#that heaven wants somebody like me

[makemeking]

I know you hurt me cause you like me

[flemish-giant-jackalope]

In the middle of the lab a werewolf lays on his back. His legs and arms chained to the ground.

You would think he would protest more but the amount of drugs and aphrodisiac coursing through his veins prevent it.

It also helps that you're currently riding his dick in a desperate attempt to milk him dry. He is in utter bliss, drooling with his tongue hanging out of his maw.

You're in a cowgirl position. Wearing nothing more than a tiny chastity cage and your sweat. On the cage there is yellow warming label attached. The following text printed beneath it.

"Extractor is in use. do not remove!"

Officially you are designated as a biological extractor unit, and property of the laboratory. But the lab personal has given you the nickname "fleshlight". To your own drugged and hypnotised satisfaction.

You whimper as you're desperately try to get past his knot. You want it so bad! You want to be praised for a job well done! You want to be a good fleshlight!

A person wearing a lab coat approaches you. You're so out of it you don't ever hear them approach.

"Are you having difficulty fleshlight?"

You flinch when you hear them. Which you instantly regret as your hole clenches around the werewolf’s shaft.

You stop to let your hole relax. Looking up at them you let out whine. Laboratory equipment can't use words.

They look down at you amused. "it's ok you cute little fleshlight. This is our biggest subject yet, so you just need more time to stretch that pretty little hole of yours."

With a gloved hand they take your chin, and softly raise it till they know they have your full attention. With the same tone you might politely ask a machine to do something, they say; "you're only goal in life is to be a good stretchy hole."

You zone out as the words trigger intake training. As you relax completely your eyes glaze over and a lazy smile forms on your face.

The lab assistant, still holding your chin in their hand, slides a gloved thumb in your mouth. You don't even mind or register it. You're completely focused on relaxing your ass as much as possible, while drooling happily on their thumb.

They pull their one hand back softly. Reaching their other hand into their lab coat they take out a vial. With a routine that must have happened a 100 times they collect the saliva from their thumb.

While keeping their eyes on the vial of saliva they say: "activate extractor routine 4"

You place your hands on you calf’s, using all your weight to try and conquer the werewolf’s knot. You ride it up and down slowly.

Pleased with the consistency of the sample the scientist takes a step over the werewolf’s leg.

Their standing behind you as you blissfully ride the werewolf’s cock. Desperately trying to stretch your hole. A mantra going through your head.

"a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight,"

The squat behind you and inspect your progress

"Fleshlight sit"

You stop at the tip of the werewolf’s cock and let your weight glide you down. Your hole slightly stretching over the knot.

The blue medical glove glides easily over the lubed knot. Their index finger gliding upwards towards your hole, and glides in with little resistance. They hum satisfied and glide a second finger in. The smile on your face just widens, happy to inspected like a good piece of lab equipment.

They glide their fingers out and collect the liquid in another vial. "It seems you do need some more help." they stand up and put one a new pair of gloves.

While still behind you they put their hand over your mouth. Index and middle finger pushed inside your mouth. You start sucking on them.

"Your intake training is still doing wonders" they get a small vial from their coat and open it one handed. Holding it under their nostrils the smell already giving you a rush of endorphin. You get the simple command of "breath in"

You fill your lungs with the product as if it was the first breath you ever took.

"gooood fleshlight" the scientists says with a smile.

The chemicals course through your system and you hear your heartbeat in your head. As a pleasant heat flows over your body, your exhale takes any bit tension left in your body with it.

"Fleshlight ride"

You move your body up and down the length of the shaft. Feeling your hole open up more and more. Al the wile repeating the mantra in your head.

"a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight,"

After a couple of minutes later you almost get over the thicket parts. Joy radiates your face as drool slowly leaks out of your mouth. The scientist eagerly collecting it in a vial.

While putting the closed vial in their lab coat, they look at the werewolf’s head. Still drooling and content, but with a quickening breath.

Smiling but determined the scientists quickly gets your happy vile from their coat.

"Fleshlight tip"

You stop at the top of you ascend. The tip of the werewolf’s massive cock keeping you nice and loose.

Quickly they put the vial under your nose.

"Breath in"

Still swimming in the effect of the previous huff you greedily inhale again. Your mantra only getting louder in your brain. There are no other thoughts allowed.

"a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight,"

A knew intensified wave of heat flows over you. Spreading to your whole body as you feel it loosen.

You can feel every cm of the werewolf’s cock in detail.

"Fleshlight sit"

You fall down and you feel the scientist putting a bit of their weight on your shoulders.

You slam onto the knot and your ass opens up. Feeling your ass stretch over the knot feels like heaven. And then suddenly

"pop"

The werewolf’s breathing is getting erratic.

"Fleshlight ride" the scientists commands, getting a bit breathless themselves.

You've never felt so full in your life! As you ride you feel the knot gliding over prostate again and again. Precum is being pumped out as you continue going up and down. The knot has now swelled too much and you can't get it out anymore. You don't care! A good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight! A good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight! And you've taken the knot! You want to be the best fleshlight!

And the best fleshlight are used and filled with cum!

The werewolf’s is panting heavily, even with all the drugs coursing through his veins he tries to hump the fleshlight. A low satisfied growl begins as he cums.

The knot swells a final time as your locked into extasy! With every wave of cum, the knot pushes into your prostate making you leak more and more, as you feel your belly swell more and more. Desperately you move up and down trying to get every last drop off cum out of the beast beneath you.

The scientist has a hand in their pants too, no longer able to contain themselves. They quickly bend down and grab your chin, bending your head backwards, forcing you to focus on their face and voice.

Slightly out of breath they say "You're a very good fleshlight and deserve a reward"

Without any objection from you they open your mouth. You see them open theirs and letting their tongue hang out. A droplet of their spit falls on your face. You're delirious with joy! You're being praised for a job well done and are going to get a reward!

Al the while you still feel the werewolf filling you up.

"You deserve it, fleshlight can cum"

They say before pushing their tongue in your mouth.

Fleshlight has been good! Fleshlight has been good! Fleshlight has been so good!

You ride werewolf’s dick for all that you still can. Your moans into the French kiss as you feel a well-earned orgasm rock you to your core! You're abused prostate finally giving you release as you spray cum out of your cage onto the belly of the werewolf!

Releasing the kiss the scientists the scientists place their face next your ear. Observing the beautiful scene of your cum on the wolfs chest.

"Good extractor, you've been a very good extractor."

They coo softly. "Now rest a bit while the subject knot shrinks. And then will take this good little extractor to collection" they say with while petting your cheek. You push your face into their hand with the little energy you still have.

Still smiling they pet your head a little more. "I'll get our favourite lab equipment some water. We need to maintain you properly so you can do your job so well." with a smirk they add "Sit tight, I'll get our equipment their liquids"

[free-luigi-mangione]

I have a lot of older conservative relatives, most of them are surprisingly sympathetic towards Luigi (though a lot of it has to do with him being a handsome white man, rather than any appreciation for his supposed bravery.)

They’ve suffered decades of denied claims, and have lived long enough to realise that there is no peaceful way to fight back at the system. Regular people have no legal recourse to seek justice when we’re screwed over. Most of us are one medical emergency away from bankruptcy. The American healthcare system is so skewed, so evil, I don’t quite know how to express it to someone who hasn’t experienced it first-hand.

And yet, “murder is bad” is so deeply ingrained in them that they think he deserves some sort of punishment. They don’t want him to go away for life, but they’re also too stupid to realise that the chance to “reasonably” punish him ended back in December. He needs us Americans to disregard the evidence shown to us in court, to display some collective moral intelligence for once, to do the right thing even when it’s the antithesis of the law. We have to vote Not Guilty even if they show is a goddamn Livestream of Luigi doing it.

Unfortunately Americans as a collective voted for this disaster. And the disaster is much bigger than what’s happening to Luigi. Look at the state of the country. I’ve been asking every older conservative I know, and they genuinely want him to “do a few years” not realising that few years is not an option. They simply cannot justify letting a killer walk free, no matter how justified the crime. These idiots don’t understand how it works. They don’t know that it’s all or nothing. If we don’t save him, he’s going to meet a fate much darker than Brian Thompson did.

I will tell you this, the hardcore MAGAs want him to fry. There are people who vote red because they’re genuinely conservative, and there he has some chance, but the ones who vote conservative out of malice? They want him tortured and executed in public. I am scared of those people making it on to his jury. I am counting on Karen’s ability to spot these rotten pigs and get them kicked off…it’s my only hope.

- 💚

i hope americans (and brainwashed white people in general) learn a few things very soon –

non-violence does not work, and sometimes violence is the only answer and it is absolutely right, and

privileged people like them have forgotten this lesson because people of colour have suffered at their hands and have ingrained that lesson in their blood while they looked away and this included people losing their life to the death penalty too.

(click on the underlined portions, they're linked to posts that are relevant to what i mentioned)

also I know you said it is very hard to make those people sympathise with Luigi and they're really very idiotic but maybe trying to make them understand would help?? by telling them exactly what is at stake?? surely they're not rooting for a person like Luigi to be killed by the death penalty or to be deprived of every shred of life in LWOP?? maybe reasoning with them would help?? i don't know if it would but i genuinely hope it does.

i've had basically this exact conversation a few times and there are more asks currently waiting in my inbox talking about this, and i think Luigi's only hope of walking lies in KFA's capability of enforcing voir dire to make sure that he gets a female majority jury, with most people being people of colour. i cannot frankly see any hope otherwise.

[no1ryomafan]

The struggle of talking about your favorite fictional characters depth because no one in the tiny ass fandom that exists gives him the proper analysis he deserves and you rotated him enough in your head that you have detailed opinions about his character arc but making essays are REALLY fucking hard so the only thing you can shove to peoples faces is random incoherent rambles about one very specific scene or just pointing to your ao3 where you’ve written in depth character fics about him but aren’t canon complaint whatsoever since it’s “what if he actually addressed his trauma, got help and it lead to a happier ending for him than canon?” which feels like it contradicts aspect of why him getting doomed by the narrative is so appealing to begin with but you cry like a bitch remembering what happens to him that you need to cope like every other fandom.

…My conclusion is I fucking hate Ryoma Nagare for ruining my life. /s

[cegthefruitfish]

having a crush fucking sucks

[grotesquevi]

fuck-fuck-fuck not being able to kiss your super hot drummer girlfriend properly ‘cause of that damn tongue piercing.

cw   #   18+, public sex, oral sex, bandmates!au, guitarist!reader, slight dumbification, vi’s hot as fuck i wont elaborate, 2.2k words of pure filth, pls take care of your fresh piercing and DONT eat your girl if its a tongue one thanks,,, art bellow by — robin-vb.

"you sure you don't want to try it out with the groupies out there?" it's a compromised position to even try to be a brat when her arm pushes you against the small space in between the piled transportation boxes behind the scenario, when her lips find yours and you cannot think of a response that's clever enough as her mouth trails an invisible path down to your jaw and you can feel the first traces of it, the metal that drags against your skin in a new, foreign sensation — "i mean, they are screaming your name, don’t you hear it?"

vi’s sure she can, but cannot bring herself to care when she lacks of decency like this. decency she should have as her hands got stuck beneath your shirt, stroking the skin that shivers beneath her touch like a chemical reaction. the concert has just ended, the fans keep screaming and demanding for more so there's no one around to make her think its a bad idea, not when you look so inviting in her arms, when your sweaty skin now feels warm in the drummer's own and it’s exactly what she needs to celebrate another successful night.

"you're not wearing a bra?" there's noise around, but vi remains unfocused, the rest comes to a second plane: of course you're not wearing a bra — "cheeky guitarist. why do you want a fan, huh? somebody else to watch? maybe she likes my piercing better than you do."

there's no real discussion at all, not when you miss her too much to even try to fight any witty comment she tosses at you when the drummer decided to get a tongue piercing out of nowhere a month ago, against your will at first cause she's unable to kiss you for the entire healing process, eat you out properly.

"fuck off, violet."

"nu-uh. nobody gets to see you this fucked but me," a problem. everything with her tends to be a problem when you first meet her years ago. "the view is reserved for my eyes only, sweetheart. let them get in line."

you knew it from before, when she knocked on your door months ago, claiming she had nowhere to go, soaking wet cause it's raining heavily and she cannot crash at the studio anymore when things get complicated with rent. treating your sofa like its heaven on earth, only an excuse to have you closer — push you against her half-asleep, wrap her arms around you in the minimal space of the squared cushions that work as an improvised mattress, you're the only one that's able to keep her alive in a cold night.

your rockstar girlfriend is an adrenaline junkie, cause she doesn't care about who could, or cannot see what she's doing behind the scenario with the promise it wont take more than ten minutes.

"what's the worst that can happen in ten minutes?"

so this whole secretive thing is getting out of hand when she's unbuckling your pants, when her saliva's visible in the flesh and vi only takes what she needs, even when it goes too far, even when her hands slide under the rough fabric of your jeans and her fingertips burn against your body. its like taking care of a thirst that she's been carrying all this time, not aware of the consequences cause she's too busy worried about your fun, your desires.

there's no way to point out she's undressing you in public, that it would take only one of the assistants to go and search for a storage box or just cross the scenario from one side to another behind the curtains to see what's happening; there's no use in hiding the need that drags you closer to her, that permission in the air when her finger circles around your clit tight and trapped in your jeans and you part your legs further apart to give her more space, more of you.

a lot can happen in ten minutes. you become aware of it now when she's all over you, unable to walk you to her dressing room when vi's too hungry to try to resist that magnetism that pulls you closer to her, insane and tangible. something explodes after all that playful games in front of the public, the damn band when you seated in her lap whispering how good she's hitting every note, how good she looks as her muscles do the effort to catch up every quick note, when her leg muscles hold enough force to make you jump each time she pushes the pedal on her right foot: hot, it’s fucking hot.

teasing her the entire concert — you really think she was going to be patient enough to wait for privacy? violet's bragging the entire day on how her appointment with her piercer went so good to the point she can now do all those things she once was forbidden with; did you really believe she wasn’t going to use it on you the first moment she gets you alone?

maybe that's why she's kneeling in front of you, why you moan as her tongue soaks down the fabric of your tee and the piercing slides against your hardened nipple making you thank on your choices of not wearing a bra, gasp cause it's much easier without underwear, safer if someone catches the filthy atrocities an impatient drummer rockstar cannot wait to do.

silver metal, you can feel it when she's placing kisses in your belly, marks that will last for the entire week when she takes their time with it — your girlfriend wants you to fall in love with it like she does, love the damn piercing like a treat she's patiently waiting to show you.

"be silent," it's a warning, but really, why for? is there a point when your moans blend with the screams outside? when the electricity is still palpable in the air and you can feel vi's mouth similar to the most delicious sin to ever exist? it's warm when her tongue traces the bones in your hips, as her lips suction the skin right over the waistband of your underwear to leave a mark she'll be able to look at every time she wants to, unbuckled pants already, you’re so pliant in her touch, reactive — "been fucking with me in the scenario all night but you can't shut up for a while? make a damn effort."

she's never mean. she's rough but she's always tender, holds you close to hear the sound of your heartbeat in her ear like a movie soundtrack, relishes on how your pulse flutters against her hand as she whispers the most filthy sentences against your ear, unspeakable lust, like the way your girlfriend looks on her knees.

it would be an utter embarrassment to fold this easily for you in any other circumstance, wear the redness on her knees like a new tattoo vi wants to get done the minute she walks away from the stadium. the grid on the floor pushes against her skin to leave new marks like the ones in your stomach, and the pain is deliciously good— she's been there before, tugging your pants down to your ankles and running her short nails against the skin of your thighs to leave a red path behind: she's been there before, enjoying you.

"vi-- someone will come in, we can go to my dressing room," the words come out choked of your throat and you understand at the same time that it's not the common adrenaline what turns you on in the first place, the subtle desire of being discovered, pry upon, but instead, the way your girlfriend whispers against your skin something about how you can take it, how you already let her go that far only to undress you this quickly hidden by some amplifiers.

you’re so good: let her keep going.

"cum on my tongue and all resentment is forgotten, i promise" what fucking resentment? what is she on? you chuckle, shit. will she bother to undress you properly? take off your already soaked panties or keep the insane behavior going? vi's smile widens at the sight of the slick underwear bare to her sight, something your girlfriend wants to hold in her memory as something dear: the darker hue that she can almost not discern in the dark but its there, filling the air in the backstage with your intoxicating scent — "be quick and no one will notice, do we have a deal?"

she could convince you to sign a contract with the devil itself, a demon sent to hold you accountable of every whispered promise you made swearing to higher forces of the universe without knowing she was listening. you're nodding, she got the most handsome cocky grin in history and you are greeted instead, by the most recent addition in her mouth.

cold, gentle and constant drag of the metal bar making their way against her your soaked underwear, and you don't even notice when she's using her hands to spread you further apart, the fabric clinging into your folds and leaving behind easy access to delve deeper, sink her face in between your legs until you're all she can breathe and taste is your fresh arousal leaking and sticking to the cotton.

"cat got your tongue?" funny. so fucking funny when her thumb find your clit already marked in your clingy underwear, stroking it with a practiced ease: she knows the rhythm you like, your own maddening course she has learned to the heart — "use that pretty mouth and answer me. you're good at that."

your rockstar girlfriend aims to please. that's why she got the tongue piercing done in the first place, cause she wants you to enjoy every second of it. a secret reward for vi herself, cause the love she feels on her stomach when your head falls backwards and she can hear the moans you're fighting to hold? should be damn studied, used as a reference for the increasing desire that manifest sticking to vi's underwear.

you understand now. the sounds outside become silent now when you distinguish the lewd, slurping sound she makes cause despite being in clear public, your girlfriend cant help but be a messy eater, dripping saliva against her chin, smearing against her face as your hips roll forward in almost an automatic proof of your need.

holding you in place, the sight of your knees shaking makes vi smile; damn right you cannot speak, damn right you move cause you're always so greedy, greedy little guitarist who's always asking for more.

swollen clit, it aches under her touch, the sensitive bundles of nerves responding to her — no need for fingers, no need to anything else more than a sinful tongue to get you there, your own hand covering your mouth to somehow stiff the moans as the other grips vi's cherry strands to hold her close to your cunt.

your bandmate satisfies your needs like no one else does, communicates with your body without having to talk with you first cause her hands now force you to move against her mouth, ground your hips against her mouth to get the perfect friction. the metal drags against your underwear, rubs between your folds and stimulates your already swollen g-point in a devastating bundle: there it fucking is.

vi can feel it too after a while, when your grip turns almost painful as you try to draw her closer: travels down your spine like a current of electricity waiting to strike. you're on the tantalizing edge of a delicious orgasm and vi's never felt more holy than in that very moment when you're biting your hand to hold in the moans of her name that threatens to be loud as hell, repeating like a prayer over and over again.

it's such an intoxicating feeling, to be wanted without an ounce of restraint.

your body convulses, and your girlfriend has to fight against the gravity to keep you standing, feasting on the white-ish discharge that now coats your underwear and she wishes to get on her tongue instead.

fucking greedy.

so how was it? everything's a problem with your bandmate/girlfriend. everything's a problem and it's so intense with her. the first make-out high on weed, the tattoo's she gave you at 3am after you both received the first paycheck, high on love, high on life, high on the devastating sound of the music.

"you think someone saw?"

"no," vi reassures you when you're using your thumb to clean the traces of you in the corners of her mouth — "what i'm really curious about, is what the tabloids will say about your flirting tonight."

"my flirting?" you question, fixing your outfit.

"do we think sitting in my lap and whisper filthy things to my ear will go unnoticed?" she chuckles likes its obvious, cause after all, it is obvious.. "i mean, even good guitarists have their limits, people can tell when you're looking at me with those eyes."

"what eyes?"

"you know what eyes. those fuck me eyes."

it's raw and unfiltered. when you kiss her vi's sweaty and it's clumsy and perfect, full of saliva, your own taste, metal and something that's uniquely your girlfriend.

ah. it was never fucking casual. you should have known from the start.

maybe it is time to tell the band, you can't really tell when vi's making you dumb on her kisses again: your girl's always playing dirty.

[spaceycat]

𝚕𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐;

♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: somebody told me by the killers // " a-breaking my back just to know your name, but heaven aint close in a place like this.. "

bob floyd - this man is just purely curious, trying to figure out what feels good for you and him - but you cant look at bob and tell me that he doesnt love to be between your thighs with his glasses on, fogging up. meow....

bob reynolds - he just wants to feel you, in anyway - but he prefers going down on you because it makes him feel good that he makes you feel good, he just watches your face the entire time making sure that his mouth good feels against your cunt. (bob, void + sentry drabble on the same topic.)

calvin evans - calvin doesnt really care if he's receiving or giving, he's just very articulated and calculating with his movements - if he's in between your thighs he'll make sure you're staring at him the entire time, eye contact is important to him. he likes to go soft and slow, being rough isnt exactly his entire thing.

owen taylor - owen typically likes receiving, pushing you down on your knees and practically fucking your mouth. it's unholy, the spit and the drool coming out of your mouth - but he wouldnt have it any other way. when in the unlikely event that he's giving, he makes sure you feel everything (100% spits on your pussy before diving in)

miles miller - he likes to give more than he recieves, when he puts his mouth on you his entire brain shuts off and he only has to do, not say and he likes to please you more than he likes to please himself. when he does recieve, he's a literal whimpering mess but doesn't know what to do because he doesnt want to hurt you in the slightest.

rhett abbott - sometimes getting his dick sucked his the best thing after a fucked up rodeo, as much as he loves you whining beneath him from his tongue he likes the feeling of your mouth on him as a stress reliever, and he has a lot of stress.

𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜:

bens mears - prefers to use his hands, because.. yes? but sometimes he gets stressed out and asks you to give him head and the way you so willingly care about him unwinding makes his brain short-circuit. but you CANNOT tell me that he doesn't love to be a munch sometimes, like maybe he's writing something looks over his shoulder and sees you sitting on the bed looking all delicious, he simply rises from his chair and crawls across the bed to be situated between your thighs (sorry girlies, ben mears stan over here)

jordan weaver - yeah i really don't think this man particularly thinks about going down on you as a thing, until you talk to him one day and like the feral puppy he is he just wants to try it now. but nothing beats you on your knees in front of him and doing all the work.

harrison knott - once again! this man doesn't really care about receiving or giving and prefers the actual sex part and feels more intimate. but if he was to choose he'd pick giving because this man YEARNS.

rocco - we all saw how dedicated he was to marina and how much of a family man he was, dude he's a munch. and i'll say it right here and now. like yeah yeah sure you can go down on him but he much rather likes to be between your thighs eating you out as you tug at his hair, makes him feel valued.

inspiration tag: @zottts

[monstersflashlight]

So picture this. Don’t judge me please you got caught shoplifting and had to be escorted by werewolf police you caused a scene which cause about 5 or 6 to show up. They had you either on the ground or against the car and started grinding up against them . Pure heaven

A/N: I loved this idea! This reads like a bad porno but at the same time I'm completely obsessed. Enjoy!

WPD (Werewolf Police Department)

Werewolves x fem!reader || free use, sharing is caring, oral sex, double penetration (also triple), anal sex, knotting, (mentioned) daddy kink, (very light) degradation

You didn’t even know you had it in you. You forgot it in your bag when you were paying, it wasn’t even on purpose. You even paid everything else before going away, for goddess’ sake. But it was enough to send the fucking manager into an angry fit and calling the cops on you. Fucking unicorns, always so mighty and stupid that they had to feel better than anyone. The jackass was even smirking when the werewolf officer appeared to take you to the police department.

Lucky for you, the werewolf police officer was much more understanding, even chuckling when you told him the story. But he also told you that you should hang around the police department for a few more hours so the unicorn wouldn’t give you (or him) any more troubles.

That’s how you found yourself eating cake at somebody’s retirement party. A bunch of werewolves neatly dressed in uniform and very, very friendly. And the werewolf retiring? Good Goddess, he was made of your best daddy’s fantasies, his voice a bit growly and his eyes way too captivating.

But he wasn’t the only one, everyone around you was incredibly attractive. So sexy that you had to look at the ground for a very long time trying to calm yourself a bit. It didn’t work, though. Because they were growling at each other, and being playful, and overall they were a bunch of hot dudes dressed in uniform and treating you like a princess, and you definitely were into that. You were so into that that your pussy was pulsating and you were sure your panties were drenched just by being there.

And by the sniffs you could hear… they knew as much.

You were ready to leave, you were there enough time, you were sure the unicorn manager already left… But your resoluteness to run away disappeared the second you heard them talk. “She’s not a bad retirement present though…” One of the wolves said to the daddy one.

The growl that emanates from the daddy werewolf is enough to send a gush of juices to soak your panties. You let out a tiny whimper, and all the werewolves in the room turned to look at you.

“Do you want that, little human? Do you want to be a present for my pack?” He asked with the sluttiest voice possible, raspy and guttural, sending shivers down your spine. You nodded, unable to form words when they all were looking at you like you were the piece of cake they wanted to eat next. “I need words, human, we take consent very seriously.”

“Ye- yes,” you let out in a whisper. But it was enough.

A dozen of hands were on you, taking your clothes off, pushing them away from your body and laying you down on the table as they groped and explored your soft body. You were whimpering in need, your pussy clenching over nothing, so very empty.

Someone’s fingers found your core, and they chuckled at how wet you were, telling everyone to touch for themselves. They all did, fingers rubbing, pinching, and pushing inside of you until you were crying desperately for someone to make you come. That only amused them more, who laughed and slapped your pussy a few times. “Just for funsies”, someone said.

“Please, please… Make me come,” you whispered.

They kept groping your body like you were nothing but a doll. You fucking love being treated like that, to a point you could have never guessed. It wasn’t every day that a whole pack of werewolves decided to have you as a pack-present.

“She’s ready,” the one finger-fucking your pussy said.

“Take the first knot, old man, you deserve it,” the one who detained you said as he clapped the daddy-werewolf in the back, all of them laughing as he stepped between your legs and rubbed your clit until you were crying out.

“Can you take mine, too, little human?” Someone else asked as the tip of their cock pressed against your bottom lip. You could only think of one response to that: you opened up.

Someone chuckled at your neediness, your legs open as somebody pounded into your pussy and your mouth happily sucked around someone else’s cock. You knew you should be embarrassed, but you didn’t have it in you. Not when there was a knot stretching you to the point of madness and the one on your mouth was fucking your throat as if you were a doll.

You fucking loved it.

And when the knot finally stretched inside of you, any coherent thought disappeared from your mind as it pressed against your G-spot almost painfully. You were groaning around the cock filling your throat, but he didn’t seem to mind, his movements getting faster before you felt his release in the back of your throat.

You were breathing hard, coming down from your own mind-numbing orgasm, but someone else took his place, rubbing his precum on your lips before you dutifully opened your mouth and he fucked your throat, too.

Your body was moved around a few more times, you couldn't distinguish between dicks in and out of your holes. They kept passing you around, and when somebody stretched your asshole with a huge dose of lube (or maybe it was come, you weren’t sure), you did nothing but to moan around the dick in your mouth, bouncing faster on the cock inside of you.

Soon your back-door was being filled, too. The combined stretch in both holes sent you into a waterfall of sensations that had your pussy and ass quivering around their dicks, sending them into an orgasm as you gushed around them like a slut.

From that point on it was a frenzy of heat and fluids, dicks being pushed in and out of your holes, knots stretching you out until all your holes were gaping and you were cum-drunk. And even then, you couldn’t do anything but to beg for more, more, more…

Your whole body was trembling as orgasm after orgasm crashed over your oversensitive pussy and they rejoiced around you. Their howls, laughter and filthy words were the perfect symphony of depravity to the werewolf orgy you were in the middle of.

And when they had enjoyed your body to the max of their capabilities (and yours), and you were sore in the best of ways, you couldn’t avoid thinking that trying to steal those socks was your best decision ever.

[folksyswift]

I had died the tiniest death. I knew you'd miss me once the moment died. You saw my bones out with somebody new. Now I just sit here and wait, grieving for the living. In my defense I have none for digging up the grave another time. Cause we’re still alive killing time at the cemetery, never quite buried. Can we watch our phantoms like watching wild horses? What if I roll the stone away? They’re gonna crucify me anyway. Oh, what a way to die. You Holy Ghost, you told me I'm the love of your life. But when your impressionist paintings of heaven turned out to be fakes you took me to hell too and it kills me, I just don't understand how you don't miss me. Fuck it if I can't have him I might just die, it would make no difference. Dancing phantoms on the terrace are they second-hand embarrassed that I can't get out of bed ‘cause something counterfeit's dead? And now I want to hire a priest to come and exorcise my demons even if I die screaming and I hope you hear it. Cause I would've died for your sins instead I just died inside. I should've let it stay buried cause I'll still see it until I die. You’re the loss of my life…

[ailesswhumptober]

Prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2025

It was tough to pick from all you guys' amazing suggestions, but we managed to end up with a lovely list of prompts to work with, AND not a single repeat prompt from last year which we found quite important. Additional info + plain text versions of the prompts can be found under the cut.

FAQ and Rules

What sort of content can I create for this event?

You can create whatever you want (fic, art, edits, etc). Any fandom is allowed, as well as OC stuff. NSFW is allowed, but please tag your content accordingly! The only thing not allowed is AI-generated content.

Do I need to make 31 things to participate?

Oh heavens no! You can make as much or as little content as you like, skip days when desired, or combine prompts (so for example, write something that covers a prompt from day 1, 2, AND 3). You don't have to do the days in order either, go wild! To be considered a 'completionist', you only have to make sure that at the end of the month, you've covered 31 prompts from 31 different days, but whether you do that in 31 works or just 1 is up to you. Your works can be separate onshots or one continuous fic.

How do I interpret these prompts?

Creativity is the name of the game here! If you don't understand a prompt, feel free to send us an ask about it. However, the important thing is you're free to interpret the prompts however you want. For example, 'heat' could be literal (fever, heatstroke, burn wounds) or figurative (somebody getting heat for something). The dialogue prompts are allowed to be slightly rewritten to fit better for the character whose mouth it's coming out of. As long as you're having fun!

What are these alts about?

If none of the three prompts of a particular day are your cup of tea, you can swap them out for an alt prompt of your choice. This will count as having covered that day for completionists.

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It suffices to tag your work with #ailesswhumptober for us to see and reblog it! Please also tag nsfw, since we'll be using that tag too. Tagging the day is optional but does help the mods along.

There is an AO3 collection to add your fics to. It will be revealed and linked here closer to the start of the event.

That should be all. If you have any additional questions, check our pinned or hit us up in the ask box. Or join our discord maybe, whumping can be a great group activity!

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Plain text versions of the prompts:

October 1

Collapsed lung, Contusion, "Well, that shouldn't have happened."

October 2 

Amputation, Gunshot, "It's not worth your life!"

October 3 

Secondary drowning, Compartment syndrome, "Please don't leave me!”

October 4

Frostbite, Heat, "I can make it all better."

October 5

Torture, Withholding aid, "How do you want me to punish you?"

October 6 

Self-inflicted injury, Rocky recovery, "If I tell you what they made me do, you won't be able to look at me the same."

October 7

Starvation, Foodborne illness, "They put something in my system, I can't think straight."

October 8

Hit and run, Adrenaline, “I can’t stop!”

October 9

Emotional manipulation,  Cassandra truth, “You asked for this.”

October 10 

Blood poisoning, Hypoxia, "What were you thinking?"

October 11

Sleep deprivation, Whiplash, “Be careful, they’re watching us.”

October 12

Dislocation, Dizziness, “Don’t pass out on me.”

October 13 

Ransom, Tranquilizer, "I trusted you!"

October 14 

Self-surgery, Unconsciousness, "Look who's awake."

October 15

Came back wrong, Cannibalism, "You weren't supposed to die first."

October 16

Leashed, Painful shapeshifting, "Hold them down."

October 17

Drug side effects, Desperation, "It's fine, I can walk it off."

October 18

Captivity, Loss of powers, "Do you even know how to use that?"

October 19

Broken bone, blood loss, "When I finish patching you up I swear to god I'm gonna kick your ass for making me worry about you."

October 20

Irredeemable, Before it starts/After it's over, "I didn't react the way I should have, I'm sorry."

October 21

Stranded, Search and rescue, "You really think they're gonna look for you?"

October 22

Estranged, Changed dynamic, “Who did this to you?!”

October 23

Restraints, Obsession, “Aren’t you feisty?”

October 24

Denial, Working through the pain, “What have you done to yourself?”

October 25

Magical bind, Pinned down, "And what do we have here?"

October 26

Defanging/Declawing, pulled feathers, “This should teach you to behave next time.”

October 27

Sensory overload, Catatonic, "Don't pretend to understand."

October 28

Hospital/Doctor’s visit, Medical power of attorney, "Why can't I remember?"

October 29

Childhood trauma, Guilt, "I didn't mean to."

October 30

Cleaning injuries, Labored breathing, “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

October 31

Body horror, Enucleation, "I am the monster you made me!"

Alt prompts:

1) Mutation

2) Knife/Gun to the throat

3) Nonhuman pet whumpee

4) Chronic condition

5) No-win scenario

6) Blinded

7) Memory trigger

8) Mercy

9) "This isn't how I wanted you to find out."

10) “Get yourself out of here! I’ll be fine.”

[deavaric]

Apparently, they're making a new Dracula with Mina as the long-lost love. Again. Which probably means she's going to have all her character stripped away and become essentially an object of desire and... grrr!

Mina of the books isn't the best fleshed-out female character ever, but she's clever and resourceful and helpful and loyal. I'd call one of her strongest character traits a desire to be useful: learning shorthand, memorizing traintables, and volunteering to be hypnotized to turn the Count's actions against him. She's not a completely helpless waif too naive to be left to her own devices, she's a reasonably capable woman-of-the-time in way over her head and making the best of it.

I desperately wish her drinking Drac's blood was presented as it was in the books: hands held behind her back, face being forced down to his chest - I believe the quote is something close to "like a kitten being forced to drink milk from a bowl". That image has stuck with me since the very first time I read Dracula. It's not the act of lust usually shown, she's being FORCED and that is so much more horrific

Also, frustrating is that we'll probably get another lusty Lucy. Lucy was never as grounded as Mina, but the movies like to portray her as more of a temptress scoffing at the bounds of propriety because heaven forbid three buddies (who for all we know might have met her at the same social event at the same time) might fall for the same girl naturally. She must be tempting them.

Book Lucy is sweet. She hates rejecting Quincy and Seward because she doesn't like hurting others, but she does because she favors Arthur. She's not even sure he's going to propose, but she hopes and so turns them down.

Her sweetness and light makes her early death more tragic. Dracula is taking away somebody whose most scandalous thought is that people ought to be allowed more husbands; not for count-the-legs-and-divide-by-two spicy situations, but because she doesn't want people she's fond of to have to be unhappy. Honestly, she'd probably try to give Seward to Mina, but that's a whole other conversation (and fun fanfic fodder).

TLDR: Stop diminishing the girls.

(Also, stop making Van Helsing simultaneously too cool and far less interesting than he is in the book. I may have more rants on this...)

[ghoulishhx]

girl sub!frank is keeping me up at night what have you turned me into…

ANYWAYS

how do you think he would be eating you out because like we all know that man is a munch lmaooo (im so feral for that nose omfg)

-💥 luv ya diva

girl you and me both. sat giggling and kicking my feet as I scroll through your requests, I feel like you see me on a whole other level and love you for it 🫶

but frank eating pussy.. strap the fuck in i have THOUGHTS. 18+ MDNI below the cut :3

- he is messy. a messy fucking eater, lapping you up like he's a man starved, drinking your juices as if it was a freezing cold glass of iced tea on a summers day. I can't stress enough, he is addicted.

- his favourite thing to do in the bedroom is eat you out, yeah sex is fucking phenomenal but the feeling of your writhing around his face, your thighs clamping his head as you tug on his curls.. it's as if he died and went to heaven.

- he often wakes up on the weekends, cock painfully hard as he watches you sleep next to him soundly, the little noises you make in deep sleep as you wrap your legs around his. it takes every bit of self restraint to not devour you there and then. sometimes he does give in, waking you up with his tongue deep inside of you as you subconsciously rub your clit along his nose.

- his. nose. his fucking. nose. oh my god that's it that's the headcanon. he knows his nose and how much power it holds in these situations. tongue inside your entrance, moving his face just a little so his nose rubs deliciously across your clit as he hears you whimper and feels you arch your back and clamp his tongue with your walls.

- frank is intent with making you cum at least twice either on his tongue or his fingers before he fucks you, revelling in the way you beg and whine for him desperately between orgasms. feeling so desired, so needed fills his heart.

- he. talks. you. through. it. even when his mouth is full of you, he still whispers filthy fucking things into your core

"fuckin' hell doll, taste so fuckin' sweet."

"that's it baby, use m'face. take what ya need sweet girl."

"so fuckin' wet, this all f'me?"

"love this messy fuckin' pussy, shit.. so perfect. all fuckin' mine."

- he loves to fuck you on his fingers as he swirls your clit around his tongue, and he can't help but buck his hips into the bed beneath him, chasing any amount of friction as he is so unbelievably aroused. but frank is a selfless lover, he'd happily forget all about his own pleasure if it meant he could hear you whimper his name while he fucks you with his tongue.

- he sometimes cums in his jeans just from tasting and feeling you on his mouth and/or fingers. yeah.

- he is so fucking proud whenever he makes you cum just from his tongue, getting all cocky as he lifts his head from your open legs, and big shit eating grin across his face as he looks at his fingers, sticky with a ring of cream at the knuckle. he doesn't think twice and laps up every drop, savouring your taste, knowing that he's the one who made you feel like that makes him so adorably happy.

- frank wants to eat you out whenever he can, taking every chance. even if it doesn't lead to sex, it's kinda like an oral fixation for him i guess. he lives to serve, he loves his girl so damn much and loves the sound she makes when she cums the same amount.

somebody SEDATE ME.

(also I do apologise I've been writing a lot of drabbles and headcanons recently, I've been going through some stuff in my personal life and been struggling to find the energy to write anything too long. I have some plans for the future though, love you all and I'm sorry again!)

also the gif is jon in sharp stick!!

[certaimromance]

𝜗𝜚 Cupid Walks Right.

Spencer Reid x BAU!reader

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Summary: You've been hiding your attraction to your coworker for a long time, until a few pictures of him kissing a celebrity in a pool unleash emotions you can't control.

Words: 1,6k.

Warnings & Tags: fem!bau!reader. mentions of crime and arms. spoilers for s1 e18 ("somebody's watching"). hurt+comfort. two idiots in love. lots of jealousy. fluff. english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).

Note: The reader is simply me every time I watch that episode but with a lot more drama to make it interesting.

One bullet after another hit the paper meters away from you, with each shot more accurate than the previous one. You had lost count of how many cartridges you had already spent because your mind was full of thoughts that only the sound of the shots echoing in the shooting room managed to silence and give you back a little control of the situation.

Memories of one of the last cases still lingered in your mind, and you couldn't understand why. It hadn't even been something relevant enough to stick in your mind that much, it was just a crazy stalker obsessed with a celebrity and more of the same old same old in terms of creating a profile. It was nothing you hadn't seen before, and it had ended well, with a happy ending that included Spencer kissing the victim he was supposed to be protecting.

That was the crux of the issue, the root of your problem.

You saw some photos that captured the moment in vivid detail and wanted to run out and throw up in the nearest trash can. You held back to avoid answering embarrassing questions, blaming your bad feelings on the last thing you ate and insisting that you were just satisfying your curiosity. But as they say, curiosity always kills the cat.

Maybe it was because it was unprofessional and unnecessary, maybe you were in a bad mood and needed to relax, maybe you were upset that the guy with the germ problem had shared saliva with a stranger, maybe you didn't like Lila Archer because of her performances, or maybe you just wanted to be in her shoes and have him kiss you like that. And for heaven's sake, maybe you've had a few inappropriate dreams about it lately.

You were just about to fire again to get the thoughts out of your mind when someone tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around, ready to defend yourself with the gun in your hand.

“Wait, wait, it's me. I'm sorry.” Spencer raised his arms in a sign of peace and took a few steps back. “Just me.”

“What are you doing here? You scared me.” You lowered the gun and placed it on the table, trying to sound less abrupt. “I thought everyone had gone home.”

He approached you again, checking the open shells and the pile of bullets on the ground. He was quite surprised to see how many times you had hit the target with perfect shots, and how you still seemed intent on continuing, even though it was almost two in the morning. It wasn't practice, because you didn't need it, it was something else, and you seemed quite angry about it.

“I spent the hour going through some papers and saw the light on in here. I thought I'd come and have a look.” He explained, trying to follow your gaze, which seemed to elude his. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, perfect.”

You started gathering your things and cleaning up the space you'd been using, planning to leave as soon as possible because of his presence. It had been weeks since you'd been alone with him because you'd managed to avoid seeing him as best you could. You'd even managed to convince Hotch that it was time for him to pair you up with someone else during the cases to experiment. You didn't even know why he'd listened to you, but it had been a great relief.

“You're leaving already?” Spencer asked, and you just nodded. “Can I take you home?”

Usually he drove you home, because your car was still at the mechanic and you refused to buy a new one. You always used the minutes you spent together to talk about something other than cases, they were moments of relaxation that you both appreciated. The big difference was that now you couldn't afford that luxury without feeling strange.

“Don't worry, I'll call a taxi.” You grabbed your jacket from a nearby locker. “I'm fine.” You added, with the intention of heading for the door until he stopped you by the wrist.

“Is everything okay...between us?” He asked as you looked up to meet his eyes. “Are you mad at me?”

“I'm sorry, what?” You said, feigning confusion. You always knew it was only a matter of time before he figured something was off with you. After all, he worked in profiling.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked again, in a lower voice, sounding a little more vulnerable than he'd intended. That instantly made you feel bad, you didn't want to hurt him with your confusion.

“No.”

He let out a sigh at your automatic response. His shoulders slumped a bit, and he felt a wave of relief for a few seconds. But then he looked into your eyes for a moment and hesitated, biting his lower lip.

“So...why are you looking at me like that?” He asked, sounding a little shy and with a hint of apprehension in his voice. “Or not looking at me at all.”

“I'm not doing anything.” You make excuses.

He got the chills when he heard your voice, which came across as cold and distant.

“You're giving me that look.”

You gave a little frown and folded your arms, as if to say you didn't agree.

“What look?"

“You look at me like I've done something wrong, like you're disappointed or angry...I think both. You barely look me in the eye, you walk away every time I want to talk to you, you don't sit near me on the jet or want to work with me anymore. And you've been like this for a week.” He paused for a second, remembering when your strange behavior started. “Ever since the L.A. case.”

The room was suddenly filled with silence and a palpable tension. You had been foolish to think Spencer wouldn't notice your remoteness, given his perceptive nature. But you didn't have a choice. You didn't want to appear jealous when you didn't even have feelings for him, you were just ovulating or something like that.

“Is it because...because of Lila? I heard Morgan say some things, and you haven't treated me the same since.” His wavering voice sounded more and more confident, as if he still had to convince himself of his point of view. “I want to know what you think, please.”

You could only curse Derek for exposing you like that. He was the only one who knew about your strange attraction to Reid because he had caught you looking at him several times and you had confessed it to him once in a bar after several drinks and a ridiculous game of cross questions. Since that night, the jokes and suggestions about making out with Spencer under a tree had begun.

But a beautiful actress did it before you, in her pool, with lots of pictures to prove it.

“I'm not one to tell you what to do, but I think your actions were unprofessional and most of all risky.” You spoke after a few seconds, clearing your throat and trying to contain the burning you felt. “It could have ended badly.”

Come on, you would have done the same thing. You often thought about what it would be like to kiss him in the middle of an investigation, especially when he kept giving important details. So you were a little hypocritical.

“I'm only saying that because I care about you.” You added, noticing how confused he looked.

“I know, I care about you too.” He replied calmly, taking a step toward you to touch your arm. “This has been bothering you?”

You froze at his warm touch and the implications you thought he was making about you, nodding as if hypnotized. Had he realized that you had been jealous all along? That you wanted to go back so he could kiss you and not her? That you wanted him to put his hands on your cheeks and kiss you deeply until you were breathless?

“I think I understand, but don't worry about me. I won't do anything dangerous anymore.”

Oh, he hadn't noticed.

Spencer really thought that you were just concerned about his safety because he was your friend and your partner on cases, that you were just frustrated that you weren't there to back him up in case things went wrong. It didn't even occur to him that it was something much deeper and more heated than that.

“So, all good?” He gave you a small smile that made your heart beat a little faster.

“Sure.” You lied, with a strange lump in your throat at the guarded words. “I just didn't know you liked blondes.” You added in a fake teasing tone.

Despite your clearly suspicious tone, Spencer laughed sheepishly. “Actually, I like your hair color.”

A strange bubbling sensation reached your stomach and made you smile.

“Mine?” You asked, lowering your gaze to the floor.

“Yes, it's like it's perfect for you.” He carefully brushed your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear, causing the feeling in your stomach to identify itself as butterflies fluttering nonstop.

“You're telling me because I have a gun?” You tried to change the subject with a nervous laugh. “I'm not a celebrity, after all.”

“You don't have to be one to be as pretty as you are. But you could be if you wanted to, and...” He started to talk about statistics and a bunch of data you didn't even know, but strangely enough you didn't listen to him this time because you were stuck on the first sentence.

Spencer really thought you were pretty.

It was only then that you realized something had changed. The only successful shot had been Cupid's arrow to your heart.

Because, damn it, you were totally in love with that man.

[yournightmary]

SFW&NSFW Vi HCs

content warning:: it’s kinda a mix of modern!AU and not idk, fem!reader, smut obviously

AN:: I love muscle mommies

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She might look and act tough but don’t let her fool you. She’s such a silly goober. Okay, at first she might a little cold and distant and take a lot to warm up, but once she does she’s a sweetheart.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ I think there might be a ‘you fell first but she fell harder’ situation. She isn’t really that into dating or looking for the love of her life, so when you first met she didn’t even think about getting with you.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ HATES when people help her. If someone does, she’s convinced that she owes them something.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ But she really likes to help other people. She likes to be the one that people owe something… and she just feels really stupid when she doesn’t help someone she totally could. (as people should)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Very self-conscious about her hands. Mostly about the scars and bruises that are on her knuckles, that’s why she wraps them up or covers them with chunky rings.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Hates fancy clothes. Doesn’t remember the last time she wore a normal bra.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ This girl doesn’t have any manners!! That’s the downside of growing up mostly around men. And the Lanes.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Her favorite way to spend free time (besides working out) is watching stupid reality tv. You know, the shows that you can just put on in the background and turn off your brain.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ I’m taking this from the trailer- if she’s having a really shitty day she’ll take it out on a punching bag, but sometimes that makes her feel even worse so she ends up hugging it instead.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She’s really touch starved but she doesn’t know how to ask for affection. She’ll just silently sneak up on you and hug you from behind or spoon you once you’re already asleep.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ You might think she doesn’t know how to do makeup but she does the best smokey eyes in the world!!! Also has the prettiest natural lashes you have ever seen.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Loves to just lay down and relax. After being on edge her whole life the short moment she can chill with you before sleeping is like literal heaven.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She could cry every time she gets a gift. Even if it’s something small or something that won’t last- like food or flowers- it just makes her eyes water.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Her favorite thing to lay down on is your lap. She’s such a thigh girl omg. I mean, she loves every single part of your body, but thighs… oh man.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Lord have mercy, she’s obsessed with them. Her hand is big enough to grab almost your whole thigh. She loves to kiss them, bite them, grope them- anything and everything.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Her favorite thing to do is using her fingers on you but god fucking damn it- it takes her so long to start. She has to unwrap her bandages, take off all of her rings, wash her hands. That’s like at least 5 minutes.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She genuinely likes the taste of pussy. Maybe it’s because she spent half of her life in prison eating slop, but she’d eat you out over any food.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ I believe in happy trails on girls supremacy. So hot :3

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She not only has insane strength, her stamina is the same. She’ll go at it the whole day and night.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ I can’t decide whether she’d hook up with people often or be an inexperienced virgin. Because on one hand if she wants to get laid, she’ll get laid but on the other- maybe she thinks it’s too intimate to do with some random person?? idk

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Loves to finger you in front of a mirror (she just wants to see her own muscles)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Riding her abs or toned thighs… somebody help me.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Honestly, I don’t think she likes to receive that much. I mean- obviously she likes it, but she’d just rather give.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She’s so embarrassed by her own moans omg. She loves to hear them from you, but when it comes to herself? No way. Maybe a groan or two, but nothing more.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She would never hurt you during sex. It’s such a major turn off for her. She saw and caused too much violence in her life to find it arousing.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Apologies to my scissor sisters, but she will strap you down. Especially from behind- she just loves your ass too much.

my obsession came back

[konigslittleliebling]

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘.

TAGLIST.

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ᯓ 𝐋𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘.

SERIES!

SOMETHING ABOUT JULY. [ONGOING]

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE. [DISCONTINUED]

ONESHOTS!

PLEASE! [REQUEST]

NOW YOU’RE JUST SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW.

DRABBLES!

PATHETIC. [REQUEST]

WHO’D YOU LOSE THIS TIME, LOVE? [REQUEST]

BRAVE MÄDCHEN. [REQUEST]

DADDY’S HOME. [REQUEST]

SLUTTY LITTLE TRAMP STAMP. [REQUEST]

NOT SO TOUGH NOW ARE YA? [REQUEST]

A FACE OF THE PAST. [REQUEST]

GAVE ME A FRIGHT, LUV. [REQUEST]

BLURBS!

HACKED OFF. [REQUEST]

NEVER LETTIN’ YOU GO AGAIN. [REQUEST]

PLACEBO. [REQUEST]

SO GOOD. [REQUEST]

HELPING HAND. [FAN FAVOURITE]

RIDING THE RAILS.

TABOO.

HEADCANONS!

BODY TYPE.

THOTS!

UNEXPECTED.

DELIRIOUS.

IF SIMON RILEY WANTS YOU.

AU’S!

EMO!GHOST X BIMBO!GF.

BOSS!SIMON. [REQUEST]

ᯓ 𝐒𝐆𝐓 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇.

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SUPER RICH KIDS ! L.F

summary ── a graduation party has you getting drunk at a spoiled rotten pretty boys house, causing you to accidentally spend the night there. one small problem though. you’re a loser, and the pretty boy seems to be taking a liking to you. tags ── richboy!felix x loser!fem!reader | highschool au | fluff, angst, comfort, etc | (4767 wc)

warnings & notes ── itzys yuna & le serrafims yunjin mentioned, alcohol (I’ve never had alcohol before, sorry for inaccurate descriptions) throwing up + hangover, some cursing, bullying, harassment, some strange behavior from Felix (slight stalking), I’ve never been to a party, blood, and fighting.

Okay, having outgoing friends is absolutely not for the weak.

Graduation, the thing you had been looking forward to all 4 years of high-school had just passed. Finally, the idea of never logging into that damn school email sounds like heaven on earth.

It’s summer, meaning three months of freedom before it’s straight to college. You’re 18 now, officially an adult. But you will admit, attending a party hosted by a random rich asshole from your school wasn’t exactly what you had planned to celebrate this recent freedom.

It wasn’t your idea ofcourse. If anything, you wish you could be at home binging a new episode of that one show you started recently. Being surrounded by a bunch of alcohol and random kids smoking is pretty much the last thing you wanted to do on your first weekend off.

“Cmon! It’ll be fun!” Yuna exclaims, grabbing your hand and yanking you towards the huge mansion. Woah. This is the biggest house you’ve seen in a while.

Where you’re from, it’s not uncommon to see rich kids with huge houses. Actually, it’s pretty common. But none exactly compare to the “prince of the school’s” house. Well, that prince of the school stuff is just bullshit.

What’s so special about owning a big home or having a butler? It’s certainly something you would never understand. You’re well off, but compared to these kids, you might as well have nothing.

And it showed in the way they treated you. Whether it was bullying or judgmental stares in the hallway, it’s like they were always watching and judging, waiting to make fun of you.

So why your friends would want to hang out with a bunch of pricks who put on fake smiles behind all their evil is beyond you. Especially in the house of somebody like him.

“Please let me go home.” You whine, closing your eyes and the sound of music blasting out of the windows of the home. Hopefully someone will call the cops for a noise complaint. No wait… it’s not like the cops will do anything anyways.

“I’m not letting you spend your only summer before you go off to college in your room rotting. Please, y/n? You just need to come out of your comfort zone.” Yunjin, your other friend begs, pouting her lips at you like a kicked puppy.

A deep sigh leaves your lips. Of course she’s the one to try and guilt trip.

“Fine. But if any thing pops off, I’m calling an Uber.” You oblige, finally walking into the house.

There’s so many people here, yet it seems empty because of the sheer size of the house. Loud, bass boosted music carries itself throughout the entire house, echoing throughout your ears.

People are scattered throughout the building. Some just mingling, others drinking & dancing. Jeez, how the hell did this prick get his parents to agree to this.

“Hey! My crush is here! I didn’t know he was coming.” Yuna shouts, turning towards you with a giddy smile. “I’ll be right back, k?”

Before you can mutter a single sound of protest, she scatters toward the random pile of people. When you look to your right towards Yunjin, you notice she’s missing as well.

Great. She could be anywhere.

You’re in the last place you wanted to be, and now you’re alone with a bunch of random people. You would normally leave, but you need a ride from Yuna first, and the Uber was just a front. Of course today was a day you left your wallet.

Not only that, but it’s the middle of summer, so it’s hot as all get out. Seriously, how does a place like this not have a working A/C?

A thirst sets itself into your throat, stinging slightly. You walk over to a table with drinks, but it’s only alcohol, the smell burning the insides of your nostrils.

“Excuse me?” You ask, walking up to a random person that was laundering around the drinks table. “Is there any water?”

“No, only alcohol. Who even are you?” The boy answers rudely, staring at you with an expression mixed with disgust & confusion.

“Thank you, I guess?” You reply, a condescending tone falling onto your lips. Welp, with how bad this thirst is, I guess you don’t have much of a choice.

You pick up a plastic red cup, the drink shimmering in the light coming from the ceiling. A deep breath, then a sip.

It’s spicy, yet it’s surprisingly pleasant. It has a nice floral ring to it while also obviously including liquor.

You finish slurping on the drink, quickly picking up another to try. Different than the last one you had, but still delicious.

─── ★

Honestly, by this point, it’s hard to tell exactly how long you’ve been here. Maybe it’s dark, you can’t tell. All the blinds in the house are down.

Your phones somewhere, you don’t know. The only thing you do know right now is that you’ve definitely had too much to drink.

Your walking is unsteady, and you can feel the fogginess in your head. Okay, maybe 2 cups full was a bit much to have at one moment as a beginner.

Another thing you’re aware of, it’s been way too long since you’ve last seen Yunjin or Yuna. There’s also significantly less people in the house than there was when you got here.

“Oomph!” A deep voice shrieks as you feel your body bump into something. Looking up, you see a face, but you can’t exactly make out who it is.

They’re pretty.

“Woah, sorry about tha-“

“You’re pretty. Can I have your number?” Something you’d never expect to say tumbles from your lips, catching you slightly off guard. The alcohol is outweighing the logic in your body telling you to go look for Yuna & Yunjin and is telling you to keep talking to this random handsome guy.

“Flattered, but are you drunk? You have a reputation for hating people like me.” The voice says, soothing your ears.

“Forget that, I’m fine. Number. Now.” You slur, smiling and looking for your phone in imaginary pockets. “Fuck, where’d my phone go.”

“I think you’re drunk. Did you come with anyone, y/n?” They ask, voice sincere and soft. …Wait, how did they know my name?

“You know me?” You ask, an odd feeling washing over you.

“Yeah, I think you’re cute. We were in the same english class, how could I not.” he chuckles, and your eyes widen.

“Did you come with anyone?” He asks again, grabbing a cup of water for you and handing it to you. Ah. So they did have water. “Everyone’s going home, it’s late.”

“Yeah. I came with Yuna & Yunjin. Yuna was my ride.” You say, water soothing every part of your body.

“Ah, they left earlier. I think they were drunk.” He sighs. “Well, I guess you should spend the night.”

“Yeah, okay.” You respond, basically not understanding a single word he’s saying to you. Your only focus is drinking more water, helping the parched feeling on your throat.

“Well, you need to get sober. I guess I should give you more of that.” The guy says, going towards the empty kitchen to grab cold water out the fridge.

Suddenly, a random sickening feeling comes in your stomach. You gag, running towards the nearest trash can and releasing the contents of your stomach into it.

It’s a disgusting feeling, one that quickly has your head snapping right back into common sense mode.

Where the hell am I? What time is it? Where’d those two go?

“Y/n!” A familiar deep voice shouts, causing you to turn towards the noise.

Oh my God. The whole time, the man you were talking to, flirting with, begging him to give you his number. It was Felix. The epitome of everything that you hate.

His hand rubs over your back, pulling your hair out of your face and staring with concern. Why. Why is somebody like him concerned? He has bigger issues to worry about, not you.

“Get off of me.” You say, pushing his arm off of you. Your breath quickens up, a fear settling in your voice.

“Oh, seems you’ve sobered up. You should still spend the night, it’s too danger-“

“Shut up.” You spit, and he’s immediately silent, staring at you with widened eyes.

“I don’t know what ideas you have, but you can do them with someone else. I’m sober now, no need to play sympathy with me anymore. Thanks for the hospitality.” You say, a condescending tone in your words.

Standing up, you find where you left your purse on a random couch and try to make your way out of the house. Gosh, why are they all like that.

“Y/n! Cmon, I’m not like that. It’s dangerous this late, even for an Uber!” He pleads, racing towards you to try and stop you from leaving.

“Why would you care. You’re all the same. I’ll give you props for at least knowing my name, so stop acting like you give a shit about me.“ You say, turning your head back towards the man. His expression looks genuine, but it can’t be. It never is.

“It’s not that! I’ve liked you for a while, seriously I have. I’d do this for anybody, but especially you. Please. Think about it. It’s too dark.” He begs, eyes wide with sweat dripping down his face.

A deep breath in, and a deep breath out.

“Goodbye.” You deliver, turning your back towards him and slamming the door behind you.

Okay, he’s right. It’s dark & it’s dangerous out here. But whatever is out here is better than being in the same place as him.

You know where you’re going, all you have to do is keep running.

─── ★

The sun creaks its way through your blinds, stirring you awake. A headache is the first thing you feel when you come to your senses, echoing throughout the chambers of your skull.

You reach for you phone first thing, groaning at the brightness of the screen. 4pm… fuck.

Not to mention that, but your phone is spammed with instagrams notifications. They’re not from Yuna or Yunjin, so who else could it be.

30 messages from yongbokspg unread. Great. I thought I blocked him.

Not even bothering to read the messages, you put your phone down on the nightstand, taking in a deep breath of air in an attempt to subdue the growing nausea in your stomach.

Why’d you go to that stupid party, just for Yuna & Yunjin to leave you. You get they got drunk as-well, but still.

It doesn’t take long for tears to start swelling in your eyes, one rolling delicately down your cheek as you choke them down in your throat.

Ring! The doorbell sounds, causing a pit to form in your stomach. Of course, your parents are off on vacation. That’s the only way you got to go to this party anyways.

Planning to ignore it, you close your eyes again, hoping to be able to fall back asleep to help the exhaustion settled into your body. The sound rings again, again and again, the person being persistent on the other side.

Sighing, you get up out of bed, tying your hair up and washing your face while the doorbell ringing persists, groaning with annoyance at whoever the hell is doing all that on a random Saturday afternoon.

Walking towards the door, you swing it open, an expression of annoyance written all over your face as you lock eyes with the stranger.

“Can I hel-“

It’s him.

“Y/n. Are you oka-“

“How the hell did you get my adress.” You fumed, narrowing your eyes at him as his expression softens.

“I uh.. I-I got it from my dad. He works for the school board.” He admits, eyes turning down as a wave of guilt hits him. The only thing that hits you is anger.

“You what?” You hissed, surprise finding its way into your body. “I’m supposed to listen to what you say after you tell me that? That’s fucking creepy.”

“I know. I know it’s creepy. That was wrong of me, but I needed to make sure you were okay. Cmon! You ran out my house in the middle of the night then didn’t respond to any of the messages I sent you either! I had no choice.” He pleads, but it’s hard to believe him.

“Don’t you see the problem? I left your house because I’m scared you’ll take advantage of me the same way every other spoiled rich kid in the whole school does. Then, you use the same privilege you have to find me when I don’t want to see you! That’s the problem. You can’t even see past that and I’m supposed to talk to you? Get over yourself. Think about others, or is that impossible for people like you?”

Your words cut like a knife, sharply carving his soul into tiny little pieces of nothing. It’s then, where every moment leading up to this hits him like a truck.

Sure, he noticed you, and he did seriously like you. He always had from every single sight he got of you in english class or in the hallways. He always found you to be absolutely beautiful.

But.. how the hell were you supposed to know that? It’s not like he ever made an effort to talk to you. Not even a word. All the stuff you had to deal with in school, and you were just supposed to accept and trust him? How could you.

It’s so obvious that it’s shocking when he comes to this realization. You weren’t running away from him for any irrational reasons, it was all his fault that he didn’t realize. It was all him, and all he did was make everything worse, and give you even more of a reason not to trust him.

What an idiot.

“You’re right.” He concedes, and you let out a gasp of surprise.

“You’re absolutely right. I wasn’t thinking of anybody but myself. You made the best choice, and all I did was ruin the little trust you had for me even more. I’d understand if you called the police, but there’s something I need you to hear before that.”

You don’t know why, but you let him keep speaking.

“I’m being genuine. I’ve liked you since I first saw you in english class. I never talked to you because I was too nervous. Hard to believe, I know. But no one’s ever made me that nervous before. And I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. All I did was think of myself, and continued to pursue you even when you were uncomfortable all because I got the chance to. I wanted you to be safe, but all I did was make you even more uncomfortable. I’m so, so sorry. I’ll leave you alone now.”

His voice is uncharacteristically low and somber, weird for somebody so outgoing. The look in his eyes, the genuine regret that looms in his eyes is enough to cause your heart to beat fast, your breath quickening up in the process.

He turns around, walking away from you and heading back to the car he had parked on the side of the road.

This boy. He lives in a completely different world than you do. He’ll never understand exactly what you go through. You’ve hated people like him since you could first remember. So why, why you find your self speaking is something you don’t think you’ll ever understand.

“Felix. I forgive you.”

He snaps his head back immediately, shock mixing in with his previous somber face. “What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself. I might.. never truly believe the fact that you’re even a bit attracted to me, but I don’t believe the fact that you’re a good person with good intentions. And for that, I forgive you.” You say, twisting your hands through your hairs. “You can leave n-“

Suddenly, you’re gagging. Ah. Hangover, right. Immediately, you make a run for the bathroom, throwing up the insides of your stomach into the toilet.

If there’s a top 1 worst feeling, throwing ups gotta be it. It’s a feeling that shakes you down to your core, spreading through your skin and body like poison.

Tears spring back into your eyes, cascading down your face as you attempt to stifle down your sobs.

“Y/n!” Felix shouts. Ofcourse he’s in the house now. God damnit.

“Where’s the nausea medicine, let me get it for you.” He says, a strangely soothing tone in his voice as he rubs your back.

You don’t have it in you to tell him to get the hell out, so all you can do is sigh and point to the cabinet above the sink. He immediately reacts, opting the doors and searching diligently through the messy shelves.

“Found it!”

He puts the correct dosage of pills into your hands, running to your kitchen to grab a bottle of water to help you swallow.

He watches as you take the pills, continuing to run his hands down your back in a comforting manner. Unlike yesterday, you let him.

His blonde hair falls over his eyes as you turn your head to him, a blush over his cheeks as he turns his head away. His hand moves to your head, giving you warming pets that melt into your soul.

“Uhm. Please, tell me if there’s anything you need.” He mutters, brown freckles shining. It’s easy to observe them to distract from the nausea. Huh, one’s a heart. Cute.

“No. Just.. don’t stop that hand thing.” You whispered, cringing at yourself in the process as you see a small smile fall upon his lips.

“With pleasure.”

─── ★

It’s been about six months since that whole interaction with Felix, and you two have been inseparable since. Where you went, he went and vice versa, of course.

It started with you following him back on instagram. Then it was texting & calling. That turned into hanging out whenever you got free time off your classes.

Surprisingly (at least to you), Felix was actually enrolled into a pretty decent college that wasn’t too far away from yours, so you were able to see each other pretty often.

Being his best friend was so easy for you, but for him, it was excruciating. All he wanted to do was pull you close and kiss those pretty lips of yours all day— no, for the rest of his life.

But to him, it just seemed like you didn’t see him like that. Like there was something in you preventing you from giving your heart to him, and he hated it.

He’d never want to make you uncomfortable, so if he had to bury his feelings down in the deepest pits of his heart in order to keep you in his life— hell, just even looking at him? He would, without any hesitation.

It wasn’t like that though, you did like him, you really did. The way his smile shined and warmed your heart every time wasn’t something that went unnoticed, just unaddressed.

You knew Felix was a good person, and you loved him for that. Even so, it’s not that easy to erase the fear in your heart that you’d never be good enough for him. I mean, he’s beautiful, a pure stunning angel sent from heaven itself.

And there’s you. Sure, you wouldn’t call yourself ugly, but can you call yourself beautiful around someone as gorgeous as him? Not really. He’s talented, smart, funny, kind, everything. And you, you’re a nerd who’s already cried at least 5 times over school and it’s just the first semester of freshman year.

As fate would have it, just like him, you’ll keep your feelings buried deep inside yourself. A future with him caged by the intimidation of senseless fear.

“It’s packed in here.” Felix says, grabbing your hand in an attempt to not lose you. A blush paints itself on your face.

“Since when are you not used to parties like this.” You reply, and he glares playfully back at you, stifling a giggle.

A party celebrating the end of the first semester at his school is where you were currently at. Interesting… you think you would have given up on parties after how the last one went.

Well you would have if Felix didn’t beg for you to come along, citing that “your presence helps him not get drunk.” or whatever nonsense he shared with you before dragging you out of your dorm room.

“Cmon, I heard they’re passing out drinks over there.” He squeals, squeezing the palm of your hand tighter as you scrape past multiple random people.

Felix was right; it is packed. The music bounces off the walls of the random dorm building, and it is smoldering hot. Ah, flashbacks.

All of a sudden, your body feels like it’s been hit by a brick wall as you slam into a random person infront of you. Their drink splashes all over you, soaking your clothes in the sour smell of the beer. Gross.

“Oh! I’m so sorry about that. I can go get you another. What did you ha-“

“The hell is your problem?” He screams loud enough for the people in the vicinity to hear over the deafening music and stare. As soon as you lock eyes with the stranger staring you down, your heart drops all the way down to your stomach.

It’s the guy you ran into at the party back in Highschool.

“Oh, it’s you. Still can’t get your head screwed on right at places like this, huh?” He spits, bitter words reopening an old wound you thought Felix had healed.

Speaking of Felix, he had been staring down the man ever since he noticed the smallest bit of malice in his voice, but now he’s trying to calm himself before he gets expelled.

“Hey man, chill out. She said she was sorry.” He says, voice covered in fake calmness. You can tell, you know him well enough.

The man turns his head towards Felix, and you can see the shock coat his face. “It’s that Felix I see. What are you doing here.. with her?” Oh.

“That’s none of your business. Cmon, let’s go get our drinks.” He responds before returning his attention to you, starting to pull you away from the man.

“Wait.”

Moments later, you feel him hand grab your shoulder. He has a sickeningly strong grip. It hurts, and he’s squeezing even tighter.

“Hey.. let go of me!” You scream, yanking your arm out of his grasp all running to Felix. You burry yourself into his arms, watching as the rather calm anger on his face turns to rage.

Usually, you’re able to protect yourself against pricks like these. Today though, something is different. You don’t know if it’s the setting of the party, or the fact that you’ve got someone who will take some of the weigh off your shoulders now. Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Especially not now that Felix is walking up to the man with balled fist and a beyond pissed off expression.

You’ve spent a lot of time with Felix, but you’ve never seen him that angry before. The cliche saying “if looks could kill a man” unfortunately really fit with this situation.

“I know you didn’t just touch her.” He says, anger spilling through his clenched teeth.

“What? You actually give a shit? I don’t even know her name.” He rolls his eyes, folding his arms. “I just want a ‘proper’ apology, so why don’t you move on somewh-“

His sentence is cut off by felix swinging his left fist towards his jaw, knocking him clean down on the ground. An audible gasp is let out from most of the people standing around the commotion, some chanting fight while others silently grab their phones.

“Huh?! Do you wanna repeat that?!” Felix yells, and the guy gets off the ground before wiping the blood off of his bruised cheek.

“Whatever dude.. have fun with your bitch.” He dismisses, turning around to his back facing Felix.

“What did you just s-“

“Felix.” Your voice cuts through the thoughts he was having, brining a calmness through the fury in his brain. “Let’s just go home, k?”

Felix takes in a deep sigh before nodding a yes towards you. He doesn’t forget to take your hand once again while walking towards the exit, ignoring the judgmental & disappointed faces of everyone in the crowd staring at you two. The only thing that mattered to him was making sure you were comfortable and okay.

It doesn’t take long to exit the dorm. Since it was his college too, and thankfully also him dorm building, you two just decide to walk to his dorm, walking in silence as the music slowly fades out of radius.

When you walk into his dorm room, all you can do is give him a tight hug, pressing your whole body into his as if you were trying to merge into him. Not that you or him would be against that at all.

“Thank you.” Is all you can manage to say to him, burrowing your face into his chest and his face heats up from the proximity.

“Of course. Sorry he got to touch you first though.” He sighs, stroking your back just like you’ve always liked since you met him.

“Why are you sorry? It was all that guys fault for being a prick. You stood up for me when I couldn’t myself.” Your voice is low, each syllable soothing the still angry thoughts in Felix’s head.

“Yeah well, I hate when anyone messes with you. Feel like I failed at protecting you like I should’ve.” He stops running his hand up and down your back at this point, lifting your chin so that you’re looking him in his eyes. “I just.. don’t want you to suffer anymore.”

It’s as if the timid version of you from mere minutes ago is completely erased. Now, all you can think about is how close you two are.

You’re hugging the man you’ve liked— no loved since half a year ago so close for what? Just for you to throw it all away again because of a stupid fear that you’ll never be good enough for him? What’s the point in living in the cages of a fear made by those who never got the chance to know you.

Those cages might keep you safe, but if they’re going to take away the opportunity to be with the man that your heart desperately yearns for, they’re absolutely worth shattering.

“Y-You know… there’s something you can do to make me feel better.” You whisper, embarrassment quickly rushing over your features when he looks you in your eyes.

“Yeah? What’s that?” He asks, sincerity in every bit of his voice. A deep breath.

“Kiss me.”

His eyes widen, body growing hot within a matter of milliseconds. “H-huh? Are you sure? You always turned me down before.”

“I know, and that was always out of fear. But, I don’t want that to hold me back anymore.” You murmur, face growing hot. “So kiss me.”

Felix doesn’t wait any longer, bringing his hand to your head and bringing his lips to yours.

It’s soft, yet passionate at the same time. He presses deeper into you, walking you over to press you to a wall as you kiss him back.

If there’s anyway to die, it’s gotta be like this. The utter peace you’re feeling as you try to stop a tear from rolling down your face is unfathomable. It’s him, the man you thought you’d always hate. The man who’d soon became the final piece to the hole in your soul. The man who you soon fell madly in love with that you’re kissing.

And wow, does it feel like heaven on earth.

“Wow, I’ve wanted to do that for forever.” He sighs once he pulls away from your lips, a flush shared on both of your faces.

“Me too.” You whisper, putting your head into the collar of his neck. Peace & contention. The perfect feeling for right now.

“So… can I take you out for lunch tomorrow? I hope you know I plan on making you my girlfriend now.” He sheepishly asks, fiddling with his fingertips.

“Of course, but.. wasn’t that always the plan?”

“Sure, but now I can actually implement it.” He giggles, brining his hand to caresses your cheek again. “Now, kiss me again.”