#I had thought of this entire thing while in bed earlier and of course couldn't remember it perfectly to write it down later

[artificialandroid]

Eiden is in some serious trouble; frankly, it’s taken him too long to notice. 

It had started with Aster and Morvay, the two familiars not only looking after him in this strange new world but, that he was looking after as well. There had been more than one occasion however where it felt completely one-sided and it more often than not started with an echoing beg for mercy from Morvay. It was at the very least enough warning for Eiden to brace himself, as what quickly followed next was a fluffy ball of fear attempting desperately to stuff itself into his clothes before Aster nearly bashed the door down in pursuit.

What usually followed next was a torrent of chaos that Eiden had no say in, although he could at least count himself lucky if both Aster and Morvay were too tired to keep up their usual forms. It usually ended up with his body covered in more miniature scratch marks than he would have liked yes, but the exhausted effort of chasing one another around his body also usually gave him two small bundles of warmth and fluff to cuddle afterwards.

Next had come Olivine, followed quickly after by Blade.

Behind the priest’s gorgeous chest, thankfully not too far behind, Olivine truly had a heart of gold and it didn’t take much thought to see why everyone in the Water Territory and surrounding villages absolutely adored the man. He was always more than ready to drop anything and everything to help Eiden out with anything he could need, a true blessing especially when Aster or Morvay were a bit tied up to dig him out of a sticky situation.

Olivine was also the reason why Blade had followed quickly after him, as not only was Blade only somewhat more aware of the world around them than Eiden was but his antics also brought out the priest’s smile. One that was bright enough to outshine the sun, an ability that somehow the two of them possessed and nearly blinded him with when combined together.

Yakumo and the wolf twins, however, had done nothing useful but confuse him.

They both started out by bringing out the same feelings that Aster and Morvay had in the beginning, the feeling of watching two of his brothers get along almost too well, it was confusing enough to make Eiden think he had brothers to begin with! Nevertheless, they still made him feel so incredibly at home, especially when Garu and Karu were both relaxed enough to be asleep at the same time, snuggled up close to Yakumo’s body despite his lack of heat. The mansion was at its most peaceful and quiet then.

Bundled up awkwardly in a trio of three had been the most serious of their little group and it was also here that Eiden had finally realized the kind of trouble he was getting himself into.

It had started with Quincy and the large protective hand he had placed on his head as he walked past to deal with a large group of monsters. He, himself, along with Edmond and Dante had made up the quietest group to even make a journey to the Fire Territory, a decision Aster had no doubt made to tease him and perhaps even push him to realize the rest of his feelings.

Along their journey, Eiden had had nothing better to do than to watch his companions as lengthy conversations were incredibly rare to come by. Catching the rare and yet incredibly dazzling smiles that Edmond and Dante had let slip across their faces. He could tease and bother the pair all he wanted about their beauty but it really had no other comparison, especially when so relaxed and carefree as when Quincy was peacefully asleep behind them.

Now for the final two and honestly, the two that had confused him just as much, if not more than Yakumo and the twins had; Kuya and Rei.

By this point, Eiden had thankfully realized that his eyes followed all of his clan members more than they should and that their smiles and mannerisms made him happier than they should have but those two. Clearly, his heart had to be nothing more than confused by his point, he could admit that he was in love with Olivine or even the stick in the mud that was Dante, but Kuya!? The fox that did nothing but tease and threaten him and Rei, who wasn’t any better despite his protests.

Eiden truly was in the most trouble he had ever been in since arriving in the Klein continent and unfortunately for him, his clan members were the ones getting him and keeping him in danger.

[distantdarlings]

PLAY IN YOUR MIND // t. nott

RATING: R / 3.3K WORDS

Theodore Nott x Reader Insert (No gender-specific details)

+ SUMMARY - *Requested - based on this* A couple of your friends describe a popular challenge spreading rapidly throughout Hogwarts, "No-Nut-November." You think it's the stupidest thing you've ever heard, until your boyfriend, Theo, bets you couldn't beat him at it.

+ WARNINGS - SMUT! Masturbation, slight voyeurism, slight degradation, manipulation (?), one use of 'daddy' (sorry), dirty talk, language, dom!Theo

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

Heavy Metal Lover - Lady Gaga

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The golden light poured through the window almost as if it was made of the pure material itself. Hot and smooth and liquid, sliding past the panes in the glass, illuminating all in its wake. The motes of dust swirled peacefully just beside your head. Your eyes, still swollen from sleep, squinted in a small smile at the lovely sight. A hand came up to gently weave your fingers in and out of the little creatures.

It was Saturday, which meant, of course, no classes and no Quidditch practice until around noon. It was only eight o’clock now, which meant you had plenty of time to have a nice breakfast, catch up on some homework, and check in on your friends. A shock of dopamine filled your stomach. You loved Saturdays. 

The motivation born of the excitement to get started with your day had you ripping the comforters back and sitting up on the edge of the bed. You slid your toes between the shagged carpet, shuddering at the small tickle the material coaxed out of you.

You didn’t quite feel like getting ready to go down to the Great Hall so you settled for a robe over your pajamas and your fuzzy slippers, relying on the universe’s grace for the state of your breath and hair. Hopefully, your boyfriend wasn’t in a huge kissing mood.

For the most part, everyone in your dormitory had already left for the morning. You reckoned they were all downstairs grabbing some breakfast or headed to Hogsmeade for the day. You grabbed your wand, slid it into your robe pocket, and made your way toward the door. A small grumble came from your stomach at the thought of what might be waiting for you at breakfast.

You only ran into a few people on the way to the Great Hall, all of whom you didn’t know well enough to care about what they thought of your outfit. You yawned and rubbed a bit of sleep out of your eyes as you rounded the corner to the vast hall. The doors were already propped open, granting you a straight line of sight to the beautifully-lit room.

You crossed the threshold and found your entire group of friends gathered around the end of the table farthest to the left. You smiled as a couple of them caught your eye and waved you over. 

It looked like you weren’t the only one who had the same idea with the majority of them being decked out in the finest pajamas and robes. Enzo’s hair was still heavily ruffled from sleep, yet he didn’t care. 

“Good morning,” you suppressed another yawn. They returned the sentiment, some voices joyous and others grumbled from being up earlier. You smiled. 

“What’s for breakfast this morning, love?” A very familiar voice popped up from behind you as a pair of hands slid around your shoulders. You bit your bottom lip as butterflies erupted in your stomach. It didn’t matter how long the two of you were together, Theo never failed to make you giddy.

You turned and faced his beautifully well-rested face and examined it closely. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his hands crossed against your lower back.

“I was thinking you,” you giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips. He smiled into the kiss and moved his lips along with yours. Fuck morning breath, you’d kiss him any time. A chorus of groans and fake gagging erupted behind the two of you. You both pulled away, chuckling childishly.

“Sounds alright to me,” he joked, guiding you to a seat between him and Enzo. You began surveying the options before you, the grumbles in your stomach building with every second. You eventually settled on a croissant with butter, a few selections of fruit, and some pumpkin juice to go with it. 

“Sleep well?” Mattheo asked, crossing his arms on the table just in front of his cleaned plate. Sleep weighed heavy beneath his eyes, rimming dark circles on the soft flesh there. You clicked your tongue in disappointment.

“Well, I’d say yes, but it looks like you didn’t,” you say. “Feeling alright?”

“Oh, he’s feeling more than alright,” Enzo chuckled, ignoring the elbow Pansy placed into his ribs. “Er, well, he was last night anyway…maybe not so much now.”

“Stay out late, did you, mate?” Theo asked, digging into the breakfast himself.

“Something like that,” the dark boy smirked in response. The conversation suddenly turned away from Mattheo’s late-night activities and on to some planning for the day’s Quidditch practice but you couldn’t help but notice the dark purpling that spread from the base of Mattheo’s throat down to beneath his white tee shirt. He caught you staring and sent a wink your way. Cheeky bastard.

“Alright, I’m going to head down to the pitch early and try to get some practice in,” Enzo announced.

“I’m sure,” Mattheo laughed, “probably just going to see how fast he can beat no-nut-November.” 

Theo and he broke out into uncontrollable laughter as a fiery red blush appeared across En’s cheeks and nose. Pansy stifled a laugh at the two’s response to the boy. It honestly kind of frustrated you.

“Hey, don’t tease him,” you scolded, giving a swift smack to Theo’s arm. “What the hell are you two talking about?”

It took a moment for the laughter to die down but eventually, the two of them had wiped the tears from their eyes and turned to face you.

“What, you mean you really don’t know what I’m talking about?” Mattheo smiled in obvious disbelief. You stared back blankly at him.

“Wait, are you serious, babe?” Theo turned more towards you. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, tapping your index finger against your skin in annoyance.

“We’ve already established this,” you spoke.

“Ah, shit, man. Maybe you should discuss this with her,” Mattheo shrugged. “I don’t feel comfortable explaining that to your partner.” Theo threw him a dirty look. 

“Uh, well,” Theo turned to you, “It’s like when a guy—or girl, I guess—tries their hardest not to….you know…” He motioned with his hands, indicating he wanted you to fill in the blanks.

“Oh, uh… ‘nut’?” you asked. He nodded.

“You try to go all through November without,” his voice dropped to a whisper, “cumming.”

“Well, that’s no fun,” you joked. Mattheo laughed. 

“Yeah, well, it’s part of the challenge,” Theo said.

“I’ve already lost, unfortunately,” Mattheo spoke. He pulled his shirt sleeve up and glanced at the watch placed around his wrist. “Twice since the first of November, actually.”

“But it’s November first today?” Pansy said, questioningly. Mattheo did not speak. Everybody suddenly made knowing glances as realization peaked between the five of you. 

“Then I’m going to beat you!” Enzo said, looking around the group. 

“Yeah, man,” Theo shouted, clapping a hand into his. “Me too!”

“Uh, you too?” you asked. “I’m sorry, where was my discussion about this?”

Theo turned to look at you, a slight look of disappointment printed on his face. He shrugged and avoided eye contact with you. You could tell you had embarrassed him slightly.

“I don’t know, it was kind of a sudden decision,” he said, “I didn’t really think it through, I just thought I’d help En out.”

“Okay, but he doesn’t need your help but someone else at this table occasionally does,” you spoke, crossing your arms. Mattheo choked on his pumpkin juice.

“Well,” Theo’s voice was lower and his head was bowed towards yours. “Baby, that doesn’t mean I can’t help you out. I just wanna show I’m, like, disciplined enough to do it, you know?”

“Theo, this is not a fucking Quidditch tournament. You don’t need to be ‘disciplined’ not to cum—just don’t do it,” you said.

“Easy for you to say,” mumbled Enzo. You glanced over at him to which he responded by dropping his eyes down to his feet. 

“If you think it’s so easy, why don’t you do it, then?” Theo asked, his jaw tightening and his eyes becoming challenging. You crossed your arms once again. If he seriously thought he was going to challenge you to something—a battle of will, at best—and win, he was sorely mistaken. 

“Okay, I will,” you said. “I’ll win, no problem. And not only will I win, you will lose so badly, it’ll be laughable.”

“Uh-huh, sure, whatever you say, little girl,” he retorted, rolling his eyes. Now he was just being a dick.

“We’ll see about that, little boy,” you mocked him. You got to your feet and began to head back towards the Great Hall’s entrance. Just before you got past the edge of the table, you turned back towards him.

“Oh, and Theo?”

“Yes, darling?” he replied sarcastically.

“When I win,” you smirked, “you’re going to do whatever I say in the bedroom until the end of November…you know, if you’re ‘discipline’ is so great.”

Mattheo choked on his drink once more and Pansy stifled another laugh. Enzo’s cheeks were reddened again. You all really needed to get him laid. Or maybe he already had been and was just really nervous about sexual talks. You weren’t sure.

Theo rolled his eyes and turned back to his friends. You suppressed a laugh and made your way out of the Great Hall, planning things for him to do for you all month long. 

xxx

After breakfast, you spent the majority of the rest of your morning finishing up some assignments and laying your Quidditch gear out. You figured you were going to rush out of here, per usual. Your punctuality wasn’t exactly hailed as the greatest known to Wizardkind. 

Your back was propped against a few of your pillows as you scanned through the assigned readings for Astrology, breezing through each chapter. You really did love that class and didn’t mind its assignments at all. It felt more like a hobby than required schoolwork. 

No matter how enjoyable the material was, however, your neck started to cramp after two hours or so. You tilted it from side to side, attempting to coax a pop out of each side. Just as you were beginning to work the pops down your spine, the door to your dorm swung open. From the angle you were at, you couldn’t quite see who was at the entrance but you assumed it was one of your roommates. You mumbled a polite “hey” and continued trying to stretch yourself out. When no reply came, you leaned around the bed’s footpost and tried to locate the intruder.

To your surprise, you found Theo standing before you, rather than a roommate.

“Oh,” you smiled, “hey, baby, I was just thinking of you.” You were excited to see him but after a few seconds of watching his face and getting no response, you realize he was not smiling nor did he seem happy.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“You embarrassed me at breakfast,” he said, crossing his arms.

“Oh…,” you trailed off, staring at the floor. “I’m sorry. I don’t really see how I embarrassed you, though, it was just a joke.”

“After you left, everyone was talking about how I cum quickly, and have no control in the bedroom, and probably don’t please you.” Your eyes widened at his words.

“Aw, well that’s not true,” you spoke, placing a hand on his crossed arms in an attempt to be comforting. “I’m sorry they said those things about you, but I’m sure they were just teasing you. You have a ton of ‘discipline’ in the bedroom.” You tried your very best not to speak the word mockingly. You were trying to make him feel better, after all. 

“You’re trying not to laugh!” he shouted. You definitely were.

“No, I’m not!” you scoffed. A hand slapped his crossed arms playfully. “But, honestly, Theo, what does it matter if you are or not? I like it when you’re a little helpless.” You giggled at your words. He rolled his eyes.

“What is it?” you asked in a babied voice. “Are you still embarrassed, baby?”  

“I’m so annoyed with you,” he grumbled, turning away from you and facing the window. You rolled your eyes and got to your feet, standing just behind him.

“Baby, are you mad at me?” you whispered, sliding your hands around his sides and pulling him into a hug. He didn’t uncross his arms and, though you couldn’t really see his face, you were almost sure he still had that little pout plastered on. 

“Yes, I thought I made that clear,” he pulled away from your hug. You scoffed at his action. 

“Theo, please, it’s a dumb challenge some teenage boys came up with, and your friends teased you about cumming quickly,” you argued. “I’m pretty sure every other Hogwarts student that’s ever come through here has dealt with the same crap. It’s just stupid jokes.”

“Well, I’m still mad.” You rolled your eyes once more, suppressing a groan. 

“Oh, Merlin, help me,” you sighed, falling back down onto your bed. “Are you twelve years old?”

He scoffed and glanced back at you with an annoyed glint in his eyes. You knew it probably wasn’t smart to poke the bear but you thought he was acting very stupidly. Then, with just perfect timing, a thought popped into your head.

“Theo, baby,” you cooed, leaning back on your hands, feeling your soft comforter beneath your fingers. “If you don’t want them teasing you, how about you prove how much discipline you have in the bedroom.” You bit your bottom lip and slowly spread your legs, allowing the side-eye glances he was throwing you to catch the opening against your pajama shorts. His eyes snapped back to the wall.

“Away with you, devil! I’m winning this challenge!” he joked, though the frown remained fixed against his mouth.

“Are you sure you don’t want a little something?” you teased. “I won’t tell anyone you did it—we can still say you won…”

He grunted in response. You knew you’d wear him down, eventually. This ploy was never a particularly hard one to break. He’d start claiming he didn’t want to do anything because he was mad at you or something, then you would simply sit back and let his mind convince him to redirect all thinking ability to his dick. You smirked.

“Baby, don’t you wanna come down here and fuck me?” you whispered. You leaned back up and started to slip your tank top over your head. Your chest perked up as the chill in the air fanned over you. You saw his eyes sneaking glances at you.

Your fingers pulled at the tie cinching your shorts together. It came undone swiftly, loosening the fabric that lay loosely on your hips. You hooked your thumbs in the material and slid the clothing down slowly, revealing your bare lower half to him. 

“I guess I forgot to put something on under them,” you teased, spreading your legs to give him a full view of everything he was missing out on. At this point, he’d uncrossed his arms and turned more towards you. His fingers were clenching and unclenching into a fist, painting his knuckles white. 

“Theo, I’m so wet,” you moaned, sliding a finger down between your legs. You cringed internally at your words, knowing that they would harass you for months to come, but you were locked in now. You said you were going to win, and you were going to fucking win.

His lips parted at the sight, his eyes fluttering just a bit. The tips of your fingers ghosted over your core, pushing little shocks of pleasure up to your chest. You gasped softly at each touch. Your eyes found his once more. You plastered on the heaviest pleading look you could manage and bit your lip. This felt stupid, but he was eating it up. Your eyes never separated as you slid a single finger into your entrance. The sound it made caused a soft groan to spill from Theo’s lips. Your lips parted in a silent moan. Your head fell back, displaying your neck and collarbones. One of Theo’s favorite things about you. 

You heard an audible swallow from where he stood but refused to stop your movements. To be totally honest, you rarely pleasured yourself like this, as it didn’t do too much for you. But you figured this was just like pornography to him. Something he played in his mind when he stuck his hands beneath his trousers. 

“Touch your chest…and your neck, baby,” he whispered. You followed directions so fluidly, never losing the pace you had established with your other hand. You dragged your fingers over your chest and gently gripped your throat, sneaking a peek at him every so often. His trousers were becoming painfully swollen and every once in a while his hand would come down to readjust the fabric over himself. This was working a million times better than you thought it would. 

“What else, baby?” you moaned, making your voice breathless. 

“Put your fingers in your mouth, please,” he groaned out. You did just that, smirking as shudders ran down his arms. His eyes fluttered closed as he began to gently palm himself every once and a while. Never enough to do any true damage, just enough to give him a little bit of a jolt. 

You moved your lips and tongue over your fingers just as you would him. You even peppered in a few moans as the hand lined up with your entrance never ceased movement. You were not going to cum like this. You could do this all day…though you’d rather not. You had a few secrets shoved up your sleeve, but were saving those for last. However, considering how long the two of you had been here and how quickly Quidditch practice was approaching, you figured now was the time to pull out all of the stops. 

“Please come fuck me, baby,” you whined. “Need you so bad, please, Teddy.”

Number one, he loved that nickname, and, number two, he loved when you begged for him. You figured it was part of the boy mentality, they loved being needed. 

He groaned audibly, the pressure he was applying to himself intensified. He wanted to grab you and prove all of his stupid friends wrong. Half of them were probably virgins anyway, but he….he had the girl of his dreams spread out for him, needy and breathless and begging for him. Maybe this was just a stupid challenge….

That didn’t work. He barely even took a step forward. Damn it. Your fingers intensified and your mouth parted in a soft moan. You needed to use the one thing that always worked, even when he was the maddest he’d ever been. You knew what he craved to hear, though you didn’t use it often. To be honest, it sort of made you cringe, but you knew that it made him feel powerful.

“Please, I need you,” you whined. “Come fuck me, daddy…”

The hand palming himself halted and you watched, in live-action, as his eyes darkened considerably. He raised his hands to his belt buckle and made quick work of it. You giggled and leaned forward, removing your fingers from yourself. You helped him split the top of his jeans and slide them down. He shoved you back onto the bed and began to crawl over you. 

“You want me this bad, baby?” he placed a rough kiss on your lips. 

Your hands traced down his abdomen, feeling every taut ridge and valley. Your fingertips touched over his hipbones, across the waistband of his briefs, before slipping just beneath the material. His breath halted against your lips. Your cooled hands suddenly and beautifully wrapped around him, contrasting his intense heat with your wintery fingers. You slid your hand against him once, twice. Said his favorite name. And then he finished. With a desperate moan of your name and a clenched fist in your hair.

“Oh baby, good boy…,” you cooed and checked the time on his watch. “Really put those other guys in their place. You made it twelve hours.”

[blondwhowrites]

Hello! This is my first time writing in and I just want you to know how much I love love love your blog!!

I was wondering if you’ve ever written anything about brothersbestfriend!Mattheo. I just imagine he’d feel super guilty at first, fooling around with his best friend’s sister. Maybe he’d try to break it off but reader would get all sad and pouty, insisting that her brother will never find out.

Whether the reader is biologically related or adopted is up to you. I also did not intend for it to be this long—ANOTHER ADDITION TO THE PRINCESS MULTIVERSE

Oh my god—You being Theo's pretty younger sister and Mattheo just being absolutely obsessed with you!!! He always thought you were interesting. You've always just kind of been there, kind of tucked in a corner, watching as he, Theo, and Draco played together. You were weird in your own little quirky way—quiet, introverted, but not shy. No, you weren't at all shy, just simply quiet. 

Mattheo always felt drawn to you in a way he really couldn't understand. You two just coexisted with each other, and it stayed that way until his sixth year, when you suddenly became 'beautiful' in the eyes of society. He always knew you were gorgeous, the most beautiful girl he had ever met, but now other boys and even some girls were starting to realize it too. The whole Slytherin gang becomes your impromptu guards on the orders of Theodore Nott. Suddenly, Mattheo is walking you to all of your classes and being forced to watch over you at parties—and that's when it really starts to go downhill for him.

You're the most wonderful being to ever exist, and holy shit, does it hit Mattheo HARD. You tend to ramble about the weirdest things like human anatomy, and your army of stuffed animals, and he's just nodding along admiring you like you're some sort of goddess. You give him little trinkets as gifts and he has a whole entire box full of them because he wouldn't ever dare throw them away. He's in love—there's no denying it. He'd done the one thing he swore he would never do...he fell for his best friend's sister. You immediately notice because, A, you've been watching Mattheo your whole life, and B, you know how to read people like a book. So, being the little shit you secretly are, you one day put on your prettiest outfit and waltz on down to one of the infamous Slytherin get-togethers, which is basically just a secret rave with how intense they can get. 

Of course, Theo is huffing and puffing while being forced to watch his little sister flirt with some random girl and Mattheo—oh dear lord he is FUMING. At that point, he knows you know because the whole entire time you're sending him little glances and faux innocent smiles.

You're strewn across his bed, crying and whining as he brutally thrusts into you not even caring if you're a virgin or not because you had the absolute audacity to be a brat and he made sure you were absolutely okay with him being rough beforehand. He's whispering just the NASTIEST things into your ear. 'yeah—you like being fucked by your brothers best friend? If I had known you were such a slut I would've done this a lot earlier' His hand is wrapped around your throat, he's got you in doggy style, pressing your head down against the mattress and watching your eyes roll back. Your cunt is just gushing around him and he knows if he doesn't stop he's gonna become addicted to your pussy—which isn't really saying a lot since he's already addicted to you. By the time he's done with you you've cum more times then you can count and you are one second from just passing out.

It's like his whole entire personality switches because he's suddenly cooing sweet praises as he cleans you both up. He's pressing soft kisses to your lips as he tells you just how much he adores you, and Mattheo just knows he can't let this go—he can't let you go. He eventually, and very hesitantly, lets you go back to your dorm after making extra sure nobody is around.

That night, he just stays up, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. He's in a messy situation and he knows it, but honestly he doesn't really seem to care about how Theo would react if he ever found out about you two. In fact, the next day he pulls Theo into an empty classroom and locks the door. Theo doesn't even have time to react before Mattheo just spills everything. He could've ranted about his love for you for hours on end, and he's prepared to do that—that is, until Theo yells at him to shut up and is like, 'Mate, I knew this would eventually happen, so I've had years to prepare myself for this. My sister has been in love with you for years, and I'm sick of it, so please, for the love of Merlin, just take care of her and we are good.'

You are in your dorm reading about how bodies rot over time when Mattheo just busts in and grabs your book, placing it down, and kisses you silly. 'You're mine' he states as if you don't have a choice in the matter—and you really don't. The rest of your day is just spent in your dorm with him in blissful domestic peace.

Theo can finally rest in peace because HOLY SHIT—Mattheo is as dumb as rocks because how the fuck did it take him LITERAL years to realize he has feelings for you 😐

[justauthoring]

Heeey, I saw you are writing for fairy tail😍😍 I am obsessed. Can I please request a Natsu x Reader fiction. I don't have anything specific in mind. Maybe they are on a quest and reader is cold and Natsu helps them warm up. I don't know, just pure fluff!!! Thank you!!!!!!

just a lil drabble while im sick :) natsu was my first ever anime crush and ive been feeling so nostalgic about him <3

late night cuddle.

you tried not to make it obvious, but it was getting harder by the second.

just why the hell was it so cold?

it had been like that for the entirety of the mission but bearable in the midst of everything. natsu and gray's bickering, coupled with light chattering with lucy and erza had been enough to keep your mind off of it on the trip here, and then once you were in the thick of it, it was pretty easy to ignore too. fighting, after all, built up quite the sweat.

but now? with no sun and just the dark, lonely sky, and a sleeping bag that was as thin as the shirt you were wearing it? it was so much more harder to ignore now.

a glance over your shoulder to your teammates tells you they're pretty much all asleep themselves, except for natsu who'd elected to keep first watch. happy had first volunteered to join him, but twenty minutes in you'd heard natsu chuckle affectionately and send him off to bed too.

so, that left just him and then the rest of your teammates peacefully asleep.

your eyes flicker to lucy next to you; you could ask her if she wanted to share a blanket and sleep close for warmth. you knew the girl never really wore the most appropriate clothing so she wouldn't mind and it wasn't like it was your first time ever having to share a sleeping bag before.

but.... but she looked so peaceful. her eyes shut and her lips parted just slightly as her chest rose and fell with soft breathes and you remember how she'd gotten hit partically hard earlier in the fight. the large bandaged bruise on her cheek a swift reminder and you didn't want to wake her up especially when rest was probably the best thing for her.

not to mention, wendy was off with gajeel and levy for a mission so she didn't have wendy's soothing healing magic to ease any of the pain.

yeah. no. you definitely were not disturbing her.

you glance to your other teammates. you loved gray, but he definitely wouldn't warm you up—if anything, he'd probably just make you more cold. erza wasn't an option either. you'd made that mistake once before and your head still hurt from being slammed against her armour (which she wore to bed, of course) and then kept against it for the entirety of the night.

happy was nice to cuddle with but he wouldn't keep you all that warm.

finally, your eyes flicker back to natsu. his back is turned to you and he's sitting crossed-legged by the edge of the camp, completely in his own world. he'd be warm, the warmest out of everyone, given him being a fire dragon slayer. but... the thought of... of asking him to warm you up brought an instant flush to your cheeks, embarrassment coursing through your entire veins and that idea gets reected instantly in fear of your feeligns.

so, relectantly, you're turning back around, letting your head fall against your thin pillow again.

you shut your eyes, forcing them shut and pull your knees to your chest, holding your blanket tight against you, praying that even just a bit of warmth will allow you to fall asleep.

a cold burst of wind has you shivering a second later and your teeth practically chitter against one another and you give up on sleep all together then.

with your blanket still wrapped around your shoulders, you make your way to where natsu's sat, sitting an appropriate distance from him.

"y/n?"

natsu's voice is soft, an odd tone you've never really heard on him before as his head tilts to face you, confusion written across his face.

"what're you doing up?"

"couldn't sleep," is all you offer in explanation, pulling your blanket closer around you. sending him a soft smile, you gesture behind you. "you can head to bed if you want. i can keep watch."

for a split second, he looks like he's gonna agree, the exhaustion clear on his face as he moves to thank you. then, wind brushes through the camp once again that has your hair swishing and your shoulders pulling in, a hiss leaving your lips as you try to fight through the bitting wind. natsu halts to a stop.

"why couldn't you sleep?"

you barely realize natsu's asked you a question until suddenly his face is right in front of you, concerned.

"o-oh!" you let out, startled, leaning back and using your hand to catch yourself. regrettably though, just the mere presence of natsu so close already makes you feel warmer. "it's no biggie!" you laugh off lightly, despite how good he feels so close. "i was just a little cold so i thought—"

whatever you're about to say gets promptly cut off the second you're being pulled flush against a firm chest. it all happens in a second. it's like you blink and suddenly you're being lifted off the ground and into a lap where a pair of arms wrap snuggly around your waist and you're completely surrounded by warmth.

"n-natsu!"

"here," natsu whispers, gruffly and it nearly sends you into a heart attack. "i'll keep you warm."

you blink, turning back to see him grinning brightly down at you. that same toothy grin natsu always has and the same one that always sends flutters through your stomach and has your heart racing madly against your chest.

you can barely stand it in general and even less when it's directed solely at you.

"oh," you manage to force out. "you—you don't have to, natsu!" you wingle in his grasp, trying to scoot off of his lap, but natsu's grip stays tight around you. "i meant what i said. you should get some rest and—"

"y/n?"

"...yeah?"

natsu's grin fades but only to turn into something softer. a warm, gentle grin falls on his face as he shakes his head. "you're practically shaking. you even feel cold, and that's a lot coming from me." you frown, just then realizing how cold you really had been. "it's fine. i offered to keep watch in the first place and besides? who better than me to keep you warm, right?"

there's a possessive edge to his tone that you don't quite catch.

the way he says it so nonchalantly has you absolutely reeling. so much that all you can manage in response is a weak hum and a nod as you turn back ahead of yourself, slowly and cautiously letting your back fall against natsu's chest.

"comfortable?"

you can feel his chest rumble as he speaks.

"y-yeah," you nod, letting yourself sink into his touch more, unable to deny how warm he is. a good warm. a really good warm. you can already feel the exhaustion you'd been feeling all day catching up to you as your eyelids grow heavy.

"thank you, natsu."

you say it just as your eyes fall shut, unaware of the warm smile natsu glances at you down with as you fall asleep in his arms and in his lap.

"no problem, y/n/n."

-

"damn, natsu, i didn't think you had it in you."

"shut it, droopy eyes."

"hey—!"

"they're in loveeeee~!"

"seriously, though, natsu. i... i certainly wasn't expecting to wake up to this."

"yeah, natsu. if you forced her, i—"

"what! no! what kind of guy do you take me for! i didn't force her to do—"

you let out a moan at the flutter of noises overwhelming your senses. all you can really register is how warm you are and how comfortable you are. the thought that you could stay here forever crosses your mind and you move to just go back to sleep, and then—

then. you remember everything.

being cold. unable to sleep. going to natsu. and then... then him pulling you into his lap and—

you snap awake, bolting out of natsu's arms who pulls back in surprise at your sudden movement. it takes you a second, blinking the sleep out of your eyes, before your gaze shifts from natsu who's smiling at you, with a faint pink to his cheeks, to the rest of your teammates stood in front of you.

gray looks smug, sending you a smirk as you turn bright red. erza looks utterly confused, her eyes snapping between you and natsu. happy is barely able to contain his laughter. and lucy's looking at you like you've grown a second head.

it occurs to you that you should say something.

turning to them, you raise your hand; "it isn't what you think."

"it's exactly what you think."

"natsu!"

[marleyybluu]

Thinkin’ Bout You

Spooky Diaz x fem!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Content warning: 18+, gets a little hot at the end, overall fluff and mush, everyone’s in love and high, reader smokes weed, reader described to have thick thighs (of course tf), pretty sure I'm missing some sorry

A/N: I took a break from my break to post this lol I was gonna leave this as a stand-alone(it can still be read as such) but honestly? it’s giving two and counting lore… so I’ll put it as a part of that series.

(not mine, got it off pinterest but awooogaa!)

Friday. What a glorious day to be off work. You slept in, hell you'd say you deserved putting up all those work hours at the hospital, and after finally crawling out of bed you rolled a small joint for the morning, and smoked it on the balcony outside your bedroom. The neighbourhood was quiet, the air was crisp and a bit cold but it's nothing one of Spooky's sweaters couldn't fix. You wrap your arms around you, the sweater is warm and it smelt like his cologne, you close your eyes and smile at just the mere thought of him. You always think about him it was crazy how one man consumed your entire being but you were so glad it was him.

You wished he was home, wished he was here to smoke with you but he got called into work earlier than usual, you didn't even get a goodbye kiss which you were missing right now, the vacancy of those lips— soft as a cloud and always on top of yours so delicately— depending on the context of course.

Without him here the day seemed to pass on slower, you checked the time what seemed like every ten minutes which also didn't help. To distract yourself you clean and cook, call your mom until she is ready to, quote, "Go and do her own thing." And hung up on you.

You lay upside down on the couch, feet crossed as they hang over the back of the couch and your head hangs off the seat cushions, Living Single reruns consumed your screen. You were well distracted until you heard a car door slam and various keys jingling together, you sat up and gripped the back of the couch for dear life.

The lock turns. The door opens. And there he is. You scream with excitement. "Hi, babyyyyy."

He chuckles, not even ten seconds inside and you already had him smiling. "Hola mi corazón."

You roll off the sofa and run over to your man, leaping and wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He squeezes you so tightly you swear he'd crack a few bones but in the name of love, you wouldn't care. You pepper his face with kisses before you finally land on his lips and you mould into him, his hands firmly grasping your ass that barely fits in your shorts.

He smiles in the middle of your kiss and it's an instant chain reaction. "Missed me that much?"

"You have no idea."

He gives you another small kiss before he puts you down and you fight the urge to pout and demand to be picked back up, you just want to live in his skin 24/7, but you let him catch his breath. Let him put away his things, grab a Corona while you ogle him and the way his enormous arms flexed when he twisted the cap off and the foaming bubbles sliding their way to the top... almost spilling over... but then he saves it with tongue. You lick your bottom lip and zoom in on the involuntarily sexual act, oh, and the way his Adam's apple bobbed with every sip... fuck.

"Bebita," He calls. You slowly nod, still in your love-stricken daze. "You're droolin' a little bit ma."

You rub your chin and frown at him, there is no drool. He winks at you and you turn your face to the side to avoid any more butterflies in your stomach. "You smoke already?"

You nod. "Wanna smoke again or you good?" He sat his blunt, which magically appeared from his jeans, between his lips and nodded to the back door. "Nah, I'll smoke with you."

"Good, vamos."

••••• Your head lays in his lap, his hand cupped your cheek and his thumb caressed your skin. After you two smoked, you ate and had a blissfully shared shower, now you were sprawled out on the sofa still high as fuck watching Bridget Jones's Diary, he remembered you uttered something about wanting to watch a rom-com for once. You were in the mood to watch a love story, "or something."

But you were hardly paying attention to the screen, so lost in your own world of love, you pinch his chin aiming his at an angle so he'd look down at you. Make eye contact.

"Do you think about me?" A question asked so innocently. "Course I do, baby."

You run your finger down the column of his neck, over the lump of his Adam's apple. "What do you think about?"

He pauses the movie and focuses on you. "What's this about?"

"Nothing."

"You pregnant?"

You hit him. "Spooky! No!" He was obsessed with the idea of a baby. "Just answer my question."

He sighs, nostrils flair, he hated telling his deepest feelings but, "I think about you... and me, and what our life could be like. We could get married, could have a couple of kids. I always thought about gettin' like a summer house or something. Hit it every summer with them."

You smiled. "You think about all that?"

"Fuck yeah. I see us dropping them off on their tío, he watches them... we still get to have some us time, dates, trips...whatever you want."

You swear he makes you fall in love with him all over again at least once a week. "You think I haven't pictured the wedding? I know what I'll say in my vows already."

"Liar," You teased.

"Mi amor, the day I saw you-"

You quickly cover his mouth it'd be like spoiling a movie you hadn't seen yet. He licked your palm but you were quick to wipe it on his face. "Puta." He muttered. "Bastardo." You retaliated. "So how many kids do we have?" You sit up and adjust yourself so that you are now sitting with your back against the support of the couch and drape your legs over his thighs, the cold metal of his rings hits your hot skin when his hand contacts your leg. "Five."

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" You exclaim. "I've seen childbirth live and I think we can have one and a dog." He rolls his eyes. "Fine, whatever."

He leans over to kiss your forehead. "You think about me?"

"Once in a while." You joke, his jaw drops. "Once in a while!? That's how you feel? Ay, cariño, you're breaking mi corazón."

You place your hand over his and offer him a side smile before you kiss his cheek. "The way I jumped on you when you came home isn't proof enough."

He pulls you on top of him, your legs now sitting on each side of him with his hands gleefully squeezing every pound of flesh that makes up your thunder thighs that spread every time you sit and it makes him call them pancakes sometimes. "I might need a refresher."

"Oh, getting short-term memory already, Diaz?" You hum pressing your lips to his. "Just a little bit." He answers. Your hands fumble with the bottom of his shirt, he raises his arms and you break the kiss for just a second before you're back with tongues in each others throats and you're making out as if you're life depended on it, as if he's being shipped off to war and you don't know if he's coming back. Now it was your turn to pull back in need of some air. His smile is shaky, almost like a shy expression.

"Still kinda hazy."

You rid yourself of your top, with nothing under it.

"Oh don't worry," You lean in. "I'm about to make it real clear."

Not tagging anyone in this, I'm just testing something. if you liked this fic, feel free to like this fic, reblogs and comments are appreciated. peace and love, see you in the next one🤙🏾

[joongbin]

i need a male × jeongin smut where he and the fan boy have some interactions during the show, but they somehow met each other by the night and then...wow.

➤ LET'S HAVE FUN. - Y. JI

꒰ you were a fanboy of jeongin, why wouldn't you be? you thought you had no chance with the idol, but one night changed those thoughts immediately.

+ pairings: btm!yang jeongin x top!fanboy!reader

× warnings: possible one night stand, dubcon?, both are slightly drunk, reader is amab, unprotected sex, they use spit as lube.

# genre: smut.

& smut req fuiyohh

You finally got front tickets. You had been trying for MONTHS, but they were always sold out within seconds, but today you were lucky.

You screamed in joy, staring at your screen in relief. You can finally see your bias, Yang Jeongin. He was the cutest, talented member, that's why he was your bias.

You could easily be called his ultimate fanboy. You had an entire TikTok account about him and how you have every single one of his photocards and merch, you were basically known as his ultimate fan.

You wore a mask, baggy and light shirt and some pants you found. You of course, brought your lightstick with you that had Foxyi.ny on the screen along with the cute hoodie thing for it.

You grbbe your album, just in case. You grabbed your your favourite photocard of him that was in a Foxyi.ny case.

You stared at it before getting inside the car that was going to pick you up, since you were feeling a little lazy to drive.

You sat comfortably, making sure your lightstick was working and connected to the app, then you updated your friends on what you were doing since they just wanted to make sure you're safe.

Getting a little distracted, you didn't even notice you had already arrived to the venue. You made sure everything was in your bag, before thanking the driver and getting out of the car.

You waited a few minutes in the crowd, fumbling to put in your earplugs because you know how wild STAY gets when SKZ goes on stage.

And you were right. The moment they stepped on to the stage, numerous screams from STAY just filled the venue up. You had to cover your ears while screaming, even if you had the ear plugs in.

You looked at your one and only Jeongin. He looked so good on stage. You were basically admiring him, smiling ear to ear as you kept interacting with him whenever he's not performing.

Little small waves, connecting hearts, him recording a video on your phone, probably everything a fan would imagine for. You immediately set your phone wallpaper to you connecting hearts with him.

That would be your closest interaction.

He's an idol and you're just a fan. That was the relationship, no more no less.

Or, that's what you thought.

You were at a bar with your friend because it was her birthday, and you wanted to celebrate it with her. She just got heavily drunk and hanging out with someone while you sat at the seat you were always at.

You weren't exactly a fan of the smell of the alcohol in front of you. Then, you felt someone beside you. You said your friends name, before you turned to look at them.

It was him. The Yang Jeongin. You called out his name, before he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“ You're that .. guy from earlier .. ” He said, his voice raspy. It just .. made you feel something, your idol in front of you, being all touchy.

But you didn't know what to do. Yeah, he looked absolutely euphoric looking at you with those eyes, but was this even right? You were soon dragged to a room at the bar, as if the bar knew that people would have sex at the place.

He pressed you against the bed with absolute lust in his eyes, grinding on you as he let out a whine. You didn't expect for him to even do that, but it definitely lit something inside you.

Your dick grew hard in your pants, just like the other's was. He was starting to moan from the pleasure he was getting just by grinding on you.

Jeongin clashed lips with you, making out with you as he tried to reach his high, but couldn't. It just didn't feel good enough.

“ Please... ” He muttered.

Your hands snaked to the back of his head before gripping on his hair softly, earning a soft moan from him.

You flipped him around, making you go on top of him. He looked so beautiful under you, a wet patch on his pants that was probably his precum. You stroked his cock from his pants at an agonizingly slow pace, making him raise his hips up to get more friction.

You held him by the waist, slowly picking up your pace to please him.

“ Better? ” You say, he nods vigorously, eyes shut as he enjoyed the pleasure you were giving him.

You didn't really expect to see your idol in such a state, much less that you were making him feel this way. Such sensation made you feel .. powerful. You loved the way you had control over his pleasure.

Your hand stopped and he opened his eyes, panting lightly as he looked at you. You stripped him of his pants, taking off his underwear as well.

He looked at you with anticipation, you looked at him with a smirk before turning him around, his ass facing you.

“ So cute. ” You squeezed at his left cheek, his whines were just like music to your ears.

“ Please .. please .. fuck me. ” Jeongin whined even louder as you spat in to his hole and fingered him. The room didn't have lube, and you weren't expecting to fuck anyone, so spit was probably your second option.

Once you thought it was done, you lined yourself up with his hole before inserting it in slowly, making sure he wasn't uncomfortable or hurt.

He moaned, back arching as you make him take your full length. You and him panted before you started moving, slowly.

“ You're so tight, angel. ” You say, fucking into his hole as he moaned louder when you hit his prostate. You were absolutely in love with his moans.

You wanted to hear more of it.

Jeongin's dick started to twitch, his words slurring more and more as he slowly reached his climax. His thighs shaking.

“ Baby- please, ngh! I'm close.. ” You couldn't even tell what he was saying, but it made you fuck him faster, making him reach his high faster.

You panted behind him, reaching your high also. You shover your cock deep inside him as you came inside of him, him cumming along with you with a long, loud moan.

You both panted and were tired. His legs were shaking as he fell, his cock still leaking a little bit of cum. You kissed him on his cheek with a smile.

That cock drunk smile was so beautiful.

[crypticcowboys]

hi there, i absolutely love your writing! please may i request some general headcanons for mike x gn!reader where both he and the reader are autistic? i’m glad to see that someone else headcanons him as such :D i hope that’s not too vague!!

a/n: thank you for being my first ask :3! and ofc it's not too vague! this is going to be focused more on mike's traits and basically his interactions with you. this was also lowkey self indulgent. i actually really enjoyed writing this so i think i might make another one of these focusing just on him@))@ pairing: autistic/audhd!mike schmidt x autistic!gn!reader headcanons, also autistic abby (the entire family is autistic) warnings: brief mention of autistic meltdown, otherwise fluff. wc: 836 (i ran out of ideas.)

not proofread i wrote this while high

mike schmidt didn't find out that he was autistic until a lot later into his adult life-- only knowing that he had adhd. he always knew that abby was autistic, she had been diagnosed earlier into her life. but him? he never gave second thought to it. of course, he felt disconnected in a sense to the rest of the world. he was there, but he felt like nobody truly clicked nor resonated with him besides abby. of course, until he met you.

to say that mike was truly comfortable with you was an understatement. he didn't feel forced to make eye contact with you, and of course, ended up feeling comfortable enough with you to make full-on eye-contact... each and every time.

i feel like mike's love languages are definitely quality time and physical contact. he enjoys sitting in a room with you as a sort-of body double-- you two don't have to talk at all for him to have a good time with you. he enjoys being close to you, or being in a room with you, the both of you engaging in anything that you'd like. as for the physical touch part, he always needs to be connected with you in some way. in public, he's behind you, interlinking your arms or your hands together and giving you a soft squeeze. or when you're both in bed, and you two can actually fully hold eachother, this man needs pressure. he needs to feel like he's being pressed by a hydraulic press. either lay on-top of him or squeeze him from behind whilst he's the little spoon-he's in heaven.

mike definitely loves the sound of your voice. when you're talking he's pretty much giving you his full attention, even if he's not looking directly at you, or doing something else. he won't mind if you ramble about your special interest or your hyperfixation, he'll listen and ask you as many questions that pop into his mind. he's genuinely curious about what you're into!

as for mike's sPin/hyperfixations, i feel like one of the biggest hyperfixations he ever had as a child was pokemon. it's basic and mainstream, i know, but i feel like he especially took interest in card-collecting. i feel like he's a big collector in general-- he likes seeing physical groups of things that he either picks up or buys himself. he doesn't have much money to expand his collections now, but every once in a while he'll save up to expand them. i feel like he really enjoys miniature things-- like tiny things he can build. this may seem a bit childish to him and he'd never admit it-- but he likes calico critters because of the small objects. he can just never afford the sets. i feel like he also watches tiny cooking videos on his phone when he can't sleep.

mike's also a really big music enjoyer. i feel like he's always got his walkman on him-- several tapes. this man is a sade and jeff buckley enjoyer and you can't tell me any different.

despite the fact that he needs a job to support himself and abby-- mike is quick to burn out with work. he'll start off strong at first, and then later, everything down to the very air he could breathe in the place could just irritate him. besides all the stuff that happened at freddy's, it was... sort of a fresh breath of air, being his 'own boss.' no coworkers that couldn't understand the meaning of taking a break due to overstimulation to nag in his ear during rushes. not that rushes even really existed in the first place at freddy's. but for all his other jobs, he either got fired or outright quit less than 6 months of work because of his dull-minded managers. fast food was the worst-- he'd always encounter rude customers. he got a drink thrown at him, once, and he swore to never work fast food again. he does not back down on promises.

but whenever he does have burnout, or have a meltdown, mike instantly seeks you out first. he's clinging to you like a lifeline, feeling tears springing to his eyes whenever he's thinking about the amount of bills and fees he has to pay, or the chores he needs to do. he needs you to distract him from it all, he needs you to hold him tight and just distract him from everything. the burnout takes weeks to go away, but you and abby just make the experience so much smoother for him.

i feel like mike really enjoys going on road trips and long drives. no destination, just driving around with you and abby, making up dumb stories or you giving storytimes from your job that abby probably shouldn't be hearing, incase she starts picking up words like 'shit.' but she's already picked them up, honestly.

both you and abby are his lifelines. and the world wouldn't quite click if it weren't for you, especially.

[kooahae]

After Last Night: THE MISSING PICTURE

Pairing: best friend to lovers// established relationship,  Jungkook X female reader

Summary:  you’re missing the most important item you own and there’s only one place it could be, only if you’re timing was better…

A/N: This takes place AFTER the FIRST ALN chapter, you can catch up on the rest of it here ...

word count:3K+

Read the previous Drabble ( by date of release/ not in chronological order)

Warnings: cursing, arguing, cheating (not JK), a little angst, mentions of death, a little dive into why Jimin is the best big brother- sad upbringing, SEOJUN,  toxic ex-partner, not a warning but my baby Oc stands up for herself!!! Not as much JK this time, but of course he is here and the next chapter is a flashback- so he will have more time. Lastly, the Jeons are good people :)

“And done.” You sigh as you finish putting your last sweater on a hanger. Smoothing the shoulders of it down and looking at the closet one last time. Jungkook has been helping you unpack, it feels just like when you first moved in and signed the lease together, except this time you are sharing his bedroom. He thinks it’s better this way- and he’s right. It is better waking up to him in the morning than knocking on his door. It’s nice waking up to someone who reciprocates your feelings.

Jimin and the boys were sweet enough to get everything from the house for you. According to your brother’s recap of events, It wasn’t pretty. The back and forth between him and your ex must have been a bit much, so you’re relieved you weren't there. However, You need to eventually drop off your copy of the key. You would tell him why you left, but he doesn’t deserve to act all oblivious. You’re enjoying being yourself. No patience for his bullshit- It's hard to believe you ever had time for it in the first place.

You’re back to the simple life. You've had the freedom to be with Jungkook whenever you want, without any arguments, or screaming. Most importantly, you feel valued. It's surprising how you never thought about the good times you missed out on. Regardless of everything, you couldn't be more grateful for your current situation.

you feel relieved. 

Jungkook feels like home, not a house. That should say It all. 

“Thanks for helping me unpack,” you say, flopping onto the bed next to Jungkook, who pulls you into his arms.

"Anything for you, my angel.”  

You’re fucking whipped. He’s so dreamy.

“I love looking at you.” - and whenever he says stuff like this, You melt. 

Jungkook is telling the truth. Only part of it though- he not only loves looking at you, but loves you entirely. 

You push some of his hair back and kiss his forehead.

“You’re so sweet. Do you have any plans today?” You ask and he nods.

He did mention earlier he wanted to stop by the gym. 

“ I promised some of the kids there that we would do the punching bag today, but I promise not to take long.” He comforts you as he runs his hands up and down your sides. 

“Take as much time as you need, I’ll be here.”

“Okay. Give me one more kiss?” 

He’s so cute- how could you tell him no? So you plant a kiss right on his lips, making sure not to get too carried away.  

“Come on. Up you go. You have kids to go help out.” You say and he playfully rolls his eyes. 

“You’re right, send me pictures while I’m gone if you and Bam do anything cute ” 

He’s a simp too. 

That reminds you though…  

“Oh wait kookie, speaking of pictures …have you seen the picture of all of us anywhere while unpacking?”

“That one? No, I haven’t. Have you called your brother to see if he has it?” He asks you which makes you wonder why you didn’t start there in the first place. Jimin did go retrieve your things, so maybe he has it. 

“I will, that’s a smart idea. Make sure to hydrate at the gym and I’ll see you when you get back.” You say as your lips connect for one more kiss and Jungkook makes his way to the door.

You need that picture. It’s the last one of everyone together. 

So you pick up your phone and dial your brother’s number. 

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“It’s about time my baby sister called me. Here I thought Kook was holding you hostage.”

“Haha Jimin, not funny.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, have you seen that picture of our families together? I searched every box and unpacked but I didn’t see it. “ you question him, hoping he has the answer you’re looking for. 

“Actually no, I also didn’t see it in your house now that you say it. Hobi, Namjoon, and I went there but, that’s the one thing we never came across.“

Fuck. 

You’re gonna have to go by the house. That is the last thing you want to do, but the last thing your heart can take is not having the last picture of you and your family together one last time. 

Maybe you should call Jungkook? But you don’t want him to worry. 

You look at the time on the clock. 

Technically you do need to return the key anyway and at this hour… Seojun should be at the office. 

It would be the perfect time to go search yourself. 

So you feed Bam, Tidy up the little things, grab your keys, and make your way to your car.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

The car ride is silent and your stomach starts to ache. For some reason, you want to call Jungkook, but you also know you need to find it quietly and leave. Then you’ll never have to go back there. 

You’ll never have to be in a space that makes your skin crawl again. 

This is the last time.

This is the last time and you can do it because you’re going there for something that is rightfully yours. 

Nothing else. 

You finally arrive at your destination, You don’t see Seojun’s car which is a good thing and you don’t plan on being here long either. 

You can do this. 

So you approach the door to your old building. Your code still works too. 

“Here goes.” You say to yourself as you finally step into the elevator. 

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As you turn the key and step foot into your old apartment. You remove your shoes by the door and take a step forward into the living room. 

Weird… The picture should have been on the coffee table if it wasn’t in your room. 

So you go search there too.

After thirty minutes of damn near flipping the apartment upside down, you decide to check Seojun’s drawer when a voice stops you in your tracks. Burning your ears as you hear the footsteps get closer.

“Want to tell me why you’ve been avoiding me like the plague?”

No, you don’t. But you turn around to look at the disappointment that won’t stop demanding answers. You’re not even together anymore. 

You’re met with a super smug Seojun. He looks like hell.

Good.  you think to yourself. 

“Seojun cut the bullshit, it’s been how many days and you called what 3 times?” You say crossing your arms over your chest. 

“I mean I’ve been worried sick. I knew you’d come back for something though. Jimin couldn’t find everything right?” He says waving the picture you’ve been looking for all day in his hand.

“Give me that. Now.” You say, words becoming serious. 

“Answer my question first baby.” He smiles but it’s condescending. 

He’s such a piece of shit. 

“I’m not your fucking baby. I want my photo. You know exactly what it means to me. So stop and give it to me.”

“What? Gonna call your brother or that new boy toy of yours. You think I don’t know. How long were you fucking before you decided to move out?”

“I said no more questions. Give me my damn photo.” you’re better than this. Better than him. 

“Need Jimin to answer that for you? Treating your brother like a lapdog. Make him run your errands., confront your problems. You’re telling me to cut the bullshit, what about you?”

That’s enough. You’re not here to play his game. 

“ You want answers? Fucking fine. I didn’t sleep with Jungkook at all while I was with you, because I’m not a piece of shit like you."

your tone has changed tremendously. From trying to be cordial to full-blown irritation. 

“I’m a piece of shit? No. You are. Why did you have your brother come to break up with me for you? That’s the only reason I knew you were okay. That and fucking Jungkook’s social media story of him you and bam. I thought I told you to stop going over there."

He’s talking like he made you. Like he has control…

The audacity. 

“My brother didn’t come to do shit! I hang out with whomever I want, You’re not my boyfriend anymore! There. Happy I’ve told you? Now fucking move, it’s not like we were even romantic with each other, we didn’t go on dates or spend time. Why are you acting like a bitch because someone doesn’t want you? I’m asking you nicely for something that belongs to me. Please give me my photo”  

If there’s anything Seojun does well- it’s manipulating the situation. 

You don’t want to give in and let him know he’s getting under your skin but at the same time…You have to stand up for yourself. 

“Look at you.  you’re only worked up because Jungkook is in it anyway.” 

He’s such an asshole. 

“You know why I want that picture. Stop it.” You say one last time

The photo in question is one of the last pictures you have of your family together before all the arguing. Times were rough and you remember at twelve years old, not understanding why it all came crashing down so fast.

 Yes, you have your mom still, and she’s a great woman. You would never take that from her…but it’s not the same as someone being there every day and then only seeing them on the weekends - then barely seeing them at all. Words can barely explain how bad the fighting was but if you had to choose a few ways to describe it - always loud, always made you cry, always resorted to you and Jimin taking late night walks- way too young, just to get peace. Often resorted in you asking to stay with the Jeon’s in advance because you knew what you were coming home to. 

When you were younger, It got to the point where Mrs.Jeon just simply gave you a key in case nights were too much. 1 month before Jimin’s 15th birthday- your mom had moved back in with your grandmother ‘just for peace’ and then one day she was getting remarried- She left Jimin and you had to stay with your dad. She stopped visiting as much, her calls were less frequent.  It took a while for you and your mom to get back to having a healthy relationship, and although you guys get along now, it’s not perfect. 

Other people in that picture went out of their way to make you feel like you were a part of something- part of a family. Mr. And Mrs. Jeon never hesitated to take care of you and Jimin. They helped you work through your feelings. Helped you not resent everyone and everything around you. They let you be a kid when they were around. So even though Jungkook is in the picture,  it’s much deeper than him. 

It’s also the last picture you took before your dad passed. He had gotten too sick, and before you knew it- Jimin had to become the man of the house. Your brother worked throughout high school just to make sure you never went without anything, he never wanted his sister to feel less than anyone because of something out of your control. It’s not your fault your mom and dad couldn’t see eye to eye, it’s not your fault your dad got sick, it’s not your fault that you didn’t have things as easy as others- Jimin made sure he did everything he could to make sure you knew, and even if for a slither of a second you weren’t having the greatest day; He would do anything you wanted just to see you smile. So yeah, It’s one of the last pictures before you and Jimin get your innocence stripped away from you, but it contains the people who uplifted you and have always treated you like family as well. It serves as a reminder to treat people kindly while they are here because you never know when you won’t have them anymore. 

-And all this information Seojun knew. You trusted him with it. so his comment wasn’t fair. 

“And you know why I want an answer…” he raises his voice.

“Shut up Seojun. Why are you trying to even hold a picture hostage? Why keep something to have me come back when you know you’re wrong?”

“I’ve never done anything to deserve this. ___ you could have come to me like an adult.”

“ An adult?! Be fucking serious with yourself … you wanna know why I left you?”

“That’s what im asking aren’t I?” 

He keeps acting like you owe it to him. So you give him exactly what he wants.

You step closer. Face to face with the scum of a man you’re grateful you left behind.

“You really are pathetic. A fucking horrible liar.”  The words fly from your mouth with zero hesitancy. 

You uncross your arms and poke him in his chest as you continue. 

“I deserved better. I deserved someone who feels like home and that’s exactly what Jungkook is. Everything you’re not.” You tell him. Not breaking eye contact. It’s your turn to make him feel small. 

“Oh please, you’ll do anything to make people feel bad for you. You enjoy playing the victim. Just admit it.” 

As if he has room? 

“I’m not the one who forgot how to be honest, nor would I have treated you the way you treated me. Shit’s embarrassing. Admit that” you say not moving one bit   

“What are you even talking about_____?”

“You think I didn’t know? You think you’re so fucking smart, don’t you? Let me humble you and make you feel as dumb as you made me look. I have defended every single thing you have ever done to me. Too scared to let people be disappointed in me. In you- because you were also their friend. I have spent countless nights wondering when you were coming home, cutting off people I love because I wanted to try to see you happy…"

He takes a deep breath. Almost as if he was hoping it would make you stop, but You’re not letting up. 

"…You know how annoying it is to stroke that gigantic ass ego of yours? You think you have life figured out and get frustrated when everyone realizes it’s a facade. The only reason I even stayed with you is because I felt bad giving up on you. Proving that you aren't a good person isn’t in my character. You managed to do that all on your own. You were my friend too or did you forget that the moment you got your dick wet with your fucking assistant?!“ The words pour from your mouth, laced with venom. 

You watch his mouth form an O shape and decide he still hasn’t had enough. 

“_____”

“Shut up! You wanna know what else I think? You’ve always been jealous of Jungkook because he has all the love you wish you had organically and not just from me- from everyone. He doesn’t have to pretend to be a good person. He just is. I brought you lunch that day and saw her bent over on your desk. That’s when I chose myself. Not anyone else or you - but my fucking self!” 

Seojun is still wide-eyed, in disbelief like he can’t believe someone is telling him about himself without lying to him.  But that’s not your fault, you’re not his parent, and you’re damn sure not his girlfriend. 

“____ I need to explain. So sit…so I can talk”  He says reaching for your hand, Is he attempting damage control?  Fuck that- he’s still not letting go of your picture. 

You’ve had enough. 

All the weight of your emotions find a place in your hand, as your palm reaches up, Delivering a loud smack across his face.

“I’m not a damn dog first of all. Don’t tell me to sit. Secondly, Don’t fucking touch me! if you haven’t noticed, It’s your turn to be told what to do. As far as Jungkook goes- keep his name out of your mouth. You and I both know that is not a fight you want. And before you start asking me more fucking questions, trying to play guilty. You’re the reason I left you. Even now, you won’t own up to half the shit you have done. You’re a bitch. A fucking terrible excuse for a man. The difference between you and me? I can admit the truth. I knew a while ago I didn’t love you in the way I should, but because I thought you were my friend, I kept trying.”

“You don’t mean that ___ “ he sighs and looks down at his feet

“The fucking nerve you have! Can’t even make eye contact. I don’t care for what you have to say because I’m choosing me over whatever your definition of ‘us’ was, I’m over this damn house, and especially over you!”

“Here…” he says sticking his hand out that holds the photo you’ve been asking about. 

You take it in your hands and look at him one last time in the eye. 

“If you ever try and hold anything of mine, grab me or even contact me again. I’ll make sure you deal with Jungkook since you seem to be more fascinated with him than me.”

It’s a promise - and a threat.

You push past him bumping his shoulder,  making your exit . You mutter one last thing that he happens to catch, deflating his ego one final time. 

“Such a fucking loser.”  You scoff and throw the key to the once-shared apartment on the floor.

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“Your home! I got you dinn-“

Jungkook watches you sit straight on the floor and sees the picture in your hand. His angel looks …defeated. So instead of saying anything he just sits on the floor behind you. Holding you close. While your tears fall

“It’s okay baby. Breathe and talk to me.”  He says softly

“I stood up for myself. These are happy tears” You try and smile at him but he knows you better than that. 

Jungkook has put two and two together but just for clarification, he asks anyway. 

“You went to Seojun’s? Did he hurt you?”

“H-He tried to hold my picture hostage” you confirm. 

Jungkook’s jaw clenches but he knows this isn’t the time to be hostile. You need affection. so he continues stroking your hair and lets you turn your face in his chest as your tears fall. 

“I’m sorry baby.” That is all he can manage to say before he feels his eyes get a little teary as well. Your dad was a great father to you and he knows how much you struggled with his death. He was there for it all. The tears, the pain. As for Jungkook- He still loved you. Even when you didn’t know how to process your emotions. Even if you lashed out at him. He’d never leave nor would he try and use it against you to make you stay.  That’s what real love is. He remembers the day it felt like you got your life back. It’s been a while since he’s seen you look so upset.

He just rocks you back and forth until you calm down and you finally look up and say “Thank you.” 

“You don’t have to thank me for anything baby. I love you. Im always here for you.” He says planting a kiss on your forehead

“That’s exactly why I am saying thank you.” 

Jungkook’s heart feels like it’s beating out of his chest. You’re always so strong and kind. He’s the one who should be thanking you. So he just squeezes you a little tighter.

“Can I ask how it went?” He looks down at you and you exhale. 

You start to ramble on about the encounter. Jungkook keeps his cool but he knows when he lays eyes on Seojun - there won’t be as much conversation as you had with him. 

“I called him a bitch. Should have seen his face!” You say and your tone has a bit more enthusiasm.  Jungkook can’t help but smile. He’s really glad you were able to stand up for yourself. Sad he wasn’t there to kick his ass but nevertheless...

“Sticking up for yourself, that’s my girl.” He says kissing your forehead.

You smile and turn to kiss him fully.

“ I almost forgot to tell you…I love you too.” You say. Locking eyes with him and kissing him once more 

Jungkook scoops you up bridal style.  Making Sure he grabs the family photo too. 

“Let’s get washed up and watch some TV. Yeah?” He asks

“Yeah.” 

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Jungkook showers first then lets you go relax and destress next. 

Once you exit, You notice the picture is placed on the nightstand, on your side of the room.

Then you feel a warm embrace around you. 

“Figured my angel should get to see her angel in the morning. I know he’d be proud of you.” He says kissing the top of your head.

“I hope so… "

You say and smile. 

" …Thank you kookie, for everything.”

“Anytime baby.” He reassures you. 

“You said we would cuddle.” You state, turning to looking him in the eye

Jungkook chuckles. You’re so cute. Just his type, just for him.

“Come here, you big baby.” He says smothering you in kisses, watching you giggle as he pulls you into his arms. 

You’ve said it before and you’ll say it again- you’re really happy to be home and most importantly you’re happy that Jungkook is always here with you. 

A perfect way to end your stressful day...

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[mooodyblue]

can you do cg!austin and little!reader when she regresses out in public and no one knows abt it?

anon i hope u know i love u and ur big brain!! i was literally thinking about writing cg!austin 🥺 he'd be the sweetest caregiver idk. ty soooo much for the request, i hope u enjoy!!!

tired. | cg!austin x little!reader

warnings: little space, age regression, slight angst, anxiety

wc: 1.1k

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you'd mentally prepared yourself for this event for weeks. the moment austin invited you to some a-list event, you were filled with anxiety. you couldn't just say no, it would make austin happy and you obviously didn't want to disappoint him. but this event was the only thing on your mind. nobody knew who you were, you were just someone austin was dating. the thought of being surrounded with people you didn't know, who didn't know you, freaked you out.

"you still up for going tomorrow?" austin asked, getting into bed with you.

"yeah....yeah."

now you're here, standing in front of the mirror and giving yourself a much needed pep talk, trying to calm your nerves before austin could see you. but something was off, you didn't feel right. it was a feeling that you hadn't felt in a long time. however, you had people to impress and to be a great date for austin, so you held back those feelings as much as you could, brushing it off and telling yourself it's just anxiety. austin brushed off his sleeve as he walked into the room, smiling at you. "if i wasn't already dating you, i'd definitely be taking you home tonight."

you cracked a grin and laughed, feeling a bit more at ease. "you picked out a perfect dress."

he walked up to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. "i picked out the perfect girl." he brushed a strand of hair out of your face and gave you a quick kiss. "ready to head out?"

no, you wanted to say but nodded instead, taking his hand as he lead you to the car. once arriving, there were cameras everywhere as he helped you out of the car, making your heart race slightly as he rushed you inside. you refused to leave his side during the entire thing, watching him talk and mingle with coworkers and different directors. he'd occasionally rub your back and talk about how the two of you met which relaxed you a little bit. it wasnt until more people started to talk to you that you felt your chest tighten, still unsure of how to talk to these sort of people. but you kept it together, for austin at least. it's not that anyone was awful towards you or being pushy, but this was still a new setting for you. plus, you were dating austin butler. everyone wanted to know how your relationship came to life.

you'd found yourself in the middle of a conversation with who you didn't realize was a reporter, asking you about austin's exes and what he saw in you. it was too much, your brain struck with self doubts and comparisons to everyone in austin's life. "'m gonna go fix my hair." you lied, whispering in austin's ear. he kissed you before you left, telling you to he wouldn't move from the spot he was in so you could find him easier afterwards.

you rushed into the bathroom, catching your breath and trying to fight back your tears. that feeling from earlier came back, but stronger. you hadn't regressed in awhile. of course, austin knew about you and always took good care of you while you were your headspace. but out of all places to slip, why did it have to be here? it only made you more overwhelmed. you tried to hold back, but you couldn't stop the tears from falling down your cheeks. you just wanted austin. you wanted your favorite plushie and the comfort of your daddy's arms. you also didn't want to ruin's austin night, but there was no way you could continue to talk to these strangers without possibly embarrassing austin. you wiped your cheeks and nose with the back of your hand then washing them before going back out to find austin.

you tugged on his sleeve softly, "austin." no response. you tugged on it again, more panic in your voice. "austin."

he turned to you, noting your tear stained cheeks. "baby? what's going on?"

"um....i..." you couldn't get the words out, fidgeting with one of the rings on your fingers and looking down at the floor.

but austin knew. "okay." he nodded. "let's head home." he said his final goodbyes, taking you back out to the car. thank god everyone with cameras had gone inside, but he let you bury your face in his shoulder as you two walked out just to be safe. he glanced over at you as he pulled out, frowning. "are you...?"

"'m sorry." you cried. "i-i tried. 'm sorry daddy, i-"

"oh, my babygirl..." he gave your hand a soft squeeze. "you have nothing to be sorry for. you should have told me."

you sobbed softly into your hands. this was the slowest car ride of your life. stupid traffic and stupid people with their big fancy cars. everything was stupid. you just wanted to go home. austin wanted to hold you so badly, he kept telling you it was okay and that you'd be home soon. not soon enough! eventually, you subconsciously brought your thumb to your lips, a bad habit of yours that you had while little. austin would tell you off for it over and over again but you still couldn't stop. he looked over at you, "baby-" he pulled your hand back down, setting it back in your lap. "don't do that, it's yucky. remember?"

you whined, opting to bounce your leg up and down instead. austin even opened the glovebox to check for a paci, muttering 'damn.' to himself. he made a mental note to keep one in the car for times like these.

by the time you finally returned home, you were slightly dozing off in the car, austin waking you by opening the car door. "hi," he smiled, unbuckling you and helping you out of the car. "i know you're tired, let's go change first." he brought you in your shared home, immediately tending to you and into your pajamas, even wiping off your makeup and undoing your hair. "what plushie do we want tonight? what are we thinkin'?"

"hmm." you thought, "bunny?"

"bunny it is." he reached for the plush bunny he surprisinged you with last month, getting you in bed and handing it over to you. his heart melted at the sight of you holding it close to your chest. this was definitely needed and he felt bad for allowing you to hold off for so long. austin then changed out of his clothes too, getting ready to join you. "do you still want your paci?" he asked.

you shook your head no, making grabby hands at him. "daddy!" he chuckled and crawled into bed, holding you close to him. "best daddy ever." you muttered against him.

"and you're the best baby i could ever ask for." he went in with his hand, tickling you softly as you let out small giggles, all your worries from earlier disappearing. "sorry for making you go today. you gotta tell me when you aren't feeling good though, promise me?"

"i promise"

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.48 Juggling

She left me without words, and I laid there, breathless, unable to move, and seeing stars. I never felt anything like that before. I didn't know it was even possible to feel that good. Yasmine, however, did not feel as good and crawled off of me with the most exasperated sigh, and I understood why she was so upset me earlier; I didn't last long enough. I thought she may have wanted me to leave, but to my surprise and delight, she wanted me to stay so we could do it again. I couldn't upset her a third time and hoped to be better. Neither of us had dinner, so we ate and watched TV for a little while. Well...the TV was on. I had replays of her breasts bouncing above me, playing in my head on repeat. When she gave me that look, I was ready, heh. The second time was better, thank the Watcher. The third time, she was the one seeing stars.

In the morning, I got up around my normal time, found my clothes, and got dressed. She did everything short of chaining me to the bed to get me to stay, but I needed to get back home to process the night and prepare for dinner with another woman. I didn't say that to her, of course. I told her I had Harvestfest plans and thanked her for a fun night. She didn't give up easily, but eventually she let me go.

On the way home, I was in a fog, replaying the entire night from the pier all the way to Sixam. How was I supposed to have dinner with Chi Chi and her family with that experience on the brain? Would I even be able to stay present? At home, I found Dad sitting in front of the TV, as always. That was the first time I considered him and hoped he had recently woken up and wasn't sitting there all night worrying about me. I didn't exactly have time to give him a heads up.

"Hey, Dad."

"I see you're alright," he said.

"Yeah. I'm good. Sorry I didn't call."

"No worries. After a certain hour, I figured you were, uh...entangled."

Was I ever!

"It happened so fast."

He chuckled.

"It's like that sometimes. So...are you okay? Did you enjoy yourself?"

I plopped next to him, yawning and rubbing my eyes.

"I'm so tired."

Dad grinned at me.

"A very fun night, then."

I snorted.

"Yeah."

Despite how amazing it was, I still could not shake how Yasmine treated me. She embarrassed me, not once, but twice in one night. No matter what her expectations were of me, she didn't have to behave like a child and treat me like an idiot. I hated to think about it, but she wasn't really a nice sim.

"So..." Dad began, again. "This girl... Is this just fun, or are you taking things to the next level?"

"Just fun."

He patted me on the back.

"This is a huge step. I'm proud of you for getting out of your own way."

Dad had a way of making awkward conversations feel like everyday small talk, but how was I supposed to respond to that? Saying "thanks" felt weird, so I changed the subject and prepared for my exit.

"Have you spoken to Eleanor? Chi Chi didn't say when dinner was."

"No, I haven't."

"Alright. I'll find out. I'm gonna take a nap."

"Good idea," he said. "Hey, Luca?"

"Yeah?"

"I know we made it hard for you to trust yourself and others, but I want you to enjoy this time of your life. You'll never be this carefree again, and it would be a shame for you to miss out because of something that's not even related to you. You understand?"

"Yes, Dad."

How did he know? I never told him why I wasn't dating, and the most I ever said was that things were complicated. Then again, he was a very smart dude. And maybe I wasn't as mysterious as I thought. Either way, I appreciated him saying that. If he believed in me, I was one step closer to letting this thing go.

[angellayercake]

The Diary of Cardinal Terzo Five

Cardinal Terzo x Assorted Characters | NSFW | AO3 | Intro | Two | Three | Interlude | Four

Based on this funny little article we start to read about some of Terzo’s creampie adventures in his diary.

disclaimer I know this is the farthest thing from safe sex but let’s pretend in this universe there is a special secret satanic sti and pregnancy protection just for fun

04/06 I do not say lightly that I am an expert in female pleasure. All pleasure really but male pleasure came a bit more instinctively. I have studied hard and worked diligently until I excelled in every area. But sometimes even an expert needs to outsource, especially on special occasions. It was her birthday, the Sister I had strapped to my bed earlier this evening. The sounds she had been making were exquisite and almost entirely drowned out the continuous buzzing of the toy between her legs.It had been a present from her friends, one she had not been particularly excited about. So being the expert I am I offered to show her exactly how to make the most of such a device. Admittedly I usually prefer a more hands on approach to pleasure but there were times when watching and waiting holds as much appeal. Part of the toy was vibrating inside her pressing into her sweet spot so perfectly every time the overwhelming pleasure made her writhe. The other part of the toy was against her clit, the rhythmic pulses pushing her closer and closer to her orgasm. She was leaking down her thighs, so wet I couldn't wait  to have my turn inside her but I just had to wait a little bit longer, wait for the little toy to do its job and tip her over into oblivion. She hit her peak, her moans reaching a crescendo as her body arched off the bed. I switched it off, giving her a rest before I reminded her what I could do. Creampie count: 292

11/06 Wine and cheese picnics are a favourite pastime of mine but especially with the company of Jill while watching the sunset. To the north of the Abbey there is a hill with a view across the whole town. A small copse of trees shelters you from the worst of the wind so here I like to come. We had sampled all the wine and eaten our fill of cheese but we were not ready for our evening to end. The dusk light and maybe slightly too much wine gave her skin a rosy glow and I found myself hungry for only what she could give me. I pulled her into my lap as I reclined back on the blanket. Tasting her wine sweetened lips was lovely but still not enough. Reaching under her habit I discovered she had left her underwear back at the Abbey so it was little effort to move myself beneath her so I could sample the meal I was craving. Oh how I adore the taste of an aroused woman! There is truly nothing like it and her tangy sweetness paired so well with the wine I had just finished. Her soft sighs and quiet moans harmonised with the evening birdsong until she was grinding and cumming on my face. I had thought that perhaps our evening would come to an end there but she was not yet satisfied, freeing and then impaling herself on my hard cock, her slow grinding hips bringing us to completion together as she tasted herself on my lips. Creampie count: 309

01/12 While we don't strictly celebrate Christmas within the Ministry, festivities and celebrations are not unheard of at this time of year. Which of course meant parties, and parties meant new outfits. Being at the Abbey meant a trip to my usual tailor was not possible, but after a little digging I discovered there was a Sister under my nose who was very very good with her hands,and she could sew as well. Joking aside, she was an incredible talent and although I always believe I cut a dashing figure in her creations I was often left speechless. The extravagant fabrics clinging in all the best places, deliberate stitching barely visible but transforming and accentuating the shape of me. It was magic and I never tire of watching it come together. It would be easy to assume then that the final fitting  was my favourite interaction with this dear Sister, but no. My favourite was always the measuring. Was it necessary at the beginning of every creation? Probably not, but neither of us ever said so. There is something so sensual about her drawing her measuring tape across my bare skin, always bare (and I mean no underwear too, it would be a crime for any layers to distort the cut of the garments of course.) She gets so lost in her work, in the accuracy and detail needed but when she is finished? Well then I demonstrated to her my deep appreciation for her talents. Creampie count: 612

[gamingdestroyedmylife]

The cold heart (Pierro x Tsaritsa)

This story might contain spoilers. If you don't like it, don't read it. Enjoy the first chapter of The Cold Heart (Pierro X Tsaritsa)

Chapter 1

The Tsaritsa stared at the chessboard in front of her. Once again, he invited her to a game. A game she couldn't say no to. Every few years he took it into his head to talk to her. She didn't really understand why, but she didn't want to start more problems. After all, she had already made sure that he had given up his gnosis. She smiled slightly at the thought that she was getting closer and closer to her goal. She took a pawn and continued to place it. In his eyes she could observe him thinking. Behind her, her closest follower moved. He had insisted on accompanying her. Just as he did every single time. Morax also made his next move and then looked at her, waiting.

"Do you have any other plans that I'm involved in?" he asked her casually, she didn't look at him. He wouldn't see it anyway. She wore a mask, as did some of the other Fatui. Hers covered her eyes and nose, leaving only her mouth exposed, which she twisted into a slight smile. "Who would know?" He sighed. "Of course you wouldn't tell me in advance, but just before you're going to carry out your plan." She nodded slightly. He'd known her for a while and knew what made her tick about some things. Why he hadn't stopped her yet was still a mystery to her. She suspected that a red-haired young man might possibly play a role, but she couldn't be sure. Morax always had an eye for beautiful things. They played on for a while, talking a little. She hoped the time would go by faster. She wanted to get home before it got dark. Darkness was something she couldn't stand. The darkness oppressed her. The reason for it was not quite clear to her herself.

"I think we'll go now" she said, smoothing her clothes as she stood up. Pierro stepped closer to her, not taking his eyes off Morax. He didn't trust most people and certainly not the other gods. "If you want to go already, I won't stop you, but we should meet earlier next time. There is always far too much time between our visits" He also stood up to escort her to the door. They left the small estate between the mountains. Years ago Morax had asked her to give him a small place in her kingdom and she just couldn't refuse his request. She hated it when people tried to take advantage of her soft side. One of the many reasons why her heart grew cold.

Pierro walked silently beside her as they made their way back to the palace. They used secret paths that no one but the residents knew about and were back after a good while. Just in time, because not much later the sun set, plunging the world outside into darkness. She said goodbye to Pierro and went to her rooms. She kept staring at herself in the reflections on the way. She already looked different than before. That Morax hadn't pushed her off and wanted to fight her was still a mystery to her. She undressed and went into her bathroom. She ran a bath and thought. What would she do next? She had to be careful. Since the Traveler was moving freely in the world, it became a danger. Her Fatui had to move more carefully as well. Otherwise, her entire operation would be rendered moot. Tomorrow she would schedule a meeting and discuss new procedures. She dragged herself out of the water and prepared for her bed. Tired. She was so infinitely tired. She tried to sleep and managed to slip quickly into the land of dreams.

Unfortunately, her sleep did not last long. She had bad dreams again. Dreams about which she could not tell anyone. She sat up and stared into the darkness in front of her, breathing heavily. She heard her door open quietly and then close again. Quietly he slipped across the room and lay down with her under the blanket. the blanket. She didn't hesitate and leaned against him. He did not know what was what was going on with her, but there was something reassuring about his presence. Tsaritsa knew that she looked weak when she approached him like that. However, she did not did not care.

Pierro stroked the Tsaritsa through her hair until she calmed down. He knew that she was reluctant to be touched like that, but she needed someone to take care of her when she was feeling bad. to take care of her when she was unwell. He did not even want to imagine how the other Harbringers would react to such a situation. No he was the best choice for this. For her. Always. He continued to stare at her. When she had calmed down, she quickly fell asleep. He wondered how long she could keep up the facade. Her power was waning and she would break under the pressure. break. He had to think of a solution. It would be best to have one tomorrow, he thought to himself. He would think of something.

Tomorrow.

[drowning-inmysleep]

cruel angels requiem

"He was a good friend of mine, He died. Why write about him now? Gotta honor him somehow." June 11th, 2023 I received three calls in a row from my dad while I was at work. His father, my grandfather, has been sick for the past year and it's been progressively getting worse. Once I noticed the missed call I stepped outside to call him back, fearing my grandfather's condition had worsened. He picked up and I asked him frantically "Are you okay? What's going on?" he told me his phone has been having issues lately and he must of accidentally called me. I ask him again if anything was going on, and to that he said no. We continued our conversation like usual, me making jokes at the way his phone made his voice sound, and ended the call as I went back into work.

I was relieved what I feared/felt in my heart wasn't true but still couldn't shake the feeling that someday soon my grandfather will pass and I won't ever hear him call me baby and kiss my head when I hugged him goodbye again.

It was a long shift, about 10 hours, I got home late. I worked on finishing my project for school, was confirmed that I passed the course and spent the rest of the night drinking modelos and playing Diablo 4 in celebration. That night (last night) when I went to sleep I remembered the call I had with my dad, thought a lot about my grandpa and fell asleep. I had a lucid dream again, in which I was at my grandparents house watching a movie with them. My grandma was in the kitchen, leaving me and my grandpa alone in the living room. He looked at me and asked if I remembered the movie we were watching, I did but not enough to fully recall. He told me "this was that movie me and your grandma rented when you were a kid, the one that scared you so bad you had to sleep in bed with us!" and laughed, I laughed too. We must of watched the entire movie in that dream, and when it was over he looked at me and said "You know I'll always love you, right?". I didn't know why he was telling me this out of the blue, but then in the dream I remembered the call I had from my dad (in real life) the day before. I told him I loved him too, and that I was sorry I wasn't around as much the past few years. He told me not to worry about that, and said he's always asking about me. My grandma (from the kitchen) joined in and said the same thing, that he always asked about me. I woke up after that, and went about my day. I have dreams like this often and didn't think too much of it, though I remembered my sister calling me in the dream, which is what woke me up. Around 2:00pm my sister called me three times, I missed them, and she texted me "Please call me back". I called her back, she'd informed me that my grandfather had passed away. I didn't cry when I talked to her, maybe because she was crying so much. That's how it always is, I never cry when I talk to my sister, because it'll make her cry even more. We talked for awhile, she told me that his condition suddenly worsened this weekend. This morning he was in critical condition, and my father and aunt came over to take him to the hospital. He died a few hours later. I still didn't cry, but once she passed the phone to my mom I broke down.

I've spent the entire day talking to my family over the phone, since I live a few states away and it's all I can do for now. I've heard them all cry, and all tell me how much my grandfather loved me, and how much he'd ask about me. They told me he was proud of me, and I knew that.

I'm writing this during my final class for school, this is my way of processing and understanding where I'm at mentally. I have severe issues with disassociation, and felt myself falling into that earlier today. Whenever this issue first cropped up in my life, I was 14 and that's also when the lucid-drowning-dreams began. Whenever I have lucid dreams it's almost like a warning to me that something is about to shift.

When I spoke to my father, he told me he and my brother also had a feeling in the pit of their stomach this weekend. That something was about to happen, that our grandfather would pass.

I have so much to say about him, and so many moments in which he was there for me when no one else could be. He was a very sweet man, with rough hands and tough/large exterior. The type of guy that you might be intimidated to speak to, but once you do He had been to prison a few times, and was involved in organized crime up until my youngest aunt was born. There are lots of stories in which my dad or one of my aunts recalls him coming home late at night, with blood on his hands and shoes.

I don't know the specifics of what he was involved in, but if I had to guess it was probably cargo theft / redistribution. He stopped being immediately involved and started a construction company whenever my brother was born, his first grandchild.

My family comes from a rough industrial Midwest neighborhood called Spanish Lake, in Missouri. Known as one of the top ranked "Dying communities in the United States", Spanish Lake was blighted by institutionalized and commercialized racism. My parents talk about when the first black family moved into Spanish Lake, and how white residents would burn crosses on their lawn. I have 3 aunts, Tricia, Kristen and Bianca. Bianca is not related by blood, but is my aunt Kristen's (Aunt KK) childhood bestfriend. Bianca was black, and the second or third black family to move into Spanish Lake. When she was a teenager and hanging around my aunt KK a lot, her father and her had issues. He was physically abusive to the point that my entire family knew, the night Bianca fought back he hurt her so bad that she had to go to the ER, and he then told her she was disowned and not allowed to return. Bianca then went to my dad's teenage house, and upon learning what happened my grandfather took Bianca in as his own. Her father came to the house a few days later to apologize, my grandfather let him in and kept watch on the situation. Bianca told him that she would not return, and that my grandparents would be taking care of her from that point on. In response to that he got up and began to yell, and get violent. My grandfather came out of the kitchen and took him outside. He told KK and Bianca to get to their room and lock the doors. Apparently my grandfather tried to talk him down, to which Bianca's father said that Bianca was no longer his daughter. My grandfather knocked him out and dragged him off the property, waited for him to wakeup before telling him never to come near her again. from that point on Bianca was my dad and aunts sister, she and KK loved taking care of me when I was a baby.

Bianca loved my grandfather, would call him dad sometimes, but mostly called him Johnny. Her father never returned. When I was a child I had a lot of difficult with anxiety, and would skip school often. Half the time my Grandpa would pick me up once the principals called my parents, since he knew the route I had to take to walk home. Everytime he'd pick me up, ask me how I was doing, and drive me home. He never got mad at me or punished me for this, just made sure I got home safe and was okay. A few years after that I had fallen into a deeper bout of anxiety/matured depression, and I tried to kill myself multiple times. The first time my dad found me, the second time my brother found me, the third time my grandfather found me. The third time, my grandfather was tipped off by my sister that I'd been making her worry and was locked in the bathroom. I won't go into the details of the process, but she kept trying to get me to leave and I wouldn't. She was screaming and crying, and eventually I heard the front door open. I heard heavy footsteps come down the stairs, walk up to the bathroom door. In a instant the locked door was broken open, my grandfather rushing in. He said "oh my god, baby!" when he saw me, picked me up and put me over his shoulder and took me outside, telling my sister to stay inside and lock the door. I was so scared, he'd never shown any anger or violence towards me but if he did then, I wouldn't of been surprised. He didn't put me down, I was 17 years old at the time and 5"8. He was in his 60s, and held me so tight off the ground while he pet the back of my head and repeated "oh my god Alex". He kissed the side of my head over and over again, and told me we were going to the hospital. I immediately felt the deepest sense of regret I've ever felt in my life, as my grandfather cried and told me "There is no way in this life that you will die before me". It's hard to talk about the details of this, but I had told him I was tired of taking medicine for depression and anxiety all the time and I wanted to quit everything. I told him I needed something to hold onto, and all he said back was "hold onto this" and held out his hand. After that day I never again attempted suicide, I was put in a hospital for a month and a half, my grandfather visited multiple times a week. The first time he did, he gave me an envelope and said it was from him and my father. There were two letters inside, one written by my grandfather and another by my father. They were heartfelt, multi paged letters saying all the things that were too hard to in person I assume. My grandfather's letter was where he told me about his criminal background, and how dark the world had seemed until he met my grandmother Pam, and until he saw the faces of his children. He told me thought about suicide too. Most importantly he finished the letter saying "I will always love you, I do not feel any anger or disappointment in you at all for this." He said when he saw me he knew I'd be trouble, but that I'd be loved and favorited by my family. And that was true, I was a problem child, had a lot of issues up until I moved out/got kicked out, but at the same time everyone in my family loved me very much. My grandparents and my aunts would fight over watching me and taking care of me. I spent a lot of time at my grandparents house. If my grandfather wouldn't of broken that door down I don't know if I'd be writing this out now. I know both of those stories are harrowing examples of the love he showed me and everyone in his life, but at the same time that's who he is. He's someone that's been through so many problems and scenarios, yet he handled all of them and put his family before himself.

I remember when I was 10 I got a guitar for my birthday, and I'd never played but he told me to plug it in and play. I did for a few hours and he sat there watching me, even though it probably sounded horrible.

The last time I saw him he asked me about how music was going and I told him it was alright, and that I was in town to play a show with my friends. He asked if I got paid for it and I told him yeah, I get paid pretty handsomely. He told me how proud he was and how great that is, saying he knew it's what I always wanted.

Seeing him these last two times was really hard, he was a decayed version of himself and was very weak. Still a large, imposing figure, but one with a fragile shell. I ate dinner with him and my Grandma. Me and my Grandma went outside to smoke cigarettes', and during she told me how scared she was of him passing away. She told me he was her world, that he'd been with her for 50 years.

I was sad to see my grandma like this, however I decided to speak to her like anyone would. We had a very real conversation about all of it, and while it was sad, I was happy to speak with her in a way that proved I had grown up, and different from the kid my grandpa found in the bathroom.

today I spoke with her and she told me "Your grandfather loved you so much baby, he was always asking about you. You know he always loved you right? He was so proud of you."

I cried harder than I did all day, and typing this out I'm crying again.

I think i'm a lot like my grandfather, from toughness / roughness around the edges, to not being afraid to show love to those around us. A few years back at a family get together my grandfather was asking me about my new tattoos. I showed him a cross I'd poked into myself on my finger, he pulled out his hand (The one he 'gave' to me in the story above) and showed me he had the same cross tattooed on the same finger. He'd done it himself as well, in prison. My dad's family always calls me baby. They call everyone that, it's something that's seeped into the way I speak. They're the type to kiss the side of your head when they say goodbye.

When I think about showing love or speaking to the ones I love, I think about how my grandfather would talk to me.

today I'm remembering the last time I saw him, two weeks ago. he hugged me tighter than he had in a long time, kissed my head, said "I love you baby you come back soon", and I left.

[remidyal]

Blood Snippet - Vampire Adaine PoV

This was requested by @tangerineblasttheintern, who asked for an Adaine PoV from Blood while she was with the vampires who bought her off her parents before her rescue. Happy birthday!

Adaine woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom, completely lightless, a soreness over her neck and shoulders and really her entire body. She squinted around, able to dimly see despite the lack of light. After a couple of minutes, she slid off the bed she'd been on top of, the ice-cold silk sheets rubbing against her skin. She landed on her feet quietly, glancing around. Black curtains were nailed tightly over the windows, and a dresser sat near the door.

She couldn't remember how she got here. The last thing she remembered, she'd been in the drawing room at home and… There had been guests. Creepy ones.

It wasn't a good sign that she had no idea where she was, after that, she was pretty certain as she creeped as silently as she could towards the door. Wherever she was, it would be best to go to the police, or try to figure SOMETHING out. Not to stay here, certainly.

Given that it was the middle of the summer, this place was far too cold. Adaine rubbed her hands together as she reached the door, moving to slowly turn the knob. Which was locked, from the other side. Because of course it was. She sighed to herself, and then and only then did she notice that she hadn't yet taken a breath since she'd woken up, her eyes going wide and hands over her mouth. Now that she thought about it, she did breath in and out, but she'd been up for like five minutes without.

The door opened, the human man from earlier standing on the other side, candlelight filling the hallway behind him, his voice nearly as formal and stiff as Father's usually was. "Ah. You've risen at last, child."

"What the hell is going on? I'm going home, let me out of here." She demanded, clenching her fists. In spite of the time that seemed to have passed, it evidently hadn't been very restful - she could still feel the drain of the ray of sickness that he had shrugged off earlier. She could manage maybe one more, if she saw an opportunity to run.

"You are home, child. And to leave now would be folly; dawn approaches. Perhaps I should explain? My companions and I have recently lost some… dear and powerful friends. Alas, they will not be returning, and so we sought to start the process of replacing them. Beginning with you, though I'm starting to think perhaps we should have held out for your sister after all." He frowned down at her.

Probably because at the mention of that she had flung the second ray of sickness; it had been equally as effective as the first.

Trying to pretend that hadn't just happened, she ducked past him, heading out and down some stairs, looking for the front door.

"Where are you going, child? Are you not listening to me? Have you not been raised to respect and obey your elders? We chose a high elf child for our new wizard because they are frequently already tought these lessons, but we can teach it again if you force us."

"Oh, fuck off!" She said, turning around and extending two middle fingers out.

"No. A demonstration, then. Sit down at the kitchen table and make no further noise until sunset." He said, gazing upon her.

And, no matter how she tried to direct her body or fight it off, she stepped through hallways she did not know, finding her way flawlessly into a kitchen with no appliances but with a number of cages with animals inside, all of them cringing to the back of their cages as she passed. She tugged a chair out, sat, and tried to make herself do anything else other than wait.

The other three in the house went in and out of the room through the day, one of them seeming to check on her and tugging at her eyelids, and yet still she could do nothing, could not move, could not resist in the slightest.

Finally, at what she could somehow tell was sunset even though she could not see any sunlight at any point, she felt her body relax and was at last able to tap her feet onto the ground, even as the three entered the kitchen, the man at the lead. He started opening one of the cages, rattling it and then coming out with what looked like a stray cat, half-mad with starvation.

"…I trust that you will behave, now. Let us show you how to feed."

The stay did not improve from there.

[dragon-in-the-watery-bowl]

Querencia

Some more Ghost AU stuff on THH's Chapter 2

The first thing that was on his mind after he woke up was Mondo and Kiyotaka.

And if they were ok.

Thanks to having woken up slightly earlier than usual, he first ran towards the sauna, letting out a sigh of relief at not finding them unconscious, or dead, from the heat inside it.

But the sauna being empty wasn't enough to soothe his worries of them getting hurt, so he went running to the dining room, to see if the others knew where they were.

Only to find them together, laughing heartily, like if they didn't spent last night arguing with each other and almost killing themselves in a endurance contest.

Somehow, in the period of time in between him leaving them in the sauna and the break of dawn, something in the sauna made their personalities do a full 180 into becoming the bestest of friends.

He was happy for them finally leaving their differences aside, but his newfound friendship was too saccharine for everyone else, making the breakfast meeting absolutely unbearable for everyone except them.

Once he finished his breakfast, he ran back to his room, already planning on keeping his distance from those two, when he heard someone ringing his room's doorbell.

It was Toko.

And she was asking him to go to the library.

---

He was glad for Makoto to leave the dining room when he did it.

Because Mondo and Kiyotaka's new 'buddy-buddy' relationship was starting to getting on his nerves.

The entire thing just felt like a more obnoxious version of the friendships that some of the, now long dead, male members of class 79 once had, before he and Akane used them as guinea pigs for the killing game Junko sent them to cause.

And Toko dragging Makoto to the library just to be her wingman for Byakuya's love left him even more annoyed.

He had noticed that there was something weird about her feelings for him, knowing that they didn't had enough interactions in between the two of them inside the killing game to cause such crazy love, but he put those thoughts aside for the moment.

The only thing he wanted in that moment was pure, unadulterated, silence.

But, once Makoto went back to his room, and started to look at him from his bed, he knew that his wish wasn't going to be fulfilled.

"Hey, Utsuro..." The luckster started talking, turning himself over so that not only he was lying on his side, but also to be able to look at him in the eyes "About the conversation we had yesterday..."

Of course he wanted to talk about that, he couldn't help but to think in annoyance, glaring at him in an attempt to intimidate him into silence.

An attempt that didn't work out, because he just kept talking "It's just that, I couldn't help but to kept thinking about some of the things you told me that day" While the luckster rambled, the only thing that he could think of was for him to shut up already, a wish that, sadly, couldn't be fulfilled now that he's dead "About how nobody 'truly wanted you as a friend', or the fact that you immediately jumped to the conclusion that my desire to be your friend, their friend, was just an attempt to get something out of you..."

Makoto then looked right at him, his eyes full of sadness and pity for him, before he finally revealed his deduction "Did... did those who called themselves 'your friends' only did that because they were just interested on what you could give them back?"

He didn't flinched at him deducing that truth about him from so little, not at all, he just trembled because of the cold, he immediately thought, even though he knew it was a lie.

"I guess that's a 'yes', right?" The luckster said, clearly having noticed the fact that he had flinched, even though he tried to hide it.

The room stood quiet for a moment, neither of them making a noise, until he opened his mouth.

"...yes, but..." He didn't knew what was compelling him to talk, what Makoto had done to him, but, once he started, he just couldn't stop "One day, I ended up meeting a group of people, my..." That word felt like ashes in his mouth, the memories of 'Yuki' connecting and working alongside them forcing inside his brain while he tried to spit it "My classmates, who weren't interested on that. They just wanted to be my friends, but I just... I couldn't let it happen"

Makoto shifted his position on the bed so he could lean onto his elbows, clearly interested on what he had just said.

"Why?"

"I just... I couldn't trust them" And he couldn't let them discover who he truly was, that he wasn't the guy they thought he was.

Makoto lowered his gaze in understanding "Yeah, it makes sense. If I had also spent my entire life being followed by people who were only interested in what I could give them, I would also have issues with trusting those who truly wanted to be my friends to keep their word"

He stood floating in silence, everything that was said in that room in such a short time leaving him in such a vulnerable state that, for a moment, he couldn't help but to feel like he was left all naked for Makoto to see.

It felt absolutely horrible, and he hated every second of it.

His mind was starting to spiral, memories that weren't his and emotions he couldn't recognize invading his brain, only for Makoto's words to cut that distress like a hot knife to butter.

"I... think that this is enough for today" When he looked back at him, he realized that he was now laying down on his stomach, his head laying over his crossed arms "It's probably about to be nighttime, and I'm sure we both need to get some re-"

But, before Makoto was able to finish what he was going to say, the TV screen in the room turned on, playing a message from Junko.

And she wanted everyone to go to the gym.

It was clear that she had become bored once again by the lack of killing between her remaining classmates and had already cooked another motive to put on their heads.

And, when he locked eyes with him, he knew that Makoto was thinking the same.

---

Once the message had finished playing, he left his room and went to the gym.

He was exhausted, processing what Utsuro had told him just minutes before and just wanting to rest in general, but he knew that if he dared to skip this 'meeting', the mastermind would kill him, so he had to go, no matter what he, and the others, wanted.

When he finally arrived, everyone else was already there, waiting for Monokuma to appear, a certain someone more happily than the rest of them.

After being admonished by a furious Aoi because of his eagerness to 'play' the killing game, Byakuya immediately pointed out to them that, even though a week had already went by, no one had came to rescue them, even though something like 15 students of Hope's Peak Academy being trapped inside the building with a murderous mastermind should be something of great importance.

And, with Yasuhiro's comment after that about having heard a noise the night before, he couldn't help but to think about what Utsuro told him all those days ago.

That the building was covered in guns, all of them installed by the mastermind, to make sure no one could ever rescue them from this hell.

And Monokuma immediately appearing after that and starting to babbling about explosions and guns just gave more weight to it.

But the bear wasn't interested on vaguely telling them about how he was killing their rescuers outside the building, he wanted to give them another motive.

This time, it wasn't a video, but a bunch of papers, where their darkest and most embarrassing secrets were written.

He didn't knew how the mastermind had gotten hold of such information, but he immediately grabbed the one with his name on it, and took a peek into the paper, almost not noticing the purple light shining on the corner of his eye from how intensely he was looking at the paper inside.

Only to see that his 'darkest secret' that was written in the paper was about how he was a bed-wetter until he was 10.

Yeah, that was embarrassing and he wouldn't want the entire world to know it, but he wasn't going to kill anyone because of it, as he made it clear to Monokuma.

But the only reaction the mastermind had at it was to feign disappointment at his words and leave the room, leaving them alone with the darned papers on their hands.

Kiyotaka tried to convince everyone to just tell the secrets to each other, to make sure Monokuma couldn't use them against them, but with both a good chunk of their classmates rejecting the idea, and the nighttime announcement playing through the building, they decided to go to sleep and leave that talk for tomorrow.

But, when he was about to enter his room, he felt a hand over his shoulder.

It was Kyoko.

"Can you wait for a moment, Naegi? I want to ask you something. I promise you that it won't take long"

"Ok?" He was pretty confused at why she wanted to talk to him right now, being completely exhausted at both everything that had happened during the day, and Monokuma deciding to throw them another motive to them to make them start killing each other again, but he let her continue.

Which she did "When we started talking about the conspicuous lack of outside help even with all the days we spent trapped inside this building, i noticed that your expression grew thoughtful and worried, with Hagakure and the mastermind's comments about noises and 'explosions' just making that worry become more noticeable on your face..."

She then looked right at his eyes, making him feel like a bug that was being studied under a microscope "I want to hear what you deduced from all that"

"W-well..." He couldn't help but to let his voice tremble for a moment, being absolutely uncomfortable with her unbroken gaze "I just thought that, with all the security that they put to keep us trapped here, that, maybe, they also put something outside to make sure no one on the outside could get us out either"

She put her hand under her chin, in deep thought, before answering him "It makes sense, the one behind this demented 'game' clearly wants us to play it no matter what, so keeping outside help away from us would have been seen as a necessity"

She then turned her around, ready to go to her room "Thank you for telling me this. Goodnight, Naegi"

And like that, she left, leaving him alone in the hallway before he too went to his room.

Once he was inside, he immediately threw the envelope on the floor and threw himself onto the bed. With everything that had happened in that day, he was tired and only wanted to go to sleep.

With the ultimatum that Monokuma gave them, they would have time to discuss about this new motive the next day by the morning, so he, and the others, rested easy that night.

Completely unaware that that decision was the wrong one to make.

[taeminscoconuthead]

Hii! What do I say what do I say- let me just write a reaaaally bad like porn thing rn

*Prologue I think*

Jonghyun was a beautiful person. But, you know what? He's even more beautiful while jerking off. And he knows that. So that's why he decided to record it.

Of course, he can't upload it. But what he can do, is rewatching until he's tired of it. And then, he could just make a new one. No way he'll ever share it to anyone, though. His entire carreer would be done, and- whatever. He doesn't care about technical stuff now. Not when he's watching the video for the upteenth time.

*A while ago*

He was sitting on his bed, on white sheets, while wearing nothing but an untied rope and a headband. He quickly took the latter thing off, though, because he found it just a tad too sweaty wearing it. His dick was on full display.

"Hi! How is everyone doing?" he asked to no one in particular. Well, to the camera that stood next to him. Recording, and sending the video right to the laptop on his desk. He could see himself, like on the camera when entering a store. He grinned, checked himself and well, couldn't help to grow even harder.

'Even?' you may ask. Because that means he was hard already. Fair enough.

He showed the answer to that question by turning around and showing his pretty, naked butt to the camera, revealing a cute, bunny-tailed butt plug. "Cute, isn't it?" he chuckled, and turned around to show his face (and dick) again. "I've had it in for, how long? I think..." He pretended to think. He knew exactly how long he'd had it in. He just liked to pretend to think. He looked cute while doing so.

"... half a day." He looked into the camera, wuite proud. It was true. And he hadn't cummed yet. He just loved the self control he had. Now, though. Now he was going to make himself cum. The thought made him grow harder. He wasn't completely hard yet, so he stroked himself until he was. Slightly exaggerating the small, little grunts that came from his mouth, he bit his lip. He slowly took the plug out and waited a second. Then, he showed something else to the camera. A pink-blue, ice cream-shaped vibrator. "Look at this! Isn't it cute?" he laughed softly. "It's going to make me feel so good~"

He slowly inserted it in his hole. He felt it clench, and let out a whiny moan. He wanted to just shove it in, but he didn't. Again, he loved the self control he had. When it was fully in (finally), he turned it on. A series of moans left his mouth, and then was when he lost his self control. He'd been being with the plug in his ass for so long, and now... he just wanted to cum. So he started stroking his length. First, attempting to control himself by stroking slowly, but failing to do so in just one second.

"Agh, I- ah, I want to- ah, to cum-" he panted, the sudden pleasure being... sudden. "Fuck, so, ah, good, so-"

He finished earlier than he thought he would. The tingle in the bottom of his stomach turned into an explosion of the heat that had been building up. The cum was practically everywhere. On his rope, his stomach and even on his face. On the white sheets, and even some on the floor.

A smile decorated his features as he looked up to the camera. "Hope you enjoyed! At least I did."

Goddamn- not in no nut november!

Nah just playing but I like it! Do you make fanfics often? I hope you do since you’re pretty good!

Also, you can write whatever you want and it’s really up to you! 🥰