He’ll throw Karl a beer and smile “go fetch” - He laughs so hard when he sees Karl be good in a class or play it up for his parents; Because Wilbur’s so past trying - Wilbur will walk by and just bark at karl. Bet. Just Growls lowly; Walks in a  circle; Anything to make Karl’s parents (or Wilbur’s own) stare at him and scurry away - Karl’s parents push Karl forward and like hold their younger kids close to their chest, whispering “keep close, don’t look at him” - They tell Karl to stay away from kids like him. - And boy do Wilbur’s pa#rents hate it, They push him along and whisper yell at him As he throws his head back and cackles - I mean imagine, like a stereotypical middle class suburban family: House wife, blue collared father, Two kids; in sports jerseys, Girl in braids, boy in khakis - And then there’s Wilbur: Doc Martins, black jeans, collar and sweater, beanie. Definitely high on something - Chains LOTS OF CHAINS - And he's Barking. Fucking Barking At the nice family down the street - And then he takes out his vape right in front of his parents and silently offers Karl a hit with a smirk - Cause Karl’s too busy playing good boy - And as Karl’s family looks back, as Wilbur is corralled by his mom - He flips them off with the biggest smirk uou will ever see - Wilbur's kind of an ass - And Karl really wants a hit of that vape.

[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

Hello 🥰 Could I ask for a scenario where Levi discovers that his s/o needs to cuddle a stuffed animal for sleeping? 🧸 Thanks 🥺💕

This turned from fluff to fluffly hurt comfort in seconds, sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoy this

Pairing: Levi/ Reader

Warnings: mentions of death and grief

Tags: fluff, hurt/ comfort

Teddy Bear

The dark corridor was merely illuminated by the tiny flicker of a small flame. Hot wax dripped in not too sheer droplets on your thumb, solidifying at the touch as it burned blotches on your tender skin. The feeling stung excessively, leaving an unpleasant numbing behind that you just couldn't ignore even if you tried your best to.

Your night gown felt foreign on your body as it slipped off either of your shoulders once you tried to align it on your form. You were sure you could see it being pumped from your intense heartbeat as you approached the all familiar wooden door, anxiety forming in knot at the pit of your stomach.

Almost every surviving scout had gone through something similar after a certain expedition, that you were sure of. The anger that grief would bear along with it was an enormous bargain to handle on your own and over the years with only a shattered, hammering heart you've had to deal with great losses. You had basically signed up for it.

It had been days since you had gotten out of your room, or let alone sleep. In the span of three enormously long days, you had sat there, eyes dry and shot open as you stated at the wooden ceiling, with your breath hitched on your throat. Any tear had distinguished; whether for the amount of ones you had shed at the scene or in the following days. The only thing left behind was pain and sorrow, grieve and despair.

You loathed that your dorm room, once bubbling with the laughter and tingling giggles of your friends was now bathed in a numbing silence that deafened. As despicable as it could sound you also loathed that there was no one you could trade to have the dorm bed beside you occupied with it's rightful owner once again.

You vividly recalled nights that you and your best friend would lay in silence as you'd tell her all about your forming relationship with Levi, or the way that her eyes looked under the grazing moonlight, awestruck to the sight of you falling in love and even much more eager to get to experience that on her own.

You still recalled how she'd clutch your stuffed bear in between her bosoms, already eager to let you know that her dreams never consisted of peaceful cottagecores nearby rivers unlike other girls'; uncertain as she was for her future she'd rely on her feelings to make her dream of a better future when she'd experience falling in love freely, passionately. And now, with whatever left of her burried six feet under the ground, you knew she would never get that chance that she had so longed for.

So in a way, what you were about to do was comical, ironic and it felt disrespectful to your fallen friend. Your guilt on your upcoming actions ripped through your bowel, causing horrid growls to ring through the paper thin walls of the headquarters and yet, you needed the mellow touch of your lover.

You had turned down his despairate attempts of comfort for a short amount of days in hopes of coming to terms with the loss of your best friend on your own. It was still so hard to get a grip of this new reality that you were forced in, and as reluctant as Levi was, he was all too familiar to the pain of being robbed off of someone of great importance to your character. He had granted you enough space for as long as your sorrows needed to stop burning lumps at the back of your throat, always promising you would be able to find him whenever you wished for.

Along with your hand mellowy knocking on his door twice came a wave of nausea in the pits of your stomach.

"It's me" you muttered. "I can't sleep."

As the door ripped open, the look in your eyes told him everything he needed to know; you were already past the stage of feeling empty and lost. Grey eyes bore into yours with endearment, his own exhaustion hid behind the soft expression of his face. With his brows not furrowed as per usual and his cheeks glowing in the faintest flustered color he stood there calmly, taking your form in for some silence filled moments. Reluctantly he shot his arm to the small of your back, bringing you closer, causing your jaw to clench as it came in contact, ever so slightly with his head.

"I can't do this on my own!"

"I know. That's why I'm here."

His soft voice cooed you as he guided you inside his office, pushing you ever so slightly to help you move faster.

You reluctantly sat on the bed, feet trembling as they barely touched the ground beneath them. The edge of your nightgown swayed as you rocked your feet back and forth in anticipation of what was to come, seeing that you barely had any chance to sleep in Levi's embrace at all; it was only natural for your mind to wander in territories of barely experienced feelings. Nevertheless the newfound warmth in your heart awoke from the comfort that the thought of this action provided you.

Soon enough, your eyes watched as Levi slipped out of his grey wash button up shirt, casually slipping into a loose fitted shirt. His hands came to loosen on his belt and undo the buttons of his military pants; the sight of relief that escaped him was more than enough to confirm to you how long he would have waited to free himself from the uneasiness of military clothes. In a way it felt like you were both saving eachother.

By the time he plopped himself into the bed, dragging your body to accompany his onto the feathered mattress, your eyes were already heavy with sleep. It seemed like Levi's aura was therapeutic, watching his meticulous nighttime routine play out in front of you was set to distract you from your sorrows.

Tonight was going to turn your to be a difficult night, that much Levi knew of; you had seemed his silent comfort, his wordless affection that present its way in the form of his hands around you, bringing you closer to him at any given chance. Tonight he had to be the one to hold you with your back against his chest, the smittening sweetness of the way his lips felt nuzzled against the crook of your neck awakening all of his protective instincts.

But as you cuddled his arm, bringing his somewhat clenched palm under your cheek, Levi's eyes shot wide open.

"Please be my teddy bear." You mumbled in between exahusted, half asleep words. "I burried my teddy with my friend, to keep her company."

The half smile that curled up on his caused an eeree heat to spread throughout him as he nuzzled his pointed nose on your nape, rubbing softly as he puffed hot air out of his nostrils. He wasn't surprised that as calm as he was this heat rushed through all of his body, engulfing him in the tender embrace of sleep.

[hawks-is-kinda-chicken-little]

Voicemail

Hawks X Reader

Summary: Commitment is sometimes scary, especially when Keigo already has so much on his plate. So instead of communicating that to his lover, he grows distant.

-part 1-

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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One moment Keigo was flying through cloud nine and the next he was falling faster than ever.

(Y/n) was the first one to break his walls. See the broken man through the believable facade portrayed by the media. She loved him, the real him, not the picture perfect model on the tv young boys and girls dream about and idolize. All his flaws and scars never repealed her for even a moment, she loved him unconditionally. She was the first to do so, the first to show him that he didn’t have to be perfect.

Keigo remembers when she shattered those barriers. Oh, how he cried. It was only a week until their one year anniversary. But, this was the first time (y/n) had seen him all battered and beaten from a fight earlier. No feathers on his back, nasty gashes on his face and arms, Hawks might as well have been fresh out of a human sized shredder. Really, he should have gone to the hospital, but he figured he could just handle the damage himself. He remembers being frozen in place when his eyes landed on her after just walking into their shared apartment. She should have been asleep already, yet there she was standing in the dim lighted hallway with the worry shining in those doe eyes of hers. Her cheeks were puffy and her eyes were red as if she had been crying moments ago. Quickly, she scurried over to him scanning over his torn form. From there gently but quickly guided him to the bathroom where they kept the medical supplies.

He was sitting on a stool near the bathroom sink as (y/n) sat right next to him with her legs folded on the floor. The silence was deafening, no questions were asked. Hawks quietly watched her shaking hands delicately wrap one of the bandages around his wounded arm. Making sure the fabric was not to tight, but not too lose that it would come undone. Sighing, he reached the hand she previously wrapped and cupped her cheek, rubbing his ever so gently under her eye, causing her to stop her actions and place her hand upon his own, closings her eyes. She lowered her head as her shoulders started shaking ever so slightly with every sniffle and hiccup that came from her. Hawks used his other hand guide her face towards his wiping away freshly dropping tear that cascaded down her puffy red cheeks. It was only a couple for minutes before she broke the silence.

“I saw it on the news,” Her bottoms lip quivered more as she spoke.

“What did you see, my love?”

“Them hurt you,” She sobbed “It was all over the news, you were- you were thrown through the building and pummbled into the ground, the- then the power shut off and I did know if- I didn’t know-”

The poor thing couldn’t even finish the sentence, she was now curled over her knees sobbing into her hands in attempt to muffle her cries. Hawks was in shock, he knew she cared and worried for him, but apparently underestimated the extent at which it went. Never in his life has someone genuinely cried on his behalf, not even his so-called parents. This was the moment he broke down. This was the moment he knew she truly loved him and he truly loved her.

Shifting so that Keigo was now on the ground with her, he pulled her to his lap, rocking them both from side to side, as he burying his face in her hair. In this moment both of their hearts beat for each other and nothing could change that. He hadn’t even realized his own tears that were falling until she pulled back just alittle to stare into his eyes and wipe them away. There was nothing but love and care in those glazed over her eyes.

Hawks remembers sitting on the tile of the bathroom floor the rest of the night in eachothers embrace. No one in the rest of the world mattered, it was only them, both vulnerable to each other’s love.

She meant so much to him, she was like the feathers on his back, freeing and always there to lift him up. Everyone at the agency loved her, she was motherly to the interns and alway there to vent if someone needed to talk. She was a true blessing to all those around her. Time went on and there love only grew stronger.

Lately something had seemed off with Keigo, he was acting cold and distant, and not even he could pinpoint why. Maybe it was the stress of all the hero work piling up. Being the number Two Hero came with a lot of responsibility and a lot more work which he had to keep on top of. Keigo had been staying at the office later doing paperwork into the early hours of the morning for the past three days. And when he did return home (y/n) was always draped over the arm of the couch in her night time attire asleep. It was obvious that she was trying to wait up for him, but always seemed to fail. Shaking his head with a small smile at her silliness, he picked her up and brought her to bed. It wasn’t long before he joined her, but Hawks was always gone before she would wake up.

She would leave him encouraging texts and voicemails throughout the day, to which he never replied to. It seemed like they hadn’t even really had a real conversation in a couple of months. Every time she would try and reach out to her, he’d blow her off, avoiding any sort of confrontation. Keigo already has so much going through his head with all this league of villains stuff, the last thing he needs is another person giving him problems.

Today marked the 3 year anniversary of their relationship. It was a quiet day at the agency, so (y/n) came to visit. Of course a bunch of the women pulled her into the break area to gossip. They were all talking and giggling when he was walking by. Hawks stopped to listen at the door when one giggling in particular reached his ears making him smile. The ladies wanted juicy details about Hawks and his lover’s relationship. He couldn’t stop the smile creeping up his face hearing her stutter out haste responses obviously embarrassed by their questions.

A couple more questions were thrown around and he put his hand on the door getting ready to barge in and save his poor baby like the hero he was. Hawks was half way through the door when one of the ladies asked about marriage making him halt. All eyes were on him, but his eyes were on (y/n)’s as his smile slowly fell. He shifted his gaze to the ground as he backed out the door, the sound of a chair being pulled back followed by the hurried steps of his lover close behind him. Her hand reached out and grasped the hand in an attempt to make him stop, which was successful and he turned to look at her, his face void of emotion.

“They were only joking, you know,” She said, hoping to lighten the mood, but there was some sort of panic or desperation hidden in her voice, Hawks could hear it.

He didn’t say anything, he only stared at her with a straight face. By the grace of whatever higher ups there were, his work phone went off signaling an emergency.

She squeezed his hand “I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours, but know that I love you and I will listen if there anything you want to talk about when you come back, we can skip our dinner reservations and just chill at home if you want.”

“I can’t talk about this right now, ill see you at home,” He muttered, ripping his hand from her hold.

Keigo turned around, walking away from her, but not miss the shocked and pained look that spread over her face. As he walked towards his office, the employee’s mouths hung open in shock. With shame and guilt beginning to set in, Keigo quickened his pace to his destination, slamming the door behind him as he arrived. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips as his hands tugged at the untamed locks on his head. Pulling himself together, Keigo grabbed his gear and headed to the destination at which he was needed.

The mission was a breeze, but he didn’t return to the office, instead he opted to clear his mind soaring through the night time clouds. He flew out of the city bounds and landed on a tree that stood miles away, facing the glowing outline of the city. Hawks sat on one of the sturdier branches leaning against the thick core it sprouted from and closing his heavy eyes.

What was his issue? What had changed to make him act so harsh? God, (y/n) probably hates him now. Can’t say he would blame her though, he’s been nothing but a jerk to her these past couple of days. Damn, he was such an asshole at the office. Ignoring her, snapping at her, pushing her away when she had done nothing wrong.

But that’s not what she thought. These past days all she could do was pick her own mind over and over again. This has been going on for an entire month, nothing has been resolved, it only seems to be getting worse. She tried staying up and waiting till he got home to talk to him, but he was always home so late. (Y/n) tried calling, but that never got anywhere. It was alway go straight to voicemail. The same old:

“Heyyyyy, sorry I can’t answer at this moment. If its urgent or you have chicken that you can eat/ just want to give me chicken call my bussiness number at (***)***-****. Talk to ya later.”

She would alway leave a sweet and encouraging voicemail, sometime she would ask when he would be home, or if he maybe wanted to meet her for food or something.

So now here she sits at 1am, holding the tiny wrapped box she was going to give him for their anniversary while tears streamed down her face. Stuffed inside is a pregnancy test, they always joked about kids before this issue started. She found out about two weeks ago, deciding to wait to give it to him today, or yesterday, since she could never really get a hold of him lately.

She can’t do this much longer though, it was really starting to get to her, maybe it was the hormones talking, but it hurts nonetheless. No matter how she twisted it in her head she couldn’t understand where they went wrong. Setting the present on the counter, she walked to their shared bed room so she could grab a couple of necessities for the night. As of right now she was planning on crashing at a friends house who was already informed of (y/n)’s current predicament. Rumi Usagiyama always knew how to cheer her up.

After stuffing the duffle bag, (y/n) wrote a little note and left it at the edge of the night stand before grabbing the car keys and heading out the door. Making sure to turn off all the lights and lock the door on her way.

Unfortunately, in her rush she left the small box neatly wrapped bright colors and a golden bow resting forgotten on the counter.

It was hours till Keigo finally got the courage to head home to her for the night, or morning, as it was past 1 am. It felt cold inside, it felt empty. Keigo didn’t like it. Normally (y/n) kept the kitchen light on as she would always try and wait up for him when he came home.

The further he walked in the more he panicked, (y/n) wasn't passed out on the couch. Uneasiness settled deep in his gut as he started searching the apartment in a frenzy. Heading towards their bedroom, he froze at the door frame seeing, it was empty, she wasn’t there.

He started yelling out her name, desperate for some sort of response while he searched every room. Keigo checked his phone, nothing. He called her, no response. Maybe, she was somewhere outside. Yeah, (y/n) loved going on early morning walks.

While rushing back towards the front door, a shiny gold sparkle caught his eye. It stood out of place in the dark kitchen. The glittery glow illuminated from golden ribbons wrapped around a package all connecting to form a bow on the top.

Cautiously walking over to the counter he picked it up, immediately eyeing a tag that had flopped to the side. Two fingers grasped it, flipping it from one side to the other. On the opposite side was written ‘To: Keigo’ in the beautiful handwriting that could only belong to (y/n).

His heart sunk as guilt started eating away at him. Pulling the ends of the ribbons, he slowly unwrapped it, taking the lid off the small box. At first he was confused, inside was just a bunch of tissue paper and some kinda plastic stick. When Keigo saw the 2 bright red stripes going down one side, it clicked. It was a pregnancy test. A positive pregnancy test.

Keigo’s mind went blank as the world around him froze. Tears started racing down his now damp cheeks. God what has he done. After placing the stick back in the box and then shoving it in his coat pocket Keigo bolted to the closest window, phone in hand attempting to call her phone.

All calls went to voicemail. There was no sign of her anywhere. Keigo could feel his wings shake in panic and desperation. Two hours had gone by and there was nothing.

Where was his (y/n), where was his angel? The woman who put up with all his shit throughout the years. The woman who loved him unconditionally, even when she saw how truly broken of a man he was. The woman who worried for him, cared for him, healed him, knew him. The real him. The woman who was carrying their baby, the woman- the one he pushed away. The one who he ignored and made cry. The one he hurt.

He needed to find her, try to mend all his mistakes. Hell, beg on his knees for her to forgive him. Ask how he could make it up to her. Let him show her that he can be a better man for not only her, but their baby. Oh, god they were going to have a baby. Just the thought of the little chick, made his heart cry out of joy and love.

There was so much he had to say to her. So much time he wanted to make up for. He wanted, no, needed to hold her, encase her and their little chick away from the world in a cocoon of red feathers. But, first he had to find them.

Landing on the barren street he began searching on foot, choosing to call up a few other heros in hope that they had either seen her or would help search for her. No one had seen her, not even Rumi, her best friend, had heard from or seen her the whole day. The few heros that were awake in the early morning, including Endeavor and of course Rumi, went out to start looking for her.

Another hour went by and there was no news, at this point Rumi was using her phone to try and call her. As Rumi was calling, Keigo faintly heard the familiar tone of (y/n) ringtone.

It was faint, but if he followed its sound, it kept getting louder and louder, and almost seemed to be more distorted from its original sweet tone. He followed it right to the entrance of an alley. The ringing stopped signalling the reject of the call. Leading into the dark shadowy ally was a smeared red looking substance that glistened in the moonlight.

Rumi caught up to him, eyes following his gaze to the ground. She watched as her friend shakingly pulled his own phone from his pocket, calling (y/n). A lump formed in her throat as the ringtone of her best friend went off a couple feet before them as a light illuminated from the receiving device.

Neither of them could move as Endeavor came from behind them, witnessing the whole thing. Endeavor used his fire to create a light source, giving them a better view.

Before the heros was a blood splattered ground, all over the brick walls and objects on the ground. But there was not a source of where that blood might have come from. The reminisce of a duffle bag lay abandoned on the side next to a dumpster. It’s contents were scattered all around, ripped clothes and other items which blood splattered all over.

There was only one person who all there’s items belonged to. They all knew it. Especially Keigo.

He took a couple steps in stopping right before a bright screen in the center of it all. The device displayed warped images of the two of them on the shattered glass of the screen. Keigo could make out both of their faces, he was holding her on a bridge. Arms wrapped around each other, him kissing her blush covered cheek as she sweetly giggled.

Keigo fell to his knees in front of it. Rumi started wailing, yelling to (y/n) that this was not a joke, demanding she come out. Endeavor stepped to the side calling for backup and a forensic team.

Curling over his knees, Keigo started sobbing hysterically. His wings slumped to the ground shaking with every sob that racked through his body.

The phone kept ringing, as if it was mocking him. Ringing. Ringing. And ringing. Over and over again. Until it went on, until it stopped and caused his phone to go to voicemail. Her angelic voice came from his speake

“Sorry if I couldn’t answer right away, make sure to leave a message and i- hey! Keigo stop, no, Keig-,” “She obviously busy, if it is urgent call a hero or something,” “Keigo for God sake, give me my phone” “Leave a message or call later, i really don't care which,” “You dorky chicken leg, give it back!”

Then it cut out, ending the voice over. Her voice faded out, leaving his broken cries the only thing to be heard.

Keigo never moved, he sat there hurled over in the middle of the alleyway, wings splayed out over the ground.

Endeavor had to drag Keigo to his feet and haul him out of the way so that the investigators could get to work. He made Keigo sit on a bench by the front of the building next to the alley. A bunch of heros were trying to console Rumi through her mentally breakdown, as she cursed the world, threatening the worst to those who took her family.

Keigo stared back towards the ally littered with a team of investigators through blurry eyes. He felt his world come to an end. No damage he could or had taken amounted to his current pain. It squeezed at his chest and restricted his airways. He couldn’t control his muscles, everything ached from head to toe.

The one person who kept him from falling was stolen. Not even the wings on his back can keep him from falling into the cruel hell hole that is society.

Reaching into the coat pocket his coat pocket he pulled out the box, holding it in his lap. Tears once again spilling down his face. She was pregnant. They were going to have a baby. Someone took away his babies.

She always called Keigo her hero. She promised him that nothing would ever change that.

(Y/n) could be alive somewhere, the investigators came over and informed that there is no sign of a body, but a blood trail that leads to tire marks through one of the connecting alleyways.

Keigo is going to find her. He’s going to bring his babies home. Shower his angel in all the love she deserves. He’s going to fix everything.

Hands clutched the box in a tight grip as razor eyes narrowed at the alley. Keigo could feel his feathers sharpening from his state of anger. There was going to be Hell to pay. Blood to shed. Bones to break. May God have mercy on those who took (y/n), because Keigo will have none to give.

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Edit: I’m not sure if I should just leave it there or make a part 2 so let me know what all y’all think.

[palegoopbearlight]

Lumiere x Fem!reader

~Changed times~

Summary: Lumiere the talking candelabra from beauty and the beast becomes human again only to find his lost love in the croud of remembering people, but one problem remains. Plumette

Warnings: none i dont think, maybe a bit sad I guess

There you sat in gastons pub, head in the clouds as usual. You had been worried for a while ever since your friend belle had gone missing, you knew her father hadn't done anything even though others had tried to convince you other wise. He loved his daughter why would he do anything to her? You asked yourself that question on repeat.

You hummed to yourself alone in the pub, baybe two or three others were there, luckily no gaston. Hes always tried to use you to get to belle no matter how many times you told him to go away, mid thoughts a loud crash and yelling had come from outside. You gasped standing and raced to the town center when you saw almost everyone causing drama ripping things off stone walls to use and turn into weapons. You were beyond frightened, what was happening? Why is a riot happening? You didn't know the answer untill you looked around to see belle in a lovely yellow dress being man handled and pulled into the "crazy wagon" you called it. (Along with her father)

"No no!" You yelled as you ran towards her to try and help "what are you doing! Why is she off to the crazy house what had she done?"

The intaker looked at you with deep eyes and said "witchcraft." You gasped at his saying and then proceeded to beg him to let your friend go but no luck. You noticed everyone in the town getting on their horses and into their carriages leaving the village to hunt down the beast you remember hearing about from belles father.

You knew the only way to stop any more destruction you had to stop gaston first. But before that you had to help your dear friend escape.

//in the castle//

"Maybe she will come back..." chip sighed as he looked over to his mother Mrs, pot.

Mrs pot gave a sad smile. "I believe she will..." cogsworth scoffed and interrupted. "No she won't. This is the end for us. We won't be here much longer. As midnight approaches the last pedal is going to fall and we will be rubbish." He shook his head as he was hit in the back by lumiere "oh shut it you dont know if she will or not. I have a feeling she will. I beg that she will." He turned to plumette with a soft smile "I must kiss you again my love.. I hope she can come back so I can have that opportunity." He gave his charming smile and plumette chuckled "oh mon chér." She spoke only to be interrupted by the sound of angry villagers. Lumiere looked out the window to see them and glared yelling. "MAN YOUR STATIONS!" He rushed out with the others to find a good spot to sit untill time to attack.

Gaston had a deadly look on his face as he and others broke down the doors to the front castle they all steped in and raised a brow at the odd silence when lefou sat the tea cup and pot sitting on a tray. He smiled and slightly bent down. "You must be the talking tea cup" he then turned to the pot "and you must be its grandmother"

"Grand mother!" Mrs pots shouted "attack!" Just then every house supplies had become alive and started to attack the villagers. Lumiere had plumette spread gun powder everywhere as he lit it on fire causing explosions or other smaller ones. He fought well still with hope belle would return

//village//

You stayed behind to try and help belle as she explained her story and to why the beast was a good guy and not a monster like he's thought of. It almost brought tears to your eyes untill you gave a few more pushes on the door and it still didn't open. You breathed heavily and leaned back against the door

"Belle...this door isn't opening..I cant save you.." you gave up defeated but belle wasn't done yet. She looked at her father and pulled out the rose from her pocket and explained how and where she got it and that made you cry because of house sad it was. Moments after silence you heard the lock click unlatch. You pushed off the door and turned around to see belle quickly getting out of the carriage. You gasped holding onto her nearly breaking her as you jumped into her arms. "Oh my friend I've missed you!" You both confessed then turned to her father "go hurry before gaston does something drastic" he qoughed, you and belle nodded to eachother and hopped on her horse. You both rode as fast as you could to the castle where you noticed ruckus was emanating from. The castle gave you a wierd feeling. Like you've been there before. You gulped and quickly followed belle inside. "Dont hurt the objects there people!" Belle explained to you as you looked around shocked at the sight infront of you. You grew a confident face and nodded, she ran upstairs and you ran to find a weapon. Once you found one that wasn't alive you used it against the other villagers to protect the objects. You didn't kill or seriously injure anyone but you were doing your best to keep from doing that. Lumiere fought from the second floor railing as he looked down to see who was left only to see a beautiful girl he automatically knew from sight.

"Y.n?..." he whisperd to himself shocked malling off the railing and being caught by her aswell. "Oh dear are you alright?" You spoke to the candle but no response from the shocked golden man. You raised a brow confused and set him down going back to your fight when he said your name again. "Y.n..." you froze and turned around looking at the candelabra. "I-.." you couldn't answer untill you god a good look at his face. Even though it was golden you knew that face anywhere, "lumiere?..." you spoke your eyes began to water and your legs began to shake. You were face to face with your long lost love from over 20 years ago, who was now a candle. "Y.n i-" he spoke only for you be be pushed out of the way by a full grown man continuing the fight. Lumiere gasped as he rushed over to try his best to help you.

Once the fight was over the instruments cheered amd celebrated but that died down quickly once realizing it was too late. You were unconscious on the second floor somewhere and lumiere had lost you somewhere mid battle. He was worried he wasn't going to see you before he turned full candle and he was right. He wasn't going to it was too late.

He looked over to plumette giving her a sad nod goodbye then looked at cogsworth who was becoming his full clock

"Goodbye my friend..it was an honor working with you..."

He took one last breath and turned into the candle he was designed to be.

Upstairs you felt yourself wake up not long after they all turned to objects. You sat up and rubbed your head where you were hit. It was sore but you managed to push through it standing up and walking out of the room you were in. You stumbled for a moment but immediately remembered lumiere, you ran downstairs as fast as you could picking up pace with every step. You made your way to the outside to see frozen object that were 9nce people. Your hands raised to your mouth in shock and sorrow. You looked around and finally spotted him. You slowly approached and lifted the candle in your hand as a few tears slipped from your eyes.

"Ive waited all these years and finally found you...and now you're already gone.." you began to cry hysterically setting the candle down and putting your face into your hands. Your crying was ceased when you turned around to see the castle forming into its beautiful white and gold state. You smiled moving away and down the steps to get a better view of it, it made you feel slightly better when you heard his voice again "see my friend we beat the clock!" Your eyes widend and your mouth gapped open. You made your way up the stairs when you heard him say another woman's name. When he came into full view he was kissing another woman... and she was gorgeous. You felt insecure for a moment watching her pat smoke from lumieres head. You wanted to speak but hundreds of other village members came back to see their family members. You were lost in the croyd now towards the farther back. By time lumiere turned back he couldn't see you. He didn't know you were there, but you were, watching every loving moment he had with her like he did with you all those years ago.

Tears dare struck your eyes again but you took a deep breath turning to walk away. On such a happy day it lead to you being heart broken again.

"What was i thinking...I see him after 20 years and he's a candle. Then He becomes human again and chooses someone else over me...already?...no dont be rediculouse hes probably already known her. 20 years its been of course he would want a new companion.."

You felt replaced even though you haven't seen him in 20 years.. "if that pot lady can go back to her husband automatically why couldn't I go back to my lover...I notice shes been loyal to her husband...why couldn't lumiere be loyal to me?.." you were thinking illogicaly while lumiere was in the castle searching for you. But when he had not been able to find you his heart broke yet again. He made his way back to the others upset he worried he wouldn't see you again. And you were already on your horse going back to your village home heartbroken.

[lovelymaybankk]

midsummer - jj maybank

request - so can you do one where y/n is a kook /pogue like Kiara and they are at midsummers. JJ has a thing for y/n but she doesn’t know. Rafe and topper bring her alone in the Locker room to mess w her and have a reason to provoke jj. JJ comes in and tries to save you my fighting them, it is 5 against 1, so you help him fight and it rips y/n’s dress. Rafe talks shit and calls y/n a slut and finally y/n calms jj down after he wins the fight

a/n - I literally love this req actually sm wtf. its gonna be in lowercase again haha oopsies. and i changed 5v1 to 3v1 bc im cool

tw - swears, fighting, not necessarily a slow burn but it takes forever lol

w/c - 2.819

y/n sat at the edge of her queen sized bed, fingers running oh so carefully across the dress. the dress was a long, baby blue color which looked amazing with her eyes. the dress fell off her shoulders, a slit in the right leg. it fit her perfectly, complimenting her figure in the most amazing way. because of the tightness, she couldn’t wear a bra or else she may have died from how tight is was around her chest.

her legs dangled over the edge, barefoot trying her hardest to not touch the cold hardwood. the last place she wanted to go tonight was the midsummers party. but, growing up a kook life she had to go. thats the one thing about her life she hated. a kook.

a stupid name for being rich. she hated the title so much, that she had decided the past few months of her life to change. it happened the moment she met kiara.

“holy shit!” kiara ran across the beach, kicking sand up behind her. the two girls ran straight into eachother, falling backwards. y/n rubbed her forehead, looking up at the girl that she had crashed into. they looked at eachother the same way, realizing they somehow knew eachother. “you go to kook academy?” kiara finally spoke up, breaking the silence. and for a moment, she forgot what she was running from. y/n nodded, standing and helping the other girl.

y/n dusted the sand off her ass, looking back up at the girl. “kie! stop socializing with the kooks,” a boy hollered, running beside kiara and slapping her back before running again to two other boys. was it that obvious y/n was a kook?

“sorry about that,” kiara smiled to the obviously concerned girl. “thats my friend. hes a dick,” she whispered to y/n, which finally got a reaction from her.

“so, why’re you on the cut?” kiara asked, trying to start a conversation. 

y/n shrugged, arms crossing over her chest. “can’t stand my family anymore.” she laughed, rocking from the balls of her feet to her toes. she felt awkward, having necessarily nobody to talk to. she hadn’t lied when she said she couldn’t stand being with her family anymore. all they did was criticise her, saying she had to be more like her sister who had a bunch of friends. while y/n stood mainly by herself with maybe one friend.

kiara nodded, glancing back at the boys who were waiting for her. “hey, do you know how to surfboard?” she asked suddenly, catching y/n off guard.

“yeah, a little.” y/n shrugged, still rocking a little.

“wanna come with my friends and i?”

thats where y/n met the rest of the group.

ever since that day, y/n had joined the friend group. she didn’t fit in immediately. the boys weren’t a fan of her being there when kiara introduced her, but eventually they came around. one more than others. jj thought she was gorgeous, a funny girl who broke out of her shell. but, she was a kook. and jj hates kooks. so he would always pick arguments with her, but y/n never took them to heart.

they got along well. jj always shared his beers with her, knowing she can’t handle as much alchohol as him. he was the most protective of her than anybody, never letting her out of his sight. it wasn’t hard for the pogues to see that he had a crush. everybody but the two knew about it.

when y/n finally fit in, it was like she was always there. her and kiara both agreed on how much they hated the kook life, though there were some upsides, being on the run was a lot more fun.

controlling your own life. it was amazing. refreshing. just being free.

the memory made y/n smile to herself, standing from her bed finally to finish whatever she had left of getting ready. she was going for kiara. the girl finished her makeup, sliding on the sandals she was wearing and going down the spiral stairs. she finished putting her earrings and entering the car with her family. they rode in silence, entering together and eventually everybody left to do their own thing.

“kie!” y/n called from across the porch, running to the girl and embracing her. “i already know i’m not gonna make it her for long,” she sighed dramatically, getting a slap from kie.

“don’t worry, your boyfriend will be here soon enough.” kie teased, arm draping around the girls shoulder like jj’s had done so many times. y/n’s face flushed, hard to tell under the makeup she wore. “oh y/n, be safe. i don’t want you getting hurt,” kie continued to mess with the girl, making her voice deep as to make fun of jj.

“oh shut up kie. you act like i don’t see the way pope and you eye fuck eachother.” y/n retorted, shaking the girl off of her. this got a reaction from kie, the two fighting eachother while making fun of pope and jj.

“damn,” jj spoke to himself, quite loudly, walking towards the two girls. he wore a butlers outfit, hair somewhat slicked back but still messy and untamed. jj looked sexy, as y/n would think.

“see something you like?” kie gestured to y/n, making jj bite his lip jokingly.

“hell yeah,” his arm wrapped around y/n’s shoulder like kies had done earlier, making kie’s eyebrows raise. “how are you two enjoying the party?” he acted like a sever, pulling away from y/n as a group of kooks passed by.

“oh its amazing,” y/n joked, eyes batting aggressively to help convince the boy it was a joke. from behind jj, y/n spotted rafe, topper and their goons. her face pulled into a snarl, “bogeys two o’ clock.” 

jj turned, eyes rolling. “they look dumb,” he muttered, connecting eye contact with rafe before turning around. y/n hummed in agreement, kie doing the same.

“hey, i see pope,” kie pointed to the boy who was turned from the group. “i’ll be back.” she let out a brief smile, picking the edge of her dress up to move quickly towards the boy. this left jj and y/n alone, in a peaceful silence. 

jj smoothed down the button up he was wearing, looking up at the girl in front of him. he felt the note in his pocket, remembering why he was at the midsummer party in the first place. “i’ll be back, madam, i have to go give a note to princess kook.” he spoke in a posh accent, taking y/n’s hand into his own and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

y/n nodded, bowing respectfully at the boy and walking away in time with him. she went to the back, looking for her family. knowing she wouldn’t be able to find them, she weaved her way in and out of the many people and successfully entered the building. 

footsteps were behind her, but she ignored them. suddenly, a boy walks infront of her. hes much taller, dark skinned and y/n recognized him as kelce. her breath hitched, but she continued to walk, trying to go around the boy.

a hand grabbed y/n’s arm, tugging her backwards making her trip on her heels. “um, excuse me-” she tried staying polite but stopped when she saw rafe was the one holding her. seeing the boy made her writhe and try and free herself. “let me go!” she seethed, falling onto her ass.

rafe tsked, looking down the hall before shoving her into the mens bathroom. it was conveniently empty, which helped to bring a sick smile onto his face. topper followed in, while kelce took a moment before also entering.

outside, jj was looking around for you everywhere. he had given the note to sarah cameron, pushing past many people as he tried his hardest to spot you over the crowd. “kie!” jj called, spotting somebody he finally knew. “have you seen y/n?” he was worried. you never just disappeared without somebody. or at least without telling somebody. 

kie shook her head, not knowing. “last i saw she was inside.” she nodded her head towards the building, making jj sigh. jj glanced around, noticing he didn’t see the three dickheads either. this made his heart speed up. he tensed a little, ignoring whatever kie was saying and leaving to enter the huge building. 

and back inside, y/n was struggling to get out of rafes grip, being dragged around the dirty bathroom floors still on her ass. he gave her arm a rough squeeze, which will most definitely be leaving a bruise before dropping it. y/n hissed, recoiling back into herself in the far corner. topper and rafe stood above her, topper more uncomfortable rather than the boy beside him.

y/n looked at them, concern laced on her face.  “what do you want-” she hissed, her leg getting grabbed as rafe crouched to her height. he pulled her close to his body, her knee flush with the boys crotch. where the fuck is jj? the girl wondered to herself, pulling herself away from the boy.

jj ran down the long halls, opening every door to try and find the girl who he was looking for. finally he stopped to catch his breath, waiting outside of the womens restrooms. they wouldn’t be in there, he thought, but he might as well check. jj gathered whatever self esteem he had left, pushing open the door.

rafe’s hand slid up from y/ns calf to her lower thigh, making the girls stomach drop. topper crouched beside the boy, grabbing y/n’s wrists as she went to slap him away. she struggled against him, her mouth opening to scream but she felt like her mouth was dry. she felt empty, weak, trying hard to fight but she knew there was no way. kelce watched from behind rafe, giving y/n a look of apology, almost, before looking away. 

y/n regained her energy when she heard soft footsteps outside of the bathroom, letting out a shrill scream of help. it was cut short by a very rough- and non-consensual- kiss. she pulled away quickly, eyes filling with tears as she did so. her head slammed against the wall, sending a shock of pain through her head down her neck. when had she gotten so close to the wall? what are they gonna do to her? now her heart was racing, letting out a silent sob. 

jj heard the scream. he stopped, waiting to see if he could hear another. he rushed out of the womens bathroom, bursting the mens bathroom door open. he stopped, his ears turning red from anger quickly. seeing y/n in the corner, surrounded by three guys who he knew she despised made his blood boil. 

his anger got the best of him quickly. jj jumped into action immediately, throwing a punch across kelce’s face, catching him off guard. kelce hissed in pain,  clutching his cheek before quickly retaliating.

the fighting made rafe and topper release y/n quickly, the girl cowering in the corner in fear. there was blood flying around, staining jj’s shirt as he was obviously cornered. y/n cursed, standing as she watched rafe go to kick jj in the balls. she jumped onto his back, grabbing the back of his collar to choke the boy. he coughed, flipping the girl off with ease. he turned, kicking her shin roughly with a snarl.

jj’s arms were pinned behind him, topper punching his stomach and watching the boy double over in pain. kelce released his grip slightly, giving jj the opportunity to  reel his leg foreward, pushing it backwards into kelce’s crotch with whatever energy he had left. 

y/n stood quickly, her arm swinging, punching rafe across the face and hitting his jaw. the sudden burst of adrenaline gave the punch extra force, knocking the boy back and making him stumble. he snarled, lunging at y/n and knocking her to the ground, he held her down, tearing the gorgeous blue fabric she wore. 

anger surged through jj at the sight, topper going to hit him again. he dodged quickly, punching the boy in the gut and pushing him backwards into the wall. he threw atleast ten punches at the boys face and stomach, slumping down quickly with blood rushing from his nose and lip.

rafe ignored what was happening behind him, one of his hands caressing y/n’s face in a sick way. “you’d be much prettier if you weren’t such a fucking slut.” he hissed, slapping her across the face with anger. his face softened for a moment as he saw what he just did, but quickly returning to his normal resting bitch face.

y/n thought jj might’ve killed him. jj pulled rafe backwards, both of them stumbling before regaining their form. jj grabbed rafes collar, grabbing his jaw roughly. a surge of pain ran through rafe’s body, stopping him from fighting back. 

“you never. and i mean fucking never. call my girl a slut.” jj hissed, lifting his leg to kick the boy back. rafe fell, to tired to fight back. jj’s eyes looked at you, covering your chest where the tear was. he sunk beside you, anger still coursing through his veins.

“i’m so sorry i wasn’t there,” y/n could tell jj was beating himself up for no reason, it wasn’t his job to look after you constantly anyway. jj shook his head, feeling so terrible. “what’d they do to you?” he asked softly, seeing as the girl looked a little stirred up but not awful. 

“he tried touching me. but im okay,” y/n cooed, arms wrapping around the boy. she didn’t care about the tear anymore. her hands wrapped around the back of jj’s head, holding him close.

“i’m gonna kill him. i swear,” jj spoke as though the boy wasn’t close by, though he may have left at this point (they weren’t paying attention to the three boys they fought off). y/n shook her head, staying silent. 

“is there an issue, gentlemen?” a guard opened the door, catching the five in there off guard. y/n looked at him with wide eyes, covering her chest again. 

“no there... actually yes.” jj started, clearing his throat and wrapping his arm around the girl beside him.  “we were in here for um, destruction of property.” he came up with something, smiling at the guard and squeezing y/n’s side as to tell her to go along with it.

“yup. and these men were about to escort us out.” y/n continued, smiling cheekily as she glanced at the boys around her.

“which is what you should do,” jj stood, helping the girl up.

“escort us. out.” y/n wasn’t the best at lying, but the guard seemed to believe them. he led them out, rafe catching their attention again

rafe let out a sly cough, muttering the word ‘slut’ under his breath. jj turned, ready to throw another punch but y/n caught his arm and stopped him.

“he isn’t worth it,” y/n said softly, leading jj back outside.

after jj taking a shot from a random man, and y/n escaping the wrath of her parents, the pogues escaped the party and ran to meet john b. y/n and jj stayed back, not saying much. there was plenty of awkward silence between them, both wanting to say something about what just happened but they couldn’t. y/n wore the blazer jj had on earlier, covering her chest from everybody.

“so.” y/n stopped walking, jj following soon and looking at her.

“so?” he seemed confused, stepping closer.

“your girl?” y/n brought up what he said earlier, a smile on her face. jj’s face dropped, hoping she forgot he said that.

“i have no clue what your talking about.” jj shrugged it off, continuing to walk. he sauntered away, trying not to show his embarrassment.  

“wow, okay.” y/n laughed, running to catch up with him. “guess you won’t wanna be my boy then?” she teased, arm wrapping around his arm and latching them together.

“well, who said that?” jj’s face flushed, grinning cheekily at the girl. the smiled at each other, before bursting out into laughter. they were far behind the group, turning towards each other.

it seemed like there was a gravitational pull between them. y/n’s hands cupped his cheeks, pulling him into a short but sweet kiss. jj’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling away from each other but shortly returning to each other again. they felt in that moment, like they were perfect for each other. and they were.

[illyrian-lover-flower]

My little mischievous partner ~ part 4

To say Elain was not tense, the moment these words left Azriels sinful mouth, would have been a lie. 

Everything in her screamed at her to just sit and wait. Wait for another compliment that would come free, from all the hidden words within the spymaster. 

Sitting there, like a little fawn spotted by the hunter, she did not dare to move a muscle, her breath cought in her lungs as she looked into his eyes. 

His oh so beautiful eyes that most often spoke for him. 

No words necessary.

But somehow she wished he would have spoken out every naughty thought that ran through his mind as he watched her - with burning hazel eyes. 

A desire readable she could have bet, would make her blush up to the tip of her pointed ears. 

A slight blush already high on her cheeks. “What?” was all she whispered as she kept her gaze fixed on her friend, who had somehow ,within this fateful evening, become more than that. 

Azriel only kept silent, as color raised on his tan cheeks too. He was not used to this - that she could tell. 

It was rare for him to give her compliments about her looks. Every word that somehow said something about her apperance seemed like it had to wrestle free from deep within him.

A complimet about her cooking or her gardening a normal thing. He said it almost as often as he breathed. 

But there laid no word, about her garden or her cooking, on his tongue, no the swirl of words that left his mouth, came from deep within him. Every word sounding like a pure sin, as it escaped, his husky voice, like spilling water:  

“I love your eyes as much as I love the night sky, there is always a hopeful shimmer inside them - like the stars itself, when you infect others with your happiness. I love how your voice leaves a taste, as sweet as honey, on my tongue when I listen to you. I love how the feeling of your skin made mine flame up with desire.”

His breath hitched, before those sinful final words left his mouth, “I just love what you do to me and yet here I am, afraid that you might hate what I do to you.” 

His words were only a mere whisper, but it was enough for Elain soar up high.  Only a few words of him triggering a reaction from her. A reaction as fierce as a storm, as she shoot up to her feet- a determind look burning in her oh so soft eyes, as she turned off the silver water-tap. 

The streaming sound of running water, silenced- the moment she turned it down. She felt Azriels surprised look on her. His hazel eyes burning as he watched her every movement - his own going completly stiff, but all she heared from him, was a silent intake of sharp air. 

She felt his hot gaze - wandering upside down her body, as she ripped those grey clothes off of her. 

Pulling the grey harems pants down, with a scowl on her face, while she fumbled to get the, form fitting grey top with the puffy chiffon sleves, off. In the progress she managed to ripp those anoying sleves down. 

The sound of tearing seams, filling the silent air, as she was already bussy fumbling with the last pieces of clothing, that hid the most luscious parts of her delicate body. 

And before she could even manage to turn and have second doubts, she uncovered herself. 

Standing, only for a brief moment, in all her nude glory infront of the Shadowsinger - who seemed surprised at her bold behaviour. But the surprise fleed from his gaze as soon as it came, a burning fire within him, taking a hungered place in his eyes, as molten ember threatened to burn her with just a look. 

Those burning eyes, that used every second of that brief moment, wandering her entire body up and down.    

Taking in, with a lick of his lips, her sun kissed skin on her arms and shoulders, her slightly curved hips, the rosy sight of her peaked nippls on the soft mounds of her breasts. The color of them alone, as lovely as any rose that bloomed in her garden.

It took all of his restain to not jump out of the water and claim these mounds then and there, but she was faster. 

While Azriel was bussy, keeping every muscle of his body strained, to not pounce at her any moment - she jumped into the water. 

The impact of her body on his, took his breath away - along with some of the hot water around them. A spilling fountain as she had him underneith her.

Oh and how his breath hitched as he was eye to eye, with this flower growing godess. A fire burning in her doe eyes as she peered down on him, her delicate arms braced at either side of his face, on the tube. 

It was pure instinct.

His body reacted on its own as he settled her hips between his legs, a deep rumbling growel escaping both of their lunges as their skin met, their burning eyes never leaving the face of the other.

The burning feeling, of each others naked skin on theirs, making them, both, tremble from desire -igniting an stomach churning fire, deep within them.

A heaven and hell all the same - though they could end hell soon. Let the fire die down, or soar to life, as they would unite. It would only be a push - for each of them, but neither dared to move. 

Stiff as two gods crafted statues, did they lie there in the warm water. Both, completly unable to breath as they, looked at each other. Only the bobing of Elains adams apple, pulled the two out of their trance. 

Air suddenly finding its way back into Azriels lunges as he inhaled sharply, his broad chest rising to meet with hers. 

The silence shazzering around them into a million pieces, as Elains soft voice echoed through the dark room. 

With those sinful soft lips of hers on his, did she not only shatter the silence, but also his slfretrain, as she repeated the words he spoke to her only seconds ago. “I love what you do to me.” 

The oh so mighty shadowsinger, was complete molten wax between her delicate hands, as they reached in the water for his own - dragging them up to her chest.

Where her steady heartbeat thumped under that silky mound of hers. The temptation, to lean in and taste this forbidden fruit of hers, strong - but he knew why Elain had taken his caloused hand.

Knew why she showed him the stark contrast of their skins - his red burned flesh against her pale skin. His rough hand laid across a place of her body where no sunshine touched her. He was the first to touch, the rosy, white spot of skin. 

She showed him, with a ragged breath and molten brown eyes - how much she loved him. He felt it - every fiber of his being thumping with the same rhythm as her heartbeat. 

She loved him. And he - he loved her. 

All her sweet laughs in the garden, the clouds of her skirts - that trailed behind her- as she chased through her garden. 

He would never get tired of her sweet, adorable smile when she kneaded the dough of a bread - flour smeared all over her pale face , while her lips curved into a bright smile, both her hands captured in a bowel infront of her.

She would wave at him, often, when she saw him standing in the threshold to the kitchen - forgeting about her in dough covered hands. 

More than once had a dough already met its end like that. Flying around in the kitchen, after she had tried to caputer the heavy, stiky mass from her fingers. 

And he - Azriel would stand there, chukle at her clumsiness and help her afterwards with a new dough. Spending as much time with her as he could offer.

Oh and how he loved these times, loved their silent conversations in the kitchen.

But he loved this more. 

Her lips singing to his, as they pillowed his own reddened ones. Her own a plush rosy pillow as she pulled away from him, for a heavy breathe, before they both dived in again. 

The moment the two needed to catch air - far too long for the taste of the two of them. 

That dive into her, was something he would never forget. A dive into her love. 

And it cought him, soft as any pillow, did he land in her affection and she in his. 

The memory, of her tongue in his mouth, the feeling of her hands in his black,silky hair and her chest pressed agains his own heated one, sending a soaring warmth through him, as she embraced him.

Their playing tongues having a conversation, both could not hold out loud. 

It all felt like eternity. A heavenly long, eternity as nothing, but their lust filled pants and the splashing of water, filled the silent bathroom. The hue of the fullmoon and his shadows - the only beings that watched them.

Watched them in a flaring dance of light and darkness, as they seemed to dance in the knowledge, of a uniting of night and day. 

But they did not unite that night - though it was enough for the two of them.

Enough, that both of them knew they would still have tomorrow night for this. 

Tomorrow night, in which they could exlpore eachothers bodys, once again anew.

Tonight it was about something else. Something so entirly else, both did not know how to voice it. The heat of their speaking skins, smothing they could write a book with, while it was harder to let this bond - this marked thing between- them speak.

So it was silence that first enveloped them, as they calmed down, preparing for the words that were to come, sitting there for maybe ten, maybe twenty, minutes - washing each other, both body and soul. 

It was calm.

The raging inferno having cooled down along with the, barely remaining, water. But they did not care, as they both sat there.

Azriels back was pressed against the cool rim of the porcelain tube - his wings were drapped around his and Elains naked frame, that sat between his legs, and his arms held her. 

Held her so close that it seemed like they wanted to become one, never letting go of her. 

The sight of her, wet hair - a dark brown now- sticking to her back and his chest made his heart swell. He loved her and Azriel showed her just that as he leaned down and pressed kiss after kiss on her wet crest - each time a murmured ‘I love you’ on his soft lips as he moved down and down and down.

Closer to the nap of her neck. 

He did not realize where his trail of kisses went - all he knew was that the inclination, of Elains head, made him crazy. 

Her scent flared at him as she beared her sensetive flesh to him. 

His nosethrils flared at her flowery scent, his brain was turning blank as he swallowed hard. “Elain...” 

But she only nodded. 

She did not mind it was him, even seemed happy with the imagination that it would be him that claimed her. 

That his sharp teeth, would mark her for eternity. 

His breath fogged against her skin as he slowly careased her skin with his canine teeth, but he did not bit. 

Though the sensation of his teeth, once again on her skin, did not make her feel lighter.

No,he only created a storm of emotions, as his caloused hands he slowly lifted her and her amrs up. His sinful sweet mouth, loving each part of her skin with a trail of kisses. A wet lick even, macking its way across her left shoulder blade moved to her left shoulder blade. 

Elain shivered under the delight he caused her. It had her throwing her head back as a growel escaped her thightly closed lips. 

But it was this quiet, sinful whiper -as his teeth sunk into the flesh around her ripcage - just below her golden, sweet heart - he would never forget. 

The taste of her blood on his tongue, sending him into a delerium he could never return from.

Never would he be able to unwrap from the flowery seer again. 

And never was he more glad about it than now.

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The next morning, however, was not as sweet as their night. 

His wake up call, a trail of kisses up his jaw line - warmed his heart, as well as her sweet lucious naked body wrapped in his, but that definetly did not count for his two idiot brothers - that layed as shivering bundles on the couch, still fast asleep. 

The spymaster heaved a sigh at the sight, searching for comfort in the ceiling as he looked up at it. A silent plea on his lips ‘Mother help us all.’

“What is it?” whispered Elain as she appeared from behind him. Her silent stepps unheared, on the white staircase, his shadows not even bothering to anounce her arrival to him. 

Which made it all the easier for her to sneak up on him - closing her arms from behind, as good as she could, around his bulky frame - while her face was burried between the stems of his wings. 

A smile, as soft as the first rays of sunshine, graced his features as he layed one of his hands on her delicate one, that rested over his thumping heartbeat. 

“It’s nothing much. I just think we scared the crap out of these two.” 

With a mocking gesture, did he point to the two strongest ,shivering, warriors of the Night court. Elain smiled, too, as she stepped around him, and took in the rare sight - of the two mightyest warriors - shivering like the leafes of a tree in a storm. A smugg smile on her lips “What do you think would Helion give us, if we showed him this picture?” 

Azriel needed to stiffle his laughter at this and pulled her into his side tackeling her with kisses as he did so, his words only murmured against the top of her head “I think he would pull down the sun for you and present it to you on a silver plattern.” 

Elain squealed in a silent delight as she wriggled around in his arms, trying her best to capture, this sinful mouth of his, with her own. Her eyes shining as bright as the sun itself as she locked them with his “I think I don’t need Helion to do this for me.”

And it was pure male pride that made his heart swell, knowing well - what her words indicated.

But it was the sharp exceal of air, from her, that made him made his heart beat stop for a second, looking down on her in worry as she slowly rubbed the sore spot  on her left ribcage- where he bit her. His bulky arms having squeezed her accidently abith too thight.

“How is it doing?” 

She only smiled up at him. “It’s fine - nothing to worry about.” Azriel only nodded, but worry still lined his face. 

While Elains seemed to radiate off love. Love and adoration - only directed at him. 

And he could not help himself, could not help that pull towards her, as he claimed her mouth. She sighed in reliefe as he finally fullfilled her wish. 

A love drunken smile, on both of their plush lips, as they danced with each other. 

Only the loud bang of the door prevented them from further trouble. 

The two love drunken souls parted with a hurried step, while the two frightened souls, under the mountain of blankets, sat up in a hurry. 

Fear lining their features as they, both, weaponized themselfs with a pillow. Sleep touseled hair sticking out from each of the two heads. 

Both, Azriel and Elain, had to bite their tongues to stiffle their laughter at the sight. Their shoulders still shaink visibly from laughter, as Mor lurched into the room, a bottle of wine ,still, in Mors manicured hands. 

“Hello everyone.” was all she slured - before she too, moved to the couch. Fell over the sofa lean and landed snoring, on the two boys - neither of them dared to move as Feyre, too, staggered into the room. Strooding past Azriel and Elain too, as she flung herself on Mor. 

Rhys and Cassian were still shivering bundles, now crushed under these two drunken, mighty females, but they soon found sleep again. Probably better than without them. 

The secure safeness of their family around them. 

And Elain and Azriel stood there. Arms crossed over their chests and with raised eyebrows. A sigh escaping both of them, at the same time, as they took in the sight of the four idiots that were their lovely family. 

Piled up on the couch - two of them snoring happily while two were a frightened mess.

But both could not deny the warmth, each of them felt spreading through their chest, as they looked at them. Elains voice only a mere whisper as she spoke: “Will you help me with the lunch? I don’t asume that we will have breakfest today.” 

Azriel could only nod, the thought, that he knew what they could eat for breakfest, stuck in the back of his head. 

Maybe for dessert today evening.  

He already licked his lips in anticipation, on what was to come, as he trailed behind Elain into the kitchen. 

Their usual - in usion working atmosphere, spreading through the air - like the love they felt for each other, in their chests. 

And as they worked, quietly and trapped in their own world -Azriel did not feel like an intruder anymore. 

Did not feel like a dark being, that did not belong into the radiant suroundings of the bright kitchen - that were fully Elains kingdome. 

He felt at peace. 

And that peace only increased, as after hours of work - Elain walked past him, putting a lingering kiss on his shirt, directly on his left shoulder, just above the marking she had set yesterday - making sure that his was healing as well as hers. 

Never did he feel that complete. 

Even his family could not shake at that pillar, that was his love, for the sweet seer next to him - as they both sat down at the long table. 

Their family slowly started to fill into the room, at the smell of roasted bacon - the toast, the beans and the fried eggs also lined on the table. Each of the groaning members sat down to eat their brunch in silence. 

Elain and Azriel, though they had the most eventful night, seemingly the only fully woken beings. 

Cassian and Rhys groaned, as they most likely remebered the pictures of ‘Armen’ and ‘Varian’ from last night - while the cause of Mors and Feyres groans was a headache. 

Each of them tired out from their night.

“What have you two been doing that you look so horrible?” questioned Mor suddenly, Rhys and Cassian. No one seemed to care that it were the seer and the shadowsinger, that chocked on their food.

Rhys only groaned as he rubbed his tired eyes “Feyre darling?” “Yes.” “We are moving to a new bedroom.” 

Feyres heavy tiredness lifted, just for a moment, her attention fully fixed on her mate “And why is that?” 

Azriel almost felt sorry for his brother, as he watched him cringe, but the empahsis layed on almost.

And it seemed like the seer shared his opinion, as they both, watched his brothers explain, with an ebarressing amount of detail, the whole scenario from yesterday. 

Mor was laying flat on the table, as she hammered with her fist against the dark table top over and over again. Tears of laughter streaming down her face as she held her aching stomach. Feyre just sat wide eyed and with a shaink head on her chair, pale as a white bed sheet. 

A bed sheet she probably saw stained and crumbled, behind her inner eye, as she imagined what Amren and Varian had done.

While Cassian and Rhys looked like they wanted to hide under the table and even far below that. 

Neither of their family members noticed the arrival of the old ancient female, that watched with a raised brow, a cackling Morrigian. A Feyre who seemed to be in trance, an Rhys and Cassian who were the smallest they could ever made themselfs - all the while Azriel and Elain sat perfectly stiff as ever, eating the final rests of their brunch in silence.

“What is going on here?” 

Their radiant friend, of a golden female, turned her attention to Amren and noted with a wide smirk on her red lips “And did you have fun with Varian last night?” 

Amren only growled “I would not know, why this is any of your business!” 

Before the tiny female could bubble over with her temper - Feyre interupted the ancient female, with a mere whisper of her voice  “It is our business, if you decide to have your fun in Rhys and my bedroom.” 

The silver eyes, of the ancient female,brimmed for a short moment with surprise before a lazy smirk was displayed on her young face. 

Like a cat, lazy and with swirling steps, did she approach her prey. A wide devilish smirk on her lips as she moved to Azriel and Elain - the attention of the whole Inner Circle laying on her petite shoulders, as she settled behind both of their chairs. 

Her claw like hands, shooting to the front, clapped around a shoulder of each one. A shiver wrecking both of their spines, as she leaned in to whisper something to them - but only Elain. “So that’s where my lipstick vanished to.” 

Color drained from the seers face. Amrens words were still too quiet for anyone, expect her and Azriel to hear, but as she lazyly trudged to her seat - loading her own plate with a bit of roasted bacon, she was sure to make that Elain left the table roasted. 

“If you would have just told me, what you needed it for, I would have lend it to you.” 

The seer only cleared her throat, pretending to have not heared the lazy words of the ancient female - diracting the attention rather to someone else that was not in the room. 

“Where have you left Nesta at?” Feyre paled at the question “Oh no,...” but Mor only waved her delicate hand at her in a calming way “Don’t worry about it. Rita had dragged her into one of her spare rooms after she threatened the bartender with an empty bottle of whisky.” 

Cassian snorted at the behaviour of his mate, before he dug into his brunch again, clearly pleased with what Nesta had done.

While Feyre only heaved a sigh. She already dreaded that she had forgoten her oldest sister somewhere in Velaris. Mothers knows where this could have been - this city was too huge for a lone drunken female. 

“So what were you saying?” were the cursed words, with which Mor brough the attention back to the black haired female. 

She only shrugged, that devilish smirk still displayed on her lips, as she pointed her fork at both Azriel and Elain. 

“I hadn’t known you two had it in you.” 

And with that - brunch was over. Cassian chocked on his food, while Rhys and Feyre just looked at them - mouth wide open in shock and disbelief and Mor was howling again.

Her melodic lough turning loud and screechy with every passing minute she looked into the faces of her family. 

Amren knew ecactly what an uproar she would create. 

And she did not regret it, as she saw how the - oh so cold- Spymaster showed more emotions than he did over centuries of living. 

Though it were still no words that spoke for him.

It was the wing - he drapped over the sweet flower grower, that tried to hide herself in the blackness as well as she could - that spoke millions of words. The swirling shadows of the spymaster wrapping around her thighter with each passing minute - minutes in which his family was slowly able to regein back their composure. 

Mor still wringing for air though - and even though she had struggles with her breathing, she was able to fix her attention on Azriel the moment he stood up. Six pairs of eyes pearing up at his motionless, blushing face. 

Though he did not stand long alone. 

It was the move of a dragon, who protected his princess, as he pulled the seer up. Cradeling her against his chest like a new born baby, as he slowly walked to the wide exit of the room. 

Elains baffled eyes fixed on his tense features as his family watched him walk, with flared wings. 

The calmness that layed in his words, as he peared over his shoulder, a last time, was stark in contrast to the things that were to come. 

“Now that you know, we would like to have our peace.” 

The room fell silent. Even Amren was baffled as she watched him walk away, the sweet giggle of the seer for a long time the only thing heared. 

It was only after, they had long left, that the room fell in uproar again. Amren the only one that prosted, with her bacon loaded fork, to the doorframe - through which the mighty Shadowsinger walked with his fawn.

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So this was part four, of the originaly planed one-shot, what do you think? 

I hope it was to your liking @tomtenadia​, though I know it has already been quiet some time since the conversation in which the idea bloomed. I also had originaly planed to put in the part with the boodgy man, but I had never seen the movie and just the few googled pictures gave me the creeps. I should have mentioned that I am a little scarey cat 😅

I also want to apologize if the smut wasn’t that smooth - it was my first time writing something like that. Though I must say I did enjoy writing the brunch scene - I hope it made you laugh as much as it made me. 

Have a lovely day/night

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🌿WARNING, SEXUAL SHIT🌿

[Step Brother FanFiction] Part #3

This FanFiction Includes the Following..:

Smut

Y!ndere Bokuto

Sexual Themes

S!x during sleep

Degrading Kink

Spanking

Dumbification Kink

Size Kink

Practically R!pe

Bokuto lied on his bed awake, his eyes glued onto his white empty ceiling. He wasn't sure why he was still up, the fact that Aito was over at their shared House bothered him to an extent. But why.

A few more minutes passed by, and Bokuto finally decided to go over to your room. Only to be met by an empty bed with you nowhere to be found.

"[F/N]..? [F/N]?!?" He yelled out. Kotaro stumbled down the stairs in a panic while his eyes darted around quickly. Until, he saw a pair of legs under their Kotatsu. "[F/N]? What are you doing under th-"

As soon as he got close enough to see what you were wearing on your lower half, he stopped in his tracks. Eyes widening with his mouth slightly parted. He could feel his heart hammering against his chest.

Has your ass always looked this delicious? Has your legs always looked so smooth and tempting? Hundreds of thoughts rushed through his head as he settled himself behind you. His right knee just in between your legs as his hands worked along the hem of your shorts, tugging effortlessly to get them off.

Bokuto slightly ducked down to lift the blanket, only to find you sleeping peacefully under the Kotatsu. It was a habit of yours to sleep here. He lowered the blanket, and went back to fully taking off your shorts.

This was wrong, so wrong. But Bokuto couldn't find any reason in himself to stop. He has always found you tempting, your body, your voice. Surely if you found out how truly sick he was you'd never look at him with those big sparkling eyes ever again. But seeing you defenceless? His Self Control snapped.

"Fuck.. I wonder if you're still a Virgin [F/N]." He muttered under his breath as he dipped his fingers to your entrance. "So fucking wet already.."

You stifled underneath the Kotatsu, whimpering from how the pad of his thumb rubbed circles against your clit while 2 of his fingers curled inside your pussy.

"I wonder if you're okay with Big Brother taking you right now, it's okay right? We both love eachother so I don't see any problem!" His usual out going attitude showed. Even though you were sleeping, he continued on how naughty you were to have always tempt him.

"Wearing these booty shorts everywhere around the house with a thin tank top. I bet you were waiting for Big Brother to take advantage of it.."

Bokuto increased the speed of his fingers, even though he wasn't able to see your face, he could still hear you moaning from the way it felt.

It didn't take long for you to cum on his fingers, nor did it take you to wake up because of it. Your head banged against the bottom of the Kotatsu in a panic.

"W-What's going on..- I-"

"Oh, you're finally awake! I was surprised you didn't wake up earlier but Hey" Bokuto kept his fingers curled inside as he pumped it in and out repeatedly.

"N-No- Kotanii- wait! Wait wait! I just came I- It's too much please..! This is so wrong! I..- I.." he pushed you through another orgasm. He didn't care how overstimulated you were, he loved hearing your voice and that was enough to keep him going.

"You're gonna take big brother's cock alright?" Kotaro said in a happy tone, while freeing his throbbing cock from his pants.

"N-No..please..Kotanii-- don't do this" You whimpered, tears streaming from your eyes as you oh so desperately tried to get out from under the Kotatsu. Only to have a hand struck down against your ass for your actions. It caused you to yelp in both pain and agony.

"Stop being an ungreatful whore and just deal with it [F/N]. You know how irritating it is to find out that your little sister is slutting around with their guy friends? I'm pretty sure you need punishment for that"

"N-No! I'm sorry, please forgive me I- I just..-" Before you were able to let out the remaining words of your sentence, his thumb was parting your cunt along with his head pressing against your entrance. "Atleast let me re--"

And there it was, his cock pushing inside of your pussy in a fast movement that had you almost see stars.

"Fuck..! It's so tight" Bokuto positioned himself in a more comfortable way. His knees on either side of your hips as his hands gripped tightly against your ass.

"Kotanii..~" You shamelessly moaned out his name, it wasn't your fault that his cock was big.

It didn't take long for Bokuto to start ramming his dick inside of your cunt. He didn't even think twice to let you have the privilege of adjusting to his size.

"Big Brother's gonna take care of you. You'd like that, yeah? You like having my cock inside your dirty cunt?" He asked with a loving tone, as if he wasn't already aware of the fact that he came off unusual [not himself.]

Your mouth parted as moans continously escaped. Eyes watery with tears of overstimulation. You already came twice, how many more times does he need to make you cum for his satisfaction.

Bokuto was quick to pull out with his tip still inside, only to ram it back in with brute force. It ripped out a loud shriek from your throat. He did it over, and over again. Until you came for the third time.

"Fuck, you came without me? Don't worry, we'll get you to cum one last time but instead with me.." Kotaro let out a string of curses as he continued to fuck your pussy. He was chasing his own high while you saw stars underneath the Kotatsu. It didn't help the way your cunt squeezed him like a vice. It only drove him nuts of how delicious it felt having his cock balls deep inside you.

"Kotanii..Kotanii please- t-too much..! A-argh..~ Too big plea-" you were interrupted once more with a harsh thrust of his cock, causing you to slurr your own words with a moan.

"Don't worry..! From now on you're gonna have me only, I'll be your man instead of that Aito guy..! Fuck, I love you, I love you so much"

It didn't take long for Bokuto's hips to stutter and slow down in speed, his thrusts were still as hard as before but with a bit more force to it. You could tell he was close.

"Fuck, I'm cumming, [F/N] cum" His voice was deep and husky. Using a tone only for you to obey and cum against his raging dick.

In a quick movement, Bokuto pulled out of your cunt only to spill his seeds against your back. His breathing was heavy, and so was yours. That was by far the best sex either of you had, but it was still wrong.

He slowly moved back, ruffling his hair with his right hand as you slowly emerged from beneath the Kotatsu.

You were about to get up and shower, but he had other plans. Bokuto pulled you back onto his lap, his cock already hard by the looks of it.

"K-Kotanii wait.. I can't anymore please.. Too much.." You were a quivering mess in his lap, not able to take anymore. Your pleading eyes bore into his golden orbs.

"It's okay.. you're a good girl right? You can take one more.." He said as he lifted you up, only to be dropped down onto his cock.

You slowly wrapped your legs around his waist with a whimper, eyes tearing up only for him to wipe it away with the pad of his thumb.

"[F/N].. Big Brother's gonna take real good care of you so you better not see that man again okay..?" Kotaro used a softer and more friendly tone this time, in hopes to make you listen.

Nodding, you face pressed against his neck as he experimentally bounced you against his cock. The stretch was undeniably amazing, the way his cock rubbed against your g-spot repeatedly got you hooked onto the feeling.

"Hey, answer me" Bokuto asked once more, his hands still settled underneath your ass as he continued to bounce you on his cock. Only to be met by you staring into his eyes with your mouth agape.

"Are you okay?" He asked in a worried tone. But suddenly it struck him, could he have possibly fucked you stupid? How cute.

Bokuto only let out a small chuckle before he began to roughly thrust up into your throbbing cunt.

Whimpers, that was all you were able to make out of as his dick continued to carve its shape inside. You couldn't form any words, no matter how hard you tried. It felt so good, way too good to have Kotaro fuck you.

"One more time okay.. I promise this is the last time for today" He quickened his pace, roughly smacking your ass only to kneed it after. "you're such a good girl for me, that's it.. that's it.. cum on my cock Princess"

And as he said, you came on his cock with a loud shriek ripping from your throat. With one last thrust, he kept you in place. His cum spilling deep inside of your womb.

How will your relationship with your brother be like from now on? Will you two act as if nothing happened? Or will something blossom out of it.

[tuancore]

Lost You (Part 12) :

Starring- Jinyoung x reader

Genre- Angst

Summary- It's your choices and actions which made you miserable.

The more you rotated your eyes around the place, the more you realised how every single thing in there held so many sweet memories. Had the circumstances been different you would've cried out of joy, for every showpiece, every photo frame, every furniture, every book had you and Jinyoung connected with the greatest love which all of your friends swore by, standing inside your apartment alone, your form was trembling burning with rage and grief at the same time, the whole place smelled like home, Jinyoung's Cologne mixed with yours and it began to suffocate you. You didn't want to have any sort of attachment with him.

You hated him for that.

When you first told your parents about dating Jinyoung, they grew quite awkward, which only meant hesitation. You took Jinyoung home, with you couple of times which eased some of their hesitation, your father seemed to grow fond of him, as they played billiards and chess together, it was as if Jinyoung's love in its raw form was visible in everything he did, but your mother never really approved of your relationship with him.

"Why don't you like Jinyoung already? Just look at dad, he's so happy whenever Jinyoung's home" You remarked hugging your mother's shoulders as Jinyoung and your father played chess. Staring at them intently, your mother finally spoke up "I can see how much you both love eachother, but I don't know why I have this uneasy feeling, I don't feel like giving you to him". Shaking your head you pecked your mother's cheeks, saying "Mom stop worrying, you're overthinking. I assure you that he'll love me forever and keep me happy maybe even more than you guys", your little teasing earned you a light head smack from her, "Hopefully honey".

Grabbing your hair harshly you sobbed harder with each passing second, only if you listened to your mother, you wouldn't be standing here like a bloody mess. Your heart was already ripped apart and now your soul was also starting to give up. Striding towards the windows, you tugged onto the curtains harshly as they landed on the floor with a thud, along with the curtain rod, then striding towards the television you pushed it from the tabletop another harsh sound joining the air.

You hated him for that.

"Why! Why! Why! Just why Jinyoung why?! You promised that you'll love me more than yourself! You promised to always put me first!" You punched the wall beside, with every word, ranting to particularly no one, as your knuckles bled painting the beige wall red, "You promised me......then why?".

Despite your bleeding hand, you started taking out every single photo frame from that wall, throwing it somewhere across the room. The place echoed with the noise of breaking and shattering of glasses as frames and showpieces landed harshly on the floor. Rage was all that filled your mind at the moment. Throwing and breaking things wouldn't turn back things to the way they were, but you wanted to destroy every single thing that reminded of your love for him, you wanted your tears to stop flowing for him when he wasn't even worthy to be cried over.

You hated him for that.

Trashing the entire living room, you locked yourself in the bedroom. Reminiscing all over again, staring at the bed where you both spent countless nights loving eachother under the sheets with both of your bodies and souls as one, the times when you both had pillow fights just to win a stupid argument. Yes, you both argued most of the time over nonsensical and useless things but never seriously. Never.

Not to forget those reading sessions, whenever it came to reading books it was a constant for you to occupy the centre of bed either laying on your stomach or on your back, with your spectacles on while Jinyoung liked reading sitting on his beanbag with a vanilla latte or a cup of coffee in his hand, a black squared frame sitting on his nose bridge firmly making him look more handsome. It used to go well for few hours but after you both have satisfied your reading pleasure, you both used to exchange glances at eachother throught the pages of the book to make sure the other one is also done reading and when one puts off their spectacles then it's over.

You hated him for that.

Coming to the kitchen, it was another sweet little thing that you both enjoyed dearly. It was a rule that Jinyoung set up that the one who comes home early will cook the meals, since the one coming late might be exhausted as hell, and whenever you both were late, you guys ordered for a take out. However, mostly it was you both cooking together, no matter who was cooking and who was volunteering, you both couldn't help but keep on brushing past eachother making sure to have some physical contacts.

"I don't know how to bake a cake" You whined, reluctantly putting on the apron. Jinyoung chuckled tying your apron behind your back guiding you to mix the batter, but when you started to mix it, he stood behind you so close that you were able to feel his hot breath fanning your neck, "Angel..slow down.." he whispered darkly, placing his lips on your neck, "Jinyoung...." Suppressing a moan, you pushed him off, "Go prepare other things".

After setting the batter into the mould, you both waited patiently but you being you grabbed a handful of white flour throwing it on Jinyoung, laughing your stomach out you remarked "Your hair is finally dyed to...white...let me click a pic and send it to others". Jinyoung gave you a jokeful glare, grabbing some flour too, he chased you around the house, hugging you closely to him putting flour in your head, "Now yours white too, let's send them our pic with #couplegoals".

Thinking of every moment you both shared there was way too many, that you can never forget even if you gave it your all.

You hated him for that.

Your gaze shifted towards the balcony, it was where you both discussed about your days over a cup of coffee or hot chocolate after an exhausting time at works, how his father always stuffed him with contracts and clients, how your boss nagged you for not being fast enough to complete your work. The times when you stressed over things and he back hugged you peppering your necks and shoulders with kisses which always began innocently but ended up in bed.

There was something about his touch, his words which always lured you to him. The way he gently placed you on bed, before stripping you to nakedness before his eyes, which never spoke hunger for your body but always love and affection, the way he always asked for your consent before making love to you even if he had done it thousands of time before, he was always respectful. During sex, he always cared about your comfort first, he always put you first focusing on your release before his, he liked doing it slow and passionately to show how much he was in love with you and not to forget the "I love you's" You both let out moaning at the feeling as your bodies became one. Over the time, you got so accustomed to his touch and presence that he could have you writhing under without putting any efforts from his side.

You hated him for all the times he sweetly whispered those "I love you's" in your ears.

You hated him for everything.

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Jinyoung gasped at the news of your miscarriage, he wanted to cry his out but then again it's what he has been doing for the past few hours. Even his tears can't bring back the child, the evidence of your love for eachother, it was too late now, way too late. BamBam nodded at Jinyoung finally letting hot tears spill from his eyes for the first time after he entered into Jinyoung's cabin.

Nobody dared to speak a single word, how could they when none of them had any particular words left to say. But there was one common sentence running through all six of theirs heads was 'Everything is over'. Heart was not only bleeding but souls and minds were ripping apart as well, they all felt like losing some battle at the last after fighting it with a silver armour.

Even one could see BamBam falling apart, the one who fought for you and Jinyoung with the world just to give you both the same love back. No one saw him crying before, until now. Somehow he blamed the misfortune of you losing the baby on himself.

"Only....If....I didn't let Noona talk to Jisoo and neither had she run away like that.....and...." BamBam's voice getting inaudible, his throat tying. Yugyeom hugged BamBam stroking his back, trying to soothe some of his pain although he knew it was useless, "BamBam.....don't blame yourself, please don't.....you only meant good for noona from the start.....so please....." Yugyeom whispered closing his own eyes shut to prevent his tears from falling.

"It's all my fault......" Jinyoung whispered covering his entire face, "No one is responsible for any of this..... except for me...". Though it was true that Jinyoung was the sole reason behind all these mishappens, he was already drowning in remorse and others didn't want to scold him any further, what would they even gain by scolding him or lecturing him or making him feel the worst person in this entire planet, Will you get your same love back? No. Will you get your child back? No.

"I want to see her...." Was all he managed to cough out, somehow keeping his tears at bay. It was understandable, you both will always be deep rooted in eachother's heart. Whenever Jinyoung did something to hurt you it also hurt him but he loves you and that can never be altered. He was a fool to not to clarify things with you but he always felt sick without you around. He even started to hallucinate you everywhere, in his cabin, in his car, even when he slept he imagined you hugging him, he loves you, but it's his insecure nature which made him lose your love and the child.

"I don't think it's a good time to meet—" JB started with hesitation but BamBam cut in, removing Yugyeom's arms from his body, "I'll take you there".

"But BamBam!" Mark reasoned, BamBam shook his head in denial not wanting to hear any of there theories, "It's best if they both just talk everything out, right now", BamBam completed, putting his phone inside his pants pocket, he grabbed Jinyoung's arm firmly pulling him outside, with others following behind.

"BamBam things will get pretty ugly, Do you think they can just chit chat about what happened?" Jackson belted, as if BamBam was high on thin air. "I know what I'm doing and please.....I don't have any strength left in me to prolong things....".

"Hyungs, Yugyeom....Go home, get some rest, it's better if they talk alone without anyone around" BamBam blurted with a knowing look, hoping for everyone to understand as they nodded.

"BamBam—" Jinyoung called, which BamBam decided to ignore, "Hyung... if I'm helping you that doesn't mean I've forgiven you......nor will I anytime soon", he sternly announced, stepping on the gas pedal.

Jinyoung immediately shut his mouth, staring outside of the window, the sky has already darkened as street lights shone brightly, his mind drifted off to you, how much you loved the night views.

Jinyoung laid lazily on the couch with,'To Kill A Mockingbird',one of his favourite books in his hands reading it with great concentration,on the other hand you were getting crazy as he is reading that book for three hours straight, sitting on the centre table you tapped your feet impatiently.

"Jinyoung...Enough of reading~~" You whined, pouting like a kid but yet he ignored it by reading the lines out aloud. Letting out a groan, you snatched his book running around the house, it was finally his turn to groan,"Give me my book".

"No...you'll get your book when we'll get some ice cream together!",Sighing he agreed.

He was about to take his car when you pleaded him to go on a bike,you hugged his waist tightly sitting behind him, resting your head on his broad back inhaling the evening air. Jinyoung smiled widely, everything you did made him realise how much in love he was with you. The whole ride you kept on hugging him, staring at the lights hung on trees and railings, so beautiful.

After getting the ice cream, you both played in the snow which was gathered in the amusement park, "Nyoung...I just love night time, so cold yet the environment is so warm it gives off so much happiness!" Squealing you threw a snowball at him. "Yeps..with you I feel that happiness" he smiled, dusting off snow from him, placing his lips on your plump ones, he whispered, "I love you".

"I love you more".

Retrieving to the reality, Jinyoung asked hesitantly, "Do you think she'll forgive me?", "To be honest, I have no idea, it's upto her now, you can only hope for the best...." BamBam replied, pulling the car in the parking lot.

When Jinyoung noticed that it was both of yours shared apartment his eyes widened, he stared at BamBam as to why he has brought him here. "I told you I'll take you to Noona..." He muttered getting out of the car.

"She's here...?" Jinyoung tried to reconfirm, "Are you sure?..". Taking the elevator to the desired floor, Jinyoung's body began to tremble real bad, his face got pale as soon as the elevator came to a halt.

"Lisa herself dropped Noona here" BamBam informed, pushing Jinyoung towards the main door, "I won't go inside..... All the best", chills ran through his body, beads of cold sweats forming on his forehead, he tried to open the door but it was locked from inside luckily he had his key with him. Shooting a final glance at BamBam he pushed open the door.

His body freezing at the mere sight of the house, everything completely destroyed. The wall where he hung both of yours pictures all trashed, glass splattered everywhere on the floor, his eyes after scanning each and every part stopped at the red stains on the picture wall, hesitantly walking towards it, he saw fresh blood with your hand marks. Tears rolled down his eyes, not only did he break you but also shattered you completely to debris.

However finding the door to both of your bedroom's locked, he hurried trying to push it open, but stopped since it was locked. Pressing his ears to the door he tensed at your loud sobs and whimpers, hearing your voice your pain and disappointment was visible. And it ripped Jinyoung's heart.

"I HATE YOU PARK JINYOUNG!!!!" You yelled in a high pitch, which made Jinyoung cry listening to so much hate for him.

"I'M SORRY ANGEL!!" He let out a loud whimper making sure you hear him, "I AM SO SO SO SORRY".

Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13

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[thetwoplayergays]

During quarantine, my dad and I have been taking long drives and visiting some of the nearby forest-y places, how do the RFA and MC spend their time together?

Speaking of, I hope everyone out there is having a safe quarantine, including you anon (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥ I hope this satisfies what you had in mind! I had to write it twice cause I deleted the first draft...

RFA during quarantine

Yoosung 

His first instinct when he thinks about being stuck inside for the next few months isn’t how he’ll be spending it with you...

No, instead his first instinct is to turn on the computer

LOLOL ALL DAY EVERY DAY BABYYYY

Of course, with the increase in players and traffic to the site, the game appeared to be getting a lot more maintanance than it usually would, which annoyed the blonde boy.

“I’m meant to be doing a raid today MC! What am I doing to do now....”

“...Well for one you could do something with me?”

“Oh yeah!”

After finally tearing him away from his computer, the two of you decide to be productive during this time and learn a couple new skills!

First week: Cooking.

Of course, it would be easier to learn about such a thing if the supplies in the shops weren’t extremely limited, causing you both to have to make up substitutes as you went along.

You almost burnt the kitchen down twice in one week

You gave up with cooking after that

It wasn’t entirely a bad thing, you even got Yoosung to invest some of his time into your favourite games, which to your pleasant surprise he seemed to genuingly enjoy!

A few weeks in, he found an old guitar from high school in storage.

Worst. Discovery. Ever.

“Yoosung no...”

“YOOSUNG YES”

The next few days were filled with the sound of out-of-tune plucked strings overlapping the various youtube videos Yoosung was ‘learning’ from.

“Hey MC, I think I can finally play Hey There Delilah!”

“That’s wonderful honey...”

Zen

This man was SO EXCITED to spend lockdown with you and immediately started to plan all the wonderful things you two were going to do together.

The beast certainly had a few ideas as well

It was domestic bliss for you two

You couldn’t get your hands off of eachother for even a minute

You did everything together - eating, sleeping, showering etc.

The RFA commented on how suffocating it was, but neither of you seemed to mind.

It only solidified the knowledge that you two were destined to spend the rest of your life together.

A few times, Zen had caught himself almost calling you his wife, causing him to immediately hide his face away from you in fear of you commenting on his sudden blush.

There was a downside however. 

Zen’s routine was in shambles

Products were sold out left right and centre, food shopping was even worse, it was driving him crazy.

You found yourself having to remind him that a break in his rountine wasn’t going to be the end of the world and that you loved him regardless, even if he got a pimple or two.

Don’t even go there MC

You found yourselves cooking together more often too, showing Zen how to prepare more meals that were normally out of his diet range.

Of course, it wasn’t like he could resist your cooking anyway.

Whenever you two got a little too stir crazy, he would take you on motorbike rides through the city, more often than not resulting in you two at the top of a mountain stargazing.

It turned into a weekly tradition, one which you both promised to keep up even after quarantine.

Jaehee

You would think that the lockdown would give Jaehee the break she so desperately needed, right?

You would be wrong.

With the cafe closed, this girl threw herself into her work just for something to do

Much to your dismay.

It took a lot of persuading for her to get up from the computer and spend time with you during the initial first few weeks, but it was definitely worth it.

This girl was also extremely prepared to the lockdown before it was even announced.

Sanitiser? Got it, she had spare incase the cafe ran out

Masks? No problem. She had many still in storage from the days she would force herself into work even whilst sick

Again, much to your dismay

You suggested that instead of doing mindless work on her computer that she could help you with a different project you had in mind.

“A project? Whatever could we do in a time like this?”

Redesigning the cafe!

It was something the two of you had talked about many times before quarantine, but had never gotten round to going through with it.

You both took it upon yourself to fill your day with physical and mental labour, pushing around furniture, painting the walls, coming up with new bakes and sales to draw the customers in etc.

It was hard, but it was so worth it.

During the evenings, you two would bundle up together on your sofa and pick a set of movies to watch before bed.

One of you always fell asleep before the end- not that either of you would mind.

Jumin

Out of all of the RFA, he was definitely the closest to breaking the social distancing rule

The idea of not seeing you- touching you- for an unknown amount of time was driving him crazy.

Mr We-shouldn’t-move-in-together-until-marriage was certainly about to rip that view right out of his head just for the chance to kiss you again.

He distracted himself by constantly checking up on you.

“Do you need food? I can have one of the guards stop by a local shop to grab- what do you mean everything is sold out? Can’t they just order more?”

“Jumin no-”

You had to teach him about video calling so he would stop asking for selfies every ten minutes, disputing his claim about how he ‘was already missing your beauty’. 

It went about as well as you might imagine it would...

“Press the little video icon to turn on your camera- no the other one. It looks like a small- NO JUMIN THAT’S THE MUTE BUTTON.”

When you did eventually get it working, he was more than thrilled to be able to talk to you face to face again. He even looked up how to take screenshots on his computer so he could save them.

“You know MC, this platform has a lot of potential uses...”

Down boy its only been a week.

At first you thought just video calling him was enough to satisfy his need to see you, hoping he would stop complaining about ‘missing your touch’.

That was until Driver Kim showed up at your door.

“Mr Han has asked that you pack your bags ma’am. It seems he is rather fond of the idea that you spend this quarantine with him instead.”

Of course he does.

You are thankful though, you missed him more than you were willing to admit. 

Saeyoung

This boy spends his life indoors anyway, he barely registered the lockdown announcement when it finally came.

But when you brought up the idea of spending quarantine with him instead of in your own apartment, that’s when his interest finally peaked.

He picked you up in one of his babies, grinning from ear to ear as he helped you with your small bag of things. 

“Operation 707 and 606′s lockdown extravanganza - COMMENCE!”

To no one’s surprise, he had hacked into the shopping network the moment he knew basic supplies would become sparse and ordered everything you both would need to come straight to his doorstep.

Which in his eyes meant a dozen boxes of Dr Pepper and Honey Buddha Chips. 

“Saeyoung.....”

He would often complain to you about being an ‘essential worker’ because he was still hacking even in the lockdown, but you quickly shot him down.

“MC! You’re so mean! I’m doing this for you! Reward me!!”

The only reward he got was a pillow to the face

When he wasn’t working, the two of you spent your time playing games and watching movies mostly, with the occasional prank call to Yoosung sprung in if you were extra bored.

As much as he joked around about it, Seven was genuinely thankful that you chose to spend such a delicate time with him instead of alone, and made sure to remind you of it at least once a week.

Sometimes he’d go out of his way to cook you your favourite meal, sometimes he’d run a special bubble bath and light some scented candles for a relaxing night, sometimes there were other things too-

But he was genuinely happy to spend every day with you like this, it reminded him of how lucky he was to have you in his life.

Jihyun

Jihyun was concerned at first about the lockdown and his career as a photographer.

Where was he going to go now? Where would he find his inspiration?

His questions were thankfully answered when you walked through the door.

The two of you started a small project amongst yourselves to try and spread some positivity in the community involving V’s photographs.

You’d find inspiration around the house you shared and create these elaborate photoshoots between the two of you that you would share online, encouraging those at home to do the same.

It actually became rather popular, so the two of you continued it.

Your personal favourite entries were the photographs from Jumin as he tried to capture Elizabeth in all her glory but failed miserably.

It was the effort that counted though

When you weren’t taking photos, Jihyun was constantly entertaining you with various activities and puzzles, leading to your weekly board game tradition which was one that you very much enjoyed.

Living in the countryside, you were lucky enough to be able to spend your exercise out in the wilderness with your boyfriend, mindlessly cloud gazing and discussing what the future could possibly have in store for the both of you.

You made sure to spend this time making Jihyun feel as loved as possible too, showering him with little gestures of gratitude for his efforts in keeping you sane during this scary time, which only made him fall in love with you more.

Saeran

Stuck.... inside...?

For months???

OH HELL NO-

Saeran was not about that lockdown life, and immediately went into a grump only you were able to drag him out of.

“Saeran it won’t be so bad! I’m sure it’ll go by in a flash!”

“....You’ll stay with me for it?”

“Of course.”

The two of you slowly get into a comfortable rhythm with eachother, with the you both making sure to give each other space if the other felt suffocated or emotionally drained at any point.

You find yourselves searching around the house for anything you could possibly use to entertain yourselves, eventually stumbling upon a pile of old jigsaw puzzles you had forgotten about.

And thus a tradition was born

Both you and Saeran discovered your love of jigsaws during the quarantine, finding them to be both mentally stimulating and emotionally relaxing at the same time.

Plus, the satisfaction of finishing one you had been working on for the last few hours was extremely satisfying to say the least and quickly became one of your favourite activities to do with Saeran.

You ended up asking Seven if he could do you a favour halfway through the lockdown when your boyfriend had had a particularly hard day, and low and behold, a whole box of ice cream appeared at your doorstep a week later.

“...MC how did this get here?”

“Must have been a miracle darling. Now, how about a movie night, hm?”

[thequeenb]

I needed to hate you to love me (part 9)

Pairings KamilahxMC

Amy heard voices, they sounded familiar yet they felt so far. She didn't have time to process what she just saw before another memory took her further into the bliss.

Amy was walking down the streets of Paris alone and in pain. She just landed, she didn't thought much about it. She booked a flight and left from that place that reminded her of Kamilah. Central park was where most of their walks were taking place, her apartment was full with memories of them kissing on the couch, of them fucking in every corner.

And then there was Raines Crop where she first met her. The place where she found the love of her life. She stole her heart only to crush inside her fist. She couldn't bare to sit behind that desk, she couldn't lay her eyes on that conference room.

Ahmanet Financial, the place where she came and go like it was her home, she thought it was. The elevator Kamilah made love to her to, the desk where she screamed her name, where she told her she was everything she didn't knew she needed.

So she left, she flew away leaving all her worries and pain behind. She was walking lost in her thoughts late at night when her eyes fell upon a beautiful shop.

"La vie en rose" she read in her terrible french accent. She approached the glass admiring the handy work that had been done. Beautiful dresses had been placed for everyone to see, anyone to desire them.

She was so consumed by the details of the dresses that she didn't notice a woman standing behind her watching her with a sly smile.

" Do you like what you see?" that sentence sounded like purr as the woman stepped closer

Amy swallowed hard, how long was she there? She thought. "Um yea, whoever made them is really talented"

The woman laughed sweetly "Why thank you"

The realisation hit her like a train, as her cheeks turned bring red "Oh! I am sorry i didn't knew"

"I am Maria De La Fuente, and you are?" She said extending her hand smiling

Amy forced a smile hiding all her emotions for a stranger to see "I am Amy" she shook her hand slightly but she gasped feeling an electricity ran through her body with just a touch, something she only felt with..

"Kamilah maybe we should leave Maria alone with Amy" Adrian said giving her am unreadable expression

"I think it should be for the bes--" Serafine begin to speak but Amy blinked a couple of time humming some words they tried to understand

Gauis..Maria..Kamilah..a fire.

"Amy my love are you alright?" Maria said as she held her tight.

Amy looked around taking in her surroundings looking at three faces leaning over hers.

"Lets give her space to breathe" Adrian firmly took a step back

"Easy, easy..i am here okay? Can you move?" Amy nodded holding her head, it felt so heavy like a hundreds of hummers hit her all at once

Kamilah watched how they took care of eachother, how they leaned to eachother's hug, how Amy craved for Maria and how safe she felt in her arms.

So she stormed out, her mind blurry with thoughts. She knew Amy would know now, but what if she didn't? What if she doesn't even understand why she did it?

Adrian followed her out a hint of concern in his voice "What happened? Five minutes ago you would break me in half if i asked you to leave"

Kamilah turned around scoffing "Please, like she needs me anyways, she has her fiancé" the last word came out of her like it was a poison she kept in the tip of her tongue

Adrian crossed his arms "We both know thats not why you left"

No one would understand why she did it, how she was forced, not everything is as it seems.

"You dont know anything Raines" a threatening tone entered her tone, and Adrian knew better so he left her alone saying his goodnight

___

Maria lead Amy to the car making sure she was ok. Amy insisted on walking but her fiance was overprotective as always.

For a while they drove in silence. Amy was trying to progress everything she saw the anger making her blood boil.

"you are trembling" Maria said squeezing her hand giving her a faint smile

She didn't want her to know, she didn't want to let Kamilah ruin everything they have built until now so she let her mind focus on the warmth Maria radiated and how safe she felt.

"I am just still in a state of shock i am sorry" she said looking at the window

"There is nothing to be sorry about" Maria was chewing on her bottom lip nervously not wanting to say anything that would trigger her lover's emotions

"If you wanted to know..you should have asked"

Amy now looked her ashamed because she was right, she violated her privacy.

"Its so complicated Maria, i didn't knew you and her.." she didn't finish her sentence, Maria's screams echoed through her mind

"If i knew it was her who broke you i would never.."

Amy's eyes was burning her with her gaze, she was waiting eagerly for every word she would say. Her state was fragile how could she tell her that they kissed?

Signing she pulled up on the side of the road, her hands clenched on the steering wheel

"She kissed me, the day i met Adrian at the restaurant"

Everything now clicked on Amy's mind. Kamilah's behaviour, how possessive she was, she wanted to ruin my life again

She took Maria's hands in hers tears forming in her eyes

She explained everything that had happened, every kiss they shared every touched. Her voice broke explaining how she manipulated both but deep down she knew she was saying a beautiful lie.

She wanted to touch her, she wanted to kiss her, hell even for a moment she wanted to leave everything for her but thats what will satisfy her and she wasnt willing to surrender.

Maria was angry and disappointed not towards Amy but towards Kamilah and herself. She got out of the car taking some fresh air, Amy following behind her

"Lets never let anyone ruin our life together" Amy smiled as Maria's eyes softened

"Yes, lets" she reached for her pocket to pull out Amy's diamond ring, their promise of forever.

"Will you, Amy Parker marr--"

"Yes yes yes!!" Amy jumped kissing Maria softly as she slipped her ring to her fourth finger.

They held eachother tight, Amy closed her eyes as tears ran down her cheeks, she felt like home. But when she opened them on the opposite side of the road she noticed two pair of eyes gazing intense towards her.

Kamilah.

Smiling widely she let the ring shine under the moonlight. Kissing Maria hard she forgot herself in the warmth, but when she looked around those pair of eyes were red and angry.

Before they return to the car Amy looked around but Kamilah disappeared.

At that moment nothing mattered, it felt like only her and Maria exist in this world.

"I love you" Maria kissed the outside of her hand smiling

"I love you too" Amy said lovingly admiring her ring.

They were driving down an empty street almost arriving at their house. Everything felt peaceful. The midnight air hit Maria's face as she was driving careless singing their favourite songs together.

That until a car appeared out of nowhere hitting Maria's side door hard.

The whole car flipped. Everything seemed to stop, Amy didn't had time to wrap her head around it. Before she even know it their car was flipped upside down, the glass ripped off her skin.

Amy blinked a couple of times feeling her body turning numb. She felt wet and sticky. Why am i wet? It was only then when with all her strength she looked down to her chest and saw a huge wound, a pool of blood running down her body.

Her instincts reached out for Maria but the driver's seat was empty. She wanted to scream for help but she couldn't, her voice felt trapped inside her throat.

She tried her best to move but it was impossible. How can a second change everything in her life?

Before she pass out she felt a pair of hands pulling her carefully out of the destroyed car.

"No no no Amy no!!" Maria's voice echoed through her mind, she couldn't hear everything she said.

She laid her on the road carefully calling an ambulance with her shaky hands.

Amy couldn't believe what was happening, that they had an accident, that her life was draining out of her body. Turning her head she saw a figure standing in the shadows, it was smiling satisfied.

With her last strength she tried to make out who it was, a hint of a dark purple fabric could be recognised, gasping in pain she felt her eyes close but now she was sure, that was Kamilah.

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