#this post is messy but I’m having a GOOD TIME and I’m gonna HIT POST ANYWAYS!

[dykeogenes]

super duper good time to talk about the fascinating grey area of disability occupied by kristen applebees . because there is no way you have a dexterity score of 4 (FOUR!!) without having some noticeable and unusual differences in how your body works & moves! that is lower than the dexterity of most slimes in 5e. that is ONE point higher than the dexterity of a GELATINOUS CUBE. here is a small sampling of creatures from 5e d&d:

Thats two oozes and a snail. They have 5 dexterity each.

Like, 8 dex is uncoordinated. 6 dex is majorly clumsy. 4 dex is, like… I mean, imagine a giant snail trying to cook breakfast. Then make it clumsier. That’s the canonical dexterity level of kristen applebees.

the factual out-of-universe explanation for this is that Ally had never played d&d before when they made kristen and didn’t realize dex was a bad dump stat (iconic). But the fun thing about actual play is that the mechanics are in-universe canon, whether or not they have an in-universe explanation. Even if they aren’t *narratively* canon, they’re *mechanically* canon. So it’s canon that Kristen is clumsier than a CR 1/2 blob of grey goop— and that she and her friends accommodate it! her low dex factors into the kind of checks she’s willing to attempt, it factors into how her friends budget healing and protective spells for her in combat and SO ON! ally TALKS ON THE SHOW about how kristen’s exceptionally low dex makes things significantly harder & how it means there’s a lot of checks and saves that kristen Mechanically Cannot Pass without critting.

even though her having some type of movement ‘disorder’ is not narratively canon, it is *mechanically* canon. humans just Aren’t That Uncoordinated unless there’s something different/unusual going on with their bodies! it may never be explored narratively (which is fine) but kristen does have some sort of physical disability in canon. and that makes me kind of happy :]

[hysteria-things]

do a fanfic with leg humping, i beg you, ON MY KNEES 🙏🙏🙏 and with hand kink😜 i don’t care about the back story, i don’t care if it’s matt or chris just do it please 😞

RESTART

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you couldn’t care about the movie playing, and matt has an idea to keep you occupied. however, you’re not prepared for the punishment when you don’t listen.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY SMUT, swearing, thigh riding, hand kink, edging, overstimulation, degradation, spanking, AFTERCARE

SAFE WORD IS MENTIONED BUT NOT USED!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,021

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is kind of intense??? but i like it??? is that crazy???

sorry for no post yesterday. i’ve been having a not so good week and was exhausted/unmotivated when i got home :(

BUT enjoy reading anon! this one was a little hard, i hope i did okay :)

you’ve always been fascinated by your boyfriend’s hands. how much bigger they are than yours, how his rings fit perfectly on his fingers; it’s no coincidence that he wears them on only his pointer and pinky.

the both of you sit on the couch. you guys just started watching a movie, but you couldn’t care less about it.

you wished matt’s hands were roaming your body right now, possibly holding your throat as he rails into you. maybe even—

“are you even watching?” he says, snapping you out of your x-rated thoughts.

“yeah.” you lie.

he can tell in an instant that you’re bullshitting him. “you know i don’t like liars.”

“but—”

“get up and strip.”

you blink at him before getting up, slowly taking off your layers until you’re fully nude. he puts his foot on the coffee table across from where he’s seated.

“sit on my thigh.” he smirks. “and ride it.”

you stare blankly at him, wondering where this burst of confidence came from. however, you’re turned on nonetheless.

he chuckles. “i could read you like a book, y/n. you think i don’t know you were thinking about me fucking you right now?”

you blush and he continues. “i want to watch the movie. it’s either my thigh or nothing, sweetheart.”

you walk over hesitantly to straddle his thigh. you feel so exposed since he still has his clothes on.

his veiny hands caress your sides as you start to rock your hips. you can’t help but to hold them, the warmth feeling nice on your cold ones.

matt’s chin rests on your shoulder so he can still watch the movie in front of him. you moan and shudder when you feel the fabric on his jeans hit the right spot on your clit.

the pressure feels so good, your moans growing louder each time you roll your hips.

he slaps your ass, making you yelp and jolt. “shh.” he shushes. “i can’t hear what they’re saying.”

you whine in protest but nod anyway. the voices on the TV are muffled for you. the only focus is you getting off on your boyfriend’s thigh. you’re so needy and can’t help but look pathetic because of it.

“matt.” you whisper in your ear, the warm feeling in your stomach starting to build. “i-i’m gonna cum.”

“no.” he starts. “hold it until the movie’s done. the movie you wanted to watch in the first place.

“please ma—”

he slaps your ass again to shut you up. you moan loudly at the hit; enjoying it.

your hips get faster and start to tense. there’s no way you can hold it for that long.

“n-no matt y-you don’t understand,” you whine, feeling your cum start to drip down his leg.

“it’s… too late.” you pant, slowing down your hips until you stop. he tuts, taking the remote that’s next to him and pressing the replay button on the TV. he grabs your throat with those goddamn hands, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“i will restart this movie every time you cum without my permission, you understand me?”

matt had to restart the movie three times. every time you whimper an ‘i’m sorry’ into his ear, but it does nothing for him.

you’re sweating and overstimulated, and your pussy is swollen because of it. the inside of your thighs and his pants are soaked with your fluids, even the couch is messy. one of your buttcheeks are red and numb from the numerous times he spanked it.

you moan softly, your brain feeling fuzzy. you grind into his thigh still, but you start to become weak.

he takes the two fingers with no rings on them and shoves them into your mouth without warning. you gag at how deep they went.

“quiet. i want to hear,” he demands again.

you suck on his fingers and roll your eyes back. tear streaks stain your cheeks from the number of times you cried from pleasure.

“matt.” you muffle around his fingers. “it hurts.”

“that doesn’t sound like the safe word, love,” he says as he kisses your cheek.

he’s not wrong. yeah, it hurts, but it hurts too fucking good. you love being under matt’s control, even though something as intense as this is rare.

you start to slobber over his fingers. the feeling comes back, and you're surprised you have an orgasm left. you dig harder into his thigh and let out a sob.

“shh, it’s okay.” he soothes. “there’s only a few minutes left. you can hold it, yeah?”

your vision starts to fade, and matt removes his fingers from your mouth. you can’t moan anymore; only pant and whimper.

you’re not the only one that’s in pleasurable pain. matt’s been hard as fuck since this started, but right now he wants it all about you. not him.

the end credits start to play, and you sigh with relief. your last orgasm immediately washes over you. he wraps his arms around you as you shake uncontrollably in his grasp. “there you go.” he says as you cum for the fourth time on his thigh.

you collapse on top of his chest, ‘thank you’ leaving your lips over and over again.

“come on,” he says, swiftly picking you up and walking to the bathroom.

he runs a hot bath and gently places you in it. he takes some water to wash the tears away on your face.

matt whispers praises to you as he washes your hair. you stare at his face through tired eyes, admiring how he always takes care of you no matter what.

the way he moves his hands around your body to clean you up rubs you the right way.

after the bath, he carries you in a towel and lays you down softly on your shared bed. he goes over to the dresser and grabs a matching pajama set.

he carefully dresses you and puts you under the covers. he tucks you in, kissing your cheek when he realizes you fell asleep.

“goodnight, my beautiful girl,” he whispers in your ear, kissing you one last time.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @mattsneezing @janiellasblog @blahbel668 @meg-sturniolo @hearts4chris @mattslolita @sturnbaby @imwetforyourmom

[kurooh]

Happy Birthday!

i keep thinking about sukuna being so mean, calling you the nastiest degrading names whilst you struggle to ride him 😵‍💫

⟡ 18+ content (mdni), f! reader, degradation, sir kink, light face & pussy slap

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! i’m so sorry i took so long to write this, but when i did i was on a plane so im posting it now 😭 btw this thirst was delicious what is you brain made of..

“no way you’re strugglin’ this much, baby. funny, ‘cause you’re a real whore when you’re taking in dildos just as big as my cock.”

sukuna grins, sharp teeth catching the low light of the room as challenging eyes take in your trembling form. sweat glistens along the curves and slopes of your body as your hips move up and down, bitten tits swinging along with your pace.

it’s messy where you’re connected; there’s a ring of cream coloring the base of his cock, a mixture of his cum and your wetness running down the sides of his length. sukuna watches, enraptured as your greedy pussy swallows his cock again and again. two large fingers pinch your swollen clit, drawing a sharp cry from your throat.

“‘kuna, a-ah!”

with a sneer, he deftly smacks your clit with his palm, remembering what he’d told you before— you’d work to cum on his cock, without his help. your lower lip wobbles at the loss of stimulation and sting of the slap, but all you can do is keep riding.

“tsk, work on riding my cock a little better, fuckin’ slut.. should be savoring this, hm?”

you nod desperately, walls squeezing down at his admonishment; similarly, his cock twitches deep inside you.

“‘course you get so tight after i say all that shit. you’re a real whore, aren’t ya?”

heat rushes to your face when you nod as quickly as you do, eyes focused on his broad shoulders and well muscled chest. a large hand rises to your cheek, and sukuna delivers a light slap to the burning skin.

“talked about that, didn’t we?”

“yes, ‘kuna.. yes sir.”

after a quick adjustment of your hips, you continue in your endeavor to ride him properly, as he expects. pressure surfaces in your nerves, all over as you slam yourself down on him again and again.

meanwhile, tears spill over your waterline, fresh tracks crossing over old ones from earlier. wetness gleams in the peachy pink hair along his pelvis as your sloppy pussy slides just a little too far forward; this time, sukuna doesn’t comment on it.

his fat tip hits your cervix just right, deep enough to have you gasping sharply and clenching like a vice. “s-so good, sir,” you shudder, feeling a familiar sensation all over.

“you can take it deeper, i’m sure. i’ve fucked that slutty pussy enough for that.”

desperately you lift yourself, listening to his demands and following them exactly; fucked out and practically brainless now, you drag your eyes to sukuna’s.

“drunk on this cock, aren’t you?” he grunts, abs flexing as he grits his teeth. “go ahead ‘n cum. i’m gonna flip you over ‘n show you what deep means, ya fuckin’ slut.”

[eat-limes-bitches]

I Will Always Come When You Call

PAIRING: Female Reader x FATWS Bucky Barnes

SUMMARY:  When reader accidentally calls Bucky, he comes running to find out what’s wrong.

WARNINGS: ANGST, mentions of depression, fluff

Word Count: 1168

A/N: I disappeared from posting because, well, I had no will to write, I was in a rut. This is purely self soothing at this point because this is what I need right now. I promise that I have updates for the series soon, I just needed this first. 

Enjoy!! <3

Dividers by Rookthorne

It was the same feeling, day in, day out, the constant numbing sadness for a loss that never happened. The monsters that emerged from the deepest parts of her mind and wrapped her consciousness in toxic thoughts. People always said the same things, “Get some air, it won’t do you any good being cooped up.” “Take a break, you’re just burnt out from working too hard.” That was her problem, she wasn’t working. She couldn’t. It's hard to do anything when you barely have the will to get out of bed, let alone work. She stared at the glowing numbers from the clock on her nightstand, indicating she was, once again, still awake at an unreasonable hour. She glanced at the dark screen of her phone that was resting on the bed next to her. Why was it there again? Oh, right. She was gonna call him. The corner of her lips twitched upwards at the thought. Bucky had always been there, they had been there for each other. After everything that they went through together, with Thanos, the Flag Smashers, his amends, they were together through it all and now that everything had calmed down, she was struggling to stay afloat. Unlocking her phone, her thumb hovered over the call button. What was she gonna say? “Hey Buck, I know it's 2:30 in the morning and nothing is wrong but I need you.” She shook her head. It was stupid, if either of them were to call the other at this time it should be him. She had no reason and no explanation as to why she was feeling this way. 

Letting out a groan she leaned back and thumped her head against the headboard closing her eyes as she sunk a little deeper into her mind. “Doll? Are you ok?” Her eyes snapped open and down to her phone. Shit, she accidentally hit the dial. “Y/N are you ok? You’re worrying me sweets.” She shook her head slightly, “Yeah, sorry Buck.” She quickly hung up, cutting off whatever it was that Bucky was about to say, and throwing her phone to the other side of the bed. She hated feeling like this, this hopelessness that seemed to seep in through every pore on her skin and settle deep within her bones, like how a chill sets in after getting caught in the pouring rain. She was so deep within her mind that she didn’t notice the man that entered her flat. She didn’t hear him calling out to her and asking her where she was. Eventually the door to her bedroom opened, causing her to snap out of her trance in alarm, only to relax again when she saw Bucky standing there with a worried look on his face. 

“God, there you are. You scared me to death, sweets.” He murmured as he crossed the room to sit next to her on the bed. She stared at him with a puzzled expression on her face, tracing her eyes across his features. His hair was messy, shoes missing, probably at the front door, dressed in a pair of sweats and a dark blue t-shirt that highlighted to worried look in his eyes. She continued to stare for a moment before she finally spoke, “You came..” Bucky blinked, confusion coloring his features as he replied, “Of course I did, you called.” She froze at his words, surprise seeping into her eyes as she looked at him, trying to decide if he was serious when he broke the silence, “What’s going on, darling?” She shook her head, looking away from him, “I- I honestly don’t know, and that’s the problem.” She melted as he placed an arm around her, pulled her into his side, a gentle sign for her to continue. “It’s just- god I’m not okay.” She leaned to rest her head against his shoulder as she struggled to find the words, “I.. I’m just not myself. My jaw hurts from grinding my teeth, I can’t sleep at night, not because I’m not tired, no, I’m exhausted. It’s like I’m too tired to sleep. Everything is too much and not enough at the same time. I’m spiraling, and I couldn’t even begin to tell you why.” Once she finished, Bucky let out a sigh and pulled her further into his embrace, as if holding her would shield her mind from the toxic thoughts that tried to take her from him. “Doll, you should have told me sooner.” He scolded softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She shrugged, “I didn’t want to worry or bother you. You’ve come so far in your own healing that I didn’t want to drag you down with me.”

 Bucky shook his head, “Y/N, look at me.” He placed hid flesh hand under her chin to raise her gaze so that she was looking at him, “You mean the whole fucking world to me, do you know that?” She tried to look away as color flooded her cheeks but he wasn’t having it, “I think of you every day. You’re my first thought when I wake up and the last one before I try to go to sleep. I want to help you, and before you even start with the whole, ‘you don’t have to help me’ bullshit, I want to help you.” He paused, moving the hand under her chin to thread his fingers through her hair as he looked over her weary face. “You don’t have to do this all on your own, my love, let me help.” 

His words were a soft gentle caress against the opened wounds on her soul, something she didn’t realize she needed until she had a taste of it, and with the sugary sweet words filling the holes, the negative began to suffocate, trying desperately to escape but when entrapped in his honey coated words, they just died out. She nodded her head before she spoke, “Ok…ok.” “What do you need darling, not tomorrow, not in an hour, right now, what do you need?” Bucky asked. She traced the intricate lines on his vibranium hand that was situated around her middle before she spoke, “Can you just, hold me? Just for a little bit? I haven’t been able to sleep well for three day a-” Bucky cut her off by pulling her to lie down with him, tucking her head into his chest before reaching over and turning off the lamp on the nightstand. He wrapped his arms back around her and pressed kisses along her hairline until he reached her ear where he whispered, “Get some sleep sweets. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Wrapped up in Bucky’s warmth it wasn’t long before her eyes began to grow heavy, still she managed to move her head back to look over Bucky’s face as she whispered, “I still can’t believe you came.” Bucky leaned forward pressing his forehead against hers replying quietly, “I will always come when you call.”

[prettyinsophie]

She’s just like candy

First post of the year!!! Happy 2024🤍🤍

Sucking Abby’s strap for the first time(?) I don’t know how to summarize this.

Warnings: Abby refers to the strap as her cock, fake cum filled strap—I think that’s it

Abby wouldn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want, but she was always pleasing you and you wanted to make her happy. Your sweet tooth turned it into something more interesting.

Abby sat on the edge of your shared bed, legs spread out so you’d have enough space to accommodate yourself. Her lewd cock was strapped on and waiting for you, it almost glistened from the syrup.

“Atta girl, just like that baby.”

Hands on her thighs and knees burning from the floor bruising your bare skin, you took Abby’s strap with your mouth.

Seven inches covered in glaze as an incentive for you to suck her off. You were her sweet girl, so of course, it was only right to convince you like this.

Licking the tip so the sugary liquid wouldn’t fall, Abby watched your every movement. A yank in your hair obliged you to stuff your pretty mouth with it. You whined uncomfortably because you were still getting used to it: the length and the idea of it all.

The tip popped from inside your cheek, resembling a squirrel, and your eyes opened widely. You’ve never done something like this. You didn’t even know if you’d do a good job.

“Fuck. Looking so pretty taking my cock,” Abby growled, moving your head to have more angles of you in that position. You looked ethereally erotic and a shiver ran down your spine under her hungry stare. Your belly twisted and you clenched around nothing, aroused at how into it the blonde looked.

Abby let go of your hair and supported herself with both hands on the mattress as if telling you to take it from there.

Hesitating, you wrapped your hand around the shaft to steady the obscene plastic toy, groaning softly at the stickiness covering your fingers. You ignored it. With your mouth wide open you took as much as you could past your lips, humming loudly at the feeling.

Abby’s breath heaved. It’s like she could feel the warmth of your mouth around her.

The more you took the sweeter it tasted, and you bobbed your head with your tongue taking as much as possible. It was messy, and the sugar triggered your mouth to drool. Your cheeks hollowed around the toy.

“Tastes good doll?” Abby moaned with a sharp and almost breathless tone. You were a moaning mess yourself as well, the length of Abby’s strap hitting the back of your throat, causing your body to shift because you were enjoying this more than you had expected.

You hummed loudly around the plastic, hands on her knees as you looked up from your position, sending Abby to the fucking moon because your eyes were watering with your brows slightly furrowed. Head bobbing you continued to suck her off, obscene slurping sounds filling the room due to the toy coated with your saliva and the glaze. You were going at it, how could you not when it was a sweet treat attached to your smoking-hot girlfriend.

“Such a good fucking girl. You like it? Taking my cock so well, fuck, gonna make me cum this soon, yeah?”

With heavy sighs coming out of your nose, you kept deepthroating her with muffled whimpers because her filthy words had you flushing and dizzy. Abby’s chest raised up and down, her eyes never leaving yours. Her right hand grabbed your hair and held it in a messy but tight ponytail, helping you get the hair out of your pretty face, and of course, help you take her deeper. Breathy curses left Abby’s lips while forcing you to take her without a break, the bumping of the strap meeting with her clit, driving her absolutely wild. Struggling to breathe, tears rolled down your pinkish cheeks, causing your mascara to run, the black around your eyes making them look bigger, and Abby held your hair tighter at the sight of your doe-like eyes shining.

“I’m coming princess, want to stuff your mouth with me, can I?” She made sure you were okay with it first. You assuringly gripped her knees and she held your head in place before reaching the balls of her strap with her free hand, squeezing them.

Next thing you knew, your mouth was being filled with a creamy consistency. “Stay like this for a second,” She breathlessly ordered, admiring the way you looked with your face blushing and dampened with your tears; your plump pink lips still wrapped around her dick and cheeks slightly bloated from her load stuffing you. “My pretty angel, I must be in fucking heaven.”

You batted your lashes, thoroughly flustered because only Abby would lovingly praise you after fucking your mouth with her seven-inch cock. With a loud gulp, you swallowed the tasty cream and she set your hair free from her grip, letting it cascade beautifully down your shoulders. You slowly propped yourself up, echoing a loud ��pop’ when you finally got her strap out of your tired mouth, your jaw adjusting back to normal.

“You taste good.” You smiled mischievously, ignoring the lewd image of the plastic toy still hanging between the two of you and glimmering from your spit.

Abby chuckled and leaned down, grabbing your chin before kissing you without warning, her tongue sneaking past your lips, groaning softly when she tasted every corner of your mouth. Lustfully, she pulled back, blue dilated eyes piercing yours. “Now I want some of your sweet pussy.”

[vickyzangels]

hii!! can you write smut about tom were you're sucking his dick for the first time? hes just looking down at your teary eyes and getting more and more turned on GAHHWD🤕🙏

% “always be my boy, i'll always be your girl.”

# synopsis ; what the ask said‼️‼️

# pairing ; tom kaulitz x reader

# word count ; 490

# tags ; nsfw (mdni), oral (m receiving), degradation, should’ve pumped this bitch out in a day but i got stressed while procrastinating it and adhd made me deep clean my bathroom instead (who knew bleach could make a tub smell like a public chlorine pool) so who knows if its bad

a/n ; i’m hitting post and running away this was so bad I’M VOMITTINH

tom is a head pusher. you probably would have gathered that if you assumed based off what he’s said in his interviews before, but nothing could’ve prepared you to be kneeling in front of him for what was close to a consecutive hour. do you remember what led up to this point? no, if that doesn’t count giving each other hickeys almost aggressively after a big interview on a show.

regardless, you were practically being used. head rolled back, offering a view of tom’s jawline as he groaned up into the air about how you were on your knees letting him fuck into your mouth with your hands braced against his legs. you’d been doing nothing but letting him use you, gagging around his length as reward for cooperating so well.

spit from your mouth starts to spill down your chin, mirroring the tears and whatever smoky makeup you had put on before the show from your eyes actively running down your face. your gagging starts to get a little louder from his quickening pace, and in taking notice, he looks down to mock and smile at you.

“..was für eine schmutzige hure.” what a dirty whore.

he groans, making sure to emphasize each word with a hard thrust down your relaxed throat, “take it, take it all like a good girl since you want it so bad.”

and you do. maybe it was the way the interviewer kept making sly advances towards your boyfriend the entire time, and yet he dodged every one of them so naturally but he even made sure to mention you in nearly every answer he could, maybe that was why you wanted his thick cock in your mouth so bad.

through your eyes rolling back and tom hitting the back of your throat over and over again, you gathered enough composure to start swirling and lapping your tongue around his length, keeping extra attention aside to keep your cheeks hollow.

his thrusts faltered a bit, his hips slowing down stuttering but nevertheless still rocking himself into your mouth. continuing his pace, both hands you braced on his legs slid up to paw at his length and pull your head back to the tip just to fall back to the hilt of his cock. tom’s guidance began to fall short, moving to just rest on your head while you started to control the moving.

the simple up-and-down motion evolved into a maneuvering to give special attention to his tip and make space for your hands that stroked and rubbed with the pace of your lapping, using spit that spilled from your mouth to make a messy lube.

if you told tom from however long ago that you weren’t sucking the soul out of his dick that you’d never gave a blowjob before and were later going to give him possibly the most earth-shattering orgasm of his life with little to no guidance, he might’ve laughed.

a/n ; long time no seeeeee 😋😋 im not even gonna lie to you guys cause this is tumblr i dont have to live in fear >:( but i did suck dick to method write for this, love you guyssss

a/n 2 ; if yg on my taglist dont fw the tagging anymore lmk i’ll take you off‼️

© ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO VICKYZANGELS. do not steal, repost, plagiarize, or use my work for anything.

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[girlleon]

BUSY BOY

fuckboy!leon x fem reader

warnings: suicide jokes, some slight secondhand embarrassment, unwanted advances, drinking. lots and lots of pining. everyone left fboy leon alone but I’m still here unfortunately. title taken from busy boy by chloe x halle.

Bright sunlight filtering through the blinds of someone’s unfamiliar dorm room wakes you up, red coloring your eyelids. Oh, fuck. You hit the vodka and rum and wine coolers a little too hard last night.

God, you should just bar yourself up in your room whenever you drink. You always make bad decisions when you’re blasted.

One time, you woke up in a ditch wearing someone else’s clothes.

Another time, you got arrested for biking home blasted out of your mind because that apparently counts as drunk driving.

This is the stupidest of all the decisions you made.

Leon snores in the bed next to you, one arm extended over his head and the other across his freckled chest.

He’s kinda cute when he’s not fucking with you, pink mouth parted and bangs falling into his eyes.

Like when you guys were in the same communications-slash-effective speech class and he made a persuasive presentation on why you should go out with him as part of one of the units. You don’t know how, but he actually got a good grade on it.

Maybe that criminal justice major is a perfect fit for him.

You, however, knew better, and made sure to keep away from him. Two words: community dick. Until yesterday.

Last night flashes through your mind—

Dancing. Grinding. Bright lights. Vodka. Making out so messy spit drips down your chin. Stumbling into his dorm room. Your back hits the door, then he hauls you into his arms and throws you onto the bed. More kissing. Oral. Sex three different ways before you both pass out.

—and you groan before you can stop yourself.

He shifts next to you, his snoring stopping.

You freeze and go deathly quiet, hoping against hope that he’ll stay asleep, changing a glance backwards.

Your prayers are answered because he goes right back to sawing logs, nearly crowding you out of bed because he starfishes when he sleeps. Fuckin’ figures. You know he’s not a selfish lover, but he’s gotta make up for it in other ways.

Fuck.

You gather up your clothes—all except your underwear, you couldn’t find that without turning his room upside down and waking him up.

Whatever, going commando’s better for you or some other hippie bullshit your mom texts you about.

You manage to make it out of his dorm without waking him up and hightail it to your own a couple minutes away, exchanging your clothes after a quick shower and brushing your teeth.

On your way to class—that you have with him somehow—you snag an energy drink and down half of it in the three minute walk to your class.

You look like you got dragged backward through a row of hedges, but at least you’re on time.

Leon, king of hearts, shows up five minutes late with a wave to the professor and parks his happy hungover ass on the other side of the room from you.

Good, you were hoping this would be one and done.

Class ends after an hour and you grab your things, getting up to flee before he has a chance to talk to you.

It’s too late, he’d already sauntered up to you while you were putting your notes away.

“Think you forgot something.” Leon says nonchalantly, then digs into his pocket and dangles your underwear from a finger, tongue poked between his teeth with a smile.

You might just hit him. You’re gonna knock his ass out and go to jail.

You snag the underwear from him with a scowl and he huffs a laugh, tucking his hands back into his sweatpant pockets as you shove your underwear into your own pockets.

Never mind, you might have to find a hole and crawl in it and never come out. Actually, campus has a pond that you could reasonably try to drown in like some sort of dark academia aesthetic post that’s a little too on the nose. But it seems like it’d be painful and take a long while.

You stomp out of the classroom and don’t look anyone in the eye, stopping to refill your water bottle and to find a corner to catch up on your work in, trying to put your embarrassing hookup out of your mind.

You fucking feel like everyone’s eyes are on you. Logically, you know they’re not. You know that they’re not and that people are too damn busy to stare at you.

You groan, rubbing your eyes after throwing down your pencil on your work.

Leon slides into the seat next to you. “Been avoiding me?” He asks, muscled arm sneaking over the back of your chair.

“We only had one class together.” You reply measuredly, a headache building in your temples and pressure behind your eyes.

“Two, since we count the speech class.” He replies easily, setting the back of his knee on the opposite foot.

“You’re such a fucking lawyer.” You mutter, picking up your homework pointedly. There’s no point, you’re no good at math, but hopefully, it irritates him that your attention isn’t on him.

Leon gives you a catlike smile, head tilting to the side. “That’s what I pay tuition for. I’d say it serves me well, since I got that A in the persuasive speech about why you should go out with me.”

Your eyes roll to the ceiling, an annoyed and unamused look on your face. “What the hell do you want?”

“To fuck you again.”

You actually look around when he says that, your face heating up. It’s ten in the morning, mind you. Thankfully, nobody gives a shit. His laugh catches your attention and you glare at him.

“Jesus. You’re acting like it’s such a big thing.” Leon rubs the back of his neck, then looks around disinterestedly. Since when has he had that tattoo of a lion? That’s a little on the nose.

“Shut the fuck up.”

He kisses his teeth, unable to fight a grin. “Harsh words.” He remains grinning when you smack him on the arm. “Ouch, that really hurt. Can you kiss it better?”

“Ew.” You enunciate each syllable in the word, brows raising as you lean slightly forward for emphasis.

That grin of his is implacable. Unstoppable force (your irritation) meets immovable object (his smile).

“You know you want me.”

Scratch that. Unstoppable force (your irritation) meets immovable object (his self-confidence).

When you only stare at him, Leon leans forward, pushing hair behind your ear, a far softer look in his eye than you’ve seen on him before.

Any stomach fluttering you may have felt is immediately undone by him smirking at you, that smug perma-smile on his face again. “I knew it.”

“No, you fucking didn’t.” You reply incredulously, that same feeling written all over your face. Your face heats all the way up, rivaling the sun itself, compounding your embarrassment.

“Mm-mm.” He pokes your cheek, leaning back in his seat, one corded forearm settling on the shared armchair.

He needs his ass beat, preferably by someone bigger than both of you so you can have the satisfaction of seeing him black and blue.

You get your wish a few days afterward, watching him waltz into class with a bruise on his cheek and split knuckles. This time, you walk up to him afterward. “You look like someone dragged you backward through a bush.” You say bluntly, sipping your coffee.

Leon smiles, pulling his bag over his shoulder and stepping away from the desk. “You’re a ray of sunshine this early in the morning.”

You take a step back so he can get out of the row. “Just saying. What’d you do?”

He shrugs blithely, pushing a hand into his pocket. “Barfight.”

Your eyebrow twitches up. “You lost?”

His head tilts to the side, a sly smile pulling at his mouth as he blatantly stares at your mouth. “You should see the other guy.”

Jesus Christ. Yeah, okay, now you kinda see why he pulls as many bitches as he does.

He steps a little closer. “Were you worried about me?”

Other kids filter into the classroom, so you walk away. This time, Leon follows you. “Remind me why you don’t want us to hook up again?” He says casually, grinning when you scowl at him.

You roll your eyes. “Because I don’t.”

“Disappointed?” He asks innocently, following you into the library building.

“No.” You say quickly, then scowl. “Yes.” Trick question, either way he’s going to try and argue that into his favor. Fucking lawyers.

He hisses through his teeth, that implacable grin on his face again. “Ouch. How can I make it up to you?”

“By leaving me alone.”

He pouts at you and you almost laugh. That’s probably what he wants, he wants you to laugh so he can worm his way into your good graces. He’s not a bad looking guy—and probably not so bad a guy—you just think he’s a hoe. Good for him, but he’s not for you.

He shrugs after staring at you for a bit, then walks away, whistling tunelessly.

That’s it?

That was not fucking it.

Since your little mishap with Leon, you’ve made it your mission to go for a party once every business month.

You had a good streak of not seeing him until you went to his frat. You figured, ‘Hey, what are the odds? The place will be packed. Needle in a haystack odds of seeing him.’

No such luck. He’s going shot for shot with a brother of his, face pleasantly flushed and blond hair tousled, an impish grin across his face and dimples out in full force.

You immediately turn the other way to avoid him, wandering back to your friends and dancing with them, going back in for shots whenever your drinks are too low.

What happens next is about Shakespearean levels of drama. The beginning scene is this: your friend has a guy grinding on her even though she’s told him to stop and is currently trying to get the hell away from him, you and your other mutual friend trying to bodily block him.

He calls her a stupid, ungrateful bitch, trying to step up to her as if he doesn’t have a head and at least thirty pounds on her.

She calls him a cunt and that makes everything worse.

“Bro.” Leon says, tapping his brother on the shoulder from the side. “Leave her alone, man,” He hiccups mid-sentence, turning his head away and hiccuping into the back of his hand. “she said no.”

Said brother slaps Leon’s hand away, a sneer on his face. “Fuck off, Leon.”

Leon shrugs and seems like he’s about to walk away until he bodily blocks the brother from your friend when he tries to step up again. “Dude, leave her alone. Go find some other girl.” He sounds a little like he’s sobering up.

The brother shoves Leon away, sending him back a step. Leon responds by clocking him in the jaw and knocking his ass to the floor, shaking out his hand and jumping headfirst into the scuffle less than a second later.

They break apart in about five minutes, Leon sporting a bloody lip and a butterfly bruise on his jaw and the brother with a lot more wear and tear.

Leon keeps himself between the brother and your cluster of girls until the brother spits at his feet and storms off to lick his wounds.

“Are you fucking stupid?” you ask immediately, silently amazed that he’s not more hurt. You saw the other guy he got in a bar fight with about a month ago and he looked like he lost a fight with a deer, so you should maybe not be so surprised.

He chuckles, wiping a streak of blood from his lip on the meaty side of his thumb. “I’m drunk.”

You look at him as if he grew two heads. “Yeah?” Obviously, you mean.

You never would’ve taken him for a bloodthirsty son of a bitch. He just seems so unassuming, frat boy antics aside. Maybe that’s his cover. Maybe all his criminal justice classes taught him how to be a better criminal.

The fight somehow didn’t sour the night, everyone as they were once Leon’s frat brother walks away to cool off, bass shaking the floor.

When Leon goes to the kitchen, you follow him and stop him from taking a swig of gin straight from the bottle and using it as antiseptic.

When you look around, you realize there’s no rubbing alcohol or peroxide or anything. That’s what you get for assuming the best in a group of men brought together by binge drinking and pack behavior.

Leon smirks at you, then takes a swig of straight gin, making sure to get his split lip soaked in it and grimacing when he’s done. “Damn.” He swipes his tongue over his lower lip and watches you pretend like you weren’t watching him.

“That’s the least of what you get.” You grumble, turning his face this way and that to assess the damage.

“It’s cute that you’re worried for me.” He licks a little blood off his teeth and takes another swig of gin.

“What if you get arrested? What happens then?” You prod at a bruise to see him wince. “Does it look good for a prospective law enforcer to be dinged with a drunk and disorderly?”

“A few d’n’ds aren’t enough to get me kicked from the program.” He muses, rubbing at the furrow between your brows with his thumb. “I think it’ll make me more relatable, personally.”

“So you’re going to be a defense attorney.”

That pulls a genuine laugh from him, surprisingly.

Maybe the vodka you’ve had is making you feel a little too warm. You take one step back.

���Thanks for stepping in.” You say after a stilted moment, looking around the rather unpopulated kitchen.

“That guy’s an asshole.” He sounds a little tipsy again, blame the gin and lack of rubbing alcohol. “Nobody—nobody wants him around, he’s such a little bitch.”

You watch amusedly as he gestures a little as he talks, one hand cutting through the air. “It’s like, the third time he’s done that, I’m gonna—g’na talk to the president to… about kicking his sorry ass out. You can’t do that to girls, man, it’s not cool.”

“What if he tries to jump you?” You lean a hip against the counter, folding your arms over your chest and watching his eyes wander. Damn, you were right to peg him for a spring coloring, that alcohol blush makes his eyes pop.

Leon laughs, taking another swig of gin. “He can try.”

This time, Leon wakes up before you do, morning sun in his eyes this time around. He rolls over, pressing his face against the back of your neck and snaking a corded forearm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

He hopes you stay this time, you’re not so bad when you’re pretending like you’re immune to his charms.

[kyojurismo]

Hii! Can I have an emergency request? I sprained my ankle trying to build a bed frame with my sister and i was wondering if I could have (aged up) genya smut alphabet?

▸ ANSWERING. hello anon! i’m sorry about your ankle ): i hope you’re feeling better. i had trouble posting it, that’s why i’m in delay lol. it was my first time writing a nsfw alphabet, i hope it doesn’t suck. thank you for the request <3

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. genya shinazugawa x fem!reader

▸ RATING. nsfw

▸ WARNINGS. aged up genya, smut, oral sex, mention of unprotected sex, doggy style, mention of sex toys, masturbation, choking, overstimulation, lemme know it i forgot something + not proofread

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

genya gets pretty excited and feral during sex, but when you’re both satisfied with your activities he showers you with love and so much care. he carefully cleans you up, takes you water or food if you want, etc. he loves cuddling after sex, feeling your body close to his relaxes him and sometimes he would even spend the whole time resting his head on your chest, caressing your hips slowly while you caress his messy hair.

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

genya plus boobs equals love. seriously, he loves your boobs. in a way or another he’s gonna touch and kiss ‘em. you have to push him away. he loves when you are on top because he can keep his hand on your chest and grope at your breasts while you ride him.

when we’re talking about him though, i’m sure he appreciates his hands and his abs. he likes to show them off to you, that’s why he usually walk around your house wearing only his pants. he loves to wrap his hand around your neck because he knows how much it turns you on. don’t even get me started when he’s eating you out and his hands are holding your thighs.

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

genya lives to make you cum. he’s always so eager when his head is between your legs, he needs to taste you so bad and keeps going even after the third orgasm because “i need more baby… i’m fucking starving,” he literally grunts against your wet slit, clit throbbing and tingling due to the never ending stimulation.

sometimes, he prefers cumming all over your pussy. his fingers then start spreading his semen around, before touching your clit. genya smirks like a possessed man noticing how it actually pleasures you.

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

genya adores when you masturbate, he even provides you a cushion so he can watch you ride it as you desperately seek your release. your desperate moans and the way your eyes rolls back, genya is sure you’re the most beautiful creature he has ever seen.

“shit, baby– you’re so beautiful like this.”

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

i like to think that you were his first but he’s a fast learner, so after a couple of times genya knew his way with you. he learned what you like and what you don’t, what things turn you on, and he’s damn good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

genya enjoys missionary so he can watch your face showing how much your enjoying it, but it works for when you’re on top too.

he’s a demon slayer and stress is always right behind the corner, so sometimes he would simply need a good fuck. face pressed into the mattress, ass up, back arched and it’s over for you. the way his tip repeatedly hits your cervix, his girth stretching you out so good, he even spanks you a couple of times, drooling at the sight of it wiggling.

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

i think genya is pretty serious in bed. if you were inexperienced in the beginning he would try to ease the tension by making you laugh, but other than that he takes it really seriously.

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

let’s be honest, before starting to have sex he was pretty careless about trimming it or not. he’s super clean none the less! so we can say that the choice is up to you, he lets you have it however you like it.

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

you want it vanilla? genya will repeatedly kiss your face, hold your hands, caress your hips and your thighs, whisper sweet words into your ear while he gently thrusts into you.

rough sex? get ready to hear him curse and alternate praising to degradation and viceversa.

find you a man who can do both <3

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he prefers being with you, so he’s not a big fan of jacking off. but if you’re away for longer than expected he would find some privacy and masturbate, thinking about your body, the way you clench around him when you’re close, when you pull at his hair when he’s hungrily lapping at your cunt the way you cry his name while gushing around his fingers or cock.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

choking. both giving and receiving. he moans so loud when you happen to wrap your hand around his neck and give it a squeeze while you’re riding him.

praising kink because he needs to know that he’s making you feel good and it gets straight to his dick. you noticed him rutting in the sheets while licking and sucking your cunt, you whining on top of him.

“genya, baby… oh fuck! you’re being so good, it feels amazing! please don’t stop, don’t—“ you get the point.

i know that he goes feral and his cock starts twitching if you call him “daddy” while getting fucked by him. i just know that.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

genya prefers keeping it private, your room or his room it doesn’t matter. but he loves when you two do it on his futon because it will have all your sweet perfume on it and would help him sleep when you’re not here.

if he really can’t wait, expect to be grabbed and pushed into a discarded corridor of the butterfly estate or maybe if you’re outside and he notices “private” spot he would surely take you there.

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

as i said, genya desires to satisfy you. he wants to see how your face contorts while he’s pleasuring you and the way you squirm and arch your back, wants to hear the beautiful sounds escaping your lips.

i think he has a high sex drive, so he can function for many rounds. at the end of the night you’re totally spent, you probably feel like you’re floating.

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

do anything that could possibly hurt you. i mean, a few spanks and a light bit of choking is always included (if you’re okay with it of course) but he would keep it safe. that doesn’t mean that genya’s not up to try new things.

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

genya is a giver, so he will always eagerly eat you out. in the beginning he was a bit sloppy but he learned quickly.

if you want to take care of him tho, he would gladly sit down and let you have your way. he would try to keep his eyes focused on you, his hands gently holding your hair while he thrusts inside your mouth.

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

find you a man who can do both. that man is genya. it depends on the day, but he can switch without problem if you feel like it (:

in the beginning, genya kept his pace slow a bit scared of going to far ngl, but with a bit of communication things changed and he even got more confident.

genya loves showing off his skills, or maybe something new he learned and would surely pin you down and let you take it, but if he sees you’re uncomfortable or something he would stop right away.

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

we all know that he’s busy with demon slayer duties, so of course there won’t always be time to take things slow and enjoy the moment to the fullest, y’know? that’s when genya is in for a quick round.

he would put your pleasure first nonetheless, he would never leave you unsatisfied.

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

as i said, genya is willing to experiment new things in bed, but is he risky? i don’t think so, or at least if we’re talking about pretty dangerous stuff. he would listen to your propositions tho and try things out.

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

genya can go for five full rounds, remember that he’s well trained. it’s up to you if you can keep up with him (; he can last long, but i think this too depends on his training as a demon slayer (we’re talking about people who can stop bleeding with their breathing..)

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

[modern au]

i don’t think genya would personally own any, but he knows them and is familiar with yours. he uses them on you sometimes, he enjoys watching you squirm while he thrusts into you and keep the vibe on your puffy clit, your sweet moans filling the whole room.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

i don’t think he would tease you that much, but when he wants you to be in charge he silently hope you would tease him a lot, and you love to do so because the way he whimpers is priceless.

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

grunts straight into your ear. he’s not timid, he moans without shame because he knows you love when he’s loud. he used to blush a lot in the beginning though (;

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

um well… he overstimulates you when he’s eating you out so you’ll grab his hair and try to push him away while squirming and whining desperately, unable to handle the pleasure. that way he’s just grab your thighs, holding you down and let you cum again on his tongue, with tears streaming down your cheeks and trembling legs.

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

genya has a muscular body, we all know that. the way he is capable of keeping you in his arms while he fucks you against the wall 😮‍💨

but we’re not here for that i guess… he’s big alright, his shaft is long. he’s pretty thick too

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

as i said earlier, HIGH. genya wants to take you whenever he can, but will respect your boundaries of course. but if it’s okay for you, he will go on. he even begs for you, genya is desperate. and the way he gets feral? can’t have enough of you, you literally have to push him away, even kick him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

genya doesn’t fall asleep quickly, he doesn’t feel that much exhausted let’s be honest. but he would lie down with you, cuddle with you, and kissing you as he whispers how much he loves you. only once you fall asleep he would try to close his eyes and sleep too.

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. thank you so much for reading !!! <3

[rhodesrider]

Gone

Yandere! Cody R. x Black! Fem! Reader

Author’s Note: Now this is total different from my usual content I post. If you do not like this type of stuff which is obsession and murder, Please do not read.

Warning: Once again Minors DNI / 18+ Only, Murder, Unhealthy Obsessions, blood, weapons, psychological horror themes, mentions of cheating, mentions of sexual behavior

You have been warned.

~

“I don’t get why would he just leave…”

Y/N sighed after her sobbing for about a hour, she sat on her bed looking at the note looking over it once more. Seeing the writing was rushed and messy, like he was in a rush. Her ex now MIA left her note and she’s been worried since the sun was up for the morning time. She was so confused in top of that because he was find the other day, he bought her flowers, they went out and watched some movies. They were having a nice time for once besides just arguing and spending the night in separate rooms. But the next morning hit and she was hoping to see him next to her but instead she sees a single note. “Everything was fine…” her mind was clouded, she couldn’t think at all. Just more tears started to fall somehow she felt like it was her fault. She was probably asking too much of him to where he just leaves from being overwhelmed in their relationship. She heard her phone go off and glanced to the side seeing that it was her friend Cody, he was a mostly a busy man, but he always knew when to call. She smiled some and picked up the phone, cleaning her face some. “Hey Cody.”

Cody smiled as he heard her angelic voice, “Hey Pumpkin, you doing good today? You usually text me after I get off work to see how our days were.” She smiled at the sound of her second support, Cody has always been a good friend to her. He listens to her venting and gives the best advice. “I know, I’m sorry I didn’t it’s just…he’s gone. All he left was a note. Saying that “You’ll find better” and more stupid shit.” She sniffled and wiped her tears away with a tissue. Cody sighed hating to hear her cry, that’s the last thing he wants. “Did you try his cell?” He asked as he smiled going on another phone, holding it with black gloves and scrolling down messages. “I have and he left me on read. I don’t get what’s going on. Did I do something wrong Cody?” “No no angel, your perfect. He doesn’t know it and I don’t think he’s ever gonna know it.” He smirked. The phone he soon turned off making sure the tracker was off and all. “Give me one second please Y/N.” He put the phone on mute and smashed the phone to pieces on the ground. Turning her back of mute he brought his composer back. “But yea you didn’t do anything. I don’t know why he just up and left you both were having such a good time yesterday.” She agreed fully. As she continued to vent and figure out what’s going on, Cody just simply put her on speaker and walked over to an open space in his garage. He stopped in front of a man, a man that was tied up and drugged in a chair. He just smiled and muted himself again while she continued to vent and cry. “She deserves better ya know? And you can’t give her that. I saw you trying thou.” His gaze darkened. “That was precious. Trying to keep her from me, I’ve been nothing but a great friend to her. But you wanted to be in my way. “Baby I don’t know he gives me weird vibes.”” He mocked as he remembered the times hearing him speak ill of Cody.

He unmuted himself, “Hey Y/N, have you heard from him at all?” He sounded so concerned, it made Y/N worry. “No I haven’t, he even turned off his location.” She sighed as she went to the Ifind app and it was still buffering on his whereabouts. “How about I come over and if we have to I’ll go to the police station with you as well if nothing comes up in a day or two. He can’t just stop all connections with you.” The boyfriend looked at Cody with somewhat pleading eyes, Cody just smiling at him happy he’s finally able to get his chance. “Thank you Cody, I’ll let you know if something comes up.” “Ok sweetheart, talk later. I hate it when you’re upset, hopefully he has a very reasonable explanation for this.” As Cody said those last words he held up a gun. Examining it and the boyfriend’s eyes widened and wanted to scream. The drug isn’t letting him. Cody hung up and kissed the gun looking at the dude. “You know, her favorite color is Green. Did you know that?” The boyfriend shook his head fast trying to defend himself but soon was pistol whipped. “NO YOU DIDN’T YOU FUCKING IDIOT. YOU THOUGHT IT WAS PINK.” Cody screamed in his face in anger, turning absolute red. “You are a waste to her and she still cares. I want that, I want her to care about me like she does for a parasite like you.” He calmed himself, slowly putting the barrel to the boyfriend’s neck looking in his eyes with a darkened deadly glare. “You are nothing more than dirt to the woman. I’ve seen what you are to her. She took care of you and you do nothing for her. She begs for you to go out, but you’re too busy. Doing what exactly?” He scratched his head with the gun and looked in the corner. “Oh wait. Were you doing her?” He pointed the gun to the dark corner. The boyfriend fixed his eyes while he could and stared in fear.

A body.

It couldn’t be who he thinks it was. “When I met her she was easy, I can see why you fuck her. She melted in my hands. She was vile.” He had a disgusted look on his face. “I had to shower and get tested after giving her a good time and cleaning the blood out.” He hissed. “I have to make sure I didn’t contract anything, condom or not. I wanna stay clean for my princess.” He smiled and got up walking over to the spot turning on a single light, showing the rotting body. The boyfriend started to shed tears, seeing that he might not make it. Cody smiled walking back over to the boyfriend and looking at his tears fall. “Weak. You were never for her.” He put the gun down and started to walk up the stairs going back to his home. He closed the door and got the key locking it shut. He checked himself in a near by mirror and saw some blood splatter on his shirt. “Hmm we can’t have that.” He went to go wash and freshen up for Y/N, planning to comfort her. Just the thought of being in her presence made him warm inside, all he ever thinks about is her. And he needs her, if he doesn’t get her no one will. But Cody doesn’t think it could ever get that far. He knows she’s just blinded by stupidity and she’s gonna fall for him. “I love you so much baby.” He sighed in the shower, where he had a cover for his phone to watch cameras. He was watching Y/N on the bed looking at her phone, crying and clearly in distress. “I’ll be there soon baby.” He started to hurry up and finished his shower. He got ready and grabbed his keys walking out greeting his dogs, he went to the car after and rode off to her home. Ready to be of service for her.

The boyfriend in the garage sat in the chair wiggling trying to find a way out. He kept looking back at the body with flies, tears falling in fear. This man was dangerous and he was gonna be with Y/N. He had to stop it. He moved the chair some and hear a contraption go off. He looked around but was too late feeling his knee go in. He screamed to the top of his lungs but no one can hear him. Cody set up a trap and it was highly sensitive. He sat there defeated. Crying and pleading god, wishing he would have treated Y/N a bit better than before. “I’m sorry Y/N…” it echoed in his head as he passed out from the shock.

He’s gonna have her one way or another.

[beom1e]

eternal 07 | what if

genre slice-of-life, angst. warning none. wc 991. playlist ml.

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yunjin laughed from the space on the rug beside you, her hand resting atop your raised arm as she flailed about. you couldn’t help but to join her, eyes beginning to water as you continued to scroll through the photos you had taken together only minutes ago. sakura rolled her eyes, smile on her lips as she placed the tray of snacks down onto your coffee table. you sat up, breathless and mouth feeling extra dry due to your previous state. you jumped up and headed for your glass of water, your eyes scanning over yunjin who was still attempting to compose herself against the rug.

‘y/n, come here!’ kazuha called from your bedroom. you took the glass with you, peeking your head through the doorframe to see what she was up to. ‘i’m gonna paint your nails.’

‘ok,’ you stepped into the room and headed for your bed, where she was sitting. she rifled through the colours in the basket in front of her in search of the shade of red she had just laid her eyes on. ‘there’s snacks in the other room.’

‘later,’ she smiled softly. ‘i wanted to check in on you.’

‘well, i’m doing fine,’ you offered your hand towards her so that she could get to work. ‘and you?’

‘i’m good,’ she cut her response short. ‘and i was talking in terms of him. how are you feeling?’

‘really, zuha?’ you smiled, rolling your eyes satirically. ‘i thought this was supposed to be girls’ night.’

‘it is,’ chaewon added from her spot on your desk chair. ‘what kind of friends would we be if we didn’t give you the space to talk about it?’

‘there’s nothing to talk about,’ you focused in on kazuha dipping the brush back into the bottle of nail polish, feeling yourself tense up. ‘it was just a weird thing that happened to me. a whirlwind romance, quite literally.’

‘you know what i think?’ yunjin stepped into the room, a bag of salted popcorn in her arms. she sat beside you, offering the bag towards you as she looked into your eyes. ‘you need to put yourself out there. your relationship was short lived, it shouldn’t hold you back from moving on.’

‘i don’t think i’m ready to move on,’ you shook your head, reaching towards the bag with your free hand. ‘not yet.’

‘even just a fling,’ sakura agreed, standing in the doorway with her arms folded across her chest. ‘anything to help you move past the awkward post-breakup feelings.’

‘a fling?’ you laughed shortly, almost dropping your handful of popcorn. ‘do i seem like the fling type to you?’

‘yes,’ kazuha smirked. ‘you’re not the girl you used to be.’

‘kazuha is right,’ chaewon nodded, more to herself as she observed her own painted nails. ‘before your friendship with yeonjun, you were just so reserved. now you’re out there at the clubs and parties, and you have the greatest friend group of all time to fall back on if things do go horribly wrong.’

‘i don’t know,’ you tilted your head in thought. ‘maybe… well, if it happens, it happens.’

you felt the guilt hit your stomach like a sharp punch.

there was no real reason to feel guilty. the relationship you’d had with beomgyu was messy and short enough to just toss aside. there was no way you were going to fix it, having left it so long, adding fuel to the fire by trying to prove a point that you were better off without him. but were you?

if not for the distraction of your freshly sprouted friendship with the girls surrounding you, you wouldn’t be doing so well. you would notice that sickly feeling in your stomach whenever you stepped out of your own apartment, being faced with the vacant one in front of you; the flashes of beomgyu’s short greetings and gentle smiles, and everything that had followed. reminders followed you everywhere. in a rose, or a glass of malibu cola. in minimalistic decor and the red solo cups sitting atop a stranger’s kitchen counter.

you wondered if things would have been different if not for the girls. who would have held you back if you’d made a move to contact beomgyu?

within a week of meeting them, you’d created a strong bond with the four girls that had became a part of your daily routine. you hardly had the space to mourn your relationship. no time to listen to the songs you used to listen to with him, no time to stalk him on instagram in fear that maybe he’d already found somebody new. no time to rot in the hoodie of his that you still had in your wardrobe. you only had time for them. for that you were grateful, but a part of you couldn’t move past the ‘what if?’ mindset. what if you were still that reserved homebody that he knew all too well? would you have given him another chance? would he have came back, begging on his knees for you to take him back? you weren’t the girl you used to be. you weren’t the girl he’d fallen for anymore.

‘earth to y/n?’ yunjin nudged your shoulder gently. as you blinked yourself back into awareness, you noticed the four pairs of eyes focused in on you. ‘we’re going to set the living room up for the movies.’

‘yeah, ok,’ you forced a smile onto your face, nodding weakly. ‘are you almost done with my nails?’

‘beauty takes time,’ kazuha joked.

you watched the three other girls leave your bedroom, laughing between themselves over something sakura had said. you loved them, truly. you forced away the ridiculous thoughts of beomgyu, reminding yourself of the way your relationship had ended. of the inability to trust his word, and the insecurity on the side. you smiled up at kazuha, ready to change the subject to something less of a waste.

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[imdoingsortagay]

about ur last post, if Im first i just want sub! intersex! nat and dom! reader. just reader tying nat up and then giving her messy head and then after that riding her (if u dont write intersex characters it can be with a cum filled strap too) 🙏🏻

smut below the cut: Sub!Natasha, Dom!reader ( with powers), brat!Natasha, cum filled straps.

Let me know if you want a part 2

For a trained spy and Avenger, you didn't think that your girlfriend would be caught doing something silly as trying on your straps while you were gone as she was always on alert when you were out of the house.

For a trained spy and Avenger, you didn't think that your girlfriend would be caught doing something silly as trying on your straps while you were gone as she was always on alert when you were out of the house.

The day had started with Natasha deciding to brat out, something she rarely does as she always wants to be the best for her Mommy. It was out of character for you too and you gave her the appropriate punishment before leaving for the day to deal with some paperwork for Tony.

" I want you to be a good girl for Mommy Natty," you tell her, grabbing her chin with her hand so she makes eye contact.

" Yeah yeah I get it," she says and rolls her eyes at you.

" I'm going to go finish some paperwork from my last mission and I better have my sweet little princess back or else I won't be nice to you, Natty baby," you say and kiss her on the cheek before going to work.

As the door closes to your shared apartment, Natasha makes a run to your bedroom, feeling excited that she's been left alone to do what she wants.

" What she wants" is looking into your stash of toys to try on the new cum filled strap that you had explicitly ordered for Natasha to use on a special occasion.

" Mommy is going to love this," Natasha tells herself, being extra careful not to damage the box so that she can put it back right before you show up. She had seen you put on straps many times to know what to do, smiling at herself as she does it.

Meanwhile, you were in pure hell finishing these reports for Tony, Wanda keeping you company as she waits for Tony to get done with some little glitches on her Zynthazoid companion.

" How's Natasha doing Anyways? I haven't seen her in a week and I need her to tell me her food recipe I'm making", Wanda says and you cover your hands in your face trying not to remember her attitude from earlier in the morning.

" Being a brat at home," you tell her.

" Yet here you are at work while she's free to be a brat alone at your apartment y/n?" Wanda asks.

" I should be back in about 2 more hours though," you pause," not like she'd risk pissing me off more".

" You need to use that new spell I showed you about," your team members tell you," since I know it'd be a hit for you".

" Why do I feel like you've used this speel before Wanda....." you tell her suspiciously.

" All I'm saying is that it happened before Vision happened and the girl felt amazing".

Using your magic, you finish the reports with the snap of your finger and get the spell from your friend. Natasha was going to have a night to look for.

an hour  and a half later

Natasha had looked through all your strap collection but her attention could not get past the new one with the cum reservoir, mind going to nasty thoughts. Failing to hear the door to the apartment open to hear you come in.

“ oh princess I’m home!!!!” You call out, frowning when you aren’t greeted by an obedient Natasha waiting for her mommy like always.

You call your girlfriend again and after a couple of minutes look around the apartment until you make it to your shared bedroom.

“ What are you doing with mommy’s new strap princess?”

 Natasha quickly turns around to see you leaning on the door frame, anger written all over your face that she’s discovered your new toy. 

“ I’m using your toy mommy,” She proudly proclaims” just like you”. 

“ Even after being a brat you still decide to look at what mommy was gonna keep a surprise? Oh, you dumb slut,” and all Natasha do is stay silent as you get closer to her, unsure of what to say that can get her on your good side. Yet one part of her wants to push your buttons.

“ get on the bed you dirty slut,” you order.

“ I wasn’t even touching myself Mommy I was being good-“

“ is my sweet little princess talking back? “

With no time to spare, your girlfriend gets on the bed, feeling a bit afraid of the punishment that you’ll be giving her. She sits patiently on the bed with her back on the bed frame when she feels your magic tie her hands behind her back as you giggle at the sudden movement. Once her hands are comfortably tied, the strap that Natasha had abandoned earlier is back attached to her body comfortably and she wonders whether this is a punishment for her or pleasure. 

“Mommy why is the strap on me-” 

“ Shut your mouth Natty, let me do my spell, and then I might tell you” she hears you explain, mesmerized as always when you practice or even do magic in front of her. The movement of your hands calms her down a bit while she wonders what you might have planned for her tonight. 

“ Can you be a good girl for me princess?” you ask the woman above you, slowly pumping the fake cock when Natasha starts to whine a bit at the feeling. You start to giggle the more speed you pump the strap as all your girlfriend can do is whine and whimper in defeat that she’s tied to the bed with your body holding down her legs. 

“ Princess,” you say as you grab her chin,” Mommy used a special spell on you so that you feel me”. Natasha might have superhuman strength compared to you, and easily throw your body off but she loves when you praise her for being a good princess. Natasha has already done so much to piss you off today, not a good idea to add onto your punishment. 

“ You are going to be a good girl and sit here while Mommy is going to use you, I think that should be fine right honey? Especially after the stressful day that you caused me to have I think that I deserve that huh ?” 

“ Can you do that for me, sweet Princess?” 

“ Yes mommy I can” she responds back as you slowly begin to pump the cock. 

Natasha doesn’t know what’s coming tonight.

[flightlessangelwings]

Survive Now, Then Flirt

Poe Dameron x gn! reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: mild violence, mention of dead bodies, explosive meet cute, protective Poe, fluff, flirting, needing a kiss to hide from enemies, slight angst with fluffy ending

Prompt: “Just take my hand and close your eyes. Pretend we’re anywhere else but here.”

Notes: General reminder that my blog is 18+ only even if this particular fic doesn’t have smut! I finally had time to write for a @writersironchef​ and I’m so happy with how this turned out even if it’s a little late posting! The prompt was so good too! Thank you @littleferal​ for organizing this!

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Blaster fire echoed everywhere you turned. Tears formed in your eyes as you took shallow breaths and ran to wherever your legs would take you. Although you despised the First Order, you thankfully never had to deal with them too much… until today.

They came out of nowhere, blasters already aimed at whoever they could fire at and they shot without mercy or a care as to who they hit. Your little town helped the rebellion any way they could, but you all managed to stay off the radar until someone leaked information to the First Order and they swiftly dealt their retribution.

You had never seen so much death in your life, and you fought back sobs as you dodged the dead bodies of your friends and ran for your life. Nothing, not even the horror tales you had heard about the cruelty of the First Order or stories of the boogeyman and monsters from when you were a kid, ever compared to the fear that coursed through your veins at that moment.

“Hey!” a stormtrooper from behind you called out, “Stop! Freeze!”

You gasped as you heard his blaster click. Frozen in place, you raised your hands and slowly turned around. Your hands trembled as you prepared to meet the Maker and join your friends. You closed your eyes and took in a shaky breath one last time as you prepared for the inevitable… 

When you heard a blaster shot ring out, you jumped and let out a small exclamation in surprise. But the pain you expected never came. Instead, you felt a warm hand on your wrist and your eyes shot open. Where there was once a trooper in front of you now stood a handsome man with soft, kind eyes and messy curly hair. He wore an orange flight suit, and you let out a sigh of relief that rebellion backup finally arrived.

“We gotta get out of here,” a smooth voice urged you, “Just take my hand and close your eyes. Pretend we’re anywhere else but here. Come on. I’ve got you.”

Without another word, the man tugged you and led you down the street. All around you was chaos as rebellion soldiers descended on the storm of the First Order and fought them back. The man kept his body in front of your own to shield you, firing his own blaster at any enemy in sight.

“You’re gonna be ok,” he shouted over his shoulder, “I’m gonna get you out of here. We’re gonna get out of here.”

You had no idea what to say, and you were worried that any word out of your mouth would distract him. So, you just followed his lead and put all your faith in this handsome stranger. But, as you both ran down the street, a movement out of the corner of your eye caught your attention. And your rescuer was too distracted by the enemies in front of him that he didn’t notice a uniformed officer aiming right at the two of you.

“Look out!” you screamed as you tugged his hand.

The man snapped his head to the side and easily shot the officer down with one hit. He then turned to you and gave your hand a squeeze as he smiled brightly around the darkness that engulfed your home, “Thank you.”

For a moment, you were lost in his eyes, and his smile made your heart flip in your chest, “Thank you,” you breathed back.

“I’m Poe… Poe Dameron,” he introduced himself.

You gave him your name as you returned his smile and you wondered what ran through his mind. And in that moment you suddenly became aware that he still held your hand… tightly.

But your moment was cut short as a fresh wave of First Order shouted from the distance. Poe gasped as he yanked you forward, “Shit,” he hissed, “This way.”

There were too many enemies for him to fight off on his own, and the rest of the rebellion was on the other side of town for now. So Poe’s first thought was to hide. Live now, fight again tomorrow. Plus, he had a good-looking new companion that he instantly felt determined to protect.

Poe ducked both of you down a darkened, narrow alleyway and he quickly shoved you further in. Using his body to block yours, Poe stood closer to the entrance as he held his blaster out, ready to shoot should the two of you be discovered. But, you didn’t want him to sacrifice himself for you, not when you just met, so you tugged him back so he would be safe too.

You didn’t think, however, that you and Poe together in this tiny alleyway meant that the two of you were now chest to chest, and his lips were only inches from yours. Poe whispered your name as you shimmied your bodies away from the light so you were both hidden, but panic raced through your veins as you didn’t think that was enough cover.

Poe must have mirrored your thoughts, and he quickly came up with an idea. He breathed your name again to make you look at him, and when your eyes met his, he cupped the side of your face tenderly, “I have an idea,” he spoke softly, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” you replied without hesitation as you glanced down at his lips for a brief second.

He seemed relieved when he noticed your movement, and in the next moment, Poe’s lips were on yours in a gentle kiss. Poe used his body to shield you as he closed the small gap between your bodies to keep you both well hidden. You gasped softly into the kiss, but instantly relaxed as surrendered to his touch.

The two of you stayed like that for several moments as you listened to the troops stomp right by your hiding spot. Poe’s idea seemed to work, though, and no one even glanced over in your direction. He waited for the noise to settle before he broke away from the kiss, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed that he let you go.

“I think they’re gone,” he glanced out and found that the two of you were indeed alone, “Sorry about that,” Poe suddenly sounded more shy, “It was the only way I could think to keep us better hidden. It won’t happen again.”

You couldn’t hide the disappointment in your face, “I mean, it wasn’t the worst plan in the galaxy, Poe Dameron,” you fiddled with your fingers as you felt bold. Even in the middle of an invasion, you couldn’t help your quickly blossoming feelings toward this man, and he did save your life twice already. And the kiss also helped to calm you and keep you both quiet while the enemies made their way by. 

Poe smirked at you as he took your hand once more, “Hey,” he said your name so sweetly, “Let’s survive this first, then we can flirt. Deal?” he gave you a subtle wink as he nudged your chin.

A smile lit up your face that made Poe’s heart skip a beat, “Deal,” you both squeezed the other’s hand at the same time, “Now let’s get the hell out of here.”

[rexxdjarin]

What are your favorite fics of yours? Greatest hits, underrated gems, doesn’t matter to me. What are you most proud of?

Ahhhh hi bby🥹💙 so I’m gonna do my best to answer each of these.

My greatest hits are:

Captain’s Log - my main fic that started it all. It’s got everything, passionate love (and smut, a LOT of smut), dealing with war trauma, rebellion and freedom fighting etc. it’s the story of my oc: Mari, writing from a reader pov, and her love story with Rex as they survive in the galaxy post order 66. It was my first fic and the fic I will always come back to.

Unwritten - the prequel to captains log but written from my oc: Mari’s actual POV about how her and Rex first met and fell in love over the entirety of the clone wars era. It’s political, it’s coming of age, it’s got clone friendships, political ally ship and lots and lots of smut hahaha. The love between these two develops here and I could talk about this fic for 4000 years.

My underrated gems are:

Afflictions - my empire era boba fett smut one shot. I love this piece. It’s toxic and messy and all the things I’d imagine asshole Boba Fett would really be like during this time.

A Twisted Fantasy - my commander wolffe fantasizing smut fic. It’s more recent but it’s so filthy and secretly soft and so so wolffe to me. I love going back and rereading this bc I can picture him so clearly in it.

Out of Our Element - a commander wolffe fic that’s happening during the event of captains log and with my twi’lek oc: zeeta. it’s smutty, switchy, so much back and forth sexual tension between two expert seductive people with Wolffe’s signature secret longing yearning underneath it all. I love this piece so much and it’s one of the things I’m most proud of. And my twi’lek oc: zeeta art was inspired by this.

But honestly the fic im most proud of by far is:

No Shame - it’s commander Wolffe x reader and I love this piece so much. I think it’s probably the best smut I’ve ever written AND the best I’ve ever written a reader character. She is a self-conscious, self-destructive, very anxious reader and it’s a very different reader character than I usually write but I absolutely LOVE how I wrote her dynamic with wolffe and how he acts to protect her vulnerability in this. It’s just so good I literally can’t believe I wrote it.

I love all the things I’ve worked on. I have hundreds of thots, one off asks I’ve answered etc in my masterlist in my bio. If you love reading these, I promise you’ll like the less involved stuff too. 🥰💙

[tiny-sassy-aggressive]

DAN AND PHIL REACT TO PHAN TWITTER REACTIONS w/ timestamps

.03 sir please don’t crack your hands in my ears.

.11 way to early in the video for a phude Jumpscare

.16 DIP AND PIP ?!!!??

.26 tbh shoutout to Phil for acknowledging that even tho we have fan accounts, not everything we say, create, post is something we would want them to see. Love the self awareness. Appreciate the space he provides

.35 rip Dan memes and tumblr tags

.56 I actually needed to be told I am gorgeous and intelligent, I knows it’s fake but it’s nice to hear even if fake

1.37 WHY IS HE **** ********* THE MIC N O NO NO NO NO WHAT??????

2.08 chill Phil we weren’t gonna fight about it. You’re Edward… OKAY

2.25 how many times are they going to watch pinof 1 ! Babes you can do that anytime you want not just on camera

2.37 Phil is in FULL CRISIS realizing how messy he is as if they haven’t already talked about this before

3.09 TUMBLR NEVER LEFT. YOU LEFT.

3.29 the synced lean in as they discovered the dan has something in his teeth bit was a video

3.40 SO SO SO GLAD THE SOCK VIDEO MADE IT. AND HES ACKNOWLEDGING

3.46 SHOES SOCK VIDEO JUMPS ARE😭😭😭

4.24 “keep reading” oh goodness that. Sir. Okay.

4.44 hi just realized is Dan wearing a muscle tank under the see through shirt????? Side note. Want the see through shirt

5.03 FANTASTIC FOURSOME JUMPDVARE

6.14 NO DAN NOT KATE THEY ARE LISTENINF. DONT BECOME INVOLVED IN ANOTHER ROYAL CONSPIRACY

7.41 absolutely fire meme. I laughed so loud I actually had to pause the video. Worst part? I had already reposted on twt yet still reacted to it

8.05 he is staring into my soul. Hell how is he staring THROUGH my soul

9.17 no words. “It’s not a bad look” alakakakak???

9.22 So suddenly it’s not “we” anymore, huh?

9.53 rip Phil’s slit😫

10.08 I just through Dan making a joke then immediately hitting Phil to let him know he was joking was really funny. Stuff I do with my friends I am tactile

11.46 I ALWAYS thought that image was edited to have all of them. I didn’t realize it was a real photos

12.38 OH MY FOS????? JUMPSVARE WHAT THE HELL

12:45 those pounds weee so aggressive. It sounded like they really hurt. I’m hurt listening

12:46 Phil is watching that monitor like a HAWK he is NOT losing monetization bc Dan wants to wap

13.00 Phil saw and saved this and nobody knew. He lurks. Nobody is safe.

13:36 about nine “what can I say”s in. Dan has a genuine look of terror and confusion. He looks like he’s playing up his reaction a bit in the beginning, laughing and stuff and acting annoyed but this point is genuine horror and realization. This is so gold. Will be giffing later. Also precious Phil

14.50 okay the editing kinda memes his monologue a bit but i was high key inspired. He’s so wrote. Everything is a story that must be concluded. I love that thought process. Clearly bc I am also a grade a yapper but still

15:50 oh the immediate IMMEDIATE regret in Phil’s face

16:35 we love a self aware king. The poster was a tad rough

16:56 THUS CIDEO AND COMMENTARY JS SO SO SO GOOD

17:38 YES THANK YOU THE WADVERT WAS RVEFHONE. We couldn’t eat sleep or think without seeing it

18:11 please wash your blanket? Guys? Like? You can clean, wash, or dry clean anything. Please?

19:00 tbh saw under the robbing blanks and it wasn’t even that bad? Compared to every horrific demon phannie thing that has been seen? Not bad! Could have been worse

19:45 2021 period???? Hello??? You were gone since 2018? At least from dapg??

20:44 yet???? Capitolestor strikes again

20:50 did they not have a keep calm and something on poster in their apt at one point??? Some people?? You mean you???

21:16 I SAW THIS WHEN IT DROPPED. love dami sm. This video was so good

22:24 JUMPSCARE

22:55 “1992” “Daniel” calm down

23:25 “you also let me” guys??? How is this forced situation? Who decided??

24:20 he needs to back away from the mic I can feel him breathing in my ears my goood ess??

24:34 I’m screaming bc they used a clip from the section before we all thought they got high. This section they posted was just a cute section

24:54 literally speechless. Also jumpscare?

26:30 the entire dan induced conclusion is beautiful I love them and their banter

26:54 nvm can you lean into the mic closer and tell us you’re proud again??? Needed that???

[doveabovetheworld]

Seasons of Love

Sam Kiszka x Reader

Summary; Your boyfriend has always been over the top when it came to holidays but Valentines Day was a whole new level. He always did something different that topped the previous years. What does he have in store for this year?

Warnings; Tons of fluff, talks of marriage, proposals, slight hints towards 18+ acts

A/N; This was based off of my post I made of GVF as Holidays a while back (cus I absolutely suck at staying consistent in anything). Anyways, I thought this little story would be fun to put out there for Valentine’s Day and to get back into writing because I really miss it. But, enough of that! Happy Late Valentine’s Day everyone, spreading love to all!! 💕💕💕

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Valentine’s Day was always your and Sam’s day. It was the day that you two could spoil one another and be shameless about it. It was the day you two could show as much affection as you wanted. It was your day. You knew he always had something new up his sleeves so this year was just as exciting. He was playing this up for weeks, saying there were big surprises that he had for you.

Emphasis on surprises.

That morning, you woke up expecting to have Sam’s arms wrapped around you, holding onto you as he slept, but he wasn’t there.

It was just you and the comforter keeping you warm from the winter breezes as it snuck in through the window.

You sighed as you got up from the warmth of your bed, going to the closet to pull a sweater over your head. You went down the stairs if your’s and Sam’s tiny house and immediately was hit with the smell of bacon. As you walked into the kitchen, that’s when you saw Sam.

His puppy dog-like smile, mixed with messy morning hair made your heart melt. He was just adorable.

“Good morning, sweetness,” you said with a tired smile, going to hug him from behind.

“There’s my girl! How’d you sleep?” Sam asked, turning to face you slightly.

“Good… Missed you this morning, though.”

“Well, now you have me in your arms,” Sam said, giving the top of your head a kiss.

He smiled at you before turning back to the stove where he was making pancakes, eggs, and bacon. After a few minutes, he finished it and the house was filled with the delicious smell.

“Alright, hun,” Sam started as he fixed up two plates. “Breakfast is served!”

You smiled as you sat down at the dining room table, digging into the breakfast that Sam made. It was amazing! The bacon was crispy but not too crispy, the pancakes were fluffy and flavorful, and the eggs weren't bad at all either!

“Thank you for the lovely breakfast today, Sam,” you said after you finished your plate, starting to stand up.

“Anything for my girl,” he started, smiling up at you with a proud smile. “What time do you go into work this morning?”

“Gosh…” you took in a deep breath, looking at the clock on your phone. “Like an hour?”

“Okay, I’ll see you when you get back, right?” he asked, grabbing onto your hand.

“Of course you will! Trust me, I’m gonna come home and we’ll have loads of fun tonight.”

“Good,” he responded, smiling uncontrollably. He gave you a small kiss before letting go.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Later in the evening, you finally got home from work. You were longing to be home and by Sam, making the day drag on more than usual. The house lights were dimmed to a warm aura and the whole house smelled of vanilla mixed with roses. You took off your shoes and set your belongings down on the couch, looking for Sam.

“Sammy? Hun, I’m home!” You called out, walking through the living room.

“In here!” His voice echoed, from the dining room.

You walked into the dining room with a smile as you saw the romantic setup. The lights in this room were the same as throughout the house, dimmed to be warm. And the sweet scent was coming from three pink candles in the center of the table, the flame flickering across the glass bottle of wine, surrounding a vase of burgundy roses. Your favorite. Light orchestral music played from a speaker that made your heart flutter.

Sam walked into the room from the kitchen carrying two plates of your favorite dinner. He smiled as he saw you and set down the plates, saying, “Hey there, princess! How was work?”

You smiled at how sweet this whole setting and how amazing of a boyfriend Sam was. “Work was good! Definitely boring though.”

“Well, no more being bored tonight. I have dinner all ready and another small surprise.” Sam said, pulling you close to him by the waist.

“You’re too sweet… Thank you, for all of this,” you said in almost a whisper, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Anything for you,” His voice went down to a whisper as he spoke. You felt his thumb caress the bit of skin peeking out from the bottom of your shirt.

He gave you a small peck on the cheek before taking your hand and leading you to the chair you always sit at, pulling it out for you. You sat down and smiled up at him, your eyes following his body as he sat down right next to you.

“I hope you like dinner,” he started, grabbing the bottle of wine and opening it. “Want some?”

“Yeah, thank you,” you said with a warm smile, just admiring him. He seemed a bit more nervous than usual.

As he poured the red wine into both of the glasses, handing one back to you, he gave you a small smile. One that showed love and softness. Your heart fluttered at the scene around you as well as the gentleman you were able to call yours.

“Okay, tell me,” you said, taking a sip of the wine. “What gave you the idea for this? I mean, I love it, it’s adorable, I’m just curious.”

He let a small laugh part his lips before speaking.

“I dunno… I guess I just wanted to do something simple.”

You felt yourself melt at his words. It wasn’t just a simple dinner. You and him both knew that. It took a long time to prepare and he seemed so proud of himself for it.

“Well, simple or not, it’s beautiful,” you answered, taking his hand in yours.

He looked down at your hands before speaking in a more shaky tone. “What if I said I wanted to marry you?”

You let a small laugh out, not out of mock but of surprise. “Marry? Hun, we’ve talked about this a few times… I mean, I’d love to marry you someday.”

“And by someday you mean in a year or so?”

“By someday I mean whenever.”

“So… If I pulled out a ring right here, right now, would you say yes?” He asked, looking into your eyes, a mischievous smile forming.

You stopped breathing for a moment, laughing nervously. “Like, hypothetically?”

“Maybe.”

“I mean… Yes, I would,” you said, smiling a bit.

Sam’s smile grew, getting up from his chair and getting on one knee, right next to your chair. He took your hand and smiled at you. “Will you marry me?”

He pulled out a small box, opening it to show a beautiful gold and rose gold ring. You let out a gasp, your breath hitching as you stared at the ring.

“Sam… You… Is… Is this real?” You asked with a huge smile, a few tears starting to form.

“Yeah, darling,” Sam said, giving your hand a squeeze. “It’s real.”

You fluttered your eyes a bit to get the tears cleared out, making them roll down your cheeks. You nodded and smiled, trying to control the tears that fell. This was the moment that would determine your future with Sam. A yes or no.

You looked at the ring and then to Sam, anxiety painted across his face. You nodded before saying, “Yes. Sam, of course I will.”

He let out a laugh and put the ring on you, pulling you into a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.

The kiss lasted a bit longer than usual, his hands now on your waist as he pulled back a bit. You could see a bit of pink on his cheeks while he smiled at you.

“Maybe, after dinner, we could… go upstairs, end this day off in bed?” Sam asked with a mischievous smile. He lightly tugged at the bottom of your shirt, making you giggle.

“I wouldn’t oppose to that…” you replied, looking at his lips and playing with some of his hair. He just smiled at you with warmth and love before kissing you again.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N,” he said between kisses.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sam.”

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[stillgotme]

Been pretty quiet the past month and I don't know if there's really anyone that's still stuck around to see what I do next, but I'm still here! And the reason I haven't been posting as much is because I've been planning and I’m here to make some quick announcements for how 2024’s gonna go on this blog moving forward.

First things first....Karaoke Secrets is going on hiatus and this was what I was embarrassed to say because this story has barely taken off yet I’ve already had two big gaps in between posts and we still haven’t gotten anywhere. Oof. 

I admit, I kinda went overboard with adding a third story when I haven’t even finished the other two. Not to mention, because this one was more driven by fun and me needing a break from my usual stuff, I’ve faced the realization that this story isn’t as developed. It’s why I unfortunately hit a creative wall with it and along with the struggle of trying to do 3 stories at once, my inspo just isn’t with it at the moment. 

Don’t get me wrong, though, I still very much love this story! But I gotta really sit down and figure out an outline for it. I do prefer some sort of structure and I don’t have the full structure yet, so it’s best to put this thing to halt and see what I really want to do with it. Maybe one day when I’ve gotten the inspiration again and I’ve tightened some rough spots, then I can come back to it. For now, it’s on a break. And don’t worry, you will still see Risa and Akira every once in a while when I do some edits. I hope you understand.

BUT NOW THE GOOD NEWS:

AFTER FOUR LONG YEARS, REDEMPTION IS FINALLY MAKING A RETURN. Now, despite my lack of storytelling since the pandemic, I’m letting you all know that in the background I never actually stopped writing. I was still going over scenes for this story, writing dialogue, even going back to old scenes and writing in depth prose for them to get more in touch with my characters. 

This story is so dear to me and the inspiration has called me for the past few months. And thanks to the lovely people in the writing discord I’ve joined, that storytelling spark has finally come back. What held me back was the worry over Karaoke Secrets, but I needed to stop forcing myself to treat this like a job and follow my inspo. 

So we’re picking up where we left off. To new and old readers, I will do a summary post that tells you the story so far. I understand not everyone has the time to sit down and read and you are in no way obligated to do that so you’ll have the option to get a recap. That way we’re all on the same page by the time the story returns. And if you do wanna read from the beginning, be my guest!

Thank you to everyone that’s taken the time to read this and stick around. I understand I’ve been so messy with storytelling lately because of real life, but it really feels different now. I’m genuinely excited to get back to telling this story that’s been in my head since 2018 and hope you’ll join me in this crazy journey (again). And shoutout to the writing group for giving me the motivation. It may not have seemed like much, but your support has led me to fully get my storytelling back out there. 

I love you all 💖