#what did i do to deserve all the kindess???

[gimmeurmoneyagh]

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 - 𝟎:𝟎𝟑

❝𝟏𝟔𝟎𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐄𝐠𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭❞

- Cleo De Nile

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!“

“NYAH?! The heck is this!?“ Grim frowned.

A half-red, half-black collor appeared around Grim’s neck, Grim tried to claw at it to make it get off.

“Laws of the Queen of Hearts: Number 23 ’One shall never bring a cat into a festival’!“ He glared at you now, you were about to walk over and curse his entire bloodline when Riddle began to speak again.

“You being a cat means you’ve broken the rule. I shall have you leave at once!“

“I’m not a cat!“ Grim cried, “I’ll burn this collar right up and... EH! I can’t use my fire!“

Riddle giggled but tried to pass it off as a chuckle (spoiler alert it did not convince anyone) to Grim’s misfortune, “Hmph! You won’t be using any magic until I remove the collar. Just like an ordinary cat.“

“Wh-what?! I’m not some pet!“ Grim tried to retort.

“Don’t worry I’d never keep a pet like you“ Riddle sneered. “I’ll take it off when you get thrown out anyway.“

Azul butted into the conversation wearing a saccharine smile, “Wonderful as ever. Any and all magic gets sealed by your unique magic, Riddle. I want it..- *cough* No. I would never want that cast on me.“ He nervously chuckled.

’Real smooth’ you thought, frowning a bit when that failure of a person, Crowley decided to reprimand you (for what? you never make any mistakes you’re practically perfect!)

“You must do something about this, (Name)! It is your familiar!“ He scowled. “Maybe properly discipli-“

“It’s not mine,“ You gritt your teeth in anger, you wanted out of this weirdo school. You missed Ghoulia and her doing your homework. 😢

“It’s not yours...?“ he pursed his lips, as you shook your head for a ’no’.

“Yeah, If I’m supposed to be ’magicless’ how am I supposed to have a familiar?“ You asked, motioning for him to answer.

“Ehhh..“ He tugged at his coat and coughed into his hand, “My apologies! Anyway, let’s get it out of the school. And as I am gracious we won’t cook it into a stew. My my, truly my kindess is boundless!“ He smiled.

’boundless my ass’ 

“Someone help please!“ at those words the entire crowd shuffled and went farther from him.

And honestly, same.

“GYAH! LET ME GO!“ Grim shrieked, still clawing at the collar “I am- I’m going to become the greatest mage ever!!“

Two boys were pushed into the open and forced to through Grim out of the ceremony.

’How annoying’ you curled your lips downwards, eyeing Grim with distate. It was deserved as he was annoying and even almost burned you! You took immense satisfaction at his shouts (were you beefing with an animal? yes. do you care? no)

“W-we may have had a bit of trouble along the way but this bring the entrance ceremony to a close!“ Crowley loud ahh voice snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“Housewardens, please show the new students back to the dorms!“ He said, putting his hands on his hips and looking into space as if he was delivering a great speech.

He looked down at the students again before pausing, “...hmm? Now that I think about it, I don’t see the dorm leader of Diasomnia, Mr. Draconia anywhere.“

“That’s no different from usual, is it?“ the were-lion(? you still weren’t sure) snarked.

“Whaat? Did nobody tell him about the ceremo....“

You tuned out and just looked around the room, you were busy looking at some cutie with white hair and purplish eyes when someone with a deep voice spoke up (LOUDLY! VERY LOUDLY! [it wasn’t it really wasn’t])

“It seems I was correct“ people still talk like that? 

“I thought he might come but Malleus really didn’t“ you turned your head to the direction of the voice and...

Draculaura?! She’s here too?

Wait no that was a boy.

But uhm... why was he so fucking short. No short people-hate but you did not expect that voice to come out of that.

You liked his hair though.

“It seems the invitation ’never arrived’ again...“ He lamented.

Not being invited? hah. Could never happen to you. (you miss monster high, even if you’ve only been gone for probably an hour)

“My dearest apologies. I promise we didn’t intend to exclude you“ said Azul, putting a hand on his chest. (he seemed fake)

“His aura makes it hard for us to approach him.“ Riddle defended himself (and the others ig).

Meanwhile you went back to looking at the cutie with white hair again.

“It’s fine. Members of Diasomnia can come follow me. I just hope this doesn’t upset him...“

That was a weird interaction. 

You were standing blinking wide eyed wondering what just happened when- “Then (Name), I’m terribly sorry about this but..-“

“You’re making me leave? Yeah I figured“ (you really didn’t but you would rather die then admit that)

“*ahem* Correct! Those without any talent for magic cannot be allowed to attend class here“ You shrugged at that you didn’t really care about this place and if you were gone for too long that bitch Torelai might steal your spot as fearleading captain.

“However there is no need to worry. The dark mirror will send you directly back from whence you came from“ He motioned his hands toward the big mirror.

You smiled a bit at that one, who knew a clown could actually make people smile!

“Enter the gate and picture your home clearly in mind...“

“Oh Dark Mirror! Guide this one back to the place she belongs!“  He belloed raising his hands ip

At that you scrunch your eye-lids tight causing some of those color/light spots. You thought of the sea Lagoona’s family came from, the normie town near Monster High, your room. Your room filled with clothes, posters, and burn books. You thought of your jewels and all your credit and debit cards. You missed your money already. And all your friends even Clawdeen’s annoying little sister. Uhhhh... Growleen. Yeah her.

You even crossed your fingers and spoke an old egyptian chant for luck. (you however didn’t notice someone jolting in surprise at the chant)

“........“

Crowley looked around (probably embarrased) “Oh... Uh once more. Oh Dark Mirror! Guide thi-“ 

“It is nowhere“ 

That’s a lie. You wanted to go already. ☹️☹️☹️.

“Eh?“ Crowley looked shocked “The place she belongs is nowhere in this world... It does not exist“

What?! Now you were shocked, you were standing hunched over mouth open and your eye was twitching. This wasn’t in (whatever Monster High world is called)?! And apparently (whatever Monster High world is called) doesn’t exist here either?!

Where the fuck were you?! You missed your ghoulfriends...

“What did you say? That is unbelievable! Hmm, well, the unbelievable has been on parade today.“ Crowley hummed, putting stroking his chin again.

Meanwhile you were having an existential breakdown, iconically.

“This is the first time it’s ever happened since I became headmaster, what should be..“ Crowley’s sockets narrowed. “Where exactly did you come from?“

“Are you dumb? I told you earlier Monster High, which is located in (wherever the fuck Monster High world is called)“ you stood straight up at the attention being brought back to you. Even if you were scared you had to make good impressions because you didn’t have daddy’s money anymore.

“I’ve never heard of such a place“ Crowley admitted. Yeah, you were absolutely screwed. 

“I have a general grasp of where all the students came from but I’ve never even heard that name before. Let us do some research in the library.“ 

And with a swish of his cloak he quickly motioned for you to follow him.

[yuyu1024]

One and only

Pairings: San x Y/N

Genre/tags: established relationship, mafia

Warning: fluff but still 🔞 smut/angst, unprotected sex, cursing, semi public, pet names, jealousy, clingy, mention of blood and death, blowjob/handjob [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 4.4k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: posted this during holidays🎄⭐️ but i deleted my acct bcoz of stupiditttyyyyy? 🙃 anyways... almost done reposting my one shots. I'll try to post my short series soon.

***

It's holiday season. Everyone you know are all busy preparing for the coming christmas. Your friends are busy buying gifts for their love ones and they are also excited planning all their trips or dates with their each own special someone. Whilst you on the other hand, you are not planning anything.

"Y/n, what are you going to do this christmas?" One of your friend asks

"I'll be visiting my parents on the 25th." You answer

"That's all?" She asks

"Do you want to come with us? My family are going on a staycation on this fancy hotel... I can ask them if I could bring you." The other friend suggested

"No... it's fine. I'll be at home. I deserve a break too from all the work I've been doing..." you answer

"I get it... you deserve it yes.. but... are you not sad you are not spending Christmas eve with someone...?" The first friend ask

"Even a date?" The other one adds. "You know... if you only accept the guys wanting to take you on a date or atleast get to know you... I'm sure you have a boyfriend now."

You laugh at how worried they are with you spending Christmas eve alone.

"I'm fine. I'm happy."

Being the "single one" in your friendship group is nothing new. It's not that you don't want to meet anyone or get to know someone but it's just that you are not actually single. None of them knows that you have been dating this guy for quite some time now.

You are not hiding him or your relationship because you are embarassed about him. You are just respecting his privacy and for safety reasons as well.

He is the son of the leader of the famous mafia in the country. Everybody knows their family. They fear them. Everyone thinks they are the most dangerous beings to exist. However little did they know, they only look mean as hell. But these men, all have hearts and kindess to help anyone in need. They just don't publicize the good things they do.

"Okay... whatever you say... just call us when you need someone to talk to when you feel alone."

"I'm fine girls... seriously... and enjoy your vacation. Don't mind me. Spend your time with your boyfriends and family... okay?"

"Okay." Both of them say at the same time.

"Great!"

Then after a few more minutes chatting with them your phone alarm buzzes. It's a reminder.

"Oh crap! I need to go now!" You say in a hurry. "I had to go to this shop my mother told me to go... I need to drop her gifts for her friend who's in the city for vacation."

"Okay... sure..." both your friend stands up and hugs you.

"Happy holidays! See you after more than a week." You say

"See you and stay safe! Be careful running in the snow okay? You are clumpsy." The first friend says

"I will."

"Bye!"

You wave goodbye one last time before running out of the coffee shop.

You are really in a hurry. It is true that you have to meet your mother's friend to give them the gift. You were supposed to meet the park near the hotel they're staying at. It's not that far from where you and your friends met so you just decided to walk from there.

Then while you are on the walk, you decides to text your lover to let him know where you will be at.

Y/N: I'll be at the park in front of Crescent Hotel. Meeting my mom's friend to give her present.

After sending the text, you put your phone in your sling bag and didn't checked if he read it or replied. You are in a hurry so it didn't crossed your mind.

"Y/n?" A motherly tone of voice calls your name as you just walk pass through the crowd to step foot in the vicinity of the park.

You turn around and see Mrs. Jung together with her son waving at you. Smiling, you carefuly run towards them and quickly hug Mrs. Jung. "Long time no see!"

"Indeed!" She hugs you back and pats your head. "Oh my gosh! You have grown... such a beautiful lady."

You shyly giggle as you can't accept the compliment very well. For you, you just look alright. Not as beautiful as your mother.

"It's been so long since you last came back..." you say

"Yeah. We didn't get the chance to come back the last two years. But we're here now." She says smiling

"By the way, this is mother's gift. She says sorry she can't give it to you personally. She's at the province now taking care of grandpa and grandma."

"Oh, it's fine. I understand. Tell them I wish them a happy holiday and good health."

"I will."

Then her son, Wooyoung, standing next to her greeys you. "Happy holidays."

"Happy holidays." You smile back.

You two then hug and pat each other's back.

Wooyoung and you are classmates in highschool. You two became friends because of your parents. Before you two would always have sleepovers so you could both play and watch movies together. But since they migrated abroad, you two became a little distant. Still friends but not as close as before.

Plus one factor that might've affected that is before he flew away, he confessed his feelings for you. That he liked you. However, you told him that even you like him too back then being highschool and being in a long distance relationship is not ideal for the both of you. It's sad but it is true. Especially bot of you were so young back then.

"You still as pretty as I remember." He says to you

"Stop!" You hit him on his arm. "You still compliment me like the way you used to in highschool." You say.

"You know I'm just being honest." He says, warmly smiling

"I know." And then you notice that he looks mature that from what you remembered seeing him two years ago when they last visited. "You look different."

"Well it's his married aura now." Mrs. Jung explains

"M-married?" You gasp looking at them two back and forth. "You got married?"

Wooyoung is smiling ear to ear. "Yes." He answers then showing his ring. "I got married to the love of my life just almost a year ago."

"Oh my gosh! Congratulations!" You jump and hug him again. "I'm so happy for you!" You clap as you let him go. "Is she with you guys?"

"Unfortunately no... she can't travel because she's just a few months pregnant and she's in bed rest."

"Married and soon to be father!" You are estatic. "What a blessing!"

"Thank you!" Wooyoung is so proud and happy about her wife and their soon to be child.

The catch up with the Jung's is so light and warm. They all have good things to talk about that excites you. It's been a while since you saw them and you are so happy that everything is great with them. Especially after them losing the father figure in their family. You are glad they are doing well.

****

An two hours later, you are on your way to your apartment building, carrying a few things you bought from the groceries that you need at home when you decided to check on your phone.

SAN: I thought you're meeting your mom's friend. Who is the guy you are hugging?

SAN: You hugged him not once but twice!

SAN: why are you touching his arm.

SAN: why are you laughing so much :(

SAN: who is he?????

SAN: baby

SAN: baby...........

SAN: stop talking him.

SAN: baby!

SAN: :(

SAN: you are leaning on to him?????

SAN: are you cheating on me in public?

SAN: HE HUGGED YOU

SAN: AGAIN

SAN: WHAT. IS. THIS.

SAN: baby!!

SAN: ㅠ_ㅠ

You snort a laugh as you read how he whines in his texts. You could hear him say all these even just from the messages. He's so jealous.

Y/N: where are you?

(No reply)

Y/N: okay...

Y/N: If you don't reply...

Y/N: you're not welcome to come inside my apartment again.

Y/N: bye~~~

You proudly smile after you sent the text. Coz you know San will immediately rush to get to you after reading your text.

However, what you didn't expect is that minutes later when you're about to turn to the corner of your building and about to get to the steps to the entrance, you notice a tall figute standing. It's San.

"You're not going to invite me in your apartment anymore?" He says his brows arching and lookinh down at you.

He's wearing something casual and comfy. A beanie, black fitted shirt and a grey sweat pants.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, "And why are you wearing so little clothes! It's cold!" I rush to him

"You said you will not welcome me in! So I ran!" He is sweating and you can see heat coming out of his body.

"Ran from where?"

He pouts. "There." He points at the black car parked across the street.

"I see... so... you were following me?"

"No." He looks away

"I thought we've agreed about me having one bodyguard... camouflaged as a normal civilian in a distant... why are you following me now?"

"I promise. I was not supposed to follow you..."

"But?"

He looks down and takes the the two shopping bag you are holding. "I miss you... I was at the gym when I received your text that you were going to meet a family friend..."

"And...?"

"And... I thought I could pick you up... give you a ride home after..."

"But...?"

He sighs, giving up. "Fine. I'm sorry. But I do swear... I went out because I really do miss you."

"Then if you do miss me....why just let me know... visit me... we can hang out."

"Sorry."

You chuckle as you see him lower his head even more. He's so cute when he's like this. A total 180degrees opposite of his charisma when he's in his mafia mode.

"So... you want to come in and stay?" You ask tilting your head to the side, searching for his face. "But if you have plans or things to do with work... it's fine. Beside, I'll be leaving tomorrow to visits my--"

"You're leaving?"

"Yes. I did told you about my grandpa being sick right?"

"Oh. Right."

**

Both of you then start to walk in the building. You want him to get inside quick and get warm since he forgot to bring a jacket with him.

People who you walk pass as from the lobby to the elevator are all looking sus as they see San. They must be thinking how crazy he is walking around with such little clothes during winter season.

But knowing San, even though people give him looks and judgements he does not give a fuck.

"Would you like a hot milk? Maybe hot coco or..." you ask as you both reach your apartment door enterimgg your pin. "a warm jacket to bring when you leave? You still have a few clothes here with me... the ones you left..."

Then as soon as you enter and the door beeps signaling its locked and closed, San drops the two shopping bag on the floor and cages you in between his arms.

"I've missed you." He mumbles into your ears.

You close your eyes, lean your head on his shoulder and allow him to embrace you tightly. "Me too."

"I'm sorry I've been away this past few weeks..."

"It's okay."

"I wish I could've helped you decorate your place."

"You're so sweet." You whirl around to face your lover. "I know you are really not into Christmas really... it's fine. I don't want to force you to do it every year with me."

"No..." he pulls you in closer and places his hand at the back of your head. "It's important to you... so I have to... you know you are my everything. And I will do anything to make you happy."

"Aww..." you lay your head on his chest. "You're the sweetest tough guy that I know."

He tenses a little. "I should be the only sweet and tough guy you know!"

You laugh at his reaction. Your lover is a jealous type and he does not know or even tries to hide it. You sometimes like to tease him about it.

"Hmm... I don't think so..." you let go of him and take the two shopping bags from the floor and go straight to the kitchen. "I know a few..." you add before you start unpacking the groceries

"Baby..." he follows you to the kitchen.

"I have classmate and still friends with are tough guys. They are sweet and kind too."

"Who? What do they do? Are you talking to them? I need to know details about them!" He is sulking

While you on the other hand, just enjoying his reaction. "Also... Wooyoung..."

"Who??!?"

"Wooyoung..." you repeat. "He's the first guy whoever protected me... from the bad guys..."

He goes silent.

"He protected me to the bullies in highschool. He's a cool guy. And....sweet."

He is though. Wooyoung is such a good person and reliable.

"Is that the guy from earlier?"

You nod as you finish the rest of the unpacking. "We finally saw each other after two years..."

"You knew him before me?" He sounds a bit hurt

"Yes. I know him since highschool." You answer before you walk out of the kitchen and finally removing your coat and scarf revealing your knitted top. "He migrated abroad with his family..."

"Is he your ex?" His face suddenly changes. He's not sulky anymore. He's more on the really jealous San now.

You appoach your lover, who's standing in the middle of the room, take his hand and kiss his knuckles.

"No..." you suddenly reasurre him. "Don't get jealous okay? He's a friend."

"But you hugged him... three times." He pouts

"Because I was so happy to see him plus he told me good news." You put your hands around his waist and give him a quick smooch on his lips. "He got married and expecting his first baby..."

"Oh." San's lips slowly curves into a smile.

"So... now you're smiling."

"Well..." his cheekbones show his happiness

"Why are you getting jealous all the time huh? You know you're my only lover..."

"They are a lot of hunters in this world baby. And you are one heck of a prey." He lowers his head, leaving delicate kisses on your jaw. "If only I could tell the whole world you are my queen...my everything... then boys will not try to hit on you."

"It's okay... and I don't care about those boys... I have you. My Sannie. You are all I need and want in my life."

"Aww baby..." his hands goes lower, cupping your ass with both hands. "I love you..."

"I love you too."

He hums and then nuzzles his face with yours. "Maybe I should stay for the night..." he smiles, "What do you think?"

"I think you should..." you whisper before crashing your lips to his.

The sweet smooch gets deeper the moment he opened his mouth and allowed you to explore your tongue in there.

The sound of your kisses echoes all throughout the apartment. Kisses that are longing and hungry. Kisses that are in duet with his whiny moans.

"Fuck." He smiles and looks at you with endearing eyes. "Baby, you're driving me insane!"

"Do I?" You kiss him again. Teasing him by sucking his lower lip before letting him go.

"Maybe let's have dessert first before we have dinner." He pulls you up and you automatically wrapped your legs around his hips. "I'll cook later... don't worry."

"I love desserts." You say

"Perfect."

He carries you from the living room to your bedroom. He slowly puts you down in bed, sitting, before he goes down to his knees so you're eye to eye.

"May I undress you?"

"Please..." you kiss him on his cheek. "My Sannie."

A grin forms on his lips. He starts from pulling your knitted sweater off, revealing your black bra filled with your plump breasts. Then his hands goes from your behind to unzip your skirt. You helped him by getting up a little so he can pull it down in a go.

"Hmm." He bow down his head and lay his cheek on your thighs.

"You're so warm..." you murmur. You placed your hand on his bare face.

"I'm warm because of you." He raise his head to look at you. "I am alive because of you."

"San..." you call his name and kiss his forehead.

The way San say you are his everything and his life can sound exaggerated to others. However for him, he meant it. And people will understand why he says it like that if they know the full story how he and you met.

***

You two met more than two years ago. You were on your way home from your work at night. You decided to drop by a pharmacy to buy your first aid kit supplies because you've ran out. You are clumpsy and usually hurt yourself when cooking so you always need it refilled from time to time.

And then while you were on your walk, under the pouring rain, you heard noises from a dark alley just a few blocks away from the pharmacy. At first you wanted to just ignore it but then the moment you saw the guys guys wearing baggy clothes and masks, you made sure you made a sound that will startle them thinking someone is coming. It was effective coz they fled.  You saw them ran and you panicked but luckily they didn't hear or saw you. As you were hiding from across the street.

You waited a few minutes before completely running across to check who got hurt.

When you got there, San was on the floor. He was beaten up, sitting and his back leaning on the wall. His eyes were closed and not answering you when you asled him if he's fine so what you did was dial the hotline, for help.

However, after a few rings San abruptly grabs your phone and ends the call.

"What are you doing?" You asked, panicking. "We need to call the ambulance... or the police..."

"No." San insisted. "I can't go to a hospital."

"Why not? You're bleeding!"

Blood was running down the concrete and straight to the drainage.

"It's not deep." He mumbled

"What the heck? You are bleeding! You might die!"

He smiled at you even his face was bruised and his one eye barely opening. "If you keep talking loud... they'll come back. And then we'll both die."

You covered your mouth and looked around.

"Just help me get up and go to my car."

"Are you sure?" You say quietly

"Yes. I can't go to the hospital nor the police right now." He grunted as he tries to get up slowly. You helped him immediately. "I have my first aid kit in my car."

"I have to... in my bag." You said as you try to carry his weight, his arm around you.

"Good girl." He said.

You helped him with his cut. You are not the bravest person in the world but back then you managed to clean his cut,  staple it, covered it with bandage and even helped him get into his new set of clothes.

Yeah, the day you first met San you already saw him naked. You were stunmed when he asked you to undress him completely especially when you saw his length up close and personal. But you forced yourself to be focus that time. And hurray to that you managed to undress and dress him.

"I'm sorry... this is our first time meeting..." he said, grunting in pain.

"It's fine. Glad I could help." You said as you finally relax beside him at the backseat.

"You're wet."

"Excuse me?" Your eyes widened, making laugh

"I meant... your clothes."

"Oh." You blushed so bad. Embarassed.

"I have one extra shirt. It's big enough to be your dress... if you want to..."

You didn't answered him.

"I'll look away. Promise."

"Okay. I don't want to get sick."

You picked the extra black shirt from his luggage. You started to undress the second he looked away. The car is heavily tinted and the parking lot is closed so no one is around except you two and his car. So you felt a bit at ease undressing even you should not.

Long story short. After that night, San became obsessed with you.

He thanked you hundred of times and made sure to get to know you. He thought he was doing all of it because he's just thankful. That's it. But then even just a stranger, when you almost got into trouble because of his life, he learn how important you are to him.

Since then San kept you safe. You have guards 24/7 and always around you. And because of that almost incident, you can't publicy reveal your relationship.

***

"Your scent...I love how you smell..." he murmurs. "It's the same scent I smelled when we first met." He kisses your skin in between your thighs.

Slowly he peels the thights off you revealing your cold skin.

"You're wet." He smiles again. Then kisses your stomach sending chills all over your body.

"Because of you..." you say as you lay your back on the bed.

He climbs on top of you slowly as he kisses every inch of skin. "My one and only..." he hums

"Your one and only..." you say before closing your eyes and absorbing all the sparky kisses he's giving you.

He pauses when he reached your shoulder so he can slip off his shirt, exposing his buff yet lean body.

"Look at me." He says

You open your eyes, seeing his pecks, firm arms and tight abs. "You're so beautiful..." you mumble

He leans back down so he could kiss you again. He sucks your tongue before he insert his to your mouth. Exploring every bits of you.

"Oh San..." you moan his name as you switch places with him.

You are now on top. Lips still attached to his whilst you unhook your bra and throw it on the floor.

You take his hand and make sure he gets a handful of you. "Damn..." he snarls looking down and admiring your bouncy breast.

"I love it when you touch me." You breathe as you watch him enjoy squishing your boobs while you move your hips, making sure your clothed wet core is rubbing over his still covered dick.

"You sound naughty..." he smirks, reaching for another kiss.

"Only for you." You kiss back.

Everything is going smoothly and steamy between you two. You continue to make out and enjoy every bits of moment you can have. Not until San's phone rings.

"Oh for fuck's sake." He throws his head back, frustrated.

"Answer it. It might be important..." you say as you stop kissing and licking his peck.

"I'll make it quick." He says before he picks up the call. "Yes?" His voice changes in seconds. Firm and husky.

You don't mind him working like being on meetings or doing phone calls when you are together. You understand his job. All that matters to you is, he's with you.

***

The call have now passed 15minutes. You are starting to get bored. You know the call is important. It sounds important. However, you are as horny as fuck. You two have been making out and teasing each others kinks since earlier so your naughty hat is on.

You smile to yourself as an idea hits you. "I love you..." you whisper, which he can only hear.

His glances down at you quickly, smiling, before he continued listening to the person across the line.

The smile is not enough for you as a reaction. You get up on your knees and kneel between his legs. He is watching you. You already got his attention just by showing him again your figure.

"I love you..." you whisper again. But this time it sounded more alluring.

You bend down to reach the waistband of his sweatpants and pull it down, just enough to let his length free. He is hard as a rock.

"Baby..." he whispers his phone is away from his face.

"I'm entertaining myself as I wait." You answer.

"Ah, yes I'm still here. Sorry." He says to the person he's talking too.

Lowering your head, you open your mouth and let your tongue touch the tip of his length. You could feel his body tenses as you do it more.

"Ahm... yeah. I get it." His voice breaks for a bit there. He cleared his throat and then grabs your one wrist with his free hand. "Maybe... we should wait." He says

He is referring to you but I guess his answer matches the topic they are talking about. But as you being a tiny bit naughty tonight, you shake your head and continued to tease him.

Giving him little kisses and licks at the beginning before fully sucking him hard and whole.

You watch him as pleasure him. He's working so hard not the break and moan your name like the usual.

You know he likes what you are doing. He is leaking and his length is twitching at every swirl of your tongue around it.

"Can we talk about this some other day?" He snaps. "I just need to fuck my girlfriend now or I'll explode." He was silent for three seconds and then, "good." Then he ends the call and throws his phone on the floor.

"Who is that?" You got worried by him saying he'll fuck you instead of continueing the business call.

"It's Seonghwa. And don't worry about him." He grabs you by your hair pulls you a bit closer. "Focus on sucking my dick... and make me cum."

A grin spreads across your lips. "What will be my reward... if I make you..." you then teasingly lick from bottom to tip. "Cum?"

He grabs you by your jaw and kisses the corner of your lips. "I'll fuck you 'till sunrise and make sure you can't walk... meaning you will need my help for you to visit your parents..."

You giggle, excited and challenged. "Okay... challenge accepted."

[heartseungbin]

BAD BOYS S.C,H.H

synopsis; changbin and hyunjin take advantage of your kindess.

warnings; boys getting a punishment, lots of cryin and whining, none that i know of really

notes; none that i know of, request for @cvpiddzz, fem!reader

you were so kind to them all the time.

even when they would test you, hands riding up your thighs under the table at dinner parties or them subtly touching each other in the bathroom during their bathroom breaks they took together.

you were always so kind to them, knowing they were going against your rules.

you were so linient with them, all kind words and coos.

making sure to never raise your voice at them despite them deserving it most times.

at some point you're sure they were taking advantage of your kindness, and you couldn't have that could you?

it was half past midnight when you made it home, fatigue setting it's way deep into your skin and bones, making you let out unexpected yawns and sighs.

you had trouble keeping your eyes open and on the rode, sending a quick text to the groupchat with your boys, making sure they knew you were on your way.

your brow furrowed when you didn't get an immediate text back, assuming they were probably asleep.

after all, they did have practice to go too today as it was twelve in the morning.

you finally arrive home, fumbling with the keys tiredly. you unlock the door and all is silent downstairs. you remove your things, shoes and coat thrown about lazily.

those would be picked up later on today you thought passivley, gathering up the energy to climb the stairs to your long awaited bedroom.

your about halfway up the stairs before you hear it, a pathetic sounding whimper from your bedroom door. your eyes slightly widen, not expecting to hear such noises.

the door is slightly left ajar, allowing you to peak in through the small crack. the scene before you makes your eyes widen in disbelief, not believing your eyes.

you spot Hyunjin on top of Changbin, grinding their pathetic dicks together, grinding against each other roughly. Changbin's strong arms wrapped around Hyunjin's delicate neck, desperately kissing any inch of skin he can find.

it's a pathetic display and you make sure to let them know it.

"How pathetic." you voice, brow arched in question and arms crossed in disappointment.

Hyunjin stiffens in his place on top of Changbin with a high whine, flopping on top of him tiredly.

"Didn't seem tired a second ago when you were grinding your disgusting dick onto his." you grit, making Changbin whimper at your unusually harsh words.

Changbin scrambles to apologize, has the sense to do so, whereas Hyunjin sits pathetically, unusually silent.

"What do you have to say for yourselves?" You say casually, knowing your usual kindness is no where to be found tonight.

"Silence? but you were both oh so loud grinding against each other with naught to show for it." you spit, making eye contact with both off them.

Changbin visibly shivers, biting his lip.

"Hyunjin get up." you bark, making him flinch. He sits up on the bed quickly, suddenly feeling coy.

"Since you were both so eager to fuck and hump like dogs go ahead, fuck him Hyunjin."

He flips over at your words, positioning himself above Changbin once again. You come close now, close enough for Hyunjin to feel your warm breathes fanning against his neck.

Goosebumps run against his skin, skin tingling where your touch on his skin lingers. His whole body shudders, and you become aware of his nakedness and your fully clothed body.

He suddenly blushes, likely noticing the difference also. you smirk, running a hand through his hair softly.

You tug the hair harshly, pulling his head back onto your shoulder.

He moans, eyes closed and jaw dropped open.

"Go ahead, fuck him." you whisper directly into his ear, making him open his eyes.

He lifts his head off your shoulder and you reach down to grab his dick, guiding it into Changbin's lubed hole.

Changbin moans at the pressure against his hole and you grab at Hyunjin's lithe waist, pushing him into Changbin.

Changbin's hands are clenching and unclenching, looking for something to grab at.

You bend Hyunjin over him, providing him with something to keep him grounded; Hyunjin's shoulders.

He begins his thrusts shakily, not quite yet finding a rhythm.

You step away from them both, watching as Hyunjin takes his lower lip between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed with concentration.

Changbin is thrashing under him, hands touching every part of Hyunjin's back he can, ever so reactive and attentive to Hyunjin's every thrust into his body.

They completely contradict each other, Hyunjin sweating and panting but silent but focused, while Changbin is loud and sobbing, hands exploring every inch of Hyunjin's back, moaning directly into Hyunjin's ear.

Hyunjin takes two fingers and shoves them into Changbin's open mouth, Changbin closing his mouth and swirling his tongue around them instantly.

The scene feels familiar and you smile, feeling a sense of pride well up in you, knowing you taught both of them well.

Hyunjin takes his fingers out of Changbin's mouth, spreading the wetness between his fingers.

He extends a hand to reach for Changbin's cock, wrapping a loose hand around him and roughly jerking him off.

Hyunjin's fucking gets even more sloppy with how tired Hyunjin is, Changbin feeling the effects of his sloppy thrusts.

Changbin's head slacks, head turning towards you crying out.

"Please!" he sobs, the first words he's said to you since the punishment started.

"Please what?" your reply is immediate, the mocking in your voice making him whimper.

"Not enough, more please more," he whines, attempting to push Hyunjin off of him, wanting you.

Hyunjin continues with his messy thrusts panting, clearly attempting to prove to you he could do better.

"Stop." you say, the command sounding final and absolute.

He stops his feeble thrusts into Changbin, opting for grinding into him.

You walk towards them, grabbing Hyunjin by the waist and slowly guiding him out of Changbin.

He comes out of Changbin with a lewd plop, making Hyunjin moan at the loss.

"Changbin," you call out between the panting and the heavy breathing.

"Your turn," you say, helping Hyunjin lay on his back. Changbin whimpers, crawling near you at the edge of the bed. You bring a hand up to touch his face, guiding his face towards you.

You look into his eyes, "Since you wanted to be punished so bad, here you go."

you smirk, grabbing his hand and helping him to his feet at the edge of the bed.

Hyunjin is looking up at both of you from his spot on the bed, limbs splayed out and tired, legs laying limply over the edge of the bed.

You position Changbin in front of him, grabbing him by the hips similar to the way you did Hyunjin.

You grab his cock from behind, fingers already lubed. Changbin is leaking heavily, pre leaking from him like a faucet.

He arches into your touch, whimpering sweetly. You spread his pre come around the head of his dick, rubbing lightly.

You take some pre come from his leaking dick, reaching over to sit in front of Hyunjin.

You spread it around on his hole, pushing the tip of your finger in.

you place another hand on top of his stomach, grounding him onto his place on the bed.

He moans, hands grabing at the sheets. You continue like this, adding up to three fingers.

You finally decide he's ready, pulling your fingers out of him slowly you wipe the wetness off on his thigh.

"Go ahead Bin,"

You say, observing the pair from the other side of the bed.

Changbin guides his cock into Hyunjin and begins what looks like an awkward grind.

Hyunjin whines, you both know Changbin isn't nearly as big enough as Hyunjin is built to take. His eyes find yours, hand searching for yours.

You know despite his effort, Changbin isn't even close to the boys prostate, probably frustrating him more than making him feel good.

His dark brown eyes well up with tears, regret written all over his pretty face.

"Thought about your actions both of you?" you smirk, tilting your head at them.

It was then that Hyunjin noticed that you had your special strap attached and the thought leaves Hyunjin wondering at what point you got up and left his sight.

His sight, it is a bit blurred, is the figure he's clawing and reaching for even you? He's not sure but the tears welling up in his eyes finally fall, clearing his vision.

That is you.

You were speaking, he just didn't know what exactly you were saying.

The ringing in his ears is high and loud and he blinks.

once.

twice.

and for a third and final time he blinks before everything comes rushing back to him in full force.

He doesn't know when Changbin had slid out of him and when you had taken his spot, thrusting into him wildly leaving him clawing at the sheets.

He doesn't know at what point you gave Changbin permission to finger himself next to you both or when his own fingers had been grabbing his thigh for dear life.

He feels unreal, he can barley recognize the sounds coming out of his own mouth, sounding far away.

You bend over him, thrusting that much deeper into him, halting to a grind. You lean over him on your forearms, his moans flying directly into your ear.

"You wanted to be a bad boy," you say with a huff, panting from the effort of your thrusts.

"So this is how your being treated," you say, and he faintly registers your fingers smoothing over his chest before you take one of his nipples between your fingers and pinch.

He arches into the touch, eyes clamped shut and his moan falling open in a silent moan, hands scrambling to find something to hold on too.

You use your free hand to push him back onto the bed, forcing a cry out of him.

His pretty eyes finally open, tears leaking from them.

You reach down, taking his cock into your hand and jerking him off in time with your thrusts.

He lets out a strangled gasp, shaking like a leaf in your hold. He comes with a sob, hole clenching around your strap.

At the same time you hear Changbin let out a similar sob, turning to see come painting his stomach.

He flopped back onto the bed, breathing heavily.

You slowly pull out of Hyunjin, making him whimper in overstimulation.

The room was silent for a beat as you removed the strap, listening to the loud and heavy breaths from both boys.

"I'll be back boys," you say, glancing over them both. You quickly move to grab water from the fridge and some towels and wipes from the bathroom.

You come back to find them a tangle of limbs, Changbin's leg wrapped around Hyunjin's torso and Hyunjin's arm wrapped around Changbin's other leg.

The sight makes you laugh, a warming feeling filling your chest at the visual.

They both look at you when you walk in, Changbin sitting up and motioning for you to come over. You do, preparing the wipes to wipe them both down.

"You first baby since you're already up." you say to Changbin, wiping down his thighs and stomach with a warm towel. You hand him a water bottle along with a kiss on the lips.

You do the same for Hyunjin, making him smile softly.

"You both took your punishment so well babies," you say with a smile, finally settling down on the bed.

Fatigue is finally catching up to you, your eyes fluttering shut as you faintly register both of them snuggling up to you on either side.

[roses-dreams-andthorns]

Hey there! Stumbled onto your blog and got interested.

Could I request Ace, Riddle, Malleus, Leona, and Jamil with an s/o making them a feast to congratulate them?

ofc friendo! Trey thinks this will be cute-

(sorry for the lateness on requests! school stuff again...)

𝙲𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝!

Characters: Ace Trappola, Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Jamil Viper, Malleus Draconia (all separate)

𝓐𝓬𝓮 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓪

Woah! You seriously prepared all this for him? Just for him? Every last bit of food... is for him? And you're giving him all this because of a high mark on his most recent test? Geez, you're generous! You must also be really proud of him to be going out of your way to make every last dish, he'd feel bad to eat all your hard work, but he'd also feel bad to not eat it! But theres no way he's finishing it all in one sitting... so help him out a bit, of course, he's totally not telling you to have some just so you two can dine together, no, no, not at all! You are the cook, so you should have your share!

On the outside, he acts prideful and confident; "Hah! I know I did good!", "I totally deserve this for all my hard work!"

But on the inside; "They seriously went out if their way to do all this for me? How can I thank them?? Think Ace, Think!"

He's like a flustered mess in there. He looks at your smiling face and can't help but blush, his heart is beating so fast for you... you'd never know unless you could hear it beating, and he hopes you can't.

ℜ𝔦𝔡𝔡𝔩𝔢 ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰

This is all for him? But why? Why spend all your time preparing all this just for him? Sure, he may have just accomplished a big achievement, but he doesn't believe he deserves this... You had everything set up perfectly, the table was fancied up with candles, a fancy tablecloth, attractive cutlery and plates, hell, even the food was looking stunning! He didn't know what to say to your kind jesture, but when you had gently placed your hands on his shoulders, and led him to his seat, he could feel the pace of his heart quicken to what felt like 60 beats per second, surely that is not healthy... but at the same time, he liked the feeling of the butterflies in his stomach, and his fluttering heart. He didn't know what to say... or what to do, but he felt like he didn't want this sweet moment between you and him to end.

𝕃𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕒 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕣

So you prepared all this for him...? Every piece of meat that sit on the plates that lay across this table... is all for him? He is flabbergasted, he never expected anyone to celebrate him like this, and especially for it to be an occasion celebrating such a small achievement, he may have a smug face on the outside, but in the inside, he just doesn't know what to say. He wants to pay you, his herbivore, back for all the kindess you showed him since you had first met, but he is unsure how... do you like jewelry? maybe he can get you some... gardening? maybe he can find some way to get you your own garden... the possibilites are endless...

Jamil Viper

"Reader... you know you don't have to do all this for me."

He'd be thankful, of course, but he brings himself to believe he doesn't deserve it... He is just a mere servant, after all. Only those of royalty should be celebrated with such a grand feast! Yet here you are, setting up a long dining table, a fancy table cloth, candles laid about, plus other fancy decor, fancy dishes and utensils, a warm and cozy atmosphere... all of it meant for him, and only him...

Sure, he just completed some huge achievement, but he believes he is completely undeserving of this, but when you gently guide him over to his seat, calmly sitting beside him, and passing him different foods to try out, he chooses to accept it. You always know how to make him feel special...

Malleus Draconia

His child of man prepared this all for him... he can't help but smile! To have the very person he cares so greatly for congradulate him like this for such a great achievement... it fills him with a warm, soft feeling. He sits down at the table, and immediately brings you to join him. Without you, how can he fully enjoy it? Without you... there is no joy, despite this all being made by your hand... without your presense, it feels empty. So please join him for this celebration feast.

[ughhhdavid]

Rewatching their dinner with this in mind made me notice some stuff.

Trent's face when Ted compliments his writing!!!! He looks so sad! I don't think he experiences these kinds of genuine compliments very often!

His reaction to Ted saying he enjoyed "getting to" spend time with him! Ted is acting like it's a privilege, an honor. Trent's response is almost derogatory. "You actually mean that, don't you?" It must be another sign of Ted being out of touch, that he has no idea what he's doing. Surely, it must be a display of poor judgment on his part. Because what kind of person would enjoy spending time with him?? What kind of person would have the gall to enjoy his presence?

Trent built these walls, he looked for the worst in people and tried to expose them in order to keep them at a distance. Because it was safer to hurt everyone else, than to let anyone in and have his worst belief about himself be confirmed: that he was unlovable. So he settled for being feared.

Meanwhile Ted had so much to lose going into that interview. Rebecca set it up in order to ruin his reputation even further! But he chose to treat Trent with kindess and respect. Not like a prick who could destroy his career, but like a friend, a "cool person", a talented writer. No wonder Trent's heart exploded! Ted did something no one has done before! He saw the best in him, all that which Trent couldn't allow himself to show the world, he made him see that, even at this point, he still deserved to be loved!!

[sammyluvr]

okay but what would sam do for work when he’s left the life? me personally I’m thinking him & his s/o struggle for a while and sam’s defeat CHUCK so he’s not crying or anything but he’s still a little anxious because he wants the best for you and he loves you but he’s never held onto a job in his life and as of now you’re the only one working and you’re paying rent for an apartment that you asked him to move into because he was staying at a hotel and he kind of panics here because he can’t afford to pay half the rent.

he’d maybe get a job somewhere like coffee shop or library but he knows in unsustainable with the both of you wanting to live the rest of your life together (one day he knows he’ll want to marry you and he can’t do that working minimum wage) but he does nothing about it yet. still grieving his brother and all that.

but you look for jobs at LAW FIRMS and he maybe falls in love with you a little harder and it was four years of his life he didn’t magically forget all his work in school so he probably gets a job at one of the lesser known firms and starts studying again to refresh his mind and he’s actually genuinely healing. because with him and dean stanford was a big no no shut up we can’t talk about it but with you you always celebrate him like ‘you got a 174 I’m pretty sure any firm will take you no matter how long it’s been’.

and he’s in love with you and he works his way up the ladder and gets to work at a very big law firm and you help him heal from his trauma (not the supernatural drama, more like the repressed family trauma) and you gush live happily ever after.

did I go a little overboard? possibly, but the truth of the matter is, sam deserves to be healed. but with lots of angst first where he’s scared you guys are gonna go broke and that you won’t love him because he can’t provide.

— kiss

UGH I LOVE THISSSS NO SUCH THINK AS GOING OVERBOARD ABOUT SAM IN THIS HOUSEHOLD !!! <333

he absolutely deserves healing and peace and kindess and gentleness and stability and a house and someone who loves him unconditionally T_T

he's a lot better on the toxic masculinity front than lots of characters, but he is still the protector type and might feel stressed/bad about not being able to provide for you right away. but you're understanding and don't care about that! you just care about him and holding him and loving him and having him be yours.

personally i imagine him going back to law school! he's definitely smart enough to get back into school with some studying and i love the idea of supporting him so lovingly and enthusiastically. this stresses him out too because it's so expensive!! but you say it's worth a shot to see what scholarships he can get and like. he really is sososo incredibly smart and i think he'd be able to get good scholarships that really help him out. plus, he'd be smart enough to be such a great lawyer that he climbs up the chain pretty quickly to making more money. it's pretty unconventional for him to start so late i assume, but i feel like there's no reason for him not to!

and maybe he doesn't want to be a lawyer anymore, so he goes to get a masters in something else! maybe he decides to be a professor or teacher of some sort! i think he'd love that too <33

wagh i love thim so much <33

[moon-blanket]

Oh my god the next part came Super Fast let's GET IT

They way he told them to sit. Hi ! hey. Okay i'm sitting.

Damn the Bennetts tried to get other Houses to join the endeavor about CloseKnit. Good riddance then.

William didn't "banish" Porter after his scuffle with Vincent, just a convenient way of him doing his job with less suspicion ? Since he techincally wasn't "affiliated" with House Solaire anymore ?

William ordered PORTER to do it all ? Using the Summit as a way to carry out a "Favor" for another House in the Council ? Seizing the assets of the House of Bennett in the outcome ??

Holy fuck, just how powerful is Porter. That whole murder/alibi plan of his is Wild.

Okay William not wanting to wait around for another 1500 lives lost to get eyes pointed on House Bennett and get the ball rolling. That's a slay. I get it.

I'm with Vincent, What's the logic of all of this !! This "Game" is confusing !!

What is William's part in this !! What is he doing right now !!

I don't blame Vincent for "seeing in black and white" in this moment ! His world is actively crashing down around him, everyone he trusts is in on Something but Him and Lovely (maybe Sam, who knows), and it's out of NOWHERE ! If this didn't happen, who knows how long this would have been hidden from him ! He has the right to be upset about it !!

William thinks of Vincent as his actual child, loves him like a son :( enough to not want his hands dirty. Knowing that he shouldn't have turned him, his biggest regret, saying what he did to Vincent was wrong..... I actively had to pause and cry on the floor for a good five minutes.

GREAT Reminder from Porter that William isn't a Saint. He doesn't have to be ! He is still a good man, who does good things !!!!! The ways that these results are obtained is rather questionable, but what comes from it cannot be denied !!

He took Porter in and gave him a new life, showed him unending kindess. That's how you obtain allies !! Bonds that truly matter !!! All the things William feels for those in his House are genuine !!!!!!!! He cares for all of them so deeply !!!!!!!!!

The circumstances of Porter's turning is very interesting. Turned by a Mass Maker, constantly invocated and used for his powers in a way he had no say in. Running and Running until he found William, who cleaned him up and mentored him on his powers. That's very nice :(

I'm glad Porter understands that the experience he had was not universal. I'm glad he has the perspective of Vincent's, and i'm glad Vincent has the perspective of Porter's.

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Overall, I'm very glad that the Two of them (Three, since Lovely sat in on it) had that talk. It was definitely not the most pleasant or comfortable, given the circumstances, but it was absolutely Needed.

And if anything, it's a step in the right direction for both Porter and Vincent. They learned a little bit more about (and from) each other during this whole Event. They may have wildly vast differences, jarringly so. But there is something inside of both of them that is so strikingly similar to me, even if I can't put a finger on it. I don't expect them to be Best Friends after this, but hopefully they have some level of understanding with each other after this. And maybe become the slightest bit nicer to each other, even if it takes a while.

(I see why William wanted Shaw Pack there, since they were all looking into CloseKnit. He let them see some evidence to get DUMP on the ball, as well as some actual justice for the Inversion. But geez, that could have gone bad !)

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This was a GREAT audio. Poor Vincent and Lovely. They deserve a LONG fuckin' break after all is said and done. Please let them be happy for ONCE lmfao.

Still love you with my life Porter I'll do anything for you by the way.

[melusineisthebestest]

So I have a scene for Guinevere in my head but no story to actually put it in... so I'm just haphazardly putting it here.

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The Queen of Camelot is an unassuming Servant, seeming almost out of place in a Holy Grail War. Though she is a Ruler, so it makes sense to a point. She is an arbiter, not a fighter. She is meant to remain outside of combat unless to enforce the rules of the ritual.

So normally she stands by, as she has before, to watch warriors and knights do battle. Alone as always, she stands tall and beautiful, kindess in her smile and sorrow in her eyes. Hair like silver starlight glimmers and twinkles, catching the eyes and admiration of those around her.

But now she stands in opposition to danger. She is meant to be the perfect Queen, and ideal. It's what she has to be. But she never once knew what that was? Was it only a woman who stood behind her king, to be supportive and beautiful to behold? Or was she supposed to bevat her king's side, sharing in the burdens that was rested atop their fair head?

Guinevere didn't know the answer. She was still uncertain of it. And she wasn't sure she could do either, as she never understood her king and what was needed of her. She loved the ideal of the King of Knights... but did she ever love the person behind that title? Oh how many tears she shed lamenting over that question.

But now was not the time for tears. The threat was looming, and she new her powers, even as a servant, could not hold it at bay forever. But the Queen had one power that could. A power she feared to use.

It was a simple ability, to summon forth her faithful knight. But who would that be? That's what she feared. Would her call even be answered? The guilt in her heart was like a weighted stome, making her believe that she didn't deserve to have her call answered. For to her, she was the causer of ruin. She was too weak to be the ideal Queen and she fell in love with that man, brought him down to madness, caused the ruin of Camelot, and the death of her beloved King.

From that night until her death and even to this day, she dreams of being forgiven. An impossible wish that not even a Holy Grail could grant... but right now, she has to face her fears. She must try, or else all will be brought to ruin.

"Please... save me, my knight!"

Before her, a flash of light comes and pushes away the dark, and there stands a dazzling figure of blue and silver. Alone as always, she stands resolute and strong, gentleness in her face and ferocity in her eyes. Hair like golden sunlight shines, catching the eyes and awe of the woman behind her.

"My King..." Guinevere said with a trembling voice, tears streaking down her cheeks, "You've come."

The King of Knights turned to her and gave her a kind smile she had not seen before. A gloved hand touched her cheek, wiping away a tear, "I'm sorry I did not come sooner. I hope that you can forgive me, My Queen, though I may not deserve it."

With that, Guinevere openly began to weep, embracing her beloved King, her Knight, her Artoria.

"O Artoria Pendragon. How I've missed you."

[lightbulb-warning]

[MAJORLY uncoherent anecdotal storytine:]

entertainment value: mild

cw: blood exams (not described in detail), vague mentions to struggles that aren't elaborated on, tmi personal rambling written by someone who is loopy from blood loss aka bad grammar/syntax/morphology/yeah also this got long whoops

im feeling mega loopy cuz blood exam (dundnt faint!! how outstanding of me. iamcurrently instanding. batumtssk!!i lie down now.)

but AT the blood exam a newer nurse stopped by and my usual nurse was like "PIVELLA meet [redacted <- (me. im redacted.)] this kid is a STAPLE in this department bla bla" and wow mom look im famius!! it only took me getting my blood displaced and stared at medically and faintinf a lot very often hshahahaah

the usual nurse is so NICE she's been doing my blood check traslocations since ive been like 15 i think maybe earlier?? idk idk i love her she's so nice and a kickass lady and she bullies all her coworkers and also me a lot!!! bully as in teasing she's nice yeah anyway yeah

me having to get my blood checked often is really inconvenient and kinda sucks!!! because i get koed and fuck if i can do anything for the next 24hs blegh but but BUT this lady has seen my grow up and seenbthe fuck up my life became and is seeing me pick up the peices abd whenever she sees me in the waiting room she shouts "its YOU" very dramatically and the staff has inside jokes about me and my dumv unoptimezed blood stats and thats REALLY NICE SOBS

like i dont wanna make a fable moral out of it like live love kaugh kindess uwu because realistacally, when i was fucked up previously (in the way that was bad compared to how i am fucked up now. funny joke. laugh.) i didn't gove two shits about people being nice to me because i was a massive hater and hated myself most (loser behavior!!!! the world hates you already love yourself out of SPITE!!!!!!!!!!) so people going out of their way to make a horrible situation slightly less horrible for me COMPLETELY went over my head "broom broom autopilot kill crush destroy ourselves!!!" (<- that's what my head looked like.ew there's no whimsy and silly in there, gross!! jk baby me gets the reatroactive love myself treatment bc noone els ecan do that for me!! what was i saying) and yeah i wasn't neurobiologically capable of giving two shits about anything, especially some random nurse going out of her way to crack jokes but idk i appreciated now!!! and she realizes i appreciate it now!!! and it's nothing big or grandiose i guess the world is still turning and nothing in the essential state of things changes bc i did a navelgazey testimony of WOW SOMETIMES THINGS CAN BE OKAY OCASSIONALLY HOLY SHIT?? but also!!! if i don't do it!!!!!!! who will!!???????

aesop would prolly write about foxes and grapes and terracotta pottery and crows and things being okay with time, but ME, a certified "just some guy", is gonna ramble about " it's gonna be okay" semantics because its!! been!! bullshit!! BUT THAT'S OKAY!!!!

shit got SO MUCH worse than what i could've imagined in my catastrophation!!!!!! id wasted my life preparing and planning for all the plans Ds and Gs and Js and Zs because my situation was FUCKED and i didn't have power to fix it, and too bad!!! SHIT HAPPENS AND IT SUCKS!!! time isn't gonna fix SHIT!!!!!! time is just a tracker of when!!! time does no good time does no harm!!!! what time did give my stupid fucking idiot idiot lovely self was time to change!!! not in just "omg change your perspective ✨" (which can be really really really important!! but you shouldn't take anyone's shit just because you see their perspective!!!! no you don't deserve to be treated like shit!!!!!! they don't deserve to get away with treating anyone like shit!!!!! what makes you so special that the world's evil needs to converge upon you?? you're just some guy!! they're just some guy!!! you be nice to you!!)

time is just there!! what does get okay with time is being!!! your enemy is no longer gonna cause you stress once you outlive them!!! you can be better than your yesterday self at any time!!! life goes on if you fuck up everything and you CAN do whatever you want with the peices!!! FAIL!!! FEAR!!! if we're scared we do it scared!!! it's not gonna be okay because its gonna be perfect, it's gonna be okay because it CAN be different!!

im still not """""fixed""""" , im still screwing things up and i still don't really understand what exactly is """""wrong""""" with me and that's okay for now, and hey!! i am capable of having a nice interaction with someone!!!! that's progress.

massive tangent lmao

local tumblr user gets some blood consensually stolen, has a positive interaction with someone, goes home and starts preaching at [unidentified recipient] jesus fucking christ maiora go to sleep this isn't the time for monologues

tl;dr: someone was nice to me just to be nice and im happy because i wouldn't have been able to appreciate it previously and it's nice to see people being nice for the sake of it

im nap now buh bye thanks for reading have a night or day!!!! be nice to you i can't do that for you!!! /lh

<3

[journeysfable]

My friend told me to be kind to myself but I genuinely don't think I'm deseeving of kindness

I've yelled at my stepdad several times. I didn't mean to. I did it before I even realized I was gonna do it.

Forget basic manners.

I forget a lot of things. I forget chores mostly. I struggle to do my chores and then other people do them right before I do.

I think I generally come off as rude. Like subconsciously. I misunderstood what my stepdad asked me. He said "Are all the dishes done being washed?" (Which I then processed an entire convo in my head. I thought if I said yes he'd point to the rest of the dishes sink and say I wasn't done. Which would be out of character for him.) I said "Yes but those aren't mine." He repeated the question several times and at some point I said "I've washed all the dishes. Well, all of my dishes" which considering I later found out the dishes in the sink were his, probably sounded rude, when I just intended to emphasise. And throughout my life people have laughed at me rolling my eyes when I swear I didn't, and commented on me looking upset or grumpy when I was fine or even happy.

(I wonder if thats one my main issues is trying to process entire conversations ahead of time. Or reading into every single sentence and every possible implication. Idk what that says about me yet)

I keep accidentally turning people against my stepdad when venting. Those people are usually my Mom and grandma, which leads to my stepdad getting in trouble

I make so many assumptions

Keep forgetting basic manners. Just doesn't occure to me. I forget to say "please" or "excuse me" I usually just wait or try to dodge people. Last one Might've started in school when no matter how loud I was nobody heard me in crowds so it was just easier to wait, dodge, and weave. But now its a rude habit. I don’t even notice when I'm in other people's way

Accidentally let somebody steal a ds game

Accidentally let my rats chew through one of my stepdad's fav blankets. (He let me use it to cover their cage and keep them warm through a power outage. I didn't realize I'd wrap their cage tight enough for them to grab nor did I realize it was valued. Should've been more careful anyway)

I genuinely can't think of reason to be kind to myself because every day I'm a bitch. I don't even mean to be. Feels like I exist and I ruin people's day. But my friend told me to be kind to myself and now I'm conflicted. Im also just getting tired of being kind to myself. Idk what to.

Idk how to be kind to myself.

Gen q: Do I even deserve kindess?

I don't know what to do.

[bisolationist]

Wtf wtf im soooo mad. Why are women blaming me for having a female abuser do they fucking think i got to pick the sex of that fucking bitch. The first fucking thing that comes out of their mouth is "well maybe she's...." followed by a buttload of excuses. Maybe she's had a bad childhood, maybe because she's under pressure because we live in misginsytic society and your dad doesn't help her. Maybe because this because that what the actual fuck.

I've seen these women treat "normal" abuse survivors with the utmost grace and kindness but because my experience was different I don't get to be affected by my personal experiences.

If I express discomfort at having to visit a female gyno, being alone with a woman, being scared of women and all that im a whiny asshole who doesn't understand what real abuse is and it doesn't even matter anyway because men are worse just get over it already.

Why the fuck won't they let me by traumatized peacefully why are they punishing me for my abuse. The day I told my best fucking friend how I felt uncomfortable when the first girl I've ever been intimate with wouldn't stop when I told her to she said well she would never do that, I felt my heart break into million pieces.

Idk what other women want from me do you want me to apologize because the people who took advantage me were both women is that waht you want. Why the fuck is it surprising for you that a person who was abused/sexually assaulted or whatver by a woman might not be comfortable around women.

Why couldn't you have been nice to me. I didn't even ask you to fight for me or fight for victims of female abuse/SA. All I expected was inaction. I expected you to not belittle my pain I expected you to not find excuses for them i expected you to not react poorly because I fucking know you know how to react towards victims of abuse. Why couldn't you have extended that sympathy to me ?? Why does all your sympathy go towards understanding why my mom abused me

I've never done anything bad to you why would you do this to me?? What did I do to deserve this from you ?. You talk all day about female/class solidarity whatever you wanna call it but yeah

I'm sorry if it feels like I'm alshing out at you. Im not <3 you're a really nice guy. It's just that I feel like other women's kindess/support etc is extremely conditional and men would use what happened to me as an excuse to be misogynistic assholes.

I'm so sorry you have to go through this anon. I understand the frustration so much, especially at the fact that people are always trying to make excuses. I've definitely had that with my mother. I'm actually very cognizant of the ways misogyny has impacted her life; it doesn't mean her abuse was in any way mitigated or justified and bringing it up as an excuse is completely fucked up. I can't even imagine someone trying to go down that line with my rapist; I would lose it. That's part of why I never ever talk about it IRL. You're not wrong for dealing with your trauma in your own way. Nor are you wrong for wishing you could have a little compassion and understanding from people that claim to be on the side of victims. The only thing I want to say is that, I would be careful of implying victims of male abusers are generally treated well. They also get awful treatment from women and men alike. I know you were complaining about individuals, but since you are an anon I want to clarify so it doesn't get generalized. Sorry just thought it was worth mentioning.

[miguelpocholo]

Hi,

This is me writing to myself.

I'm a loser.

The loser who believed in the kindness of humanity, but experienced how humans work.

The loser who thought what his parents did was normal and what "normal parents" did was special.

The kind that people think is gonna be okay, but isn't.

The kind that seems "capable" but is having frequent meltdowns from time to time.

The kind that was born in a "good society" but fits in poverty.

The kind that nobody would help. Some people helped me but other people benefited from the help, not me.

The kind that would get nagged why I'm in a situation like this, because they all expected me to fuck this up and have been preparing a "fuck you" speech for me.

They had high expectations from me but I'm not that person. Because if I am, I'm not gonna be the one needing help,

...all while simultaneously expecting me to fuck shit up too, because it's "in my nature".

Could people make their minds up? You can't expect me to be "good at doing something" while thinking at the same time that I'm gonna be a failure.

Being good at failure isn't a thing.

I'm the loser who didn't wanna be in this situation, despite the fact that I've tried in my life, to improve my situation but life just kept shitting on me.

I'm the loser who wouldn't cheat off of the system so I can have a better advantage. I'm the loser who thought honesty has value.

I'm the loser who believed in everything good, but was betrayed by my belief.

The only thing I have "more" than other people is hate, rage and sleep. And that's not even a joke.

I envy the people who receive help from others. I envy you, who waste people's kindess that's perpetually given to you. I envy you who have a privileged life, and burn other people's money.

Some days, I fantasize robbing rich people. People who wouldn't mind losing large sums of cash. People who spend a fortune on worthless junk. People who waste resources just to show their financial advantage.

Nobody guided me how to get ahead, they just told me to do so.

Like how I had to make coffee for my dad the first time when I was 7, without knowing how to make coffee. Or how I was tasked with cooking rice for the first time at 11 without anyone teaching me. Of course the coffee tasted bitter, and the rice was burnt. Nobody taught me how to do those things prior, and of course I was punished for making bad shit.

Nobody guided me how to get ahead, they just told me to. And life fucked me up for not knowing how to get ahead. I get minor ups, but everything is just downhill.

Life itself is telling me to kill myself.

As I write this I cannot help myself but to imagine being in a far and foreign place, where nobody knows me, and my worth would be what I can do for work.

As I write this, I can only imagine the freedom a noose can give. The problems a noose can solve. The relief of bearing no more baggages, a noose can provide.

As I write this, I can only imagine. as I'm only restricted within the confines of my room, the only thing I can afford.

I'm tired of people. I'm tired of having to absorb negativity just so others can have positive energy. I'm tired of having high hopes for an illusion.

I just want to unhinge my psyche, let hell break loose, and accept what ever aftermath I deserve.

If life wants me to kill myself, the least I could do is go out in my own way.

❗THIS IS NOT A MOTIVATIONAL PARAGRAPH.

[elbiotipo]

La Forestal was a British corporation that owned practically all of the Argentine Gran Chaco as a colony. In a very literal way: the HQ of La Forestal was a mansion (I think it's now abandoned) in the north of Santa Fe where the Union Jack was raised every morning and tea time was followed strictly.

The workers of La Forestal fell down quebracho trees to extract the tannin from it to feed Britain's industries. The trees were previously hard to cut (hence "El Impenetrable", the impassable forest) until the British came with chainsaws and motor vehicles. My grandfather tells me that when a quebracho fell, it destroyed the entire forest where it fell, preventing it to recover it, we're still dealing with the destruction of the native old forest today, what remains is only a shadow of the century-old trees from before. Workers; criollos, natives, inmigrants, were pushed to work from sun to sun to cut the inmense trees under the whips, sleeping in huts made of mud and covered by palm leaves. The conditions were so harsh that many commited suicide, letting out a sapucai (it's a traditional guaraní sharp cry) before killing themselves, as recorded in many books. The trees were grinded down on factories until they were tannin dust and sent to England. My grandpa tells me that you could tell how their Empire spread across the Earth, as the ropes they used to transport the trees were made in India.

Not a single pound was left here, not a single peso even. La Forestal didn't pay its employees, instead it gave them a coin (my Grandpa still has his one, it says "Obrero 14", he was a number) which you presented in the company store and they paid you whatever the company felt like you deserved. Sometimes they might say they gave you 2 kilos of flour, when in fact it's just one. What are you gonna do, complain? My grandpa said that they didn't even let you go to school so that you could tell you were getting ripped off by reading the weights.

And what if people had enough, what if they wanted to resist or form a union? Well, it could call of course the Argentine Army, since the Argentine oligarchy elected by a few rich families was in the pocket of the British Empire (to the point that some senators actually asked to be a colony). But since that was kind of a hassle, they often just brought in the cardenales, named by their red caps, gangs taken from prison, given machetes and free rein to do with the revolting workers as they wished.

La Forestal eventually faded away. The reforms of Perón brought workers rights, schools, clinics, housing, and strong unions. Eventually it was transferred to local owners who continued the operations in a much subdued way. But it wasn't out of the kindess of the heart of its former owners. The British found a better source of tannin in the acacia trees of their African colonies. God knows what they did there but I always tell myself I have to learn about it.

But yeah, why is Argentina so mad about the British? It must be because of some islands lol

do anglos know wrt the malvinas situation that argentina was a neocolony of the uk for a good chunk of post independence history

[bookfast-at-tiffanys]

I don't know you that well since I only followed you recently, but I'm pretty sure that we have a friend in common, so there's that. But anyway, your content is awesome! That social media au you've been doing is very creative, and even though I don't know much else about what you do, I'm sure that it's all great! I know how shitty it feels to think that stuff you do isn't good enough, but I assure you, things will get better eventually. Just keep doing what you're doing.

Aw empanada dulce you’re so lovely!!! You are so unbelievably sweet and adorable!!! I will keep going I promise. Your support means the world to me I hope you know that. I don’t know you too well either but to me you seem real cool beans and I love that!!! Thank you so so much for the kind words and the inspiration to keep going!!! I love you so so so much!!! You should keep going too because you seem awesomesauce!!! 💕💕💕💕

Love you darling 💕💕💕

[poetryandnightmaress]

Hello, I'm really sorry that someone's being mean to you... Your f/os Love you and we're here for you!!!

Ey, I should be used to it-

No, seriously tho, I'm just sorry you have to read this stuff again. I want my blog to be gushy and sweet, not...this. I'm done with drama

But ty for sticking here with me. Remember, your f/o's love you as well!! <3

[wanderingscavengerscum]