#gorgeous readhead

[laurettelarue]

Smolbacons

not me

[evilkaeya]

au where chuuya never joins pm, he's saved by lippmann and starts working under him as a successful actor slash model and skk has the most insane meet cute ever (guns blaring, people dying, organizations clashing, their eyes meet for a second before chuuya is pulled away by his bodyguards and dazai has to give orders to his subordinates)

[milfism-blog]

“Sarò La Tua Bambina Di San Valentino”

“I will be your Valentine baby girl”

Summary: While on vacation in Sicily, you ran into a hot readhead. What might happen when a bolt of electricity will go through both of you? Will this relationship only last at the resort? Is it just Melissa's first sexual experiment or the unexpected beginning of a blissful relationship? You should probably find out…

Warning: Comphet, Melissa being confused over her sexuality, mention of Gerry, a little bit of angst, fluff, smutty, explicit content. Read at your own risk!

Word Count: 5,3k

Author's note: It is my first smutty fic! Feedback is always appreciated! Have fun reading!

02.01.2023. Sicily, Palermo

You went on your first trip to Italy, Palermo specifically. You heard a lot about the beautiful city and of course the food. So in one click you booked tickets and of course a luxurious hotel. In addition, you lately noticed you have a type for confident Italian women so you planned to go all crazy for the trip. It was your vacation after all. No one knows who you are there and you can do anything without worrying about your work colleagues making videos and making fun of you later. You were already embarrassed at the working New years party with your co-workers. You are like a big family of best friends and of course, you all were drunk and made a lot of stupid decisions. Explicitly flirting with an older Italian woman you met in a club that night. Even though it was one  month ago. Your friends are still making fun of you. 

Actually screaming: “Beware milfhunter might steal one of yours moms!”

And if god heard your thoughts about hot Italian women. You saw one in the lobby of a hotel. Bright red hair caught your attention immediately. Dark squared glasses were keeping her hair from covering her beautiful face. Her massive golden earrings were reflecting the warm sun. It took some time for you to take in all her gorgeous curves. She was in a jumpsuit with a deep V neck which caught your attention. You were shamelessly staring at her gorgeous breasts without a bra. Your fantasy was running wild. You would not be surprised if your mouth was open. Without exaggeration, she looked like a goddess with olive skin you wanted to desperately touch and find out how soft it would feel. Is it as soft as it looks? Oh god this is going to be a ride.

You probably were staring for a good amount of time since she noticed and now she was looking straight into your eyes. They were a deep shade of green. You felt like a bolt of electricity went right through both of you. As if she was sending lightning bolts through her gorgeous eyes. And gosh her glare sent chills on your skin. 

The next day you went for breakfast and again you saw her there. She looked even more magnificent than yesterday. The morning sun was giving her olive skin a natural glow. Her deep green eyes were shining a light shade of olive. She had minimum makeup on. Just mascara to highlight her eyes and clear lip gloss. Her lips looked so full, so juicy as the most desired fruit. You wanted to taste them so bad.

When you left your table you went straight to your hotel suite. Unknowingly for you, she has followed you down the staircase. She was quietly observing you. You felt a strong gaze on your backless dress. The chills were back again. When you were about to open the door she pinned you down that hardwood door. You were shocked, to say the least. When you looked at the stronger woman. Her pupils were delayed. Not a single hint of green, only black. You were just staring at her eyes. Your heart was beating so fast as if it was going to jump from your rib cage. You missed the satisfied smirk on the redhead's lips. She was enjoying the power she was having over you. You looked like a lost mouse caught by a cat. So lost,so innocent, so deliciously accessible for her to use you. You tried to move but she pinned you harder. 

“You are not going to escape me, little mouse, now are you? Pretty innocent girl is scared now? Where did all the courage go?” She asked in a mocking tone.

Her voice sent you into a starstruck phase. So raspy, deeply rich voice. Fitted her personality so well. Dominant Italian woman pinning you against your room door, what can be better? 

Your eyes traveled from her beautiful eyes to her deliciously juicy lips. You gave in to the urge to passionately kiss her. And you went for it. Since she pinned your arms you tilt your head and went hard for the kiss. Your lips were desperate to get a taste of her. Her lips were as soft as silk. You couldn't hold the desperate whimper. She tasted like sweet Italian wine. Her delicate lips sent you into a euphoric state. When you took a needy breath closer to a moan. You smelled her sweet yet mucus sent. That you're gonna remember for sure. When you went again so desperately neddy for the taste to bite down her lip. So she would remember the next day who she kissed. And with that, she stopped you.

“No, no little mouse, that's not how deals are made. You are gonna listen to me and do everything I am telling you to do. Understood?” She rasped out.

Your knees buckled at her voice and demanding tone. You were not sure if you could even speak. You just nodded in surender. 

“No, sweet girl, I need to hear your voice.”

“Yes ma`am" You said with a trembling voice. 

“Good girl. Now open the door for me” She said in her deep voice. With a smirk on her face. She knew the effect her voice, her hands were having on you. 

With weak, trembling legs you opened the door. Almost instantly you felt strong arms on your waist. She suggestively walked you down to your bedroom and pushed you on bed. You started to take your clothes down but she stopped your actions. 

“No, bambina, let mommy take down all the clothes. You need to listen closely, baby. I have some rules for you. No touching mommy without asking, you're gonna listen to my instructions and behave.”

Oh if she knew the fire you were feeling all over your sensitive skin. Her delicate yet strong hands were tearing your clothes apart. The warmth from her palms was burning your skin. You already were at the edge since her first glance. You were so eager to please a marvelous stranger. The only thing you wanted her to do is use you so the only thing you will remember will be her title, her taste, her scent, her, only her.

“Come here bambina, let mommy ride your face”

You could not believe your luck, a stunning woman asking you to please her. How can you decline this delightful offer? It felt like a fever dream. She was teasingly slow taking down her clothes. She was purposely swaying her hips as if she was a predator and you were her prey. Her mouse.

She gave your neck a few bites here and there, not even bothering to smooth them. when she glanced at your face. You were totally blissed out. Completely at her mercy. 

She took down her ruined panties and took a seat on your face. Your senses were filled with her significant scent. The first lick was experimental to taste her. Her taste was a little mix of salt and sweetness. It was like blessed nectar. Your warm tongue licked her delicate labia. Her hips rolled at the action. You tried to steady her with your hands, but she slept them away.

“Remember the rules little mouse” she said, sternly.

You liked her again this time with more force. You made it your goal to memorize every curve, moan, whimper, curse. You wanted to drink her nectar, you're gonna take anything she is gonna give you. Her mind blowing taste was addictive, you wanted to eat her all. To give her the best orgasm in her life. You were softly nibbling at her sensitive skin. Swirling your tongue on a fragile rose. You gently pecked her clit. She groaned. You suck on it licked it and kiss it. She was slowly losing control. She was whimpering over you. 

“ahh, yes, like this, good girl!” She cried out.

Your tongue went diaper into her core, you were restless. Setting the faster rhythm. To send her over the age sooner. Since the goddess above you forbid you to use your fingers. You decided to challenge her with your skilled tongue. Switching between the suction of her bundle of nerves and going in teasing techniques of her core. Your face was covered in her sweet arousal. You were practically drowning in her scent. juices and moans. 

“Don't tease miele, mommy is going to reward you, ahh like this!”

You find her spongy spot deep in her core. You gave it a few light licks. With these actions, her hips were bucking back. Her moans became louder. She was playing with her full breasts to add more pleasure to her body. Your hands were scratching the olive skin of her thighs. Leaving red marks behind on a warm flesh. Giving more sensations and stimulation. Your tongue was skillfully going up and down her core. Small kisses here and there on her overstimulated clit. With each passing second her hips were swinging, she was trying to escape your experienced tongue. Your hands were clutching her thighs diligently. Every lick, suck, nibble was bringing her faster to the edge. Her breasts were bouncing. Her nipples were screaming for attention, she tried to pinch them in hopes it would make the ache to go away. She tugged on your hair. This action made you groan at the sensation. Long lasting vibrating suck of her clit sent her over the edge. She was desperately moaning. 

“You are such a good girl, little mouse” She praised you in pure bliss.

She fell on your torso. You gently kissed her. Letting her taste her pleasure. She moaned at her taste. You kissed her cheek and went straight down to clean her up with your delicate tongue. You cannot waste the sweet nectar. She whined at the overstimulation. You tenderly lapped the remains of her juices. Firstly on creamy thighs occasionally sucking on the skin. Finishing with a tender kiss right on her clit.

“That was the best orgasm in my life. You did pretty well for a little submissive mouse.” She said truthfully

“Now it is your turn bambina, mommy keeps her promises.” 

With these words she crawled over you. Her usual demeanor is back. She is ready to make you squirm and cry. 

What was supposed to be just a one night stand for both of you became something more, such as regular meetings, mind blowing sex, breakfast together, drinking wine together, deep talks. Simply just enjoying the company of each other. Just two of you against the world. Hell, you even moved in together, if you can call it like that. She was staying in the president lux. Big rooms, personal pool, jacuzzi, amazing balcony where you had the best talks. Her green eyes will haunt you forever. You already were feeling like you were falling in love. But you had to remind yourself, “It is just resort romance, nothing more, at least for her.”

Here comes your last day together on the 14th of February, day of love. But you could not escape the emptiness in your heart. Last day until she will disappear forever…

To your surprise, she ordered fruits and candles to set a romantic atmosphere. When you walked into the room soft jazz music was playing. Melissa walked to you with the bouquet of flowers in hand. You almost cried at the site. This is so sensual, beautiful. No one has ever done this for you. But she did. Maybe she was the one?

This gonna be one of your core memories. She already stole your heart. The goodbyes are going to be really painful. 

“Are you okay? Hon?” She repeated nervously, trying to figure out what was wrong. You were just staring at her beautiful green orbs. 

“If it is too much I'm so sorry I should not have to make it!” She sounded nervous, almost panicking. 

You whispered, resting the warmth of your hands on her shoulders.  

“I adore this so much! I've never had somebody do this for me. I really appreciate it.” You gave her assurance. caressing her and kissing her on the lips.

That final day gave you the impression of being a married couple right out of the honeymoon stage. She was carrying and completely open with you. You were both extremely delighted and nauseous from it. Tomorrow you will be flying to your home and family in a few hours. But somehow, without her, none of that made sense. Melissa was a tough woman. You figured that out while technically living together. But that specific night she let her guard down for you. And you could see the sadness in her eyes. Especially in the intimate moments when she was feeding you with a strawberry, kissing became more slow and desperate. That night was no power dynamic, just pure love and sensual kisses.

“I'm going to miss you little mouse” She spoke with obvious anguish in her voice as she conveyed her thoughts.  

With these words, you shared a last kiss. You felt like part of you died with you that day…

3 months later 

When you came back home you were in absolute despair. You were missing her so much it was physically hurting you. Everything, absolutely everything was reminding you of her. You were checking your phone every day in hopes of seeing a message or even a call from the redhead. Even your friends were worried for you. You spent the last three months by yourself mostly doing all your job responsibilities from home. You were looking through her pictures you took when she was unaware. Completely without makeup, happy. She was a big softie with you. One time you heard her perfume on the street. You looked like an absolutely lost dog looking for its owner. She was the only owner of your heart. 

Melissa was going through one of the most challenging crises in her life. Her vocation in Palermo completely changed her as a woman and as a person. When she booked the tickets to Italy she hoped she would find a hot young guy to hook up with. That fresh blood and dick will make her forget asshole Gary. That random stranger will make her feel loved and finally, she will cum. Because apparently Gary did not know anything about a woman`s body. He was a clueless idiot and she was simulating her pleasure, he did not notice the change at all. The idiot proposed to her even though they talked a lot about the subject. He just could not or did not want to hear what his woman wanted.  She was so tired of being lonely and sad all the time. Her love life was a wreck. But then you came into her life. Shamelessly staring at her but strangely she liked it. You were different, not like all the men she had been with. All her life she blocked the part of her that was thinking about experimenting with girls. Just the one thought of experimenting with a person of her gender was sending her into a panic. 

But. You.

She was not ready to share with you that you were her first woman she slept with. To be completely honest she thought she was just gonna use you as fulfillment of her needs and that would be it. But the way you were looking at her, so pure, so innocent, so happy. It broke her heart to think that she was just gonna use you so she just gave it a go. “No one is going to find out” she was saying to herself every day. Of course, all her thoughts and behavior were just echoes of the stigma. Liking women at her time was counting as something she should be ashamed of and better work this problem out by marrying a man. So he can cure her.

She managed to hide that “dirty” part of herself.

But then you appeared and showed that being loved by another woman is rather a blessing than a curse. The love was so gentle, understanding, and calming. And after all, nothing bad happened, she did not die on the spot as she was told. None of the bad things she heard were true. And then she saw all the great things about you such as you understood her by just looking right into her eyes, you were gentle and honest with her no one has done this for her. The guys just did not care about her pleasure and her as a person in general. Oh and your soft gentle lips, kind eyes, humor, everything about you…

While she was lost in her thoughts, realization struck her like a frigid wave. She fell in love... Just in two weeks with a mischievous stranger. Firstly she blamed herself for letting her guard down she let herself be emotional, feel emotions, experience emotions. That's what she mastered during her life. Put the guard up, be emotionless and life will be easy. Her exes used to tell her “Why are you acting like a bratty girl, stop being so emotional, jeezz are you on your period again?” So she stopped being emotional at all. But now her well-being was dependent on her happiness, on you. So she decided to break this circle of negative emotions and call you and tell you how she feels about you, and maybe ask you to be her girlfriend. To become hers.

 02.14.2024.

 United States of America, South Philadelphia 

It was Valentine's Day again. You felt a sense of dejavu reliving all the memories from the past. It took long enough for The Melissa Ann Kathrine Schemmenti to finally ask you out and ask you officially to be her girlfriend. But you didn't mind. You would wait for her as long as needed. She was like your special delicate, sensitive flower, you were a caretaker, you were patient and loving to see her blossom for you. When she did you were stunned by her true colors and personality. There were no masks, facade for both of you. Just pure love. You wanted to make her feel extra special on this day, which was also your anniversary (almost, but nonetheless). And it is going to be your first Valentine's as a couple. So exciting! 

But since you want to make this day special that does not mean you will not tease her. You like to push her buttons and see her reaction. And today was even more thrilling. You bought special lingerie for the occasion. Of course, you like to spoil your girl by buying new lingerie and see her reaction. You created a plan, you went to buy a new undergarments set. To your luck on Valentine's, there are a lot to choose from. One looked specifically spicier than the others, that's what you need! It had heart-shaped cutting on the nipples, with a light pink lace. It gave your breasts amazingly good lift even though this piece did have a push-up effect. To finish the lustful garment there is a cherry red thong with a small heart with a text that says “Eat me”. You put that on, you looked absolutely amazing. Reds and pinks colors were bringing accent to your skin tone, the thong was giving your ass more roundness. Mel would definitely like it. You also found light pink stockings, oh you knew how this look would make Melissa go absolutely crazy over you.

Your mind visited a naughty thought. You took your phone it lit up with the photo of you and your girlfriend laughing in Palermo. Your heart swelled with love. You opened the camera app and began to pose. The first one was you touching your unique bra, using your other hand to cover your nipples a little bit. The other one was you bending down and putting your ass up purposely to give it more roundness. Maybe it was not smart to take these photos and send them to your beloved Melissa during work but just thought about seeing her flustered and a little nervous. The thought of you turning her on was seducing you too much. And of course, you wanted to have fun tonight. In no time you got a response.

La mia dea italiana (my Italian goddess)

“Oh bambina, don't start something you can't finish, but the set look exquisite on you or I rather should say you look exquisite my darling.”

But you know her tough response is a facade. In reality, she is sitting in her classroom in her free period trying to play it cool because right now her mind is getting crazy by just one look at the amazing bra or the thong. You literally set fuel to the fire. But again, you are gonna worry later, or you might enjoy restless Melissa Schemmenti…

The sound of soft Italian jazz music welcomed you when you arrived home. The memories of your last night with the fiery redhead in Italy came flooding back, but now you realize you have plenty of time to spend together. You smiled at the realization that she is yours and you are hers. Hearts tied together. While taking off your boots, you noticed the path made of red petals heading towards your bedroom. And it clicked, Mel was recreating your last night in Italy. The roses, the music. You decided not to waste more time, excited to see what your beautiful girlfriend prepared for you. When you went upstairs there was an envelope with text on it “Open Me”. You eagerly opened it, it had instructions for you. “Hello again my sweet mouse, read closely, take off your clothes, stay only in your new lingerie set, and head upstairs!” 

You rushed out of your clothes, even the nickname “mouse” She definitely was recreating your night. You assumed she wanted to make things right this time? No more sadness, just pure bliss.

You opened the door to your bedroom and your mouth fell open at the view. The gorgeous redhead had a proud smirk on her lips. Evidently pleased with the reaction she got from you. You were too stunned to speak. The smoking hot Melissa Schemmenti had nothing but a pair of dark red lace thong without any bra just her exquisite breasts. Soft creamy skin was calling for you to kiss, caress, lick, touch it. When you looked more closely you noticed that her rosey nipples were covered with chocolate. On the bedside table were strawberries waiting for you to use them, fresh melted chocolate in a bowl was ready for use. You walked down to her as you were enchanted by her breasts. 

“Come here little mouse, I might need your help.” she fake paunted. Her eyes were telling you the other story. They were glistering with lust.

While you were occupied by shamelessly staring at her breasts, she was taking in your form with the new lingerie that you bought for her. She was practically eating you up with her eyes as if you were her prey.

“I figured you might like this il mio dolce tesoro, do not contain your stares. I absolutely love when you look at or touch my amazing tits. I know you love them. It is still vivid in my memory how you were eyeing my girls in that hotel lobby. Absolutely shamelessly, you are such a naughty girl. But I love you for it. My naughty mouse”

You could not believe your luck. Mel prepared all this sweet yet spicy, to be honest overly spicy, and all of this just for you, just for your eyes to see, your tongue to taste, to devour. 

“But we have some rules here, like last time. Rules for my favorite little mouse. First, you are going to address me only as ma`am, mistress, and mommy. Second, you are not allowed to take off my thong, this night is only about my tits and my titis only. Since you were brave enough to tease me during my work hours. You get a challenge if you can make me cum by just using your skilled tongue and hands on my breasts. Today you're gonna make me finish by just eating and admiring my breasts.” 

She announced the rules. Her beautiful green olives are gone in a lustful gaze. You can see how her breathing is erratic. Her eyes are focused on you. Almost silently asking you to start. 

“Yes, mistress” you breathed out. Your thighs are pressing together in need of any sort of friction.  

You sat on her lap. Melissa could feel your ruined underwear on her thighs. While she was streaked with the new sensation of your clothed pussy on her warm inviting thigh. Oh, how you wanted to take a ride... But just one stern look from your beloved Italiano made you behave. You wanted to be her good girl. Melissa, unlike you, could not take the tension any longer she yanked a fistful of your hair. Passionately inviting you for a bruising kiss. You whimpered at the sensation. She was restless. Biting hard on your lip just to slide her dominant tongue into your warm mouth. This action made you unconsciously desperately grind onto her soft creamy thigh.

“Ah, ah little mouse is breaking the rules again” She stated with a sly smirk playing on her puffy lips. 

Still having her hand in your hair she pulled you straight into her tits. You moaned at the action right between delicate skin. Melissa was completely drowning you in her exquisite breasts. You were totally blissed out, your face pressed between her tits. Giving up any sort of control, you give in to the desire to bite down soft flesh. Smoothing down with your warm gentle tongue. Melissa responded with a groan. Her olive skin was covered in shivers. Just from one action. It was no secret for both of you that her breasts were subject of admiration. She also loved them, loved the attention she got from you. Now it was a research question to see how sensitive her breasts are and how many minutes, or hours would it take for you to make her cum?

“Tesoro, do this again!” she groaned out.

You bit her again. Taking the heated bowl with the meted warm chocolate you covered your tits in the steaming liquid. You shivered at the warm tingly sensation. Making your rosey buds harden almost instantly. Mel licked her lips before launching her tender lips and sucking on your right nipple. You let out a cry at the delicious feeling. Of her lips on your nipple softly nibbling on the pointy flesh. Her other hand palmed your left tit. Using her nails to tease the nipple. The sensations were sending you into bliss. Her scent, her warm inviting skin, warmth radiating from her big breasts. You closed your eyes to focus more on the pleasure she was giving you. 

“Agh, mommy, please, bite me again agh, rougher plaeaase” You screamed from the sensations. The pool in your underwear was no help. You became more needy with every passing second.

You practically glazed more chocolate on her inviting breasts. Slowly licking the tender olive skin. You started with the top, kitten licking right breast, gently sucking on the skin around her areola. You were teasing, changing speed between agonizingly slow to faster with your tongue drawing different patterns. One of them was the word “mine”. Caressing the other breast with your nails. Giving a firm quiz here and there. Melissa was getting overwhelmed with feelings. She was so sensitive, everywhere. Firstly her breasts were on fire, pleasantly carried away with your skillful tongue, you sweet words you were drawing with your tongue on her breasts. The warm hand that was palming her left breast was sending light pulsations straight to her pussy. She became so putty in your hands. 

“Like that, good girl, you are doing so great, just suck nipples, they are aching for your experienced tongue” She cried out. Pressing your lips closer to her overstimulated nipples. 

Her praise was making your pussy clench around nothing. You were so happy to please your mistress. So eager to make her cum. Like no other men on this planet will. The sweetness of chocolate was mixing up with the significant taste of your gorgeous girlfriend. Making you want to devour her without mercy. Her fragrance was interacting with a sweet scent of chocolate. Revealing new muscusy notes in the air. Her strawberry lip gloss was like a cherry on top of the sweetness. All your senses were blessed with her gorgeous presence.

Your velvety lips were gently sucking on her exuberant nipples. Redhead responded with a breathy moan. She harshly pressed you into her exquisite breast. Too lost in the moment to care. You started to bite down slowly on the puffy bud. Changing the frequency of suction and biting. Gazing your teeth over a chocolaty-covered nipple adds more dopamine to your system. The taste of skin with sweetness was an amazing combination for your taste buds. Switching to another nipple you bit harder, smoothing harsh sensation with a lapping of your tongue. Taking a break from her nipples made her a whining mess.

“Amore…” Melissa whined out, while squirming her hips.

“Please, do-dont stop” She complained.

You took more strawberries and chocolate. You covered her reddened buds with chocolate and squirted strawberries over her breasts. Not caring where it will lend. As if there is no tomorrow you began to follow down the drops of juice. Making patterns, softly nibbling, and harshly biting down the pinkish flash.

“Tesoro please, I am so, so closeeeee” she was a crying mass. The overstimulation made her brain get foggy. She became more whinny. Desperately trying to get her release. 

You were practically sucking out her buds, areolas, using your tongue to tease, smooth, irritate, and get a reaction from a hot beast. Your delicate hands were palming her puffy tits. Your nails were gazing over and over over sensitive pointed rosy skin. One last suck of your tongue, one lust swirl of your hand on her nipple sends her over to the sweetest release she got from this type of stimulation. Her eyes got lost in the back of her head. Her hips are uncontrollably bucking against nothing. Her hands firmly tugging on your hair, pressing hard into her tits. Her thighs are moving intensively which makes your hips join her rhythm to saddle over her thigh. You were following her movements to make you reach your desired release together. You collapsed in bed. Heavy gasping for air. 

“ Well, well you did pretty good for a little muse, il mio amore” 

With these words, you shared a passionate, loving kiss. And that night you had the best sleep in each other's arms. Melissa finally felt content and loved. She did not regret her decision to start a resort romance. Now she has her girl. Sleeping right beside.

What a Valentines…

[thiels67]

#mia sollis #readhead #beautiful #summer #gorgeous #girls

[beevean]

🔥 Castlevania

I'm not too familiar with the popular opinions but I have a few choices :P

Apparently Super Castlevania IV is the fan favorite among Classicvanias, and I don't really agree? I remember having a very inconsistent difficulty going from super easy to tricky back to easy again. I enjoyed Bloodlines and Adventure ReBirth much more.

HoD's music is starting to seriously grow on me. It's not the best OST in the series by a long shot, but it's unique and worth analyzing. It's a key factor in the very creepy atmosphere of this odd game. The game itself is also fun after the first playthrough - I ended up replaying it from start to finish with a mod that replaces Juste with Maxim lmao, something about it is captivating to me.

PoR is a good game, and I think it got backlash back then because of oversaturation and the (admittedly unappealing) anime style. I thought it was well designed, balanced, and innovative :)

CoTM is not fun at all. There's hard, and then there's being cheap. The castle isn't particularly appealing or well designed either.

OoE was clearly designed to break free of the Igavania formula, but I ended up loving the Igavania part and being utterly bored at the main game. Sorry Shanoa, you're my girl but I don't enjoy walking in a straight line :V

I already wrote a whole rant about how Kojima's style, as gorgeous as it is, was detrimental for the character designs. Speaking of which, readhead Simon was a horrible idea, probably the worst design she came up with.

I don't like Mathias' backstory of losing a wife to illness because it cheapens Lisa's death as well. Also, I really can't feel the pathos of Mathias turning his back on God if he doesn't even appear until the end of the game. I much prefer the older version of him striking a deal with some evil gods. (I also wish they could have kept the backstory of him selling the soul of his own son, that was very messed up)

Juste is a fun character and I wish he wasn't dismissed as "discount Alucard" (for what, the white hair?). He even has a personality beyond "interior decor enthusiast" :P

CoD is the most entertaining Castlevania and more games should have taken the same Yakuza-esque approach of taking themselves ultra seriously until they go balls to the walls :P also I am utterly in love with its lore and I resent how the main game barely takes advantage of that.

and this is specifically directed to the netflixvania crowd: alucard and isaac aren't even that hot. alucard's face is uncanny and isaac looks generic as hell, like a pucci stripped down of what made him unique. c'mon guys.

[blackcatmodeling]

Brittanie! @b_londyn_gvl #blackcatmodeling #FlashbackFriday #Xmas #Center #ReadHead #Model #Modeling #Sexy #Present #Gorgeous (at Greer, South Carolina) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5u-Sm4n6pA/?igshid=5oeo2y1p7oc9

[sweaterpastel]

Madelaine Petsch behind the scenes of RD season 1 by Cole Sprouse

[seriously-susan-blog]

BELLA THORNE IS BEAUTIFUL

[crisis-core-madness]

okay so not a quote but,,, I was in a call with Zack yesterday and I ended up learning that Square actually did a pretty genius job when picking Sephiroth's name. The word itself has a religious meaning, but even when you split it apart it actually has a meaning that still rings true for the character.

"sephos" is a greek word that means "pretty" or "beauty." In crisis core in-game people will not stop talking about how gorgeous he is, and even elsewhere his beauty is often mentioned. "roth" is a German surname. While it's most common use is a nickname for readheads, another meaning it has is "renown," meaning fame.

so, if we put that all together it means "pretty and famous." i feel this works best in the context of crisis core, where seph was seen as a celebrity to children rather than a rampaging, world-destroying diety.

-Soldier 1st Class Sephiroth

[writerinnight]

Oh! An imagine for George Weasley! A snowed in day or something soft, warm, and romantic?

Warm with you (George Weasley)

A/N: thank you so much for your request! I loved this idea! (I’ll keep working on the other requests as well thanks for sending them!) hope you like it!

Pairing: George Weasley x female!reader

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The snow hit roughly the castle and Hogwarts was colder than ever at this time of the year, the chimneys where on, the gigantic trees Hagrid had brought inside were beautifully decorated and already in the great hall making it look more wonderful, outside the castle the only color anyone could see was white and the best was that the Christmas break was near making everyone excited about it.

(Y/N) woke up not really in the best mood, she didn’t like the cold at all, it made her uncomfortable having to put on so many layers of clothes making her feel like she couldn’t move at all trying to keep the heat of her body. She went downstairs to the great hall yawning, other reason she didn’t really liked the cold weather was because it made her more sleepy than she already was on a normal day. Thankfully today it was Saturday so she didn’t have to struggle with not falling asleep in class. She arrived sitting down beside her boyfriend not saying anything to him or her friends focusing on trying not to close her eyes.

“Morning grumpy” George said noticing the frown on his girlfriend face giving her a hug and kissing the top of her head. (Y/N) felt warm almost at the instant he hug her even though she was wearing two shirts under her sweater.

“Morning love” she answered looking up at him and giving him a quick kiss him on the lips testing a bit of the pumpkin juice George had already begun to drink.

George Weasley was easily the only person that could get her through the winter days, especially on the mornings of winter days because even on normal weather days (Y/N) wasn’t the nicest when she was hungry in the morning, to everyone else she rather not say anything instead of saying anything she would regret. The redhead made the cold less annoying and was the only one that would get her to have fun and forget that she didn’t like the snow at all making her get into snowball fights, making snowman’s and snow angels too.

“Here you go darling” George said again handing her a cup of tea, when she took it it made her hands feel warm and she loved it. He knew very well that his girlfriend wasn’t the biggest fan of the snow or the cold so whenever the weather was like that he tried his best for keep her as happy as she could be with the freeze.

“I really don’t know what I would do without you” she said making George smile.

“I know right?” She smiled to herself and decided to start eating hoping to get in a better mood with a full stomach, and when thankfully she was in a better mood she started talking with Lee, Fred and Angelina. When the conversation of the next quidditch match ended it quickly changed to how the twins were planing on prank Filtch.

“We can get Filtch like that!” Fred said like a master mind really excited and got up ready to start his plan along with George and Lee.

“No no” (Y/N) quickly said grabbing her boyfriends wrist and pulling his sweater in a attempt to make him sit down but he just stood there “Today it’s my day” she said looking at Fred “He’s mine for today, you can do that tomorrow”

“Oh please, I will borrow your precious boyfriend just for a couple hours, it’s not like I’ll be snogging him like you want so badly to” Fred replied putting one of his arms on George’s shoulder and (Y/N) felt how the heat traveled to her cheeks and knew that they turned red.

“I stay” George quickly said looking at her “then we can-”

“Take him” she said letting go of George’s wrist laughing by how dramatic her boyfriend reaction was when she said it, like she had offended him.

“You’re the best (Y/N)!” Fred said beginning to pull his brother but before he could go further away George went back kissed (Y/N) and whispered ‘thanks love’

As soon as George walked out of the great hall she began to feel the uncomfortable cold around her, it was just so much easier to keep her hands from getting cold when they intertwined with her boyfriend’s, or noticing how cold the tip of her nose was only when George placed a kiss on it, feeling his warm lips, it was even more amazing how with only a hug all of his body drowned hers in a cozy feeling. After saying goodbye to Angelina (Y/N) decided to head to the common room, not wanting to spend more time than the necessary in the cold stone halls. Hearing how the wind and snow hit the tower and other students got into a conversation, she decided to end some homework on a couch not realizing when she fell asleep.

George walked into the common room searching for the girl he loved more than any other, and he quickly found her asleep in one of the couches her face resting on a uncomfortable position in her shoulder and her arms hugging herself, even if there where a lot of other students speaking not so quietly it seemed like she couldn’t hear them because she looked so peaceful. George couldn’t help himself to admire the girl, everything in her was perfect, her lips that were a bit parted, her nose that had a soft pink touch in it probably from the cold, she looked so peaceful and yet so gorgeous. Deciding it was better if she was asleep in her own bed rather than in a couch with a lot of noise he headed where she was sleeping, even if there was already noise he went trying not to make any more noise.

“Hey, darling wake up” he whispered putting his hand on her arm and rubbing it gently but the girl only frown and kept sleeping, George’s didn’t want to wake her up and scare her so he begun placing little and soft kisses first on her forehead feeling how her skin wasn’t as warm as he would like to and then to her cheeks and one on the top of her nose noticing under his lips that her nose was in fact cold, looking at her again she had already opened her eyes.

“Hey you” she said beginning to stretch which caused George to smile by how cute she looked, but for George everything that girl did was either awesome or cute “What hour is it?” She said looking around as some students headed to their dorms.

“Not so late” he answered sitting by her side “I think you slept well didn’t you?” he took the girls legs and placed them over his.

“Yes I did, and I finished my homework” she said pointing to some parchments that where folded over on a table. Suddenly George slipped his hand over one of her sleeves, it was something he used to do, checking if she was warm because he knew so well she hated beign cold.

“How is it possible that you are under all that clothes and still be cold woman?” She laughed at his face, he would worry too much sometimes which was cute.

“I don’t know the cold adores me” George stood up and took her hand guiding her to his dorm which thankfully was empty and no other guy was there “what are you doing?” She asked looking how the readhead searched for something between his clothes, finally taking out a sweater with a big ‘G’ on it.

“Here wear this” he said handing it to her, the sweater was rather large for her and it felt heavy when she took it “but this time don’t bother in giving it back”

“I can’t just steal it from you” she replied

“It’s not stealing, I’m giving it to you and I have other sweaters to weas” she still didn’t look convinced enough “I don’t want to see you shivering anymore and the only times you were really comfortable you were using this” she smiled knowing he was right “and besides you look gorgeous”

“Okey I will keep it” she started getting out of her sweater, George got close to her taking the corners of the shirt she had under it pulling it down so it wouldn’t slide with the sweater.

“See gorgeous just like I said” George couldn’t help himself admiring her wearing his sweater, getting close to her putting his hands on her waist.

“Thanks for this, all of it” she said smiling “you really don’t have to” she reached for his face and softly rub her thumb on his cheek, the readhead relaxed at her touch.

“There’s no one else I’d rather do it for” he said pulling her even closer and kissing her. He felt her lips under his, colder than his and decided it was his duty making them warmer deepening the kiss.

“Sorry, I’m always cold” she said breaking the kiss but not getting away from him.

“Lucky you I’m here to warm you up” he said and hug her from the waist making her feet lift up the ground and finally placing themselves on his bed making her laugh by his action.

“I love you” she said looking at his eyes, that shown that happiness, mischief and love that she adored.

“I love you too” he replied placing a kiss on her forehead and then one on her lips instantly feeling satisfied with himself noticing how her lips weren’t as cold as before.

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Top 5 reasons I should watch the show with ur readhead pirate

YOOOO

its rly fucjing good like legit good. like PROFESSIONALLY GOOD. THE WRITING!!!!!!!!!!!@

canon queer characters including main (i can count 4 just from the top of my head)

sin et menthe eau graphie. and the MUSIC yo....

sexy bitches all over

pirates??? PIRATES??? HELLO??????? (the settings are AMAZING and the boats are real. and the COSTUMES. i cant stress enuf how gorgeous this show is like fr im begging u to watch it)

ask me top 5 or 10

[ao3feed-bakusquad]

Like Real People Do

Like Real People Do by kiwishimas

Katsuki has no idea how he ended up a virgin at 24 but he's determined to lose his v-card by 25. When he's sent the link to book a gorgeous readhead for the night he takes the dive realizing it's probably his last chance to do away with his stupid virginity before his birthday. But it doesn't take him long to realize that things with Eijirou will never just be sex.

Words: 1354, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Virgin Bakugou Katsuki, sex worker kirishima eijirou, Sex Work, Bakugo has Anxiety, Attempted Masturbation

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33602590

[shoujolover-666]

Twisted Wonderland Meets Heart no Kuni no Alice: Riddle Rosehearts

Link https://archiveofourown.org/works/26976073/chapters/65845015

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Vivaldi, Ace

A young man was sitting at a table, sipping on a cup of rose tea that had been so graciously offered to him. His red hair almost let him blend in with his surroundings, the colour of it was as red as the flowers that were blooming on the hedge of the labyrinth they were having a tea party in.

In front of him sat a beautiful woman whose pruple-black hair was styled into several drills, her lips that were stained by a pink lipstick were adorned with a smile as she watched him.

That woman wore a gorgeous red and black gown, a crown was sitting on her head in a way that made it seem as if she were the only one who was worthy of it. The young man, whose name was Riddle Rosehearts, wore a crown as well and was a leader just like her, but his elegance and air of royalty paled in comparison to the aura of a true queen.

The queen he was talking about was Vivaldi.

In this world, she was the queen of hearts. The Wonderland.

If he had to be honest, he had no idea how he got there. The last thing he remembered doing in school was him going to his bed and doing his homework. Maybe it was because of someone who messed up a teleportation spell, maybe it was because of some higher power, but that didn’t matter. At the moment, he had no way to know how to get back.

Until then, he would have to deal with getting used to this place that was so strange to him. His eyes wandered to the people who were sitting behind the woman. These people had no real faces, were faceless. Vivaldi explained to him that this was a normal thing for people from this world when they had no role.

Another strange concept, but who was he to question things from a place, that seemed to have no common sense. In a way, it reminded him of the Queen of Hearts of his world.

Was this maybe the place she originated from?

No one was completely sure when it came to the origins of the Great Seven, but he wouldn’t be too surprised if she belonged here… maybe.

“Do you enjoy the tea, Riddle?”

Her voice was gentle as she spoke to him, the elegant smile never faded from her lips. The readhead was a bit jealous of her grace and of the way she made every move and gesture look regal, but at the same time he soaked up everything he could from this encounter.

Even if she was a woman, there was a lot he could learn from her maturity, and he was never one to pass up a chance to improve himself, especially if it meant that it could possibly help him be a better leader himself.

“I do, your majesty. Thank you for the invitation to the tea party.”

His tone was polite as he took another sip.

When he realized that he wasn’t in his room anymore, he found himself in front of the gates of the castle that belonged to the woman. At first, he was not sure if he should dare approach the building, but he didn’t want to risk getting lost without a place to stay.

That was why he decided to go to the men who guarded the pompous looking place. He was shocked when he noticed that the people had no face, but he was quick to catch himself.

Before he had the chance to talk, they already pointed their weapons at him, saying something about how he must be a new roleholder, and that it would be better if they were to get rid of him before the queen found him on her territory.

Before they were able to do anything though, a man with brunette hair and a red trench coat fell down from somewhere.

He still had no idea where he came from, but in that moment, he couldn’t care less about the details.

Somehow, the man was quick to realize that he was not from here. He wondered how, but when he looked at the people who lacked faces, he was able to guess how he came to the conclusion.

That was also the first time he heard the word ‘outsider’. Everyone who was not from their world was an outsider. Everyone who was an outsider would be loved by everyone in that strange world of theirs.

Something that the queen explained to him with a smile he couldn’t read. It was a concept that bewildered Riddle. How would someone be able to love a person just because they were not from the same place they were from?

But back to the strange encounter. The brunette grabbed him by his arm with a careless smile and said that he would bring him to the queen, because he hoped that it would appease her anger a bit. This was already something that made him frown, and he would have loved to just pull his arm away from him, but he had the feeling that it might be best not to do anything that he would regret in the long run. That man had a sword after all, and he did not want to be on the receiving end of its edge.

When they entered the maze though, he really was tempted to burn everything down. Even when the man seemed to be reliable at first, it turned out that he was anything but that.

Before he was about to explode, they actually met another person in the maze.

“Ah, I wouldn’t have thought that I would find this place so quickly...”

The brunette mumbled to himself, which made Riddle lose even more of his patience.

Quickly? They were probably wandering around for two hours!

Just when he was about to raise his hand to cast ‘Off with his Head’, the queen intercepted.

“And who might you be, little one?”

That caught Riddle’s attention. When he turned to the woman, he came to realize that this was probably the ruler of this place.

The red haired man took a deep breath, calming his anger to a certain extent before he bowed to her. Even if he was not from that place, he had enough common sense to put one and one together.

“I am sorry for not greeting you immediately, your majesty. My name is Riddle Rosehearts.”

Dark violet eyes were resting on him. Some of the people, who seemed to be her servants, were tense because of her silence.

Some were waiting for her reaction with bated breath. Would she lose her temper?

When the woman started to laugh, some of the people around her started to relax again.

“We like your attitude, young one. Please, join us for a few cups of tea.”

Riddle would have refused the offer under normal circumstances, for the rules of his dorm wouldn’t allow him to have tea right now, but when he noticed the look on her face and the way the faceless people held themselves, he thought it might be best if he tried to control himself and follow the rules of this place.

That woman was the ruler of this castle, so he would obey her laws.

“We are pleased. Our name is Vivaldi. Now, please take a seat.”

~ ♥ ~

And that was how the whole tea party and the explanations about this place started. It was difficult to get his head around some things. Fighting for new territory was something he could understand. After all, no place, or world, was completely peaceful. But a place in which everyone's life was worth nothing? Where time had no real meaning and the night could suddenly turn into the evening?

This was something he still had to see for himself. It did sound ridiculous, but he believed the queen. After all, she didn’t seem to be the kind of woman who would joke about something like this.

It made him wonder though what the other territories were like. She told him about theHatter Family, the Amusement Park and the Clock Tower.

Normally, he would know better and avoid these places… but there was a sudden urge to explore the world that was so strange, so foreign to him, even when he knew that it was dangerous.

A part of him that he thought of as dead was overjoyed at the chance to be in a world in which he himself was not bound by rules. In which he practically could do whatever he wanted, if he really wished to.

The young man gnawed on his bottom lip as he traced the rim of the cup with his thumb. Vivaldi, the queen insisted that he called her by her name, watched him in silence. She did not know why, but she saw her past self in him. Was it because of the little things he did? Was it because of how he acted in a way that made him older than he really was?

Maybe she would have the chance to talk to him about his past one day, but for now, she would not force him to tell her anything.

Her eyes wandered to the clock that she made one of her servants hold. It was already 10 pm, but the sky was still dyed in the red-orange colours of the sunset.

“If you want to, you can stay here for as long as you wish to, Riddle. The gate to my castle will always be open to you. In case that you wish to stay at another place that is not here, I will give you one of my subordinates to bring you to the town with some money, so you can stay at an inn. The choice is yours.”

Riddle looked at the dark haired beauty. What did he want to do? When was the last time since he had the chance to make a choice of his own? No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember. It didn’t matter though. After contemplating about the options for a moment, he answered her.

“I would be honoured to stay here for a while… Vivaldi.”

The sound of her name was strange on his tongue. Every time he spoke to her, he felt the urge to call her his majesty, but he tried his best to call her by her name.

It seemed to be the right choice.

Her smile turned into a more honest one as she clapped her hands together once, the sleeves of her dress flattered a bit because of the movement.

“Wonderful. Maids, prepare the biggest and best guest room for our outsider. Imperfections are not allowed.”

The tone of her voice left no place for any refusal. Not that there was anyone who dared to speak a word against her. Those who would dare to were not present at the tea party.

Several of the women nodded hastily before they scattered away, not a single one of them wanted to displease the queen whose real cruelty has not yet been seen by the seemingly clueless young man who was so calm around the ruler.

How will the outsider fare in this Wonderland? This Wonderful Wonder World?

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[sweaterpastel]

Ginger Emma Roberts appreciation post.

[fictionalfics]

Carnations of Disdain (Hanahaki AU)

(Not my Gif)

Izuku Midoriya x Reader (Unrequited)

WARNINGS: Blood, Gore in general, Death, Hanahaki

(Not my image, taken from google)

Hanahaki Disease disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies.

UA was amazing. Great friends, great teachers, great lessons. You were having the time of your life training to become a pro, and you couldn’t have asked for better people to do it with.

Until the first petal.

You had woken up in the middle of the night, hungry. Nothing out of the ordinary. A light snack usually helped you settle back down. But halfway to the kitchen your throat began to itch.

And it didn’t stop.

Kirishima found you in the bathroom, hacking your lungs up.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

Your hands were covering your mouth, saliva going everywhere. You couldn’t swallow, couldn’t breathe. The redhead sped in your direction and began lightly thumping your back in hopes of helping you out.

It fell from your mouth like a feather, a yellow warning sign telling you to give up now, before it took over. You fell to your knees, eyes stinging and red with tears, lungs screaming for air. Your breath caught in your throat as the yellow took over your vision.

Kirishima knew what it meant. “Who for?”

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from it. You hated it, wanted to forget that it existed.

“Midoriya. It’s for Midoriya.”

Kirishima mumbled an apology as you stared into the distance.

He doesn’t love you back. He doesn’t love you back. He doesn’t love you back.

You woke up the next morning, dreading class. Everything was normal, too normal. Iida was loud, Uraraka was bubbly, Todoroki was aloof.

Midoriya was amazing.

Everything about him, the way he mumbled as he tought, the way his hair bounced as he laughed, the way he hugged you tightly after you won a sparring match. You had loved it, until now.

He noticed right away something wasn’t right, but he decided to let you come to him on your own terms.

Maybe that was a mistake.

A week after that, and no incident. 

Another week passed, nothing.

And then the third week came around. Aizawa was talking about the tasks for the day, and you tried to hold it in, you really did. It was the driest cough you’d ever had, and the flowers tickled the back of your throat. You didn’t wait to be excused, leaving the room was the only thing on your mind. Kirishima knew what was happening and wanted to help, but decided to let you be.

He shot a pitying look as you ran, as fast as your legs would carry you.

Maybe that was a mistake.

You didn’t make it to the bathroom this time, falling to your knees in the middle of the corridor in a mess of blood and flowers, your pristine uniform stained red and your vision going black.

The taste of your mouth was bitter as you awoke in recovery girl’s room, head spinning. Everything hurt, like something was cutting you open from the pit of your stomach. Your teacher was sat in the corner of the room, his usual glare replaced with subtle worry.

“How long has this been happening?”

You couldn’t face the truth. If you told him, it would mean that it was real.

“Never happened before. I don’t know whats going on.”

You knew exactly what was going on, but it would go away on its own, right?

Maybe that was a mistake.

Winter came, and they’d begun to bloom. Yellow carnations, beautiful and delicate, adorning your spine and stomach like expensive jewellery. You felt a new bud with his every smile, a new stem with every sentence. Every flash of green meant a new burst of yellow. Gorgeous and deadly.

Sweaters were your best friends as the flowers consumed your body. Nobody questioned the change in fashion, nobody questioned the frequent bathroom breaks, or the twisted looks of pain that happened every now and then.

You hid it well.

Maybe that was a mistake.

You were never late for school. Three days in a row tipped them off.

There was a crowd outside your door as Aizawa walked in to reprimand you.

You were beautiful, a sight to behold. Carnations sprung forth from your body like it was springtime, your mouth stretched into a soft smile. Yellow was definitely your colour, they remarked, as your casket lay closed at the front of the church hall.

Gone in your sleep, the doctors had said, but it was strange that you hadn’t opted to get them surgically removed.

You’d decided long ago that you wanted to keep your feelings.

Maybe that was a mistake.

Midoriya was known for crying. Everyone joked that crying was his real quirk, powerful tears that came at the slightest of things. the news of your death was different. It shook him to his core, rid him of all function for a while.

“It’s called Hanahaki,” said Kirishima. “it comes from unrequited love.”

“And who did Y/N love?” Midoriya didn’t realise those words came from his own mouth until he saw all eyes on him.

The readhead teen was silent for a while.

“You must know Kirishima, Y/N trusted you more than anyone.” Why was he angry all of a sudden? Midoriya couldn’t fathom his own emotions.

“I’m sorry Midoriya, I’m so so sorry.”

The realisation crushed the freckled boy. He heard comforting words but they didn’t fully reach him.

He never brought up the cause of his worry to you.

Maybe that was a mistake.

The room was empty without you, without your smile, and your jokes. Class went on after a short break - each year a memorial was held for you as the pain began to fade.

The one that died from love.

Maybe that was a mistake.