#hello mr queue

[a-regretful-rpg]

YES KILLLLLLLLL

[incorrectjaneeyre]

jane: would you rather get with a missionary, god-fearing statue or an emo bigamist?

jane: decisions, decisions

[goldammerchen]

gil is someone that's overall energetic and confident (a little too much but that's also a little of a facade), and he seems in a good spot in the current days aside some sad stuff he has said, often about loneliness and, well, not healing like the rest (private concert)... think in the recent sorrento arc! (490, 491, 492, 493, 494, 495).

the 90s could have been difficult for him. lots of changes, unused to being retired, disappointments, grievances, (ostaIgie), a bit of existential crisis, alone with himself and with a lot of time to think. imo he def got depressed, but even if things got rough (hitting rock bottom, lots of arguments), he found what do in berIin and online, and kept in contact with friends, if not in person, through phone calls and the internet (besides is not like he misses all the meetings, though that's not very clear).

okay, but what if this went wrong? no contact after too many fights, blink and you miss a whole decade; time is fast for busy nation-people after all. not only gil moved out lud's house at some point, when friends try to talk to him again, gil is resentful and doesn't want anything with them. the results of one being a self destructive jerk and the others being neglectful, not even on purpose. :)

or, bad ending au, or, justifying someone being ooc.

more posts like these in #postwall and #i am aiming for the heart. somewhat related: #killtime.

[xo8ball]

popular opinion patrick stump should moan and scream more in songs

[cirrus-grey]

Bonzo! Bonzo!! Bonzo!!!

[alonggoodbye]

@feveredbcnes

Mathias Greenway leaned his head against the cool marble of the chapel's outer wall and surveyed the cemetery through a freshly blown cloud of smoke, his cigarette hung precariously out the side of his mouth as he fidgeted with the lighter in his hand. He rolled his calloused thumb over the flint wheel absentmindedly, igniting the wick before flicking the brass lid shut with a sharp snap.

Snap... snap... snap. Rhythmic, controlled. His shoulders ease. Blue eyes closed slowly as if he were hypnotizing himself. The tired sigh that leaves his lips billows out in front of him— what a week. On top of his regular duties he was stuck with the headache of figuring out staffing issues that arose one right after another.

A grave digger with a back injury, an embalmer about to go on maternity leave, one of the removal boys out on an extended honeymoon, and a cremation tech about to retire... It was all so much. Helping the dead seemed like the easiest thing he had to deal with at this point.

Snap. Fingers fumbled the smooth brass and bright blue eyes flutter open at the feeling of the sudden emptiness in his hand.

"Ah—" He freezes mid-bow, startled at the sight of his lighter landing at a stranger's feet. "I was— ahem. Sorry. Here for a job posting?"

[contentfiend]

“Anywhere” by Medina

Pairing: Aaron Piere x Y/N

Warning(s): 18+Content, Smut, Profanity (Name Calling), BDSM (Some Tying Up),Spanking, Slight Breeding Kink

Summary: It’s been months since he’s seen your face in person. Between all of the press runs, being a family man traveling back home to London, & new potential acting opportunities. Aaron is pretty much over all the texts & FaceTimes. He has so much pressure pinned up, he’s liable to devour you onsite 😏

Word Count: 5k+

“Mr. Pierre, we have about 2 more stops today and then a quick dinner with your agent to go over a few new potential contracts.”

“Thank you Bryan! I appreciate the update”

“Oh and you also have a FaceTime scheduled with your Mum & also Miss (Y/N)”

Mmmm, just hearing your name made his heart grow a size & his lush thick member plump up a little.

You & Aaron have been a thing for about 8 months now. Ever since you two crossed paths while you were assisting your stylist cousin the day he was on the Jennifer Hudson Show. Right before he was slated to walk out, you were in the background recording and in awe of how beautiful and well put together he is. Did you also mention the man has moves? Lol

“Aaron Pierre… that’s Mufasa!”

“Aaron Pierre… that’s Mufasa!”

“Aaron Pierre… that’s Mufasa!”

Such a cutie and that smile was so contagious. You teased him for weeks chanting that song, but he didn’t mind, because he always loved the sound of your voice saying his name.

“I love when you sing my full name. Hope you keep that same energy with your legs wrapped around me”

Mmmm you couldn’t help but to bite your bottom lip and place your tongue at the roof of your mouth to suppress a moan from escaping your lips. It was getting to you two about reuniting again. With your busy entrepreneur schedule of running 2 businesses, while preparing to open a 2nd location & him being the hottest newest actor on the scene; there was literally no time. You did adore him for trying to make up for it as much as he could.

Aaron quickly took time out to FaceTime his Mum first of course. He wanted to make sure he had plenty of time to talk to you also.

“Stone sweetheart, I know it is late where you are but are you taking care of yourself? All of this moving around. I know when you are tired”

”I am a bit knackered Mum, but I’ll manage. “I am enjoying the love thus far”

”Okay, sweetheart. You know I would be on the first plane to the states if need be.”

”I know Mum. How is the old man?”

“He’s alright of course. Not much of a fuss. Your brother and sister are working as usual. I’m so proud of you, Stone. I couldn’t be more proud than I already was.”

Aaron can see the tears and cry held back through the screen

”Aww Mum, don’t cry. I know you enjoy seeing me happy and thriving. I’m your favorite, why wouldn’t you be.” He throws a wink and laughs to the camera

”Oh hush she laughs. Speaking of happy and thriving. Where is your Miss y/n?”

Like it was right on queue, your FaceTime and photo popped up on the screen. Aaron had to bite his bottom lip to keep his smile from growing any wider on his face.

“Well, I think there goes my answer. lol”

”Stop it. I love you and I will talk to you later when it’s not so early.”

”Mmhmm. Love you too!”

He ended the call with his Mum and quickly answered yours before you had any time to hang up.

”Well…Hello Mr. Pierre, I thought you were ignoring me.”

”Never love. I was on a call with my Mum. You called just in time. She was just speaking of you.”

”Hmm, I know she told you how perfect I am for you and how much she loves me. lol”

”She was getting there before my little Miss Perfect FaceTimed me. It was like you heard your name or something.” His big bright smile illuminated the screen.

You and Aaron haven’t officially said the “I love you” sentence yet, but if you could fall in love from just his smile alone, you would scream it into the phone.

”Yea, I got great timing like that! lol”

A comfortable silence fell upon you both as you just admired each other a bit through your screens

”Speaking of great timing - Are you ready to see me?” Because I for damn sure need you”

He then begins to prop up his phone and fold those thick toned arms over his chest. How did I not notice before he has his chain dangling outside of his shirt the way you like it.

A slight chuckle leaving your lips “When you say need…how bad is this need?”

He looks over his shoulder to make sure no one could hear or see what he was planning to say or do. Then proceeds to lean closer to the phone.

”That’s what we’re doing?

You acting innocent?

I see you want to be dominated. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you anyway. I can only show you.”

In that moment, he leaned back in his chair, and you could see the imprint of his thick, brick hard monster pressed against his thigh. He slowly began to stroke it and close his eyes and slightly part his lips. Head leaned back, he slowly looked down at the screen and proceeded to tilt his head slightly with those piercing eyes looking like a lion ready to pounce.

From his view, all he could see was that dumb struck look on your face, head slightly tilted to your right. Almost as if you were focused on etching the site before you in memory. Lips slightly parted. You were in a trance. Imagining everything at each minute what you planned on doing to that beast the moment you see him.

”y/n…y/n darling.” He laughs lightly.

Voice in that deep octave like he just woke up.

“You got my favorite look on your face. That’s the same look you have when I go real deep, real slow. Then I pullout even slower and you splash everywhere on me.”

You snap out of your thoughts due to the words you just heard. Feeling like you may have already wet your panties for the day, you then immediately ask…

“What time is the plane scheduled for me again?”

You both go into a quick fit of laughter at how intense the moment had gotten.

In that small cute voice that he also loves,

“Daddy, can you do me a favor?”

“Always anything for you princess.”

“Can you please let me see it? “It’s been months and I don’t think I remember what it looks like”

You had the cutest look on your face with an even cuter pout on your lips that he would love to rub his tip on and gloss your lips with his precum. Fuuuck! This woman.

”So cute lol I’ll give you just a little preview”

As he stood up, he made sure he did it painfully slow to where you were damn near panting at the screen. Slowly pulling down the band to his grey sweats, he pulled his boxers down with it. Freshly shaven and fully erect, his dick popped out like you winded up a jack in the box and the prize was specifically crafted for you. He grabbed it up and started to moan in the screen and you almost lost it. Like a little puppy in heat, you moved closer to the phone and began to pull your shirt above your ample breast and massage them into the screen so he had a good view.

“Damn y/n. I wasn’t expecting to be doing all of this right now. You make me crazy for you.”

”I know Daddy. I can’t wait to see you later so I can slurp that dick up into these thick lips. I wanna spit on it so bad. My baby has been stressed I know it. I’m your stress reliever. Take it all out on me.”

He takes a beat to think if he wants to take this further.

”Fuuck! I gotta go. You about to make me nut all on this screen”

”It won’t be long Daddy. I’ll see you soon”

y/n blew a wet kiss to the screen with her titties still in hand.

Aaron hurries to take a screen capture.

You just giggle and end the FaceTime. Now you need to get your life together before you spend the weekend with Aaron. Not a single bag has been packed and there is makeup and clothes spread everywhere. What to wear when she sees him is the real question. Something with easy access for sure. A quickie or any type of touch from her man would suffice.

After ending the call, Aaron quickly takes a picture and sends it over to you with the text…

“Look what you got me walking around with…”

you respond “stiff enough for me to sit on…perfect!”

Aaron sends back the face palm emoji 🤦🏽‍♂️.

Enough playing, he has to get himself together for a somewhat busy day of press. He straightens himself up and washes his hands before he heads back to choose an outfit for the day.

Backstage Dressing Room:

You arrived about 30 mins early to the airport. Aaron had a driver ready to bring you straight to his interview that way you could leave together directly after. 1 hour and a half minute flight wasn’t too bad.

You made sure your outfit was professional, yet sexy enough to get your babes attention. Y/N let Aaron know she was almost at his location. Sneaking into the back room, he was nowhere in site. Perfect! You wanted to really see the surprised look on his face. You refreshed your perfume, re-applied gloss, & popped some gum in your mouth. Right as you were smoothing your outfit out & giving your look a once over; he walks in. Smile big and bright and eyes roaming all over you, Aaron lifts you off of your feet into a big embrace. Nose in your neck breathing in deeply, he releases a long drawn out low grunt.

”Mr. Pierre you have about 15 mins before you go on” the show producer quickly steps in and out without missing a beat.

After a quick head nod, Aaron turns his attention back to you and starts to speak.

“Now back to you. Why did you show up looking this damn sexy knowing I can’t put my hands on you yet.”

y/n laughs in the cutest little voice. Aaron moves closer to her. Pulling her near the side where the bathroom is out of sight.

“Uhh uh, you just said you can’t put your hands on me right now!”

“Who said I was using them?”

He moves slowly closing in on her personal space. He starts at her forehead, placing soft kisses from his lush soft lips. Down to her nose with a small peck. Aaron gets to your lips and you slightly part them waiting for some type of wet collision. You both stand there breathing heavily inviting each other’s small pants. Aaron bypasses your lips after what seemed to be an eternity teasing a kiss. Now on your neck, he continues his assault on your senses. Tongue full on snaking its way from left to right with the skill of showing how well he can work his mouth.

“Damn you smell amazing. You got my dick so hard right now. Good enough to devour you where you stand.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head. You moan “oooh shit Aaron” as he proceeds to roll his wet tongue down your throat.

You look down to capture the view of this 6 '3 tower of a man kneeling down to your 5' 5 height just to get a taste of you in any way possible. He knows you all too well when your eyes meet as if you’re trapped in the sea of those heavenly blue, green, or is it grey eyes. It doesn’t matter at the moment because this man was doing all types of hypnosis to you. All of this without even using his hands as stated. Right as he was moving his way down to your heaving chest continuing to wet his path and the cool air sending chills up your spine…

“Mr. Pierre, Mr. Pierre, it’s almost time, are you ready?”

If looks could kill, this man would definitely be the suspect. The look of pure lust and want he displayed as he looked at you and quickly, but somewhat slowly showed himself from around the corner to his assistant.

“Yes Bryan, I’m ready”

Bryan had a somewhat questionable look on his face as he led Aaron out to the stage area. Still there up against the wall, still in the moment as if waiting for his return. Needing some form of release. You contemplate whether you should finish the job at hand. Like clockwork, this man.

You receive a message on your phone

“You better not finish without me!”

Uggghh how did he knowww!!!” He already knows it’s been 2 whole months I haven’t had his touch, his tongue, or his dick and he leaves me hot and horny. Hmph! you shout as the brat you are. A small smirk creeps on your face. You decide to send him a visual of what he’s started.

Feeling the vibration of his phone as the makeup artist ensures there isn’t an ounce of shine on your face, you look at your Lock Screen to see a message from y/n.

“I know she is cursing me out lol” a big smile splayed across his face.

Aaron gets through the first portion of the interview and as the commercial break comes about, he decides to check the text that y/n decided to send at the start of the interview.

Bad idea.

There with her legs spread, panties to the side, and sticky dripping fingers still up against the wall.

“But Daddy, I need it!”

The heat that slowly transcended from his chest to his lap was immense. He quickly felt his member fatten the longer he peered at the photo. He felt like he was going to combust. Thank God he was wearing black today or his erection would be too noticeable. Also gratefully he was seated in a huge chair where he had space to let his legs separate a bit because his pants are painfully uncomfortable. Interview over, Aaron said his thank you’s, posed for pictures with some fans in the audience, and photos with the host for Socials of course. He wasted no time hurriedly getting back to the backstage back room to find y/n.

Sprinter Van:

You felt like your legs were about to be snatched from under you with how fast you walked to catch up with Aaron.

“Baby, please slow down. I have on heels.”

All you got was a menacing glance over his big broad shoulders.

You felt a knot in your throat.

“I am in serious trouble”

Aaron opens the door to the back of the building to let you out and then opens the door to his sprinter van for you to step inside. You sit near the window and watch as his tall stature makes it’s way inside. His shadow sending even more chills down your spine. Turning you on more than that session in the backstage back room. Not a word was spoken as he silently looked at you from head to toe. Unblinking looks and nostrils flaring.

“Daddy, I’m sorry!” I didn’t mean to tease you like that. I just missed you so much and you know how I get when you press my buttons like that. Can you forgive me, please?”

“I’m not mad, my little brat. You like this shit. I’m just observing you. I like to watch you squirm.”

The driver then knocks on the partition to let us know security will be on watch while he has to step inside the building to relieve himself to the bathroom before we head to the hotel. He also instructed us that Aaron’s manager needed to provide him with the updated itinerary since he will be the weekend driver. As soon as the driver closes up the partition, Aaron struts his way over to your seat and proceeds to continue where he last left off. Dragging that same thick tongue down your throat to the top of your breast. He proceeds to take both of his large hands and place them on each one.

Squeezing, massaging, and pinching the nipples through your shirt. Seeing as you didn’t wear a bra with your attire, the sensation was an instant feeling that blasted you back into the state of mind you had on that wall once more.

“You enjoy having my dick as rock hard as possible while everybody watched me fight to contain my composure? That shit gets your pussy wet or are you only that bratty and bold through text? You ain’t got nothing to say now, huh?”

“Daddy…I *moans*

He was now unbuttoning your shirt so he can get better access. Just enough for your titties to sit outside of the shirt. All you could do was stare as he twirled his tongue around each nipple leaving a spit trail on each one.

“You got me salivating at how much I want you.”

Biting each nipple gently and pulling them to then suck them back up.

“Goddamn!” “You about to make me cum from nipple play. Daddy please fuck me already. I can’t take this torture”

“Nah, I want to take my time. I deserve this. “It’s been months. I’m about to savor this.”

You could’ve sworn at that moment you created a whole brand new lake between your legs that was just newly named after you. While hovering over you, Aaron proceeded to pull the lever on the side of your large recliner style chair slightly enough to get a glimpse of your red lace thong with the large circumference of a wet spot in the middle. All the times he has been mistaken for a lion, you would believe every theory from the low but boastful grunt that proceeded to travel through his body & up his throat.

“Mmm pussy phat asf. I can’t wait to slide my dick between them lips. Creamy ass pussy too. Damn near feel like I’m hitting a geyser when you get to squirting me.”

“Can you please stop talking…please” A little sprinkle of y/n’s wetness seeping through to the seats this time.

He catches you by the neck with those extremely large appendages & squeezes lightly while staring you down.

“What’s wrong baby? You don’t like when Daddy plays back? Sending me pictures of this phat pussy while I’m working, but I can’t even get you worked up without some back talk? I got something for that”

He then proceeds to keep his hand on your neck as he gets down on his knees. Grabbing at your soaked panties, he rips them off to receive a gasp borderline moan from you. He smirks while then placing both hands under your ass cheeks to angle you up higher so he can really feast.

“Pussy smells amazing.”

Licking your inner thighs on each leg, kissing your knees in the most sensual & caring way, and making his way back down to the main attraction. He places small but intentional kisses on your mound and slightly blows cool air on your clit.

Aaron has this technique where he can blow cool & hot air while lapping at the sweet spot that makes you go stupid. Darting his tongue around, licking, suckling, and enjoying even more of the mess he was creating between your legs. If it wasn’t already for the stars that sprinkled the roof of the van, you could’ve sworn he took you beyond the stars & light years into another galaxy.

“Oh my God, yesss. Eat me up Daddy. Right there. Stay right there.”

He then added his middle finger to the mix. Fingers so long and fat it felt like 2. Rubbing gently against your spot while also massaging your opening with his knuckles.

A Man of Many Talents.

Right at your wits end & on the brink of creating a tsunami in your seat, you notice the driver walking back.

“Mmmfuck the driver’s coming back.”

“So, I’m not done eating yet.”

“But Daddy, he's going to hear me. I’m going to be super loud.”

Your plea falling on deaf ears at the moment while Aaron continues the task at hand, you feel that feeling of flutters & pressure building.

“Baby, he’s coming. He’s almost at the door… ahhh shit I’m cumming, I’m cumming. Mouth agape.

The driver door opens & immediately closes. You can see the driver standing outside the door as if waiting for a cue that it's okay to enter again. At that same moment, you begin to cream & spray that seat like a fresh coconut had been cracked open. Trying to catch your breath, Aaron moves to his seat smiling like a Cheshire Cat. Licking his fingers & lips to savor your essence from all over his face.

Watching you breathless and sated was really doing things to that now extra uncomfortable bulge in his pants. He was still hungry and he definitely had his prey marked. He gently taps on the van's window near his seat to notify the driver he can enter. Sure enough, you see the driver enter again, but stay inside & crank up the vehicle. Thankfully Aaron had other shirts on the van because you soaked him to the point of seeing his ab outline from the shirt clinging to his body. The teasing this man was doing was making you delirious. You couldn’t get to the hotel fast enough.

Elevator:

Finally making it to the hotel, Aaron checks you both in & remembers he has that dinner with his agent. With a roll of your eyes, it’s almost as if you were never going to get your man alone and get your lick back the stunt he pulled in the van.

You both step into the elevator after security makes sure no one else is on it. Aaron signals for them to take the next ride up. The other half of the security team took the first ride up alone to make sure everything is clear before you step out. You both step on heading up to the penthouse suite. Knowing this, you also know that there is a lot of time to do some very naughty things. Aaron steps on first and stands in the corner near the elevator buttons and you step in, right in front to press for the suite since he always lets you press the button.

Soon as the doors close, he pulls you close with your back to him. He leans over you to squeeze your thigh and to snake his hand up your leg. Aaron then takes a moment to lick his fingers and place them right on your clit. He circles around your clit and you throw your head back to release a moan so drawn out. You knew it’s been buried deep for a while. A slow hiss leaves your lips shortly after. It felt like he was working overtime to make you cum before you made it to your floor.

*ding* 7th Floor.

He flips you around to face him as a woman with her dog steps onto the elevator. Aaron, the gentleman that he is, he at least speaks to the woman. You on the other hand, still had Aaron’s hand suction to your pussy like it was an attachment. Taking this moment to dominate him, you take a step back just to remove yourself from his hold. You turn to speak to the woman so you can turn your back to him.

“Hi, such a cute and trained dog!”

”Thank you dear. He is like my baby. I take him everywhere with me!”

”Aww, I’ve wanted this exact dog babe. Maybe for my Birthday this year?”

As you skillfully speak to the woman, you snake your hand around and on Aaron’s dick well enough to unzip his pants. With better access, you can now massage his shaft and squeeze his tip which you know drives him to insanity.

*perks of being so short to his tall stature*

His arms over your chest now and his head turned towards the wall. You could feel him squeeze down hard on your arm and shoulder letting you know he’s struggling not to cum. You continue the assault for payback as you still are able to carry on a conversation with the older woman. Aaron then begins to move closer to your ear.

”I’m going to cum so hard. You better stop before we really give this lady a show”

Giving him a little relief, but not much, you slow down but don’t halt your movements.

”Fuck y/n. I’m going to punish you so good for this. I’m going to bury my dick so deep in you. I don’t wanna hear you can’t take it either.”

*ding* 14th Floor.

The older lady begins to step off to head to some sort of outside patio area.

”You two love birds have a great night. I was young once myself.” She leans in and whispers to you “Don’t hurt him too bad!” With a quick little wink as she steps off with her dog. You begin to snicker at the lady knowing.

“That old lady was a lil freak. I should’ve just did what I needed to do!”

You shout ”Eww Aaron no!” As you both go into a fit of laughter.

He says in your ear “I meant what I said too” licking your earlobe and biting it.

*ding* What felt like an eternity we were finally in the suite

It was beautiful. Very nice furniture. Huge layout. Nice size bed and a huge tub you planned on relaxing in at some point.

“Okay babe. I wanted to make sure you got to the room safely. I still have this dinner with my agent. I promise it shouldn’t take too long. Want anything while I’m down there?”

“No baby. I’m ready hop in the shower and relax a little.”

“You better not fall asleep because I don’t mind waking you up.” He laughs

“Boy get out of here. I’ll be ready for you when you get back.”

Placing a soft longing kiss to his lips, you both moan at the unfinished business you two need to resolve. Aaron reluctantly pulls away and heads toward the elevator to make a swift return.

Bedroom:

You step out of the shower with the music still blasting. Soaking wet, you reach for one of the plush hotel towels to help assist in soaking up the beads of water pouring from your skin. Dry enough with still a sheen of mist to your body, you put on one of the soft cotton robes. Looking around for your vanilla scented body bronzer Aaron loves the smell of. Stepping out of the bathroom and near your luggage, you bend over to unzip your bag. You see the bronzer body oil and then decide you need your matching scented moisturizer to really drive him insane. Spraying some brown sugar scented gourmand parfum on your ankles, you still can’t find the moisturizer.

“How did I pack these 2 and not the most important one? Knowing my skin needs it” you chuckle slightly to yourself.

You take your arms out of the sleeves, resting the robe on your shoulders in order to apply the oil. Unaware that the man of the hour has quietly made his way back to the suite, you go to check your backpack purse. As soon as you bend over again to check for the moisturizer and find it, your robe falls perfectly around your feet. Aaron slowly walks into the room and is greeted with a sight that has him dumbfounded. You hear movement and quickly stand up out of being startled.

“Shit! Babe you scared me. I still have my music turned up and I didn’t…”

“Uhh uhh. I need you right back where you were. That amazing view I walked in on is exactly how I should be greeted into the room. Pussy looked delicious and that phat ass in the air like that.”

Loving how turned on he is, you turn back around purposely hinging slowly at the waist. Spreading your feet apart a little more, you jiggle your ass while placing your hands on your ankles.

“y/n, you ready for me baby? Because once I’m in there I’m not stopping. You looking too good and I need to stay inside you until I’m finished”

“Yes Daddy, please hurry up and fuck me”

The room definitely got even hotter than what that shower made it. Your playlist of sexy r&b songs made for the perfect tracklist to how loud you were about to get. Aaron was relentless and anytime away from that dick,it always felt like the first time.

Aaron begins to kneel down behind you. “No moving or running you hear me? Let Daddy make his princess feel amazing”

“Yes Daddy” you said as a moan

Aaron chuckles at your eagerness

You can feel him doing something near your feet. He was grabbing up your robe and removing the cotton belt.

“I’m going to place this around your wrist. Soft enough to tie it as tight as I need it.”

Eyes rolling back and pussy clenching at the thought of him holding on like the reins of a horse. He was about to do you in something serious.

Suddenly feeling cool air and wetness, Aaron had flattened his tongue and was licking from your clit to damn near your asshole. Moaning like crazy and trying your best to not sway back and forth so he can tongue fuck you. Him knowing you oh so well, he makes his tongue stiff licking his thumb. He places his thumb on your clit as he begins to use that same tongue to move in and out of your folds. You couldn’t resist the urge, so you began to rock back and forth anyway.

“Aht aht, I told you no moving. You gone be a bad lil slut or a good one” Aaron spoke in that deep vibrato that made your knees buckle.

Pulling you up by your hair. You lean back against him to catch your footing. Aaron immediately attacks your neck while walking you over to the bed. Pushing you down with enough force, but still gentle, he continues to speak

“You been kind of bratty today. You must want me to spank you too love?”

“No Daddy. I just really miss your dick that’s all”

“I told you I would take my time because I miss you too. If that’s not okay with you, I’ll give you what you want”

Without notice, Aaron then swiftly lined himself up with your opening and took the slowest stroke into you. Filling you up until the base met with your ass cheeks. You lift your head while rolling your eyes back.

“Babyyy…fuuuuckkk”

He pulled out slowly and entered just as slow again to warm you up to his length. Picking up the pace and holding on to the cotton belt with both hands now. He was definitely showing he was a skilled equestrian. Rhythmic strokes and smacking your ass without missing a beat. Rolling his hips from left, right, and in the middle, he was definitely showing out.

Feeling like you were high. You can’t even grasp the moment really. Confused. Euphoric. Lethargic and downright spent, this session was for sure as hell worth the wait.

“Ohhhh my God! Daddy, why are you fucking me like thissss?!”

He chuckles at your plea

“All of this good dick is here for you love. You gonna cum for Daddy? I need to feel this good wet tight pussy squeeze down on me. Can you do that for me princess?”

You were already halfway there before the pep talk. Aaron started to steady his strokes then he held his dick all the way in & pulled it out slowly again.

This time you couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Yesss Oh My God I’m cumming! I’m cumming”

“Mmmhmm wet Big Daddy up. Just like that. Ooooh she’s squeezing me. I don’t think she wants me to leave. You want me to keep stroking you like this? You love this dick don’t you? *Smack* Don’t you princess?

What the fuck is this man trying to do? It’s like he’s trying to ruin me. Make me what?! Fall in Lo… That’s it he’s trying to fuck me into submission to say that I love him. I gotta fight back a little bit. It ain’t gone be that easy.

“Mmmhmm Big Daddy I love this dick” you began to finally speak. Devious plot now clouding your mind. He was in for a surprise

“I know you love Big Daddy too” as he massaged your ass cheeks and steadied his pace

I knew he was up to something, but it didn't matter. He’s about to get an award worthy performance.

“Hmm I think you love me more. Why don’t you tell your princess you love her first?

Aaron laughs a deep voiced somewhat dark vibrato laugh in your ear

“Y/n, you not making demands right now. You always want your way. Let me have this one baby. You can’t win. You’re tied up.

Challenge Accepted!

Without notice you stand all the way up on your tippy toes as high as you can go (perks of wearing heels so much). Grabbing as much of your ass cheeks and spreading them apart, you began to move back and forth on that massive still hard dick.

Aaron takes in a small gasp of air as he plants his feet better to enjoy you.

Chest and chin to the bed, you were about to work him into overtime.

Panting. Some “oh shitttts. A couple of approving mmm hmms” He was bound to be singing I love you.

“Fuck baby! I know what you trying to do. Gahh damn she’s gripping me. Sheesh!” “Y/n just let Daddy have this one”

“Not a chance”

You place your right leg up on the bed. Bouncing on your left foot to make sure you were correctly in position and comfortable. You needed to be stable in order to throw all this ass back.

“Ohhhh shit! Keep working that pussy baby. I feel like I’m close. You about to make daddy buss right in you”

“Tell me you love this pussy baby”

“Fuckkk I love it!”

“What else do you love Big Daddy? Please tell me…doesn’t she deserve it?”

“She deserves anything she wants princess” Aaron moans

Thrusting at an increased pace, you feel the throbbing pulses. He was definitely close. Stilling your movements, you allow him to take over since you were for sure winning the war. Seconds later, Aaron came so hard you could feel him fill you up. Satisfied and Sated he speaks in a low tone..

“Mmm baby I love you so much. I been wanting to say that shit for a minute now”

Allowing the moment and the words to wash over you and consume you, you say in return…

“I love you too. Been loving you”

*Thank you for reading my first fic! It took me awhile to actually post this, but I’m glad I did. Definitely feel relief & a whole new respect for the amazing writers on here. Hope you enjoy ❤️*

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[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙MY girl | LN4˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: lando norris x celeb interviewer!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au, established relationship

warnings: a couple of innuendos/sexual references but mainly fluff

summary: in which your job has your boyfriend acting up every other week

a/n: this is kind of short but didnt think it was necessary to make it any longer!?! hope u luv it (i love jealous lando omg my heart cant take itttt)

request!!!: Lando’s gf is a celebrity interviewer like Amelia from chicken shop date and Lando is supportive but also playfully jealous?

fc: amelia dimdoldenburg

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yourusername spent a day in london with my fav british rapper @.aitch !! episode out now hope u enjoy 👀

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user1 OMG he was flirting with her so bad

user2 no fr she got a man

user3 yea and her man is LANDO NORRIS likeeee

user4 why are they lowkey cute together.....

user5 i love everything y/n does

user6 does anyone else only watch the series just for y/n idec about the celebrity guests 💀

user7 no coz this is actually so valid

user8 omg i've been waiting for this one

user9 queue lando marking his territory soon

user10 can u blame him

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f1wags new episode of y/n y/l/n's celeb interview series with british rapper aitch out now 🫶 for anyone who doesn't know, y/n (wag of lando norris) is a celebrity interviewer for events & tv as well as having her own series online in which she “dates” someone for the day, usually in a random city of their choice, and interviews them at the same time in a comedic way !!! the series is super popular, who would you like to see her interview?

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user11 we love her

user12 her interviews r sooo funny and unserious

user13 i want her to interview f1 drivers 😭

user14 omg rightttt imagine lando on there

user15 i want oscar or charles 😂

user16 i didnt even know she was a wag

user17 she's more relevant that her bf HE's the wag

user18 justice for my guy lando

aitch

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aitch watch me on y/n y/l/n's series for real like that's my girl

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user19 damn

user20 his girl?!

user21 y/n looks so hot

user22 look like a couple fr

yourusername had the best time, thanks for coming on the show!!!

aitch anything 4 u

user23 🤭🤭🤭

user24 CUTIESSS

user25 one of my fav episodes so far

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user30 omg i screamed

user31 SHE'S SOOO HOTTTT

carlossainz55 somebody's jealous

landonorris of what?

carlossainz55 😂

user32 lando norris you are one lucky man

yourusername omg hello mr protective

landonorris my girl

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landonorris where are you right now

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landonorris hey

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user33 "HEY"????

user34 omg

user35 HOTTTTTT

carlossainz55 still not jealous?

landonorris not sure what you're talking about!

user36 you caused this @.aitch

aitch nah

landonorris no

yourusername 🙂

user37 posting this with this caption is criminal

user38 hahaha our jealous boy

user39 little lando norris is jealoussss

yourusername hahah i love you and only you

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landonorris yup. that's MY girl

THE END 🧡

[hysteria-things]

I KNOW REQUESTS R CLOSED BUT ONE DAY U SHOULD MAKE A MATT ANGST

DOUBTS

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dilf!matt x babysitter!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when a huge inconvenience happens, matt doubts himself as a father.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ANGST/FLUFF, swearing

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,075

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i’m not really good at angst and this feels rushed but i hope you like it😔

(dilf!matt au originally by @luvs4matt)

matt curses and slams his fingertips against his keyboard as he types, frustrated by everything that consists of his job. his boss, his coworkers, the work itself… he’s pissed. at this point he doesn’t know what he’s mad at anymore, but he just is.

you went home after dropping evelyn at school this morning, and matt told you not to worry about picking her up since he’s working from home today. his day consisted of meetings and phone calls that he’d rather die than do, and as if on queue, his phone started to ring. “jesus fucking christ.” he grumbles, swiping the answer button without looking at who it is. “hello?”

“hi, is this matthew sturniolo? evelyn’s dad?” the lady on the other line says with cheerfulness yet concern.

his eyebrows furrow, and he stops working completely to lean back in his office chair. he recognizes the voice as his daughter’s teacher, but she never calls him. evelyn does fantastic in school, and his blood feels cold when he starts to worry. “yeah, that’s me. is everything okay?”

“yes, yes, everything’s fine!” the woman reassures. “it’s just that…” she clears her throat like she’s nervous to spit it out. “nobody came to pick up evelyn today, and i was wondering if anybody is on the way.”

matt’s face falls, the silence deafening when the teacher waits patiently for a response. he glances over at the time, seeing that it’s 3:32. school got out a little over thirty minutes ago.

shit… shit.

being caught up in work all day made time fly by, and he didn’t bother to look at the clock at all. he has a deadline due at 4:00, and he won’t get it done in time if he goes to pick up ev.

fuck!

“mr. sturniolo?” the silence is broken after three slow minutes. “are you still there?”

“i’ll send her babysitter over.” he says gruffly. “she’ll be there soon.” before she can respond, matt hangs up and taps on your contact.

Y/N

I need you.

hello to you too

No, not like that.

I need you to pick Evelyn up from school.

matt

school ended almost forty minutes ago

You think I don’t know that?

I was so busy with work I lost track of time and I can’t pick her up now.

Please, y/n.

I’ll give you the money for it.

i don’t care about the money

i’m getting in my car now

Thank you.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ❦ ⋆⁺₊⋆

when you arrive at the main doors of the elementary school, you smile at evelyn’s beaming face when she sees you. “y/n!” her backpack is as big as her, bouncing when she runs into your arms for a tight embrace. you take her hand and wave her teacher goodbye while you start walking to the car.

the ride back to the house is not even ten minutes, and you get a glimpse of matt sitting on the porch steps when you pull into the driveway. his hands are on his face, gripping his hair in stress. “i see daddy!” evelyn exclaims excitedly, unbuckling the top half of the car seat as she wiggles.

you giggle, putting the car in park. “let me stop moving, first.”

matt flinches, getting out of his trance when he feels tiny hands grab onto his knee. he lifts his head, the corner of his mouth lifting when he sees evelyn grunting as she tries to get on his lap. he helps her up, cradling the five-year-old in his arms as you approach. you drop her school bag on the ground, sitting next to matt, but keeping a distance.

he runs his fingers through his daughter’s brown curls before speaking. “have a good day today?”

“we colored a lot.” she nods along, swinging her legs. “mrs. quinn says i have a way with color.”

you can tell his mind is racing from his clenched jaw and bobbing of his adam’s apple as he swallows, staring down at evelyn to try and not show how upset he is in front of her. you see some chalk laid out by your vehicle. “hey, ev?” you grin when she looks at you, leaning your head to the bucket of chalk. “since you’re so good at drawing, why don’t you make a picture for me before i leave?”

it takes her a second to notice the chalk from afar, but then she hops down on the ground. “i’m going to make you a princess.” she states, jogging over to the sticks of rainbow shades.

matt beats you to it when she’s out of earshot, staring into space. “i’m a terrible father.”

“you’re not,” you say sternly, his sentence not fully out when you do.

your heart cracks at his words, and you look at him with sympathy. he’s knocking himself down over something so silly, but you can see how hurt he is even through his grumpy demeanor.

“i left my kid at school for almost an hour, y/n.” he argues back with some attitude, but you don’t take it personally. “no good parent does that.”

“it was one time.” you retort, moving closer to him a smidge. “don’t doubt yourself over something small like this. she was bubbly as hell when i grabbed her, and i honestly think she didn’t realize how long she was waiting. she was too distracted mingling with mrs. quinn.”

grumbling something under his breath, he looks over to evelyn who’s happily drawing all sorts of shapes and patterns onto the pavement. “look at that little girl over there and tell me she thinks the same.” you challenge, pointing at her.

he rolls his eyes at you, deep down knowing that you’re right. he’ll never admit it to your face, though. you then grab the unicorn backpack off the floor, unzipping it and reaching inside for something. “she explained the whole ride home about how she made this for you during her free time.” you pull out a piece of paper, unfold it, and hand it to him.

looking down, he runs his thumbs over the scribbled colors and rereads the message at least five times. you scan his face, seeing his eyes glossy and his lip gently quiver. it looks like he’s about to cry, but he doesn’t.

she does have a way with color.

“you consist of a lot of things, matt.” your voice cracks, subtly rubbing his lower back. “but being a bad father isn’t one of them.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[m00neroni]

@wolfstarmicrofic || 2nd Dec || Father Christmas || 626 words

"Da! Come on!" Hurry up! Teddy shouts, tugging his father's hand so they can reach Father Christmas' stand faster. If they don't move quickly, the other children will ask for the best presents before he has the opportunity to do so.

And that simply can't be!

He is a man on a mission!

"Teds! Slow down!" Da protests, but Teddy ignores him, because he can already see Santa's House and there is no queue!

Without listening to the adult's complaints, the child frees himself and sprints as fast as he can, stopping right at the entrance and looking up so he can greet the elf.

"Hi!" Teddy pants as he tries to catch his breath. His cheeks are too warm and he is sweating under his jumper, but he doesn't care. "I'm here to see Father Christmas!"

"Of course you are, sweetheart." The pretty elf chuckles and extends her hand so he can hold it. She has bright red hair under her green hat and looks around his Da's age, even if he knows she is magic and probably way way way older. Her smile is very pretty too. "You're very lucky. Father Christmas was about to take a very long break, but he's gonna make time just to see you!"

"Excellent!"

It's not ideal, because he would've liked to be the first one who spoke with him, but having Santa's undivided attention sounds good too!

Teddy grins excitedly as he approaches him, and wow, who knew Father Christmas was so amazingly cool! Because he has tattoos! Teddy can see them under the big white beard, right on his neck. And he is so tall! More than his da! And that's a lot! Oh, Vic is not gonna believe him when he tells her how cool Father Christmas is!

"Hello, little man!" Santa greets him as Teddy sits on his lap, feeling really excited. The man's voice is low and strong and it would scare Teddy if it wasn't because he is smiling broadly at him. "What's your name?"

"Edward Remus Tonks Delacour Lupin!" He announces, solemnly. "But you can call me Teddy!"

Father Christmas laughs loudly at that, almost like a barking sound, which makes Teddy's smile broaden even more. "That's a very amazing name, Mr Teddy."

"Thank yous!"

"Alright, you're my very special guest today. What can I do for you?" Father Christmas finally asks the most important question. It's his moment!

"This year I just want one present! Because it's very very big and Mami says I can't ask for many big things even if your elves can do it because if I do it other children won't get their presents!"

"Yes, Mami is definitely right." Santa nods, and Teddy notices he likes to smile a lot, like his da, because he also has those lines around his grey eyes. It is so cool! "So, tell me, what do you want?"

"A second dad!" The child announces very loud. "Mami and Mum are already together and Da is very very very lonely. He just reads and reads and reads, and watches films with that red drink Teddy can't have because it's for grown-ups! But Mami and Mum are very happy together, so I think I should get another dad so Da doesn't feel lonely and sad."

"Oh…"

"Look! That's him!" Teddy cuts him, pointing at where Da is waiting for him with that expression he also wears when he is constipated and his tummy hurts. His ears are very red and they can even see it from here. "I think another daddy would make him super super happy, don't you agree?"

"Well," Santa replies, tilting his head to one side as he looks at his Da. "Maybe I can do something about it."

(When I finished writing it, I've realised I had been very inspired and influenced by Teddy in @languagelessonswolfstar's latest fic, so credits where they are due! and please, go and read it!)

[a-regretful-rpg]

mspaint doodle,,,,,

[tenna-the-tv]

HE’S GROOVY! AND NEVER GLOOBY!

So, I have finally been updated on the workings of modern day technology! (I still don’t know what an “email” is, but just roll with it!)

I suppose I should introduce myself! I’m Mr. “Ant” Tenna, or just Tenna for short! I don’t really care about pronouns, just use whatever!

I’m not exactly sure what else to put here? Well, hello Tumblr!

IT’S TV TIME!

(ooc stuff under the cut)

GENERAL INFO!!

This blog runs on a queue, so it might take a bit for your asks to be posted! This means a maximum* of 50 posts a day from 8am-10pm EST due to tumblr constraints. Once I reach 50 posts in queue, I will close the askbox until the number is back down to around 35.

*some asks will be answered off queue if they’re related, time limited, important, or part of a coordinated roleplay. do not abuse this caveat.

Some tags! All posts will be tagged with roleplay. Quiz show is for posts with polls (aka quizzes in Tenna language) and item collection is for any post that contains picking up items! I might forget to tag so if you notice one of these posts without the right tag then lmk!!! All potentially triggering content will be tagged so the both “x tw” and “tw x”

Mettatenna is canon to this blog, but feel free to send Spamtenna or any other shipping asks! Just know that Tenna will not know what you’re referring to

Also uhh other roleplay accounts PLZ INTERACT AAAAAAAAAAA sorry if i mischaracterize bro he’s so me fr..,,,,,…

Feel free to send roleplay asks! This is my first roleplay account so uh be nice please !!

Self shipping (with Tenna specifically) is fine just know he will NOT know what ur talking abt,,,

Other blogs + links!

any asks to Mike should be directed to @morse-code-mike !

one of my friends made a google doc containing all the posts on this blog if ur new here or just want to look back at certain stuff!! They also have docs for @/ask-tenna and Mike’s blog, you can find THEIR blog with all the patch notes and docs at @the-tenna-docs-updates

my fanart blog for the Tenna Askblogs is @tenna-askblog-fanart !!!

here’s a list of a bunch of other Tenna blogs if anyone wants to check those out!!!

and finally here’s a discord server that someone made for deltarune askblogs n stuff!!!

[goldammerchen]

i like shipping the same character with more than one other chara in the same timelines but i also often hc him as jealous, paranoid and sometimes possesive too looool

[nebulaafterdark]

Exile (Part 4)

Summary: Y/N Undersee thought the games were over after becoming a victor. Unfortunately, life outside the arena has become just as dangerous. Prequel to Moves & Countermoves

Trigger warning: forced prostitution, explicit sexual content, alcohol/drug use and other mentions of trauma. 18+ ONLY

Part 3

The reaping for the 64th hunger games, brings forth their tributes, Denali and Maximus. The girl, is sixteen and her little brother, only fourteen. Orphans, surviving solely off of tesserae and profits made from pedaling contraband at the hob.

When Y/N comes to greet them on the train, Denali has her brother tucked behind her protectively, near the table of food. “Hello.”

Denali watches her with wary eyes.

“You should eat.” Y/N tells her. “Both of you. Get your strength up for the arena.”

Maximus reaches out for a dinner roll, but his sister slaps it from his hand.

“You first.” Denali demands. She needs to be sure it’s not poisoned.

Y/N closes the space between them, taking the abandoned bread and tearing off a piece. Placing it into her mouth, she chews and swallows.

Maximus presses his lips together, gulping hard. He can almost taste it.

“My name is Y/N. I’ll be your mentor-”

“Where’s the other one? The man?”

“Haymitch is down in the bar car.” Y/N tells them.

“He’s been doing it longer, we want him.” Denali says.

“Fine.” Y/N crosses both arms over her chest, toying with the bracelet on her left wrist. “But the two of you stay here, and eat. Please eat.”

The girl narrows her gray, seam, eyes, watching the woman leave. She’s seen her before, sneaking around where she didn’t belong. The man, Haymitch, was from the seam, before he won the games. He still comes down to the hob, Denali’s sold to him a couple times. Most recently, a bracelet, woven from stitching scraps. For his wife, he’d told her…and the woman, Y/N, is wearing it.

The victors return after a long moment, their hands intertwined. Y/N appears to be leading Haymitch toward them, against his will.

Maximus and his sister stare at him, expectantly.

Haymitch smiles, “I heard you wanted to see me.”

“Y-yes. You’re our mentor and we need strategy and-”

“Woah,” Haymitch stops the girl’s train of thought, “you’re barking up the wrong tree, sweetheart.”

“What?”

“That’s her department,” Haymitch jerks his chin toward his wife.

“Then what do you do?” Denali asks.

“Enjoy the refreshments,” Haymitch lifts his glass.

————————————————————————

Upon arriving in the Capitol, Y/N and Haymitch are collected to film interviews. Caesar always finds a way to make the most of their time here. But over the years, it has proven useful in gaining sponsors for their tributes.

“We’re happy.” Haymitch reminds Y/N. “We’re in love and so glad to be here.”

Y/N nods, blinking up at him through obscenely long lashes. Vanity has done a number on her this time. Y/N is her muse, the one who inspired her to leave her position as stylist for the games and design pieces for her victor full time.

The people of the Capitol cannot get enough. Anything Y/N wears, they want to wear. Tonight is a cotton candy pink dress.

“For the first time, on this very stage, we will be joined by Mr. and Mrs. Abernathy.” Caesar announces, riling the crowd into a frenzy.

Last time they were here was their wedding day and Snow obviously had better things for them to do afterwards than gossip with Caesar Flickerman.

“Please give our newly weds a warm welcome, Y/N and Haymitch.” Caesar motions toward them from the stage, their queue to join him.

Haymitch reaches back for her hand, waving out at the crowd as they cross the floor.

Y/N greets Caesar first. He likes her better than Haymitch anyway, most people do.

————————————————————————

“Where’ve you been?” Maximus asks his mentors, after the tribute parade.

“Clearly they have more important things to do than help us.” Denali turns up her nose in their direction.

The tributes are dressed as coal miners…again.

“Do you have any idea how much a bottle of water goes for in the arena? A loaf of bread? Medicine?” Haymitch cuts in. “Those things don’t come cheap, sweetheart.”

“So what?” Denali doesn’t understand how their absence would change that.

“There’s people here with a lot of money.” Y/N explains. “The more time we spend with them, the more money they’re willing to provide our tributes. I’m sorry that we had to step away, but that’s why I supplied you with the tablets. Did you have a chance to look over the strategy files?”

Denali shakes her head of dark curls.

“That’s ok, we still have time.” Y/N assures her, “let’s go up to our floor. We can discuss it over dinner.”

————————————————————————-

The district twelve escort, a woman named Cordelia Walters, who desperately hopes to be reassigned to another district; holds the elevator for them. “Chop, chop.” She claps her hands together. Like herding animals in a zoo.

“Always a delight.” Haymitch snarks, as they step into the confined space.

Y/N huffs a laugh, pressing her lips together. Their escorts seem to have a high turnover rate. She hopes that holds true.

Dinner is tense, Cordelia can’t be bothered with listening to defense strategy details. “Can we talk about something else?”

“Oh, sure!” Y/N pipes up, “let’s discuss the up in coming fashion for the spring. I have all of Vanity’s sketches.”

“Really?” The woman squeals, “you don’t think she’ll mind?”

“Not at all.” Y/N lies, “here, take it. You can bring it back in the morning.”

“Thank you.” The Capitol woman races away, closing the door to her suite behind her.

“That’s one way to do it.” Haymitch lifts a shoulder, poking at the peas on his plate.

“Now we can talk?” Maximus asks, shoveling another spoonful into his mouth.

“Yeah,” Y/N smiles. “You can start by telling me what you’re good at.”

“I’m a fast runner.” The boy tells her.

“Had to be, we’ve been running all our lives.” Denali adds, still unsure if Y/N can be trusted.

“And what about you,” Y/N asks, “what are you good at?”

“I’m strong and good with a knife.” The girl tells her. “We just need you to give us a chance.”

Y/N leans in, across the table, “we can train you, separate from the other tributes. We can supply you with anything you might need from a sponsor. We can prepare you for your interviews. No one is rooting for you more than we are.”

The four of them talk late into the night, answering questions. Exchanging stories and discussing useful weapon tactics.

Haymitch’s number one rule is not to get attached. However his wife, either cannot or will not follow it.

When they finally retire to their room, Y/N makes a mad dash for the white pills, on the bedside table. The contents rattle in her shaking hand.

“Here, angel.” Haymitch takes it from her, “that won’t help.”

“But you said-” White is for pain.

He reaches for another bottle. “Take this.” He deposits a yellow pill into her hand. Then a blue. For her nerves and to help her sleep.

Y/N swallows them down, attempting to catch her breath.

“Come here.” Haymitch wraps her up in his arms. Placing a hand over her heart and rubbing gently, “that’s where it hurts, huh?”

She nods, praying that the pills take effect soon.

“The white ones can’t help with that.” He continues, attempting to soothe the ache.

“How do you do this?” Y/N leans into him. “It’s only been four years and I feel like-”

“Before you, those ten years after I won….I drank until I blacked out and I can still see their faces. I remember their names. I see their families, back home and it never gets easier. It never gets better. But you find ways to live with it.”

Y/N lets out a sob, “I can’t. I can’t.”

“I’ll help you.” I’ll do whatever it takes.

“I want to go home.”

“I know,” Haymitch breathes. “But the pills are gonna kick in soon. Then you’ll feel better.”

“I don’t want to feel better. I want to save those kids!”

“We can try.” Haymitch says, somberly.

“If I overdose, what happens to my family?” Y/N wonders, eyelids growing heavy as Haymitch shuffles her toward the bed.

“Snow wanted to have them executed after your games. As punishment for you not killing Tyson. He was only willing to negotiate a deal, in exchange for my…work. If you kill yourself, I have nothing else to offer him. No leverage. He’ll kill them and sell me; again.” Haymitch explains, pulling off her shoes. “But I wouldn’t blame you.”

Y/N sucks in a breath. She has something to live for. Her sister, her parents and him. She has Haymitch to live for. Therefore she cannot die. “It was only a hypothetical question, I wasn’t- I wouldn’t-” leave you.

Haymitch pats her cheek, the drugs have kicked in and her tears have subsided. “Goodnight, angel.”

Part 5

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Hello, Love! (JJK)- 01

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, probable smut (we don't know yet lololol)

Rating: 18+

Summary: You had a plan when you returned home, seven years later. However, falling in love with your sister's fiance wasn't it.

Word count: 2K (approx)

Warning: mentions of drug addiction, familial neglect.

The ring fits Jungkook as if it was meant just for him. Not one bit tight nor is it one bit loose. Snug around his finger as if it has always belonged there.

A round of applause breaks out and he looks at the smiling faces of his family and that of his soon to be in law's. 

As the cheers and claps die down, he takes it as his queue. His hand makes it’s way to his pocket. However, when he is not met with a small square jewellery box, he immediately checks his other pocket. That pocket, too, disappoints him. 

He looks up awkwardly at his fiancee and tries to give her a reassuring smile. Now checking for the pockets of his trousers, he fumbles around to somehow make the box appear out of thin air. 

Realising that he is running out of time, he turns towards Jimin. “Jimin, did I not give you the ring box on our way here?” 

Jimin looks at Jungkook with eyes wide like that of a newborn baby. “No, you didn't.”

“Yes, I did,” Jungkook claims with more surety than he actually feels inside. 

“When?!”

“When we were outside–”

“You were talking on the phone—”

“And, I gave it to you while—”

“Here,” Riya offers, with the small red box resting on her palm. Before Jungkook can ask, she answers, “I found it lying on the floor of our balcony.”

Jungkook gives an awkward chuckle in response, trying to play it off. “Jimin has become very careless these days.”

Before Jimin can protest and defend himself, Jungkook shoots him a look that somehow shuts him up. 

Jungkook doesn't waste another minute before taking the ring out and putting it on Riya's fingers. The sooner it is done, the lesser are the chances of running into any other bumps on the road.

Another similar round of applause breaks out and Jungkook heaves a sigh of relief. 

The engagement is done. 

“Dad,” Jungkook greets cheerfully as he takes a seat.

“Hmm,” his soon to be father in law doesn't bother looking up as his eyes remain occupied with the official documents he's currently working on. 

Jungkook remains unfazed by the lack of enthusiasm and continues. “You know I'm currently discussing a project with Mr. Elgin, right?’’

“Hmm.”

“And well I was telling him how I'm about to marry your daughter Riya Roy.”

“I see.”

“Do you know the praises he sang for you?”

Now that somehow catches his dear soon to be father-in-law's attention. 

“Did he?” He interlaces his fingers, and relaxes against the chair, temporarily discarding the documents in the process.

“Yes!” Jungkook nods excitedly. “He was telling me how well you would display and advertise your designs to potential investors during the early business days.” 

“What else did he say?” he muses.

“He also told me how well you have single handedly managed the business. How you started it from scratch and made it what it is today.” 

The older man lets out a chuckle. “It doesn't sound too odd for someone to praise me for advertising my clothes in a clothing line business or for working hard when I am the one who started it.”

There's a brief pause where Jungkook seemingly processes the words.

“Now tell me, how much money do you need?” 

Oh. 

Now, it's Jungkook who lets out a chuckle, albeit an awkward one. “You haven't even listened to what he said on learning that you're planning on expanding your business.”

“Trust me, I don't need to know,” comes the reply. “You tell me the amount, I need to get back to work.”

Jungkook considers his options then in the blink of an eye, his whole demeanour changes. “You know how I almost have the contract for this year's cricket world cup?” 

Much like earlier, the man hums. 

“However, suddenly, they have raised the bid by six million.” 

“So you need six million dollars?” 

Jungkook nods, hoping that the amount doesn’t sound as big as it is. 

There’s a pause and then there’s a low hum in response. “Did you return the one million dollar you had taken from Riya?”

“Well I almost have. There’s only a little left to pay back.”

“How much are you yet to pay?”

Sometimes, Jungkook wishes he knew how to read this man a little better. His father in law, undoubtedly, is every bit of the businessman you’d think of him to be. He thinks like a businessman, walks like one and talks like one in every sense possible. 

Jungkook knows that one would never find this man speaking one word, that is not required. And that just makes it all the more difficult to ever get a hint of what his father in law is thinking. 

Sometimes, Jungkook thinks speaking to this man is the equivalent of playing chess with a computer. You’d never know what the next move will be but you can rest assured, that you'll never outsmart them. 

“Some two hundred thousand.”

“That’s the amount you are yet to pay?”

Jungkook pretends he hadn’t heard the question properly, the first time. “Uhm, no that’s the amount I have paid.”

“So what’s the amount you are yet to pay?”

“Eight hundred thousand—,” he replies and then quickly adds, “—but I will pay everything back as soon as the contract is finalised.”

“Sure,” his father in law nods, not buying his words. "I'll need some time to think about it."

“Listen, no matter what, I anyhow, need a meeting to be scheduled with Mr.Shro—I don’t care what his manager is saying about him being busy.”

The wind blows at a steady pace and somewhere in the lobby, a toddler shrieks in joy. 

“Mail his manager as many times as you need to. Just refuse to accept no as an answer.”

Poor Sam, Jimin thinks, pitying the poor boy who didn’t know what he was signing up for when he agreed to be Jungkook’s manager. 

“Yes, yes! Mail them again—not now Jimin!”

Unfortunately, Jimin doesn’t seem to catch the hint and taps him on his back, again. 

“What is it Jim—”, only it is not Jimin. “Sam, I’ll get back to you later.” 

“You asked dad for money.”

Uh oh. Jungkook could tell Riya wasn’t in the brightest of moods, but nothing could have prepared Jungkook for this. 

“Riya why don’t we take this inside?” Jungkook suggests, keeping his voice soft and calm. He hadn’t thought much of it when he was screaming at his manager left and right in the balcony, for everyone to hear. But an arguement between the freshly engaged couple, might just not be that ideal.

“Jungkook, do you not have any self respect?”

I do, in fact that is why I am asking you to move this inside, Jungkook thinks to himself. Instead of speaking the words out, he again, mildly tries to guide her inside a room. 

Riya, however, remains adamant on not cooperating with him. “You tell me, Jungkook, how can i respect a man who has zero self respect?”

“You do—”

“You know what keep your ring, I don’t want it.” In the blink of an eye, the ring that had almost managed to cause a commotion merely a few hours ago, now rests on Jungkook’s palm, again. 

“Riya, what is your problem?” Long gone is the calmness Jungkook was trying so hard to keep. Now, he sounds extremely confused and perhaps frustrated. 

“My problem is the fact that I cannot marry a man who has zero self—”

“It’s not self respect that I lack! Its ego!” Jungkook snaps. “If I know asking for help could get me the opportunity that I have worked so hard for, why shouldn’t I? Plus, it’s not like I have ever failed to pay back.”

There’s a beat of silence, where Jungkook tries to regain his composure. “I don’t understand Riya, the years when you were struggling to make it into the industry, I supported you in every way I could. So now that I'm the one who’s facing struggles, why can’t you find it in yourself to do the same?”

Something in Riya softens at the mention of all the times, Jungkook stood by her side like a rock. Every penny Jungkook earned was spent on Riya’s then struggling career. Lord knows, there were times when she felt like giving up but Jungkook wouldn’t let her. When she lost faith, Jungkook would believe in it for both of them. 

She inhales shakily and looks at the ring and it somehow manages to ground her to why she said yes to Jungkook in the first place. 

“And if it bothers you so much, I won't ask dad for money.”

She nods and then gently takes the ring from Jungkook. It's in that gentle touch of her's that Jungkook knows things are settled, at least for the time being. 

“I'll go look for Mili aunty, I heard she was looking for me,” Riya says, and somehow the abrupt end of argument doesn't surprise Jungkook, in the least. 

As Riya walks back inside, Jungkook releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He finds it a little difficult to believe that Riya almost broke off the engagement. Although he probably shouldn’t be so surprised. 

Over the years, Jungkook has become very familiar with Riya’s habit of breaking up with him at the slightest inconvenience. Now that they are engaged, breaking up means...well, calling off the engagement. 

Arguments with Riya are always like this, short lived but very frequent. Riya would state the reasons why she thinks this won’t work and all the reasons why Jungkook is wrong and then Jungkook would have to remind her of all the reasons as to why the both of them have stuck together for so long. 

Maybe it has always been like this, be it for Riya’s career, or for their relationship, Jungkook has always kept faith on behalf of the both of them when Riya couldn’t. 

Perhaps securing the deal he's currently working on, would finally give Riya the reassurance that she's looking for. Well, he sure hopes so because if this contract doesn't, Jungkook doesn't know what will. 

Getting this deal has the potential of turning you into the equivalent of Leonardo DiCaprio of the event organisation industry. There's simply no looking back from then on. You'd have career stability, money and a reputation among your peers. 

It's probably everything a woman looks for in the man, they are marrying. 

So yeah, he genuinely hopes that he can prove himself to be capable and can put rest to this constant breaking up and patching up cycle the two of them have found themselves in, for years. 

And he's definitely going to give his best, even if that means being rude to his innocent, sweet, doe-eyed manager. 

Chapter two will be up on my Patreon on early access by the end of this week!

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May I request a Part 3 for the Leon las plagas fic?? It's just so!!! Exciting!! How reader reacts to the pregnancy? Weird side effects??? Does Leon's aggression turn into more smothering affection? Do the scientists conduct physical tests on reader (how does Leon react to that??? Does he have to be restrained? Is he present?) Her thoughts as shes kept in relative isolation? Does she bond with the baby she's carrying (talking to the bump, playing games)?

Missed - short (pt.3)

Pairing; Yandere Las Plagas Leon Kennedy x reader

Synopsis; Visiting Leon after your check-up

Reader description; Female/GN

Edited: No, Yes

Word count; 1k

TW; kidnapping, forced pregnancy, SA mentioned.

Notes; {Last part! Also, very sorry if this isn’t a good ending just wanted to post something to get me into writing again.}

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!

“Mrs.(Last name), your breakfast is ready.”

The radiant lights flick on, nearly blinding you despite the dark blanket covering your face, gaining an irked groan from you. It takes an effort to lift yourself, the additional weight in your abdomen making it a laborious act. “What is It?” you utter, voice raspy.

A Nurse enters the room. She hauls in a full tray of food. Providing you with a polite smile, she set the tray on your blanketed lap. “This morning we made you: pancakes, bacon, and eggs; just as you requested yesterday.” You nod showing acknowledgment, returning her polite smile. “After you eat, we’ll start with your check-up. Okay?” you nod once again and she takes her queue to exit.

It’s been four prolonged months since you conceived the baby, or what the scientists declare “experiment 12,”. While your time staying here hasn’t been the best it’s beginning to feel like your new life.

You follow a schedule: first breakfast, then a check-up, maybe a meeting with Leon, and whatever else happens throughout the day.

The food here is okay. Truth be told you wish you could have a burger, maybe even convince one of the workers to stop by a fast food joint. Unfortunately, the scientists prefer for you to eat what they provide and only what they provide. Some day you’ll convince them the baby wants it. Maybe then they’ll get it.

“Let’s get this over with,” you mumble to yourself. You get out of bed and head over to your wardrobe, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a random comfortable shirt. It was nice of them to bring your clothes from home, they were way more comfortable than what they had suggested you wear at first.

“I’m ready,” you call out, knowing they are watching you from the other side of the glass. A doctor enters the room clutching a pen and clipboard. She pushes in a cart of medical supplies, “Hello, Mrs. (last name),” she sings, “How’s you and the baby?” She sits on the chair adjacent to your bed, patting the edge to encourage you to sit as well.

“We’re fine.” you groan, lifting your body up to take a seat beside her on the bed.

“Hm, still no out-of-the-ordinary cravings for pregnancy - no pains?”

“No, still none.” you sighed, looking down at your pregnant ample belly.

Throughout your pregnancy, everything seemed to be normal. You had the same cravings as any other woman, the normal discomforts as other pregnant women- everything appeared expected for a pregnant woman. It provoked worry from both you and the scientists. The normalcy in the pregnancy could lead to an abnormally painful birth or an abnormally formed baby; as hypothesized by the scientists.

You look up to see her documenting the given information on her clipboard. “I’m still allowed to see Leon, right?” you inquire, tone a bit desperate. She glances up from her paper and smiles at you, “Yup! After we’re done, I’ll take you to his chambers.” She clicks her pen and the blue ink tip withdrawals. Putting away the pencil, she pulls out the medical supplies and begins to examine you.

She runs a couple of tests which take about twenty minutes. Then she gets to your belly; gently she touches around the round flesh, her fingertips slightly poking at you not enough to earn your discomfort. You watch as her brows begin to furrow slightly, growing in intensity after every couple of seconds that her hands explore your belly. From your point of view, it’s like she’s checking a fleshy watermelon, gently shaking and poking at it.

After a while of poking and rubbing you like a crystal ball, she holds your stomach for a minute, and her eyes widen slightly. She bends down and lifts your stomach.

“I finally found something anomalous,” she says triumphantly, a smug grin spreading on her face as she perks up at you. You peer down at her, curiously attempting to look at yourself but ultimately failing due to your belly’s size. “What? What is it?”

She stands tall pulling off her blue gloves. “Your stomach is heavier than a normal pregnant woman’s.” She ambles to the trash can by the door and disregards the gloves. “I don’t know why I haven’t noticed it before- maybe this happened overnight or something.” She shrugs.

Now that you consider it, you have noticed other pregnant women don’t find normal tasks as difficult as you do. Well, they obviously do find it hard- you meant from what you’ve been told by the doctors. Usually, women rate their pain as a five or six. You’d rate your pain as a seven or eight in recent days.

Instinctively, you began to caress your stomach. How bad would it hurt during the birth procedure? Wouldn’t the heavier the abdomen mean the heavier the baby? Your eyes widen and suck in a quivering breath. She takes notice of the change in mood, asking what’s the matter. You explain to her your concerns resulting in her chuckling, “There is a possibility of the birth being a bit hard, but I assure you, you’ll be in good hands.”

She leads you out of your room where two security officers are awaiting your arrival. They greet you with a nod of their heads, then continue to look onwards. You’re escorted through the plain white hallways until you finally reach a heavily gated metal door. One of the security guards walks over to put in the code, ensuring his back faces you. The doors open wide and you depart the doctor's side to enter.

Listening closely you can make out the dialogue from taxi driver playing at a medium volume. You shut the door behind you softly.

Leon sits in a wing chair, one leg across the other, slouching back with his head resting on his palm. Leon can usually detect when you’ve entered the room by your scent and the sound of your footsteps, but he was too captivated by the movie. Cute.

You tip-toe over, a mischievous grin spreading across your lips. Resting against the top part of the chair you tap the top of his head. Leon jerks forward slightly, he looks up, ruby eyes meeting yours. It takes him but a moment to realize it's you. He grins at you, “You surprised me.” he comments with a chuckle.

“Really? I thought I gave you a hard attack.” you giggle. You take your seat in the other wing chair pointed toward the television.

Leon smiles softly at you. Good, you think. Leon was starting to show off his emotions more openly now.

After the night you had conceived, Leon avoided you like the plague. His mind was guilted with the knowledge of what he had done to you. The person he swore he’d never hurt. It took weeks for him to look you in the eyes. About a month to finally start talking to you continuously instead of spewing a few words as a response to you. Now he was showing his emotions off after a couple of months.

“How was today's check-up? You did have one today right?” Leon questions, slightly moving his chair in your direction.

“Yeah the baby is still healthy but we found out it's really heavy.”

Leon nods his head taking in the new information. You decide to question him on his time away from you, “what about you? Anything new?”

Leon absentmindedly fiddles with his fingers, he recalls his day in slow-formed sentences, “Well, they finally told me when I’d be able to continue working.” Leon had been wanting to get back to work sometime, he’d been asking every month since his captivity. “They say I’ll start next month.”

You hum, “That’s great, baby.”

“It's good and all,” Leon starts, leaning back in his chair, “but I hope I’m not out when the baby comes.” Leon didn't trust anyone in the building when it came to the baby’s delivery. He wanted to be there not only for your safety but to unsure they wouldn’t try anything.

“We still need to decide the name,” Leon notes.

Leon lets out a small sigh, displaying a small smile. He looks at your stomach, “That reminds me, what about the gender? Do you know it yet? Did they tell you?”

“Oh, yeah! Give me a second.” You abruptly stand, hurrying your way as fast as your swollen feet can go to the door. You tap on the door. Tap, Tap, Tap. The door opens slightly ajar, and the doctor peaks in slightly. “Is everything okay?” her eyes flash worry. “Do you have the paper for the baby’s gender?” her worry dissipates, “Yes.” she slides in a vanilla envelope through the crack.

You close the door and make your way back to Leon. Presenting the vanilla envelope to him, he turns to you quickly, eyes slightly wide. “Should I open it, or you?” you sing, waving it in the air.

Leon focuses on the envelope, lips pursed in thought. His eyes softly turn to you, “Could you, please?”

“Okay.” you oblige, teasing him by moving ever so slowly.

“...what do you think?”

“...is it a boy?”

You grin at him not uttering a single word. Leon isn’t sure if his assumption is correct or not, so he asks for the second option. “Is it a girl?” This time instead of making him guess you nod your head.

A smile crosses Leon's face, but it's different from any other you've seen from him. It’s genuine. It wasn’t like Leon never smiled, just a few minutes ago he was- this was just different. He had a smile you could only capture when the subject of a candid photograph isn’t aware of the camera.

Leon is the first to move, hugging you tightly and slightly rocking your body along with his.

If it weren't for the circumstances of the situation, perhaps you too could find unconditional joy in the moment. Yet you can’t. At the end of the day, this child could tear you to bits. At the end of the day, you could die because of the possible unatural birth. At the end of the day, you could be shot down like an unuseful dog after their experiment is finally birthed.

You know the pleasure you feel in these moments will soon come to a soul-crushing end, so traumatizing you’ll awake in a cold sweat many years later if they have not disposed of you.

For now, you’ll indulge in the normalcy of the situation as much as you can.

For soon that will come to a crushing end.