#i'm literally sat here like 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[sitstaysettle]

you ever have an insane scene and then you gotta just like......... go about your life like you didn't just get utterly annihilated in the best way

[delilahcalicocat]

♡•~Mi amor~•♡

{Ratin: Smut.}

{Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Swearing, small smidge of a language Kink, Hair pulling, Oral Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Aka you've been warned, Daddy Kink, Dom/Sub Dynamic, Full on. DD/LG, Pet names.}

{Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem!Reader}

[I literally am melting over this ugh. 😵‍💫]

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Damian ran towards the ring, eager to cash in his briefcase.

I was backstage with the rest of the judgement day, well more of asleep.

You see, Damian is a big risk taker.. so I was worried about that plan, if he won.. he'd be heading back here immediately to fuck his girlfriend and uh... we've already had Finn walk in on us once and I don't need that again..

"Hey Mamacitá, you ready yet?" He spoke

I had been awake after I heard everyone yelling, so kind of yes?

"Yeah.. Sure.." I spoke abruptly

He walked me to his van for once? Woah..

We got inside and he sat down.

"I'm gonna get changed, you go do whatever" He said

I went to the bathroom and took off my makeup, since I was tired.

"Aha, Nice try Mamacitá, but you're not going to sleep yet." He spoke

I stopped in my tracks, like a deer in headlights.

"W-What do you mean?" I asked

"Mamacitá you aren't sleeping yet, unless I fuck you to sleep" He spoke coldly

"Damian, are you sure you want this? This is the first time I've heard this from you.."

I was shocked, Damian had never become so... primal before...

Before I could speak again, he had my hair in his hand, pulling me into his lap

"¡¿Serás una buena puta para papá?! (You gonna be a good slut for Daddy?!)"

"¡Sí Papá! (Yes Daddy!)"

"Je, esa es mi pequeña, siendo una buena princesa para su papá. (Heh, thats my little girl, being a good princess for her daddy.)"

"Sí Papá, ¡Soy tu princesita! (Yes Daddy, I'm your little princess)"

"¿Quieres que tu papá te folle? (You want daddy to fuck you?)"

"¡Sí Sí Sí! Por Favor Papá (Yes! Yes! Yes! Please Daddy)"

"Prove to me you deserve it."

I got up, and slowly revealed what was actually under my hoodie.

It was a skimpy top, and under my skirt. Was of course lace panties.

"Do I deserve it now daddy?" You cocked an eyebrow

He stayed silent, as if something awoke in him.. a want no need for your warmth.

In quick secession, he'd stripped off both of your garments. Then he chose to strip off his, leaving you bent over the couch arm.

He made you watch as he stripped of his clothes, making you whimper and moan for the need of friction.

He didn't give you a warning, but you yelped at the feeling of him slamming into you, filling your needy little cunt to the brim.

"que buena princesita para su papi, tomando mi verga como una princesa (such a good little princess for her daddy, taking this cock like a princess)" He said

His words sent you over the edge, you came with Force, he proceeded to fuck you through your orgasm, making you moan louder from the over-sensitivity.

His thrusts began to get sloppy, he grabbed your hair and pulled it as he came. Filling you to the brim.

He then pulled you into his lap.

"Good Girl. But you're not done yet." He spoke.

With shaky legs, you began to get out of his lap, and began to suck his dick.

It didn't take too long for him to cum from the over-sensitivity from his first orgasm moments ago.

"That's my good little girl, mi amor~" He spoke, Picking you up and heading towards the bathroom

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Hiii! Great job on finishing your WIPs by the way! 😁

For requests, I'm curious as to how you'd write tmnt 2003, so maybe lee Mikey, if you're up to it? (Ler can be anyone, your choice!! 😘)

I hope you're doing well! 😊

~ 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚃𝚅 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎! ~

💙🐢🧡 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: @savemeafruitjuice 💙🐢🧡

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚈𝙾𝙾𝙾 🩷💓!!! 𝙷𝙴𝚈𝙰 𝙹𝚄𝙸𝙲𝙴 🤩💕💘💕💘!!! 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝙼𝙽𝚃 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟹 (𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚃𝙼𝙽𝚃 𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚕) 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝙾𝙾𝙲 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚔𝚢 🥲💔. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚋𝚛𝚘 😗💖— 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝙷𝙸𝚃 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚂𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 😅…˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷,𝟺𝟽𝟽

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔? 𝟷. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝟸. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝? 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚎𝚘’𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜…

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: @itzsana-kiddingmenow @saturnzskyzz @tmntalways

@shut-up-jo @someone1348 @rice-cake-teen10 @turtletimewriting

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 😵‍💫…𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟹 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 🫶🏾💖💕💗! 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐— 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 😌👍🏾💓 

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝚄𝚁𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝚃 𝙾𝙵𝙵!!! 🌚𝙾𝙽𝙴🤪𝚃𝚆𝙾👁️𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴💅🏾𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁🌝˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“Leeeoooooooo!!! Come watch TV with meeee…” Mikey whined loudly, resting his head on his eldest brother’s shoulder as the other sat quietly on the dojo floor, meditating. 

“I’m obviously doing something here, Mike.” Leo said calmly, trying to concentrate on his meditation. 

Which…was kind of hard when his little brother was literally breathing down his neck. 

The orange banded turtle huffed, hugging onto his brother’s arm like the clingy koala that he was, “I thought you loved meeee…”

The slightly taller turtle sighed longly, stopping his meditation for a quick second as he opened his eyes, looking down at his brother, “Don’t be ridiculous. You know I love you.” 

Mikey smiled at the slightly defensive response, hugging the other’s arm tighter, “If you love me so much then watch some TV with me!!!” 

Leonardo fondly rolled his eyes, squeezing the freckled faced teen in a side hug, “I’ll watch TV with you later, okay? I promise.” The blue banded turtle exclaimed as he went back into the sitting position he was in beforehand. He put the both of his hands in his lap, closing his eyes as he tried to concentrate quietly. 

Mikey sighed loudly, resting his cheek on his older brother’s shoulder, causing Leo to stiffen slightly. The taller turtle opened his eyes once more, glaring at the other as the smallest turtle just grinned back, batting his eyelashes dramatically. 

“Mikey.” Leo hissed. 

“Yes~?” The younger sang innocently as his free hand started to squeeze at his big brother’s side. The blue banded teen’s eyes widened, biting back down the laugh that was bubbling in his throat. 

The youngest snorted at his brother’s reaction, raising an amused brow, “What’s going on, man? I thought you were concentrated with meditating.”

“I. Am.” The other said through gritted teeth.

“Really? You sure about that, bro?” The younger asked teasingly. 

Leo sighed knowingly, cracking his knuckles at he took one more glance at his baby brother. 

So this is the way Michelangelo wanted to play? Fine by him. 

If he was going to interrupted during his personal meditation/training session, he should at least take what he’s learned to good use, right? Right. 

The elder quickly and swiftly got out of the hold the youngest had him in. And as soon as he did, Leonardo pinned his brother’s arms on the dojo floor as he sat on his legs effortlessly.   

The orange banded turtle’s eyes widened in panic, his cocky demeanor immediately crumbling as he realized the situation he practically dug himself into.

But the eldest did take notice how his younger brother wasn’t really fighting and/or resisting all that much.

If Mikey really wanted to get away, Leo would’ve gotten punched in the gut right now.

“Waha— wait wait wahait!!!” The smaller turtle squeaked out, kicking his legs behind his brother “C-Cohome ohon— cahan’t we tahalk about thihis first…?”

“I don’t even know why you’re acting so surprised. You knew this was going to happen, Mikes…” Leo said as he couldn’t help but chuckle at his now flustered brother. 

“Buhut Ihi— *snort* Leeheeo!!” Mikey whined, shaking his head back and forth repeatedly as his giggles raised an octave due to the fact that his mean brother was wiggling his fingers above him teasingly. 

Okay…well on the bright side of things, Leo and him were hanging out now!

Although, them 'hanging out' was just Mikey about to get his shit absolutely wrecked, but hey! Maybe Leonardo would go easy on him…?

I mean, Mikey might be the smallest turtle out of the four, but he was also by far the cutest out of all of them (April definitely said so at one point in time so therefore it’s automatically correct), so Leo couldn’t and wouldn’t be…that malicious, right?

If he would, the youngest would file a restraining order. 

“What? You what, Mikey? You saw I was meditating and I said I would watch TV with you later. And yet you still persisted on bothering me.” 

“I-Ihi’m *snort* sohORRY, okAHAY?! Juhust pLEHEASE *snort* d-dohon’t—“

“Please what?” 

“TIHICKLE MEEHEE!!!”

“Tickle you? Oh, whahat a wonderful idea.” Leo mused as he scribbled his free hand against his little brother’s side. Michelangelo shrieked at the sudden sensation to his sides, squirming and wriggling as he tried to get out of the hold.

“Gehet *snort* oHOFF *snort* OHOF meehee!” The youngest whined loudly through his laughter, kicking his feet on the ground repeatedly. 

The eldest turtle huffed out a small chuckle, letting go of both of his brother’s hands and letting them flail around before digging his fingers into his brother’s underarms. 

The orange banded teen let out a loud squeal, putting his hands down as he pushed on his brother’s arms, “GOHOH *snort* A-AWAHAHAY!” 

“Your snorting already? I’ve barely done anything yet.” 

“S-SHUHUT *snort* *squeak* UHUP!” 

“Ehexcuse me? What did you just say?” Leonardo asked, ceasing the tickling for a second as him and Mikey rustled and tussled with each other’s arms.

“NONONONOHO— *snort* PLEHEASE DOHON’T!!!”

“Then moohoove your hands, Mike!”

“IHIHI *snort* CAHAN’T!”

“Then you put this upon yourself…” Leo said as he leaned in and blew a raspberry in the crook of his baby brother’s neck while kneading his hips.

The younger basically screamed in loud laughter, throwing his head back as happy tears shined in his eyes, “EEEEEHAHAHA!” 

“Wow. This must tickle really bad, huh?” 

“BEEHEE QUIHIHIET!!!” 

“If you really want me to stop, you can just say stop, y'know.” 

“NAHAHAH— *snort* SHUHUSH SHUHUSH!!” 

“Unless…” Leo hinted teasingly, his fingers clamping down on the other’s thigh as he squeezed it mercilessly, still blowing raspberries on the orange cladded turtle’s neck. 

“JAHSHHSJAKAHAH!!!” Mikey stuttered through his laugh. 

“What was that?”

“MABSGHAJAHAH— *snort* *snort* JDHDHAHAH!!!” 

“Oh, you don’t say…”

“MANSHSJWKAHA— *snort* *squeal*!!”

“Really? Wow. You don’t hear news like that everyday.” The blue cladded turtle joked, going back to squeezing Mikey’s hipbones.

“NOHO *squeak* STAHA— *squeak* IHI— *snort* L-LEEHEEHEEO!” 

“Yes~?”

“PLEHEHA— *squeak* PLEHEASE NAHA— *snort* STAHAP I-IHI CAHAN’T!!!” Michaelangelo cried as happy tears ran down his cheeks. Leo couldn’t help but giggle at the adorable sight of his younger brother completely lost in his own cackles. The eldest stopped, sitting to the other side of Mikey so the youngest could catch his breath. 

The orange banded turtle slumped on Leo’s shoulder once more as the eldest wrapped him in a comforting hug, “Yohou’re freeheeaking *snort* evil…” 

The leader in blue snorted softly at the remark, “Ahand yohou’re annoying as hell.” 

“Tahakes one toohoo know one, dear ohold brohohother ohof mine.” The orange banded teen grinned, the two enjoying each other’s company in comforting silence before the eldest spoke, “What TV show did you want to watch with me anyway?”

“Star Trek! Dad brought new DVD’s and—“

“AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?!” Leonardo basically screeched, leaping unto his feet as he quickly helped his brother up, taking his hand and almost dragging him to the living room. “I-I just said I wanted to watch TV with you!” Mikey yelled as he was being dragged along the hallway, “I didn’t know Star Trek was that important to you—“

Leonardo stopped in his tracks, slowly turning around to his brother, “Star Trek is very important to me.” He explained, turning back around as he saw the TV starting to play his favorite Sci-Fi show. The blue banded teen sat down next to his Father on the couch, becoming almost entranced by the television. 

Not so far from where the leader in blue was sitting, Raph was leaning on a wall as he was talking to the second youngest. Mikey approached the two with a big, happy grin on his face, putting an arm around Donatello.

“You got Leo to come out of his meditation cave, I pressure?” The scientist asked. 

“Yessir!” The youngest said happily, “But I just don’t understand how he meditates for, like, three freaking hours. I can barely do one!!! It’s impressive honestly…” 

“More like concerning.” Donnie added on.

“Well…impressive or not, Fearless over there needs to take a break every now an' again. So thanks for doing what you did, Mike. We all appreciate it.” Raphael said, a small, embarrassed blush appearing on his face as his little brother’s looked at him teasingly. “Awe…Raphie you looooove us~!” Donatello grinned.

The red banded teen rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, “I take back everythin' I said about lovin' any of you dunderheads…” He muttered, although his voice lacked his usual snarky and cocky tone— which the two youngest turtle’s definetley took notice in. 

“My sons, are you going to come and watch the space alien science fiction show with me and Leonardo?” Splinter asked the three teens. “Sure, Sensei.” Donnie said as they walked over.

“SHHH SHHH!!! IT’S ON MY FAVORITE SCENE!!!” Leo hissed as he was still looking at the television.

“But…every scene is your 'favorite scene'…” Raphael laughed.

“SAME. DIFFERENCE!!!” 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[momotorin]

continuation of ceo!gp!sana x assistant!momo ? maybe they are out at a company dinner and sana keeps momo riled up the entire night with light, teasing touches everywhere and anywhere on her body and momo has to just keep her cool in front of the big execs, definitely soaking her panties in the process 😵‍💫 then momo goes to get another drink real quick, but was stopped by a very pretty exec from a partner company who was not very *subtle* with her flirting

the time away from momo makes sana look toward the bar and she sees irene, her ceo friend, lay a hand on momo and it drives her fucking insane fjshfhs 😭

it takes sana barely a second to march her way there and show just who momo belongs to (could be in private or… in front of her entire company 🫣)

THIS IS INSANE AND I LOVE YOUR BRAIN USER MINATSUKKI

ceo!gp!sana and assistant!momo

ceo!sana was definitely pissed at how the executives were looking at assistant!momo.

it's the monthly dinner with the executive board of the company, and of course sana and her assistant momo are supposed to be there to overview everyone.

ceo!sana felt it the moment they enter the dinner hall. everyone's eyes were on momo, her being the eye candy with the dress— it was black with a long slit and it was backless, so even when she was facing back, everyone was still staring at her.

"they like you," sana whispered as they sat down at their table with the higher members of the company's executive board. "aren't you cold?"

"i'm fine, miss." momo uses the word to remind sana.

sana just hums as she sits beside momo. food was later served, and they were eating as they talked with the board.

it was quite boring, but sana never failed to catch the fluttering glances that the executives shoot at momo. especially that one executive whom sana holds dear.

momo was so comforted with the presence of irene. she sat beside her, and she's the company's vice president. she was so nice, and momo genuinely enjoyed her company.

sana became busy during the latter part of the dinner, because the men were talking to her, and it pisses sana off that momo was paying more attention to irene than to her.

as momo talked with irene, sana puts her warm hand on momo's bare thigh exposed by her dress slit, rubbing her thigh, squeezing it, and grazing her hand close to her underwear.

sana hums as she traced the side of her panties, and felt the material.

"cute," sana leaned closer once more to whisper to momo. "lace, huh?"

"y-yes, miss." she answered, trying not to let out a sound as sana's naughty hand was literally squeezing her ass (i told you guys she's an ass girl!!)

sana chuckles, completely removing her hands from momo and shooting the look.

momo's ears were heating up, her heart beating faster and her pussy was wet. she just knows.

after a little chat, momo and irene proceed to go get some drinks together. sana just let them be, but she's already boiling inside with the men still talking to her. she just wants to rip momo's dress so bad. she just thanked herself for saving face under her pants because she wore compression undies today. she's bricking.

"fuck," sana mutters under her breath, finally the men moving away and she saw irene holding momo's hand as they talked. oh she's pissed. "hey," sana says, greeting momo. "having a good evening?"

"hey, sana," irene chuckles. "your assistant here is so cute. can i have her instead?"

sana scoffs, wrapping an arm around momo, "not sure about that," she looks at her as momo drank her liquor once more. "would you like that, momo?"

"n-no," momo answers, struggling to keep her gaze with sana as it was too intense. "i like working with her."

"that's a waste," irene chuckles. "pretty girls like you shouldn't handle busy schedules."

sana snickered. bold of you to assume she only handles my busy schedules. sana says in her mind as she pulls momo closer to her.

"it's getting late," sana pretends to look at the time on her watch. "we're leaving. have a nice night."

sana takes off her suit jacket, wrapping it around momo's shoulder as she stood up.

as they exit, sana pats irene's shoulder, "have a nice night."

momo laughed, holding sana's coat closer to her. it was warm, but the wind hit them as they got to the lobby, and sana's car was waiting already.

sana opened the door for the shotgun seat for momo to sit in, guiding her to go in. "careful." she smiles, using her hand as a shield for momo's head.

"thanks," momo sat down safely as sana got inside the driver's seat. "we didn't properly say goodbye to the others."

sana scoffs, speeding off. "i don't care." she grits through her teeth. "i've been hard the whole night and you didn't even know."

"sana, i'm not a mind reader," momo chuckled. "you know i-"

"yeah i know you were talking to irene the whole night and you want her to bed you, don't you?" she says, gripping the steering wheel at the stoplight. "don't you, momo?" she looks at her, eyebrows furrowed.

"n-no," momo sighs, her breath getting unsteady with the intensity of sana. "she was really ni-"

"nice enough to touch you?" sana asks. "didn't know you're such a slut for that."

"san-"

"shut up."

momo can't admit it to herself, but she loves it so much when sana's so mad.

the moment that they went out of the car, sana kisses momo, finding them making out on the side of her car as they made their way to the private elevator of her penthouse.

"you shouldn't have worn this damn dress," sana breathes, the kiss breaking for a while as she removes her coat from momo's shoulders. "everyone was staring at you."

"you bought me this," momo smiles, cupping sana's cheek. "and you literally fucked me in the dressing room when i fitted it."

"right," sana chuckles as well, holding momo by the waist as the elevator opens to sana's penthouse. "and you're so fucking irresistible."

they make out, moving to sana's big leather sofa, momo being pushed down gently to it.

sana gets on top of her, removing her tie, almost ripping her dress shirt.

"fuck." sana zips down her pants, the outline of her cock straining against the compression briefs she had. she reaches out for momo's hand, letting her feel her hardness.

"so big," momo moans, her hand rubbing along the length of it. "did i leave you like this the whole night, hm?"

sana groans as she moves down, kissing momo's neck, trailing it to her chest, ripping the dress from the slit to open momo up.

"hey, that's ex-"

"fuck, you didn't even bother to wear a bra?" she suckles at momo's nipple in awe as momo arches her back, holding sana by the head at the stimulation.

sana moves down, kissing along momo's abs and hooking her fingers on momo's lace panties.

she playfully removes it by her mouth, kissing momo's soaking center. sana hums in satisfaction, finally getting momo's taste on her tongue.

"fuuck, more," momo grinds her hips towards sana's tongue, flicking on her clit. sana traces her finger on momo's entrance, plunging her finger inside her wetness. "sana!"

sana hums against momo's pussy, as she thrusts her fingers in and out of her, the wetness gushing against her tongue and fingers.

momo's sounds were so fucking hot. sana pulls away as momo pulsed against her fingers, depriving her of the sweet climax.

"ah," momo sighs against the leather. "sana, plea-"

sana removes her boxers, her length springing to slap against her lower abdomen. she was that hard for her whole ten inches to stand tall like that, and momo immediately bites her lip at the sight.

"can't believe you're so fucking wet," sana growls, putting both of her hands on momo's waist as she grinds her cock against momo's wetness. "irene got you that wet?"

"n-no, fuck," momo sighs, holding onto sana by her triceps as her cock slides against her wetness. "only you, baby."

"baby?" sana grunts, putting her whole length in momo all at once. "fuck, so fucking tight." she pushes down on momo's abdomen, feeling her wetness trickle on her balls, and her tight walls wrapping on her length.

"fuck!" momo shouts as sana thrusts fast, almost ripping her open.

"mmh," sana leans forward, feeling momo wrap her arms around her neck. "who's fucking you this good?" sana teases, her thrusts getting faster inside momo.

"you! fuck!" momo shouts, her walls closing on sana's big length. "only you, sana!"

"good girl," she kisses momo's temple, moving up once more to thrust faster inside of momo. her sounds were getting louder, and her wetness was reaching the leather of the sofa. momo's getting close, and sana was too. "fuck," sana sighs, her hips rutting as she feels momo pulse on her cock. she sighs as she puts circles on momo's clit using her thumb. momo screams as she gets tighter on sana's dick. "cum, baby."

"sana!" momo screams as she feels herself squirt on sana's cumming cock.

"momo," sana sighs, thrusting deep, keeping all of her cum inside momo. "take it."

momo hums, her body lumping against the sofa.

sana pulls out, kissing momo once more.

"shit," sana laughs, seeing the ripped dress on her floor. "let's just replace that."

"no need," momo chuckles weakly. "if you're going to rip it off of me again."

"damn right."

i wanna talk about how much of a sweetheart ceo!sana is but that's for a different topic!!! anyways

[songmingisthighs]

WHAT DA FLIP SMT!!! MDT!MINGI IS A GOD TOO? AND HE WHAT HER PARENTS???? and when i chuck my phone to the wall or floor? WHAT THEN? i cannot believe i MISSED OUT ON THIS!!! I REEAAALLLLLYYYYY HATE THIS APP NOW. also, i dont like mdt!joong for this. where’s the reaper for when a reaper d!es? bc imma send him to the afterlife.

PLEASEEEEEEEEE mdt!jongho loveeeees yn! he basically told her he’s her male protagonist. he may not have the protagonist’s car, but he has the spirit. i am so here for whipped mdt!jongho. he’s too cute frs.

am i the only one who thought that yn and mdt!mingi had been best friends since they were kids? did i misread a chapter or something?😭

wait a min, since when has yn been advancing at mdt!jongho? am i missing more chapters????

san is me having a stroke after finding out everything.😭

byeeeeee why do men assume women want their firstborn? i don’t want kids (rn) to begin with. (jk, if any of ateez grants me their firstborn, id take it without hesitation)

byeeeeeee. why is mdt!jongho literally bribing yn to stay in his house? then acting like he hates it. BABES PLS JUST ADMIT YOU HAVE FEELINGS FOR HER.😵‍💫 aaaaaaaand he’s out here touching her? HE GIVES ME VICTORIAN MAN SEEING ANKLES FOR THE FIRST TIME BUT HE IS OUT HERE RUBBING HER KNEE AND SQUEEZING IT?!?! what da flip mdt!jongho. you are not the person i thought you were.

you think yn would actually be assigned to mdt!hj when she passes?😭 how crazy would that be bc technically she was already assigned to him when the accident happened.

after reading ch. lv im so proud of myself. but what does mdt!hj mean by who he assigned her with? excuse moi??

WAIT A MINUTE!!! I THOUGHT THIS WAS ABOUT TO BE THE KISSING SCENE!!! DO YOU HATE US SMT?!?! WHY WOULD YOU MAKE IT SO VANILLA??? A KISS ON THE CHEEK?!?! THEN A KISS ON THE BACK OF HER HAND?!?! WHERE IS THE KISS ON THE LIPS?!!!! I (kindly) DEMAND A KISS ON THE LIPS!!!

byeee yn knoooows she’d marry mdt!jongho out of love. she don’t want his money.🤣

NO WAY! NO WAY MDT!JONGHO ACTUALLY SAID THAT! KEEP HIM AWAY FROM MDT!YUNHO AT ALL COSTS. I PRACTICALLY LAUGHED UP BOTH MY LUNGS. i cant afford to lose another organ. also, yn so understands me. jongho (real jongho) in a suit with his fancy watch. PHEWWWWWW pour me some of thAt tall glass of water. i’m trying to get a load of this guy fr.

“i care about you. deeply.” i’m sat. house cleaned. dinner served. kids? you say the number.

ohhhh they are sooo married coded. i live for this. my toes have curled (in a good way).

wait, theory: mdt!wonyoung is out here saying she remembers that symbol. what if she’s really mdt!jongho’s first love? i would cry.

STOP IT WITH THE TEASING SMT!! MAKE YN GET IN THAT SHOWER WITH HIM RN. let them kiss alreadyyyy.

I KNEW IT!!! I KNEW SHE WAS THE PAST LOVER OH MY FUCK. NO SMT PLS NO. MY HEART IS TOO WEAK TO HANDLE THIS. IM JUMPING OFF MY BED TONIGHT I SWEAR.

i’m crying. i feel so bad that mdt!jongho had to go through that. netflix, where are yall with the contract bc ts is too good to pass on. i know you be having boring shows on your platform, time to add this. please, i beg!

wait, that’s it? i caught up? i don’t get to see how they solve this little problem they have going on now? uhm what da flip. you got me hooked all over again. ahhh it’s so good to be back.🥲

i kept rereading this bc this is so funny and also bc this is a recap of mdt that i needed bc i legit forgot what i wrote and i was like OH YEAH THIS HAPPENED so thank you for the recap 🫶🫶

MOREOVER i'm super duper glad you've caught up, tumblr is ass for not giving you notifs of my update bc on one side that's so fucking rude of tumblr but on the other side i'm also having a crazy time bc i started a new work, not just job, but an actual work and it's been HECTIC bc i'm working freelance now with foreign clients (i'm not a hooker dw) and my church has been quite busy so my head is like all over the place and i barely have time for myself :/

BUT NOW THAT YOU'RE BACK we're onto our scheduled craziness >:)) be ~ prepared ~

[femmecelworld]

how do you plan such a long and extensive series like your romencken? i think you said you came up with the idea for the holiday fic recently but such monumental plot points happen in it, did it alter your overall arc for the future? i'm also a writer and do not plan anything ever😰 terrible habit

(pls excuse how yappy this got, I’m a little hungover this morning)

first, the answer to all your questions ever is, I’m insane! 🤠 lol but like. y’all see what I’m like when I don’t work 60 hrs a week? (and that’s the normal schedule, elections it’s 80) this is, unfortunately, why I’m great at my job.

anyway! I can’t explain it; this universe has been living in my head for a really long time. Like as soon as Mencken entered the scene in s3 and he and Roman started eyefucking, I knew exactly what happened (🍆ch 2 of anointed). At the time, I thought, well no way it ended there, which means Roman on the campaign trail and voila, a vague vision of anointed unfolded. I didn’t write in ‘21/‘22 because I was working on a bunch of offcycle—>midterms stuff and I had no time. But then I saw s4 promos and was all let’s fucking go. It’s weird and I don’t know if I’ve ever written like this before or will again, but after my initial feverish outline drafting (Kermit typewriter meme here), this whole world lived in my head and when I sat down to write, everything I put on a page was a piece that was already true somehow? I don’t know if I’m explaining it very well but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Romencken election night is a great example: I never intended to write it, half because I have war flashbacks (🤠) and half because we got a whole succession episode on that. But I knew what happened. That little trio was living in my head and informed my ideas for later stories.

even the holiday fic—which was 100% improv, I didn’t have any of those scenes drafted previously—I knew the vague outline because it was part of my thinking in my fever haze. The part I spent most time thinking about starts in January, when Mencken takes office. Those are some scenes I wrote over a year ago, with Roman and Chloe. But I knew the interim from the board vote to inauguration would be Roman having a little party girl phase, Mencken stalking him, and Roman doing his Nietzsche zen schtick. Chloe interrupting one of the times Mencken (lovingly?😵‍💫) kidnaps him would be a wake up call that pushed Roman to make a different choice—seeing the parallels in being Mencken’s secrets, being expendable to him to protect his public image, and knowing as much as Mencken cared, his ambitions would always come first. That line from Roman, that the White House is Mencken’s real wife and everyone else is just a mistress.

Oh! But, fun fact, there is one thing in the holiday fic that I truly didn’t plan

…Shiv finding out. It is literally how anointed started (a million years ago), the question of her figuring it out, and it just fit somehow where I did it. As soon as I thought about Mencken trying to protect Roman from himself using the sibs, I was like, ooo yeah, what’s that first conversation with Shiv gonna be like? What if Roman got nervous and overshared—and blammo, there it was.

By now, I think I’ve excavated about 2/3 of what’s in my head for the reality of this universe. The prospect of writing something else the length of anointed gives me a headache, but we’ll see 🤞 writing in these smaller arcs has been less overwhelming for me to face, I think.

To your last point, if you’re still with me and you haven’t passed out (and see how the universe happened? I’m a yapper): I saw this quote once about kinds of writers. Very overgeneral, sure, and I unfortunately can’t remember the source, but I like it, and it basically comes out to “there are architects and gardeners.” Architects plan everything out excruciatingly, every detail, every bit of exposition rising action crescendo and fallout. Outline dozens and dozens of pages. But a gardener is freer. They may sprinkle some seeds here and there, toss some coffee grounds and eggshells to fertilize, maybe prune a little, and see what grows.

I don’t think either style is wrong, it just depends on what works for you. And the great thing about fic is you can test the waters and see what feels right.

Obviously I did outline, but I think I might be a bastard offspring of both styles: I built a trellis and let vines grow over it. There was structure and then I sort of bloomed along it 🌺

[salternateunreality2]

MDZS aka SephZack adventures update: episodes 14-23 SHUT UP I'M AN ADULT I CAN WATCH 9 EPISODES IN A ROW IF MY BABIES ARE IN DANGER

Cough

Anyway

Spoilers...

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Zack: let's fight the tortoise of slaughter!!!!

Sephiroth: *stares in besotted wtf*

Zack: no, it'll be super cool, we can kill it and get the glory and solve the mystery and most importantly, I won't be bored waiting for Genesis to get back!

Sephiroth: *stares in besotted 'bruh, my leg is broke, you ribs is broke, we both got open wounds, we're starving to death, and you want to fight a giant tortoise'*

Zack: no really, I checked and we can't get out, so I'mma be super bored. Come onnnnnn, it'll be fun! 🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶♥️🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶

Sephiroth: ...this is going to be our entire relationship, isn't it? Ok.

Zack: YESSSSSS, after we make some weapons, I'll jump into its shell because apparently that's a thing I can do!

Sephiroth: ...ok

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The fight with the dick head (literally) Tortoise of Slaughter (solid naming decision) goes great, but Zack succumbs to the infection he undoubtedly got from SWIMMING WITH AN OPEN WOUND AND PROBABLY BROKEN RIBS, THEN RUNNING AROUND THE FESTERING INNARDS OF A TORTOISE OF SLAUGHTER.

Sure, the evil sword energy probably didn't help, and I'm sure canon is saying "um, actually" as we speak, but come on, Zack. The magic grass you packed into your boo's leg wound next to the weirdly short, unsanitary sticks was limited.

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The whole fight, Zack is battling with the evil sword miasma, and Sephiroth is making this face:

It's very cute, I am HERE for it.

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Zack: 😵

Sephiroth: 😦😦😦😦 you have a fever!!!

Salty: gee I wonder why

Zack: mmm sing me a song

Salty: how about medical treatment, such as getting you out of the wet clothes, sharing spiritual energy, prying your hands off the evil sword that made you sick...

Sephiroth: ok *sings in simp*

Zack: 🥴😵‍💫 what's that song called?

Sephiroth: Wangxian, our ship name, but I don't say it out loud so the Chinese censors are happy ❤️

Zack: ❤️😵‍💫🥴🐶❤️😵

Salty: ffs, if cuteness could cure stupidity, we wouldn't be in this situation, but as it is, keep trying to fix his stupidity/fever with adorableness, it's working for my shipping heart.

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The next [way too many] episodes:

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Then Wen Ning aka Cloud comes in clutch! Wen Ning is baby, and he is BEST BABY EVER ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🐥

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Some quick plot points:

Genesis gets degradation, Zack gets him out of it.

Gen's girlfriend helps because she's nice (?) like that.

Gen's parents die.

A war happens with zombie degradation clones.

Zack gets yeeted by the villains into a den of unmitigated horror (not Hojo's labs, but just as nasty).

Everything sucks.

I sat on the toilet to cry into my shirt, not knowing why. It was because I watched the sad thing in my room and the toilet was the only place where the sad wasn't happening. Also it took me a full several hours to realize watching a sad thing made me sad #neurodivergence #isfun #andquirky!

THEN THE BOYS GOT BACK TOGETHER FUCK YEAH!!!!!

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Sephiroth: you should probably not fuck around with this newfound angry spirit power...

Zack: remember my cute puppy face?

Sephiroth: fuck

Zack: 🐶

Sephiroth: 🥴

Genesis: STOP MAKING EYES AT EACH OTHER. FUCK OR GET TO WORK!

Angeal (btw he's alive): they are so fucking cute

Zack's sister: dude they so are ❤️

Genesis: we are at WAR

Angeal: I'm gonna be a bridesmaid

Zack's sister: GASP we should get matching outfits!

Genesis: 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

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Zack: *waits until the LAST minute to whip out his fancy angry spirit powers* Hey Idiot Poop Face, how bout that?!

Idiot Poop Face: 🤬 *chokes Zack* *it's not kinky*

Sephiroth; *is jealous anyway* *catches bb Zack as he passes out from using angry spirit powers and being choked* *my dude was like half a football field away* *then he appeared out of nowhere to catch his boo*

Salty: *clicks rewind several times because it's fucking adorable*

[nemesyaaa]

JASON TODD ?? MY BELOVED JASON TODD ? I'M FUCKING SAT 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

me after finished the story....

« because before dawn, you're gone. » ZYA WKZKDKS THIS END

NOT BUT ARGHHHH THIS IS SO REAL ??? like he's so easy to love someone like jason todd, but also so easy to hate him, but also so hard to stay with someone like him ?? this is so bittersweet like jason IS someone who want to love, who wants to be loved but he's so broken, like literally. i wish i could fix him but i swear nobody can. he's just fractured in million little piece and we couldn't do anything :((( i told you this a lot but your writings is just so beautiful ! and i think it's perfectly embrace the sadness of the character of jason todd, you pointed a lot of side of him and i can feel the arche on my heart. i'm so glad that you finally decided to write for him, and to be bold enough to post on here ! know that i will support your obx and dc stories !! CAN'T WAIT FOR THE DAMIAN FIC ??? BC HE'S ALSO MY BABY. anyways, was incredible !! ✨✨ and i'm looking for more Jason content now

Weighted to the depth of his soul, anchored by his part. Since his birth, nothing but the blanket of death envelops his life—from his mother, to his time with the Joker, to the Lazarus pit that brought his resurrection. Because even if it did bring him back to life, the innocence behind his eyes was gone. THIS BUT THIS ‼️ NOT THE WELLDONE LAZARUS REFERENCE 😵‍💫😵‍💫 it's hurts me a lot at the same time. it's so hard to write about jason without talking about the angst part

You've always known this. From the very first day you met him, Jason warned you he was damaged. At first, you assumed it to be a precaution he gave all his lovers because he didn't see himself as something worth loving. Some of that remains accurate. However, over time, you learned more about his secrets and tales and discovered his statement wasn't an exaggeration. «HE WAS DAMAGED » LEAVE MY BABY ALONE, LEAVE MY HEART ALONE. I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE 😭😭😭 JASON STORY CAN MAKE ME CRY SO EASILY. HE'S MY FAVORITE, I'M SO SENSITIVE WHEN IT COME ABOUT HIM

It's easy for you to leave, turn your heel, and exit the apartment complex without another exchange. But you don't. It's only been a few months since you last saw Jason, but you can't pretend that you don't miss him. Don't long for him every night. Don't check the news and headlines for any articles regarding Red Hood and his nefarious activities after dark. READER IS SO REAL, SHE'S ME. I AM HER. I'M CRYING 😭😭😭😭😭

"I needed you," he confesses with such rawness, you can't help but falter from the sound. Your hands clench into fists by your side, nails digging into your palms to ease the ache in your chest. ITS LIKE BEING SHOOTING IN THE HEART ??? IDK HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW....I WANT TO SCREAM SO BADLY 🫠🫠

BEFORE DAWN | Jason Todd

MASTERLIST (oneshot) | x Ex!Female Reader .ᐟ

Summary — Jason suffers from a failed mission and needs you. Word Count — 3.0k.

Content — angst, hurt/no comfort.

Zya's Notes — this is my first time writing Jason, bear with me.

Loss is a frequent echo in Jason's life.

Weighted to the depth of his soul, anchored by his part. Since his birth, nothing but the blanket of death envelops his life—from his mother, to his time with the Joker, to the Lazarus pit that brought his resurrection. Because even if it did bring him back to life, the innocence behind his eyes was gone.

You've always known this. From the very first day you met him, Jason warned you he was damaged. At first, you assumed it to be a precaution he gave all his lovers because he didn't see himself as something worth loving. Some of that remains accurate. However, over time, you learned more about his secrets and tales and discovered his statement wasn't an exaggeration.

Because it's easy to love Jason Todd.

But it's just as easy to hate him.

Kicking off his boots, Jason steps inside his apartment and disengages his helmet from his head. He sets the red mask on his shelf, maneuvering to his cabinets in search for the hardest liquors in stock.

Tonight had been a rough mission. Despite the countless lives he saved, he still couldn't rescue a child from the massacre. All he remembers is the piercing screams, the little girl's pleas for help, his hushed reassurances that he's almost there.

But he wasn't. All there was left was silence.

Jason uncaps the glass and swallows a large gulp, moving to his bedroom. He lands on his bed with a thump, a groan slipping through gritted teeth from the pain.

There had been phone calls and pings from the Batcave, where he was sure the rest of the family had found surveillance of his gruesome mission, but he didn't have the energy to answer. Louder than the rest, he hears the moronic ringtone Dick set for his number playing on a loop, like an irritating itch that refuses to die down. Ignoring them all, Jason drinks from his bottle until there's nothing but droplets left.

That's when he hears a shy creak from the front door.

His body hums with heightened nerves, not easily seduced by the copious quantities of bitter alcohol Jason tried to force down his throat. He highlights every sound echoing through his empty apartment—the leisure clicks of heels against hardwood, calculating the distance it travels—and by the time his bedroom door cracks open, you peek through.

At first, he thought he'd imagined you. That happens. A side effect of the Lazarus pit, Jason managed to control it after years of training—to distinguish between what's real and not. But it comes back on occasion. However, nothing was worse than the episode months after you broke up with Jason.

"Hi, Jay."

Jason blinks. His hallucinations never spoke. They always observed and trailed after him as a figment of his imagination, a shadow from the corner of his peripheral. But they always remained silent. Taunting, even.

That's how he knows this is real. You're really here.

He should feel a cool sense of relief wash over him. It's been months of anguish and grief from missing you and wanting you back. It didn't matter that the breakup shattered him, he knew that if he saw you again, he would welcome you back with open arms.

But none of that arrives. All that came is hurt.

"What are you doing here?" He rasps, and despite his attempt at keeping his hostility at bay, they seep out like spits of venom.

You flinch, gripping the doorknob tighter as you resist the urge to run. "Dick called me."

He huffs, "Dick's always in my business."

"Maybe it's because he cares about you."

"If he cared about me, he would've been here."

Jason's words weren't aimed at his older brother. It's a direct shot to your chest, but Jason doesn't have a speck of remorse. His eyes are bloodshot, making his irises glow, and his expression hardens into sharp lines. You'd told Dick this was a bad idea, that Jason would want nothing to do with you, but the eldest refuted that you're the only one he would be willing to listen to.

Perhaps, once upon a time. But not now.

It's easy for you to leave, turn your heel, and exit the apartment complex without another exchange. But you don't. It's only been a few months since you last saw Jason, but you can't pretend that you don't miss him. Don't long for him every night. Don't check the news and headlines for any articles regarding Red Hood and his nefarious activities after dark.

Pushing the door wider, you step into the familiar bedroom and approach Jason, each step feels heavier than the last. He eyes you carefully as if you're prey entering a trap, and you grab the bottle clung to his chest before looking at the empty content.

His hooded gaze raises, "Didn't know I was supposed to share."

You scoff, but your shoulders loosen slightly. You set the bottle down on his nightstand, grabbing his muscular arm and hauling him up from the mattress, with difficulty because of the weight of his gear. Like a practiced choreography, you unlatch his belt, to the straps around his pecs, and unload them to the closet where it's stashed for the next day.

Jason says nothing as you return to the space before him, making a conscious choice to not meet his stare. You're surprised by his lack of resistance, especially as you drag him to the nearby bathroom, flicking the light on, and setting him in front of the sink counter.

When you pull out the aid kit from under the cabinets, Jason finally breaks the unbearable silence. "You remembered."

Your breathing lulls and you sink in the memories of the past. Long nights of patching Jason up, after his encounters with criminals and felons—the whips of clashing blades and the graze of bullets on skin. You even took a medical course at Gotham College to better equip yourself on how to take care of your boyfriend.

Well, ex.

"How could I forget?" Your voice is quiet, almost indistinguishable, but Jason clings to every little word. "I was the one restocking it."

"Do you remember your training?"

"Of course I do," you say. "They don't give out As for anybody."

A faint smile breaks out across Jason's face, even if he didn't want it to, and you lift your head to discover the easygoing expression. You return with your own grin, and a moment, suspended in time, there's a place where you forget the broken status of your relationship.

Despite the rough exterior Jason tries to exert, attempting to hold you at arm's length, his eyes soften upon meeting yours, tracing your features as a way to drink you in after months of agony and separation. They linger on your lips for a moment longer than necessary, wondering if they still taste the same as before.

But as quickly as it came, it left. Jason turns away, curling his hands into fists, his jaw sharpening by the grind of his teeth. Remnants of his anger remain, pulsing, eruptive, and targeted at you. It dulls with every passing moment in your presence, but it isn't fair. You can't return exactly as you were as if you didn't add to his misery.

"Jason?"

"Just finish up," he snaps, stonewalling his emotions to keep himself safe. "I don't have all night."

You sigh. Unraveling the roll of gauze, you examine the cuts and bruises on his shoulders and forearms. It isn't too bad. Jason has always been good at protecting himself—and you—so you believed the blood soaking his shirt was mostly his opponents rather than his.

When you grab the isopropyl alcohol, the can is light. "It's empty," you murmur, setting the gauze back in the kit. Jason glances at the bottle in your hands.

"It's—"

"I know," you mumble with a nod, slipping out of the suffocating bathroom before clinically moving through your old apartment, and finding another bottle behind one of his doors. When you're about to return, you catch a whiff of lavender in the air and freeze, searching the room to find a lit candle sitting on the island in his kitchen.

Your expression softens, admiring the glass filled with wax before you make your way back to the bathroom. Jason's attention is set on your phone sitting on the counter's edge.

"Someone texted you," Jason informs, his arms crossed against his chest as his gaze drifts to your face.

"Oh," you set the bottle down as you pick up your phone, reading the message.

Jason studies your expression, wondering who it could be. He didn't check out of respect for your privacy, and he's holding his tongue from asking, but a curious thought pounds at the edge of his mind. Did you move on? He couldn't resist by then. "Who is it?"

"Tim," you answer, setting the screen face-down on the countertop. "Also, Damian. He says to 'get some rest, Todd,' and that you still owe him a match tomorrow morning."

You punctuate your sentence with a soft smile, hoping to simulate the feelings from before, but Jason doesn't return the gesture. His Adam's apple bobs in his throat, and a sting surges through his veins. "Didn't know you still kept in contact with my brothers."

"Didn't know you still kept the candle."

If Jason was surprised by your response, he doesn't reveal it. He leans against the edge of the sink, the porcelain digging into his spine as his arms remain crossed over his chest. "You were right. The aroma covers the smell of blood."

Your lips curve with surprise, your eyes brightening from his admission. "I was right?"

"Don't let it get into your head."

"I wanna hear it again."

He says your name as a scold, but you merely beam from his words. There were some suggestions you gave Jason when you lived with him—making his place less James Bond and more homey. Before you came, he tracked grim and mud into the living area, wafted a tingeing scent of copper, and covered the entire apartment in weaponry and computers. You adjusted some things, but they were accepted with reluctance, and you hadn't expect Jason to keep any when you left.

Jason mirrors a gentle smile on his face as he watches the excitement radiate from you, reminding him of an easier time. That's how the start of your relationship felt—giddily, charming, and loveable.

"Your turn," Jason declares, uncrossing his arms and returning them to his side.

"There's not much to say." You admit somberly. "I keep in touch to make sure everything's okay."

"With everyone?"

"Dick, Tim, Damian..." You trail off, contemplating adding the last member. "And Bruce."

You study Jason's face as he absorbs the information, but nothing helps you identify his emotions. That's one of the difficult things about being with Jason. He never reveals his true emotions to you, always making you guess his thoughts. He doesn't tell you when he's hurt, or angry, or happy, because he keeps it all to himself.

At first, it didn't bother you, because you knew he didn't trust easily. But, sometimes, it feels like he didn't trust you at all.

You can't bring yourself to ask, to beg him to talk, so you go back to helping him with his wounds. In the silence, you clean the cuts, layering a thin layer of ointment cream over the scars, and bandage him up. By the time you're done, Jason remains as quiet as he was before.

That's truly all Dick asked you to do. He couldn't get into contact with Jason, and knowing an unannounced visit from Nightwing would do nothing but provoke an argument, he thought to ask you to check-in. To make sure he isn't beating himself up over the loss in his mission.

You didn't have to clean him up. Take off his gears. Make sure he isn't hurt. But you did.

As you make your way out of the bathroom, you glance at the exit. Jason can return to his bed on his own two feet, and as you're about to bid a polite farewell, Jason cuts you off.

"Why didn't you ever check up on me?"

The question startles you. Turning to see him exit from the bathroom, Jason stops a couple feet away from the bed, keeping a safe distance from you. His gaze never wavers.

"Jason..." You swallow a bile forming in your throat. You didn't want to give him some pseudo-bullshit to comfort him. He has always appreciated the truth. "We were broken up."

He huffs, "Which was something I didn't want."

"I know."

"It destroyed me,"

"I know,"

"I needed you," he confesses with such rawness, you can't help but falter from the sound. Your hands clench into fists by your side, nails digging into your palms to ease the ache in your chest.

"I..." You stammer. "It was hard for me. Being your girlfriend."

The good has always been good; euphoric and phenomenal. But the bad had been bad; miserable and troublesome. You couldn't handle the whiplash of emotions, of being pulled to absolute highs one night to being dragged to complete lows. It was too much for your little heart.

"I love you, and I'll always will, but I just... It was hard."

Jason stares at you, and behind his strong demeanor, something cracks behind the armor. He swallows thickly, his mind running a hundred miles an hour trying to rationalize your confession. "Did you... did you move on?"

"Jay..."

"No, I don't want that," he asserts, despite knowing a positive answer would wreck him, "I want to hear it. Was it easy to forget about me?"

"Jason, please," you beg, throbbing pain eliciting from your clenched palms as tears crowd your vision. "It took everything of me to step inside your apartment. To see you. When Dick called me, I truly didn't want to go, but he said you needed me."

His breathing slows. Pieces forming together. "And you came."

You nod once. "And I came."

He says nothing, his chest rising and falling with unsteady beats, and you can't help but take this as an opportunity to bid a formal farewell. You can't take it. But just before you can take two steps towards the bedroom door, Jason calls out with a rough voice. "Stay."

It takes everything of him to say that. Vulnerability seeps into the very crevices of his words, to his dark eyes, waiting for your answer—waiting for you to deny him. "I'm... I'm not asking for anything else. I don't expect anything. But I need you tonight."

Your eyes soften. You know how hard is for Jason to talk about his emotions, about his needs. You know it isn't good for you, every rational bone in your body telling you to leave, but you resist against them. Extending your hand, Jason doesn't hesitate to take it into his palm, pulling you into the bed.

It's so easy. You slip under the covers, crawling over to Jason's side as you lay your head on his chest, laminating the irregular beats of his heart. His arm settles around your waist, brushing against your thin tee, in an act so endearing, so natural, it's almost forgotten that this is the first intimate touch in months.

It hurts to be around Jason. To remember the good times. To recount the worst. His breathing remains unsteady—not because there's any damage to his lungs, but because that too is a side effect of the Lazarus pit. When you first dated him, you thought every night's rest was his last.

It causes you to tighten your grip around his torso, needing to keep him real. Alive. Your breathing becomes steady when you feel his hand glide over your skin in soothing strokes.

"I thought you hated me," Jason admits after a long stretch of silence.

"I could never hate you," you whisper. "That's not possible."

"You left me."

You don't answer that. Abandonment can be constituted as hate in Jason's world and there's nothing you can say to make him believe differently. Lifting your head from his chest, your eyes wash over his relaxed features. The fluff of white hair in the mass of dark roots, the gentle slope of his cheekbones, jaw, and the crooked outline of his nose. It's as if you're trying to commit to memory all the changes that have happened since you've been gone.

"I'm here now."

Jason nods and you return back to your previous position. It's always been difficult for him to find his slumber, but he manages to find it easy with your presence.

But as he falls asleep, you can't seem to follow him. For a moment, you wonder why everything was such a problem. Why couldn't you have stayed in this relationship if the both of you brought to each other a sense of peace no one else can encapsulate? But, then you remember.

It's the mornings. The morning after every bad mission, every disaster under the domain of Red Hood. Jason would return to the streets, becoming more reckless, vicious, and death-prone than ever before to make up for the loss he had the previous night.

And it killed you. Sitting in this apartment, obsessively checking for any articles about how Red Hood finally struck his last time. Even though Jason may have been raised from the dead, given the opportunity of a second chance, he lives his life as if it's his first.

Jason goes out into the world believing he's invincible. And maybe he is. Maybe he can beat death once again. And again. And again. But you can't sit around and watch. Because every night, every day spent wondering if he is hurt, if whether he's going to walk through the front door, kills you.

So, by morning, when the sun filters through his blinds and a warm ray lands on Jason's scarred and healing skin, his muscles throbs with pain, and his head pounding with a mild case of hangover, he slowly opens his eyes one by one.

And he remembers. He remembers everything the night before. How you came. How you stayed. And when his hand drifts to the place on his chest, to find any remnant of you, he discovers nothing but the wisps of air.

Because before dawn, you're gone.

[1d1195]

Bestie I had to search my email for the answer to the personality quiz because i took it YEARS ago lol The email said INFJ-T but then I decided to take it again because I think i have changed a bit since then lol The one I took today, i got INFP-T which is the "mediator". I think in some ways most teachers having an extroverted personality makes sense in my head lol In my head it also makes sense that might would be an ambivert but then again idk lol And i Use to LOVE those buzzfeed quizzes! I have a vivid memory of taking those quizzes with friends on the school bus ride back home in middle school lol

Your bf may have a point bc it's pretty common that when parents want to be "friends" instead of "parents" with their kids it mainly stems from other issues which then their kids are exposed to that. BUT I AM IN NO WAY DISSING YOUR MOM! literally being a parent is hard and that's just a generalization and very simplified version from what i've studied!

It's okay! I dont think any less of you or anything negative like that! Some people just don't get too much exposure with other cultures and that's okay as long as you are respectful, questions are always good to ask! Especially with Latinx/Hispanic cultures, they often get clumped together but there's a lot of diversity within those too! Ngl i BAWLED my eyes out Coco when it came out and I saw it in theaters with my parents and they cried too lol But its a yearly rewatch just to cry lol especially since my family actually celebrates the day of the dead it's in some ways therapeutic lol and I've never seen Encanto but i have seen clips and generational trauma is REAL so i understand how people found it so appealing, plus the songs were catchy lol And don't worry about unloading! At least for me, if it got too much I would tell you and I feel comfortable to do so because I know you wouldn't do anything with negative intention!

i will be SAT when you get to TA Harry! my TA is just SO AHHH like idk something about his vibe is something! Like he exudes confidence but not in a way where he's a jerk! plus bestie... HE HAS A SLEEVE OF TATTOOS! he wore a short sleeve today and ugh😵‍💫 I was going crazy in my head! i HIGHLY recommend going to a drag show! i love the drag scene! I think you would probably enjoy a nice drag brunch since those are mainly not in clubs or late at night lol But i do get not wanting to do too much when it's not needed lol like I DONT BLAME YOU!

BAHAH A COUPON! i kind of love thinking of it like that now! And my week is going okay! I went to the bookstore on campus today and got one of those "blind date" with a book so that was fun! I hope your week is going good!! ILY SO MUCH!! thank you for always taking the time to read my messages and responding 😭-💜

I so had a feeling we'd be similar!!! INFJ/INFP either way. I know there's a distinction but four out of five is pretty normal.

No my mom is def one of my best friends and that comes with good and bad. My mom relies heavily on me emotionally and kind of physically. My dad's in rough shape and my sister is also one of my bff's but she's useless when it comes to family stuff. Do you have siblings? I think you said you were an eldest daughter (but I totally could have made that up).

Okay long-winded thing that I talked about with my sister the other day, here we go: I saw this thing that said "you're only remembered for three generations." I thought that was so devastating and tragic because I hardly know my great-grandparents and I know NOTHING about anyone before them. I think I said to my sister word-for-word: "ya know, Day of the Dead is where it's at. That's how you're remembered that is the nicest, sweetest way to remember your family, your heritage." Like I'm really into my ancestry and I want to know more (but there's really not much about us--bunch of European peasants more than likely HAHAHAHAHA). But part of me wants to write an autobiography (it would probs be the MOST boring biography in the history of the world). It just seems sad to me that after a few generations I'll be forgotten, through no one's fault or anything. It's not like I'll be a famous politician or celebrity or a composer. It's just so wild. Anyway, all of this to say I think Day of the Dead is SO nice and cool (also it kicks of my b-day month) But I would love to learn more about your culture if you'd like to share! 💕

A SLEEVE OF TATTOOS OKAY SAY LESS 😍🤤 I'd melt. TA-Harry is writing itself! I have a thing about forearms--not like in a WEIRD way just like okay what was the reason for someone's forearm to look sexy? Like how does that work. There might just be something wrong with my brain.

OMG I've never tried a blind-date with a book! I love it! That sounds like so much fun! Let me know how you like!

LOVE YOU!

xoxo

[ddejavvu]

oh mother of fuck u have no idea how out of place it feels sending u something about nsfw but ik that u do that here so im sending u this (my apologies😀) & running away 🏃‍♀️🏃🏃‍♂️

but i think a concept thats kinda funny kinda spicy is hotch & bau reader having a professional relationship surface level, but under that hotch having like.,,., a embarrassingly large crush on them and one night just,,, j🅰️ckin 0ff to the thought of them and then struggling to make eye contact with them the next day at work cause the night before is all he can thing abt lmfao 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

baby don't feel out of place i literally get the horniest shit in my inbox every single day

this post is 18+, minors dni.

"Come in." Aaron's brow furrowed as his fingers tightened slightly around the pen in his grasp. He hadn't remembered calling anyone in to see him.

The door to his office cracks open, creaking slightly on the hinges as you make yourself known, "Sorry to interrupt, sir. I was wondering if we could go over my performance review earlier than we'd planned?"

Right. Your performance review. It was scheduled for three in the afternoon, but here you were at 9AM.

"I suppose so." Aaron felt something stirring below his gut as you turned to shut the door behind you, your pants shifting around the globes of your ass. He'd imagined squeezing that same flesh just last night, imagined how each curve would feel while they were squeezing his cock.

He'd been so lost in thought that you'd settled into your chair in front of his desk without him noticing, and his stationary eyeline just happened to be right where your neckline landed when you sat. Your shirt was low-cut, still professional, but definitely not a turtleneck. It gave him the slightest hint of cleavage, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants, stirring to life.

"Are you sure this is okay?" You ask, as he clears his throat, shuffling through papers to find your files.

"It's fine, Y/L/N." He dismisses, sending you his version of a smile, "You saved me from having to do more paperwork."

You let out a sympathetic giggle at that, settling back into your chair as he shuffles through the papers.

"Well I'm sure you know we've had minimal issues with you," He glances teasingly over the stack of papers, "There's not many problems here to discuss."

"Sir, if you're going to bring up the time I sassed that detective," You start, bringing a thumb up between your lips as you gnaw on the nail there, "I sent a formal apology to their department and it was cleared, I promise it won't happen again."

Aaron's eyes trail your movements, the way that your soft, plump lips bend under the weight of your thumb. Your teeth show as they scrape against your nail, and your voice comes out muffled as it moves around the finger in your mouth.

You take his silence for sternness, and nervousness brews in the pit of your belly, "I'm very sorry, sir, I know it was unprofessional."

He blinks, snaps out of it, and realizes he's hard beneath the desk. He scoots forwards slightly, locking eyes with you again and shaking his head, "It's fine. I hate to fuel your fire but he deserved it. Just try not to do it again."

"What if I do it again and just don't get caught?" You raise an eyebrow cockily, leaning forward to joke with him. The sight makes his stomach bottom out, and he feels the urge to lean forwards, not back like he should.

"As long as I don't have to deal with it, that's fine." He lets himself laugh, delighting in the soft smile it spreads over your face, your eyes crinkling at the edges, "You're a good agent, Y/L/N, I'm glad you're with us."

"Me too." You beam at him warmly, "Thank you, Hotch."

He wants to correct you. Aaron, he thinks, you can call me Aaron, hell, he'd let you call him daddy if you really wanted to, but he stays silent, only nodding with a kind smile on his lips.

"Do you want me to send Prentiss in now?" You stand, taking the papers he hands towards you over the desk. He deliberates, he knows she's next in line for a review, but his pants are tight and he's gripping the arm of his chair so hard his knuckles are turning white, so he shakes his head, "Not quite yet. I'll get her in a little while, I just need to finish first."

He gestures towards the paperwork he'd been working on when you came in, but he knows damn well he needs to finish, not finish. You nod cheerily at him, bidding him a good day. It's a sentiment that he returns, and he watches with rapt attention as you shut the door to his office and race down the steps, a bounce in your step that makes your chest shake.

He keeps paperwork held conveniently by his side that just so happens to cover the bulge in his pants as he closes the blinds to his office. He's sure Rossi will understand the correlation between you leaving and Aaron shutting himself in, but right now he doesn't care, all he cares about is fucking his fist hard enough to pretend it's your cunt.

[formulaonedirection]

saw ur man princessified himself for you, no really I'm sooo jealous happy for you

He literally confirmed to everyone that he was indeed principessa this whole time I'm sat here like 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 i'm truly #blessed he's sOOOOOOOOooooeewww babygirl like I want to yell in the streets about it

[gingerbreadmonsters]

Oh my God. I just wanted to tell you how absolutely amazing the milo fic you wrote is. I sat here and I could see the memory like it was happening in front of me because your use of imagery was amazing and I screamed at the end when I could feel the love and fear in milo. Also your american english was perfect and read normally.

😵‍💫🤯😍 you have to stop this i'll CRY

i'm so SO happy you enjoyed it!! i think everyone deserves an ice cream date with milo and i'm glad it came across - it took me ages to sort out the bit with the heart messages! i spent literal HOURS staring at photos of sweethearts on google images to try and figure out what the actual text is, because there's no publicly available list that i could find 😠😠 and then i had to make them appear in an order that was close enough to a sentence, but that also fitted what was going on at the time....... yikes

(it was worth it, though, when i got to do the "...and begs you wordlessly to BE...." bit 🥰)

(plus the bit where sweetheart says "you want me in your mouth that badly, milo greer?" i still think it comes off as the waitress saying that?? which is absolutely not what is happening, but i couldn't think of another way to make that sentence work so i just left it lmao)

oh milo my tragic beloved... in my mind, milo is a very honest, sincere type of person, who feels things very deeply - he knows that what he feels for sweetheart is real and true and precious, but he doesn't want to scare them away or force them into something they don't understand. i love the concept of shifters' mates as satiation, satisfaction, fulfilment - he knows that they're everything he loves and needs, but he couldn't bear it if he were to screw it up......

tldr: sweetheart and milo are the ultimate couple and i adore them greatly

AMERICAN ENGLISH HNNNNNG i have not really encountered this issue before! literally everyone i've ever written for has fallen into one or more of the following categories

not been voiced in english before

been originally voiced in japanese and therefore can be converted straight to british english

had a very middle-of-the-road american accent that didn't take much getting used to

is a demon that doesn't originate on the human plane of existence and will therefore speak however i want him to

but i'm relieved that it sounds ok!! it was fun to try just as a bit of a challenge, and i think it helped me get a better handle on milo as a character too :)

[grasslandgirl]

lantern, crow, amber 0.0

ilu ilu ilu mwah

lantern - how did you meet your best friend? What were your first impressions of each other?

i am lucky enough to be blessed with so many best friends in my life that i cannot choose between so i'm gonna try to quickly and briefly summarize the four i am closest to at the moment (so much love to all my other dear beloved friends if i talked about all the people i count as best friends i'd be here all week <3333)

jamie- had a bunch of friends in common and stared talking eventually after following each other on here, and then really got close when we both wrote for the d20bb last year and they helped me power through and finish it ksjfvnkfjb and we just clicked and didn't stop talking <3

k (irl friend)- literally ive known her since kindergarten and i dont really remember my first impression of her but we got close for the first time in the third grade when we were in the same class <3 and then i imprinted on her like a baby duck in middle school when all my other friends dropped me 😵‍💫 and now she's stuck w me forever

shy (irl friend)- we had friends in common freshman year but didnt really become friends until sophomore year when we ended up in a class together and sat at a table together and got on like a house on fire almost immediately (its a miracle our teacher didnt separate us bc we did not stop talking and giggling to each other the rest of the year)

casey (thats you 😳)- we were in the same av discord for a long time (which i didnt realize for an EMBARRASSINGLY long time bc your discord @ is a nickname i didnt know whoops) but we didn't start talking one on one until i started watching d20 and saw you blogging about fh when i was in the middle of watching fh1 for the first time and i barged into ur dms desperate for someone to talk to about d20 and you were lovely enough to let me talk <3 and i have never stopped <3 and the rest is history mwah i adore u

crow - which school subject do you wish you had an aptitude for?

i was worst at math and science in school but also. didnt really have much of a desire or personal interest in those subjects lmao

amber - share an unpopular opinion that you may have.

uhhhh. mint choc ice cream is bad (sorry not sorry)

ask me autumnal asks from this list!!

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

This fic has had me in a death grip ALL DAY! I’ve literally just sat here reading in between working and I’ve been so hooked. It has everything, the mind games, the passion, the angst, the smut 🥰😵‍💫🥰😵‍💫

Like the whole thing has had me enthralled, but I actually squealed reading

That's when you know all the answers to your questions. "You're alone now, aren't you?"

"Shut up." He says through gritted teeth. "I'm not alone. You're here. You're mine. You can't leave me, ever."

The words leave your lips and they haunt you the same way they must haunt him, "if that's true, then you were never going to kill me. You'd rather die by my hand then end up alone again. That's why you're doing this.

The hold they have on each other is so hot and scary and ugh 🥵 it does things to me

Chapter Six: Never Make A Deal With The Devil | Series: Lesson Learned

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader

AO3 Crosspost: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40653303

Rating: Explicit, readers are advised to read the warnings below before proceeding.

Series Warnings (in no particular order): Porn with Plot, Dark!Din Djarin, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Extremely Dubious Consent, Hate Sex, Master/Slave Relationship, Knife Play, BDSM, Rough Sex, Genuine Fear, Sexual Coercion, Power Play, Degradation, Face Slapping, Spanking, Choking, Gagging, Enemies to Lovers, Possessive Behavior, Spit, Forced Orgasms, Hair Pulling, Multiple Orgasms, Threats of Violence, References to Death/Suicide, Stockholm Syndrome, Emotional Manipulation, Book of Boba Fett Spoilers

Chapter Summary: The Mandalorian has made you his and…he should be happy. Is he though? It’s difficult to tell. He doesn’t really understand why you’re so closed off now but he knows he has to try to figure it out before he loses you again…

Word Count: 11.3k+

***This chapter is part of my Lesson Learned series, if you haven’t read the other chapters, go to the series masterlist: here!***

A/N: As always, please read ALL the warnings before proceeding: LOTS of angst and feelings, some domestic fluff/comfort, threats of death/murder, mentions of suicide, fear/peril, spanking, choking, mild injury, knife play, stockholm syndrome/villain sympathizer, drug mention, blackmail

I promised a lighter chapter, but did I uphold my promise? I guess you’ll have to read and see… ~ ♡

What is normal anymore? Your life hasn’t been normal…well, ever. But especially not under the watchful eye of the Mandalorian, who now owns you in a way you have yet to fully process.

Will you ever be normal again? It doesn’t seem like such a thing is possible anymore.

Keep reading

[jayflrt]

i actually have nothing planned for the weekend but one sunday i have to write the fucking college admission exam and i didn't study shit.

i have to completely study 15 math chapters, 4 physics chapters and 5 chemistry chapters and no bio because i'm taking engineering and i'm literally scared whether i'll pass the exam or not!! 😭

i just wished i concentrated on studies and i regret that now and my grades dropped down so much too <//3

i actually love the idea of how hatred is turned into love through enemies and lovers and i totally agree with you!! i am wishing for my grade 10th to complete fast so that i can get my life back together and just start over my life with new college 🥲

and the thing with my friendship— i think i don't have friends because i rlly don't know how to talk, lmao. i mean even talking with my friend who ik for 7yrs, made me feel better. she made feel good and she was the only engene friend and bestie i have at school, jsjsjsjs.

i have a friend who i know for 10 years, this 2022 will make it 10 yrs for us. she left my when she was 5th grade and she was my best friend till 5th grade, i actually met her when i first joined the school and i sat beside her on the first day and i still remember how i showed off my calligraphy skills and everyone was impressed!!

and then after 5th to 6th, i had another friend and even she left me and joined with other people and didn't even care to wish me a birthday this year when i came to school 🥲✊🏻 and same happened when i was 8th, 9th and now 10th i have no friends actually </3

for this year college, i'm actually hoping to make some guy friends (because i never had one 😌) and other friends too. i hope this year will be as good as i dreamt of, peaceful and lucky.

i hope you will have a good weekend too, akka. i will definitely visit chennai and travel more places, so don't you worry </3

guessing that i might go on a hiatus this month because i have a lot to prepare and i need to study too and i need a lot of time to study and i'm thinking of not seeing or watching any content which makes me distracted, i.e kpop, tumblr, snapchat, etc and etc. you just wish me a good luck for my college admission exam this week, i'll definitely get good marks for you!!!

thank you and good night akka <3

—🦔

omg good luck with your admission essay !!! you got this ♡ TRY TO GET THAT STUDYING IN 😭😭 you have until sunday right?? :o engineering is p difficult but you can do it !! and dw it’s normal to have regrets from school but what you can do now is push yourself and do the best you can :’)) it will all work out in the end 🥰💕

i think i like enemies to lovers in a bickering friends/rivals sort of way !! :o if it was an actual enemy who had forsaken me in the past idk if i could find it in me to fall in love 😵‍💫 logistically !!! but fanfic wise it’s cute HAHAH but omg best of luck !! 💞 when does 10th end for you ??

but you have your two friends that you’ve had for 7 and 10 years !!! that’s such a long time it’s so nice you were able to maintain that 🤧💓 and they say that a few rlly close friends can be nicer than a bunch of friends you’re not super close to ♡ also omg she didn’t wish you ? :((( it sucks how ppl distance themselves i’m so sorry love <//3

ah yes i hope you make a lot of friends in college !!!! :’)) i’m sure you’ll be doing great out there 🥰🥰 pls idk why i’m so negligent of my guy friends but i prefer our friend group having girls nights rather than kickbacks with everyone 😭🤧 sorry boys </3

also take all the time you need anon !!! i’ll be waiting here for you when you’re back and your admission exam is over 💖 i wish you all the best and hope for the best results :)) and i hope you have a great day/night as well !!! thank you love 🥰🌸