#its like the 'and there was only one bed' trope but if it fucking sucked

[bluejaybytes]

show us your oc lore!!

I'm so sorry but it's exclusively my Splatoon OCs

I'm not at ALL confident in how legible this is, but this is my Web Of Lesbianism(tm), AKA how (almost) all of my lesbian sploon OCs connect to each other, excluding a few who only connect in small places and/or I don't feel like making icons for. Sorry to Scarlet, who absolutely warrants a place here, but I simply Do Not Want to make an icon for </3

Lore under the readmore because I get extremely rambly. whoops and apologies and this is probably the only time i'll ever let myself get THIS infodump-y in a Tumblr post. I'm writing this after I wrote it all out and I'm so fucking sorry it's literally over 2k words because I have no ability to stop once I've started and I've been outright POSSESSED by these losers for the past month. Here's basically everything about my Splatoon OCs

FOR NAMES. Top right is Basil (Blue tentacles), middle right is Penny (Her name is just written because I haven't drawn her yet), bottom right is June (Pink tentacles), bottom middle is Jake (Blue tentacles), bottom left is Parker (Purple tentacles, also the sanitized icon), middle left is Ruby (Orange tentacles), and top left is May (Pink tentacles)

Everything starts when May, Jake, and Ruby are all around ~16-17, while June, May's little sister, is around ~9. May is VERY into Jake, and Jake's just generally a big flirt and a huge romantic, though it's unsure if he really realizes May's extremely obvious crush on him (He doesn't), or he reciprocates, which is unfortunate, because Ruby, who's May's childhood best friend, is also very into her, but May doesn't realize this. When [UNDECIDED EVENT] happens and May and Jake both come to the realization they need to head to the surface to escape the oppressive Octarian domes, Ruby being with them is very clearly an afterthought, and she knows it. So, her jealousy over Jake being someone May has known for less time yet clearly loves more than her, and the fact that trying to escape being very, very illegal, she turns them both in.

Jake manages to call May before he's caught to warn her that Ruby turned them in and the cops will already be heading to her parents house, which gives May enough time to run home, grab June, and make a run for it. Both May and Jake manage to outrun the cops, with May and June ending up far into the outskirts of the domes, while Jake only gets further and deeper within them.

Around a month or two after their initial escape, May's spotted by a patrol of soldiers stationed right around the way to the surface, with the soldier who spots her specifically being Scarlet, the oldest sister to Ruby (Who's not featured here because I don't want to make her icon), who remembers May from when she was a kid and, alongside that, has been feeling disillusioned with life as a soldier, despite her high ranking, and decides not only to let May go, but to even share rations with her. This only increases as Scarlet realizes May is the runaway who's known to have a young child with her, and it goes from Scarlet sparing her own rations to stealing rations from the squad she leads to make sure both May and June are able to eat properly.

Of course, this doesn't last long, as Crimson, the middle sister to Scarlet and Ruby, and fellow soldier stationed with Scarlet's squad, gets suspicious of the missing rations, Scarlet's dismissal of the issue, and her wandering off frequently, and ends up following her and finds her giving the stolen rations to May. A fight breaks out between the two, with Crimson managing to nearly take Scarlet's eye out in the process, as Scarlet's the only person ever to bring a gun to a knife fight and lose. May booked it the MOMENT Crimson jumped out, so she's long gone by the time the scuffle ends, but Scarlet, having just been caught stealing rations, aiding a runaway, and now attacking a fellow soldier (Even if in self defense), bolts to try and make it to the surface as well, albeit she doesn't know where May ran off to.

May ends up making it to the surface around a month after that incident, after wandering lost for the time between, and, while struggling to try and buy some clothes thanks to the language barrier between her and the commonly spoken languages of the surface, one of the employees working there, Penny, is able to help figure out what May's looking for, and helps her with the whole process, since it's a lot different from how it was in the domes. They don't end up seeing each other after that for around a year, but it's important when they do, as Penny's was the first person on the surface May really had a good experience with, so when they randomly run into each other, May's very happy to be able to tell her how meaningful that was to her, and that she's much more adjusted to the culture and language now.

Meanwhile, Jake! Jake ends up wandering deep within the domes, far away from where the actual settlements and cities are, for over a year, just barely surviving through scavenging and avoiding patrolling soldiers. Still, he's not great at it, and eventually he ends up being held at gunpoint by Parker, who insists he tell her his rank and what he's doing out here. He has no idea, as he was never in the military and lies through his teeth. Luckily for him, Parker is a military deserter, and would've had a much worse reaction had she believed him, instead realizing that he's not a soldier and has no idea what he's talking about. Parker's been hiding out in the area, an abandoned sewer system that's frequented as a supply route for soldiers, for several months at this point, and while she actually enjoys her life of living down there, it's a lot of work to survive on her own, and realizing Jake's a fugitive also means he's a potential survival partner.

The two end up meeting up once every day for around a week before Parker feels confident enough that Jake isn't going to screw her over or try and turn her in or anything, and invites him to live with her at her "apartment", an old maintenance closet that's very secluded and not marked on any military maps, under the agreement that the two of them actually work together. Jake instantly agrees because he's been miserable and awful for the past year, while Parker's doing surprisingly well for herself, she even has multiple sets of clothes that she's stolen from nearby outposts (As well as an entire mattress she stole, and her most prized possession, a full deck of playing cards, and an Octo Shot she definitely killed a man for), as opposed to Jake, who's been going off of only what he had on him when everything went down, which is... practically nothing.

The plot basically slows down and chills out here for a while, May and June end up moving in with Penny after a few months of May and Penny hanging out instead of having to live in the shitty motel they'd been living in before (Albeit, the motel was better than the wilds they'd been living in before that), and Parker and Jake get adjusted to their lives in hiding surprisingly well. May and Scarlet even find each other on the surface again, they run into each other while May's out grocery shopping, and it's a very important moment for the both of them, as they've spent this entire time carrying around the guilt of feeling responsible for what happened, so them seeing the other and seeing how much better they're doing on the surface helps ease those guilts.

And then the events of Octo Expansion happen in the background. Parker and Jake know the routines of the soldiers in the area after years of living together, but the supply lines end up being used by sanitized Octoling soldiers after Kamabo starts massively ramping up production, leading to patrols of sanitized soldiers at seemingly random intervals, and outside of the predictable patterns that Parker and Jake were used to. Parker's out doing the laundry when a patrol finds her, and, greatly outnumbering her, end up nearly killing her, and dragging her back to be sanitized. She's in too bad of condition to be saved and reused as a test subject, so she's just sanitized instead.

Jake, naturally, notices when Parker never comes back from doing the laundry, and proceeds to be missing for upwards of two weeks. Jake does his best to look for her, but he also doesn't want to stray too far from their "apartment", as he's scared she might return home when he's gone, and with the unpredictable patrols, he doesn't feel like it's safe to stay out for as long as he wants to to look for her, so he ends up sticking close to home and just hoping he'll be able to find some clue of her. Of course, when he finally does, finally spotting her hanging around the entrance to the hallways that lead to their apartment, it's Not a good thing. He runs up to her to ask where she's been, and the moment he calls for her she turns and attacks him. It's not even a fair fight, even if he went in expecting a fight, he wouldn't have won, but this was a complete surprise. She quickly attacks him and takes him back to be put into the metro as a test subject, and, since he was brought back in much better shape than she was, he actually can be salvaged as a test subject!

And then he isn't. He's in the process of being readied as a test subject, namely, having his memories messed with, that the entire plot of Octo Expansion actually happens, and he's freed when the entire facility shuts down, and the metro is just a normal transport system again. He ends up wandering around for another month or so, except doing so very poorly, as the effects that being prepped to be a test subject had on his memory is bad, and basically erased all of his knowledge on how to survive on his own. Eventually, and luckily for him, he's found by one of the rescue teams that have been sent out in the aftermath of Octo Expansion to rescue lost and sanitized Octolings, and FINALLY gets brought to the surface, as well as being hospitalized for a whole myriad of problems, mainly being severely dehydrated from not remembering safe ways to find and gather water reliably.

When he's ready to be discharged, he realizes he has really nowhere to go, but since he still remembers May's phone number from when they were kids (As it's been years at this point, May and Jake are both in their mid 20s now, and June's around ~17), and calls her to ask if she can come pick him up and also if he can crash at her place for a bit. May is more than a bit surprised that her childhood friend she was fairly convinced had died years ago, and that she feels guilty for abandoning, is not only still alive, but super casual and chill just. Calling her cell and asking if he can sleep on her couch. At this point, June's already moved out, having been encouraged by both May and Penny to get out on her own and try getting out of her comfort zone, and is living in Splatsville with her roommate Basil, and not really having any major plot moments of her own. She's having fun and coming out of her shell and having silly lesbian shenanigans with her roommate in the background while Jake and May are experiencing the horrors.

Ultimately, this is about where thing stop being decided and I still need to figure out what happens next. Jake is living on May and Penny's couch (The universe will never let them have their house to themselves. Not even 3 months after June moves out, Jake's crashing on their couch), and has no memory of his time with Parker, Parker's MIA and potentially dead, and May's struggling with the idea that Jake's either in denial of some major trauma he must've faced through the years, or that she's somehow uniquely fucked up from what happened to them. To make matters worse, Jake's memory issues become more and more apparent, as he continues to struggle to remember Penny's name, instead repeatedly calling her "Parker", yet getting confused when he's corrected. I'm ultimately unsure what I'm going to do to resolve this plot thread, but May and Penny do realize that whoever Parker was, she was someone Jake knew in the time he was missing, and are trying to figure out just exactly who she was, if not where she actually is

Whether or not Parker is dead... it's up in the air. I initially planned for her to die and stay dead, but I'm the worlds biggest sap and I feel bad about killing her off permanently, as well as the fact I have plenty of silly ideas for what I could do with Parker once she's on the surface, so I'm still debating if it's more narratively satisfying for her to die or not. There's, if you believe it, actually a ton I'm glossing over (The intricacies of Jake and Parker's dynamic, the reasons why Parker left, basically everything about Basil and June, literally Basil has an entire friend group that has their own mini-plot that's not at all connected to this and doesn't get mentioned, Crimson is going to be more relevant once I figure out what I want to do with her, ect), but uh. That's the very long gist of it.

If anyone actually, genuinely reads through all of this. Thank you, apologies, and I love you

[merakidoll]

— age gap / best friend’s mom trope

connie was guilty for many things. having a love for quick things, like the way of living, or money. he was guilty of having such an strong love for fast cars, and dying his hair. but he had never thought to add falling for his best friend’s mom on the list.

neither knew how they had grown to like one another other so much. how they grew desperate for each other’s company, or touches. even kisses, and god did they love that. they both had voices screaming to stop- how this would turn out to be a terrible situation. voices that told you the age gap was too much, he wasn’t ready for things that you were. but he always proved you wrong.

now you layed in a heart shaped bed, in the never sleeping Las Vegas where you both had just shared i do. one step closer to connie being adamant on filling you with his seed. his daughter.

“take s-some outuhhh!” you gritted through your teeth pushing at the tattooed abdomen. your cunt clenched around him, cream falling out of you at just the sight of the red ink tattoo with your name right where the thing that kept him living beat. “you got it. your a big girl mama” fully entering you with one stern pump, he sat still using the pad of his thumb and swiping your red lipstick lips before kissing you hard.

hunger was behind the kiss. it was so powerful that you couldn’t help but moan, his lips sucking on your tongue then pulling back quickly with heavy breaths. you two just started into each other eyes, no words but loving looks- all until connie abruptly put two fingers in your mouth and started to fuck you hard.

“s-suck em. show me how you suck on my dick” he watched your every move throwing his head back when your tongue swirled around the tattooed digets, spit dripping down his knuckles. “mmm just like fuckin that” he praised you, balls slapping against your ass and fingers going deeper into your mouth until her heard your gags.

the roughness did something to your body, it drove you wild so mucb that you began to bob your head, spit gather in the bands of your new commitment of till death do you part. “y-your mine, shit m-maaa!” you stared at how he was starting to slow down, his hips never stoping its speed but just growing sloppy from him being close.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head clenching around one good time before your squirt got all over connie. he was slowly losing the toughness, your pussy only getting wetter and tighter that he had to quickly romve his fingers and stuff his face into your neck, whining from how good everything was feeling.

his pierced - sensitive nipples rubbing against your hot skin making him sigh from shock. his cock let out ropes upon ropes of seamen, that was for sure impregnating you. while all of that was happening, your rubbed your now husband giving his soft loving kisses. so often containing a moan from how full you were feeling.

[eelnoise]

'kiss me forever till my lips part together, hold me so close till you devour my sweater, touch me so softly and caress me so gentle, love city baby, let me be your adventure' and Ace possibly? Prefer smut. but sfw is fine, too!

aww i love him sm, i'm so glad you asked for this combo!! i had a great time writing this, ace is just so cute and i picture him as kinda obsessed w/ u here but its all out of adoration. hope you enjoy! also two fluffy bedroom fics in one day? please forgive ya girl loves a trope! ace x gn!reader (!) c/w: smut, morning sex, loving sex, piv, spooning, creampie, flufffff, ace loves you sm.

“Hold up, firefly,” a raspy, tired voice murmurs out before a, rather warm, grip tightens around your forearm, foiling your attempt at retreat. You’re not upset that he caught you, though you huff in faux annoyance regardless just to tease him. “Who said you could get outta bed yet?”

“Ace, I’m hungry!” you whine, shrugging your shoulders and tilting your head around toward him with big, pleading eyes, your expression crossing into a frown when you see that his eyes aren’t even open as he’s talking to you.

Your attempt at charm fails anyway when you’re pulled back into his chest, one arm lazily draping over your side. “That’s too bad, sweetheart. I’m still tired,” Ace yawns, leaning his head forward and nuzzling his face into your hair like a kitten. “Besides, nothin’ to do today anyway. Jus’ stay with me for a little while.” 

You curl in close at his side, letting your head rest on his bicep and resting your hands on along his torso, letting the heat of his body warm your skin. His eyes are still closed, but there’s a sweet little sleepy half-smile drawn across his lips that you can’t resist. 

“Ace?”

He hums in reply, the arm on your waist trailing up your back as he traces circles into your bare flesh. Ace’s touch is so gentle, even if a little slow and sluggish in his motions. You feel his palm flat against you, his fingertips slightly heated on your tummy in just the way he knows you like. It’s a soothing embrace, and you find yourself exhaling in delightful bliss. 

And how easy it is for you to lull back into his welcoming arms, to feel your eyes grow heavy and your breathing still as the rise and fall of his chest lures you into a sweet respite.

–

You're stirred awake by something wet treading up your neck. It takes a moment for you to comprehend just what's happening, but soon enough you're conscious enough to realize that not only have you rolled over, but Ace's lips are seemingly attached to your neck.

It tickles, and you can't help but to giggle softly. “Aceee!” you coo sweetly, fingers entwining with the ones tight around your waist. Ace replies with a low chuckle, slurping open-mouthed sucks to your flesh and grinding his pelvis into you, his hard cock pressing into the curve of your ass. 

You lean into him, rolling your hips backwards and along his length. The gesture earns you a quiet groan close enough to your ear that it makes you shiver in excitement. 

“G'mornin’,” Ace murmurs, the hand at your waist inching up slowly towards your chest. “Y’know, I think you taste even better this early.”

“You’re so needy,” your playful tone doesn’t go unnoticed by the pirate, and you squeal gingerly when your teasing is returned with a squeeze to your nipple. 

“Only ‘cause you’re so pretty,” he muses, his tongue tracing the shell of your ear, a delicious and oh-so-inviting taunt that’s low in your ear and sets your veins ablaze with want. Ace’s cock twitches against you, and the tension rises to a boiling point when you arch your back in return. “Shit, babe, can we-?” He huffs into your ear, breathing in the scent of your skin as the roll of his hips quickening in pace in tandem with his breath.

“Yeah,” you mewl, rolling your hips and parting your legs enough for him to position himself with ease. “Yeah, I want you, Ace. Please.”

The sound of his name sounds so fucking good when it falls from your lips, the way your tired voice mixes with your desire for him, each breathy whine or sigh that you make for him - its nearly enough to make him cum then and there.

Ace aligns himself to you with one hand, the other still holding you tightly against him, and sinks into you. The finality of his cock stretching you inch by inch at long last makes you squirm, a relieved moan befalling you as you’re filled, the tip pressing delectably onto that spongy spot within you.

“You feel so good, firefly,” Ace whines into your neck, content to enjoy how you feel around him for a moment. It’s a warm feeling, something more than just wanton lust. Something bigger and better and more powerful makes this moment feel even better to him. “Fuck~ I love ya so much.”

Overwhelmed with emotion, you respond with a gentle turn of your head to capture his lips in a passionate, amorous kiss that makes Ace groan into your throat. He slowly slides himself within you, a gentle pace for a gentle moment. A hand finds purchase at your hip, that same warmth still hot on his palm and making you arch into him. 

Your tongues dance sinfully together and Ace finds it easy to lose himself in you once again. His rhythm quickens, the sound of his thighs meeting yours now very clearly audible in your ears. Your cries of elation ring within his ears like a call to song, the heat radiating from his fingertips heating at your hip, white-hot sparks fly through his body, and it’s all too good, too perfect.

With a cry of your name does he finish within you, rutting his hips wildly and painting your walls white with release. Ragged, breathless whines of intoxicated ecstasy tumble into your neck while he rides out his high, hissing sharply in delirium each time your inner walls tighten around him.

Ace holds you close, still sheathed inside of you as the moment dies away. His arms reach around your middle, hands tracing mindless patterns on your chest. You almost think that he’s fallen asleep again, though as you try to ease yourself off of him, the grip around you constricts, keeping you in place.

“Not so fast, bedhead,” he buzzes into you, rubbing his face into your newly messy hair with a grin. “Who says we’re done?”

[reveluving]

Hii!

I was just thinking Price with a wife who is insecure about her body because of things like stretch marks or chub finally working up the courage to do something like lingerie or naughty photos as a surprise for him ;D

Hi!! OMG. SWEATING. As someone who has stretch marks and a little 'cushion' here and there, plus is also a big fan of this trope(?), this thot is CALLING me! 😩🤌🏻

Includes: soft dom!price, unprotected sex (p in v), finger-sucking, size difference, petnames ('pretty girl', 'sweetheart'), mentions of lap dance/strip tease

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

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No matter which lingerie suits your fancy, just know it will give your husband a heart attack. 

Why wouldn’t it? He already loves you for who you are—you can do the most mundane things and he’ll stare. A lot. You could be wearing anything, even if you think it doesn’t suit you, and he’d have to fight the urge to just have you for himself, be it at home or in public.

So, you want to thank your husband for being the hunky sweetheart that he is. 

He wouldn’t be home until a few hours, giving you enough time to execute your plan.

Hiding the lingerie you bought days prior is one thing, posing for the camera is another. The thought of having your ass up, face down or the strap of your bra or babydoll fall off your shoulders in front of the lens just causes your body to heat up immensely, even if it's just you. Possibly because it’s your first time taking photos of yourself in such a deliciously scandalous manner, but it also could’ve been due to the fact that you know exactly how John is going to react to them.

Especially since you’re planning to gift these polaroids for when he needs to leave for work—with no way to have you with him except for these priceless photos, specifically made for his eyes and use only.

But three polaroids aren’t enough for him to survive the field without you. 

Because as soon as he comes home to find these photos on the table, placed under his hat for his next deployment in the near future, expect to hear heavy footsteps approaching the bedroom, where you’re likely waiting for him—being struck dumb to find you sitting prettily on the bed in your new piece. 

His eyes are blown out, and you can’t help but gulp when he closes the door behind him too calmly before walking over to you. The way he stalks over to you ever so slowly prompts you to crawl back. Not because you’re scared, but you had to admit, your heart’s beating wildly, even more so when he begins taking off his clothes without uttering a word.

Your nails dig into the sheets when you have nowhere to go, feeling the headboard against your back as he traps you from the front—resembling a predator hunting its prey. 

“John…” You mutter, letting out a shaky sigh as he slides his hand up your leg, biting his lip at the sight; the stockings/garter belt squeezing the plush of your thighs just enough to drive him wild. He doesn’t even give you a second to utter his name once again when he yanks you forward, with John on his knees as he holds you to sit on his thighs, forcing you to look down at him.

“S’a really nice piece, sweetheart,” He purrs, his voice telling you that he’s holding himself back from just fucking you. He licks on the deep cleavage, the small, thin material leaving little to his imagination as it barely covers your tits, all while maintaining eye contact as a guttural groan leaves his lips. One of his hands moves to your front, playing with the hem of your stocking/garter belt, pulling it back before releasing it. His lips part in delight, almost mirroring the way you gasp as the tight material slaps against you with a light smack, “Is this all f’me?”

You nodded with the tiniest whine, holding onto him like he was your lifeline. 

Ignoring the dampness of your panties was useless since you knew he could feel it against his thigh. His stare becomes too much for you, and you can’t do anything else other than rest your forehead against his, feeling his warm breath against you just as he feels yours and begging him to have you. 

And how can he say no to you?

Especially since you’ve been a good girl at posing for him as he takes countless photos of you on the polaroids—from the more ‘innocent ones’ like having you drool on his fingers (“Suck on them real good. That’s it, my pretty girl”) to the lewder displays, where he has you on your side, taking you from behind before taking a picture or two your pussy tightly gripping and leaking around the base of his cock.

Now he knows he won’t be alone in his next deployment.

Bonus: Him asking you for a lap dance or a strip tease for him as he sits all smug at the edge of the bed or the bedroom chair. He does this thing where he throws his head back and bucks his hips when you rub yourself against him. Yes.

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[sanjoongie]

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟: 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞

🥀Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader (f)

🥀Genre: Smut

🥀Rating: 18+, Minors Do not Interact 

🥀Au: royal, navy, space, sci-fi

🥀Trope: role reversal

🥀Summary: When your first mate successfully enacts a mutiny, you're left with one simple task... to be his cum bucket

🥀Kinks: uniform kink, oral (m), masturbation (f), degradation kink, mean dom! seonghwa, brat sub! reader, spitting, deep throating, choking, thigh slapping, creampie(s), overstim, marking, fingering(f)

🥀Word Count: 1,541

🥀Betas: @mejuii

🥀Day Twelve: Mommy Kink 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Fourteen: threesome/ritual

Seonghwa strode into the Captain's Quarters, his heels clacking purposely against the polished-with-wear metal. He tossed a long strand of hair out of his face, eyes looking for you. He stood in all his powerful glory before you in the bed. The leather of his outfit creaked despite the gold embroidery. He was clad in such from the tops of his shoulders starting with his long jacket, the corset like adornment along his ribcage, the straps that held the sheath for his sword and guns, and finally the pants and boots, that left nothing to the imagination, to be honest.

You were where he left you, naked and in bed. You had only the stark white sheet hiding your bare skin, but even that seemed to irk the man that used to be your first mate.

The U.S.S Utopia had been your ship, and you, its Captain. You had sailed her all along the Milky Way, plundering and stealing, after the American government fell to the people during a coup d'état. Then Seonghwa, with an evil grin, had convinced the crew to mutiny against you. You loved the Utopia and had pleaded that you would do anything to remain on board and not get plunged into the freezing depths of the dark sea, aka space. Seonghwa gave you one choice: remain as a useful tool, as a cum bucket for him, and he would allow you to stay. You agreed immediately and had remained so for several months now. And he had not tired of you yet.

The now-captain ripped his sheets off your body, eyes searching still for the dried cum on your skin. He seemed enamored with leaving his mark on you, in more ways than one.

“Lover,” he said in a sing-song voice, clueing you in that he was in a cruel mood. “I told you to remain here, in my bed, with my cum on you.”

“I did, Seonghwa!” You insisted.

Seonghwa waved a gloved hand in your vague direction. “I see nothing.”

“I was cold!” You insisted, trying not to look eager. “Perhaps the sheet brushed it off!”

You had washed his cum from your body as soon as he had left the room. You wanted him to come back and punish you. You looked forward to it, in fact.

Seonghwa sighed heavily, undoing his pants. “I don’t know how you ever were in charge of this ship. I’ll just have to repeat my handiwork and then some.”

There was some type of cruel kink for enjoying Seonghwa fucking you in an almost carbon copy of your captain’s outfit made to fit him. You loved the feel of the leather against your bare skin. There was something dirty and cheap about the way that Seonghwa couldn't be bothered to disrobe while he fucked you. You were addicted to being used by your past first mate; you simply could not get enough of it.

“Suck me off,” He said lowly after he had undone his pants just enough for his cock to be pulled out.

You took his soft cock and pulled him into your mouth. You stared up at the cruel captain with wide, eager eyes. You knew everything that he loved--and exactly what set him off. Your tongue curled around his head as blood rushed to his cock, and then he commanded you to touch yourself. You made loud noises of pleasure as you rubbed a finger against your clit and his cock grew in length even faster. Soon you were able to bob up and down him, hollowing your cheeks so that he could feel all of you.

Simply put, Seonghwa just wished to order you around. You had spent most of your career belittling him and his self-worth. So now that he was captain, he took every chance to return the favor. It never made him feel less than the whimpering second in command he always saw himself as, but still he pushed forward.

Seonghwa’s fingers floated over your head, a pretend-softness before he grabbed your hair harshly. When he pulled you off his cock, you kept your tongue out of your mouth and he spit onto it. Then he shoved you back on his cock, practically face fucking you. He wanted to see those tears form in your eyes and hear the chokes as you barely managed his length in your mouth and down your throat.

“You love sucking my cock, don’t you, you pathetic whore,” Seonghwa spat. “Always eager to have a dick in any hole you can get.”

Case and point, you pushed a finger inside of yourself, moaning loudly. That made anger burn in Seonghwa’s dark eyes. “I didn’t say to fill yourself, did I?”

Seonghwa pulled you off his length again, and you began to protest. “Seonghwa!”

“That’s Captain to you!” He snarled, and your mouth snapped shut.

He began to pace in front of the bed, brewing up a plot. How did he want you now? How did he want to cover you with his cum? There were so many options but he knew he needed to walk the ship again later, to keep an eye on his crew that had been so easily swayed to mutiny against you.

“Captain, please,” you begged. “I’ve been good.”

“Puh-lease, you don’t know the meaning of good,” Seonghwa spat his words. He pulled at his corset, and you saw your way in.

“Doesn’t fit you as well, does it, Seonghwa? Too snug at your ribcage or too small for your waist?”

“I wear this outfit better than you ever did,” Seonghwa roared, eyes like coals in his head.

Seonghwa made you ride his cock while he laid down on his bed, fully clothed of course; made you stare at him in your old captain’s outfit tailored to fit his body. He commanded you to speak of how he is a better captain than you and if you were interrupted by a sharp thrust of his upwards, you got a slap on your thigh with his leather glove. And when he came inside you, he held you down on his cock, a cry leaving his plush lips. Only once all of his cum had been pumped in you, did he allow you to raise yourself up, watching as his cum clung to his cock and poured out your cunt.

But that wasn't enough for Seonghwa, oh no, he wanted more.

He painted your body with bruises and cum, never tiring of abusing your body and seeing the stars light up in your eyes as he did. Because make no mistake, he was well aware that you loved to provoke him and what followed. But he was too drunk on his power, too drunk on you, to stop himself from giving you exactly what you wanted.

Seonghwa fucked you against the headboard, gloved hands wrapped around your throat, chest peeking above the corset, looking like a debauched pirate captain that ever sailed the Milky Way. His evil grin was apparent, eyes traveling all over your face as you made choked noises.

He released your throat, but you only whined, moving his hands back. “Please, Seonghwa, more,” you said with a raspy voice.

“Such a slut for me, aren't you, lover?” Seonghwa grinned in triumph.

“Yes, Captain,” You agreed, rocking your hips eagerly forward.

Seonghwa squeezed his hands around your throat again. He gauged by your face how close you were to your climax, and when he let sweet air invade your lungs again, you came so hard for him that your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

You were drowning in pleasure and still, you groaned about him making a further mess of your pussy. Seonghwa looked you straight in the eyes and fucked you through your orgasm. He drank in every scrunch of your nose and whine about it being too much (it was everything you wanted), until he came inside of you again. You both felt his cum slip out of your hole as he fucked your cunt, following his pleasure. There simply wasn’t enough room for all his cum and yet still he continued to unload into you.

“You exist to be my cum bucket, lover, and don’t you forget it,” Seonghwa whispered into your ear.

Later, when you were passed out in his bed and only the lights of the stars left to reveal all the ways you belonged to him, Seonghwa admired his handiwork. His cum was all over your body, marks of his teeth and hands painted on your skin. And still it wasn't enough. You had screamed his name hoarse, sounding bittersweet from your lips, red after the blowjobs and biting. But it never erased your jeering face of old from his memory.

So he pushed his hands between your legs and patted your cunt. Your body jolted and you groaned as you woke up. Seonghwa's lithe fingers played with your pussy, still wet with desire and his seed. And after everything he put you through, you reached between your legs and pressed his fingers further into your body.

Seonghwa smiled, the first one of pure glee rather than cruelty. You were programmed to be greedy for him, and that was enough.

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

the diamond

lilac, chapter seventeen

a/n: idk if I should say i'm sorry or you're welcome. i guess it depends on what kind of day you're having as you read this.

summary: “did you really think a little bit of paperwork could stop me? Could stop us from being together?”

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, dark, angst, lumberjack AU, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, kidnapping, crying, violence, cliffhanger

word count: 1717

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You didn’t recognise the opulent apartment you now found yourself in. Not that it really came as a shock. You properly only knew of a fraction of the properties Preston’s family owned. 

With gilded details and tall windows, you did however recognise the view as the familiar twinkle of the New York City skyline sparkled back at you. 

Scarcely breathing, you didn’t dare to even shift as you sat on the edge of a bed, its red silk sheets burned the nerves across your legs and worsened the nauseating sting at the back of your throat. 

Turning back to face you, Preston stepped up close and said, “Let’s get this off of you, shall we?” before he slowly peeled off the tape covering your lips, but as soon as he had rid you of it, you reeled forward slightly and spat directly in his face. The angry dollop slid down across his forehead and over the still freshly pink scar that split his dark eyebrow. But, to your horror, instead of getting angry, all your action did was conjure a dark chuckle deep within his chest, “I missed you too, doll,” you watched him reach up and wipe the saliva away before his fingers drifted down into his pocket and produced a switchblade that he promptly popped out with a flourish. Sucking in a sharp breath, you braced yourself, expecting for him to strike, only he didn’t. The knife instead sliced the tape constricting your ankles and then through the ones at your wrists, “there,” he shot you a bone-chilling smile, “much better.”

Glaring back at him, almost in disbelief at the measures he’d evidently be willing to take, you shuddered, “I-I have a restraining order against you.” 

“You do,” he nodded matter a factly, “why, did you really think a little bit of paperwork could stop me? Could stop us from being together?” your frame jumped jaggedly as you felt his touch slither up your sides, “we’re soulmates, you and I. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can keep us apart,” he breathed as he leaned in closer and pressed his lips to yours. Staying as still as you possibly could, the sting of tears rolled down your cheeks as he soon leaned back, a sour look now tainting his features, “kiss me back,” he growled through gritted teeth, “we haven’t seen each other in two months, so kiss me the fuck back. Show me how much you’ve missed me.”

Choking down a sob, you willed your lips to meet his again, trembling fretfully as you gave him what he wanted, the forceful feeling of his tongue invading your mouth forced a petrified whimper to escape your lungs, one that he mistook as praise as one of his ring adorned hands came up to clasp your jaw possessively. 

When he finally pulled back, leaving just a sliver of air between you, a question left your quivering lips.

“Preston, where are we?”

“Nowhere important,” his dark eyes trailed one of the tears rolling down your face, “don’t worry, this is just temporary till the morning. Gosh, you look so beautiful when you cry…”

“W-what’s happening in the morning? Where are we going?”

“To this little island my dad’s got in the Caribbean. You’ll like it, trust me. It’s got some of the bluest water you’ve ever seen,” he smirked before briefly turning his head to the rough-looking man posted by the door as a guard, “hey, go fetch me a drink.”

“Right away, sir,” he complied. 

As Preston turned his gaze back to you, his head began to shake as it washed down the length of your body, “what is this dress you’re wearing? You know I hate you in green on you.” 

“I-I’m sorry. I could go change if you–” 

But your sentence crumbled into nothing as you felt the cold tip of his knife trail up your leg, “oh, there’s no need for that, doll,” the blade scraped over your skin, up the slit where your wrap dress had parted like a curtain over your thigh, never hard enough to actually draw blood, but just enough to rip up a layer or two of flesh. He continued after he reached the top of your thigh, dragging it up your velvet dress till he slipped it under the knot that held your garment closed, and cut clean through it. The slash didn’t automatically cause the dark green fabric to fall open completely, but Preston didn’t hesitate to unwrap you like a birthday present, “damn..” he groaned as he pushed the dress open, revealing your lack of undergarments beneath, “would you look at that… you’re not wearing anything underneath this… ” you squeezed your eyes shut as he then grazed the tip of his knife over your skin, from the peak of your breast to low down on your stomach, he trailed it like he would his wicked tongue, in some sick and twisted up way caressing you with the weapon, “tell me, doll, just why aren’t you? I’d love to think this is all for me, but you didn’t know we’d be reunited tonight, so who is it for?” rage gradually began to harshen his tone, “who?” as you found yourself unable to form any words at all, “is it that guy? What did you call him… Frank? Have you been whoring yourself out to Frank? Not wearing anything underneath your dresses and making it easy for him to just slide in and use what belongs to me?” nicking the curve of your waist, he then shook you as he barked, “answer me!” successfully drawing a shrill scream from your lungs as you squeezed your eyes shut even tighter. 

Just as you feared he’d give you more than just a shy scratch, the double doors to the bedroom creaked open and in stepped the guard. Without another word, Preston’s presence disappeared. 

Cautiously fluttering your bloodshot eyes open once more, you saw as the guard settled back into his place and Preston clutched a stout crystal glass, hastily downing the dark amber liquid before slamming it onto a side table. Trying your best to cover yourself back up, you watched as Preston folded up the switchblade and stuffed it back into his pocket. 

Letting out a deep sigh, he then dipped his fingers into his dark suit jacket, and from an inner pocket, fished out a small velvet box.

“I got you a new ring, by the way,” he huffed, opening it up as he stepped back to where you sat, “this one’s bigger, like I promised.” 

Sitting down on the crimson sheets beside you, he seized your trembling hand and slid the extravagant band into place, gripping your palm painfully as you glanced down at the massive diamond hauntingly glimmering back at you.

“You like it?” 

The silver felt as if it burned your finger, like it had been dipped in hot searing acid mere seconds before sliding into place over your knuckles. But still, you just offered him a shaky nod as more tears dripped from your chin. 

Lifting your glare from the colossal rock, you looked over at the guard and attempted to subtly catch his eye. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Preston swiftly noticed as his gaze never strayed far from you, “are you really so stupid that you think one of my guys will help you get away from me? Seriously? No amount of crocodile tears can get them to betray me,” locking his fingers around your jaw, you felt his hot breath graze the shell of your ear, “they’re loyal to me, to the Humphrey name,” casting his glace towards the guard, he snapped his free fingers, “hey, you! Look at my fiancé,” and to your horror, parted your ruined dress, “isn’t she beautiful? Answer me.”

“Yes, sir,” his reply had a military, nearly robotic lack of feelings to it, but nevertheless managed to still scratch Preston’s itch.

With his right, inked hand, Preston groped your breast firmly, “these gorgeous tits,” before sliding his unwanted touch further down your trembling body, “this round ass and this tight fucking cunt, all belongs to me,” he growled, before stretching his palm out towards the guard, “give me your lighter,” to which the harsh man swiftly obeyed, “I want everyone to know so, no matter what happens, no matter if you lose your ring again or what, I want everyone to know,” peeling his extravagant pinkie ring off, the swirly H that was embossed on it indicated it was his family ring that he now held in his grasp, harshly commanded the guard, “hold her still,” before he flicked on the lighter and held the flame under the seal, heating it up till the metal nearly glowed. Tuning out your screams of searing agony, Preston pressed the scorching crest to the very top of your exposed thigh and branded you like you were just a stock animal, “there,” he waved a hand for the guard to let go of you, “that should do the trick.” 

As you shuttered in pain, Preston drew you in so close that you ended up in his lap, your spine pressed up against his chest and a horrifying hardness determined beneath your bottom.

“What do you think, doll? Should I let him stand there and watch us fuck?” he rocked selfishly below you, “maybe tonight will be the night I finally knock you up–” 

His vile words were cut short as a series of gunshots suddenly went off on the other side of the door. 

“You,” Preston waved to the guard, “go see what’s going on.”

Pulling out a gun, the man then slipped out only for the symphony of struggle to fill the apartment further. 

“Shit,” you heard Preston mutter in alarm before he conjured his knife once more. 

But when the scuffle abruptly stopped and silence washed over the luxurious apartment, only a moment passed before the grand double doors slammed open and in the threshold, with a gun firmly trained in Preston’s direction, stood the blood-soaked visage of Frank. 

Moving just as fast, Preston shifted behind you, hauling you up to your feet and holding you to him like a shield as you felt the razor-like edge of his blade press against your throat.

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[honeybadger16]

Enemies to lovers! Max Verstappen

Paring: Max Verstappen x reader

Warnings: smut, vulgar language, FILTH (you have been warned) (18+)

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I love an enemies to lovers trope, I hope you enjoy!

Growing up, your father worked as an engineer for Redbull and would invite you to race weekends.

The paddock was a familiar place growing up and you enjoyed the adrenaline racing brought on.

But there was one problem

You could not stand Max Verstappen

He was a hot head, rude, and vulgar at most times, so avoiding him was your specialty

However, you also wore shorter skirts and dresses hoping to catch the looks of a certain Dutch driver

You would never admit to yourself though

He, on the other hand, thought you were a spoilt girl who's main job in life was to make his life more difficult

Everytime he'd see you in the paddock he couldn't help but imagine how your mouth would feel on his or how your hands would feel on his chest and-

This irritated him

He was supposed to be focused solely on being the best driver possible in order to win the championship

But all his mind went to was how pretty you would look with his cock in your mouth

Or how he should just fuck you in the bathroom, against the sink, as a goodluck charm before the race of course

Post race, he would imagine your soft hands were wrapped around his painfully hard cock praising him for a job well done

After another victorious weekend for Redbull, the entire team went out for drinks and dancing

Deciding to have few (or more,,) drinks, the dancing got closer to one another

You could feel a pair of two strong hands in the back of you position themselves on your waist and their body press up against yours

With your new found courage you look behind and see Max staring intensely back at you, with eyes like a lion hunting its prey

Even if you had found Max to be a pain in the ass it was impossible not to stare at his soft lips

He must have been thinking the same thing as your lips connected together, only coming up for air a moment later

"Come with me now"

You didn't have time to respond as Max started pulling your hand towards the exit.

He opened his sports car and pulled you inside with him

Grabbing your face, Max kisses you with all the passion that had been bottled up for years

Moving past your lips he goes to your neck and bites and sucks, leaving marks you had to cover up the next day

He wouldn't want you to cover them

He didn't want anyone else ever producing the sounds- moans that are spilling out of your mouth right now

He removes himself off of you and starts the car

"We have to stop"

"Why?"

"Because I want to look at your pretty eyes when I fuck you against the bed."

After Max had given you the best makeout of your life, wetness had pooled in your panties

Deciding to mess with him, you start touching your aching pussy through the wet cloth

Only soft moans escaped your mouth, but that was enough for Max to turn his head around and notice what you're up to

"Naughty girl can't wait until we get home to touch herself, pathetic."

He replaces your hand with his own, and goes underneath the panties

"Fucking christ, your pussy is dripping wet, is it all for me?"

Both of you knew the answer, Max was just gloating

Rubbing up and down your lips, intentionally edging the outside of your clit, you start to get desperate

"Please! Max touch my clit I need it right now!"

Max being himself laughs and removes his hands from where you needed him most

He takes the fingers soaked with your wetness and shoves them in your mouth

"How do you taste my good little slut?"

You couldn't have responded with his fingers still shoved in your mouth, but no worries, he would taste you from your mouth later

The rest of the ride was a blur and ended with the two of you locking the door as Max starts pulling your dress off

His tongue invites yours in, and gives him a chance to taste you.

"Fuck I can't wait to lick all of you up"

He practically threw you onto his bed and removed your wet panties

"I'm keeping those"

He brings his face closer to your pussy, licking from the bottom all the way to the top, slightly sucking your clit

You start to grind your hips hoping for some friction, but Max grounds them in place firmly stopping any movement

"I need you to tell me what you want me to do my pretty slut"

"Please Max I need you to touch me there"

" I know you can do better than that, if you don't, I stop."

Max being a dick. What a surprise.

But you were desperate and horny, so you had to put your ego aside

"I need your mouth on my clit and your fingers inside me please!"

Max thought he was going to explode in his pants right there and then

Not wasting any time, Max began to lap up all the juices on your pussy and sucked on your clit

You felt your orgasm getting closer once he pushed two fingers into you and started curling them

You neared the very edge once you felt his mouth groaning against your clit

Looking down, he took his hard cock out and was stroking himself fast with the other free hand

With that image in mind you came all over his face and fingers

"Mm just like that you pretty slut, now you're gonna cum again on my cock."

Max lifts himself up and reaches for a condom when you stop him

"I'm on birth control and clean"

He doesn't waste time and begins rubbing the tip of his cock against your lips

Slowly pushing in, Max lets out a grunt while your breathe turns into an airy moan

He waits until you adjust to the size of him and slowly begins pumping in and out of you

To get even deeper, he hoists your legs over his shoulders and leans foward

This position makes you moan out Max's name as you feel him push against your walls

"Fuck baby keep saying my name, I want everyone to feel what a filthy slut you are for daddy"

He began to pick up the pace as he slammed into you, rubbing your clit at the same time

Not long after, you began to squeeze around his cock nearing the edge of your second orgasm

"Don't cum until I say so, okay pretty girl?"

You nod towards him as your mouth could not verbalize any words at the moment

Max went harder than before and turned your head to look straight up at him

"I want you to look at me while we cum together."

Your orgasms seemed to hit at the same time as both of you moaned and grunted through the ripples of pleasure coursing through your bodies maintaining eye contact with each other

Your mouths clashed together as an attempt to make less noise, but was unsuccessful

You could feel as Max cums hard inside of you filling you up with cum, nearly dripping out of you

Once a minute went by and both of your orgasms passed, Max pulls out of you

He dips two fingers inside of you collecting his cum and presses it against the opening of your mouth

You open your lips, allowing his fingers to enter and lick the cum off of him

"I'm going to cum again just by looking at you."

Once Max had his fun, he stood up and got a wet cloth and water for you

After such intense orgasms, both you and Max felt the air shift from steamy and sexy to apprehensive

As if, the both of you wanted to speak out, but wouldn't out of fear of being rejected by the other

Max starts first and asks you,

"How about I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?"

"Yeah that sounds nice."

Max looks relieved and gets up again, this time handing you one of his oversized Redbull sweatshirts

After putting it on, putting your head on Max's chest as he wraps an arm around seemed too natural, too easy

It scared you. For years you hated him and now you were nearly falling asleep on him

Admitting any feelings you had towards Max would be a tomorrow problem you said to yourself as you fell asleep to Max's soft snores

Maybe I'll write a second part?

[eureka-its-zico]

Violent Delights

Summary: On a trip with your father to Shanghai, your caravan is overrun. You are taken back to a compound of one of the most ruthless Mafia bosses in all of China: Enishi Yukishiro. Who was in need of a new plaything. 

Pairing: Enishi Yukishiro x f!reader

Words: 3.3k

A/N: I apologize in advance for the filth. This is literally 99.9% smut and 1% filth. I blame @pauking5  for indulging me too much with wanting to write Enishi. But also the minute she told me she couldn't find too many reader insert fics for him my body felt COMPELLED to make this for her so....I hope you enjoy this filth I made you lol. I’m like sorry, but not? Because he doesn’t give me cute smiles and rainbow vibes. He gives me spit in my mouth and make me call you daddy vibes. I hope someone out there enjoys the filth. 🖤 Much love, Jenn

Warnings: This shit is dark besties. It’s dark. Mentions of kidnapping. Dubious consent. Mafia trope. Knife play. Harem. Mentions of violence. Fingering. Its Smut. It's Filth. Please do not read if you are not 18+ (If I miss anything please let me know).

The smell of sex was beginning to overpower the room. The sounds of her moans grew louder and out of control. It was the wet sound of him thrusting into her, his hands keeping her steady as his hips pistoned into her. 

She was only growing louder with each thrust and you hated it. You wished she would shut up. That he would find a new toy to torment in the seclusion of the prison that was his bedroom. It’s been three whole days since he and his men had descended on your father's caravan. Three days of being housed inside this room and unable to leave it.

Like the previous nights before, he’d stationed you in different areas of the room. Areas that allowed you to perfectly see - to watch - as one of his concubines rode him. While he fucked them into an oblivion that left them dazed and unable to walk by the time he finished. 

Tonight, Enishi forced you to sit at the edge of his bed while he’d chosen to fuck one of the many girls in the chair he sat in now. You could still remember when she first walked in the door - the way he’d laid her over the intricate table that sat in between the two chairs in the bedroom, lifting her skirts to expose her to the room. To you. The lewd noises that followed as he licked and sucked at her cunt caused her to practically howl his name as she came. 

Enishi. 

The nice one - you’d forgotten her name - explained the best she could through the language barrier that they were concubines. 

You’d heard of tales from your father and mother when they’d come back from their grand adventures about women like this. Kingdoms where the kings got to have their wives and children and women just like her on the side. Women who did whatever was sexually asked of them and took whatever the man did because it was their duty. Deemed only for the pleasure they could bring and not conversation or substance. 

Just their body. Just their cunt. 

You could feel your cheeks burning as you focused on the edges of your dirty dress. You tried counting the frayed edges of one side that had torn when they’d ripped you from the carriage. The mud that had smeared on one side where you’d been dragged had completely dried and now began to flake. You ran your fingers over the dried dirt and watched it turn into sand with each rub of your finger. 

It would’ve been a solid distraction if the sudden octave from the concubine hadn’t increased. If she didn’t shout in surprise that left you involuntarily turning to make sure she was alright. 

Of course, she was alright. Enishi had simply changed positions. He’d moved her to be face down against the same round table from earlier, but now her hips were angled up to take each punishing thrust that he gave her. The sound of skin on skin filling the room back up at a punishing speed. 

It wasn’t the sight really that made a heat wave start across your skin that threatened to burst from your chest from sheer embarrassment. It wasn’t the angle he had her in either. 

Enishi was looking at you. 

Dark brown eyes bore into you as he held the concubine's arms back behind her. His body pinned her to the edge of the table so she had nowhere to run. Just like you. He continued to watch you as she came; her walls squeezing him as she struggled to get away from him as he continued to fuck her. 

You refused to look at him or acknowledge him at all. What you hated the most was that you already knew what he was planning to do. 

The first time he’d done this was two days prior. The first day you’d been kidnapped and held at his compound. He’d fucked two girls that night and you’d been more than impressed at his stamina. You’d tried to look away from him. He was your father's killer, for Christ's sake, and yet…

He was all tight corded muscle and shamelessly walked around the room naked and exposed. The first time you’d seen his cock it had been slick and wet from recent sex with one of the girls. His cock was still hard and had an enticing vein that ran down its side, begging for you to look. Enishi had a good length but what replayed in your mind was how thick he was. Insanely thick is what you shamelessly remembered and you hated how your body reacted as you shamefully rubbed your legs together to get some form of friction. 

The second day was when he’d noticed it. The way your legs moved under all that fabric of the skirts of your dress desperate for friction to ease the ache that had started at your core. With each snap of his hips and the cry of pleasure that came from one of the girls it sent you spiraling. You hated it. Felt betrayed by your own body. 

After he’d finished and sent the girls back to their room he casually came over to the chair he’d forced you to sit in. The same one he’d been in tonight. You tried to ignore him as he came over in nothing but a robe with the front still leaving him exposed. Your mind was worried about so many different possibilities of what he might do to you, that you never expected him to grab you by the throat and force you back into the chair. His feet kick your legs wide apart. 

Enishi controlled you easily. The way he applied just enough pressure to arch your back until you looked at the ceiling. His deep baritone resonated over your skin in his native tongue. You couldn’t tell what he was saying and had no way of knowing what it was. You just knew whatever he said as he lifted your skirts, was filthy. 

His knees kept your legs open enough that his free hand made its way through your undergarments to touch your wet cunt. You could still remember the devilish smirk that stretched across his lips as he continued to speak to you. 

Was he calling you a good girl or something or worse maybe? He could’ve been calling you his little slut for all you knew or even hinting that you liked it; like watching him devour the women he brought to his bed. Something nowhere near endearing and more centered around stripping you of every last ounce of what dignity you had left. You struggled to fight against him. To break free and do…what? 

Even if you somehow magically removed his hand from your throat and got away you had nowhere to go. Just outside the door of his bedroom were an endless number of guards. They would easily stop you and bring you back. 

Those same nimble fingers that touched at the edge of your cunt now moved between your folds. A soft whimper left your throat that you wish you would have swallowed back down. The pads of calloused fingers grazing your swollen clit wasn’t enough friction for release, but it was enough to bring your desire flaring up. 

Enishi pulled his hand back from you to find it covered in your juices. You watched as he played with it, his fingers scissoring to make a slow string appear. It was lewd. Vile. Yet you couldn’t tear your eyes away. Your heart now thundering for another reason as you watched him take your body’s betrayal between his lips and suck his fingers clean. 

Like clockwork, you heard him pull out. The lack of sound of skin on skin made the room achingly quiet. His words were sharp, demanding, and harsh as he took her by the head and pushed her towards his cock. His hand fisted it as he pulled long hard jerks leaving strings of come to lace over her waiting tongue - with his eyes glued to you. 

You fought not to shiver or let your hands curl in your lap as your heart hammered in your chest. 

Steady breathing. Deep…steady…breaths…

You faintly heard him dismiss her. Your eyes catch her hurrying back into her kimono and tying it sloppily. However, the look Enishi was giving her was enough to inform her plainly her usefulness was over. 

You’d seen what he could do that day he tore your world apart. The finesse he carried shattering bones and the ease of snuffing out life. You’d seen it in the way he handled some of the women he brought to his bed. All it took was one wrong move - word - and their moans turned to sharp whimpers before they were dismissed. 

There wasn’t any denying that Enishi was a man possessed by the devil and full of rage. He was terrifying, but also…

The sound of the door slamming shut behind the concubine brought you back to the room. Your heart was beginning to race as you realized you’d zoned out, leaving yourself unprepared for whatever was about to happen. A majority of the time he left you alone. He’d stare at you or move around you like you weren’t even in his room, except yesterday was different. 

Today felt different.

Enishi wasn’t anywhere near you, however, and you felt yourself breathe easier. Maybe you would get lucky and he would go back to treating you like a nuisance trapped inside his room. A nuisance he created. 

He was standing next to his desk and it only took a flick of your eyes to know he wasn’t dressed. He was still naked. It only meant one thing. Suddenly, you were confident to try and run away from this room - from him. The alarm in your head only grew louder as he poured himself a drink from the whiskey canter and set it back on the desk. 

He’d started talking and you weren’t sure if it was at you or to you. It was growing increasingly difficult to not grow more frustrated at the language barrier between you. The only good thing was spitting and the middle finger was a universal “fuck you” from the universe. 

You dared to spare a look up from where you sat on his bed. It was then you saw the wakizashi in his hand. The sheath missing and the blade glinted angrily in the light. Your mouth was suddenly dry, and you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to retreat. Your hands flew back on the soft sheets to try and pull you away; desperate to get some space. 

In one swift motion, Enishi tipped what was left in his glass into his mouth and launched it against the wall. The glass shattered immediately on impact and sent sharp fragments flying across the room with one scratching across your face. You screamed as you felt the sting of the air as it entered the fresh cut. You were concerned about whether you would crawl back into the glass when a hand wrapped around your bare ankle and tugged.

A fresh scream rose in your throat and just as you were about to release it, the wakizashi was pressed tightly against your throat. It was close enough that if you swallowed too hard you might just get cut. Enishi pulled you back down to the bed with your legs spread to make room for him. The duvet that had bunched at the end from your struggle was the only thing that saved you from feeling his cock pressed against you. 

Enishi waited until he had your ass barely on the edge of the bed, the rest hanging off and controlled by his waist. This was the closest you’d ever been to him. Your eyes hungrily took in the sight of the muscles in his stomach and the definition in his chest. The veins in his arms that shamelessly matched the veins in his cock. 

Enishi was raw power and if it wasn’t for the fact he had the wakizashi to your throat maybe you would’ve appreciated him more. What were you even thinking? This was the man who’d set your whole world on fire. Kidnapped you and left you a prisoner in a foreign land and at his mercy. 

A fire of rage lit up inside you and you no longer cared about being complacent. Safe. You wanted to tear him apart. Enishi noticed the change because a wry smile of a challenge lit up his face and when you went to move away from him, your hands clawing at his chest, he easily grabbed your arms and pressed them down. He did the same with the blade of the wakizashi and you felt the first warm trickles of blood slide down the side of your throat.  

He leaned forward until your faces were almost touching. His eyes peeked out from the blades of his air like a tiger in the grass. The richness of his voice smoked across your skin. All words you couldn’t understand, but the body language you could. 

He would kill you if you did it again. You were kept alive on the whim of entertainment for him. You wanted to spit at him. Tell him to fuck off just to see if he would do it. Death had to be better than this. 

The train of reasoning and fury came to an end when you felt the first traces of his fingers at your entrance. Panic flooded you while you realized he’d worked the skirts of your dress up leaving you exposed to the room - to him. 

“No.”

It came out rushed and through your nose. You tried to pull your arms free from under the forearm that held them, blade at your throat be damned, but Enishi was a mountain of strength and you had none left. You were still wet and you hated the way it made you seem wanton. 

Enishi mumbled one last thing before you felt two fingers push their way inside you. The reaction he received was instant. A moan sharp and wild burst from your mouth and enveloped the room. The sound was all the permission Enishi needed to start thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt.

You wanted to tell him to stop - to tell yourself that you didn’t want this as Enishi buried his fingers knuckle deep over and over. His fingers curved upwards deliciously and you found your back arching against the sheets. A fresh sting from the blade carving across your skin as one hand grabs at his forearm and the other bunch in the sheets. 

God, you hated the way you were coming undone for him. The way your cunt tightened hungrily around his fingers to pull him in deeper in hopes of feeling fuller. The only way that would happen would be to feel the delicious stretch only his cock could provide. You wouldn’t go there. Wouldn’t allow this monster anymore of your body. 

With the hand on his forearm, you tried to make him stop and only succeeded in feeling the muscles work below the skin with each thrust from his wrist. 

Slowly, he removed the wakizashi from your neck and drew the blade across your collarbone. Even lower it continued until you heard the sound of fabric ripping as it was sliced open. Enishi timed each shred into the fabric with each pump from his wrist. When he finished the whole front of your dress - the last of the life you’d owned - was bared open exposing your breasts to him. 

One minute the blade was there then gone and replaced with the rough pads of his hand as they groped each breast. His fingers took the raised buds between calloused fingers that gently pinched.

Your body reacted to every touch of his hand on your skin and the demands it placed on it. Your hips were now moving in a desperate rhythm to meet his fingers. Your hand still locked on his forearm while the sheet was fisted in your hands. The duvet cradling around your head and practically smothering you as a throaty moan of, “Fuck,” came from you. You tried to smother it inside the duvet, refusing to let him hear just how good you felt with his fingers knuckle deep inside you. 

You pulled the duvet closer with your head turning to greet the soft fabric when it was ripped painfully out of your hand. The hand that had been at your breasts now was at your face squeezing it hard and forcing you to look at him. 

Enishi growled something - you could only assume it dealt with ownership. Whatever sounds you made belong to him and for him alone because as he spoke his thumb pressed down against your clit and rubbed in circles as the pace between your thighs grew brutal. The stimulation tore a moan from you instantly and you tried to pull your face away but Enishi held tight forcing you to fall apart as he watched. 

With the dual stimulation, it didn’t take long for your orgasm to build. Your walls fluttered around his fingers as your breathing became labored. 

Again, he spoke to you. His voice caresses along your skin like an extension of his hands. His thumb flicked up on your clit and he released his hold on your face allowing it to fall back on the pillows. This time you didn’t try and cover all the sounds he fucked out of you with his fingers. 

Just as your orgasm was about to crest Enishi brought his mouth down against his breast and bit down. His teeth tearing into the soft flesh turning your panting moans into a scream. Suddenly, your orgasm hit you with a violent intensity. The feeling of you gushing all over his hand - his bed - made your body feel euphoric as your orgasm rolled through you but the violence of his teeth imprinting against the tender flesh of your breast edged it towards pain. 

You knew he was marking you on purpose. One part because he could and the other because you were property - his property. 

When the aftershocks of your orgasm began to fade you were greeted with pain. Enishi pulled his mouth away from your breast and a wicked smile beamed down to greet you- a tint of your blood staining his lips. Again he spoke to you and again you wished you knew either the Japanese he spoke or the Cantonese he used whenever he spoke to most of the men who entered his office. You wish you could tell him how much you hated him and that he could claim you like this as many times as he wanted, but that hatred would never dull or fade. 

He must have seen it on your face because that smile spread into laughter as he pulled away from you. He was still completely nude and uncaring as he grabbed a towel and tossed it in your direction. Enishi gave you one last look before his bare feet padded towards the bathroom. 

You’d been dismissed. Just another toy he proved to himself he could have in the many at his disposal. You tried to remain calm as you sat up at the edge of the bed. Your hands shook uncontrollably as you took the towel he’d tossed and began to clean up what you could. 

The front of your dress was completely ruined. You weren’t even able to fold it over you. Fresh tears sprang to your eyes as you realized you had nothing left and maybe that was how Enishi wanted it. No family to come looking for you. Lost in a foreign land and kidnapped by the head of a criminal organization. He would take what he wanted because you weren’t strong enough to fight him or deny him. And maybe Enishi’s goal all along was to make the only person you could depend on be him. 

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As always, thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs are always appreciated.

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[hockeybabe]

New Guy || M. Knies

Gif not mine

Pairings: Matthew Knies x Marner!reader

Summary: being Marner’s little sister had its perks but when a new guy joins the team and is cocky as ever definitely doesn’t sit well with you.

Warnings: cocky Knies, pure fluff, steamy make out session, little bit of arguing, one bed trope.

Word count: 838

Note: there’s something about Knies and I just have to write about him.

When the Leafs announced that a new guy would join the team right at the brink of the playoffs, it really pissed you off. The boys work so hard for how far they’ve gotten, and now a new guy is joining and going to mess up the connection. Or at least you thought it would.

"Can I help you?" You asked Matthew, who was standing outside your hotel room. The Leafs were competing against Tampa Bay for game six. The series was 3-2, with the Leafs leading by one. "I don’t know, roomie, can you?" He responds in a cocky tone.

"Well, that sucks for you, ‘cause there's only one bed, and it’s mine." You tilt your head with a smile. "Listen, little Marner, I don’t care if there's one bed we can share, but can you let me in? I don’t think your brother will want to hear us." He says, smirking. You move to the side, letting him in.

"You’re sleeping on the floor." You say flopping in the bed. "Nah, this bed is pretty comfortable. Especially with you in your skimpy pyjamas." He mumbles after jumping on the bed and burying his face in the sheets. "Perv." You sneered, pushing him off the bed. "What the fuck!" He shouts, getting up, looking angry.

"It's my bed." You say, bluntly, crossing your arms. "Yeah, and we have to share." He says back. "Why don’t you go sleep in someone else’s room?" You shout back, getting off the bed and going face-to-face with him. "Because I was put here." He shouts back.

"Oh my god, you’re such an ass. All you care about is yourself." You groan, letting your head fall back. "You don’t know shit." He snarls, looking down at you, anger radiating off his body. "Oh, really, so you’re not a self-centred idiotic jackass who only cares about himself and winning?" You retorted, tilting your head to the side. 

You didn’t know how it got to this point, but you two always knew how to get to each other, even if you didn’t know how it started. There was something different about this fight. It was like all emotions were running out of the two mouths. "Says the girl who lives off of her brothers money." He insults. 

"Oh fuck you. I work hard for what I do." You say quietly. "I mean, you've got it easy!" You start yelling again. "I got nothing easily! I worked fucking hard for my place! You just don’t like me!" He shouted back. "I never fuc—" Matthew grabbed the sides of your face, pulling you close and pressing his lips to yours. 

It took you a couple seconds to register what was happening, but you allowed it, kissing him back. You were the one to pull away first, looking into his eyes as your breaths collided. Matt reconnected with your lips, picking you up and taking a seat on the bed with you on top. 

You perched your body up, making you slightly taller than Matt, putting your hands on the back of his head and playing with the ends of his hair. Matt grunts at the feeling of his hair being pulled. "Kinky," he said, pulling away, smirking. "Shut up." You mumbled, pulling him into a deep kiss.

You two continued to fool around, laughing, losing clothes, and, of course, kissing. There was an unspoken rule between you two that it wouldn’t go any further than making out and kissing. So there you two were lying down under the sheets while you laid on his chest, tracing patterns on his toned body.

"You know I never hated you." You said quietly as Matthew ran his fingers through your hair. "It didn’t seem like it." He grumbled. You lifted your head, giving him a look. "Really, so me kissing you wasn’t good enough." You said, smiling slightly.

"Nah, I think I need you to kiss me again." He said it in a cocky tone, winking at you. You squint your eyes at him, lying back on his chest. "You know Mitch is going to kill you." You said. "Just me?" He laughed. "You think he’ll kill his sister?" You retorted, smiling into his chest.

"How bout we wait till that day?" He prayed, trailing his finger up and down your arm. "Tomorrow we’ll talk more about us." You remind him by closing your tired eyes. "I guess the one bed worked after all." He said, shutting the lamp off before pulling you closer to his body.

The bed and the fighting brought you guys closer, but you weren’t doing anything to fight him on that. You were too tired.

[pinknightsinmymind]

hi!! Your works are so sweet, I love them^^ I was wondering if you could write a ellie x reader, where both Ellie and reader need to share a bed but its awkward with them both yearning for each other unknowingly, until they finally confess and cuddle up with light touches, just so much fluff

【 let it snow - ellie williams 】

ellie williams x fem!reader

wc: 4.9k

content: mentions of alcohol, reader and ellie drunk stargazing, they go on patrol, chased by infected (briefly), caught in snowstorm, mentions of weapons, mentions of blood, mentions of drugs (no one does any just talked about), pining and yearning, sharing one bed, eventual confession, fluff, comforting ellie

a/n: FUCK THIS IS ONE OF THE OLDEST TROPES IN THE BOOK BUT ITS STILL ONE OF MY FAVS .... so i got a lil carried away writing this lol but i digress

Everything was woozy and off-kilter as you talked to Ellie. The two of you were outside, drunk off your asses, staring at the stars while you laid on the snowy ground. You felt the whisper of cold air dancing against your skin as it made you yearn for warmth. It was such a beautiful night, and all of your sentimental feelings just kept bubbling up. Ellie was just as drunk as you, but that didn’t stop her from going on and on about space and the stars. The stars looked blurry to you, almost like someone had smeared paint against a dark canvas. You couldn't help but think of the countless paintings Ellie has in her room, the times she’s let you see her painting process. Such an artist.

“—and the universe just keeps expanding. It doesn’t stop,” you heard Ellie say in wonder. You turned your head to look at her, at the girl whose eyes looked too much like the stars you were both admiring.

“I love it when you talk about space,” you said to her.

“Really?” she asked.

“Yeah.” You rolled over to lay on your side and truly look at her. “I think you’re beautiful when you… when you talk about the things you love.” The alcohol in your system was making you feel warm and fuzzy. All you wanted to do was speak the truth, to tell Ellie all about the feelings you guarded within you.

“Are you messing with me?” Ellie asked, turning to face you as well.

“No, never,” you said to her. You got lost in her eyes the way you get sucked into a whirlpool. You leaned in without realizing, pecked her lips lightly, then pulled away. You could see the shock on Ellie’s face, but she said nothing. A moment of silence passed before she spoke.

“You need to go home and sober up,” she said. Even in your drunken state you could see the sadness on her features.

+ + +

The next morning you could feel the chill enter your room far before you woke up, burying yourself into your blankets further. You felt at peace in your deep slumber. It was definitely some of the best sleep you’d had in a while—until you heard a certain someone knocking on your door, and last night’s events came crashing down on you.

“[Y/N]? You there?” you heard Ellie call from outside. Shit. This was bad. Very bad. How were you going to face her after what you did? But with both of you as drunk as you were, did she even remember? You groaned as you burrowed yourself under your covers.

“Go away,” you responded groggily. You didn’t want to leave the warmth of your bed, and you didn’t want to wake up and go on patrol with her after last night. Oh, God, what were you going to do? You considered your options, and the only doable one would be to pretend that none of it ever happened.

“Come on. Is that any way to talk to your favorite patrol partner?” Ellie teased. You rolled your eyes.

“Yes. Especially when she wakes me up from good sleep,” you said curtly.

“Ouch,” she said from behind the door. “We’re running a little behind schedule. You need to get up.”

“No thanks.”

“You decent?” she asked.

“No, but I’ll let you get a good look.” Maybe you shouldn’t have said that after last night’s events, but you needed to keep the facade up somehow. It was hard to act like everything was normal, but at least you were making it so far. This was the kind of humor you and Ellie had around each other, anyway.

“Aw, fuck off. You’re so grumpy in the morning,” Ellie said. “I’m coming in.” You heard the rustling of the doorknob, and you screamed internally. You had given her a spare key to your place a long time ago when she gave you one to hers. You and Ellie had been close friends ever since she first showed up in Jackson, thick as thieves, someone whom you had always put your trust in. You were still hidden underneath your covers when you heard the door open and close, followed by Ellie’s agile footsteps. You didn’t know how, but she had mastered walking so silently she was undetectable, but not to you. You recognized her footsteps like your own heartbeat. There was a dip in the mattress beside you, and soon you felt a hand gripping onto your blanket and ripping it off you.

“Ellie!” you shouted, the cold air hitting your face immediately. “You’re such an asshole.” You sat up in bed and glared at her. She was already dressed for patrol with her hair in a low bun and her backpack on. She dressed in layers today, which made sense given how snowy and cold it had been lately. “Since when are you ready so early?”

“Ever since I learned my patrol partner doesn’t like to get up early. Someone’s gotta protect us from Maria’s wrath.”

“You’re right.” You rose from the bed quickly, rubbing your hands together for warmth. If there was one thing you feared more than Infected, it was probably Maria when she was angry—or maybe now it was facing your best friend. Regardless, you’d rather not get scolded again for delaying patrol rotations.

“That was quick,” you heard Ellie remark once you were in your bathroom. “Thought you’d be too tired from partying last night.” Her words made you freeze in front of your sink. Did she remember? Even if she did, you needed to stay committed to acting as if you didn’t.

“Yeah, well, I’d rather not be on Maria’s bad side today.” You ran the water from the faucet as you freshened up for the morning. “Also, I’m not hungover, so I’m good,” you said lightly. You may not have been hungover, but you wish you were instead of feeling nauseatingly anxious. You drunkenly kissed your best friend, and now you needed to pretend none of it ever happened. Why couldn’t I have been drunk enough to forget? you thought to yourself. Once you were done, you grabbed some fresh clothes from your closet before heading back to the bathroom to change. All the while Ellie just sat on your bed patiently and made small conversation with you. Still no other mentions of last night. After you finished getting dressed you hurriedly prepared your backpack for the day with all the supplies you’d need.

“Ready?” Ellie asked. She rose from your bed and walked over to your desk where you were preparing your things.

“Yeah,” you answered, even though it took a moment for the words to leave your mouth. It was hard to stay composed when Ellie was so close to you. Although you felt awkward, you were doing your best not to let that show, and you hoped Ellie wasn’t suspicious of you. “Alright, let’s go.” You slung your backpack over your shoulder and exited your home with Ellie, locking the door behind you. The two of you gathered your horses, weapons, and ammo before logging that the two of you were leaving for patrol. As you left Jackson, you could see more and more snow covering the ground and trees everywhere. The once lively branches that swayed in the wind were now still and bare in the midst of winter. You and Ellie stayed close together on your horses as you kept keen eyes and ears out for anything amiss. The most important part of patrol was to clear any Infected and gather whatever supplies you found. You also hoped that the time outside could clear your head.

Despite the fact the sun was out, it did nothing to help the cold. While wandering through the empty streets, you and Ellie managed to find an old drugstore of sorts. You gathered lots of supplies, such as painkillers, unopened gauze, and bandages among other things. You felt pretty good about the haul, and Ellie found a good amount of supplies too. You glanced at her from the other side of the store. She was looking at some of the trinkets they sold, toying with a keychain in her hand.

“What you got there?” you asked. She glanced at the keychain, then you, before tucking it away.

“Just some keychain I found.” You figured she’d show it to you later, so you didn’t question her further. She did seem a little more quiet than usual today. It was unlike her to not be chatting you up, and she had been stuck in her head since patrol started. You wanted to ask her if she was okay, but you weren’t sure how. What if she was upset because of you? What if she remembered the kiss and wanted nothing to do with you? Then again, if you pretended to know nothing, could anything really go wrong? You wanted to check up on her, because after being friends with Ellie for so long you knew her too well. You knew something was bothering her and plaguing her mind because she always does this—she gets quiet and pulls away. You can’t help but think back to when you first met and how something about her just drew you in. Maybe it was her bright eyes, or her spunky attitude, or the way she carried herself. She was so strong and she held such determination for whatever she did. You admired those things about her, and soon that admiration grew into something much more. Every time you looked at her you felt your heart give way. If it could, your heart would grow legs and give itself to Ellie without a second thought.

The question is, would she accept it?

That was the only thing you were unsure of, but you were sure of your love for Ellie. Everything about her soothed you and pulled you in while also managing to ignite a burning passion within you. Your love for her was strong, and you wondered if such a flame could ever exist within her. Yet, as you thought about your hopes of a love with Ellie, that fire was quickly extinguished. You couldn’t forget the look of shock on her face after you kissed her. It seemed she didn’t feel the same way about you, and maybe now you’d have to mourn a love that could never be. After some time wandering around quietly, you finally decided to break the silence.

“Hey, you okay? You’re a little quiet today.” You looked up at her from the shelf you were skimming to find her gathering old rags and bottles.

“Yeah, I’m… alright, I guess. Maybe a little hungover.”

“I don’t know. You just seem a little down,” you said. You didn’t want to push her too much, but you still wanted to be there for her. What if it really was your fault she was upset?

“How much do you remember from last night?” she asked. The question threw you off, the fear running through your veins making you feel colder than the weather outside. Oh, God, she remembers, you thought.

“I remember going to the party, dancing with you, Dina, and Jesse, our card game, going home… That’s about it,” you answer. Ellie nodded her head. “Why? Is there something I’m supposed to remember?”

“No, not really. Was just wondering if you’re as hungover as me.”

“Oh,” you say. “No, not really.” You heard her hum in agreement. “Well, what’s been going on with you lately?”

“Nothing much, just girl problems,” she said simply.

“I see.” Girl problems. Hearing her utter the phrase brought a dull ache to your chest, but you knew it was best to play along like you knew nothing. “So, who’s the lucky girl?”

“I’d rather not say. Doesn’t seem like it’s going anywhere, anyway.” What does that even mean? you thought.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You zipped up your bag after organizing the supplies you gathered. “It’s her loss, then.”

“Think so?” Ellie asked, glancing up at you from her bag. You nodded.

“I know so.” You slipped your backpack on, Ellie doing the same shortly after. “Anyways, let’s brighten your mood. Get your mind off things.”

“How?” she asked grumpily.

“Um, hello? It’s winter and there’s snow outside. We should enjoy the nature.”

“You’re one of those people Joel would call a hippie.”

“A what?” you asked. You had maybe heard the word once or twice before, but that was only from the much older people in Jackson. People your age never used the word, much less knew it. You and Ellie exited the door and found your horses still waiting for you both outside. It was then that you noticed it had begun snowing again.

“A hippie. They, like, love nature and the outdoors and do crazy drugs and dress weird.”

“Oh, that’s kinda cool,” you say. Even though she rolled her eyes at you, Ellie quickly started smiling as she watched you hoist yourself on your horse. “Would you have been a hippie with me?”

“Why? So I’d do crazy drugs with you?” She climbed onto her horse's back and waited for you to take off so she could ride alongside you.

“Yeah, why else?” you joked. You heard Ellie let loose a small laugh. Good. You hoped she was lightening up a bit.

“And we could travel cross country. Joel says they listened to rock music and traveled together in vans and shit. Isn’t that weird?”

“That sounds like lots of fun.” You let out a small sigh. “Man, we live in the most fucked up reality.”

“Tell me about it.”

“See? Isn’t this fun? It’s so beautiful out today,” you said to her. You watched as Ellie’s eyes scanned her surroundings: the falling snow, the stillness around her.

“Hippie.”

“Whatever. You like it.”

“I do,” she said softly. You both glanced at each other, something hanging in the air between you two. The way she looked at you—there was something in it—and you felt your heart seize and pound against your chest. “Thanks for making me feel better. Your pick-me-up’s always work.”

“Anytime,” you replied. You stared into her eyes, a sort of softness appearing that hadn’t been there before. It mixed with the cold and snow perfectly, and you wondered if this is how winter felt before the whole world fell apart. She made you feel like you could forget about all the chaos inside you. In this moment you felt all the anxiety and worry about the night before falling away. None of it mattered. Not when you were here with her and she was looking into your eyes like this.

However, as much as you longed for it, that tranquility and beauty didn’t last long. In the distance you could hear the dreaded sounds of chirping and clicking. You and Ellie’s expressions changed immediately as you both drew your guns. You took the safety off yours and cocked it, scanning your surroundings. You saw nothing when you surveyed the area around you, until you saw movement out of the corner of your eye. The Stalker let out a large scream as it ran towards you from the left. You didn’t have time to think. You just pulled the trigger and watched as blood spilled from its fungal plates. The Stalker screeched loudly, but it had yet to fall. You shot it once more, and only then did it collapse.

The relief you felt was short lived because soon after you heard screaming and more clicking. Fuck, there’s more, you realized. As you squint your eyes, you could see at least half a dozen Infected running through the cloud of snow.

“Fuck, fuck, Ellie, we need to go!” You and Ellie fired off a few shots at the Infected before whipping the reins of your horses and taking off. The screams only grew louder as they chased after the two of you. The snow was starting to get heavier, and you cursed internally. You couldn’t believe your luck at being chased by Infected during a snowstorm. Neither you nor Ellie knew where to go, but you were hoping to keep going until you found some place to stay. You kept your horse in close range of Ellie’s, turning when she did and snaking past buildings and left behind debris. Eventually the sound of Infected was far behind you both, and you found an old abandoned house with the front door and windows boarded up. The snow was quite heavy by the time the two of you dismounted your horses and checked the area for any Infected. Once you both deemed the area clear, Ellie boosted you through an open window on the side of the house to open up the garage. The two of you would just have to standby and wait for the storm to die down.

+ + +

It had already been hours and the storm had yet to calm. The wind howled loudly, and you could almost hear the cold outside. You and Ellie surveyed every part of the house after you found it. There were no Infected, and it was clear no one had lived here for a long time, but whoever once did took good care of it. It was a small, one-story building with only one bedroom, an old home office, a bathroom, and a kitchen that was connected to the living den. Nothing fancy, but could you really be so choosy in such a world? The couch in the living room was all torn up with stains of who knows what all over the cushions. There were no family portraits, no decorations, nothing. It made you wonder who lived here before, what their life was like.

You and Ellie talked about nonsense back and forth while you sat together on the living room floor. There was a slight chill that still entered the home, but since you and Ellie were still layered up it wasn’t too bad. You may have felt extremely awkward and anxious earlier in the day, but Ellie was always able to put you at ease. As you and Ellie’s conversation continued, so did the howling of the wind outside. It seemed to get louder and louder with no end in sight.

“Shit. The storm doesn’t sound like it’s died down at all,” Ellie commented.

“Should we look out the window to check?” you asked.

“Yeah, let’s head to the garage real quick.” You and Ellie walked to the garage door and opened it up, the bone-penetrating cold immediately hitting you. You were glad you got blankets to cover the horses earlier to keep them warm for the time being. You reached the area beneath the window, waiting for Ellie to give you a boost. Once she did and you saw outside the window you gasped.

“Holy shit,” you said. “It’s still fucking snowing and the sun’s set already.”

“No way,” Ellie said. “Are we snowed in?”

“Pretty much.” You hopped off Ellie’s cupped hands, watching as she straightened her back and thought quietly for a moment.

“Looks like we’ll have to stay here tonight. It’s too dangerous to travel back at night,” Ellie advised.

“You’re right. Do you think they’ve sent anyone after us yet?”

“Knowing Maria, probably.” Ellie paced around for a little bit, then stopped to pet Shimmer’s hair. “We should probably figure out what we’re gonna do to pass the time.”

“How about you feed them and I find extra blankets for us?” you suggested. Ellie nodded, reaching for her backpack she left on the garage’s workbench in the corner. You gathered at least four different blankets and dragged them to the living den for you and Ellie to just pass the time. Knowing her, she wasn’t ready to go to bed yet—seeing as she was a huge night owl—and neither were you. A few minutes passed until she rejoined you, plopping down on the floor next to you.

“They’re all fed,” she announced. “If it gets any colder, should we let them stay in here while we sleep?”

“Yeah, I think that’d be best.”

“Okay. We’ll take care of that later.” Ellie grabbed one of the blankets nearest to her and wrapped herself in it before laying down and resting her head on your lap. “Any interesting things to share?” she asked. She looked so pretty from that angle, looking up at you through her eyelashes like that. If you could, you’d kiss her right now, over and over again, and you’d do it right this time.

“Well,” you said coyly. “You’ll never believe what Jesse told me last night.”

“What?” she asked, suddenly intrigued.

“The hot gossip is that he and Dina are dating.”

“No way!” She sat up suddenly, and a part of you wished you could ask her to lay back down again. If she’d let you, you would play with her hair. “How? Since when?”

“No idea. Maybe he has some secret, suave tips with the ladies we don’t know about. Should I ask him for advice?” you joked.

“Hell no,” Ellie said quickly. “I don’t know what’s worse: asking Jesse for dating advice or watching your friends date.” The two of you laughed together at that.

“I mean, Jesse’s a cute guy. I can’t exactly blame Dina.”

“Ew, [Y/N],” she said.

“What? I’m just being honest. I have eyes, don’t I?”

“Gross. I literally can’t see Jesse that way.”

“My apologies,” you said. You loved the smile that lit up Ellie’s face. You wish you could make her smile everyday. There’s a lot of things you wish for when it comes to her, like her love. “I noticed there’s only one bed. Are you okay with sharing tonight?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” she responded.

“Fair enough.” You picked at the threads of your blanket. “Can I ask you something?” The question had been troubling you since this morning. You needed to know if she remembered—if she wanted you to remember—and you’d give her this last chance to come clean.

“Sure,” she said.

“Is there something from last night I forgot?”

“No, there wasn’t,” she said quickly. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much.”

“Oh, okay,” you said back. She seemed to remember the kiss, but maybe she just didn’t want you to remember. Maybe it’s because she didn’t want you and only whatever girl she was talking about this morning. She had Ellie’s heart, not you. You decided to take this as the answer you always wanted, only it was a no. It was painful, but if you could keep her friendship by pretending you knew nothing, then that’s what you’d do. You’d rather be Ellie’s friend than not have her at all.

“Don’t worry. You didn’t do anything stupid. I just asked to check on you.”

“Thanks, Els,” you said. You gave her your best smile, but on the inside you felt anything but happy. “I’m gonna head to bed.” Ellie didn’t dispute you. She just stayed silent as you grabbed your two blankets and headed to the bedroom. You shut the door behind you and pulled off your outdoor clothes until you were in your long sleeve and underwear since you’d rather not sleep in jeans. You flopped into the bed you fixed up earlier, pulling the blankets over your body. You had to replace the old blanket with another you had found, and although there were no pillows you’d make do. You laid in bed for a long time—you’re not sure how long—until you heard the door open slowly. You could hear Ellie’s footsteps and the sound of her blankets dragging on the floor. You didn’t move, instead continuing to stare at the ceiling without another word. You felt Ellie stack her two blankets on top of yours then slide into bed next to you. She was only wearing a t-shirt and boxers, just like she always did.

“You awake?” she asked. You let out a small hum. “Tired?”

“Yeah,” you whispered.

“Me too.” You felt Ellie shift in the bed, linking her hands together underneath her head. “Are you cold?”

“No, I’m pretty warm.”

“Good. I can’t have you getting frostbite on me.”

“You also can’t have an icicle sleeping next to you,” you joked.

“Definitely not.” Feeling her so close to you tonight was painful. God, she was the only thing you ever wanted.

“Els?”

“Yeah?” she asked, craning her neck to look at you. She could still make your shape out in the dark, even if she couldn’t exactly see your features.

“I didn’t forget,” you breathed out. You were so scared to admit the truth, but you couldn’t hold it in any longer. You didn’t want to lose her, but never taking the chance to be honest was more painful. This was your last chance to come clean.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” she said immediately. She pulled you into a hug, and you didn’t know if it made you feel better or worse. “You were just drunk, okay? I know you meant nothing by it.”

“But that’s not true,” you explained. Your head rested against her chest, and you could hear her steady heartbeat. “It meant everything to me.”

“[Y/N], you better not be playing with me,” she whispered. You felt her arms loosen around you, almost as if she was preparing to pull away.

“I’d never do that to you.”

“Don’t lie to make me feel better,” she warned. She pulled away from you entirely, and you could already feel her warmth leaving you. She sat up in bed and swung her legs over the edge. Her back was to you now, and you couldn’t imagine anything more painful than that.

“Why would I lie about this?” you asked.

“Because why would you kiss me? You could have anyone in Jackson, so why me? You just got a little drunk and kissed me because I was right there, not because I’m actually the person you want. To you it meant nothing.”

“You’re everything to me, Ellie. You’re my everything, and you have no idea.” You sat up in bed now, the blankets sliding off your body as you did.

“If that’s true, why’d you act like you didn’t remember?” she asked.

“Because I remember the face you made when I did it. I thought maybe you didn’t feel the same after all, so I’d rather pretend to forget so I don’t have to lose you.”

“You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to kiss you.” Her voice was lower than usual, almost like she wanted to whisper. “I thought you just did it because you were drunk. I was shocked because I never expected you to, and if you really forgot I wasn’t going to embarrass you and make you remember.”

“So what are you saying, Ellie?” you asked.

“That you’re all I’ve ever wanted,” she said earnestly. She finally turned her head to look in your direction.

“And I’ve always wanted you. Always.” She reached out to you again and pulled you closer to her until you were laying on her body. Her arms snaked around you, her hands rubbing your sides and your back. You wrapped your arms around her neck, and you could feel her breath against your skin. You’ve had sleepovers with her before, slept next to her countless of times, but never like this. This was new, and it was exciting.

“Can I ask you something?” you said, finally breaking the silence.

“Go ahead.”

“Let me kiss you again, and let me do it right,” you requested.

It took Ellie a moment, but you felt her cup your cheek with her hand, rubbing a thumb across your skin. She was so gentle, so kind. Everyday you only fell for her more and more. You heard the cloth of her shirt rub against the blankets as she leaned in, her head tilting as her lips slowly made contact with yours. You knew it technically wasn’t your first kiss with her, but it sure felt like it. She kissed you softly and slowly, like she had all the time in the world, because in a way she did. It was as if time had frozen with the snowstorm, and she’d have you all to herself for the rest of the time spent in this house. You had dreamed about kissing her so many times, but none of it compared to the way her lips actually felt against yours. You felt her other hand come up to grab your face, but nothing about her movements were harsh—they never were. God, if there was one word to describe Eillie it would be “gentle.” Her hands were so warm against your skin, and you never wanted any of it to end.

Begrudgingly, Ellie pulled away, but she still held your face in her hands. She wished it wasn’t so dark so she could admire you like she always had, but she’d still treasure and cherish this moment with you.

“I’ve always loved you,” she said.

“I’ve always loved you, too,” you replied. You felt like someone had placed heaven in the palm of your hands, because that’s what being at Ellie Williams’ side felt like. “It seems like both of us have been pining for each other this whole time,” you observed.

“It sure does,” she replied. “It’s kind of gay.”

“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m kicking you out of this room,” you said, but you couldn’t help the laugh that spilled from your lips.

“I’m sorry, I take it back,” she said, but not before pulling you into another kiss.

[meownotgood]

fics ♡

fired / hayakawa aki x fem!reader

word count: 16.9k

tags: 18+, smut, office sex, smoking, drunk flirting, blowjob, fingering, power imbalance, spit kink, teasing & dirty talk, dom aki but he lowkey a switch, suit kink...?

summary: Aki never thought he'd find himself falling for a subordinate, but stranger things happen when you're a devil hunter. At least being the boss has its perks.

a little death / hayakawa aki x fem!reader

word count: 20.6k

tags: 18+, smut, angst, smoking, love confessing, that one trope where they step in front to protect you, tending to wounds, hand job, finger sucking, aki is touch-starved and needy as hell

summary: You meant everything to him, and Aki promised to keep you safe, even if it meant dying for you.

cherry waves / hayakawa aki x fem!reader

word count: 6.1k

tags: 18+, smut, fluff, fingering, cunnilingus, tender sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, smoking, established relationship, lots and lots of i love you's, soft dom aki

summary: Aki is undeniably, wholeheartedly in love with you, and there's nowhere he tells you he loves you more than right here, in his bed, when you're under him.

arrival in tokyo / hayakawa aki x fem!reader

word count: 23.2k

tags: 18+, smut, exhibitionism (aki fucks you in an alleyway), light degradation, praise, pain play (aki puts his cigarette out on you), begging & teasing, face-fucking, thigh-fucking, spit kink, fingering, choking, 1 (one) spanking, pet names (good girl, baby, etc.), aki is a bit of an ass, he punches you in the face once

summary: Aki has found you insufferable from the moment you were paired up together. It's bad enough that they're forcing him to work with a damn devil, but you happen to be the most disobedient, irritating devil he's ever met. You seem to have quite the attitude, and brats like you ought to be put in their place.

heaven is a bedroom / hayakawa aki x reader

word count: 5.3k

tags: 18+, reader is fem bodied, fingering, praise, creampie, aki is a huge softie, tender and intimate morning sex

summary: Aki loves you. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you, and on mornings like these, giving his love to you is really the only thing that matters.

under the influence / hayakawa aki x fem!reader

word count: 114.8k

tags: 18+, aki is a virgin, reader is a stripper, plot heavy, drinking & smoking, strangers to lovers, semi-public sex, dry humping, finger sucking, body worship, hand job, blow job, orgasm control, fingering, creampie, virginity loss / virgin kink, cumplay, overstimulation, reader is shorter than aki, reader has nipple piercings, reader has a bit of experience, both reader and aki are incredibly touch-starved

summary: When Aki gets dragged to the most popular strip club in Tokyo in hopes it'll help him "de-stress", against all odds, you help him do just that. In return, he finally cures your itch for something more.

drabbles (sfw) ♡

softcore / hayakawa aki x gn!reader

fluff, established relationship, aki being soft for the reader

indirect kiss / hayakawa aki x gn!reader

fluff, suggestive, aki shares his lollipop with you

the end, the end, the end / hayakawa aki x gn!reader

spoilers, angst, hurt no comfort, mild sexual content

kiss / hayakawa aki x gn!reader

fluff, just giving aki lots of kisses

devilish / hayakawa aki x fem!reader

halloween special, strip tease, kissing scene, slight exhibitionism, slight dubcon (both reader and aki are drunk), reader wears a feminine devil costume, suggestive content

embrace / hayakawa aki x gn!reader

fluff & angst, just lots of tender hugs with aki

pocky / hayakawa aki x gn!reader

fluff, playing the pocky game with aki

505 / hayakawa aki x gn!reader

choking, slightly suggestive, lots and lots of angst

movie date / hayakawa aki x gn!reader

fluff, first kiss, lots of hand holding, going to the movies with aki

ashes & kisses / hayakawa aki x gn!reader

fluff, smoking, make-out session, body worship (male receiving), kissing aki's scars

new year's kiss / hayakawa aki x gn!reader

fluff, aki kisses you the minute the clock strikes twelve

last act / hayakawa aki x gn!reader

angst, hurt no comfort, bad ending, blood, aki watches you die in his arms

drabbles (nsfw) ♡

rosemary / hayakawa aki x fem!reader

smut, handjob, overstimulation, edging, sub aki

high to death / hayakawa aki x gn!reader

smut, angst, tender sex, established relationship, soft sex with aki after he almost died on a mission

ghost / hayakawa aki x gn!reader

18+, smut, sub aki, handjob, bondage, begging, choking, using the ghost devil power to pleasure aki

bloodthirst / hayakawa aki x gn!reader

18+, blood play, blood sucking, biting, dry humping, grinding, finger sucking, praise, reader is a devil hybrid, aki is a bit mean, power imbalance (aki is the reader's superior), reader refers to aki as "sir"

sense of control / hayakawa aki x gn!reader

18+, suggestive content, aki is the control devil, teasing, corruption, power imbalance, stalking, the office scene from episode 5 but with aki

equalizer / gun fiend!aki x reader

18+, reader is fem bodied, csm spoilers, gun play, fear play, blood play, monster fucking, mirror sex, dubcon, stomach bulge, aki has a metal dick

headcanons ♡

new message !! / CSM x reader

the texts they send you when you're away, includes: aki, denji, & yoshida

married life / hayakawa aki x gn!reader

married life with house-husband aki

morning routine / hayakawa aki x gn!reader

morning routine with boyfriend aki

family life / hayakawa aki x gn!reader

raising a family with your husband, aki

miscellaneous ♡

one / aki, who comes home from work really late and utterly exhausted

two / hayakawa aki drives you home when it rains

three / thinking about how pretty aki would look under you

four / the mattress shifts when aki turns, rolling over to wrap his arms around you

five / aki has never heard anyone tell him they love him

six / the lights in hokkaido seem to glow even brighter when you're here beside him

seven / aki usually wakes up before you

eight / there is an idea of normalcy aki always dreams of

nine / aki teaches you how to ice skate

ten / when aki dies, you find traces of him in your apartment

eleven / texts from boyfriend aki

twelve / aki hugs you tighter than anyone you think you've ever known

thirteen / on your worst days, aki offers to shower with you

[vacantgodling]

I have a burning question for you. One we all need answers to (only if you want to feel free to let this ask rot in your askbox for eternity you have my permission.)

is donut wip alive

KAT!!! i’m happy to see ya :’)

technically speaking donut wip & the entirety of the liminal space series as a whole are still alive! (i’m not a huge fan of killing off my wips i usually just shelve them indefinitely until i circle back to the idea) — couple of reasons it’s shelved rn tho

1. paramour brainrot >>>>>>>> like seriously this wip has made me insane idk what magical combination of tropes and ideas i managed to spark like 2 years ago but i have never been this abnormal about a wip ever i think lol. so a lot of my wips have been sidelined in favor of my Child.

2. i got Super Stuck. not just regular stuck where you get writers block for a bit then move on no, i mean Super Stuck as in i was stuck on donut wip chapter 15 i think for like a year and a half before i finally said “i cannot force myself to write more in this draft i have to take a break” so i stepped back from it and the series in general to figure out what was going on with me and my brain. and i think really what it came down to is at that time it wasn’t fun for me to write? it felt very much like a chore—despite all of its horror it seemed “safer” to write. it was the thing people were expecting out of me and i felt like i was writing more to fulfill expectations than to actually write this story because i enjoy it. AND I DO ENJOY IT!! that’s the crazy thing. i really like this story and the nuance i allowed to grow into it when it literally started as me being “fuck it write a horror novel just to finish something and don’t care about the characters” but i care about them so much now etc etc.

but because i don’t do well when i feel forced it just sucked the joy out of it for me. paramour in comparison, has never felt forced. it’s always exciting and stimulating to my brain because it is a wip that is so very Me all over it. and i wanted donut wip to have that same feel but i gotta give it more time. maybe i’ll try doing the outline to writing method that i’ve been doing and working for paramour so i can avoid getting stuck again.

however, i did actually rewrite donut wip’s chapter 1 proper back in may of this year—i wanted to see if i could come back to it and make myself write it Forreal and i could! i did! and i’m really happy with it! which is exciting! and as a treat you (and anyone else who reads this full nonsense ramble or remembers donut wip from eons ago) can read that revamped first chapter—first official piece of donut wip writing i’ve ever really posted. just cuz like tbh it means a lot to me that you care about that story weh ;3; and remember—

so without any more waffling: here is chapter one, uncensored from spoilers so u get drawn into the mystery 👀

Chapter One

I groaned when my guitar string snapped again for the third time today, the discordant twang echoing in my large dorm, up to the rafters. I heard Andres laugh from Tiffany’s bed.

“Oh yeah, making faces at it will help.”

“Fuck off.” I stuck my tongue out at him. “Toss me…” I waggled my pointer finger towards a stack of boxes between Tiffany’s bed and my desk. Opened and dangerously leaning was a box of replacement guitar strings, near empty and I’d only bought them a few months ago. “… Those.” Andres didn’t move though. I groaned again.

“Andre!” I snapped my finger and my voice at him. “Strings!”

“I’m not a dog. Besides, you’ve been at this for three hours. When are you finally gonna give up for the day and spend some time with your bestie?” He put emphasis on the word, but the trill of his voice was playful. “Hmm. I have been buggin‘ on this part a bit.” I pretended to think, tapping my thumb against my cheek. He seemed hopeful. I caved and laughed aloud. “Later!” I giggled at his groan. “I wanna make sure this melody’s flowin’ right before I break. Then we can play Spyro or whatever else ya wanna do.” Seeing as he couldn’t be bothered to give me my strings, I got up myself and toed my way through the mess that was steadily building up on the floor between the beds. I snatched up the box before Andres could knock it over with his outstretched foot.

“Oh, you watch it mister.”

“Sooooory.” He dragged out, but his grin told me he wasn’t sorry. I flipped him off, then flopped back down on my bed, quickly setting to work on restringing. More of them had begun snapping lately as I composed, but I chalked it up to stress. Finals wore me down this semester, more than they had in our first year, but it was bittersweet that they were over now. This year went by so fast, it’s like I blinked and it was December again. Beside me on the bed my bright yellow phone buzzed.

“Who’s that?” Andres asked. I flipped it open to look at the message.

from: vivi

Are you sure you want to stay for winter break?

from: vivi

Dad wanted me to ask again.

I tossed my phone back on the bed.

“Just my sister!” I said cheerfully. “Doing dad’s errands again. I told him I didn’t want to deal with him and Miss Borsche.” I wrinkled my nose. “He’s been buggin’ her to get me to come with them since I told him no.”

“Come with them… where?”

“Oh usually dad goes on some sorta cruise or vacation for the holidays. But, he never invites Vi. So I never go.”

“Why doesn’t he invite her?” The question was posed nonchalantly, and I looked over at Andres, who was looking down at his smartphone.

I’d venture to say that we’d become near best friends now after the past year and a half of knowing each other, yet there was still a lot we didn’t know about each other. I knew he had siblings, but not their names, and he knew about Juvia, but not anything more than that. I knew his family wasn’t rich but they worked extra to push him through school. He knew that mine was, but I had loans out the ass. We played guessing games every now and again—to get to know each other. But whenever there was some real-life line we went to cross in our blossoming friendship, he was always open and I always hesitated. It’s just how it were.

“She…” I tilted my head back and forth a bit. “It’s a bit complicated, I reckon.”

“Then take your time telling me. I’m not rushing you.” Our eyes caught, and he gave me a tiny smile that I couldn’t not return back. But things fell quiet after that, and I turned back to my strings.

Winter break was here, and the freedom that came with it curled around our slowly emptying building like the fresh blanket of snow that dusted our sleepy little college town. On the telly earlier, there were talks about a blizzard rolling in sometime between today and tomorrow. The snow for now was peaceful, and inviting. It crowned even my windowsill when I woke up this morning, and even if I wasn’t with Juvia in person, the holiday buzz still felt strong in the air.

A rap on the door drew me out of my thoughts.

”It’s open!” I called. The handle clicked then pushed open a crack, just enough for someone to poke their head in.

“Kelley.” Andres acknowledged the second I breathed out “Joaquin!” Our R.A regarded us with a lazy smile, and my eyes traced the curve of his handsome mouth. A flush of heat shivered through my body, and I darted my eyes away when they met mine.

“How are you two holding up here? Your folks coming soon?”

“Negativo.” Andres leaned back on Tiffany’s pillow, stretching one leg out into the air. I heard something pop and I made a face. “They’re back home and I don’t have enough money for a plane ticket there. So I’m staying.” Joaquin nodded easily, then he turned to me again. “Julissa?”

“Just Juls is okay!” I said quickly. I coughed. “Um, no, I’m also staying. If that’s alright?”

“No rules against it.” Joaquin flashed me a smile. “I was checking to see who’s still going to be here so I can send a final count to the director.”

“Is it just gonna be us?” Andres asked.

“No, there’s,” Joaquin paused to pop open the door a little further, and leaned against the wall. He counted on his fingers. “The three of us. Then, Daisy Kennedy, on the third floor. René Edwards, down the hall and….” He looked up at the ceiling, trying to remember. “Ah, Saul…Carson, I believe. Top floor.”

“Didn’t know you had someone named Saul on your floor.” I said, looking over to Andres. He snorted. “Me either. Aside from my roommates, I only really talk to you Juls.”

“You’re such a loner.” I teased, as though I was any better. Andres chucked Tiffany’s pillow at me.

“Hey!”

“Actually Kelley?” Andres started. I threw the pillow back and nailed him in the torso, making him choke on his next words. Joaquin’s quiet huff of a laugh distracted me for two seconds—enough for me to let my guard down. Andres jumped from Tiffany’s bed to mine and grabbed me in a headlock.

“Andre!” I shrieked, but he was merciless. His freehand dug into my side and began to tickle at my sides. It wasn’t long before I was howling with laughter, trying to desperately shove him off me. Amused, Joaquin waited patiently with his arms folded loosely over his chest.

Andres finally relented and let me go and I kicked his shin for good measure. “God, I can’t breathe.” I wheezed. Andres laughed jovially, then turned back to Joaquin. “I was going to ask if we had to stay in our dorms while we were here?”

“Well,” He looked between Andres and I, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t think you need my permission, you’re both adults.” I felt heat swarm my dark cheeks and next to me Andres sputtered. “It’s nothing like that!” He snapped. “I just mean, I got a leak in my room and Juls offered to let me crash here. I just don’t know if the break protocol is different than during the school year.”

“A leak?” Joaquin frowned, reaching for his phone. It was similar to Andres’s, clear and sleek. He tapped a few buttons. “From the roof?”

“Yeah. I woke up this morning to snow dripping down my face.” Andres shrugged. “I don’t know how long the leak has been there, it’s been pretty dry this year. But I don’t want to deal with it, it’s literally right above my bed.”

“Like I said, you don’t really need my permission to stay wherever you’d like. But thanks for telling me, I just scheduled a maintenance request.” Joaquin tucked his phone back into his tight jeans. “Should be a few days but it should be fixed.”

“If it wasn’t snowing, I’d get up there and do it myself.” I hit Andres with my hand lightly. “That’s dangerous.”

“Wouldn’t want you falling off.” Joaquin hummed. “Now that I would be held responsible for.”

“Are you staying too, Joaquin?” I asked. Andres elbowed me. “He just said that. Earth to Juls, get your mind out of the gutter.”

“It wasn’t there in the— Oh, I hate you!” Andres and I began squabbling again and from the door Joaquin laughed. “I’ll leave you all to it!”

“Thanks for coming by!” I called after him as he moved from the doorway. Before I turned fully back to Andres, from the corner of my eye, I saw… something follow after Joaquin. I couldn’t get a good enough look at it, but what I did see looked like a cream colored tail.

[lordoftablecloths]

vent post i guess i dont know i just wanted to write stuff down instead of just go ing to bed and crying over it you can just scroll past it

im fine im sane im noramal im so unbleiveably cringe ,, the only person i have irl- fuck, or even online for that matter- to show the dumbass things i write is my silly little dumbass younger brother who doesn;t understand what im trying to get at and i guess its not his fault, i seriously doubt he's spent unhealthy amounts of time making various short scenerios in his head about charcters he came up with and eventually trying to give them a story and write little things about them in google docs because where else am i supposed to put this and its just ,, he doesnt know wht im trying to do and i dont know how to explain it to him because the "history" i gess behind it is so fucking complicated by now that these characters arent even the same characters as they were when i originally created them, other than some physical attributes and their names and he just knows them as the random cringe shit i made up in middle school but so many years have passed by now that these stupid fuckers whose only purpose to serve is to make me stop remembering that i exist and ive gotten too attatched to them because who else was i supposed to get attatched to when i was going through an identity crisis at the time- and, quite frankly, still fucking am- and it was so much easier to pretend i dont exist and just project my flaws and insecurities and underlying subconcsious thoughts into these charactes that no one knows about except me and oh god im just created a long ass vent post on tumblr that no one's going to read and no one understands the story behind fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck whatever ill go ahead and post this unfinished thing because no one's going to get it either way ill probably delete it later if it doesnt get buried under reblogs

dont think too much about this i just got sad because my brother was giving me a bunch of criticism on an outline of a story i was working on- which is fair, i need to take criticism- but he only knows the characters in it as their semi-formed cringe versions so i chickened out half way and now i feel bad because i was really proud of this thing for the whopping span of like one day before i decided to show it to another human person instead of letting it rot away inside of me like i usually do and now i feel bad about my writing skills

im trying so hard to just take his words with a grain of salt because this kid does not have nearly as much experience with writing as i do, but i feel like im copying too many of my inspirations (DnD, generic fantasy story about defeating evil creature, silly tropes, etc,,) which sucks because that was just like the first two pages of the outline and theres nine fucking pages and like the second half of it was what i put the most effort into and i felt like the ideas were really origianl but i could make myself let him naturally get to that part of the outline because i was starting to feel really bad and wieerd and oh god he is looking at ideas i havent ever expressed to another human person even though i am very familaiar with because i came up with them and they havebeen in my head for at least a year or two by now and have been haunting me ever since so instead of skipping ahead to the parts that were really good in my opinion but would have made no sense without context i just told him to piss off i gues s

i dont know. i feel dumb. i feel stupid. ive put so much effort into this stuff and the concept that ive been wasting my time feels like too heavy of a weight to handle. god none of this porbobably nmakes any sense ,,,,,,,,, i guess this is why i feel miserable when the fanart and shitpost memes i post get a comically larger audience and attention than the art relating to my silly goofy ocs, because these stupid fucking characters are all thats keeping me going . call me cringe, but is it still cringe if the concept that maybe i too can be around people that love me and instead of having to like me in spite of my faults love me for them keeps me from fucking killing myself is it still cringe?

if a tree falls in a forest and no one's around, does its fall even make a sound? (shit piss fuck sorry i dont remember the original quote and all i can remember is tha t one line from that one musical i dont remember what it was)

if an autistic moron that cant even talk to a cashier without having a panic attack makes a universe full of fictional characters of his own cfreation then an alternate universe, then several alternate universes, then a spin off from that original universe and etc etc but its all just on google fucking docs and no where else except deleted excerpts from a dead wattpad account, did he ever even create anything at all?

its pointless. its all so fucking pointless. its a waste of time. why do i do this at all. its so fucking pointless. it makes no fucking sense. you cant just make a story with characters in it, then make a fucking fantasy au of that universe with the same characters but with different designs and wildly different personalities and then make a whole fucking complicated lore-filled story about the fantasy au version while the original universe's story is still left mostly unfinished like forget about a first draft of the text i havent even finished the first ddraft of the outline yet buckarooooooo

okay fuck you guys thats all i want to tell you im going to go pretend to myself to try to go to sleep and then cry now

[whatifwekilledgodandwebothgirls]

Shadow and bone first ep review.

I watched exactly 30 munites of it and got so bored i almost cried . I didnt pay attention to jack shit . It was so boring that i managed to have an atleast 15 munites long very passionate converstation about if a person can be 1/3 asian when discusing how the main chick didnt look even 1/2 asian. It lead to another concersation about the difrence between a geometrical and an arithmetic number sequence because apparently your family tree evolves in a geometrical with a1 being 2 and it progresses in powers off two and thats why no matter what you do you cant be 1/3 of something (yes not even 2/6 i know it might seem obvious but i just never thought of it that way) . Also the one thing i remeber about season one was the wierd thing with the russians and the asians , which screams anti comunism but ok . Now aparently the 1/2 asian chick went to some black people country and they all heroically sacraficed themselves to save the white girl which is also a little mehhh .

I didt remeber any of the main cast besides kez , who has an easy name and is a littrealy a fucking peaky blinder trapped in a book adaptetion and inej but only because i just really like saying the name inej. That boring dude and the main chuck made me want to bang my head against a wall they were so boring i dint care about the at all .The little twink that the gun dude is fucking was the only intresting part because i really wanted to see if their reletionship would be wierd and if the twink would get infantalised . I couldnt bear to watch enough to figure out because i got bored . He was very tiny looking and very baby and i think if they give him a sound personality that isnt just bottom™️ they could rock this because if you include a very young effeminate soft man in your story that is getting fucked by an older more dominant guy the twink should have other characteristics besides baby little slut so its not wierd and creepy and predetory .He looked like an abselute baby , and not in a cute way in a way that its wierd for me to watch but then again i have no idea what his character is like . If hes like an actuall human being im cool with it .

Since i absolutely had no memory of season one i couldnt follow any of the fucking stuff that was going on , never mind the fact that the plot jumed so fucking fast between so many character , all of which no one bother to provied us with a reason to care about , and was so hectic while simultaneously doing nothing to maintain the viewers intrest. Over all all the interactions where so painfully taken out of a romance book it hurt my soul. The sharing a bed trope was so fucking forced , and so is any interaction between the 1/2 asian girl and ben barns because the enemies to lovers trope just slaps you in the face every other line . The graphics where shit as well

Over all . Yeah . Its a bad show . Its boring and its forces it self and it sucked . Dont watch it .