#you are my everything and i want to dig my claws so deeply into your flesh that i leave marks of my ownership on your bones.

[danmeichael]

some characters look at their beloveds like they are the rising sun bringing a gentle dawn to earth and also a slab of juicy meat. and this rules, btw.

[monstersholygrail]

Bite Me Baby

Werewolf bf x fem!reader— rough sex, clawing, marking, biting, brief mentions of blood, edging, aftercare

You had been nervous when you told your Werewolf bf that you were a vampire. You knew there were all those legends about your species being ancient rivals and even worse how some still believed in them. You knew your bf wasn’t like that and yet you were still nervous.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for his reaction. Instead of apprehension or worry, your Werewolf bf’s eyes flooded with lust. About the same time yours overflowed with alarm at the sight of it.

Further alarm moving through you when Werewolf bf jumps to tackle you down onto your bed. Inhaling deeply at your scent he can now pinpoint where he previously couldn’t before he nuzzles into the flesh there, adding his own scent to yours. Tiny growls leaving him as he does. You’re frozen, eyes wide, not knowing what to make of this reaction.

“Do you know how hard it’s been trying to hold back from taking you as roughly as I’ve wanted? Not wanting to break my pretty mates human body,” Werewolf bf snarls.

His hands move down your shape with a new fascination. His love for your body, perfect as it is, grows even deeper. He no longer bothers to be gentle, claws scratching down your form, fingers digging into your flesh, weight leaning on you. All to see how much you can take.

You moan, finally feeling his touch on a higher level than ever before now that neither of you have to hide or hold back any longer. “I want everything you can give me,” you beg.

Werewolf bf snarls, hands rushing to rid you of your clothing. Trying to be respectful but eventually using his claws to simply tear through what left you had on. You cry out, only getting more aroused by his intensified dominance.

“I expect you to bite back,” Werewolf bf snaps cheekily, a feral smirk on his face.

You go to bite back, so to speak, when Werewolf slams his long length inside you in one thrust, turning your words in a fierce shriek. All speech is immediately forgotten as your bf begins pounding into you. Sharp claws digging into your soft hips as he helps slam you down on his cock with his every movement.

Your body curls unnaturally in around his and he chuckles, watching how you squirm for him. Arms wrapping around his neck you bring his warm body closer to yours, allowing his cock to sink in even deeper inside you. Mirroring moans leave you both and Werewolf bf nips at your throat.

While sex with your Werewolf was naturally mindblowing and out of this world, the connection you two manage to reach now is nothing like you’ve ever felt. The pleasure not only coming from your bodies but also from your hearts. Nothing else standing between you two, both of you free to be yourselves and basking in the freedom of it. The acceptance you’re both met with continues to intensify the actions between you.

Suddenly remembing his words you nip back, but being a vampire your fangs naturally happen to sink in even deeper. A load roar echos throughout the room. Your bond with him forming as you mark him brings an indescribable ecstasy. Shocked from the noise you lean back, your fangs leaving with it.

The feeling suddenly fades and Werewolf bf snaps his hips even harder into your weeping pussy as it contracts around his length, eagerly searching to get that sensation back. Your jaw drops, your mind momentarily losing itself as you think about how good he’s fucking you and how addictive the feel of his cock is. Shaking your head of all other thoughts you force yourself to focus on your bf.

“My love, W-what’s wrong?” you pant out, rolling your hips and trying to keep up with his furious speed. Your body practically moving on its own as it subconsciously searches for him.

Werewolf bf merely grunts, brows furrowing as he searches for an explanation. The only conclusion he can come to is that you’re a vampire. Marking someone of his species must be different. Follow different rules and needed different steps.

But in the meantime… until those rules were followed and those steps were taken… you could mark him as many times as you wanted. It would fade as soon as your fangs left him and he’d get to feel that ecstasy once more.

Overcome with a newfound urgency, Werewolf bfs pace gets impossibly faster, making a complete mess out of you as your pussy gushes with arousal. His stamina only achievable due to his werewolf genes. Your bf shakes his head, huffing loudly as he moves.

“Nothing. Nothing. ‘So good, baby. So good. Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t you dare stop,” Werewolf bf snaps in desperation, tiny whimpers and whines leaving him.

Your hips arch as a gasp rips from your throat. Eyes widening you can see just how deeply you’re affecting him. Satisfaction swirls through your gut. Time and time again your Werewolf bf has managed to reduce you to nothing but weak noises one-word responses. Now the tables are turning and he’s finally getting a taste of his own medicine.

Truly wanting to make him pay, you clench your tight cunt down on his cock and watch as he howls, his eyes growing hazy. You lean up and lap at the drops of blood trickling down his neck. Werewolf bf begins to pant, his cock driving into you as a force of which only two supernaturals could ever withstand. Your bf’s hair stands on end and your body buzzes at the nerves he ignites within you.

“What? Want my fangs in your pretty little neck? Would you like my mark?” You whisper slowly in his ear, fang grazing the lobe.

Werewolf bf’s hips jolt forward, slamming into your cervix and you cry out, the pain mixing with the pleasure in an addictive fashion. You both hold onto each other, squeezing tightly. Using each other to ground yourselves against the friction of your bodies. Neither of you caring to be gentle any longer knowing you can take it as if you were made for each other.

And history called you enemies? When there has never been a match more perfect.

“Yes. F-fuck, please! Mark me. Over and over again until I pass out!” Your boyfriend growls out, his words barely audible through the rumbling animal noises leaving him.

Your eyes widen, having never heard your bf beg before. You start meeting his rabid thrusts with even more vigor and you come to the conclusion that you quite like it. Making your boyfriend a slobbering mess of a pup. With that realization you don’t waste another second before sinking your fangs back inside your Werewolf bf.

He howls his delight, a mix of growls and purrs leaving him as he feels the mating bond form between you. His cock twitches inside of you and he continues the relentless pounding of his hips. The combined sensations clashing together in a way that has him feeling like he can’t even breathe.

But then you remove your fangs and your bf exhales heavily. His mind growing more foggy, eyes growing more glassy, but his pace remaining just as brutal as ever. Never stopping in his pursuit to chase the pleasure he’s certain only you can give him.

Over and over the cycle continues. Sinking your fangs into your bf’s neck, letting the bond form, and then promptly removing them. You feeling the repetitive motion of the bond forming only to have it ripped away just at the precipice. Seeing the way it impacts your boyfriend adds to your already immense pleasure even if you can’t feel it the same way he does.

When you feel your Werewolf bf drooling onto your shoulder you know you have him right where you want him. Throwing your head back with a moan as your bf grinds his cock against the happy spot along your walls, you can see just how deep he is.

“Wanna cum, baby?” She ask through heavy breaths.

Your bf immediately whines, head nodding eagerly. You hadn’t been known he was waiting for your order but you can feel his knot swelling and pushing against your opening. All this too brings a deep satisfaction through your stomach and straight to your tingling messy core.

“Go then. Cum inside me and make me yours. It’s your turn to claim me.”

With those words it’s like your Werewolf bf returns to himself in a snap. With a ferocious roar he’s pulling his hips back and slamming his entire length inside of you. Forcing his knot into your puffy and sopping pussy. Your screams join his own as you two erupt together, your orgasms clashing into each other as you two cum at the same time. The world flashes white as you feel his hot semen splash along your walls, the waves of pleasure more than you can handle.

You both continue your steady rocking, riding out the waves of your ecstasy and prolonging it for as long as possible. His knot and your squeezing pussy keeping you both tightly together. Werewolf bf purrs lowly and nuzzles into your neck, touching as much of you as possible. You reciprocate without even realizing it. The closeness helping you both calm down from what you two experienced together.

The smooth glide of Werewolf bf’s wet nose rubbing along your nose has you humming in content. Adding to the feeling that you’re on cloud nine. A moment later your bf leans back and his content gaze mirrors your own as you look deep into each other’s eyes.

“The mark didn’t stick, did it?” He croaks out the question, his voice holding a tinge of sadness.

You angle your head and look down at his already healed neck. Not even a scar mark left behind. An ache settles in your chest as a sadness overcomes you as well. All it takes is the slow shake of your head to give him a proper answer and your bf lets out a long wolfy whine. He leans back down and nuzzles into your pulse point again.

“I’m going to mark you properly and I’m going to do it soon. Sooner now that I know you’re not human, my sneaky little mate,” your bf rumbles out. He can feel the heat of your blush as it runs up your neck and to your cheeks.

“Now I’ll be able to mark you back…” you whisper in his ear, trying to shake off your embarrassment for having foolishly been nervous to tell your bf the truth about your nature.

Werewolf boyfriend playfully snarls and snaps his jaw near your neck, earning an exaggerated gasp from you. But as your bf’s cock twitches inside your sore cunt, already prepared for another round, you’re not sure how playful that nip was.

You bare your neck to him and your bf instantly grows harder at your submission. Looking into his eyes you issue the challenge and he has no issues meeting it. More than ready to be the one to bite you this time.

[r0-boat]

Von Lycaon eating pussy

I'm sorry

Cw: NSFW, AFAB!reader.

Summary: based off of my last post of hired Butler and bodyguard Lycaon

"are you stressed young Master?" The cold husky tone of your bodyguard cuts your concentration as he gently places a cup of warm tea on your desk. Your eyes have been staring at a white paper for so long You had to rub them before looking up.

You sigh the grimace on your face was imminent of your displeasure.

"I just been working on these papers I want to get them done soon but... It's been a couple hours now and I can't focus." You are always vulnerable with him and like always he is willing to listen but this time He had something different in mind.

"pardon me if I make a suggestion perhaps I could help you de-stress?" You swore you saw his tail twitch his lips twitch up word as well. At first you thought he was just going to nag or something but little did you know. He had something different in mind.

"What is it?" You said giving him the go-ahead. Your heart stopped in your chest as he turns the chair around for you to face him towering over your smaller form before he gets on his knees His soft fingers delicately tracing over your skin before holding onto your legs forcing them apart.

"Wh-Woah woah! Hold on What are you doing?!"You felt heat flushed to your face You can't lie in saying that you hadn't done things with him before but this??? In the office???

And that's when you saw it, It was a small yet wolfish smile. "You've always told me that I need to 'be more wild' to 'have some fun' as well as 'bend the rules'"this guy... Sounds like he's mocking you. You grit your teeth but couldn't hold up your gas when you felt his tongue lick your bare thigh as he slowly begins to pull down the rest of your garments.

"I think this is more than bending the ahh~."

And with that his tongue licked against your folds.

Lycaon hummed tasting the sweet arousal on his tongue "Delicious. I don't mind having you as my meal tonight."

The way he was speaking so elegant yet so lewd and that damn smile now showing glimpses of his sharp teeth. Which he had noticed.

"Don't worry master I'll watch my teeth, I'll be gentle. Thank you for the meal."

He growls before diving back between your legs. His tail was thumping against the ground but he didn't care His ears twitching has he tries not to dig his claws into your flesh thighs as he struggles to go deeper with his tongue.

When his thumb presses against your clit you tilt your head back It took everything in you to hold back your noises Your thighs trying to close onto his head but he was far stronger than you holding you completely still practically pinning you to the chair. He was not only deeply engrossed in your wet sweet folds but also your pleasure. He tried not to play with your wet pussy too much with his fingers afraid his sharp claws but he touched you just enough for you to squirm.

Part of him wanted to tease you. To withheld pleasure until you beg, But you've been good doing your work all on your own you deserve a break, You deserve a reward.

When you clenched around his tongue trying to grind your hips against his face He knew you were close. Your hands and tangled in his fur grabbing and pulling him rather roughly You hear growl coming from him a sound you have never heard him make before your whole world shifts You stare at the ceiling your back against the seat He lifts your legs up His shaky breath against you.

"cum." He growls "Cum for me."

He didn't have to tell you twice as you came all over his tongue he tasted every sweet bit of you.

As you laid their panting he scooped you up putting you back on the chair taking out handkerchief from his coat pocket wiping his mouth dry.

"Oh my it looks like you're even more exhausted I'll draw a bath for you." Lycaon smiles before leaving the room leaving you in a daze. His tail swishing side to side on his way out.

"I shall come back once a hot bath is ready for you."

[celabi]

So uh scummy scara hehehehe, cockwarming scummy scara while he begs for the reader to ride him ehehehhe crying and shaking... Ehehehhehehehe

i’m so late lmfao si mi amor 🫡 short nsfw

“please, oh god—” he wants so, so badly to just ram his hips up into you and finally get that salvation you’ve been dangling in front of his face like a slab of meat, but no, he’s such a good boy, and he’ll… he’ll do as he’s told… with some struggle, of course, because it’s never smooth sailing with him. “so tight— c-come on, my love, can I fuck you…?” he pants, tongue lulled out as if he were some dog in heat.

perched on his lap, sucking his cock in deep so effortlessly has him clawing at the chairs arm rests. toes curled, breath short, scara leans forward and presses his chest to your back, lips to your neck.

you sigh, adjusting, moulding your warm insides around his length like plaster. “i have work to do… be patient and take what i’m giving you.” you murmur, barely hearing pen to paper as his ragged whines fill your ears. he sobs, his fingers moving to grip your thighs to try and lift you up and down, but you interrupt by placing your feet over his, keeping you grounded.

he sucks on your neck, literally salivating as he drools all over your skin, soaking your shirts colar. he doesn’t care, in too deep, too blinded by pleasure to spew his apologies. but what’s the point? he’s always so messy.

“baby, angel, sweetheart—” a groan escapes him, silencing his string of endearments he wants to shove down your throat. “love you so much, everything to me, so tight and wet…” he sniffles, circling his arms around your midriff, holding you tightly.

his hair is sticking to his face, sweat glistening his skin. he feels sticky. he feels hot: but oh god the way you hold his cock so deeply inside shakes all those yucky feelings away, because he can only focus on the way your womb just entices his cock deeper.

you gaze over your shoulder, watching him loose himself in pleasure. bite marks below his lip from his sharp canines. tears merging together on top of his eyelids. the radiant flush that spreads over his face and down his neck. gosh, what a mess. you almost feel bad.

unfortunately, not bad enough to do something about it.

“be good and patient, kuni. i have to finish my work.”

he sobs, nails digging into the flesh of your thighs as he nods absentmindedly.

“o-okay, sorry.. i’m sorry, i’ll be a good boy. i swear—”

[weremonsterteeth]

Orc Wife dicking you into oblivion before a battle.

She fucks into you with quick, sharp snaps of her hips that earn little high-pitched moans from you with every thrust. Your head is thrown back on a pile of cushions, hands clutching at fine fur pelts now soaked through from hours of taking your wife’s cock.

It’s all part of an Orcish tradition. Following through is imperative as it’s meant to provide warriors with the strength to fight and return home safely by “borrowing” it from their mate.

At first, you had been unsure about the effectiveness of the exchange. But now, as you're laid out flat and spent while your beloved pummels into your entrance with seemingly endless vigor, you begin to think there could be something to it.

You lift your shaking legs to encircle your wife’s waist as she punishes your dripping hole. She loves watching her cock disappear inside of you, but she looks up when she feels your thighs weakly squeeze around her.

“Oh, my sweet mate,” she coos, gentle fingers coming up to brush back the stray hairs sweat has slicked to your face. Her pace becomes languid as she buries herself completely within you and remains there, grinding slow circles into you. “You’ve done so well.”

You lock your legs around her and you press yourself down on her cock, groaning at how its thickness stretches you even this long into your love-making.

“Please don’t stop.” You look up at your wife with pleading eyes, rocking your hips on her length roughly in an attempt to spur her on. “I want you to keep going. Keep taking it from me.”

Her hands suddenly grasp your hips hard, a growl escaping the back of her throat as her claws dig at your skin. The pace is still slow as she guides your harsh movements to hit spots inside you only she knows.

“Oh gods,” you moan out, eyes shut tight. “Please, my love.” Your begging is whiny and breathless as she works you over her dick. “Just take everything. Take it so you can come back to me.”

Her motions falter as she processes your words. She lets out a small snort of amusement before relaxing her hold on you, hands trailing up your body and caressing your features until two broad arms come to rest at either side of your head, caging you in under her larger frame.

"Worried for me? How precious.” Her lips yield tender kisses to your shoulder, making out a path across your chest.

“When I return,” she says, “I’ll shower you with tokens of my victory and carry you off here to my chambers.” Sharp teeth playfully nip at the skin of your neck. Her mouth begins sucking her marks into you, tongue swiping out to massage each deliciously sore bit of flesh.

“And then I’m keeping you here,” she chuckles against your skin. Her head pulls back momentarily as she takes you in, her perfect little mate bruised and panting beneath her. She smiles down at you warmly before lowering her face to yours again, lovingly grazing a tusk over your cheek in a deeply intimate gesture. “You won’t be allowed to leave under any circumstances.”

Her chest settles against yours, trapping you between soft furs and the warmth of your lover. You whimper lowly at the contact, bracing your palms against her sculpted shoulders as you try to rut yourself up against her solid form.

It’s far too much. You’ve already been overstimulated to tears several times over. All the sensations surrounding you, your wife’s wonderful promises, her closeness, her heat, her touch, her smell. Fucked out as you are, you’re still so needy for her. She seems to register just how much as you writhe pathetically - adorably - under her.

“Gods. You’re all for me.” She traces her tusk up your jawline and halts her motions with her lips hovering right next to your ear. “After this battle, my cock is going to fucking live inside of you.”

A hand grips each of your thighs and your legs are hefted over your wife’s shoulders as she folds you into a mating press. She slides her cock all the way out of you, teasing the tip at your opening before slamming back in and setting a brutal rhythm.

You scream out in shock and pleasure, throwing both arms around her neck. She has you so worked up and oversensitive that you’re cumming hard around her on the second thrust, wetness leaking over you both. You cling to your wife desperately as she rams into you with a new intensity. You asked her to take everything, which means she’s not stopping until you’re lying limp against the bed.

Yes. There definitely is something to this tradition.

[woundedoves]

hi! I was wondering if you could do hcs for genshin men (Preferably Neuvillette or Wriothesley, but feel free to add if you want) with a fem! reader who's like robin from hsr? Like she's a famous singer and everything? I don't know if she would be a halovian or not since they dont exist in genshin, but you can choose. Can be sfw or nsfw, I don't mind. Hope you have a lovely day, and remember to take care!

Wriothesley, Neuvillette x Singer!Fem!Reader(NSFW)

a/n: heres the food for my girls<3

CW: breeding kink, exhibitionism/voyeurism (wriothesley’s part) not proofread!

.˚ * ꒰ঌ✦໒꒱ * ˚. .˚ * ꒰ঌ✦໒꒱ * ˚. .˚ * ꒰ঌ✦໒꒱ * ˚. .˚ * ꒰

Wriothesley

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Can’t attend every one of your concerts, but whenever he has a sliver of free time, he makes sure he’s there to listen to your heavenly voice. Has a framed photo of you on his desk, sometimes his eyes drift to it and a small smile graces his features. Gets a tinge of jealousy in his gut when he hears others fawn over you or when they have been to every one of your concerts, it’s childish but what can he say? He’s possessive of what’s his.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Which is a quality of him that shows itself in sex as well. Your thighs and especially your neck are always littered with bite marks and hickeys. He fuckin’ loves the pretty noises you make as he bites down, his pretty bird singing for him.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ He also loves to play with those pretty wings of yours. He loves to grab onto the base of them as he is pounding your cunt from behind, feeling you clench tighter around him every time his hands grip the base of your wings. Hurts like hell but feels so fucking good at the same time, like your whole body is buzzing with electricity as you feel the tip of his cock brush against your cervix. Tightening around him with a moan as his hands wander down your breasts, his thumb circling your nipple as he kisses your neck.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Mating position is his favorite, loves to tease you by telling you he’s gonna knock you up, you’re gonna be his in your entirety, then people won’t have a choice but to acknowledge his presence as your boyfriend.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ The way those pretty wings flutter as he fingers you, his tongue flicking over your cunt as the feeling of his cold metal rings against your entrance make you shiver. You moan and whine so cutely, your voice really is captivating in all aspects.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ He often daydreams about just fucking you on a stage, it’s just a daydream, but he can’t help himself. How would you react? Would you spread your legs like a good bird and let everyone see hoe his fat cock ruins that pretty cunt of yours? Would you let him cum all the way inside, fuck his cum back inside you, watch its stream down onto his dick as he drives his cock in an out, your pretty cries getting louder as you get tighter around him…

Neuvillette

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ A very supportive boyfriend, the melusines adore you so much as well. Your concerts usually clash with his schedule, but the couple of times he could watch you, he was mesmerized. Your voice was heavenly, the way your wings moved with the beat of the music as your voice reached the deepest parts of his soul, he shyly asks for your singing when he’s feeling deeply stressed.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Sweetheart in bed, fucks you slowly and sensually…most of the time. His cock is so fuckin’ long, reaches your cervix with no problem, begs to cum inside when he’s particularly needy, you’re typically too gone by that point, dragging his cock in and out of your cunt as his claws grip and dig into your breasts, all you can manage are cute little whimpers as he fucks you like a toy.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ His claws don’t hurt when he’s fingering you, actually. He loves to have you on his lap when he fucks you with his claws, kissing your pretty wings as he feels them flutter under his lips, moans against your ear with want when you cum around his fingers, pumping them in and out to help you ride out your orgasm. He loves to taste your cum, actually, even if it has you flustered.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Has that long, dragon tongue, of course he fucks your cunt with it. Makes you feel so fucking full as he thrusts it inside, your cunt covering it in your cum as you grip your pillow, grinding your cunt against his face as you moan and whine, making the pretties noises for him. Loves it when you cum around his tongue or cock, gets him so hard he groans as he can’t help but fuck into you, your pretty cunt so tight around him, coating his dick with your cum, looks so pretty, you look so pretty with that fucked out expression.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Cleans up your cunt with his tongue when he cums inside, having you twitching and crying out as you feel his tongue find the sweet spots, his tongue is so fucking long and thick fuck, if he could, he would fuck you with it all day, just have you cum around it again and again so he can taste you.

[urspiritualnurse]

Pick a card. (Left to right)

What do I see when I orbit around your soul?

Pile 1.

Predominantly shapeless souls, sometimes harvest itself into a form that it's beholder deeply lacks, wants, yearns, desires or the opposite, fears.

I see that yours has mimicked a root.

Why has it shaped itself to that, what desires or what subconscious motive caused it is something you will naturally realize at your own pace and timing.

I see the repeated number 9s in the cards, and in this case I perceive that number as a blockage, a mid stop, a constantly frequenting incompletion, just when you believe you are about to reach the complete numeral 10, it restarts back to 1, and so begins the continuous sishyphean cycle.

If you picture a root digging in the soil and entangling itself to every fibre and grain of it, that imagery is usually delicate, gentle, soothingly heartwarming .

But in your cards, the picture I visualize is rather hostile , as if every string of that root has claws, shredding each grains, piercing through any and every vitality of the land to dig itself down, so fiercely and so passionately, as if it's life depends on it.

With no end goal, destination in mind, that it is aware of, it just absentmindedly keeps on digging.

I see you going from people to people, community to community, anywhere and everywhere, with your roots clawing on every connections you have had, with a pure intentions to find solace but your desperate and devoid roots knows no other way to plead firmness, and stability except digging furiously onto everyone and everything.

Do you find yourself to be an uncomfortable being to be and be around?

Has your soul crossed you out from being its land where it can simply ground itself?

Has it found other candidates instead to have them fulfill your role?

Do you have someone that you feel is the epitome of comfort?

Ask yourself, when I'm nearing their existence, my soul's form which I have no awareness about, how is it approaching and interacting with them?

Your soul is wandering sad and desperate to feel a sense of connection to a land that it can call its own, why are you uncomfortable to your ownself? That is for you to unpack and unravel.

What can you do to call your beloved vital essence back to yourself?

Start by asking, "why do you make your soul uncomfortable ?"

( your vital roots will inadvertently be claws to the lands, that isn't yours to dig.)

Pile 2.

Anger is an advocate of those too timid to speak.

But if anger is unsupervised, unguided, unguarded, it denotes to the onlookers, that it is only a mere tantrum with loud speakers on, consisting the blend of generous vulgarity and crude language.

I see, in this pile humiliation has been the main force behind reasonable outbursts of anger.

Was there a crowd who laughed when you would scrunch your expression in fury? Was there a community that mocked your anger's sensibility and intelligence?

From this reading, an image of a canine species comes to my mind, whose fangs represents your justified anger, yet I see those fangs growing so tall and untamably beyond the line of normalcy, that it pierces through the specie's snout, making it unable to voice out the core reasons in sensible, coherent language and speech.

Your anger, (and I keep wanting to reassure you) is justifiable, valid.

Yet it has reached to a point of such humiliation, and provokery from the flocks of lunatics around you who are too insensible and too uncompassionate themselves to ever see past your fury.

That your anger has surpassed its own ability to communicate.

It has lost the language it is meant to use for efficient self expression that causes no harm to you and others and also the reality around.

Have you heard the term "blacking out", your anger goes through that quite a lot.

Don't be too hard on yourself, or your burning anger, for that is the only warmth that is loud for you to notice , that is emanating from within you, not others.

A warmth that says, "I care."

Do what you must, after reading this pile.

But my utmost suggestion would be, communicating with your anger.

Ask it, who is it angry at? What did they do? What did they caused?

Nomatter who the culprit behind it is, whether your ownself or others.

Just notice how the anger responds to your question.

Does it howl incoherent language?

Does it throw things around and punishes inanimate objects, walls with your

knuckles?

Or does it speak.....

In a language that only those who are truly listening can understand.

(Insensibility towards a disheartened child, is what leads to a tantrum.)

Pile 3.

Do you know in this whole play of existence, we all expect certain things from the earth that we reside in.

And if we were to put all those collective desires in a single piece of paper, one would notice a common thing from each anonymous man's written desires.

Luminosity.

Every living being with a thrifty sense of individuality, somehow always seem to find anything luminous, desirable.

Or maybe, it's just that, what you want always seems to shine.

Whether it's love, promotion, prosperity, good health, vacation, etc.

I see in this pile, the luminosity you desire is of riches and the freedom that it comes with.

And when I speak of freedom, you must know how grand and multi dimensional it is.

The freedom riches gives, the freedom love gives, the freedom good health gives, etc, are all different yet they all are indeed a valid face of the multifaceted term, freedom.

I see you, having almost a professional outlook and interactions with the world, the earth.

I can almost hear you speak to it, " You are letting me live here, I will pay you back for your service by not throwing litters around, donating to charity that cleans your vast back, agreeing on plastic bans, etc"

In all of those chat you hold with the earth, in your subconscious mind room.

You represent formality and such alienating disconnection, that your inner sense of disbelief towards anything that promotes unity is reasonable.

What you want from this world is a luminosity build by luxury.

No shame, no bringing forth discussions about compassion here because the synonym of riches doesn't mean cruelty, for me to ever dictate you of how you should be and must pursue.

Do you ever feel like escaping your office and the very building you work on?

Somedays the formality eats you up and chews your mental agility and spiritual resilience, so much so you just wish to be at home, playing with your autistic and unspeaking cat.

You can do that.

You can call off the work.

You can reach out to the elevator and press the ground floor that takes you to the parking lot, there will be your car waiting for you, you can get in it and drive away from the office, the work air.

But what will you do when the crushing formality surrounds not just that place, but the entire earth?

Can your car drive you up to mars? To the moon? To the stars?

For you to escape even for a second, out of such professionalism burdens that you inhale every living seconds of your life.

In this reading, I see no visions that I must introduce you to.

You are already a visually active person, you think with visions not just numbers.

By no means this reading insinuates you of being unkind or lacking in any humane qualities.

Neither is it a complain from the mother earth to you.

Take it as a gesture unfolding infront of your awareness.

A gesture that suggests sensibility in your life.

Even the faintest mimickery of sensibility has acquired you a tip of what you yearned for.

Ponder, what the real thing could pull.

(Has the professional interiors followed you, even to your bed?)

Pile 4.

I must introduce you to an objective of mine that suggests what this outside world consists of, happens discreetly within our interior too.

Adversity, competition, push and pull, dog eat dog world pace, etc.

And how you may ask?

Every external worldly tension stems from various reasons, one that stands to this day, the most valid is, lack.

The uprising heat and debates, the battles of winners and losers are here, not just because of human sadism to win but to also get hands on a place, position, thing,etc before someone else does.

Which comes from an arguably devastating narration that we all collectively feed on, lack.

Your internal world seems to be a world copied and pasted from our very reality.

You seem to tell your internal conscious residing within you, that you lack space so severely that to be accepted for residence, one must go for the other to find the leash.

Competion arises the moment lack wanders around introducing itself.

Your masculinity and your feminity will compete for a position because you told them, only one must stay.

Your anger and the contradicting poise of a breeze will compete the moment you say to yourself, i need only one to navigate.

Your mind and heart will start to clash, get into heated arguments that spiral you into madness, depression, anxiety and mental , physical, emotional, spiritual agony.

Because you told yourself, only one is reasonable, the other is not.

That only one is reliable to execute life with, the other is not.

So, when your whole internal cells that makes up your entirety feels like a war zone,

a telenovela about a sibling rivalry, the marching tension between you and your competent colleague, or the ticking time bomb that ticks rules such as the one who gets there first gets to have it, etc.

You must know, it is because a narration is being given with or without your awareness.

That says,

I lack.

I lack so, what I consist entirely of, must decide with each other, who is to get deducted and who is to stay.

In this reading I don't think I need to guide you into answers because you already are aware.

But as a gentle nudge, here goes my everything.

" Lack only exists in places where prosperity unsettles us."

(Stop playing "the floor is lava" with the entirety of yourself.)

[actuallysaiyan]

“You have to take my eggs…take them and have our precious babies.” from Toshi to reader

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, Dragon hybrid AU, oviposition(I got a little freaky with this one so please take the warning serious), mentions of biting and scratching pairings: Dragon!Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader

You’re always so astonished by how grand he looks. You’ve seen him in this form so many times, but it’s so daunting to witness it every time. He’s proudly showing off for you right now, with his wings extended so you can touch them. Your fingers glide over the smooth scales. You feel like you can always be safe with Toshinori around.

“How did I get so lucky?” he asks in a distorted voice. His voice always sounds so distorted when he’s in his full dragon form. “So lucky to find such a beautiful person to love me.”

He almost seems like he’s preening himself right now. Just wanting you to see everything he has to offer. You’ve seen him in this type of mood before. Usually it meant he was in the mood to become intimate. And usually Toshinori tells you to stay away when he’s like this. But for the first time in a long time, he doesn’t want to be alone now. He wants to be with you.

He reverts back to his almost-human form. His claws and fangs are still sharp. His wings shrink down. Toshinori smirks at you, holding you close to him. He’s oh-so careful not to accidentally hurt you. His hands cup your face, looking deeply into your eyes. There’s a heat emanating from him and you find yourself wanting to feel it even more.

On his bed, you are treated like the most precious jewel. He removes your clothes slowly, almost like he wants to savor seeing you like this. Toshinori could never get enough of you. He’s lost in the moment of being able to be intimate with you.

His tongue feels so good gliding across your skin. His claws dig into you a little as he begins thrusting up into you. You straddle him, though weak and unable to really do anything but take it. Every time the tip of his cock hits against your sweet spot, your eyes roll back and you essentially become mush in his hold.

“Such a sweet little thing,” he purrs softly. “I knew you were the perfect one for me.”

He keeps slamming himself into you. You’ve lost count how many times you’ve reached your peak. The bed is a mess beneath you. Toshinori growls as he feels himself getting closer to cumming. You feel the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix a little harder this time. You can’t help but cum as the pleasure sears through your body.

“Yes, perfect! Perfect for me.” His wings wrap around you to hold you in place as he gets ready for the next step.

You feel a pressure inside of you. Unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. And while you’re scared, you feel comforted to know that it’s Toshinori who’s making you feel this way. He’d never ever hurt you.

“You have to take my eggs…” He grunts as he falls off the edge. He’s panting as he deposits his eggs into your womb. “Take them and have our precious babies. Please promise me.”

You’re barely conscious but you nod your head eagerly. You feel his hand gliding across your abdomen as he fills you with his eggs. You never would have believed it would come to this. You’re trying to stay lucid, but the pleasure and obscenity of it all has you so exhausted. You collapse on his chest. Toshinori keeps his wings around you.

“You did so well. You were perfect.” He kisses your temple softly.

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[lacedinweb22]

New Year, New Me ❅˚⋆୧

Miguel O'Hara x reader ♱✮♱ Vampire Next Door (ch. 11) prev part

nsfw 18+

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You’re on top of Miguel, drunk, vision hazy, giggling at everything he says, lowly, drunk, practically purring into your neck. He smiles up at you, his nose brushing against your neck. 

You pull at the roots of his hair, as he groans at the pressure beneath you. You’re the right amount of drunk. You’ll remember this, you hope to god you’ll remember it clearly. You note every movement he makes, how his eyebrows scrunch when you slow down, every groan that escapes his plump, wet lips, remember how he sounds, how the low vibrations leave his mouth and go straight to the space between your thighs. 

You move your hips slowly, his hands guiding your rhythm. He groans into your neck, breathing you in deeply; he’s trying to control himself, “Y/N… god.”

You feel his nails digging into your pajamas, sharp, painful, but the pleasure outweighs the pain. You ignore it. 

You moan into his hair, “Mig… please, keep going,” the pressure is perfect, building up at your core, as the soft plush of your pajama pants pushes against his hard-on. Your hips begin to stutter, a sign of your end, he squeezes your hips tighter, steadying you, as he murmurs, “Like that, chula? Look at you, such a pretty mess for me,” he groans, then shuts his eyes tightly as he winces in your neck, like watching you get off will bring him to ruins. 

The heat spreads across your thighs, relaxing your muscles, your hips slow down. You moan into his mouth, breathing in his air. 

“Fuck, Mig,” you exhale, pausing suddenly, looking down at the rise and fall of his chest. 

You take in what just happened. Your cheeks are already flushed, but now somehow a shade darker. 

“God, I–”

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, looking up at you, brushing the hair out of your face. 

You lean into his touch, sighing. You put your hand on his hand, feeling how big his hand is under yours. 

He leans out, looking over your shoulder at the clock resting on his vinyl-stuffed cabinets.

“11:59” he whispers, looking back at you, his cheeks flushed. 

“Haven’t had enough, hm?”

He shakes his head. 

“One more, to start the new year off right,” he shrugs, arms still resting around your hips, fingers tapping at your lower back, eyes lowly looking at your lips. 

You nod. 

He puts his hand to your cheek, looks into your eyes then back down at your lips. So gentle.

You lean down and meet the warm embrace of his lips. You hear the fireworks going off somewhere in the distance, and you feel the fireworks. Your nerves are sparked, and the way he looks at you makes your stomach drop. 

It’s officially a new year, new you, new start. And Miguel is right there with you at the start. It’s like you’re staring at your future; you want him to stay. 

You grab your glass and sip a generous amount; you offer Miguel. He accepts, keeping his eyes on yours as you hold the glass to his lips. 

You kiss again, and his lips are cold, wet, tasting of the maraschino cherries that have sunk to the bottom of your glass. 

****

You look in the mirror, turning to view the sides of your plush pajamas. They’re ripped, right along your hips, right where he was holding you. Four small tears on both sides. 

HOW…?

You quickly lower them, looking at the skin that’s barely been broken, a tinge of purple spreading from the tears. 

****

“Screams, fangs, claws. He’s a… a vampire,” you exclaim. 

You throw yourself on your bed, watching your best friend’s reaction through the screen.

“I’m just surprised it’s taken you this long to figure that out. I mean there’s Spider-Man, there’s Velvet Vigilante; a vampire isn’t so far-fetched.” 

“Ash, what the hell am I supposed to do about that? I still like him, I still want him. If anything, this just makes him… hotter.”

“Oh my god… this just makes him hotter. To be fair, you haven’t seen any bodies, he hasn’t threatened to suck the blood out of you, is it bad that I want to see how this plays out? No wait, he’s probably murdered people, Y/N. Let’s not romanticize murder.”

“You just agreed it made him hotter, hypocrite. Let’s say he has… hurt people. He’s my friend, I can’t tell anyone, can’t call anyone, it’s Mig. I mean I can’t–”

There’s a knock at your door. 

“There’s a knock.”

“What? Who?... Maybe Dracula heard you talking shit.”

“I’ll text you later.”

You shut your laptop.

You look through the peep hole. It’s a woman. 

“Hiiii, I’m a friend of Mig’s,” she says, sing-songy, her nails tapping rhythmically on your door.

You open the door. 

“Wow. It’s you. I’m Vel. V-E-L. Tell him I stopped by, will you?” She points at Miguel’s door. Her voice is rich, heavy, hot. 

She looks you up and down, smirking.

She reaches a hand out to you, you shake it. Her nails are long, flawlessly painted a grayish pink.

“Hi, Vel. How do you… know him?”

“Wow, you’re his neighbor, huh. I didn’t like the last guy… kicked the bucket, I hope, thank god,” she jokes, crossing her fingers in front of her face. 

“I mean… I got a pretty sick apartment out of it?” you attempt to match her energy. 

She’s gorgeous. You could feel threatened at the fact that she knows Miguel, but you’re too in awe. She’s gorgeous: platinum blonde hair, sharp cat eyeliner, and a velvet choker adorning her neck. 

“What’s your name, babe?” 

“Y/N,” you answer, nodding, as she looks you up and down. 

“That’s it. Knew it, knew it. Mig’s mentioned you,” she grins, resembling the cheshire cat.

“All good things, better than good, really.” 

“Wow, better than good. What can I say?”

“Not much more. Gotta go, babe,” she winks then walks away, the sound of her heels noisily echoing down the hall.

She’s flirty, shutting you up, single-handedly confusing the shit out of you, leaving you in your doorway, dumbfounded. You could see how her and Miguel would be friends. 

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

my favorite scully moments from s4

in episode 1, she cracks encrypted messages, commenting that “you say ‘a twenty letter code’ to any scientist and they immediately think ‘protein amino acid sequence code’, which is what this turned out to be” <- and that is genius at work right there!!

skinner pulling her aside to ask “do you realize what you are promoting?” when she puts together there's a whole international smallpox conspiracy, and she cuts him off with a clear “i am a SCIENTIST, sir” <- that is right!! you tell him!!!

trying and failing to come up with a theory for how the photos in episode 4 became terrifying: “plus, the film is two years out of date” “oh” “the-the photographic chemistry could have changed” “uh-huh” “the-the dyes fade… they… alright, that’s your theory?” (had me absolutely giggling)

we also learn in episode 4 that she took german in college <3

in episode 6, she spends a great deal of time explaining the science behind sleeping pills and their controversial effects

(and i also loved her fury that such an advanced facility was being used for plastic surgery rather than life-saving care)

tearing into the culture of lawlessness while testifying in episode 9; talking about how she left the medical field to protect the innocent and punish the guilty- such an excellent moment, more of that good old fashioned scully righteous rage combined with inherent optimism- and her continuing to read her statement despite the council repeatedly cutting her off (as she should!)

choosing to be jailed rather than reveal where mulder was located, because she will do the right thing no matter the consequences (and is also just a really great friend)

((and bonus points for skinner checking up on her: “you holding up alright?” “i’ve got plenty to read”, she says, as she flips through medical texts))

“it is my natural inclination to believe they are acting in the best interest of the truth… but i am not inclined to follow my own judgment in this case” (casting aside her own optimism in the face of such corruption, understanding her personal bias and objectively putting it to the side… i admire her ability to do so)

((but still. after all she has been through, it is natural for her to believe that the government means well. it's incredible))

this exchange from episode 12: “where could he hide an adult body where it wouldn’t be found?” “i’ll show you” (cut to them sorting through the medical waste, mulder looking horrified as she casually says she needs his longer arms to sift through the body parts)

((but isn't it just great that she knew the answer to that question instantly?))

in episode 12, when she realizes that leonard betts trying to kill her means she has cancer, she responds to mulder saying she should be proud of stopping him with a quiet “i just want to go home”

(we get another "i'm going home" moment in episode 22, after their confrontation in the hallway about her fears, and the exhaustion contained in those few words could make me weep)

in episode 14, she writes letters saying goodbye to mulder, trying to convince him her inevitable death was not his fault: “and if the darkness should have swallowed me as you read this, you must never think there was the possibility of some secret intervention, something you might have done”, she wrote, knowing how he would blame himself, trying to spare his feelings of guilt even as she knew she had so little time left

later on, her nose starts bleeding while they're making an arrest; “quit staring at me, i’m fine!”, she says in the voice of someone who is deeply not fine, her helplessness inspiring a fury that thrashes about and digs its claws into everything inch of her

how she told mulder she was going to die, but insisted to her mother that she was fine- her mother is furious she didn’t tell her she was sick, shaking in fear, giving her a kiss and a hug, and saying that she is her only daughter now as they hold each other. while she can tell mulder the truth, she can't find the words to tell her mom how bad things really are

writing in her journal that she needs to draw strength from mulder, needs someone to lean on, even though she works so hard to be entirely self-sufficient; “i need to know you’re out there if i’m ever to see through this”

(contrast this with her earlier attempts to do absolutely every single thing by herself and bask in the character growth)

((but then she REJECTS what she wrote in the journal, saying that she isn’t giving up, and she has so much to prove to herself and her family- they have the conversation in the hallway that made me cry and cheer and yell and experience every emotion in between as she realizes that she is something worth fighting for))

in episode 18, she tries her best to save pendrell, telling him that “we still haven’t celebrated my birthday, pendrell; i’m not gonna let you off the hook like this” - it's the way she spent his last moments on earth trying to make him smile that gets me so emotional

later, she's having this very tense face off with skinner until he notices she was trying to hide her nosebleed; he grabs her hand and says “i have a responsibility for the safety of the agents under my supervision, agent scully. i’m not going to put another agent’s life in jeopardy just to keep her out in the field”, and she assures him she’s okay with tears in her eyes (the way he pierced through her best attempts at a stony exterior… i'm emotional)

they visit max fenig’s trailer again and she still HATED it lmao, she says “i remember being amazed at what some people will call a home”

(and then she disses the very bare hotel room they visit in the next episode, saying “i’m not sure if ‘living’ is the word i would use to describe this space” - give her all of the blankets and throw pillows, she wants a cozy house)

((this, combined with her saying "i want to go home" when she is experiencing moments of earth-shattering grief, made me realize how important to her it is that she have a nice, comfortable, safe space for herself))

smirking at her own stupid joke in episode 19; “what was he wearing, a long black robe and carrying a scythe?”

she knows the lowest temperature a human body has ever reached and survived (70 degrees) and also uses the phrase “nuclear magnetic resident spectra”, both of which made my heart skip a few beats

“okay, so this photo that was never taken, when was it never taken?” <- SEVERELY underappreciated line!!!!

in the opening of episode 20, she starts reciting facts about babies born with extra appendages in incredible detail, and i want to know so badly why she is educated on the subject. scully, please give us the story time video

she also mentions her plans to write an article on “diminished acetylcholine production in recidivist offenders” when she goes home from work. because that is how she spends her evenings, very casual. no big deal (said with great sarcasm)

her realization in episode 22 that the killer had been switching around the rings on each victim’s fingers, based on some blurry photos (it was a very good catch!)

talking to her therapist, admitting she struggles to talk about her fears, and that mulder’s passion has been a source of strength during her sickness

(we then, very briefly, see her praying in her nightgown in her apartment, before mulder knocks on the door to ask for her medical opinion. i find that shot so compelling, especially when you contrast it with her saying in the finale that she is not ready to return to the church- it must be too personal to talk about, god must be something she wants to experience on her own at this point in her life)

((and she grapples with the revelation that everyone else who had seen the spirits had been dying, knowing what it means for herself))

the way she shoots the evil nurse in the shoulder not to kill her, but to incapacitate her… scully, your aim is legendary

fun facts with scully, episode 23 edition: dostoyevsky had waxman-geschwind syndrome!

VERY FIRMLY telling mulder that he NEEDS to get to the hospital, and when he continually refuses, instead asking to go on a road trip, she agrees... ONLY on the condition that she drives!!!!

and when his terrible trauma ketamine trip culminates in him almost shooting her and himself, she manages to talk sense into him, before she rests her entire body on him, shielding him, not letting him move, weighing him down like an anchor back to reality

(her being the one taking charge in this episode even while she feels she is losing so much of her agency in her life makes me so emotional)

when mulder interrupts her family dinner in episode 24 to go on a quest for alien answers, she reminds him that this is his goal, and not hers. when he tries to convince her, she refuses to budge- it was frustrating to watch him put her in that situation, but amazing to watch her stand her ground

(and the fact that she wasn’t able to tell him her cancer was getting much worse is also so fascinating to me- why couldn't she bear to break it to him? would saying it aloud make it real?)

and of course, her tracking down the dude that shoved her down the stairs and nearly hitting him with her car (it was deeply satisfying)

[yanderes-galore]

Hello, Panther!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ I can’t stop fangirling at your work so naturally I have to send a lil request. May I request a scenario with Levi (f&h)? Darling complains about the voices, Rher's influence and they are afraid they might hurt Levi, so for the protection of both of them darling asks Levi to leave the party. Ofc I imagine Levi doesn’t take that well ₍ᐢ.  ̫.ᐢ₎ Maybe in an attempt to convince them to stay, Levi tells darling about his own dark urges? What if darling doesn’t take it well and it only dissuades them more 🤔

so yeah, that’s my request. An attempt to comfort goes wrong lol

I love writing Levi... here you go! Not fully proofread, may have mistakes!

Betrayal

Yandere! Levi Story

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Delusional behavior, Violence/Violent thoughts, Clingy behavior, Paranoia, Overprotective behavior, Implied murder, Guns/Gun injury, Blood, Dubious companionship.

"I think it's... best you go, Levi." You hesitate to bring up the topic. After all, with everything going on in this town you don't want to be alone. Based on the look in Levi's eyes... he doesn't want to leave you either.

"W-Why?" Levi asks, worry coating his voice as he steps closer to you. In response you step back, your head throbs in pain. Levi can see the hurt on your face... he cares so much about you.

"Rher's influence is getting stronger..." You admit softly, not looking the young man in the eyes. "I don't want to participate in the festival... I don't want to hurt you...."

"So?" Levi asks coldly, stepping close again. "There's no need to split up... if we do, we'll be dead."

"Levi, please... I just can't bear to hurt you-" You try to reason but Levi pulls you closer, an iron grip on your arm as he glares at you.

"I can't bear to lose you!" Levi retorts, his grip loosening slightly. "I understand your fears... but don't we all feel such an urge?"

"... what do you mean?" You ask Levi, his gaze never leaving yours.

"Since teaming with you... I've wanted to hurt the other contestants like the festival wishes. But I've never wanted to hurt you! I want to protect you..." Levi notices you pull away and he tightens his grip. "I can't just let you leave me...!"

"Levi-" You shake, pulling away from him more. "Levi... let go!"

"I know you won't hurt me... the voices may tell you to... but I think you can overcome it. Just let me help you!" Levi encourages, his hold on you unrelenting.

You feel fear fester within you as you see the look in Levi's eyes. It's possessive... but you can tell he is definitely hiding something. You flinch when he tightens his grip more, his nails digging into your skin.

No wonder Levi never liked you having other party members...

You fear what could have happened to your older party members before you found Levi....

"We're both just... scared." Levi whispers, his grip transitioning into a hug. "If you really want to be honest... we'll both probably be unable to leave here..."

He goes silent for a moment, hug tightening.

"So why don't we just spend as many moments together as we can?" Levi whispers, laying his head on your shoulder. You nearly fall for his comfort... but you flinch again at the voices clawing in your mind.

"Levi...." You whisper back before pulling away. "I can't... maybe we'll find a way to meet again? Away from this place?"

Levi allows you to pull away, his hand shifting to the gun belt around his waist. You think he's going to let you go. However... you can't help but stare at the sad look on his face.

"You really think you'll hurt me?" Levi asks, watching at you meekly nod. Levi goes silent before sighing deeply. He then shakes his head and waves his hand. "Then go..."

You thank him with a sad frown before turning around and heading through the ruined town...

Then there's two loud bangs and a searing pain in your legs.

You collapse to the ground, freezing at the sight of your own blood. You hear someone run up to you before leaning in front of you. As you hiss in pain... you see Levi in front of you.

"Guess I should give in and hurt you first..." Levi whispers, holding your chin up. "This way you can't leave me... not with two bullets in your legs, at least."

"You betrayed me..." You whisper, tears spilling down your face from all sorts of pain. Levi clicks his tongue, looking disappointed... both in you and himself.

"You did it first..." Levi sighs heavily, pulling you in for another hug.

"I'd do anything to keep you with me... even stab you in the back."

[thus-spoke-lo]

cw: nsfw/18+; afab!reader; possessive/yandere-ish Doflamingo (so...just Doflamingo); dubcon-ish wc: 1.2k (just a lil somethin' to chase away the writer's block)

Your cheeks burn as Doflamingo’s hands travel up and down your thighs, his touch light and fleeting, rough fingertips grazing every exposed inch of you. He grins as your breath hitches in your throat, relishing how you squirm in his lap, how the gentlest touch is enough to make you heated.

“Are you afraid, little bird?” he asks, his words laced with condescension.

You inhale deeply, trying to still your racing pulse. “I don’t know…should I be?”

“Well, what do you think, hm? Do you think you should fear me?” Doflamingo smiles again, his voice a low murmur. His fingers lightly graze your inner thigh, stopping at the hem of your dress and tugging it upwards, exposing your soft flesh to his hungry gaze. “Do you think you should be frightened in the presence of a deity?”

Before you can conjure an answer, he leans forward and brushes his lips against your neck, just below your ear, his tongue tracing along your jaw. A shivering outbreath leaves your lungs, and your mind is suddenly filled with flashes of your body in various compromising positions—as it so often is when you so much as catch a glimpse of him as you pass in the castle halls. Images of the two of you, writhing in an opulent bed, sweat-dappled bodies moving like liquid on silken sheets, his hands caressing every inch of your body, his hungry mouth exploring every part of you.

Doflamingo kisses along your neck, his warm breath spreading over your chilled skin, fingers kneading your thighs and inching ever closer to your heat. “Those pictures in your head, those sweet dreams that haunt you at night…I could make those a reality.” He pulls away, eyes burning with desire behind crimson lenses, as he watches your expression change—he knows he’s touched upon an uncomfortable truth.

You shift in his lap as his long fingers dig into the plush of your thighs; you can feel the bruises already blooming. “And just how would you know what I dream about, sir?”

Doflamingo’s grin widens, and you feel his arousal twitch against the back of your legs. “Oh, I know everything I need to know about you with one look, my fragile little bird. I know about the loneliness. I know about the nights spent longing for the touch of another. I know about your craving for connection, for intimacy—even for love.”

Love. The way he says the word sounds even more debauched than the rest.

“Is that so?” You turn your head away, attempting to break the wicked spell of his gaze, but he is unrelenting. He grasps your face with one large hand, pressing into the apples of your cheeks, forcing your lips into a pout, and directs your attention to him once more.

“I know you feel empty. Alone. Incomplete.” He tilts his head to one side, his focus drawn to your lips, and you can sense him contemplating a kiss. Just a heartbeat away…

“And what will you do to fix that, then…sir?”

“Oh, I have so many plans for you.” With a swiftness and ease that makes your heart pound faster, the sound of your pulse growing louder in your ears, he lifts you off his lap and lays you down on his desk, pinning you down with his hands on your shoulders. “You’ll never belong to anyone else, ever again. Is that what you want?”

“I—I don’t know.” But you do know. You know precisely the outcome you desire—it’s why you lingered in the doorway of his office after you presented him with his afternoon tea, your teeth dragging against your lower lip, your growing need etched into your expression.

“Yes, you do.” He leans in, lips so close to yours you can almost taste him, breathing in the lemon and black tea on his breath. “Say it. Say what your heart wants.”

You swallow hard, trying to choke down the words until you no longer can, swallow them whole until they claw their way up your throat and you can no longer resist: “I want to belong to you.”

“Of course you do,” Doflamingo sneers, stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “You lack subtlety in your desires—I think I’ve known your cravings for longer than you have.”

He captures your lips with a hungry urgency, his long tongue pushing into your mouth, entwining with yours. You’re flooded with a sudden and voracious need, and your back arches off the desk, your hands quickly groping for him, fingertips finding purchase in the bunching muscles of his shoulders. The way he claims your mouth, the way he engulfs you and makes your body thrum with longing—he will become an addiction, if you let him, an intoxicating obsession that will utterly and wholly ruin you.

“Mine,” he growls into your mouth before he takes your swollen lower lip between his teeth and bites down, just hard enough to send sparks of pleasure through your limbs, not enough to make you bleed—yet. “Say you’re mine.”

“’M yours. All yours.” The words are slurred, muffled as he sucks on your bruised lip, running his tongue over the tender spots. “All…yours.”

“That’s right.” He plunges his greedy tongue between your parted lips one last time, a sweet invasion that sends yearning coursing through your veins. “Everything you are and everything you will be is mine. You are mine to ruin, mine to devour, mine to take apart and reconstruct as I desire. No one will ever know you the way I do.”

He slowly starts to unbutton his shirt, and his gaze never leaves yours, hungry and wanting. The white fabric flutters to the floor, and Doflamingo stands before you a skillfully sculpted statue of a man— pectorals that ripple beneath taut skin, a smooth bronze expanse of streamlined muscle and sinew that tapers down to the corrugated leanness of his abdomen. He is something more than a man, you manage to contemplate through the growing fog of lust that invades your mind; perhaps he is a god, or at least the closest to one that you will ever have the privilege of being beneath.

“Nothing will ever come close to what we have.” Doflamingo chuckles darkly, a predatory grin stretching across his lips. He slides a hand between your quaking thighs and hisses between his teeth as he presses his fingers firmly against the damp gusset of your panties until you begin to buck your hips against his hand—you’re drenched and needy, just as he wants you. “No one else will ever be good enough for you—not after you’ve tasted heaven.”

He removes his sunglasses to gaze upon you unobstructed. A depraved hunger glimmers in the cold darkness of his pupils, and for the first time since he took you in his grasp, pulled you into his lap and held you there like some fragile and helpless thing, you are profoundly alarmed at what you have gotten yourself into—and at the level of depravity you suddenly find yourself craving.

“Oh my sweet little bird,” he coos, his imposing form eclipsing you as he leans over the desk and cages you in on either side with powerful arms. “I am going to destroy you, and I am going to make it more exquisite than you can possibly imagine.”

[dabis-azure-songbird]

Conqueror (Lilia x Fem!Reader)

Here’s the Fanfiction finally for all who liked my Lilia preview~ Warning: NSFW, Possibly dubcon

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A very familiar yet distant feeling rises in him as a coil settles low in his stomach. It reminds him of his urges to conquer during his time as a war general. Ruby eyes glitter in the shadows as they watch you and suddenly his uniform is fitting him snugly in more ways than just one. You're sitting and nodding off in the candlelight as the green lightning and rain continue outside.

"Fa- Lilia..." Silver whispers.

Lilia holds a finger up to his lips and nods.

"Off to bed with you. I've got them. They'll be alright."

Lilia isn't sure whether his heart is filled with glee that Silver trusts him, or disappointed at his son's naivety. Silver nods before he heads off to his own bed for the night after all the studying the two of you had done. Lilia glances down at your slumped form before he's scooping you into his arms effortlessly and has your face buried into his neck. You stir slightly and the little nuzzle you give him almost makes him shudder. He debates taking you back to Ramshackle and Grim and the ghosts but finds his feet already carrying you to his chambers. You feel so fragile and dainty in his arms and he lowers you down, with caution, into his own bed. He hears you sigh and settle down into the softness and it brings a smile to his lips, fangs bared on full display.

"Lilia..."

Oho. Interesting.

"Mmm?"

"You're so nice."

The fae snickers softly at your slumbering confession, a soft and eerie viridescent gently glowing and filling the room. His magic.

"Am I, dearie? Even if I want to shatter you in ways you never dreamed of? Am I a monster to you then?"

His cerise orbs are glowing deeply now as he runs his fingers through the length of your hair and presses his palm to your cheek. A mistake on his part. He catches a whiff of your scent and moves your hair off your neck in the caress.

He feels so thirsty, so suddenly. A forsaken bloodlust filling him. One little bite can't hurt you. Despite your fragility, he knows you to be strong. Especially in the case of handling overblotted students. He looms over you, long hair cascading over his shoulder. Your skin is so silky beneath his lips.

And the soft shudder and noise you release send heat shooting through him. His hands rapidly grab your wrists, painted claws digging in as his fangs follow suit on your neck.

This was what shook you awake and you gurgle as you try to squirm. The burn in your neck soon shoots pleasure through your entire body.

"L-Lili..." you choke.

He slurps lewdly and groans softly as he wraps his arms under your back and lifts you against his body. You awkwardly dip as he holds you in a macabre vampire's dance. Your hands find solace on his broad shoulders, unable to see anything as he's able to see everything.

Suddenly, he pulls his mouth away with heavy pants before he lets you rest again, this time with his body on top of yours.

"If you keep that up, I really am going to lose control and conquer you, khee hee...."

"Lilia..."

A rough grind of his arousal against your damp heat has you moaning out.

"Y-You ARE Lilia...but your hair...your body...Mmph!"

"Enough, mortal. I will have nothing but submission from you now."

"S-submission?"

A smirk stretches itself across his face. "Yes, submission, my dear. I'm going to destroy you in one of the most beautiful ways known to man. I'm going to conquer your body and that heart of yours."

A gasp escapes your lungs and as soon as the thought to escape his room crosses your mind, he's pulled you back to him and cups your chin and throat in his hand.

"Oho, trying to escape me, are you? I'm afraid you're a little too slow for that. I'll not hurt you or force you...but, you've got to give this a chance. Though, it is quite fun seeing you try to flee from me. Perhaps, you want me to chase you? Force you into submission for me, hm?"

His breath against your ear causes you to shudder and you shift back against him softly.

"...I see. You've thought of this already, have you? Very well."

Your head tips back softly as the width of his hand grips and rolls a breast fervently.

"My magic may be getting weaker, but I very much assure you that such skills as this are not, little human. You're such a sweet, delicate, innocent, creature. Hunting you and having you fall into my hands was quite fun."

"Don't count your chickens before they hatch...You don't have me yet."

"Khee hee...yet."

His lips envelop yours softly as he tilts your chin to the side, deep and drastically passionate for how rough he was when he pulled you back against him. His other hand slips down to rub at the heat through your pants.

"Oh, so sweet...Your blood...smell...taste... Shall we see where else I can taste you? ...Here?"

"N-no-"

A flash of lightning alights his smirking face in the dark as his hands force you back onto the bed.

"Your mouth says no, but I assure you that your body much smells like an affirmation."

His hand trails the length of a leg sensually before he's pulling at the slacks and bottoms beneath them. Glowing ruby narrows and you can hear the struggle in his voice...to hold himself back.

"Your smell..." He can feel the drool pooling in his mouth before he grips an ankle and yanks you toward his awaiting jaws.

"Lili- Don't..."

It's too late. Far too late. Your delectable flesh is already in his mouth and your taste is permeating his mouth. He moans darkly, hugging your thighs to enclose his head.

A flick here and a flick there and your body squirms beneath his administration. Little gasps are wracking your chest and soft pants leave your mouth as he swirls his tongue and places heated kisses into the heat of your skin. Your hand soon slips into the length of his hair, timidly and almost ghostly.

"Does that feel good, sweetie? ...Mmm..." He grazes his nose against your silky button before he turns to more animalistic nature.

"Because you're absolutely fucking delicious and I don't plan to stop until you squirt all over my face like the obedient sweetheart you are."

You cry out and squirm as he delves his tongue as deeply as he can and rolls his thumb against your button, the rest of his fingers and palm splayed over your abdomen to hold you down.

Your mind is abuzz with his magic filling the room and the power he has over you. It's beginning to go blank the more your body grows taut.

"Lil-"

"Hnhnhn~ There it is, pretty one."

Your back arches as he forces his hand into your abdomen and shoves his tongue as far as it will reach before curling. And with a cry, your body unfurls.

“Lili-“

Lightning fast a hand pinned your wrists above your head as his lips crashed into yours.

“I’ll not be gentle. I’ve craved you long, sweetie. Yield to me.”

You squirmed, trying to keep your legs forced closed, but his hand pushed a thigh open widely. His lips found yours again, tongue domineering and slipping against yours as the hand on your wrists traded for a delicate grasp on your throat.

His hips ground to yours and there was no hiding evidence of your arousal and previous orgasm for him. Your hands gripped his wrists as your tongues continued dancing. His other hand yanked you closer by a plush hip and your leg slid around his waist. Your scent was getting him high.

Crimson burned as you felt the length of himself coat and slide in your slick.

“Haaa…Khee hee…I always wondered whether you’d like me to hold you down and force you to take my cock and seed and fuck you dumb like my personal whore.”

You moaned out as his hips surged, splitting your velvet wide for his barrel. His hand tightened expertly in your wind pipe, just enough to quiet and make you strain a little.

“Shh, darling…After such a long wait, don’t ruin our fun.”

His tongue traced the shape of your ear go by early before he smirked mischievously. You gazed at him in confusion before he divulged his true plans.

His eyes glimmered as he pressed you into a deep mating press and your body took all he gave. You had to. A strangled groan under his hands as you gazed upon him with watery little eyes. Lilia reveled in it. Oh, he was so going to turn you brainless for him.

“That’s a good darling. Now, bite down.”

He offered a glove and shoved it into your mouth. Then his relentless assault to your weeping core began. Your muffled moans rang in his sensitive ears as he continued to hold your trembling thighs wide for him.

“Haa…you’ve got such an amazing body, sweetie. I can’t wait to fill it all up.”

His hips rolled roughly into yours and your mind went hazy as he used his hips to hold you, sliding hands all over your torso. You felt sensitive and jerked as his thumbs slid over delicate nipples and the base of him slammed against your sweet bud. Your juices coated him dreamily and dropped down your backside and his heavy sack in tandem.

The smell of your romp wafted through the room sultrily and you were as drunk on it as he was.

“Oo…Lil…”

A smirk and he peeled an eye open at you from where he was focused and deeply tuned into you.

“Not until you come on me first. Only then will I give it to you.”

“Jussss…a lil’ more, babe…”

Lilia smirked wider at your slurring. “I supposed I can accept that command.”

Something in you snapped finally and you squirmed wildly, forcing his hands to hold you tighter as you bucked beneath him.

“M-mercy…please!”

Lilia chuckled and eased only slightly, still chasing his own high.

“You did so good, baby. You practically squirted on my cock and got me all wet. Are you ready, dear one?”

“Please.”

“Bear just a little longer for me.”

You nodded firmly and gripped the sheets, trying not to cry out as he sped to an inhumane pace that battered and bruised your oversensitive heat.

Then he pushed forward and warmth flooded you. Your hands flew to your abdomen, unable to hold it all. Lilia grit his teeth as he finally retreated and his seed all but exploded from your hole once he let you relax.

You blushed furiously and whined pitifully.

“I’ll be right back, sweet one. Let’s get you cleaned up and put to bed.”

You had no energy, so he settled for gently sponge bathing you both and sliding you into a button-up before getting under his covers.

“You’re by far my favorite conquering. The most fun, too.”

You smiled as you fell into slumber in his chest and the sweet mint grapefruit scent of his hair.

He kept you guarded in his arms. Always.

[hallospaceboyy]

Easy Living

Carol Aird x Femme Reader

Content warning: Smut

Carol rises gracefully from the carpeted floor, hips swaying as she approaches the gramophone. The dulcet sound of Billie Holiday's ‘Easy Living’ caressing your ears as her slender fingers place the needle delicately onto the record. While you imagine caressing Carol.

You know it’s wrong, know that it could cost Carol everything, but you can’t seem to stay away from her – and her you. As far as Harge knew, you’d gone your separate ways months ago, when Carol assured him so; and the joint custody of Rindy had remained steadfast. You’d never expected Harge to be a man of his word.

Carol turns and smirks at you, her neat curls bouncing.

“Do you remember the first time we danced to this?” Her voice is sonorous, teasing, as her hands clasp your waist and pulls your body flush against hers. You feel your cheeks warm as you feel every soft curve, every angle of her.

“How could I forget?” Your voice comes out a whisper as her hands travel lower, as she begins to sway you in time to the music.

She kisses you then, lips velvety soft and full against yours, and your head spins, fogs with only thoughts of Carol – how she tastes, how she feels, her warmth, her scent, sweet and spicy all at once. Carol has that effect – complete euphoria, invading all of your senses in the best ways possible. She consumes you, burns you up, until it feels like only the two of you are left on the entire planet, until you forget the existence of everyone else.

Carol’s kisses become more desperate, her teeth nipping at your lip, her chest heaving with want as her hands paw at your ass, red nails digging into soft flesh – kneading there as you deepen the kiss, tongue meeting tongue.

All of a sudden, Carol pulls away, and her blue eyes are hardly blue at all – pupils dilated, dark with lust and longing. She bites her lip and nimbly kneels before you. Her hands glide up your thighs, squeezing firmly and she pushes you gently to lean against the wingback chair, conveniently behind you.

“Y/N...” Your name leaves her lips as a breathy sigh, and you shiver, brushing her hair from her forehead as she begins bunching up your figure-hugging dress you’d deliberately worn around your hips.

“Yes, Carol?” You part your legs.

“I want to taste you. Now.” The blonde nips at your inner thigh and you gasp, letting out a breathy laugh. She grins up at you as you snap the waistband of your lace underwear against your hip, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Then what are you waiting for? Bon appetit.”

Carol chuckles as she tugs the garment down your legs, flinging them to one side. You feel her warm breath between your legs as her eyes gaze upward to meet your own.

“Don’t make me regret taking you to Paris. Cheeky.”

Then her tongue flicks out over your clit, quickly at first, followed by a long, firm stroke. Your breath catches in your throat, head falling back as you fist a hand in her blonde curls. She laughs deeply against you, relishes watching you come apart so easily for her.

“My good girl.” She murmurs against you, then resumes the rapid movements of her tongue. You can feel the warmth flood between your thighs, and just as you tense, sparks dancing behind your eyelids, she slows, reverting to long, teasing strokes with the very tip of her tongue.

You whine in frustration, one hand clutching her hair, the other clawing at the chair behind you as your legs shake.

“Carol, please,” You breathe, voice tremoring in your throat.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” Her voice is soft, yet commanding, and you roll your head forwards on your shoulders to gaze down at her with clouded eyes – taking in the haze of her own, her mussed hair, her always perfectly red stained lips smudged. She smirks and winks at you. “Now keep looking. For as long as you can.”

You nod meekly, unable to think of anything but how desperately you need her to carry on, to grant you release – and so she does. Peering up at you, she resumes her ministrations ravenously, her lips closing around your clit and sucking, then flicking again, hard and fast, right on the sweet spot that makes you feel like your legs are going to collapse beneath you.

Your climax crashes through you like a tidal wave, bursts of pleasure jolting through you like lightning, and you moan and whimper loudly, hips bucking against Carol’s eager mouth. You maintain eye contact, and she hums, gripping your hips and anchoring you to the armchair as your legs threaten to give way at the vibrations.

As you come down, you let your eyes drift shut and she smirks up at you, pressing a single kiss to your still sensitive nub before licking her lips and rising to stand on her knees. Carol presses the side of her face to your stomach, and you cradle her head with trembling arms, fingers raking through her blonde tresses.

“I love you,” She murmurs, arms snaking around your waist.

You smile, taking her arms and tugging gently, gesturing for her to stand. She does, coming face to face with your hooded eyes; and as you gaze at her, taking in the soft crows feet at the corners of her eyes, the smile lines alongside her mouth, the pinkness of her cheeks, the sky blue of her eyes, she looks almost unsure – pale blue searching your face, but her smile never wavers.

“I love you too, Carol. And I have for a long time.”

Her whole face softens as you cup her cheek, and she kisses you, with no urgency this time. Soft and slow, with the faint hiss of the finished record still spinning in the background, Carol knows you have all the time in the world.

[wellhalesbells]

Admittedly, the last time I was tagged for wipwednesday, it was twenty years ago and I productively posted nothing but here I am, only a few decades late! You're welcome. *tosses confetti* This is a continuation of the tiny little Steter hanahaki thingy I posted when my fingers slipped. Now it's my brain that's sliding away from me.

“Hey, Stares-A-Lot, did you want to contribute to the powwow or just continue to earn your namesake?” Peter blinks.  He hadn’t realized he’d been staring.  Great, what else has he missed as he’s sunk into this unfortunate infatuation?  Likely a lot if it’s already progressed this far.  Christ, if Derek or Cora have picked up on where his attention has been lingering, he might have to kill them both just so he doesn’t have to live with the shame.  “Only wondering if we don’t need cannon fodder for this little adventure.”  His own claws dig into his bicep hard enough to draw blood as he says the flippant words. It’s everything he can do to keep from glaring around at the gathering, daring someone to agree with him.  If anyone tries to use Stiles for bait there’s a very good chance he won’t be able to stop himself from separating their heads from their necks. Luckily for them, no one else in this room is futilely shouting their own emotions down regarding how much they love the little twerp.  Even Derek’s accepted he’s pack so all he gets is teeth bared in his direction and Cora’s bored, “If we have to stop every few minutes to try to kill you again, then I’ll never get to watch the Real Housewives marathon.” “Real nice, scarface, and here I thought we’d gotten past the ‘wanting to kill each other’ phase of our relationship.”  The word relationship makes his lungs itch.  Stiles’ attention is on him, even if it is just to give him an eye roll.  It’s heady and Peter is trying not to give him too much of his own in return.  He’s pretty sure none of what he’s saying necessitates Peter staring deeply into his eyes but it’s not so easy to convince himself to look away despite that.  “I haven’t thrown a single Molotov cocktail at you since that first one.” Stiles’ hands end up in his jacket pockets and it looks like one Derek would wear, one Peter wants to strip from him.  Forcibly.  The gathering is still paused, waiting for his riposte but he can feel petals unfurling in the cavern of his throat. He can’t be jealous, deranged, and violently ill, that’s just not fair.  He used to be a stronger creature than this.

Tagging @callunavulgari, @rosieposiepuddingnpie, @kikiroo, @andavs and @piratefalls + anyone else who's currently doing the writing thing!

[rachelsfav-queer]

I wanna see a scene like this in Wednesday S2

Wednesday’s face is deadpan, not giving away any of the inner turmoil in her mind as the principal continues to scream at her.

“Seriously, Miss Addams! Have you ever, for even a moment, considered how your actions affect anyone else in the world other than yourself? You are nothing but a selfish and heartless human being! You seriously have no idea how long it’s going to take to clean up this mess that you have made!” The man continued to scream and shout at the seer, throwing insults and vague threats at her left and right, until finally a blonde werewolf stood up and screamed at the top of her mighty lungs, the shout deafening and silencing the whole room.

“THAT’S ENOUGH!!” Enid screamed with a nearly evil growl rising from deep inside her chest, her claws extending and her fangs growing on their own. “DON’T YOU DARE SPEAK TO HER LIKE THAT! YEAH, WEDNESDAY FUCKED UP, REAL BAD. BUT THAT DOESN’T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO BE AN ABSOLUTE FUCKING PRICK! SO CUT YOUR LITTLE RANT SHORT AND SUSPEND WEDNESDAY AND LET US GO! DO. NOT. FUCK WITH ME.”

The principal actually cowers at the fearless ferocity that the young werewolf is radiating while the rest of the room looks on in mixed reactions, some shocked and others impressed. The man finally finds his voice again and meekly nods, doing exactly as told and shooing the students out of his office.

Once they’re out, Enid takes a deep breath and returns to her more human-like appearance and Wednesday finally blinks away from her for the first time since the blonde had stood up for her in the office. She soon looks back at her roommate, though, and speaks quietly, “You didn’t have to do that.”

Enid takes another deep breath, recognizing the difference in the raven’s voice from the last time she said those words, understanding that it’s nothing like last time, and she speaks just as softly, but with a deep sense of confidence that usually the goth holds, “Actually, I did. I’m your friend, Wednesday, and this is what friends do for each other. Stand up for each other! So, unfortunately for you, you’re gonna have to get used to it. Because you have friends now and we’re all gonna be there for you, even if you don’t “need” help.”

Also for the first time since the werewolf tore the principal a new one, Bianca speaks up, “Wolf’s right, Addams. If Enid didn’t rip into that asshole, any of the rest of us were about to. Hell, I’m still thinking about going in there and getting a few digs in on him myself. But, that’s beside the point. The real point is… you’re not alone anymore, Wednesday. Like it or not, you’re stuck with us. So like Enid said, you better get used to it.”

Wednesday is quiet for a moment, her brain taking longer than usual to register everything that just happened and all of what her friends just told her. She releases a breath she didn’t realize she was holding when Enid gently grasps her hand and she looks up at the group that’s all looking at her patiently, yet expectantly. “I’m not… used to this. But I appreciate it deeply. Thank you… all of you, for being my… friends.”

End <3

(Note: I just want to make this clear, in case it’s not obvious, but the “principal” is not Weems, but whoever they’re getting to replace her. I didn’t give him a name because I’m lazy lol)