#unfortunately its one of the little ones so I couldn't make its eyes pop out

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In the High of the Feeling

Mattheo Riddle x Cat Animagus!Reader

Warning: smut, tiny blood play, a hint of breeding kink

Summary: Much like for many animals, heat season was right around the corner for you as well.

A/N: This one has a little Omegaverse feel to it. I did try and make it different but there are similarities. Both parties are +18! 

A/N: This can be read as part 2 of this piece.

Being an animagus had its ups and downs.

Your loving and helpful boyfriend, Mattheo was definitely a bonus.

He would help with any difficulties or tried his best to help. No one in the school knew, none of the students beside him at least.

It hadn't been that long since the two of you got together and he realized your secret.

This will be the first spring the two of you will spend together and you were... for a lack of a better word, nervous.

Extremely nervous.

You knew what spring brought.

It brought a new start. Flowers bloom and animals... yeah.

It was rare for an animagus to be so tied to their animalistic side. But you were.

And with spring, came your heat.

A week where you would have the strongest desire to have offsprings.

Ever since you hit puberty, the feeling was there, but lately, as you got older, the feeling got stronger.

And now, that you had a boyfriend, you knew your body and mind will go crazy, you needed to stay away from Mattheo and you needed a way to explain this to him to the best of your ability.

But how do you explain to a horny guy that he needs to stay away from you because for once it will be you who wants to have sex all the time? With the purpose of getting pregnant.

You couldn't let that happen, you were too young.

You understood it was only nature, but still... no.

"Babe? BABE!" the yell made you snap back into reality as you looked at your boyfriend sitting across you by the table. "You have been distracted lately. Do you have another man or something?"

"Nothing like that... it's-"

"Is it a cat-thing?" he asked as he popped a slice of apple into his mouth.

"Actually, yes." you looked around, making sure no one was there to hear you. "Spring is coming." you said with a low voice and he made a face then a sudden realization. You hoped he would understand.

"You are right! More Quidditch!" you wanted to slap him.

You pinched the bridge of your nose as you let out a long sigh.

"No." you said not opening your eyes to look at him.

"No? Then what Princess? You have to go home for the break or something?"

"My heat is coming." you said, straight up, since you knew dancing around the subject won't help.

"What's that?" you finally opened your eyes and looked at him.

You shouldn't have expected for him to understand.

"Spring brings new life. Flowers bloom and animals..." his eyes grew big with realization. "Professor McGonaghall said she would give me a potion to keep my... needs at bay but apparently the very flower that you would need blooms after my heat would be over so..."

"I'm too young to be a father." was what he ended up saying.

"So am I. It's nature, unfortunately, I can't do anything with it. I will have the week off, I already spoke with the teachers. I have so many things to do. I just wanted to tell you to please just... for that week stay away from me. I wouldn't be able to control myself and... I wouldn't want to force you."

"First of all, you would never force me. I do understand your point now, but I'm also very curious. Tell me more about it. What happens? Does it hurt? What do you do? Do you touch yourself?" you could see in his eyes he was genuinely interested.

"It hurts, unfortunately, yes. But it's a very different pain from like a wound. I would say it's like a heartbreak and a broken leg at the same time. I always have a little area that I put together so I can stay there. I put soft things... pillows, blankets and- Oh that reminds me, can I borrow a shirt from you? Your scent might help me." he only nodded as he listened, he was more interested than ever. "So, yeah I just... I do touch myself, yes. It helps with the pain. I'm just worried about what might happen this time."

"Why?" he reached out on the table and held your hand in his. "What would happen this time?"

"Well, now I have you. I have a partner and my body knows that. So I'm nervous about what would happen this time."

"I see. I will give you the shirts. Many of them. When does this... heat start?"

"You can't really pinpoint it out, it's like a period but it should be this weekend/next week that it starts." you smiled at him, happy he didn't find it disgusting or anything.

"I will bring you my clothes tomorrow then."

"Thank you." but he didn't know, you thanked him for another reason.

The next morning you woke up with a strange feeling. Your foggy mind didn't even realize what was happening. You found yourself thinking more and more about your boyfriend, more specifically, him naked.

You were thankful that last night you at least build your comfort place on your bed.

Your entire body felt hot and your mind could only think of one thing.

The dirtiest images flashed in your mind.

You only ever slept with Mattheo a couple times, but now it was all you could think about.

How soft his skin was, how you could run your fingers over his scars, letting him know that it was okay.

How he smelled and felt like.

How amazing he made you feel as he just kept rolling his hips with a steady rhythm. 

The images flooded your mind as your imagination ran wild.

You wanted him to ravish you. 

To completely fill you up and have your own litter. 

You were going insane. You let out a soft moan when there was a knock on your door.

"Princess? I brought the shirts I promised." his voice, his nice voice, his intoxicating voice.

You felt your ears and tail pop out, you felt your eyes change.

You were gone. Your most basic instincts took over as you walked to that door and opened it.

He was saying something, you saw his gorgeous lips move. But you were far too gone to hear it.

When he looked at you, confused, you pulled him in and locked the door behind him, you pulled on his hair, kissing him with all you had.

Your cat-like teeth managed to scare his lips as you now tasted a little blood along with the tobacco he always smoked.

Your hands found his tie as you began to take off his clothes one by one.

"Hey, hey, slow down." he said as he pulled back as he laughed a little.

"You have too many layers." you said, not even looking at him as you began to undo his belt. That is when he jumped back, keeping you at arm's length.

"Why are your ears out?" you put your hand on his forearm as his hand was on your shoulder.

"I need you." you said with the most intoxicating voice Mattheo had ever heard. He did hear you say those words before. He did make you say and moan many things but this. this was different.

Your voice was filled with lust.

"Oh shit, this is it right? Your heat. Fuck." Mattheo looked around, he knew, he needed to go. NOW. "I-I have to... go." he said but by the time he finished you were completely nude in front of him. His eyes were glued to your body.

Men are such easy creatures.

"Matty, I need you." you said again as he looked into your eyes. 

"Okay... Okay. I-I have condoms."

"Noooo." you walked over to him, you put your hands around his neck as your mouths were only inches apart. "I need you to fill me up. I want to feel it ooze out."

He grabbed your waist with both hands.

It was all too much for him, he felt himself getting harder by the second.

"I'm so wet Matty, please." he had to gulp, he looked away from you and noticed the arranged pillows on your bed. While he was thinking you took the opportunity to make your final move.

He watched as you walked away from him and towards your bed. With your back to him, you knelt down on the bed and moved to lay down with your ass up in the air. You reached under your body and with two fingers you spread your lips, showing him your wet cunt. Then you moved one finger in and dragged it down, letting out a moan as you touched your clit.

"Please, Mattheo." is all you needed to say as you looked at him with your head on the bed.

He lost.

Thankfully he still had the mind to put on the protection.

"Nooo. No condom." you said but he didn't hear you, his focus was on your pussy. 

He jerked himself twice before grabbing your hips and slowly pulling you back, filling you up.

Just what you have been craving for.

You both let out a long moan as he filled you fully. You were finally a little satisfied, feeling his balls slapping onto your skin as his huge cock filled you up to your stomach.

He started off slow, keeping his focus as he felt your tail wrap around his leg then move up his back.

He needed to have control.

You were in a very vulnerable state. He had to remind himself.

But it seemed almost useless because every time you looked into his eyes, his common sense failed him.

Especially when he felt you beginning to move back onto him with rough movements.

"Fuck." he said as he watched you fuck yourself on his cock. "Shit, Babe." but you were a moaning mess. 

If he was far too gone, you were beyond.

"Wait." he said as he almost came, in his nearing high, he grabbed the base of your tail which made you yelp in surprise. "Sorry." he said, knowing how sensitive it was, he ran his hand up your spine. feeling the curve in which you were laying.

He loved it.

He loved you.

You patiently waited for him to began moving again, and when he did, oh how magnificent it was.

His movements were fast, you were sure his fingers will leave their marks but you didn't care.

All you wanted is to feel him fill you up.

Then he grabbed your hair and pulled back on it a little. The room was filled with the noises of skin slapping against skin and moaning.

His name was all you could say as he groaned and moaned. 

Once again you moved your tail around him as he moved you, laying you down onto your stomach, as he put a pillow under it, raising the place he wanted to reach the most. Your fingers entangled with the sheets as he moved back inside you. His two hands by your side as he continued to ruin your pussy.

"So good." he said. "So fucking good. Look at me." and you obliged, looking at him with your cat-like eyes as he was nearing his end. 

"Matty, I'm close." you said as you started to feel the familiar knot in your belly.

Upon hearing that Mattheo knew he needed to set a pace he can keep so you can cum.

He focused on you and you alone, he moved and kissed your shoulder as he felt you tighten.

"Come for me, Kitten." he whispered into your ear as you came with a loud cry. Or, you would have but he put his hand onto your mouth, he felt your sharp teeth gaze along his fingers but he couldn't care.

You felt so tight, warm and wet.

And feeling you cum around him did the trick.

He came with a small shake and a moan as he emptied himself into the condom. However, his instincts did the trick. After, he made long movements as if he was filling you with his cum. Slow and deliberate movements with his softening cock. 

It felt like heaven.

You finally came to your senses a lot more but when you felt him placing kisses along your spine, you knew he wanted this as much as you did.

You seduced him, but you didn't feel guilty about it. 

It seemed that only for a moment he left you but soon he was laying by your side as he put a blanket over the two of you.

"I could get used to this." he said as you cuddled into his side. "You are so sexy."

"It comes with the heat too, I put off a scent which is attractive for men."

"Nah. It was more than that. You were sexy before. We should have done this earlier, I didn't know you could take it so rough."

"I love you." you said as you closed your eyes, ready for a nap before you need your next round.

"I love you too, Princess. I think I could get used to this. Every year, a week where you cannot keep your hands off of me."

"Two." you said with a very drowsy voice.

"Huh?"

"I have heats twice a year. So, two weeks."

Mattheo looked at the ceiling. 

He knew he will need a lot more condoms, he suspected you will wake up within an hour or so and he needed to be ready.

But he can definitely get used to this.

Twice a year.

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The Mighty Nein: Weird Coincidences.

I've been compiling these here and there when I've had time, but there was a particular reason I wanted to get this post out of the way now. And it's this.

There's been some nervousness surrounding this, and I'm of two minds about it. On the one hand, people overstate just how hard the Nein's story would be to adapt and how much it would need to be changed for another medium. Can it be one-to-one with the original? Absolutely not. (Just as TLOVM couldn't be one-to-one either.) But the main issue is editing; the content is fine on its own.

And if this is the CRew themselves thinking the same thing, that's a little troubling, because it makes it sound like they might be changing more than they need to out of that unfounded fear.

On the other hand, all they might be talking about here is hindsight. The Mighty Nein's Campaign had a lot of strange coincidences, fortuitous thematic consistencies, and one-of-a-kind moments. The CRew is poised to reap the benefits of having these in mind ahead of time. This allows for some remarkable set-up and payoff if those involved are up to the challenge. Which, in the end, could be all they might be augmenting the story to do.

So maybe it's a good time to get into those weird coincidences, huh?

(Spoilers for basically all of Campaign 2 below the cut.)

Names

Veth Brenatto, her alias Bren, and Caleb’s original name: Bren. (This may have been inspired by the German word "Brennen",  which means “to burn”. Thanks Liam.)

Fjord Stone. Cad’s families: Clay, Dust and Stone. How the Wild Mother fits the story of an orphaned sailor like a glove. And how Cad, his family history, and likely the Wild Mother herself never would’ve entered the story if Molly hadn’t died.

A Mollymawk (spelled with a w instead of a u) is a type of albatross. Albatrosses are supposed to be unlucky, but only if you kill one. Per the Rime of the Ancient Mariner, everything goes to shit after a sailor kills an albatross. Molly’s death is just as unlucky, as it paves the way for Lucien's and Cognouza’s return. (In a meta sense, it’s also unfortunate for Matt and Taliesin, as it derails whatever plans they might have had for the character.)

Nine

Whelp.

Nine. Lots and lots of nines. And while Nein doesn’t mean nine in German/Zemnian (it means no), the wordplay works.

Nine schools of magic.

Nine people killed in Obann’s attack on the Cobalt Soul in Zadash.

The three titans (Uk’otoa, Quajath, and Desirat) collectively have nine eyes and nine crystals to unlock them and set them all free.

Nine hells.

Nine betrayer gods as of Vecna’s ascension.

Nine eye tattoos on Molly, each a mark of the Somnovem, the sleeping nine.

And of course, eventually, nine members of the Mighty Nein.

(Just for fun, Tharizdun’s sacred number in its premier in Greyhawk was 333. [3+3+3=?].)

Nein and its actual meaning work thematically as well. The Nein repeatedly clashes with forces and entities that want to mold them against their will into vessels they can use for their own purposes. And the group repeatedly says “Nein!” to that.

Tarot Readings

Molly deliberately pulls specific cards for his readings. Taliesin makes that explicit. However, some folks have pointed out that you can interpret his original reading for Jester where he tells her “You’ve already found what you’re looking for,” to be true in a few different ways. (She’s already found the people who will help her find her father. She’s discovered the company she sought that she only ever had with her Mamma and the Traveler prior, etc.)

But once we get to Jester’s readings, things really pop off. (Pop-pop off?)

Fjord's Reading

In episode 110, Jester draws two cards for Fjord: one for his present and one for his future. His present card is the Eye, which has two hands holding an eye above a restless sea.

There’s no need to elaborate on how that relates to Fjord’s then-present.

His future card is the Home And Traveler. This card could work for all the Nein if you interpret it as someone who will find or reach their home after some travel. But it hits especially hard for Fjord, who finds a home with Jester, the devotee of the Traveler, on a ship that travels up and down the coast.

And then...

Lucien's Reading

The three cards Jester pulls for Lucien are his past, present, and future. Even at the time, they seem pretty fitting.

His past: History and a Dream, which Taliesin clarifies as depicting the Calamity. This fits perfectly with the Tomb Takers’ previous job for DeRogna and their coming into the Somnovem’s patronage.

His present: the Tyrant. We don’t know either Lucien or his goals too well at this point, but we do know he and his troupe kill indiscriminately and he holds an unnatural sway over the other Tomb Takers.

His future: the Death Card. You can attribute that to the upcoming fight between him and the Nein.

But in hindsight...whoo boy. In hindsight, not only do we know of Lucien’s plans to dispatch the Somnovem and become the Tyrant king of Cognouza and all its lost, broken souls, but we know of his fall. More specifically, who he falls to.

Jester, sitting across from him, pulls his last card and tells him “Facing you is Death.”

And then it’s Miss Lavorre who ends him for good.

Divine Intervention

Generally, a Divine Intervention is a Hail Mary. You roll a d100 (or an equivalent combination of dice) and only if you roll a number below your level do you trigger it. Logically, this gets easier the higher your level gets, but you can’t rely on it until level 20.

Taliesin rolls three of these for Cad in the last quarter of the Campaign. And that’s cool enough. But what’s even better is the Wild Mother’s Grave Cleric rolls successfully for Divine Intervention every time he makes a request (knowingly or not) relating to Cognouza. The city that's coming to swallow Melora's Exandria whole.

The first successful roll comes when Cad seeks info about Vokodo, the pseudo-god of the island of Rumblecusp. Vokodo, it turns out, punched a hole through the Astral Plane to escape the hunger of the lost ward of Aeor. And upon its death, it gives a vision that sets the Nein on Lucien’s trail.

The second success comes when the Nein is attempting to uncover the Tomb Takers' secret entrance to Aeor so that they can use it to set a trap. Cad’s success tells them exactly where they need to go. This allows them to get Zoran, Otis, and Tyffial out of the way early, even if it doesn’t stop Cree and Lucien from continuing towards the city.

As for the third, well...we all know what the third does. That it prevails after Critical Role’s first Resurrection Ritual failure, (due to a natural 1 no less!) is just the icing on the cake.

Caduceus even makes the point that Cognouza had functionally become a corpse that was unable to die and that he was uniquely called upon, given his family’s business, to put it down for good.

Odds and Ends

Nott distracts a Manticore from killing Fjord by killing its baby. Her own child ends up in need of a resurrection later on in the story, during their trip to the Fire Plane. Speaking of which, a painting of said Plane can be observed in Trent's house. You know, the one he would end up chasing the Nein to?

Fjord loses his chance to break the first seal to Avantika; he lands the first attack on her Revenant incarnation when the Nein catches up to her after she escapes with his orb, and he gets the final blow on her there, recovering said orb as he does.

Yasha and Caleb are the most susceptible to the Succubus/Incubus mind control. In the former's case, this could be chalked up to her low Wisdom score...but it also serves as some neat accidental foreshadowing for her time with Obann. And for Caleb, it can be a callback to his time learning under Trent.

The Circus Kids' stories sync up perfectly. Both of their bodies end up puppeteered by someone from their respective pasts. Both of them are used to try to end the world. And, probably once Matt noticed this synchronicity himself, both are revealed to have fallen under the sway of the Chained Oblivion. And their stories didn't have to go this way. Molly didn't have to die, and Matt revealed that Yasha could've theoretically made that wisdom save against Obann's control in the King's Cage. But that's not how things turned out.

Accidental foreshadowing:

Episode 19, Molly and Yasha, after acquiring an item from an Orc hermit living somewhat off the side of the road:

Molly: We made a friend. Jester: Did you kill someone for that? Molly: Yes. Yasha: He’s dead. Molly: He’s very dead. And then he rose up from the grave again and we had to kill him again. Twice. Same man.

Also, in episode 23, after meeting the Syphilis Bandits again and leaving one of them out cold:

Jester: What if we put some flowers in his hair; so when he wakes up, he looks really pretty? Beau: That’s good. Let’s do that. Molly: There’s nothing better than waking up in the morning with no pants and flowers in your hair.

In episode 48, Yussa and Caleb have a conversation:

Caleb: Sometimes I follow my friends places I shouldn’t. Yussa: That might someday get you killed. Or may one day get you what you seek.

Following a certain Tiefling up to Eiselcross got him both.

Nott also asks Caleb in this episode if he has an eye on his forehead. This is probably a callback/joke about Scanlan’s blessing from Ioun, but it foreshadows what happens to Veth much later.

Episode 49, about Ludinus Da’leth and in particular, Vess DeRogna:

Fjord: Then we kill the two elves. Jester: Easy peasy lemon squeezy. Maybe we go up into their room at night or something and just, you know... Stabby stab.

Episode 70:

Jester (to Essek): Maybe you’ll like us so much you’ll just hang out.

Dramatic Irony:

Everything the Nein say about Molly after his death and at his grave is, in hindsight, an awful twist of the knife, as his body's former life is far from finished with him.

Episode 41. The Nein learns Orly can make magic tattoos. Beau talks about getting an eye tattoo on her back to mirror Molly’s:

Jester: I mean, I don’t know, maybe it was really sacred to him and he would be really super offended by it. Beau: Oh, yeah, maybe it would, like I stole it from him? Jester: But it’s fine, I’m sure. Beau: Yeah, you know, he’s dead, so, what’s he going to do?

Almost a hundred episodes later, Beau's new tattoo gets a little addition...

Episode 65

Jester: Are you nervous? Yasha: Yeah. Yeah, I’m nervous. I just don’t know what we’re walking into, you know? Jester: Yeah. We’ve got your back though. That guy isn’t going to do anything bad to you.

Episode 91

Veth asks Essek at dinner if he’s heard of a Nonagon, or someone named Lucien. Essek says he hasn’t. This won't be the case for long.

Episode 95

Jester, talking about Cad and the Wild Mother:

Jester: Yeah. So like, when he asks her questions, you know what she does? Artagan: “Nothing?” Jester: She blows the wind. Exactly, she does shit. So and he’s like, “I sensed, you know, I understand what she’s saying.” She’s not doing anything, but he thinks she is.

This commentary is particularly delicious, considering which Cleric's Divine Interventions end up working.

And there's probably some I've missed! These are just the little bits and pieces I jotted down during a rewatch. It wouldn't surprise me if there's more.

But that's to say, just what we've got here is a monumental amount of things to build off of and play with. The Mighty Nein's animated series has the potential to be something extraordinary if the CRew can make use of all these little gifts deftly and with subtlety. There's power and potential here, and I am nervous as hell about whether or not they can tap into it successfully.

[anxious-lee]

Not That Kind of Touching || Hazbin Tickle Fic ||

A/N: ficlet for huskerdust, you know I had to do it

Warnings: brief mention of sex with no details and like 2 swears

Word count: 954

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Angel Dust had many impressive skills, but his two favorites were sex, and making out.

And as Husk would soon come to learn, he was very good at both.

The two hazbins were enjoying a peaceful night in, with no morale-building activities, and taking in the silence that they occupied within Husk's quarters. The only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of Angel kissing Husk gingerly and tenderly, with Husk's back pressed into the wall and Angel towering over him.

The spider's hands were moving everywhere, slowly and surely. Husk had to admit, the man knew how to make a lover feel precious. There was no surge of passion or urgency with their kissing. No showy moves or seductive wiles. Just two souls connecting with each other, and lazily melting into each other.

Angel's face was in Husk's neck, worshipping it. Lost in the throes of his admiration, Angel's hands moved from cupping his lover's face to holding the other's arms above their head. It gave easier access to him that way. Not that Husk minded. He knew Angel would treat him gently.

Another pair of hands popped out and were winding their way down Husk's chest and sliding down his sides.

Husk squirmed only a little, but it was just noticeable enough.

Angel, having seen this reaction many times before, raised his head with a grin.

"You ticklish?" The spider asked, now looking coyly into the cat's eyes.

Nothing Husk could say at this point would make a convincing lie. "A little" he relented quiety.

"I'd say that's more than a little, babe, seein' as how hard ya flinched."

To further prove his point, Angel flexed his fingers into Husk's sides softly.

Husk took in a steady breath. "You always have to... ruin the moment?" he choked, with a slightly embarrassed grimace present on his face, which, unfortunately for him, was directly in front of Angel's.

"Don't worry, sweetie, I'll be delicate~" Angel whispered and continued exploiting this newfound information. With his first pair of hands still keeping Husk's pinned upright, his second set of fingers wiggled up and down the length of his sides at a leisurely pace. He was, after all, not about to disrupt their tender moment. His face returned to his lover's collarbone and went back to its original task.

Husk fought a smile as his lips wanted to open and release a chuckle. The sensation wasn't so intense that he couldn't not-laugh, but intense enough to evoke a snicker now and then.

"You are tense as fuck. C'mon, relax~. I got ya~," Angel encouraged sweetly. His new objective? Get a laugh out of Husk. He moved his hands to crawl over his belly, while two more hands took over brushing his sides.

Husk was really in no position to protect himself, so he surrendered. It was rare times like these when he regretted not wearing a shirt. What started as one or two deep chuckles quickly became quiet laughter. It was all so silly. How quickly an intimate make-out session had turned into him getting tickled was laughable. The tingly touches on his skin were laughable. The fact that Angel was still necking him like nothing was happening was laughable. It was all just so funny. His laughter rose higher as he let himself go, his eyes squeezing shut from just how much mirth was behind them.

It was all worth it. That's all Angel could think. Husk's laugh was happier than he had ever heard it. And he didn't laugh often. But eventually, Angel became enveloped once again in desire for his Husky's lips. He released his hold on the cat's arms and stopped tickling in favor of holding him closer instead. His lips reconnected with Husk's greedily, and Husk found himself doing the same. He wrapped his arms around Angel's back and flipped them both over so that Angel was now against the wall.

Everything that just happened had seemed to be forgotten about, until a few moments later, when Husk suddenly pinned Angel's top two hands above his head with one paw, like Angel had done to him.

The spider instantly panicked and opened his eyes, only to meet Husk's sinister ones.

"Oh, but... you haven't had your turn yet~" Husk drawled with mock sympathy.

Already, Angel was tittering to himself, knowing what scenario he had trapped himself in.

Unlike Angel's hungry method, Husk took his time in tormenting his captive. He wiggled his remaning claws just above, but not yet touching, Angel's armpit. He'd inch it closer and closer, but then pull back at the last second and start again.

This cycle repeated until Angel cried out through giggles, "Would you just doho ihit alreadyhy!"

"Well, since you're askin' for it" Husk purred. He finally lowered his paw onto the skin and scritched at it softly.

Frantic, bubbly sounds filled the room as Angel threw his head back and squirmed under the touch.

This amused Husk, almost incredulously. "How do you make a living selling your body when it's so sensitive?" He laughed.

"Wehehehell my clihients aren't usuhually tickling mehehe, duhuhumbahahass!" Angel retorted.

"I'd watch my mouth if I were you~" Husk uncharacteristicly teased. He quickened the pace of his fingertips.

The reaction was immediate.

"OKAHAHAY OKAHAY ENOHOUGH!" Angel cackled.

Forgivingly, Husk slowed his claws to a stop and released Angel's hands.

Yet, he remained inches away from him.

"How about we call a truce and... get back to what we were doin'?" Husk offered.

"Gladly," Angel agreed. Every one of his wiry limbs wrapped themselves around his lover, and he kissed him with all the breath that he had.

They both slept quite soundly that night, tangled in each other's arms.

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Just something to make the wait for the next episodes easier 👍😉

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Can I request Orc Nanami x reader smut? Nanami is desperate to mate with the reader, and tries to avoid her through the day. Professional of course. Unfortunately, he can’t and when the reader corners him in his office at the end of the day he explains the situation. The reader helps him although they’re quite loud. And Nanami tries to be gentle.

Anon, I hope I did your idea justice! It's a little different but I hope I was able to bring it to life!

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝑻𝒐 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒀𝒐𝒖 (𝑶𝒓𝒄!𝑵𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒙𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒍!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

Warnings: semi-public, p in v, office sex.

You had one leg propped onto the table, the other carelessly hung over its edge. Your skirt was bunched up around your waist and held there by your lover's massive body.

The same orc had his head buried in the crook of your neck as he sucked lazily on the delicate skin. There would be a new bruise there the next morning. You were sure of it. All the while Nanami’s hips fucked into your pussy roughly.

“Nanami-oh—” his cock thrust up into you, cutting you off. You tried again. “Nanami, someone could see us.”

“Darling, I– need you– the whole day—” your orc rasped. The pace he had found picked up ever so slightly and you felt split open on him. A large hand sneaked under your blouse pawing at your breast.

“Oh- Nanami. You might as well take my blouse off at this rate. And your shirt while you're at it.”

It had been the fault of this very blouse and skirt – Nanami knew – that he had sunk so low. Looking was one thing. A gentle pat on your bum too would not have made his ears so pink. But the way your breasts bounced under the lavender blouse he picked for you that day had his eyes glued to your form. It definitely didn't help him to see you bend down to pick up some scattered papers. And look back up to see him staring at your ass in the tight white skirt, slack jawed. You had offered him a bright smile and gone on your way while Nanami spent the remainder of the day hunched behind his desk, lest anyone see his rock hard boner. It was painful too. Finally, unable to take it anymore, he'd called for you under the pretext of bringing him some file or the other. No sooner had you entered the room, than he had you pulled into him, grinding his hips against your soft tummy.

It did not take long for you to be lifted onto his desk amidst a scattering of “please” and “need yous”. Sloppy kisses were laid against your lips, dripping down to your jaw, then your shoulder. Nanami’s cock prodded against your thigh and you reached down to relieve it for him. It sprang out into your waiting hand making the man hiss against your skin. His teeth nipped at your collarbone causing you to cry out softly, still aware that the door was unlocked and anyone could have walked in.

“Nanami. We'll be caught!” Your whisper was met by deaf ears.

“Let me put it in? Please? Been dreaming of feeling that tight little pussy around me all day. Please baby.” Nanami lifted his head. Heavy lids opened to look up at you teasingly and his pink lips, parted ever so slightly by his large tusks. Your head nodded…

So now here you were; hoisted onto a desk, as your loving orc fucked you chasing a release he had longed for since the starting of his day.

“Look at me.” Nanami tucked a finger under your chin lifting your head. Your eyes met his.

He slipped his thumb between your glossy lips.

“Suck.”

You wrapped your lips around the digit, tongue lain flat against it and did exactly that. By now it had become almost second nature to you. Nanami could feel it flicking up and down against his skin and couldn't stop himself from remembering how you did that to his cock every time.

Nanami grunted. His cock twitched inside you, “Almost,”

You reached out a hand to grasp at his arm, looking him in the eye, as you pulled it out of your mouth with a pop.

“Cum in me then,” you softly moaned.

The little trigger of your voice was all it took. Nanami spilled inside your warmth with a loud grunt, panting heavily.

He pulled out slowly wincing. “Do you have anything that can't wait till tomorrow?”

You shook your head.

“Good. I'll meet you at the car.”

[lemoncrushh]

Running on Empty

Summary: An unfortunate incident at the gym

Warnings: None, just a PSA - Never workout on an empty stomach.

Word Count: 1185

A/N: Harry x reader AU. Originally an OC but has been edited. From my 2017 collection.

Harry was a new guy at your gym. You hadn't been going as regularly as you should have, but once he started coming a few weeks ago, you made it a point to keep up with your workouts. He was gorgeous, to say the least. Not your typical buff, gym type guy. But really attractive with a killer smile.

So far your exchange had merely been a few hellos and nods of the head. But you were determined to get his attention. You can assure yourself however, what ended up happening was not your intent.

You'd skipped lunch that day, having only a bagel for breakfast and a handful of jellybeans that you'd grabbed from your co-worker's desk when your boss had asked if you could stay to help set up the conference room for an important meeting. You could have (and should have) easily gotten a sandwich at the deli before heading to the gym, but you only had an hour, and you knew Harry would most likely already be there. It was pathetic how you'd memorized his schedule, this man that you barely knew.

He was already at the weight bench when you left the locker room. Walking past him, you could see the beads of sweat forming on his upper lip and arms, his t-shirt nearly soaked through. He groaned low as he lifted the bar, his muscles flexing. Sighing deeply, but low enough you hoped that he didn't hear you, you took your usual place at the treadmill, popping your earbuds in and setting your water bottle in its cubby. Choosing one of your workout playlists, you began warming up at a steady walking pace. As the songs progressed into faster tempos, so did your walking and soon you was at a jogging pace, your heart rate up.

Lost in your music, you didn't notice Harry had gotten up from the bench until he was beside you, wiping his face with a towel, your eyes connecting.

"Hello," he grinned. Good grief, he had a great smile.

"Hi."

You watched as he took a stance on the treadmill next to yours. He said something else then that you couldn't quite make out with your music blaring, so you pulled out an earbud.

"Sorry?"

"I said, I've seen you here before a few times."

"Oh. Yeah." You didn't know what else to say. You'd rehearsed several scenarios in your head, but at the moment you were breathing too hard to make actual conversation.

"I'm Harry," he said.

"Y/N," you replied, though you was sure it sounded more like a breathy mess.

"Good to meet you," he smiled again, making your heart race more than it already was.

Grabbing your water bottle, you took a long drink, emptying almost half of it. The next song that came on was clocked at an even faster bpm, so you sped up the speed of the treadmill. Now at a running pace, you felt the sweat drip down the back of your neck and between your breasts. Your breaths were hard but steady as you made sure you could handle it. There had been days when running was a breeze, and you'd feel exhilarated from pushing yourself to the limit. But because you hadn't been keeping up with your usual routine, and probably because you hadn't eaten, you could already feel your body resisting. You felt like your heart was beating out of your chest. You slowed the speed just slightly as you felt yourself getting light-headed.

"Hey, you okay?" you heard to your left.

You turned your head to Harry to looked concerned. Unable to speak, you nodded.

"You might wanna slow down," he gestured to the treadmill console.

You nodded again and did as he suggested. When you found a slower, jogging pace, you started to feel a little better, your breathing even once again. You held on to the bar this time, something you didn't normally do in order to regain the feeling in your legs which had seemed to go numb. You weren't sure how you'd even managed to run at all. It was as though you had phantom limbs that moved at their own will.

Finally, your playlist came full circle, a U2 song finishing out what you knew was the end of your workout. You walked for the remaining time, guzzling the last of your water.

Stepping off the treadmill, you immediately felt woozy. Blinking hard, careful not to get sweat in your eyes, you reached for your towel and wiped them. That was when two things seemed to happen both simultaneously and in slow motion. You saw Harry step off his treadmill and walk towards you, and everything went black.

"Y/N!"

You could hear a voice calling your name, and it sounded familiar but far away. You were probably dreaming.

"Y/N!" he called again.

Ouch, you thought. That light was too bright.

"C'mon, love, open your eyes."

His honey-like voice soothed you and you blinked, allowing the irritating light to shine in your eyes. That was when you saw his face, hovering over you like a guardian angel. His chest fell as he let out a sigh of relief.

"She's coming to," he relayed to someone behind him.

"Um..." you swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. "What happened?"

"You fainted, straight into my arms."

You groaned, lifting your hand to your head which you realized was throbbing.

"You know," he added with a smirk, "if you wanted my attention, you didn't have to go to such extremes."

"Oh God," you mumbled. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I just wanna make sure you're okay."

You stared at him for a moment before someone else appeared above your head and knelt down beside you.

"Miss, do you need a doctor?" the second man asked.

"No," you replied. "I think I just passed out. I'll be fine."

"Can you sit up?"

You realized then that Harry still had his arms around you. You nodded and allowed him to help you sit as you felt the blood rush to your head.

"Oh," you groaned again.

The other man handed you a bottle of what looked to be a sports drink. You took it from him and drank a large gulp, feeling it immediately run through your veins.

"You sure you don't need a doctor or an ambulance?"

You looked at him and shook your head. "No. It's fine."

The man nodded and patted your back. "Sit for as long as you need." Then he turned to Harry. "Don't let her make any sudden moves until she's ready."

"Yes, sir."

When the man walked away, Harry took your hand.

"You sure you're okay?"

"Not really, but I will be."

"Did you eat anything today?"

You let out a breath. "Very little."

"Are you diabetic?"

"No. Just overworked I suppose."

Harry shut his eyes and shook his head. "When you're ready, I'll help you stand," he offered. "Then I'm taking you to lunch."

You smiled gently. "You are?"

"Well...it wasn't how I was planning to ask you out. But it'll do."

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[hypnzo]

Flowers wilt overtime, so...

Leo Valdez x Reader

(please excuse the spanish if there are mistranslations.. English is not my first language!!)

Spring has always been beautiful, it's the season of time where flowers usually bloom under the rainbow rays of the sunlight that peaks through the clouds.

Flowers felt like colors that shun through the vibrant green leaves, appearing out its stem from the rich nutrients of the soil underneath.

Adoring flowers from afar was one thing, you'd often see its bloom in the demeter cabin's garden. They were beautiful, healthy, and obviously well-taken care of, which made it a little hard to resist from plucking out a piece of flower from their garden.

However, receiving flowers was also one thing, and that slowly turned to a routine at least once a week ever since you've got Leo Valdez on your side of the line.

“Hey Sunshine,” Leo grinned, tucking his hand behind his back, trying not to look suspicious. Though he did already look suspicious enough just immediately from the tone of his voice, but you decided to play along just to see that smile of his, “how's your day been!”

Before you could respond, he popped the flower in front of you, “Ta-da! How do you like that?” he says, adding a flare of wink which complemented that sweet grin on his face, “specifically from your Leo Valdez.”

“Wow Leo, I.. never would've expected that,” an amused smile twitched from the corner of your lips as you looked at him with a raised brow before holding the small bouquet of flowers he got you.

“Uh-huh,” Leo quips out before grinning, “anyway, do you like it? Looking beautiful, huh?” he tucks a hair strand behind your ear, causing you to form a small smile on your lips.

“Yeah, they are beautiful. Thank you, Leo,” you say as you look him in the eyes. His eyes softened before forming a small laugh on his lips.

“Gee, you're not getting soft on me, are you?” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows with that stupid, sweet grin of his.

Rolling your eyes lightheartedly, you muttered out a small, "Of course not,” but you couldn't resist the smile that appeared on your lips after seeing that signature smile of his.

Of course, flowers don't last forever. Unfortunately they wilt every time. As much as you try to keep your flowers alive, they just can't seem to appear lively which makes you question how the demeter kids do it...

Though, that really isn't much of a question considering their powers and heritage.. You've tried to ask them to help you out, but unfortunately you've been confused over and over and the results were always the same.

It didn't help when the Demeter kids apologized since they cannot keep a flower from wilting. I guess that's just how nature goes... “Bummer,” you muttered out in a whisper.

As you watched your flowers tilt slowly over time, you heard a knock outside your cabin. “Who is it?” you answered while walking towards the door.

“Guess who, cariño,” (sweetheart) a familiar voice echoed through your ears and surprised you after you opened the door. Of course it was your boyfriend, Leo Valdez, with his usual smile.

You couldn't help but smile after you realized it was him. “Leo, what are you doing here?” you asked curiously, raising a brow from his sudden presence.

“Rude,” Leo stated with a mock pout. “Did you not want to see me, sweetness?” he asked, trying to look wounded by your words. It was clear that he wasn't, not when he's trying his best to suppress that grin of his.

“Of course I wanted to see you,” you said with a smile, brushing off his dramatic antics. “Just– what are you doing here? Do you.. need something?”

Leo rummaged something from his newly built-in pocket, taking something out of it really carefully as if it's too fragile and too much pressure would crumble it apart.

Giving you a grin, he showed you something he artistically crafted just for you.

It was pieces of metals stuck together which formed it into a flower. You were struck by the sight, not exactly expecting this, but this piece, you couldn't help but smile knowing it was definitely something Leo would make.

It gave you a rush of giddiness around your body knowing he spent his time to evenly craft something just so he'd see that smile on your face.

“Your reaction's worth it, mi amor,” (my love) Leo winked, which made your earlier surprise melt away and replaced with a smile on your lips, a tint of glint glossing your eyes.

“Leo.. you,” you giggled out, “you didn't have to, y'know?” you say as you took the metal flowers in your hand, it was a perfectly crafted rose—three roses, to be exact.

“It's not that I was required to,” he says shyly, scratching the back of his neck before looking back at you, “I wanted to do it. For you, y'know?”

“And plus, those flowers I give you every week? They wilt all the time,” he poked your side with a teasing smile before he spoke again, “don't even get me started with how sad you look whenever you have to witness those little things wilt.”

He paused.

“So why not craft you something that won't wilt?” he says, exaggerating the 'wont' which cracked up a smile on your face.

“I love you,” you muttered out before pulling him into a kiss. Leo was surprised but melted instantly, priding himself internally for his creation—one that put a smile on your face.

Pulling away, he couldn't help but smile while your foreheads were pressed to one another. Before you both could pull away fully, he pressed a quick peck on your lips. ”Yo también te amo, querida.” (I love you too, darling.)

Bonus

It had already become a practice for Leo—he would often get you flowers at least once a week and soon enough this became a routine for you ever since you got together.

Leo, of course, willingly always brought you flowers. It wasn't like a routine for him where he just had to. He wanted to do it—which he'd often reason it was just because "he loves you,”which was true!

However, sometimes, he just wants to see that smile of yours and admire the way it never fails to appear on your face whenever you receive a flower from him.

Oftentimes, he'd pluck out at least one petal from the flowers and take it with him. Whenever he's not able to come by through the cabin and see the flowers, that petal helps him to determine if the flowers have already wilted or not.

So, just like clockwork, once sees that the petal have wilted, he'll immediately run over to the demeter cabin, politely and awkwardly asking for another set of flowers.

This became normal to the demeter kids as they have gotten used to him suddenly appearing outside their cabin, asking for flowers.

(They should honestly start charging him, they're most probably considering it..)

Leo saw that the petal was almost wilting. Usually, he'd run over to the demeter cabin by now, but.. he brainstormed for a while and thought: Why not make something else?

His mind was set on flowers, but he was wondering how the hell he was gonna make flowers as a Hephaestus kid. Personally for him, he doesn't see himself being interested in planting flowers, that feels so out of character for him!

He did have some left over metals from his earlier works. He took one good look at them and realized an idea: Metal flowers!

Leo immediately got to work, though he's not gonna deny it, it definitely took a lot of tries. He wanted it perfect exactly for you as his lover, so he spent hours on making it and trying to perfect it each time.

“And.. done!” he beamed out a smile as he held the metal flower in his hand, “Man, Leo Valdez, aren't you a genius?” he says with a sigh of relief.

It took a lot of hours, but at last, it was finally done. Was he proud of it? Yeah. Was he nervous to show you? Yeah..

But when you gave him that smile, he swooned over it so fast and all the nerves that were making him sweat on his palms suddenly melted away.

[drvirgus]

The shooting Range

Idol! Minji X Athlete! Reader

Wc: 2k

One Shot

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Focused, I stared at the target, my hand outstretched and holding the gun in the correct position. I closed one of my eyes, especially since I needed to train both. I took a deep breath and moved my finger to the trigger. As I exhaled, I fired. This was my 150th shot today.

I pressed the button in front of me, bringing the target towards me, and immediately focused on it. I used 5 shots per target. My eyes narrowed as I counted the points I obtained on this target. Unsatisfied with the result, I sighed and secured the gun, placing it back in its place.

"Y/n," I heard someone say, recognizing my coach. My hand, still holding the target, lowered as my back straightened. My eyes now on my coach, who smiled at me. I smiled back at the taller man. "Yes?" I asked, as he didn't start speaking.

"You need to stop your training," the older man said, furrowing my brow. My head tilted to the side as I saw another girl behind him. She was taller and seemed to be a bit more muscular. Her face also seemed quite familiar. Especially when she politely smiled at me.

My eyes refocused on my coach. "Why?" I asked with a furrowed brow and visibly tense shoulders. "I've only done 150 shots," I added, pointing to the targets next to the gun. My coach glanced briefly at the targets and then at me, sighing softly.

He gestured to the woman behind him. "This is Minji, and she and her team will be filming here shortly," my coach said, causing my eyes to glance at Minji again. "So what? Let them," I replied with a disapproving shrug of my shoulders. Minji seemed to smirk at that.

"You need concentration during your training, and I need to explain and show everything to Minji here. That would only distract you. Plus, you shouldn't be caught on camera during your training," my coach explained, which annoyed me even more. My eyes fell on Minji once again before I sighed.

„How long will it take?" I asked, slightly more annoyed as I placed the used target on the stack. Minii's eyes followed me, but I simply looked at my coach, who then turned to Minii. "Well, I'm not quite sure. Maybe 1-2 hours?" she asked. "We've already shot some footage," she added shortly after, glancing at the clock on the wall.

"What exactly is a K-Pop idol doing at a shooting range?" I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest. Minji chuckled at that as she looked down at me. Her eyes gleamed with a certain curiosity. "I've always wanted to try it," she replied with a smirk, which took all my strength not to roll my eyes.

"So, you're disrupting my training for that?" I asked, but my coach immediately interrupted me. His hand on the back of my head as he gently tapped it. Outraged, I looked at him with my mouth open as I rubbed the back of my head. Minji laughed at that. "If only it were Hanni," I muttered quietly, causing Minji to stop laughing.

"Oh? A fan?" she asked, pointing her finger at me. I shook my head and shrugged. "Not really. But it's hard not to know about you when almost all of Korea promotes you," I replied, which made Minji laugh even louder. She nodded. "But why Hanni, then?" she asked, making me blush a little.

Minji's eyebrows shot up, and she nodded understandingly. She bit her lip for a moment but then turned her head as one of her managers said something to her. Unfortunately, I couldn't really hear it as a sudden tinnitus started in my ears. I sighed. "Alright. I'll go grab something to eat. I'll be back in 2 hours," I said as I took the stack in my hand and placed the gun back in its place. "But you start over," my coach said sternly, causing me to roll my eyes.

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With the pistol in my hand, I stared at the target. My eyes narrowed as I tried to concentrate. "And then, out of nowhere, Haerin grabbed my hand. It startled me so much that I stumbled backward into Danielle, pushing her into Hyein. In the end, we almost landed on Hanni. She saw her life flash before her eyes. She didn't even scream and would've just died silently,"

I sighed, lowering the pistol. With narrowed eyes, I looked at Minji, who was sitting relaxed beside me, occasionally reaching into the small bag of chips and popping one into her mouth. "Do I look like I want to chat?" I asked, causing Minji to visibly hesitate.

"Am I bothering you?" she asked, sounding a bit sadder as she looked at me from her seated position. Her doe eyes softened, making me swallow. It looked pretty cute...

"No, not at all," I tried to say with a sarcastic tone, but Minji interrupted me with a broad grin on her face. "Okay, good. Anyway," she continued, which made me sigh again.

Anyway... that was also good training. It was never completely quiet at competitions...

I lifted the pistol once again and tried to focus on the target while Minii continued to chew my ear off. It was weird. Minji came to the shooting range every Monday at exactly the same time. She would shoot for a few minutes next to me, and I had to admit she was really good, but for the rest of the hours, she just sat there and talked to me. All I wanted was to train in peace.

"Hanni said you're cute."

Startled, with widened eyes, I turned my head at lightning speed to Minji, completely missing my target as I accidentally fired. With nervous hands, I placed the pistol on the desk in front of me and looked at the taller woman with obvious interest. She seemed to notice, starting to giggle.

"Oh? Do you still have a crush on Hanni?" she asked, popping another chip into her mouth. Then she held out the bag to me. "Want some?" she asked, but I shook my head. "I don't have a crush on her. It's more... I find her cute. Like a little sister," I replied, which made Minji hum loudly. Her eyes roamed over my entire face. "But she's the same age as me. Does that mean you see me as a sister too?" Minji asked, standing up from her seat, immediately towering over me.

My eyes narrowed instantly. "Why are you standing up? Are you trying to prove something?" I asked, rolling my eyes. Minji laughed. "Let's go get some food. I'm hungry," the younger one replied with just a smile. My eyes fell on the bag of chips and then to Minji.

„I Can't. I have to train," I sighed, but Minii just smiled even wider. "You don't have to. That was your thousandth shot. You're done," she said, surprising me. "Since when do you stalk me? Don't you have better things to do as an idol?" I asked, sighing, which only made Minji laugh. The taller one looked at me with a smile as she took my hand. She shook her head slightly, causing her long black hair to sway from left to right.

"What's better than a date with you?" she asked, making me stutter. My mouth slightly opened. "Date?" I asked, which made Minji laugh even louder. "Of course. A friends date," she replied with a grin, making me blush slightly. My head lowered slightly. Of course, she didn't mean a real date...

I'm an idiot...

"No thanks. I have to do 500 more today," I replied, causing Minii to sigh in disappointment. Her eyes roamed over my entire face as I got back into position and lifted the pistol.

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My eyes focused on the people who were talking loudly and laughing. My mouth shifted to the side as I bit the inside of my cheek. I could hear Minji laughing loudly and then she glanced at me. Her smile disappeared from her face, and I immediately stared back at the target. Minji was doing it on purpose. She knew I always trained at this time of day...

"Um. Excuse me?" I heard someone say shyly. My eyes widened as I noticed Hanni next to me. She had a pistol in her hand and held it firmly with both hands. I politely smiled. "Yes?" I asked as I briefly glanced at the pistol in her hand and then into her eyes.

"Could you explain this to me?" she asked, which surprised me even more. My eyes wandered back to Minji, who was currently teaching Danielle how to shoot. Hyein was just shooting without proper stance. With a smile on my face, I nodded. I gestured for her to use the desk next to me.

Quickly and carefully, I explained the key points to the equally tall person. I observed every movement and kept a safe distance. When she hit one of the targets, she looked at me with big, happy eyes, which made me smile contentedly. But my eyes kept wandering back to Minji, who seemed to be busy with the others.

I sighed in annoyance. "I hit it," Haerin's voice rang out as she threw herself into Minji’s arms. My forehead creased at the sight, and my mouth twisted into a disgusted look, of course without me noticing. Minji looked at me, her eyebrows raised.

I saw Minji start to giggle and slowly let go of Haerin. With a very relaxed, almost too slow pace, she came over to me. But my arms crossed over my chest, which only made Minji laugh even more.

"What?!" I asked, probably sounding a bit annoyed, but Minli didn't seem to mind at all. Her eyes wide as she looked first at Hanni, who was focusing on shooting, and then at me. "So? How's it going with your crush?" she asked with a grin, which only made me furrow my brow even more.

"Not good."

"Why not?" Minji asked, a grin on her face, her hands on her hips as she looked down at me. Her eyes were expectant as they met mine. "It's none of your business," I replied, annoyed, turning my back to her slightly. Minji laughed as she now covered her mouth with her hand. Feeling offended that she was really laughing at me, I gently hit her arm.

"My crush isn't going well either," I heard Minji say, which immediately made me roll my eyes. "Did I ask?" I retorted, which made Minji huff. "She doesn't even care about me," Minji continued, which only made me angrier.

So I started to ignore her. "Her training is always more important than looking at me. She didn't even want to go eat with me," Minji said, emphasizing each word. My expression twisted. Unaware that the taller one was talking about me, Minji continued, "Even though I visit her every Monday and spend a few hours with her."

Slowly furrowing my brow, I looked up at the younger person. She smiled gently at me, nodding slightly with her head. "Yes, Y/n. I'm talking about you," the younger one said, shocking me visibly. My mouth opened as my arms uncrossed from my chest.

I looked at the taller woman for a while.

"You... you said it was a friends' date."

"That was a lie. I didn't know you liked me."

"Neither did I."

"What?"

My head lowered as I felt my cheeks blush. Embarrassed, I laughed, "I... I didn't know I liked you either," I replied, which made Minji laugh a bit. Her cheeks were also visibly flushed. I took a deep breath.

"Do you-"

„Do you-"

Surprised that we spoke simultaneously, we both paused. Laughing, I looked at the younger one. "Do you want to go get something to eat? As... a date?" I asked, which immediately made Minji nod. Her smile turning to a big gummy smile.

"Definitely."

[jessejaredstories]

Twisted Wish

Matthew was an average, everyday kind of guy from the suburbs. He was the 22 year old only child of happily married parents with middle class standing. He was also in his last year of college with a major in history. The only thing that helped set him apart was the fact that he was gay, but even his sexuality didn't really matter much in a big city full of twinks like him. All things considered, Matthew was a pretty ordinary guy with nothing particularly remarkable about him.

However, just because Matthew lived a normal life doesn't mean he didn't have his own set of problems. For example, he was 22 going on 23 and he was still a virgin who has never even had a real boyfriend. Sure, he had gone on plenty of first dates, but none of them ever went anywhere beyond the first date. It was the lack of romantic and sexual experience that made up Matthew's biggest insecurities. There were nights where he would stay up wondering if he would ever find Mr. Right. But what really made Matthew insecure was his roommate Dave. 

Dave was a player. He was a lady's man through and through. In the short year Matthew's known him, Dave had already gone through 3 girlfriends and was currently working on his fourth. But that was just the girls he's dated, Dave's had plenty of side chicks too. Everytime a new one popped up, Matthew already knew he was gonna get sexiled and made himself scarce without Dave asking him to. Despite how often it happened, Matthew honestly didn't mind Dave's horny habits. Though he would be lying if he said he wasn't jealous of Dave. If some frat bro like Dave could get laid anytime he wanted, why couldn't he? 

One Saturday night, while Matthew was by himself in the apartment, he spent the evening on his phone. He was endlessly scrolling through several social media sites while streaming some random movie for background noise. Matthew spent several hours online before finally getting tired of his phone. He began closing all the tabs, but during his clicking frenzy, he accidentally hit a pop-up ad. The pop-up took him to another website called "Reality Wizard." The ugly, gaudy colors of the website caught Matthew's interest just before he could exit out. Matthew took a moment to read the website’s welcome message. It read:

“Make a wish and the Reality Wizard will make it come true.”

From what Matthew could gather, the “Reality Wizard” seemed to be some online genie game. It seemed pretty straightforward albeit cheaply made. The little genie avatar had its arms open as if it was beckoning Matthew to make a wish. Something about its digital eyes made Matthew uncomfortable. He felt as if it was somehow looking directly at him despite it just being a static image on his phone. It was surreal to say the least. 

But instead of simply exiting out of the website, Matthew decided to play along with it. He didn’t have anything better to do after all, so why not play along and make a wish to a fake genie? Matthew laid back on his bed as he thought about what to wish for. Then after a minute of thinking, he typed in his wish.

“I wish I could get laid just as much as my straight roommate does.”

Matthew chuckled as he finished typing up his wish. While there was some actual sentiment behind it (he was a desperate virgin after all), Matthew found more humor in making the genie respond to something dirty and see what happens. He hit submit and waited. The screen reloaded after a second, but all that changed was the genie’s eyes were now closed. Matthew waited a while longer but nothing else happened. 

Once he was bored again, Matthew finally closed out of “Reality Wizard.” The night was still young when Matthew found himself alone with nothing else to do. That was when he decided to do what any other guy would do: jerk off! 

Matthew pulled down his sweats and let his soft dick flop out while he pulled up an incognito tab on his phone. He then went straight to PHub to find a good video to rub one out to. But unfortunately for Matthew, there was nothing worth clicking on on the home page. He then spent the next 10 or so minutes searching for a good video. By the time he found one, he had ended up in the MMF video category. Matthew didn’t mind a woman in his videos, he could just focus on the men after all. He hit play, skipped to the good part, and started jerking off.

Between Matthew and the trio in the video, moans and groans quickly began to fill the empty apartment as Matthew pumped away at his cock. Despite being a total bottom, Matthew still had an above average length clocking in at about 6 inches. Even though his dick never saw any fucking action, it still made jerking off fun as he used both hands to stroke himself. 

“Aww fuck yeah…” The trio had switched into a sandwich position with one of the men getting fucked while fucking the woman at the same time. Matthew was loving the man on man action. “Fuck that man ass! Make him your bitch!!”

While Matthew was jerking off, the wish he had just made to the “Reality Wizard” began to come true! But not in the way Matthew expected…

The genie’s magic began to take effect. Matthew was always a skinny twink, but the wish he made caused his body to change. His body was quickly gaining weight until Matthew had some heft to his figure. His arms and thighs filled in with the extra mass, as did his chest until he had big enough pecs to grab and squeeze. The same happened to his ass! Although he already had a nice, perky ass before the changes, Matthew now possessed the bubble butt of a gym rat. Even his cock and balls grew until he had an obscenely long and girthy member. His new dick was now 7.5 inches and hung low like a bull with how heavy his cum filled balls had become.

After the extra mass came the body hair. Matthew’s once perfectly smooth body began sprouting hair everywhere! His hair grew out until he had shoulder length curls like Tarzan. His face tingled as a full beard and mustache quickly grew in. His chest and midsection got covered with a fine layer of brown hair. Even his pit and pubic hair grew and grew until he had an unruly forest of hair in each area. By the time the transformation was finally over, Matthew had become an unrecognizable version of himself as he was now a testosterone-filled, hairy beast of a young man. 

But even though Matthew just went through a magical transformation, his mind was still focused entirely on jerking off to the video. The two men and one woman were still going hard at it in a line. The camera angles kept alternating between focusing on the two men and focusing on the woman getting fucked. Matt’s favorite was seeing the man’s cheeks getting clapped from behind. 

“Oh fuuuck I’m close..” 

Matt threw his head back against his pillow. He could feel the pressure building up in his throbbing cock as he was getting ready to shoot his load out. He picked up his stroking speed. He was getting sweaty and red in the face as he was getting closer and closer to finishing. 

Matt lifted his head again when he heard the woman begging for more. He kept his eyes focused on the video. The video had a wide shot which showed all three of them. Matt started with the two men, but as he kept stroking, he found his eyes unconsciously gravitating towards the woman. Matt wasn’t sure why he did that. He shifted his attention back to men, but found himself focusing back on the woman again within seconds. Suddenly, the woman was all Matt could focus on. Even if he tried to look away he just couldn’t! Even if he tried to imagine a hot man with a hung cock all Matt could picture was a woman with massive tits! Matt was panting at the sight of the woman’s tiddies bouncing up and down as she took a pounding. Her beautiful body was wet with sex sweat. Seeing her throw her head back as she let out a loud moan made Matthew tremble and twitch with anticipation. He couldn’t take it anymore, he had to burst!

Matt let out a guttural groan as ropes of warm cum shot out of his engorged cock. His hairy chest became drenched with his spunk. Even by the time he finished shooting load after load, his dick was still twitched and throbbing with how much cum he shot out. Matt sighed with relief as he threw his arms back to cool down after such an intense jerk off session. His body hair was dripping with how drenched it was with sweat and cum. On top of that, the room now reeked of a man’s sweaty musk, but Matt didn’t care. He was satisfied and content. 

Once Matt finally caught his breath, it was time for him to clean up the sticky mess he just made. His initial instinct was to gather up all his cum with his fingers and then swallow it all, but Matt stopped when he realized how fucking gay that was. He had absolutely no interest in ever tasting cum. After all, why would a straight guy like Matt want to swallow cum? 

Matt went to the bathroom and cleaned the jizz off his body. He then went ahead and changed his bed sheets too due to dripping all over them. Once that was done, Matt stood in his bedroom. He then lifted his arm up, letting the wild bush of pit hair hang free as he took a deep sniff of himself. Matt could smell some musk, but decided it wasn’t anything some cologne couldn’t cover up. 

“Yo! Anyone home?” 

Matt’s ears perked up when he heard his roommate Dave call out. He then walked out and greeted his best bud by dabbing him up. Matt and Dave were brothers from different mothers and were known for their unbeatable bromance.

“Dave, my man! What are you doing home so early!? It’s barely midnight!”

“I know, bro, but check it, Darcy just invited me to go check out this new club downtown with her. It’s hella exclusive, you gotta come with us, Matt! I need my shotgun brother there if I’m gonna club all night!! Plus, Darcy’s got a friend. Brianna, I think you’ll like her…”

“She cute?” Matt asked with an eyebrow raised. Dave nodded. “Cup size?”

“Double D’s, AND she never wears a bra when she goes out! Trust me bro, you gotta meet her, I know for a fact y’all are perfect together!!”

Matt was convinced the moment he heard “D.” He was always a boobs over ass kinda guy after all. Matt quickly got dressed, then went out to have the best night of his life at the club with his bro Dave, ending with them tag teaming Darcy and Brianna in bed. All while Matt was completely oblivious to the fact that the Reality Wizard had granted his wish. Matt definitely got laid just like his straight roommate Dave, just like he wished, although he probably didn’t expect the online genie to twist his carelessly worded wish. Not that Matt really cared about his former self, after all, he had a girlfriend with two very big reasons why he should enjoy the new reality he wished for himself.

[hjparisian]

birthdays through the ages- harry j potter x reader

p: harry j potter x gn!reader w: none just fluff summary: (y/n) helps harry celebrate his birthday throughout the years a/n: disappeared for a hot min and tumblr changes its layout?? anyways dont mind that this is late and long. decided to try second pov again for this story to see how i feel but idk. what do you guys prefer? (y/f/c)= your favorite color

You've been friends with Harry ever since your guys first year at Hogwarts. One day in first year, you, Ron and Harry were talking about birthdays since Ron's twelfth birthday was coming up. Harry had mentioned that he never really received anything, counting that the Dursley's hated his guts.

From that moment on, you decided to make Harry's birthdays the best.

second year

This would be your first year getting something for Harry. You weren't sure what exactly to get him, considering you didn't have much saved from your allowance, also because he was trapped with the Dursley's.

You had decided to make you and Harry matching friendship bracelets with some beads left from an early interest of crafting. You made both bracelets using red and (y/f/c) beads. It was simple, not wanting anything too flashy for Harry incase he actually wears it.

You had also made a card for him and added some candy from a previous trip to Honeydukes. You packed everything off in one bag before sending your owl to deliver the gift.

When you finally met up with Harry at King's Cross Station, your eyes light up as you see the bracelet on the green eyed boy's arm. Harry came up and gave you a hug.

"Thank you, (Y/N)."

third year

This year, you had actually saved up and set aside money to be able to afford a present for Harry. During a trip to Diagon Alley with your parents, you had wandered into a little shop that carried jewelry and charms. As you were ready to give up, something caught your eye.

It was a golden snitch charm.

It was a little on the pricy side for the charm, but you'd still have a bit of money left over. So you bought it. The store owners had given you the option to put an engraving on it, so you did, opting to put Harry's initials on it.

Once you returned home, you decided to bake treacle tarts for him, with the help from your mother. While the treacle tarts were baking, you had gone to your room to make Harry's birthday card, signing it with a heart by your name.

The next morning you had sent your owl to deliver the gifts. When the owl had returned later in the evening, it had a letter in its beak from Harry. It was him thanking you for the presents and making his birthday better, and that he loved the charm and had attached it to his school bag right away.

fourth year

The summer of Harry's fourteenth birthday was a bit wild in your opinion. You would be spending a couple weeks in America with your parents. Unfortunately, this was during Harry's birthday so you couldn't send his presents on his actual birthday.

Fortunately for you though, Ron had invited you to join him and his family to watch the Quidditch World cup. He mentioned that Hermione and Harry would be there as well. You had decided to give Harry his present in person. Your owl is probably thanking you for this genius decision.

While on your trip, you had stopped by a clothing store and spotted a red jumper. You had remembered that Harry didn't really have a lot of clothes of his own, most, if not all, were hand me downs from his cousin Dudley. You had decided to buy it along with a shirt for him.

The night before you had to go to the Weasley's, you were getting Harry's gifts together. But it felt like there was something missing. It need more of a personal touch.

You search your room for something until you came upon a little heart charm with your initial on it. Should you make another bracelet you wonder? A different idea pops into your head though. You grab the red jumper and find thread a similar color to it. Turning the jumper inside out, you take the left sleeve and place the tiny charm under the cuff and sew it in.

You wrapped the gift and set it aside your luggage so you would remember to take it with you. As you finally head to bed, you felt a little giddy about giving Harry his present, hoping he'll love it.

Thankfully, he did.

Harry was in his shared room with Ron, who was asleep. He was looking at gift you gave him and decided to try the jumper on. He felt something in the left sleeve and rolled it up to find the small heart shaped charm with your initial on it.

The boy couldn't help but smile.

fifth year

This was the first year you'd actually be with Harry for his birthday, though this was due to unfortunate circumstances from Harry's side as well as the Order coming back together.

You were brought to 12 Grimmauld Place around the same time as Ron, due to your parents being invited to the Order. Though because of this, you didn't have an opportunity to find a present for Harry, which resorted you to your baking skills you started developing in third year.

After asking Sirius for permission to use the kitchen, you get started on working on Harry's favorite, treacle tart. Things were going pretty well, but then the boy you were making the treat for had entered the kitchen, which you should've been expecting.

"(Y/N)?"

"Oh, hey Harry," you said to him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Just baking, what are you doing here?"

"Oh uh, I was looking for you actually," Harry said. "I was just wondering where you were."

You smiled a bit, enjoying the fact that Harry was looking for you.

Harry cleared his throat before speaking. "So, what are you baking?"

Now, should you be honest with him and tell him that you were making something for him? Or lie and push him out?

"Well, I'm making treacle tarts, for you."

"For me?"

"Yes, for you. I was gonna surprise you with them after dinner," you told him.

"Oh," he said. "Guess I ruined the surprise, I'm sorry."

"I suppose you did, but I don't think it matters anyways. You'd still eat them won't you?"

"Of course I will," Harry said. "They're delicious. I still remember when you made them for me for my thirteenth birthday."

You were a little surprised that he remembered that.

"My mom helped me with them," you said. "I've gotten better though. Been able to do it myself." Harry just nods.

"So," You began. "Wanna learn how I make them?"

Harry smiles and gives a nod as you start getting another batch ready so the rest of the occupants of 12 Grimmauld Place could enjoy some. The outcome was a bit messy, but it was enjoyable nonetheless.

Harry likes to think this was one of his better birthdays thanks to you.

sixth year

For Harry's sixteenth birthday, you managed to convince your parents to let you go to the Dursley's house to attempt to take Harry out for his birthday. You side apparated with them to the house and was being given a lecture on being careful and sticking by Harry before they left.

It was a bit awkward when Harry's uncle Vernon had opened the door. You can feel his piercing eyes judging you once you asked for Harry. Lucky for you Harry had appeared right behind Vernon once you asked. It didn't take much convincing to take Harry out, Vernon seeming delighted to be rid of the boy for most of the day.

You and Harry arrived at a cafe for lunch, since both of you hadn't eaten yet. The both of you had ordered your desired meal and chatted about the summer, Harry telling you all about the terribleness of the Dursley's. When it came time to pay, Harry was about to take his wallet until you took the check and handed the money to the waiter.

"You didn't have to pay for me you know?" Harry told you as you exited the cafe.

"Of course I have to!" You said. "It is your birthday after all. So, what do you want to do now?"

The two of you spent the day doing whatever Harry wanted, which felt odd to him considering the Dursley's would always ignore him but he felt some sense of happiness. There was a small arcade in town that you and Harry went to. Harry won most of games but sometimes he'd let you win.

Your guys next stop was to the movies to watch one of the new movies Harry was interested in seeing, but of course, the Dursleys would never take him, especially since their little Duddy-kins hated it. You guys decided to just share a popcorn together. Everytime your guys hand touch, you'd feel your cheeks heat up but you were enjoying the little touches. Little did you know, Harry was feeling the same way.

Your guys final two destinations were the dinner and the park, deciding to kill two birds with one stone by bringing take out to the park and watching the sunset.

"Thank you for everything (Y/N)," Harry said to you.

"Of course Harry. It's your birthday and I wanted you to be able to have the most of it."

"I appreciate it, I really do."

You smiled at him. "I'd do anything for you, Harry."

seventh year

This would be the year Harry would be of age in the Wizarding World. Mrs. Weasley had been planning a party for Harry, considering everyone would be residing in the house for Bill and Fleur's wedding the following day.

Earlier in the summer you had gone to a jewelry store in Diagon Alley. You remember Harry saying he had been wanting some more rings, as he's been wearing a ring Sirius gave him prior to his death.

As you were browsing, one of the clerks had approached you and showed you a special ring, with a twin. It was one that would warm up based on how fast the heart beat of the other ring holder is. You were sold on it, planning to keep the second ring to yourself.

After breakfast the morning of Harry's birthday, you asked him to meet in the room he was staying in privately. Hermione, knowing what was going on, helped by keeping Ron away from the room.

"So what did you brought me up here for?" Harry asked as he closed the door behind you.

You pulled out the small box with the ring from your pocket, handing it to Harry.

"I wanted to give you your present privately. Happy birthday Harry."

Harry took the present from your hands and began to open it. He pulled the ring from the box and examined it. It was a silver band with a small heart engraving on the inside of it. Harry put it on his left middle finger and started to feel a slight warmth from it.

"It's a magical ring. It gets warm based on how fast the other person who has the second ring is." You told him, bringing your hand out showing a similar ring to him. "I have the other one."

"I love it. I really do." Harry told you.

You felt your cheeks heat up. "I'm glad you do."

Whether it be some spurt of confidence or you not thinking, you decided to do something a bit bold and kiss Harry's cheek.

"Let's head back down. Don't want them to wonder why we were taking long," You told him as you grab his hand to pull him out the door.

As you guys head downstairs, the both of you could feel the rings warm up again.

post war

Harry's birthday came too soon to him. Having successfully defeating Voldemort what felt like not too long ago, he had no interest celebrating. Why celebrate when so many of his loved ones died because of him?

You had no intention of pushing Harry to do anything for his birthday, but you still wanted to remind him that it is a special day. You woke up before Harry to prepare him breakfast. As you were finishing up, you heard some foot steps entering the kitchen.

"Love?" a voice said.

"Morning Harry."

"What are you doing up so early? Usually I'd be the one that wakes up first," he says as he comes over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I was preparing breakfast," you told him as you plate the eggs you made.

"You woke up early for that? I'm always fine with waiting for you to wake up to start making breakfast."

You chuckled a bit. "I did this because it's your birthday Harry. Just wanted to surprise you." A small oh leaves Harry's mouth.

You brought the plates to the table and started pushing Harry to sit down and start eating. Once you finished your plate, you stood up and placed your dishes in the sink.

"Give me a second, I'll be back," you told Harry.

When you entered the room, you went straight to look under the bed, grabbing the box that contained Harry's present. How he didn't find it? Only Merlin knows how. Grabbing it, you went back to table the table and handed it to Harry.

"Happy birthday Harry. Open it."

The boy unwrapped the present, revealing a book with a plain black book. He grabbed it and opened to the first page which had a photo of you and him together back in first year and another with eleven year old Harry and Ron. As Harry turned the pages, he saw that all of them contained memories from their years at Hogwarts. From him catching his first snitch, to the Yule Ball, to one of the Quidditch parties in sixth year. As he got toward the end, he realized there were still empty pages left.

"I know Hogwarts might be the last thing you wanna think about right now. But I thought this would remind you all the good stuff that happened," you said to him. "I left some pages empty so we could continue it together."

"(Y/N), this is wonderful. And you did this yourself? Where did you even get these photos?"

"That's a secret I'll never tell," you winked at him.

Harry stood up to give you a hug, your arms wrapping around his well toned body. Being in his arms felt like home.

"I love you so much," Harry told you.

"I love you too." You said to him. "Now, my dear Harry. What do you think we should do today?"

"In all honesty," he began saying. "I just wanna spend the day with you and cuddle. Maybe make treacle tarts."

"As you wish love," you said, as you play with the two rings on Harry's hand. One was the ring you gave him on his seventeenth birthday, and the other was his engagement ring.

[gothicknightz]

3am | ethan landry

notes: aaah!!! i can't believe you guys enjoyed my little ethan post. ironically, i wrote that in the early morning hours with little inspiration. so here's another one. some blood + injuries

part 2!

'you are so dumb for trusting him'

She rolled her eyes as the text from Mindy popped up on her phone's notification wall.

She was on the subway on her way back from a party Chad had dragged her to; it wasn't exactly her scene, but she indulged in it nevertheless, now mildly sober instead of risking it in the streets.

Was it safe to travel alone when there's a masked killer dressed up as Ghostface going around? Possibly. But the killer could be anyone, New York was a big city as it was, and not all the rideshare drivers were the nicest in the Big Apple.

Her phone rang as she leaned up against the stanchion, one hand holding the rail as she answered it, "Mindy if you're here to criticize my choice in men-"

She stopped mid-lecture as a gravelly voice chuckled, "It's not Mindy, (y/n)."

Her eyes widened as she was sober enough to recognize that voice; the one who terrorized her friends a year ago, and the one who was terrorizing them now, herself included.

Her heart slowly started to race as she frantically looked around, wondering if the ghastly killer was on the train with them, "You're the one responsible for those killings, right?"

"So you've been following the news," The was a short yet death-defying pause in between, "Good girl. You do know the rules, right?"

It seemed as the ride back to the Blackmore University station took forever suddenly, because now, she had no interest in staying on the subway any longer than she should.

"I've heard enough of them. Cut to the chase, what do you want from me?"

Her eyes continued to scan the rest of the train car for the killer, but she couldn't find him to her avail.

"What do I want from you," He paused, and as soon as the train came to the stop, she rushed out of there with everyone else. "Is to see the look on your face as I stab you in the heart."

"Oh yeah?" Her voice wavered as she made her way up the stairs, instinctively tightening her backpack and making a run to her boyfriend's dorm. "You're not as brutal as you make your artwork seem."

"Maybe I'm not the monster you think I am."

"I highly doubt it." She spat, before hanging up and making her way up the stairs to Chad and Ethan's dorm.

Unfortunately, for her, Ghostface had been following her, and jumped out of a utility closet down the hall, slightly worrying her that he could have gotten to her boyfriend.

Her scream echoed through the rhetorically quiet hall as the killer's knife sliced her forearm, causing her to stumble backward and fall.

This Ghostface wasn't the one who called, she thought, in a disarray of last-minute thoughts and panics.

Her sobs and wails choked her as the knife made its way to her side, the masked killer repeatedly stabbing her there thrice times before raising the knife to go in for the final blow.

BANG!

A gun was fired which shot Ghostface backward, which Chad had carried with him.

Ethan was right behind him, and his attention turned quickly to her, allowing Ghostface to slip off again as per usual.

"Ethan?" She weakly whispered, attempting to stop her wound from bleeding.

He muttered strings of curses and apologies such as, 'I'm never letting you take the subway home again' as he scooped her up, not caring if blood got all over him.

"He's gone."

(there's definitely gonna part 2 i don't like how this ended)

[httplilyyy]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 || 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍

pairing: leah williamson x reader

summary: the mile high club has some new members

warnings: smut, swearing, suggestive themes, fingering (r giving & receiving), oral (r giving), overstimulation | minors dni

word count: 2.9k

a/n: i had two milky ways and this was the outcome.

woso masterlist

You had been planning this holiday since Leah had torn her ACL. You thought that she could use a well earned break during this time in her career.

At first Leah was a little apprehensive but she soon turned around and couldn't wait for this time away with you. You and Leah couldn't think of anything better. A little get away, just the two of you.

Sitting in the window seat, you placed your hand on Leah’s thigh. The defender looked towards you, her hand resting on top of yours. Turning your hand around, you intertwined your fingers together.

Leah gave your hand a squeeze with a gentle smile, the blonde bringing your hand up to her lips and giving it a soft kiss.

You let a small chuckle escape your lips, shaking your head at her antics. The plane around you shook as it began to take off, your hand tightening its hold on Leah’s.

It wasn’t out of fear, more so out of excitement, not being able to keep it contained. You were practically beaming from ear to ear and so was Leah.

Once the plane was in the air, you pulled a book from your bag and began to read. The blonde next to you huffed as she watched your eyes scan the page.

“Really?” Leah asked, her voice a little louder than the appropriate tone for an aeroplane.

“What?” You wondered, looking up from your book and into her eyes.

“I thought we were going to talk the whole time or something.” Leah said, making hand gestures as she spoke.

“We get to spend the next week together talking or something.” You replied, a teasing tone underlying your voice.

“But what about now?” Leah complained, sounding like a toddler.

“Fine, let me read to the end of the chapter, then I'm all yours.” You said, shaking your head with a huff but Leah didn’t care, happy with the fact you would pay attention to her.

Unfortunately for Leah, she seemed to underestimate how long the chapter actually was. She tried to occupy herself for the time being but it was no use, not finding anything to keep her mind distracted.

She looked at you once more before an idea popped into her head. She moved the armrest, separating your seats and placed her hand on your thigh.

At first you thought nothing of it, until she started to move it higher and higher.

“Leah.” You said warningly, looking up from your book for a split second.

“What?” Leah questioned, feigning innocence before leaning closer to your ear. “Just read your book, darling.”

Her fingers danced against your inner thighs, Leah watching how your chest rose and fell at an increased rate with each movement she made.

With the hand that was on your thigh she pulled your legs apart, stopping once she noticed you weren’t interested in your book.

“Keep reading or I'll stop.” Leah whispered in your ear, pulling the book back up.

You keep one hand on the book whilst the other goes to the seat, gripping it with all your might. You gasp as she places heavy kisses on your neck and after a few seconds your gasps intensify turning into breathy moans.

Your eyes clench shut as she moves her hand into your pants. Too busy kissing your neck she doesn't notice you have long forgotten the book.

You move your neck to the side, allowing Leah more access and choke back a moan as she pressed her fingers against your clit.

As she slips her hand lower, you spread your legs a little wider. She continues her ministrations on your clit causing you to release a filthy groan, accompanied with a whisper of her name.

“Leah, someone could see us.” You moan out, biting your lip to keep yourself quiet.

“Only if you don’t stay quiet.” Leah husked, her teeth nipping below your ear.

Even though you were loving every second of what Leah was doing, you still needed more. Bucking your hips and placing your hand on her wrist, you try to get her to move where you need her the most.

Obeying your silent request, Leah slipped two fingers inside of you. A ripple of pleasure soared through your body, making you tilt your head back into the chair. A moan threatened to escape your lips but Leah quickly covered it up with a kiss.

She curled her fingers, hitting a certain spot causing you to moan against her lips. She repeated the action again and again, making it harder for you to stay quiet.

You pushed your head further back when you felt Leah’s fingers push harder into you, her palm pressed against your clit.

“God, Leah.” You groaned, pulling her in by the neck and into a deeper kiss.

With every curl of her fingers you thrust your hips forward to meet her, desperately wanting to cum. You could soon feel your muscles contract, breathing becoming more uneven and shaky with each passing second.

“Go on baby, cum for me.” Leah said against your lips, smirking as she watched your body convulse with pleasure.

After you came down from your high, you looked at Leah with utter disbelief. She slowly took her fingers out of your pants, not breaking eye contact, and licked her fingers clean.

“Stand up.” You said as you got up yourself.

“What?” Leah asked, looking up at you from her seat.

“Up.” You repeated and this time she did as she was told.

You slid past her and took a hold of her hand, pulling her into the bathroom. You moved Leah in front of you, the force you used made her fall onto the toilet seat. Closing the door behind you, you looked at the blonde with what only could be described as want.

You placed a hand around her neck, using your thumb to tilt her head up to look at you before you crashed your lips down onto hers.

She moaned into your mouth, her hands moving to your waist but you pulled away, stopping her actions.

“You don’t get to touch me,” you said sternly, holding her hands away from your body, “not after that stunt you just pulled.”

“But-” Leah protested.

“No chance. Now it’s your turn to be quiet.”

You pulled her up from the toilet and leant her against the sink, trapping her body between your arms.

Leah placed her hands on your shoulders, gripping the fabric that covered them but you removed them with your hands, placing them on the counter behind her.

You began to place kisses along her neck, occasionally leaving small marks on her skin. Whilst you continued to kiss and suck, you soon found her pulse point. A loud moan elicited from her lips, one that she was unable to contain.

Trying to keep Leah quiet, you pull her closer, her eager and hungry teeth clashing into yours as she kisses you. Your tongue pushes past her lips, holding all power over her in the bruising kiss.

Your roaming hands squeezed at her thighs, nails digging into them making her sigh into your mouth and without any warning, you pushed two fingers inside of her.

Pulling away breathlessly, your eyes are met by her swollen lips and darkened eyes. You nudged her legs apart with a kick of your foot, the blonde not even trying to fight the action as it allowed you more access.

“You look so pretty right now.” You breathed, watching as Leah became a moaning mess.

You curl your fingers, hitting the spot that you know makes her breath shudder whilst your other hand palmed over her shirt-covered breast, pinching and squeezing her nipple through the fabric.

“Fuck y/n.” Leah whispered through heavy breaths, moving her hips with the rhythm of your fingers in a chase for her climax, fucking herself onto your hand desperately.

Your hand made its way up to her face, holding her jaw between strong fingers, “You gotta be quiet, baby.”

Leah nodded, not trusting her voice enough to speak. Her legs began to shake from her soon approaching orgasm, her eyes squeezing closed and lips falling open.

“Eyes. Open.” You muttered, staring into them when she obeyed.

The look in your eyes was enough to pull Leah over the edge, cumming onto your fingers until it dripped down to your knuckles. Her hot forehead, slicked with sweat, pressed against your shoulder with her teeth biting into the nape of your neck to quell the grunt at the back of her throat.

You helped Leah ride through her orgasm, wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her steady as she calmed her breathing. But you didn’t stop there.

The defender was going to say something but was cut off by you kissing her. You started to move your fingers again and Leah nearly collapsed from the gesture.

Her skin still tingling and overly sensitive from the previous orgasm. Leah’s body stuttered as you dragged your fingers through her folds.

With a slight dip of your fingers, she let out a lewd moan. Her hand moving down to your forearm, nails digging into your skin as her hips instinctively bucked at your touch.

You pressed your thumb down onto her clit, relishing in the way her eyes almost rolled into the back of her head at the action before coming back to focus on you.

Leah bit down on her lip to suppress what she was sure would be another borderline embarrassing moan.

“You gonna cum again?” You whispered, dragging your teeth along the lobe of her ear.

With the way your hand was working over her sensitive clit, Leah struggled to think of anything to say.

“Come on, you were pretty vocal earlier, what happened?”

This time Leah couldn't contain a groan, her hips beginning to rock almost of their own accord along with the lazy circling of your thumb over her clit.

You could feel her beginning to clamp around your fingers, a noticeable tremble to her body and it was obvious she was close.

Leah’s legs tightened around your arm, making it hard for you to move. Her head was thrown back and her hair was stuck to her forehead. Sweat dripped down her neck as she tried to chase after her high.

With one final curl of your fingers and a firm press of your thumb against her clit, she arched her back off the sink. Her eyes screwed shut, body shuddering as her second orgasm washed over her.

You pulled your fingers out of her, Leah letting out a small whine at the loss. Kissing her softly, you began to trail down from her lips to her jaw, neck, collarbone and then to the valley of her breasts.

You lifted up the bottom of her top to place kisses to her stomach. Leah looked down at you, her hands tangled in your hair.

Kissing just above her waistline, you tugged the elastic of her joggers back slightly when she stopped you. She grabbed your wrist lightly, causing you to look up and into her eyes.

“I- I can’t.” Leah said breathlessly, shaking her head from side to side.

Leah pulled your wrist up and the rest of your body came with it, allowing you to be face to face with her.

“Turn around.” You muttered, placing your hands on her waist.

Confused, Leah did as she was told, her back now flushed with your front. Your lips ghosted her neck as you trailed a hand up to her jaw.

“Look at yourself.” You said, tilting Leah’s face upwards so she looked at herself in the tiny mirror.

Moving your hands back to her waist, you placed them on the elastic of her joggers. Pulling the fabric down, you revealed her soaked panties.

Pushing them aside, you teased your fingers through her folds. She flinched at the touch but a satisfied moan soon tumbled from her lips once you easily slid a finger into her.

Bringing one hand up to hold the back of your neck, Leah pulled you down to press your lips against the side of her jaw and along her throat.

Her eyes fluttered closed, pushing down against your hand. Leah found herself a moaning mess as your fingers worked over her.

Realising she had closed her eyes you pulled away, leaving Leah breathless and aching. She tried to protest, but you shushed her before she was able to get a word out.

“Uh-uh, what did I say?”

“To look at my-myself.” Leah moaned, her thighs shaking as you teasingly slapped her clit.

“Good girl.” You whispered hoarsely.

Slipping two fingers inside Leah, she couldn’t contain the whines falling from her lips.

With every move you made Leah’s body reacted to you; the loud moans and gasps accompanying her restless movement of her hips only made you want her more.

“D-don’t stop, please don’t stop. I’m so close, fuck, so close.” Leah moaned, watching as beads of sweat dripped down the side of her face.

“You gonna cum?” You asked, voice dripping with arousal.

Leah nodded her head frantically, her eyes never leaving her own.

“Words, baby. I need you to use your words.”

“Yes! Fuck, yes, I’m gonna cum.”

Leah’s breathing quickly picked up in pace as the stimulation became greater, her back arch, her bum pressing into your front.

You placed your thumb on her clit and the added sensation made Leah feel as if she was on cloud nine.

Leah’s toes curled, body pushing onto your hand, a loud moan erupted from the back of her throat as her climax finally came.

Once Leah finally recomposed herself she turned around to face you. Her lips were slightly parted, letting short breaths pass them.

“That was-”

“Oh, I'm not done yet, baby.” You smirked, dropping to your knees.

You pulled her panties down to her ankles, trailing kisses all the way down and paying attention to her exposed skin before moving down to place teasing pecks above her clit.

Your tongue flicked her clit and a sudden ripple of pleasure and pain soared through Leah’s body. She squeezed your head between her legs already feeling sensitive from her climax.

Although she was in some discomfort, pleasure soon took over and the moan she released was long and loud, she couldn't have stopped it even if she tried.

“Quiet, sweetheart. We don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?” You mumbled against her clit, locking your eyes as you looked up at her.

She shook her head, biting on her bottom lip. One of her hands tangled itself in your hair whilst the other slipped under her top to play with her breasts.

Leah’s eyes fluttered shut as she succumbed to the pleasure she was feeling. She moved one of her legs over your shoulder, allowing you to get a better angle.

Her skin was covered in goosebumps, hips moving in time with your tongue to chase her building orgasm.

Leah gave a particularly harsh tug on your hair causing you to let out a groan into her core.

The vibrations reverberated throughout Leah’s body and shockingly tipped her over the edge. Only when Leah whined at the overstimulation on her center, you detach yourself from her core and peppered small, loving kisses up her body.

“You okay?” You questioned, placing kisses along Leah’s jaw.

Leah was struggling to focus, panting for breath as her ears rang with the pulsing of blood and her hammering heart beat.

You gave a small chuckle, descending down the blonde's neck, kissing, biting and licking carefully on her pulse point and leaving a small hickey that would fade away in a few hours.

Kissing your way down to her thighs, you grab a hold of her panties and joggers, sliping them back up her legs.

“Perfect.” You mutter with a gentle kiss to her lips.

A knock on the door snapped the two of you out of your thoughts.

“Everything okay in there?”

“Yeah, yup. Everything’s good. J-just girl problems.” Leah rushed out, smacking you on the shoulder.

You hid your face in the crook of her neck, trying to contain your laughter. After hearing fleeting footsteps did you allow the chuckle to escape your lips.

“Just girl problems?” You teasingly questioned, raising an eyebrow at the girl in front of you.

“Oh I’m sorry, did you want me to tell them you were fucking my brains out?” Leah retorted, an unimpressed look on her face.

“Eh, I wouldn't have minded.” You replied with a shrug, a cocky grin forming on your lips.

“I can’t stand you.”

“More like you can’t stand without me. Have you noticed you’re leaning your entire body weight onto mine?”

“Oh shut up.”

“Uh huh. Let's get back to our seats.” You smiled, letting Leah go first.

Ignoring the questioning looks pointed at the two of you, you sat back in your seats just in time for the food to come round.

Leah took a water but you politely declined any food, saying you had just eaten.

“I hate you.” Leah mumbled, resting her head on your shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah. I love you too.” You smiled, resting your cheek on top of her head.

You could not wait for this holiday and neither could Leah. Especially if it started off like this.

[igglemouse]

I spent the morning in the shower full of despair and pain. I hated this. It certainly wasn't fair but the worst part about it is I could not do anything about it. I just had to accept it, accept that I'll never properly be part of the magical community and where did that leave me? Nowhere. Nowhere at all.

But the day must roll on. It sucks that I won't ever be able to practice magic in the realm, that my potential will always be stunted and blocked, but perhaps that is just fate?

Yes, I've tried to learn as much as I can on my own and I'm not sure if I've learned a single spell. It is difficult.

One of the few things passed down to me is my mother's witchy pot, an object I'll always cherish because it is a reminder of what I am or rather what I'm supposed to be...and yet, for me, it's nothing but a pot. I stare down at it, demanding answers that never come, and only receiving a few bubbles and steam.

That's all it is for me, a boiling pot of water. Nothing else, nothing more.

And so I fall right back into collecting. Finding a simple kind of joy from plucking a mushroom from its place or cracking a rock open hoping to find some bit of fortune because the only thing better than magic is simoleons. Would you rather be rich or a spellcaster? falls

But unfortunately for me (as usual) the jewelry I make is not likely to get much. Enough to pay the rent and keep my single belly full but not much more. I still hold out hope that one day, hopefully soon, that maybe I can bring in more simoleons through this little hobby of mines but who knows with my luck.

With dawn comes new energy to collect. This time flowers, herbs, more things that grow in the ground and more importantly things that grow outside of Cyril's castle...

And since I'm over here for a mission, other than collecting, I stay around until the rise of a full moon. Suddenly feeling once again a pull to the castle, that stony building that housed an unwelcoming vampire or two.

Feeling the urge to explore and feeling a pull from the castle I make my way to its entrance...

This time I do not get too far without Lilja being there to greet me, an expectant smile on her lips.

"Be careful of the path you are on," the warning in her voice is plain and clear but seeing her under better lighting makes me wonder about her age? A vampire can live forever, as long as they aren't murdered, basically, so she could be anywhere from 20 to 2000 years old. The thought is kind of terrifying. What does one do with all of that wisdom?

Any ways, I shake my head and give her the most careless shrug I can. "I'm tired of others choosing my path for me."

She gives me a sort of dubious look before the addition of a curt nod. Turning her back to guide me deeper inside once again. "Come then."

While I couldn't possibly guess the age of Lilja I did have better assumptions about the house. On the outside it showed its age, the stones crumbling, cracked, and almost looking as if any moment it might collapse in on itself but the fact that it was still standing told a story of resilience.

Inside told a different story, one of luxury and old simoleons and perhaps a group of vampires or sims that called this place home?

"I know why you are here," Lilja starts, finding a seat and offering me a place next to her as she took me in.

It was then that I realized that Lilja had the look of a prisoner and not a resident or even a guest. There was something about her eyes, a silent plea in them, that suggested that maybe she wasn't here on her own terms? Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm just a little paranoid because at any moment Cyril could pop up and then...then what? Last time I met him everything happened so fast and then I woke up in the middle of her floor and-

"You wish to be turned," Lilja assumed.

"No, not quite that just..." well, it was partly true. The Realm had denied me my magic but the magic of vampirism could be given for free. No, not for free, but close to free? Was it even possible, with the ward that protects me? "My mother practiced blood magic-"

"Yes...yes she did," the smile then on her lips was warm and welcomed this topic. "A dangerous but powerful magic, one you are willing to learn? My Maker would be willing to teach you, for a price I presume, but it is something he will have to consider when he's in a better condition. Your little attack on him has...sidelined him, I'm afraid to admit."

"Yes," I reply although I was a little confused. Wasn't he the one who attacked me? I remember a bit of of that night and of him, enough of him at least. There was something missing to him, he looked skeletal, dead, and his eyes were a white void of...well, nothing. That's sort of what a void is, isn't it? I made to scream and soon felt bony hard fingers dig into my muscles and felt his lips against my neck and then..."Yes, of course, when he's in better condition."

"It gives you some time to decide if this is indeed the path you wish to take. A dangerous course as blood magic requires sacrifice, from its user and from others," Lilja's manner of speech was so without soul at this moment that I wondered if she were a robot but I soon realized why. Her eyes, gray and searching, were locked onto my neck. She stared at it for a little too long, perhaps even licked her lips or maybe I imagined that part but if I were not protected by a ward I have a feeling I'd be her next meal.

"I'll think about it-"

"There are other things to consider but when and if the time comes."

With that she escorts me to the door, more amiable than moments before. "I believe I've had a moment of weakness," she jokes, tossing aside the fact that she was definitely imagining tearing into my neck. "Do think on it and I would not return unless your answer is yes...a ward is much like a door, from what I understand. Eventually, if someone bangs enough on it, it falls."

Yeah, I guess I'll give it some thought...

Episode List - Next Episode ' Frenemies'

[skele-bunny]

HELLO U WANT HCS? U GET HCS

Rain gets into JUST as much shit as his fellow ghouls, but flies so far under the radar that it's usually pinned on Swiss or Dew. Gets him the good ghoul award most of the time bc they're the local pair of trouble makers.

Phantom is Imperator's favorite. Like, by far. She prefers quintessent ghouls but something about this scrappy little guy endeared her to him. He can get away with actual murder and she'd just praise him for his hunting skills.

Dew can still swim like a fish but unfortunately can't breathe like one anymore, so when he wants to dive for long periods of time, he takes Rain and uses him as a respirator(it's an excuse to make out underwater, Dew still has a high lung capacity)

Rain !! Makes air biscuits bc kneading on people or fabric isn't as comfortable bc of the webbing between his fingers. Similarly, his toes are webbed. He is shy about them bc of HOW much webbing there is(functionally, he cannot spread his toes. Its also why he's the least balanced - his feet are narrower as a result)

Mountain helps oversee the three greenhouses on the Abbey land, and the gardens outside. His favorite is Promo's toxic plants section - Mountains the only one who's allowed to mess with it after a sibling helped and ended up hallucinating for a few hrs.

Mountain sheds his antlers yearly like most earth ghouls. He also has velvet when they grow back in, so once a year every year he's spotted in the woods rubbing the velvet off. Its just as gorey as expected. He is the cryptid in the woods some siblings talk about goring people who wander too far in. Its a game to see who can claim both his antlers when they drop, too.

Early on in Phantom being summoned, his grasp on his magic wasn't the best. He's powerful, but he couldn't harness it. It rarely does anything bad, HOWEVER he gets. Static charged. His hair and fur stand on-end when he's pent up or has a lot of energy, and he has shocked people on accident. The other ghouls do try to charge him up when he's like that and make a game of sticking stuff to him.

Phantom stims via movement so he's CONSTANTLY fidgeting, rocking on his heels/side to side, swaying, bouncing, tapping, etc etc. He still gets severe zoomies and everyone knows bc he hauls ass thru the den. Can, has and does regularly run into things, and after the third time, everyone just pauses to hear if he's fine, and then goes about their day. Its not uncommon to see him run past, run into something or fall, and pop back up fine right after and keep going.

also hes learned how to lovingly manipulate the local fire ghouls. His first winter he learned the hard way that if he makes baby eyes and laments about how COLD he is and PLEASSSEEE dewy warm him up? Dew will fold him in half and rail him into next week. He intends to see if it'll work on Ifrit and Alpha.

he's in the hormones stage of ghoul life on earth so he's learning his appetite(ie eating everything he can) and gets embarrassingly horny. Regularly. Very embarrassing boners.

FEEL BETTER ILU /P 🫶🫶🫶🫶

Moth you have spoiled me once again with your masterpieces. LOVELY. DELICIOUS. I HAVE BEEN FED SO WELL......

Also, me too Phantom. All of it. Me too

[final-girl96]

Broken World: Chapter Twenty-Five

The Search Continued

After he found it he set it down on the sandy, muddy shore, pulled his knife out and began to cut off the sleeves of his flannel. “We need to get you back to Hershel,” I told him, taking the water soaked sleeves he had tied together. “I can do it myself!” I swatted his hand away and proceeded to wrap it around his waist. “This is going to hurt.” I pulled the makeshift tourniquet tight around his waist, making Daryl grunted in pain.

He took a deep breath and stood up, grabbing his crossbow along the way. I looked up the steep bank trying to figure out how we were going to get up it with him being injured. I was about to say something when a rustling from the bushes across the way rustled. Daryl and I made eye contact and stayed silent for a few minutes. Then we began to climb, I was ahead of him, trying to find the easiest way to go. Daryl still had the branch, using it as a crutch to pull himself up. I kept looking back and making sure to wait until he got closer to me to move further up.

After a while, he threw the branch he was using down. “Grab hold of this tree here,” I told him, pointing to a small tree. He reached up, wrapping his hand around it to pull himself up, but when he tried, his foot slipped out from under him, and he went rolling back down the incline. “Shit! Daryl!” I started back down, slipping and sliding, grabbing a hold of tree roots and trunks to help slow myself. Unfortunately, that didn't work all that well and I ended up losing my footing and slid down to the bottom of my ass, scraping the palms of my hands while trying to slow myself with them and trying to dip my heels into the loose dirt.

“Had a shitty day, bro.”

I heard Daryl talking…well more like mumbling, but he was talking to someone that wasn't here. “Daryl? Daryl, hey, look at me.” I put my hands on his cheeks, turning his head so he could see me. “Don't move. Hey! Open your eyes!”

“Shut up, man.you don't know shit,” he mumbled. He was looking at something only he could see over my shoulder. “Who the fuck are you talking to?” His eyes started to close and he mumbled something incoherent. “Daryl. Hey! Open your fucking eyes!” I tapped on his face, patting his cheek. Rustling in the bushes behind us made me pat his cheek harder and faster. “Daryl, I need you to wake the fuck up! Now!” This time I just out right slapped him. His eyes popped open and his hand tightly grabbed my wrist. “You need to get up!”

Daryl

I must have hit my damn head pretty hard. Merle was standin’ over me, throwing insults like he always does. I could faintly hear yn voice trying to rouse me from my daze. “You need to get up!” She sounded so far away but she was hovering over me. I could see the worry in her e/c eyes.

“Do as your little girlfriend says. Beat ya haven't even felt how tight that cunt is.” He had a smile on his face that pissed me off. “Shut up, man, you don't know shit!” Merle laughed and racked his eyes over yn body. “So you have been inside that pussy. Well, damn little brother, why didn't ya tell me?” Yn looked behind her and her muffled voice said something to me that I couldn't understand. My eyes rolled back and closed. My eyes shot open when a hard slap left a stinging on my cheek. “You need to get up!” Yn said standing up and walking away.

Yn

I stood up, pulling my knife and walking towards the walkers that were coming out from behind the bushes across from where we were. I stabbed the first one, then the second one with no problem, and headed back towards Daryl; he was slowly waking. I was so focused on him that I didn't hear a walker coming up behind me. It knocked me off balance and I fell with it coming down on top of me. My knife went flying out of my hand and out of reach.

I reached up to holded away from me with one hand while the other desperately searched for something, anything, to hit it in the head with. “Daryl!” I was struggling to keep Its rotting teeth from biting into the flesh on my face. “Daryl! Daryl, damnit wake the fuck up!” I brought my other arm up and pressed it against its throat. The walker was a lot bigger than me and heavier. My arms were starting to shake from the pressure it was putting in them. Its teeth snapped inches from my face.

I closed my eyes getting ready for the white hot pain of my flesh being ripped from my body. But it never happened. The walker was pulled off of me and Daryl was standing over me, crossbow in one hand, the arrow missing from his side, and his free hand outstretched towards me. I let out a sigh of relief and took his hand, letting him help me up. “Ya alright? Didn't bite ya did it?” I shook my head and looked down at the walker. “Thanks.” I brushed myself off then pointed to his side. “You shouldn't have taken that out, but I understand why you had to.”

I walked closer to him and reached my hand out towards his shirt, but didn't touch him. “May I look at it?” I asked. “I just want to see how bad it is.” He chewed on his bottom lip and lightly nodded his head. With shaky hands I grabbed the bottom of his soaked flannel and lifted it until I saw the wound. “Definitely gonna need stitches. We need to keep pressure on it until we get back to the farm.” I looked at the exit wound on his back but didn't lift his shirt up past that. I knew about the scars and I know how uncomfortable they made Daryl feel when people saw them. So I just took a quick look and let his shirt fall back down.

After making sure that we had something wrapped around his wound And he ate a raw squirrel, we made our way up the steep embankment again. It was rough and took us a while but we finally made it. When we got to the top Daryl yelled something to someone that wasn't even there. “Are you okay? I know you hit your head but I didn't think it was that hard.” mad grumbled something under his breath and we continued our way back to the farm.

“Finally!” I sighed as we came out of the woods. At this point Daryl was dragging his crossbow and I was a few feet behind him. We were both so exhausted we could barely keep going. The farm was in view though and that made me fucking happy because fuck that horse and fuck those woods.

I could see people running towards us and then a gunshot went off. Daryl fell to the ground and something pierced my shoulder, knocking me back. “Fuck! What the fuck!” I screamed, pressing my hand to my shoulder. Someone just fucking shot me! “No! No!” Rick screamed where he was by Darylal"Who the fuck just shot me?!” I yelled. Glenn was rushing over to me and helped me up.

We headed across the farm and Andrea came running towards us. “Oh, my God is he okay?” She asked. “He's fine. We need to get him to Hershel, same with yn,” Rick told her. She looked at me, her eyes wide. “oh God, yn, i'm so sorry.” She gasped and stumbled back when my right fist met her left cheekbone. “Fucking bitch!”

“Hey, isn't this Sophia's?” We turned to see T-dog holding up Sophia's doll.

[yril-writes]

– DAHLIAS

synopsis ; flowers always had this hidden meaning behind them. the sad part about it is knowing what it means.

scenario ; he was caught in an accident that unfortunately caused him to have an amnesia, and the worst thing about it is that he cannot remember a single thing but you know him well.

"I won't leave, I'll come back tomorrow and the next tomorrow and the next again. Until the next season comes. I'll be here with you. "

type ; short story

include/s ; iwaizumi hajime

pairing/s ; character x fl! reader

genre ; a mountain filled with sad corn, angst

The sight of this day is rather sad, leaves began to turn from the hues of red or even yellow. A cool breeze then began to swift your locks of hair to your side revealing your bare neck kissed by the cold yet refreshing wind.

But still this time of the year is one of her favorite seasons, the way that the surrounding just creates this vibe was one thing she liked about and more specifically the flowers that only bloomed in this time of season.

Dahlias.

Another season of this year yet to be faced, walking down the pavement only hearing the wind brushing between the branches of the trees and rustling of the leaves and the clacking noises under your feet are your black sandals with heels.

People may see her as a woman from the city or even from another country because of her get up, but this was never a new sight for her to witness because for the past years you've walked these very same pavements.

Today happens to be that very same day, that the treasure from her arms soon flew as the wind streams the leaves from the branches away from its place.

Upon mesmerizing her surroundings it was about time she heard her phone ring, this made her stop at her feet.

"Tooru, took you long enough to call." She uttered with a soft voice as she stared at the tree branches being swayed by the wind on top of her head.

The breeze of the wind kept on going, but this time you couldn't hear anything only Oikawa's voice stuttering on the other voice line. The silence even made you think that you can hear your heart beating.

Badump.

Badump.

Badump.

Breathing slowly yet anxiously awaits for the answer of the man behind the phone was keeping her restless. Not until the man successfully said what he wanted to tell her.

But upon hearing it she thought that for a few seconds she could only hear her heart beating and her breathing heavily. She didn't expect to hear what she just heard, just one sentence made her run at a second.

Tears then began to flow down to her face, she had mixed emotions overflowing her inside. But one emotion stands out and that is relief.

A glimpse of her memory popped up and this was the first time they met under the big tree behind the school campus at break time.

"Iwaizumi, did you know that I love the autumn season?"

"I didn't, not until now. " Said the little boy in an uninterested voice as he slowly made his way under the tree to sleep.

"It's because dahlias bloom this season!" Said the girl cheerfully as she made her way down kneeling and shoving her face near enough to make Iwaizumi open his eyes only to see this girl ecstatic with flowers.

"Is that so? Well, in my perspective it's kinda sad when autumn comes around." He says in a nonchalant voice not even surprised at the gesture of the girl in front of him.

That ends her train of thought, as the wind flows like and endless stream pushing her hair to every places. But still didn't bother the woman running, as if she was catching the wind.

As she runs as fast as she can, one of her heels broke making her fall down, now that her stockings are ripped and one of her legs are scrapped she still didn't give up. She eased the pain and got up.

Removing both of her sandals she ran again, despite of the tears running down from her eyes to her cheeks and the pain from her injured leg she didn't mind having all of these, all she cares is that she will make it on time.

Upon rushing as fast as she could she was in front of the hospital that Iwaizumi was staying in. People who witnessed how ragged her breath was and her condition, she drove them away.

As she walks struggling because of her leg injury but also her feet that are bleeding due to running on rough roads. People offered to help her politely declined and proceeded to walk towards the counter.

"Iwaizumi Hajime, room number please." Catching her breath, she still tries to talk despite the pain and the struggling she is currently facing.

The room was said and done but despite running towards the elevator she ran to the stairs. The pain she endured was slowly creeping in to her body and it was as if the more she went up to the stairs the more heavier she felt her body was.

(Move, body! Please hurry up and move!)

She pleaded to herself as tears flooded her eyes making it all blurry and her face damped. She now sees how much her legs are shaking and how ragged her breaths are.

(You can do this, just keep on moving...!)

Another glimpse of that time was the graduation of the last year she had to face in the school.

"Why does that even make you sad?" She asked cluessly as she placed her back against the man's back.

"Well, summer is finally coming to its end again." He said as the man stares at the sun setting down on the horizon.

"I don't get you at all." She let's out a sigh and closes her eyes as she slowly drifts of to sleep.

Glimpse of memories came crawling back to her as a form of motivation to keep on going. She gets up on her knees and keeps on going.

Catching her breath she now stands in front of the door she only has to enter to see the face she longed for. But then fear starts crawling behind her back.

[ So you're going far away after graduation? Pursuing to be a veterinarian, I presume?]

[ Hajime, I'll come back! I promise you! And I'll be back before you know it!]

Memories after the last year she had after entering Aoba Johsai with Iwaizumi and Oikawa was one of the best three years she had. She grew closer Iwaizumi and Oikawa in no time. Even became on of the boys as well, she fit right it.

But losing contact with Iwaizumi was the worst one she had to face, years passed and she focused on studying and studying until she graduated. She was busy and slowly soon after all the years passed she forgot.

She forgot the promise she ever did make to someone she holds dear to her heart.

Time gradually became slow for her as she gives all of her hours and minutes onto working, she lost track of her goals she lost track of what her promises were until.

"Did you hear about the news?" Said the old lady, turning her attention to the televisions displayed on the shop.

"Oh, the athletic trainer that got into an accident? Poor thing." Replied the old lady next the gossiping one as she too turns her attention to the television.

(Athletic trainer?)

The sight of a familiar face pasted on the televisions on display in the shop where two women were gossiping about putting her in awe.

(Hajime...?)

The opening of the door surprised her and knocked her out of her thoughts. And a familiar figure greeted her right of the bat.

"Tooru?" She uttered.

"So you came after all these years, huh?" He smirked off giving her a an attitude.

"Tooru, how is Hajime...Is he doing well?" She replies as her voice began cracking the more words she uttered out of her mouth.

He simply sends a slight nod not even sending her an eye contact, but looking at his eyes she knew there was a catch despite him waking up.

"Keep this in mind, he waited. You know, years passed and he still waited. He is an idiot."

"Patiently waiting for you, believing that one day you would knock behind his doors. He waited for you like a dog waiting for his owner to pick him up!"

"..."

"No matter what I did, for him to forget about you. To let his memories of you die, nothing worked! I was only pushed away by Iwa-chan!"

"I hated that fact that he still waited for you after all these years and now, you are here. But it's all too late now. "

"Tooru, what do you-"

"When you go inside, introduce yourself. Don't be dumb, I told you on the phone."

Oikawa stood in front of you with those puffy red eyes and dark circles under his eyes, you knew for a fact that he stayed restless taking care of Iwaizumi who was in a coma for a few weeks now.

It is said that he tried to save the little girl who was crossing the street nearly getting hit by a fast driving car on the road, thankfully the child he saved was safe but on the other hand he was the who was harmed.

Catching a few deep breaths, she knocks on to the door.

"Come in."

Says the raspy voice on the other side of the door said. Upon opening the door rays of sunlight blindly stung her eyes for a moment only to reveal a man sitting up right on the hospital bed staring at the window.

"Hajime..."

The man slowly turned his head facing her, in his eyes he sees an injured woman panting heavily and that she needs to take a seat.

"Haji-"

"Please, take a seat."

She was stunned at the words uttered by the man in front of her, she then takes the offer and tries to calm herself down.

"Have some water, the loud man left this a while ago. "

(Loud man? )

Iwaizumi then stares behind the window, having the view of the red and yellow hued leaves on the branches of the trees outside.

The wind stirs up the leaves and twirling it around the air, he was somehow amused by the looks of it.

The woman on the other hand was staring at the bedridden man, who was covered in injuries and even a broken arm at that state. But one sight breaks her heart and that is to see him with a smile despite of his situation.

"Do you like flowers? " He asks out of the blue as he stares intemately outside the window.

"Yeah..." She replied with a low tone of voice.

"I once liked them, it's because they only bloomed in autumn time. It's a shame not to see them bloom in any season. "

"..."

"But overall, autumn is a sad season. Because days become shorter at this time meaning you won't have as much fun under the sun that long. "

"Leaves in autumn turn red or even yellow and brown, making it all fall down from the trees as well, until no leaves were left behind. "

"..."

"Sorry, it appears that whenever I rambled these I tend to remind myself of something I once forgot. The loud man who was here looked at me with pity, I wonder why that is. "

"..."

"The same eyes you are looking at me right now is the same gaze the loud man looked at me."

"Hajime—"

"Oh, I remembered the flowers. They were dahlias. How can I forget, this note on my wallet gave me a glimpse of it."

Opening the note with blood marks scattered on it made you shiver.

I once saw autumn as a rest for my eyes,

Until I saw this flower that caught my eye.

They only bloomed at autumn,

What a shame to even know them.

Leaves start to fall in this time around,

I ponder will they last for this round?

I guess not, for they are just like a breeze.

Who comes and goes as they please.

I hate this season, and I have a bunch of reason.

But the flower I saw that day,

Will erase those burden I carry all day.

Maybe some day, I'll come to love autumn day.

"The initials placed at the end of the note only means that I made it, it's kinda sad to read it. It's as if the me who wrote this only has a flower anticipated to wait for this time of day. "

"Those are dahlias right outside of your window are potted plants of dahlias. " She pointed with her index finger as she came up to show a smile. The best smile she had to show.

"They are pretty, wish that they would bloom until the next season comes. Too bad they don't, huh? " He says at a nonchalant voice and releases a short sigh.

The cold response from the bedridden man made the room silent for a little while, then he turned to gaze on the woman sitting right beside her.

"You're injured. " He said noticing the injured marks on her legs, knees and even her feet.

"Yeah..."

"You should get it treated. "

"It can wait..."

Giving him a sincere smile, the man smiled back like a clueless boy. That smile was the same old smile she saw under the tree from where they were kids.

"Iwaizumi, did you know that I love the autumn season?"

"I didn't, not until now. "

"It's because dahlias bloom this season!"

"Dahlias? "

"Here, are pretty flowers! " She placed it in front of the kid who was laying down under the tree.

Those days were the first time she had share something precious she held to someone she soon will treasure.

But the last days that autumn came at the time of their final and last graduation was one of the times she wished to forget.

"Why does that even make you sad? When the flowers bloom in autumn? "

"Well, summer is finally coming to its end again."

"I don't get you at all."

"It means that, when flowers blood this day. You'll leave me once again."

The wind rushes towards the both of them, and only the tree branches and leaves where heard due to the wind going branch by branch.

"Leave you? "

"You know what I mean, so it's sad. I hate autumn, because at this time. I know that dahlias will bloom meaning you staying here is coming to an end again."

Staring at the dahlias, the man in front of her stared at her for a while.

"You really like those flowers, you keep on staring at them. "

"I—"

"I don't think I caught your name on your way in here, do you mind if you tell me? "

Hours have passed and the sun sets down leaving a nice orange and dark tone before it fully turned to dark sky. They talked and talked for a while under the man decided to take a nap.

And then, she decided to step out for a while, then she came across the same man that she encountered coming inside the room.

"That was a long talk you did there. So, how was it. " Said Oikawa who is leaning beside the wall outside the door.

"He didn't remember me..."

"I told you that on the phone, did you not hear me? "

"I dropped it the minute you told me he was awake. "

"Stupid." He flicks her forehead that it left a redish mark.

"I'll get someone to treat your wounds just stay there and get some rest. I'll go home for now. "

Walking down the hallway of the hospital going farther and farther away from Iwaizumi's room she can feel her legs that have given up, and that the pain she endured and ignore now are throbbing as hard as they can now.

Silent crying was one of her weaknesses, the way that this type of crying makes her vulnerable and weak is what she hated the most.

Enduring all the tears that about to fall down as she listens to the man she loved talk about her as if she was just someone he couldn't remember pained her to see and even hear.

"You really like those flowers, you keep on staring at them. "

"I—"

"I don't think I caught your name on your way in here, do you mind if you tell me? "

(I can't just tell him my name, I'll just—)

"I am just a person who tends to have time in their hands and came to visit you. My name is confidential! So, it'll be a secret! "

"Pfft, sure mystery girl. How about I call you Dahlia like these flowers. My guts are telling me the second you get out of here you'll just go without even telling me. "

"..."

"Was I right? "

"I won't leave, I'll come back tomorrow and the next tomorrow and the next again. Until the next season comes. I'll be here with you. "

He gave a satisfied yet a pained smile she didn't want to see, she was keeping an act of a strong character but in the end she just keeps breaking knowing that she was the reason as to why he hated the one she loved.

"I'm so sorry, Hajime. I'm too late..."

"You were just in time you know, I knew you'd break. My guts were telling me the truth alright."

"Hajime..."

"Help me remember, and maybe once another autumn has passed and dahlias bloomed again, maybe I would remember. So you have no other excuses but to stay by my side until then. "

(Why, why are you acting like this for me...!)

"The loud man told me everything you know, in detail even. It was hard to believe in at first but when I read that poem in front of you you were just ready to cry. It made me think that you must be the woman Oikawa was telling. "

"I even heard him through the door, telling you. That's why I said he is a loud man. "

"...."

"Until seasons change every time, I wished that there will come a time that I won't be scared of autumn. So stay, won't you? "

"Yeah, I will. "

Maybe the next autumn, I'll come to love you again. My Dahlia.

- I. H.

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