#so if you remember sending one i never answered you might get lucky :)

[jennamacaroni]

Deborah is always giving things to people, and people think because she is very rich and very capable, she doesn't need anyone to give things to her. But Ava gives her something. [you take over from here]

its been two and half years that i've been ruminating on this prompt and never have been able to figure out what this gift could be. this morning i finally found my answer. thank you for sending this prompt which i'm sure at this point you've long forgotten about <3 love u

The package arrives by courier the same evening that Deborah learns ‘My Bad’ is going to network television.  After an obscene bidding war, the purchase price from NBC Universal’s deal will be more revenue for Deborah than all 2,500 Palmetto residency shows combined.  It also happens that NBC has the Super Bowl next February, and network executives pitched the big game to Deborah’s team as the perfect lead-in to maximize viewership.

That’s how big Deborah Vance is in popular culture these days.  Big enough to follow up the most-watched television program of the year.

It’s kind of stunning, Deborah thinks, as Marcus offers her the iPad with the contract pulled up, ready for her signature.  Maybe in her wildest dreams she imagined this level of fame and brand recognition, but it was never all that realistic.  Especially not at her age.  It was impressive enough to sustain her Vegas residency as long as she did in a culture where even the most prolific actors are put out to pasture after age forty.  But here she is, about to sign the biggest deal of her career, north of seventy years old.

Josefina interrupts them before she has the chance to sign, knocking softly on the doorframe to Deborah’s office, holding a small package wrapped in a recycled paper grocery bag.  “Sorry to interrupt, Deborah, but this was just delivered.”

Deborah waves her off.  “Leave it in the kitchen, I’ll get to it later.”

Josefina turns to follow Deborah’s instructions, but something changes her mind.  She hovers instead in the entry to the office, a strange look on her face.

“What is it?” Deborah asks, studying Josefina’s frown, mind going back to Ava hovering in a similar doorway holding the envelope from Kathy back after Frank died.  She shakes the memory away and stands, holding out her hand and beckoning Josefina forward and to get on with it.  She thought this was finally over, that after nearly hitting her with the Rolls Kathy would have gotten the goddamn message.

Josefina enters but stops short of handing it over.  She looks Deborah clear in the eye and says, “It’s from Ava.”

Ah.

Deborah isn’t sure if anyone on her staff is still in contact with her ex-writing partner, but it’s been six months since Deborah fired her on that Hollywood rooftop.

First came the denial:  Ava teary eyed on a night that she should have been celebrating, not believing Deborah’s words.  I can do three months severance and extend your health insurance for six.  Then came the anger, weeks of indignant and resentful texts and voice messages, Ava at her worst poking at every tender part of Deborah she knew, which is just about all of them.  Deborah never once wrote back.  Then bargaining for her job back, even when Deborah knew she was doing just fine writing for television back in LA, that she was even becoming pretty successful.  Then came the weeks where Deborah heard nothing at all, Ava’s messages stopping completely, no updates on any of her social media that Deborah most definitely didn’t keep checking, just to make sure.  Ava’s name in the credits became the only way Deborah knew she was still out there, still okay, still working.

Deborah clears her throat, swallowing down the acute tightening, ignoring the quickening of her heart rate.

“I’ll take it,” she says, curtly, “give me a minute.”

“I already opened the champagne Jimmy sent,” Josefina explains, handing Deborah the box across the desk.  This was a night for celebration, but Deborah suddenly feels like anything but.

“I said, give me a minute,” she snaps, more forceful this time.  Her tone clearly hits the mark because Josefina and Marcus share a knowing look before seeing themselves out.  The contract, Jimmy, the champagne, it can all wait.

She sits back in the opulent wing-backed chair and lets out a long exhale, holding the small wrapped package and measuring its weight.  There’s not much to it really, just wrinkled paper, crooked lines of clear packing tape, and Ava’s chicken scratch with her name and address.

She unwraps it carefully, like she’s afraid of what might be inside.  There’s a plain white envelope with Deborah’s name written small in the center and a box for a pair of noise canceling headphones.  She slips her finger under the seam of the envelope, tearing it open.  A piece of note paper is tri-folded inside, Ava Daniels in neat block printing stamped along the top of the personalized stationery.  Deborah chuckles, thinking Ava has come so far from writing solely on post-its.  The note is simple, Ava’s messy handwriting in black ink in the center of the page:

For your collection. - Ava

Deborah opens the box but there are no headphones inside, only a bunch of balled up paper surrounding an oblong taped up ball of bubble wrap.  Contained within are two ceramic figures, an unlikely pair:  it’s quintessential Deborah in her favorite updo wig, a pants suit dusted in golden glitter, complete with golden high heels and microphone in hand.  The other is a slightly shorter and paler figure with short auburn hair, striped t-shirt, high waisted jeans, and thick black Doc Marten boots.  The tiny Ava is holding a small black notebook.  They’re both laughing, and if placed side by side, the salt and pepper shakers turn slightly into one another, like they’re leaning in and sharing a raucous joke.

Deborah tears up, staring down at them centered on the desktop, Ava the pepper to her salt.  The other half of her pair.  She misses her desperately then, and if she’s serious with herself, has been for the past half of a year, never letting herself truly sit in those feelings until now.

She picks up her phone, squints at the screen through tears, and pulls up Ava’s contact.  Before she knows what she’s doing, Deborah hits the call button.

The phone rings twice, then is sent to voicemail.

The recorded message says, “It’s Ava, drop it like it’s hot.”

Deborah clears her throat.  She has no idea what she even wants to say.  I miss you.  I’m living my dream, I’m famous as hell, about to be more rich than ever, but I’m not happy.  Not without you.  Please come back.  None of it is worth it without you.

But that would be selfish.  Ava is doing fine, thriving even, without Deborah.  She needs to let her be.  Instead, she says, “Hey, it’s um, it’s me.  I got your package.”  She sniffles, swallowing tears.  “They’re perfect.  Thank you.”

She hangs up.

After her hands stop shaking and she’s gathered herself, Deborah carries the shakers to the wall of china cabinets where her collection is fully lit and on display.  She makes room right in the center one at eye-level and sets them together, close enough to touch, their heads leaning into one another.

A few moments later Deborah signs the contract and the house celebrates, Jimmy toasting Deborah and her accomplishments over the phone to a bottle of Dom Perignon, a vintage for 1976, the very year Deborah filmed the late night pilot and ended up starting her stand up career.

If anyone notices the new addition to the salt and pepper shaker collection, no one mentions it.

[silvery-orchid]

BE A BETTER PET FOR ME.

synopsis: neuvillette found a perfect use for you after you left your homeland. (honestly this is so depraved and filthy and messed up i will just give you the warnings so you can decide if you wish to read it. neuvillete the man that you are!!)

pairing: dom!yan! neuvillette x fem!sub!reader; (mentions of dom!yan!dottore x reader) warnings: blowjobs, dubcon (barely), humping, dom/sub dynamics, breeding, pet play, hard kinks, masochist reader, facials, handjobs; mentions of: gang bangs, blackmail, hypnosis, bdsm, bondage, has plot kind of, probably more i can't think of right now.

You've always had to answer to someone in your life. Someone higher than you because they gaze down on everyone and you should be grateful they spared you a glance and asked you anything. If they relied on you get something done - at the orphanage you grew up in or the elections you ran - you should have counted yourself lucky they needed you at all. Leaving Snezhnaya wasn't easy by any means but luck and bravery happened to be on your side that night. No, maybe it was an idea of grandeur on your part?

Regardless of the reason, in your life you learned not to ask too many questions and Fontaine was not hard for you to get used to. Being part of this justice system reminded you of something familiar but far more noble than sending children to their punishments. And, while it did resemble a show, you weren't surprised by that - the only thing that surprised you was your boss.

Neuvillette, the archetypal leader with enough calm and manipulative wit to stand elevated above everyone. People marvelled at him, some were jealous that you were the one to carry his paperwork back and forth and you only have Neuvillette to thank for being so ruthless and cold they never suspected anything else.

In public settings, he didn't allow you to even stand near him. During work hours, you were treated just like anyone else. But after everyone left; Neuvillette never let you run away.

At first, given his nature, you thought you were being too paranoid. You thought his intense gaze that made you drop your pens was just his way of saying you were not good enough. His tugs at your clothes were only reminders of how sloppy you were, surely. He only did that to make you more presentable because he couldn't stand the sight of you. That must have been it.

However, you quickly realized that he was simply a man who wanted to control everything. People had specific roles to fulfil in his eyes and you should have been even more paranoid about your own.

Doubts went away on the night his gloved hand slid up your skirt during a banquet he didn't deem important enough. He saw you standing in the hallway and told you to follow him. He was so calm and composed even when locking the door behind him and pressing you against it. He didn't flinch while you were confused, his fingers were already sliding up your thigh.

'Your dress tonight is far too tempting. Simply groping you to fix it won't be enough.' were the last words he said before sliding your panties to the side and covering your mouth with his hand.

Neuvillette did not have enough regard for you that would disobey his wishes and, while you just remember being hazy, you don't remember fighting his advances.

And that is how it all began. Soon enough, your main job of sorting documents became secondary even if you still had to carry it out with perfection.

Your main job and joy transformed into being perfect enough for him to breed and break. You were lucky nobody was allowed to enter into his office without a direct invitation. If anyone did, they might have found you pressed against the walls or chained to his desk. Perhaps, they would have found you on a pile of important paperwork you brought with his cock buried deep inside while he manhandles you.

But he was so good at it. Sometimes you would stand on the sidelines during his speeches or trials and you would feel warm just from looking at him on that podium. He was always, always above you and a twisted need find it's way between your legs. You would never admit to anyone but him to where you disappeared to. You would never even tell him how, if he was on the radio, you would masturbate to his voice alone.

And fuck, did he have such a nice voice. Anytime it gave you a command, your spine would feel it. If he gave you praise and called you a 'perfect dumb toy', your body would get flushed. If he degraded you? You just felt the need to hear his insults over and over again. Neuvillette was a selfish man, but he loved to see and hear you break.

Right now, you were sitting down next to his chair. He was signing off the final papers you brought with one hand while his other absentmindedly played with your hair.

He would soon be finished. Your eyes carefully traced his movements in anticipation. Soon he would be done and you wouldn't have to keep rubbing your thighs together. Sometimes you would glance at this lap and see that he was already half hard. His libido was insatiable. And it felt so nice to know you were the only one he would breed and stain with his cum.

When he put the last stamp, you looked up at him. He didn't issue you a command and you didn't dare to do anything on your own.

'What? Are you looking at me and hoping for something?'

His voice was always cold unless he was moaning and panting against yohr body. Perhaps that is why you enjoyed everything he did if it made you feel wanted by a man like him?

'Are you so eager to moan out you love me while you cream all over my cock again?'

He hadn't even done anything and you were starting to get wet. Who would imagine such a proper man respected by all would ever say such a thing? Nobody. And that was the allure. Only you knew how much his depravity ran.

'Pet, move over in front of me.' A command. Finally. He could see your eyes light up as you dragged yourself over the floor to kneel down. Your thighs rubbed together and Neuvillette realized just how much he had spoilt you when your hand reached for his belt.

He glared at you and that was enough sign that you had done something wrong. To make it look like an accident, you placed it on his knee instead and rubbed small circles just so that he could feel the warmth of your skin.

Maybe he would punish you by tying you up again? Or he would deny your orgasms and cum on your stomach to prove you weren't good enough for him to actually fuck?

'Tell me pet, am I the best man you've ever been with?'

That was odd. Neuvillette never asked you questions of this nature. Usually they were only questions during passion like: 'You love being dragged on the floor don't you?' and 'Wouldn't you just look so good pregnant and stuffed with my seed?'. But this was new.

'The best man I've been with?' Maybe this was a new game of making you embarrassed? It certainly did the trick

'Y-Yes.' 'Prove it to me then. Before I replace you.'

Even from the darkness inside his office and your current position now you could see that light smirk he had while resting his head on his hand. He wanted to be especially cruel tonight but you never thought he would replace you so soon.

With a shaky hand and a racing mind you reached out for his belt. He allowed it this time but he wasn't amused. If he wanted to replace you, you'd just have to make him feel better than ever before.

Your thighs were so hot and warm you couldn't control yourself. You wanted nothing more than to put his cock in your mouth. No time to undress him or tug down your own clothes.

Neuvellitte let you just free his cock from the restraints and it was already hard by that look on your face. Warm skin, glassy eyes that didn't look anywhere else and complete obedience were in front of him. How could he not enjoy the face you didn't even realize your mouth was open before you pressed yourself forward to lick his tip.

He was such a pale man and yet his tip was the most beautiful shade of red to you. Your fingers wrapped around his girthy and veiny cock and your hips jerked slightly. You remembered how nice it felt when it was inside you - stretching you and hitting all the spots. You had to thank his generosity by circling the tip of it with your tongue. Your excitement was so immense that your mouth was filling with spit and since it was so late Neuvillette didn't care if it got all over his cock and dripped down to his pants.

You were so eager and adorable, looking blissful before he even did anything to you. He thought it would make him happy but instead he furrowed his brow.

'Not good enough.'

You barely had time to register what he said before he gripped your jaw and pulled your head up. The sudden shift had you groaning because you were still on your knees.

'You say i am the best man you've been with yet that look on your face didn't change.'

What was he talking about?

'It looks the same on the photos where you're sucking off that doctor. Tell me, did you take me for a fool?'

All the warmth in your body suddenly disappears. You feel cold, colder than ever. Maybe even cold like your homeland and the messed up laboratory Dottore forced you in. Neuvillette knew. He knew about your past and the fact you were a fugitive. Would he turn you in? Wait, was this his messed up trial to prove you didn't deserve this comfortable life?

You were shivering by this point and refusing to cry but you simply couldn't stop your eyes from getting teary when Neuvillette tossed an envelope and all the photos flew out.

It reminded you what you ran way from and what formed all these kinks Neuvillette triggered again.

There was a photo of you in a cow bikini drinking milk from a bowl on the floor with bruised hands. Then, there was one of you being tied to his table. Another one of you with a special device that hypnotised you. One where you were covered in cum all over your body. And the last one was the one Neuvillette spoke of; it was from when Dottore made you fuck him and some of his clothes. A perfect shot of you giving one of them a blowjob that he took.

But you ran away! You did everything you could! Was this a warning? How did Neuvillette get this envelope?

'I never thought you would dare lie in front of me. You should know better than that.'

His voice was cold but never like this. Never did you feel hatred from it but not it was different. Neuvillette hated you and you lost everything you had. Your hair was standing up, your hands were shaking and you could feel your heartbeat pounding away in your ears. Neuvillette was getting blurry and you were growing more desperate.

Then, when he saw you like that, completely afraid and dependent on him, Neuvillette's twisted desires grew. No where on those photos did you look so lost and desperate. He was probably the first man to make you feel that way and he couldn't deny how your brokenness made his cock throb. Then, he decided to be your saviour instead. Preventing crime and punishing it went hand and hand. He would throw you a bone to cling to, and would get a pet even more eager to please.

How desperately he wanted to see your ruin. To hear it and taste it on his tongue.

'Prove to me how desperate you are and I might take pity on you.'

Save you from himself? You aren't sure if it was the glimmer of hope or the messiness in your head at all those years in Dottore's hands that made you act but your blood started to flow and bloom again.

All you had to do was prove just how good and desperate you are. Nobody was better at that than you and nobody got more wet at the idea of it.

You placed your knees on the sides of Neuvillette's left leg. Those glassy eyes of yours and tear strained cheeks were a sight to behold when he saw you were looking up at him in marvel. Then, you rested your head on his knee and reached to jerk him off with your right hand. Your head was hazy and tired, but your hips were moving on their own. You were grinding down on his boot; you were fucking yourself crazy on it.

That night, you kept humping his foot until you reached the most intense and messy orgasm. You were so fucked out and desperate you probably didn't even know you were drooling and slobbering all over his pants while moaning how you were a good pet; how badly you wanted him to fuck you. Fuck, you didn't even realize your hand had stopped moving before he reached his high because you tired yourself out and fell asleep.

But Neuvillete didn't mind; he simply let you stay on his lap looking so serene before he gave his cock a few final strokes to paint your face white.

Maybe he should thank that man for sending him this envelope. Maybe even for training you to be such a perfect pet. But one thing was for sure, he definitely wouldn't let you go anytime soon.

avert you eyes. i was hormonal

[mikyur]

My favorite~

Yandere oc (Duke) x Fem/Reader

Warnings: obsession, romantic delusion, many wives, reader trapped in a mansion, Yandere stuff in general.

It's been a week since you've been trapped in this crazy duke's mansion. The good thing is that he lets you out of the room, that shamelessly the room he makes you sleep in is his room.

And he lets you leave like that because there's a strange magic around the house that means only whoever he wants can leave here, and obviously you can't get out since the door just won't open.

At this moment you are walking in the back garden which is even more beautiful than the front part of the big mansion, you are not alone he may even let you walk around but not alone, He always sends one of his wives to accompany you and now Lily is the one accompanying you, she's really nice, she's kind, cute and lively.

You really don't find all this strange? Like, he has some kind of power and he holds you and now me here. I question her again.

No, no, I think that's amazing! He's just protecting us from the outside world. She says smiling.

Protecting from what exactly?

Of all things, he said that the world outside is very dangerous, there are many types of monsters, very scary. She says with a serious face but it was supposed to be more cute than serious.

So he plays the knight in golden armor? You ask jokingly and laughing.

Yes! But he is as beautiful as any knight that could exist! She speaks again with her usual smile but this time there is a certain passion and admiration in her expression.

And have you by any chance seen many knights? I question her, really wanting to know the answer.

No, I haven't told you that I don't remember anything from my past, neither do I nor the other women, only you who are different and remember. She says thoughtfully.

Sorry, I must have forgotten and that must be his doing too. The last part I say to myself.

What did you say? She asks, stopping walking.

I just said it's a beautiful day to walk. I laugh nervously.

That's right, either way you're very lucky! She says smiling and I thank her for being naive.

Lucky? Why? Question getting confused.

Because you've just arrived and you're already sleeping with Mr. Duque! She says excitedly.

Oh- is that it? Well...if you say so... I feel embarrassed after her comment.

I only slept next to him 5 times... but we only slept ok!!! Now it was her turn to be embarrassed and it makes you laugh at her.

Ok, you just slept, I don't doubt that, relax, ok?You say, laughing, running your hand through her soft hair.

I just-just thought you might think the wrong things... sorry. She says softly, moving her own fingers with her head down and you can see that she is still blushing.

No need to apologize Lily. You say calmly to her and smile when she lifts her head to look at you.

Thank you for not being mad at me. She says smiling awkwardly.

I don't think I could ever be mad at you. You say to calm her down.

He really likes you. She says suddenly and you are confused.

What?

Mr. Duque never stops looking here. She says laughing.

With that you look around looking for him and there he is behind you leaning against one of the pillars staring at you specifically smiling.

How long has he been there? You ask slightly scared.

Since we came here. She says laughing as if this were something normal.

You look at her not knowing what to say and then look back at him. How could he have been there all this time and you didn't notice? It's certainly something you have to keep your guard up about at all times.

I see you're getting along well, and that's great. He says approaching us with a smile on his face.

I hope you are convincing her and stay with us dear Lily.

Of course yes, Mr Duke! He was telling her how dangerous the world is out there and that it's better to stay here. She says, all smiling and blushing, looking like a puppy trying to please her owner.

Really, the world out there is terrible and cruel, here is the best place to stay, here is beautiful and safe and I protect you all. He says in a serious tone and looks at me waiting for my reaction.

There may also be a monster in here. I speak in a mocking tone and smile at him.

This is impossible Y/n! Lord Duke would never allow a monster to be here! She says scared.

Lily is right, dear Y/n, I would never let a monster in here, but... maybe there is a good monster. He says and laughs at you.

Now let's go together, it's getting late and I don't want anyone getting sick here because of the cold. He speaks and I take the lead and Lily soon follows him like a good little dog.

What exactly are you? You ask yourself and find a way to find out before you leave this place.

Sorry for any writing errors 7w7

[ryukatters]

I need to see 11 with eren bc he's so in love with you and can't be without you <3

11. “You’re my emotional support human, and I love you so, so much.”

send in a character + number!

Today 9:37 PM

eren 🤍

babe babeeee the light of my life who brings sun to my darkest days

pookie answer me PLEASEEEEEE

You

what

eren 🤍

I love you soooo much, you wanna know why?

…

You wish you had never replied. 

Because now you were hauling ass back to campus to bring your overgrown mutt of a boyfriend a bag of food (which contained more than what should be considered appropriate for a single human being to consume in one sitting), courtesy of McDonald’s. At night, you might like to add— in the middle of one of the coldest times of the year. 

“Ah, babe! Over here!” 

You thank your lucky stars that Eren’s chosen to study on the active floor of your university library, meaning there was a considerable amount of chatter from fellow students around him. Regardless, his loud outburst is enough to garner some half hearted glares from overworked undergraduates just trying to make it through midterm season. 

You make your way to him, not failing to notice just how much brighter Eren seems to get with each passing step. You barely make it in front of him before you’re being wrestled into a bear hug and being swung side to side. 

“You need to slow down on the caffeine, mister.”

“Trust me, I tried telling him already.” Jean lifts his head from the table, his hood pulled up. He looks exhausted. His eyes land on the (overstuffed) bag in your hand before they light up with interest. “What’s in there?”

“Nuh-uh, get your own food, Jean-bo,” Eren tuts. 

“I’ve been helping you with your essay for the past three hours, so I think I deserve some of that,” he quips, taking a slow sip from his lukewarm coffee. It probably wasn’t his first cup of the day either.  “Your writing sucks ass, by the way. How do you not know the difference between The Aeneid and The Odyssey?”

“They’re both written by some dudes from way back when. Sue me.”

“Point still stands, you’re stupid. Now give me some of your chicken nuggets.”

“No! You’re just jealous because you don’t have a hot girlfriend to bring you food.” Eren shifts his focus back to you, as if he suddenly remembers that he himself has a hot girlfriend that brings him food.

“Babyyyy,” he whines, wrapping his arms impossibly tighter around you. “I’ve been working so hard, I wanna go home.”

“You can go home once you’re done with your essay,” you counter, running your fingers through chocolate locks. “Take what you want Jean, I ordered extra anyways.” 

“What the fuck, babe? You’re supposed to be on my side!” 

“I am on your side, because Jean’s going to help you pass this class. Be nice to him.”

Whatever argument he racks his brain to come up with is cast aside, sighing in defeat before he looks up at you with a slight smile.

“Always lookin’ out for me,” he coos, “What would I do without you? You’re like my emotional support human.”

“Probably starve.” 

“So mean,” he huffs. “But thank you for coming here. I love you so, so much.” 

[atl4ntxc]

𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫!

— where their partner's love language is gift (food) giving. but what's this? they get better gifts than your friends.

RIDDLE ROSEHEART | ace t. + deuce.s

riddle didn't notice of the obvious favouritism you have over him. he's really grateful for the food that you have given him, smiling gently whenever he receives one of your delicious snacks. everyone notices the pretty red hue that decorated his cheeks, supposedly matching the colour of his hair. he finds out that you also give your friends food, which makes him feel a little sad, but grateful nonetheless. riddle was taught to be grateful at a young age, so you would never catch him being the apposite of what he was taught during his childhood.

as he walked towards the cafeteria, his eyes noticed you giving ace and deuce gifts of their own, which he can assume were food. ace was impatient, opening the gift to be met with a box of mini cherry pies. “thanks, dude! how come you know i like cherry pies?” you deadpanned at ace and sighed. “you're acting as if you don't talk about wanting to eat cherry pies all day, ace...” deuce answered for you, his eyebrows furrowed in stress because of ace. “just be grateful,” epel then commented, mouth full of food.

“is tomorrow jackʼs turn to get food? because i can't wait for my turn!” your lavender-haired friend, epel, excitedly spoke. your lips curled into a gentle smile, “be patient! your turn will come soon,”

riddle couldn't help but feel a little envious of ace, but brushed it off to continue his meal. at the end of the day, you visited his dorm as usual, a whole strawberry tart in hand. “here, love! this is for you,” you extended your arm, making the strawberry tart instantly be in front of his face. “a-ah. rose, you didn't have too—” you pulled his hand to take him towards the tea party table. now, he understands why people say you have favouritism over him. this fact makes his heart thump loudly against his ribcage.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR | ruggie.b + jack.h

leona could care less. he'd just grin and thank his herbivore before digging in, a content expression present. ruggie noticed the uplifted mood of leona, making him curious. obviously he received donuts from you, which he was beyond grateful for. but, why was leona so uncharacteristically happy whenever you take out your lunchbox for him?

turns out, you didn't just bring one lunchbox, but two for leona! if only he could put his hands onto those lunchboxes... ruggie thinks. one lunchbox contained a full course meal, while the other contained a juicy-looking steak. he wants to be leona!! ruggie wants to be leona!! leona would gently pat your head and send a soft smile towards you, making you feel giddy. ugh, the favouritism is so insanely obvious..

leona gets smug when he finds out. his ego gets higher than before, rubbing it into ruggie's face whenever he could. of course jack noticed the upset expression that his vice had. “what's wrong, ruggie?” ruggie grumbled and looked at jack in frustration. his hands moved to hold jack in place before delivering a question that made jack's ears perk up. “do you know that leona gets luxurious food from the prefect?” ruggie asked, desperation in his face. “yes... why?” “so you do know! why didn't you tell me!?”

jack doesn't care. do whatever you want, he isn't entitled to know everything about you. he's appreciative of the food and snacks you give him, and might as well consider himself lucky enough to be close friends with you.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO | ace t.

he notices, and is quite cocky about it. each time ace tries to fight with him verbally, he will mention it and get ace to shut up. ace might say 'who cares?' but azul knows that ace does. azul is appreciative of your food, a soft smile gracing his lips as he gently looks at you with eyes that could make you melt.

“oi prefect! tell me why that shady octopus guy gets better food than us? we're your friends. bros before hoes remember?” yeah sorry ace... you only sweatdropped at the dramatic red-head, staring at him nonchalantly. no way did this man child just threw a tantrum over this? “ace, he's my boyfriend. of course, i'd show obvious favouritism. even if i didn't, my favourite between us 1st years would not be you..” ace looks at you in betrayal and drags deuce away, stomping his way out of monstro lounge before mumbling out “traitor!” he thinks hes eren or something?

“although i do appreciate it, you don’t have to go through the troubles of delivering this to me, you know.” azul looks at you and sighs, making you curiously glance back at him. “i can always ask the twins to help fetch them for me. you know i’d do anything for you, don’t you?” ..since when did azul had this much confidence? (rizzul) you didn’t expect him to say that, really. you could feel the blood rush to your cheeks, it suddenly seems hot now, making you cough into your hand. “r-right! i brought some karaage for you, also a few fresh fruits,” azul couldn’t help but chuckle at your stutter.

he smiles and moved his eyes to look at you. “i cannot express the gratitude i have for you, dear. thank you. would you like to have dinner with me tonight here in the lounge? i’ll make sure that the lounge will be available for just the two of us.”

KALIM AL-ASIM | jamil v.

kalim loves your food! gosh, he’s never been so grateful for you before. he’d daresay the food rivals jamil’s cooking! everything you give him, even storebought snacks, he’d happily accept it with a huge grin.

jamil is disgusted by the two of you. take your flirting and couple things away from him, he has better things to do than hear kalim boast about you. his ears are threatening to bleed each time he hears your name come out of kalim’s mouth to praise you. he notices the favouritism for kalim, but obviously doesn’t care. though, each time you give him food to his liking, he couldn’t help but let the corner of his lips curl up. “thanks, prefect.”

he enjoys your homemade curry, but it could not rival kalim’s food that he receives from you; coconut juice and hummus. kalim would kiss your cheek and would share a “thank you!” with you. anything that you give him, it makes kalim happy. just don’t give him curry, he doesn’t really like curry as much as jamil does... “thank you so much, pumpkin! i bet it tastes delicious!” you could only smile at kalim’s bright nature, it was a nice break from dealing with emo teenagers in nrc. kalim was truly a fresh take of air from all the constant gloominess in the college.

“this one is so good! you have to try this with me. here, let me feed you!” his spoon is now against your lips, a radiant smile sending towards you. as cheerful as kalim could be, he was oddly sweet and cute.

VIL SCHOENHEIT | epel f.

vil gets a lot of gifts from his fans. but gifts in the form of food? now, that was rare for him to receive. like the others, he would appreciate your kind gesture and take it as a ‘gift’ from you. (it was uour love language but eh)

epel hates you. he was supposed to be your best man! why do you make vil such an important figure in your life?? (he’s just really salty that you give vil more attention and food than him) he’s really grateful that you gave him food in the first place, but can’t help but question your sanity when you give vil food... that are much more luxurious than his. why are you even in love with vil in the first place?? he sighs 😔

“potato, i’ve been searching for you.” vil says from behind you, making you immediately turn to face him. he noticed how you held a bowl of smoothie in your right hand and raised his eyebrow, “who’s this for?” you glanced at him and sweatdropped, an awkward smile plastered onto your face in the current moment. “for you, as usual. i wanted to let you try one of my smoothies, so...” vil smiled and chuckled softly, adoring your demeanor. “you’re truly precious, my potato. thank you for making me this— i’m sure it’ll be nice.”

his comment made you grin and excited to let him try the beverage you made for your lover. your face makes him laugh lovingly, turning the other way to walk to pomefiore with you trailing behind him like a lost puppy. his potato is just too precious for this cruel world, aren’t they?

IDIA SHROUD | ortho s.

idia is so lucky to have you as his lover! he still wonders how he made you fall in love with him to this day. he doesn’t notice the pure favouritism you have over him, eyes clouded with games all day to think about it. it never really crossed his mind to think that he was your favourite, in fact, he felt like it wad quite the opposite.

obviously ortho notices the way you look at his brother in a lovesick gaze, and the way you put in more effort in the food you give idia, to compare to the food you give to your friends. idia likes sweets, so it was smart for you to bake your own tray of cupcakes for the ignihyde’s housewarden. since ortho doesn’t need to consume food for energy, you give him something else that he would enjoy. (idk what ortho likes help). ortho is very happy that you love his brother to the core, you’re so nice, name!

“idia!” you put your hands on his shoulders and gave a gentle squeeze, making him jump in surprise. he was engrossed with his game, and didn’t really pay any mind to his surroundings. “[n-name]! i didn’t know you were coming...” he says in a hurried tone, sweatdropping at the sight of you with a box of cupcakes. ‘is that for me?’ idia thinks, but he ignores it as he thinks that each time you brought him food, it was for someone else— when in reality, it was for him. “cupcakes, for you.” you smile.

he looks at the cupcakes and back at you, who was smiling at him. ‘cute...’ he stops and stares at the cupcakes. “are you sure they are for me?” you glance at him and could feel the smile on your face slightly drop, idia definitely needs help with confidence. “i’m sure. after all, i made them especially for you.” idia’s hair turned pink at your statement.

MALLEUS DRACONIA | sebek z.

nobody has ever done this for him. he applauds you for your braveness and most of all, kindness. he knows he fell for the right person, and it was you. oh, prefect, you truly are a blessing for malleus draconia. malleus feels so loved by you, you have a special place in his heart.

in the beginning of your relationship with malleus, sebek was 100% against the relationship. knowing your true chaotic personality, he doesn’t want his waka-sama to be dragged into the mess that the first years make (+you). but after seeing how happy malleus looks, he has tolerated you. you give him his least favourite drink ever, black coffee just to spite and mess with him. how dare you! the nerve you have! once he realizes that you give his waka-sama his favourite, ice cream, he ignores your spiteful acts against him.

you made ice cream sandwiches for one of your late night walks, planning to introduce them to your lover. “tsunotarou, you like ice cream, right?” malleus looks at you and nodded as an answer. “yes, i very much enjoy the flavours that ice cream carries.” you paused to stare at him. “i think you would like ice cream sandwiches.” as you opened your picnic basket, malleus can’t help but curiously glance at you. “ice cream sandwich? would you mind explaining this concept to me?” you softly chuckled and began explaining, showing the homemade ice cream sandwich you had in hand.

“it tastes very nice. i like the delicate texture of the ice cream, and the softness of the...sandwich?” you laughed at his confused face, making him softly smile. malleus feels comforted to hear your hearty laughter, as well as watching a warm smile be present on your face through out the whole night.

©atl4ntxc 2023 — any type of plagiarization, copying, stealing, reposting or translating without my permission is forbidden.

(requested by anonymous)

[weightgainworld]

Lack of visibility in the feederism community

I saw a Reddit post about a lack of people of color in the feedism community, and I realized I want to expand on what I had as a reply. The issue is not a lack of POC in the community. There are lots of black male and female feedees, but they are often overshadowed or ignored. This is something that is always an issue in society, but it is more noticeable here since this is a community where not fitting the standard can lead to hate or being cased to the side. If you do not know any feedee of color or any race besides the norm, then I highly suggest you look for some. I would provide some, cause I would genuinely love to promote them. However, I do not want to include anyone in a post where the message is a sensitive topic like this. I might not get any hate or objections for it, but rather not take the rest and send toxic people are creators. I am sure we have all seen that happen time and time again. On the topic of being ostracized for being different, even when you fit the standard, there are always people who make it difficult to identify yourself in this kink space without fear of doxing. I and many others do not show our faces because of that fear. It sucks, I hate it and wish it would change. Not only does it make the community look smaller than it might be, but it does not lead to people feeling like this is an exclusive safe space. I am a feeder and feedee, but as a feeder, me and others need to remember how lucky we are to be able to engage in this space so easily without even showing a picture of ourselves. You can encourage or tease anyone with relative ease with just your words. Even on video, you don't have to show your face to feed someone else. A feedee does not have the same luxuries. You can be seen as fake for not wanting to share yourself, not like there are bad actors who add to those issues. However, it feels like you can not truly be a part of this community as a feedee unless you are showing your belly. I love this community, but who can honestly feel 100% safe when massive issues are coming from people who do not respect boundaries and hate being told they are doing something wrong? It is embarrassing to hear people call themselves feeders, and more importantly, members of this community, while also driving others away just because they do not answer a message fast enough. Back on the topic of POC. If you want to see more people in this space, we as a community need to be more welcoming to them. Some people are trying to do their best to create that space, but as a whole, we are failing. If I told you to name an African American feedee, of any gender, most couldn't even come up with a name. When it comes to ones who are even popular, I know 1 and only 1 that I could even say is the stereotypical definition of popular. That is not good. I won't act like I have been doing anything to make the space any easier to be a part of. I am not making it worse obviously, but inaction is still action. I hope while reading this, everyone in this community can continue this long journey of making it a better more inclusive place. Also, doesn't matter what size, gender, or race you are, you are a feedee. If that message wasn't strong enough from the beginning. Nobody gets to take that title away from you just because you wanted to lose weight or stop posting. Even if you never posted a picture or video, you belong here too.

[logbush]

Yay a Glee (Quinn) writer! lol I miss her! Can I request reader lending her sweater to Quinn, when Quinn is home, she realizes she still has r’s sweater and she find r’s iPod. Out of curiosity, Quinn looks through it and finds a playlist titled with her name, friends to lovers please! :)

Lost Something?

1,035 words

fluff

quinn fabray x reader

a/n: this was hard to write for some reason lol. keep sending your requests, im working on them right now and they should be out sometime soon!!

if someone would’ve told you that you would’ve fallen for your best friend quinn fabray, you would’ve laughed in their face. but here you were, sitting across from her at breadstix trying hard not to lean over and kiss her. she was wearing a red sundress, matching her red headband, and jeans. a look that made your knees weak. you, however, had decided to dress down for the occasion, a hoodie and sweats, you didnt expect her to dress up so you didnt.

she looked at you and laughed softly “whats going through your mind, y/l/n,” she said softly before taking a bite of her food. you shook your head “no nothing, dont worry” you replied before pushing your plate away, something you did whenever you were done with your food. “you’re already done? i just started!” she joked, trying to finish her food faster. “hey, we dont have to finish at the same time” she laughed softly before copying you and pushing her plate away towards you after she finished.

the waitress brought the check by, you and quinn looked at each other. you both wanted to pay but you didnt want to fight about it so you just let her. she smiled as she reached for the check and put her card in it. you sat back and looked at her with a smile. “you let me pay?” she questioned. “i didnt want to fight about it” you answered. she shook her head “we wouldn’t have fought, i would’ve just made us get my way” she smiled while you laughed, “sounds like a fight to me” the waitress brought back quinn’s card. the blonde said a quick ‘thank you’ to her before the two of you got up and started to leave.

it was cold outside, ohio in december isn’t exactly the warmest. you looked at the cheerleader next to you, watching as she was shivering. you quickly took your hoodie off before handing it to her “put it on” you instructed as you walked with her to your car. she looked at you, without your hoodie you were left in just a t-shirt. she shook her head “i dont want you to freeze” she wrapped her arms around her body, trying to conserve warmth, “i’m not going to freeze, q, you might though” quinn scoffed jokingly before taking the hoodie from your hands and slipping it on, the smell of you wafting through her senses.

quinn wouldn’t never admit this to anyone, but she was starting to catch feelings for you as well. you did the sweetest things try to make her happy, like giving her your hoodie whenever she was cold or making her her favorite pastry whenever she was sad. you remembered the small things and she loved that about you.

you dropped quinn off at her house about a half an hour ago. she had been sitting on her bed in your hoodie all that time. she turned on her side and put her hands in the pocket. the blonde felt something touch her hand. curious, she pulled it out of the pocket and looked at it. your ipod. god, you must’ve been dying without this. you can barely go five minutes without music.

quinn got curious about what you had been listening to all these years so she decided to go through it. show tunes, neil diamond, john denver, billy joel, simon and garfunkel. all people she was expecting, you weren’t very new with your tastes. she kept going through it before landing on a playlist. this playlist intrigued the blonde, as it was titled ‘quinn <3’.

the cheerleader smiled at the sight before quickly clicking on it before she could think. make you feel my love, lucky, something, but one song stood out to her, you belong with me by taylor swift. the only song from this playlist she actually knew and knew the meaning of.

quinn sat stunned, the thought of you actually liking her back made her crazy. she couldn’t wait til tomorrow to find out, she needed to know now. the blonde raced downstairs and outside to her car. she got in and drove to your house, breaking numerous speeding and stopping laws.

once the blonde got to your house she knocked on the door until someone answered. just to her luck, you were the one who answered. “whats up quinn? why are you knocking so much?” quinn looked up at you, looking at you dressed in sweats and a tank top. she gently bit her lower lip before holding up your ipod, “lost something?” she said with a smirk. you smiled brightly before yanking your ipod from her hands “oh my god i thought this was gone forever! was it in my hoodie?” you questioned while bringing her inside and up to your room. quinn nodded and sat on your bed “it was, you know, there was a certain little playlist that caught my eye”

your eyes went wide and you looked down, trying to avoid any and all eye contact “i dont know what you’re talking about” you mumbled. quinn smiled and looked at you, she didnt need your confirmation, your reaction made her know you liked her. you felt the warmth of her hand on your back rubbing soft circles “hey its okay, can you look at me for a minute?” she questioned. you looked at her, scared for whats going to happen. the blonde used her hand to cup your cheek, gently rubbing the apple of it. “you like me right?” she asked. you closed your eyes in fear, you didnt want to lose her. you just nodded in response, your eyes still closed.

quinn sighed and looked at you, she knew you weren’t going to open your eyes so instead of trying to talk to you, she just placed a gentle kiss on your lips. “i like you too” she said softly. you opened your eyes slowly, making eye contact with her before kissing her again. she smiled and kissed back before laying down on her back, inviting you to lay on her. you laid your head on her chest.

“so are you gonna send me that playlist, love?”

[inbokutowetrust]

... Celebrating your 6-Month Anniversary!

how the haikyuu!! boys celebrate your 6 month anniversary online/msgs!

please follow, like, and/or reblog, that'll give me more energy to make these 🥰 i might also take requests, feel free to shoot me an anon like "hq boys (or mha) reacting to ___"

Includes Atsumu Miya, Kei Tsukishima (w/ Babe), Shoyo Hinata, Hajime Iwaizumi, and Rintarou Suna, 🥺

Atsumu 100% tweeted this, then knocked on the door with flowers and chocolates 🥺🥺 this is the man who’ll forget your one year anniversary but remember every small thing 🥺 “You ok baby?” he’ll ask; “no, not after the flowers!” is what you say

tsukki haha!! this is kinda of an AU, not gonna lie, with a y/n reader, but it's kind of...like, she has a nickname, ok, and that's what she's referred to by (bcs I hate the name y/n). basically, her name is Babe, and she’s like…the “outgoing” version of Tsukki. Think very Atsumu into a girl? She’s definitely the one to suggest fun meetings (kinda like Mina Ashido from MHA/BNHA) and as a result, Tsukki teases her endlessly about how it sometimes fails (with cuddles). She’s outgoing and sarcastic, but she cares very deeply!!  Fun fact, she’s only called “babe” because that’s what she always called tsukki when flirting, but then he twisted the tables!

haha so hinata is definitely one to use a lot of kamojis/emoji combos a lot. like, he spams. plus, you cannot tell me he uses lyrics to convey stuff - it's so hinata-coded it's ridiculous! Anyways, Hinata is a happy go-lucky lover who's so excited for 6 months, he goes all out! (and for a year, 2, 3, etc) (ninja shoyo reference anyone?) particular song is "kings & queens" by Ava Max, btw

the chocolates 😭 anyways, Iwaizumi is just the chill dude ✨ i feel like he's definitely one to not use emoji combos but to feel so...good? inside when you send him them. this guy 100% would slam the chocolates if you made him wait too long. yeah, you've been dating 6 months, but like...thats nothing in the run of things? he's so straightforward...i feel like that's miscommunication ready to happen??

suna's the kind of boyfriend where he pretends not to know your anniversary but he's secretly already ordered everything- only for the plan to be hijacked by japan's delivery system. for some reason, i headcanon that suna is so chronically online that his phone is never under 90%. you on the other hand...he gets so pissed when he's trying to talk to you and you're not answering (your phone is dead...) basically, he cares and shows it off softly 🥰

[lily-alphonse]

Hello! I was wondering, i remember someone making Haley/Penny, do they have any content?? i think they are cute together ngl

I've never read any Haley/Penny, but I'm going to drop this link to all the Haley/Penny fics I could find on AO3 and tell you what I would do with them!

At first I was thinking forced proximity via tutoring again but then I got SUCH A GOOD IDEA.

Cheesy makeover movie where Penny comes to Haley because she wants to be pretty.

Maybe she’s pining after Sam or Sam just dumped her or something and she’s throwing in the towel and saying fuck it, clearly I don’t know how to make guys fall in love with me so I’ll go to the expert.

Haley is thriving. She isn’t famous but has a good enough instagram and tiktok following to be getting the occasional sponsor, and she’s got men who send her money just for sending a flirty message or two every once in a while.

She doesn’t have any girl friends beyond networking because everyone is a schemer out for themselves. Too many times she’s had girls she thought were her friend, only for them to ghost her when they surpass her in followers. She is content with her sister and bff Alex by her side.

So she initially has her guard up with Penny. She’s suspicious and curt, until through her questioning Penny finally breaks down into tears about how she’s not pretty and she doesn’t understand boys.

Another thing you should know about Haley is that despite her experiences with catty women, she is, at her core, a girl’s girl. Just wounded. But to see Penny cry because of a BOY flips a switch in her. She brings her inside and immediately wants to know everything. Who did this? What did they say? Who is going around telling you you are anything but gorgeous?

She gives her a pep talk that is as much pep talk as it is a rant. Truth be told she has always admired Penny for being above things like gossip and boys. But a girl is a girl, they are more alike than they think.

There is a makeover scene, of course. It’s giving that one scene in the Scooby Doo live-action sequel where Daphne makes over Velma iykyk. Haley finds through their time spent together that she might actually like Penny as more than a friend. But Penny has never given any indication that she’d be into women so she keeps her feelings to herself and everything culminates in a dramatic climax at the flower dance.

They both look stunning. Haley can’t take her eyes off of Penny even as Sam takes her away to talk. Penny is giggling, twirling her hair, touching his shoulder just like Haley showed her. She’s proud but her heart is breaking. Sam won’t get her like she does.

Sam didn’t think she was pretty before, but Haley did. Haley loved the way she wore her hair in little buns, and loved the way her wool cardigans smelled like pencil shavings. Loved to hear her talk passionately about things she didn’t understand.

Penny barely notices Haley leave but once she registers it, she can’t focus on what Sam is saying. Something feels wrong. She excuses herself from Sam and finds Alex, who points her in the direction Haley stalked off to, into the woods.

In a scene that mirrors how their friendship began, it’s Haley crying this time. She’s crying over a broken heart, but it’s not from a boy.

Penny feels protective, wondering what���s happened.

“I’m alright really, just seeing you with Sam it…”

She can’t say it, but the realization dawns on Penny.

And another realization, that after getting everything she wanted from Sam, it was still nothing compared to the time she spent with Haley…

Teehee I ATE with this one don’t lie

Send me any Stardew Valley rarepair and I will tell you how I would make them work! (Even non-marriage npcs) If youre lucky you may get a mini fic out of it. Check the list below to see if Ive already answered yours

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[gary-mu]

@miamisa101 hope you don't mind if I go with the smutty option 😏

Thanks for being so patient 🥺🙏

-HC- First time with Kishibe

Warnings/Tags: female/afab reader, smut, fingering, virginity loss, vaginal sex. Reader is a consenting adult.

*No beta read

Kishibe is a horny bastard. We all know that. He has probably done everything under the sun with more lovers than he can remember. Still, he never gets tired of it.

He is the kind of guy who goes to a bar, orders a drink, chooses his next prey, and lets his natural charm work the magic until they are crying out his name with his cock buried deep inside them. Rinse and repeat.

And that's exactly where you met: at the shitty bar a few blocks from your office.

The moment Kishibe saw you entering the bar, he decided you were going to be his. He needed your lips on his mouth and your legs on his shoulders.

So he carried out the routine he mastered several years ago: he approached you, invited you a drink, paid a respectful and honest compliment without sounding like a creep, and let things flow.

Lucky for him, you were entirely under his spell after a few moments, and soon you were both locked in the bathroom, making out like there was no tomorrow.

He was getting hard and eager but didn't want to end up fucking you in a dirty bathroom stall. Not that he's never done it before, but with you, so shy and compliant, he needed more time to play.

"Wanna go to my place?" Kishibe panted in your ear, making you tremble, and you answered with a needy "yes, please," ignoring a little detail you should have told him: you're still a virgin.

But he was just so good with his mouth, his hands, and his words… You just didn't want to waste an opportunity to have a good time with a guy who actually knew what he was doing.

Kishibe doesn't like wasting time with formalities, so don't expect him to offer you a drink or a glass of water before you get to business. As soon as he closes his apartment door, you will be trapped in his arms, with his body deliciously pressed against you and his mouth on your neck.

Most of the time, Kishibe likes it rough. He has no respect for a piece of fabric getting in the way and wouldn't hesitate to rip your clothes off to get what he wants.

This doesn't mean he won't respect your consent and boundaries. He might be an asshole, but he's not a r*pist. Just don't be surprised if he sends you straight home if what you wanted was a cuddle buddy.

"Fuck, doll. You're already dripping wet for me," he husked, letting his hand slide inside your panties, swallowing your moans with his mouth when his fingers began stroking your swollen folds.

Your mind shut down a long time ago, and you were completely surrendered to him. At this point, Kishibe could do whatever he wanted with you, even if it felt half as good as his fingers curling and rubbing inside you.

Soon you found yourself on his bed, with your bra lifted above your breasts, and Kishibe - wearing only his boxers - between your legs, eagerly sucking one of your nipples.

Then he ripped your panties off and pulled you flush against his clothed erection, and you suddenly felt overwhelmed. You couldn't see him, but he was bigger and thicker than you expected, and it filled you with dread.

"Wait!" you almost yelled, making him stop in his tracks. Not daring to look him in the eye and trembling uncontrollably, you confessed your inexperience.

"Do you want to stop?" Kishibe's tone was calm and understanding, but his mind and body were on fire.

This man has collected many kinks over the years, and corruption is one of them. There's nothing more satisfying than slowly turning someone so pure and innocent into a naughty sexual freak. He wasn't planning on letting this once-in-a-lifetime chance slip through his fingers.

It took you a while to answer his question, but finally, you replied with a soft "No, just… Please be gentle."

It wasn't gonna be easy for Kishibe when he wanted to do the opposite. That deep blush on your face and your reddened lips were calling him to fuck your mouth until tears were running down your cheeks. But he also didn't want to scare the shit out of you. Maybe if he behaved, you would come back begging for it.

Kishibe wants your first time with him to be perfect. Not because he cares for your feelings or some shit like that, but because he loves the idea of ruining every other guy for you. He wants to be on your mind whenever you're fucking with someone else, like a ghost reminding you who's the only one capable of making you squirt and scream. The sheer thought makes his cock twitch.

"I'll try my best, doll," he promised with a wink before getting rid of his underwear and reaching out for the box of condoms and the bottle of lube on his nightstand.

Your heart wanted to jump off your chest while he rolled the condom over his erection and coated it with the crystalline liquid. You were both afraid it might hurt too much but desperate to have him buried deep inside you, even deeper than your fingers could reach.

"Are you ready?" Kishibe whispered in your ear, the length of his cock rubbing against your soaking slit until he heard a needy "yes" and pushed himself slowly inside your tight pussy.

With your eyes closed shut, you dug your fingers into his shoulders, holding your breath all the while his girth stretched your walls. The burning sensation quickly turned into a pleasant tickling as Kishibe began hitting all the right spots. Soon the sound of his hips mercilessly snapping against yours was accompanied by your loud moans.

Don't let his age fool you. There's a reason why this man is the best devil hunter there is. He is not only strong as fuck, but has more stamina than you could expect from a guy over 50. By the time he needs a pause, you'd be a sweaty overstimulated mess.

[sotwk]

Writers Truth or Dare Ask Game - SotWK Answers

Link to game is HERE,

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

I was in 4th grade and my friends and I really wanted to date the Backstreet Boys. We discovered fanfiction was the most fun way to do it. We would write our lil’ self-insert love stories in notebooks that we would pass around and share. 

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

Pumped Up Pop. I’m a 90s kid and Pop runs deep in me. 

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I don’t think anything can be considered weird for a writer doing research anymore. But one thing I remember working extra hard on was researching how to pilot a jet for a Marvel action fic. That’s why I admire and commiserate with @scyllas-revenge for her helicopter piloting scene in BLCI. 

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both? 

Mix of both. Reader Inserts to make others happy, OC fics to make myself happy. 

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

I would write an entire essay explaining this one, but in the SotWK AU, Elvenking Thranduil and Elvenqueen Maereth are metaphorical avatars for the Valar couple Oromë and Vána, and were destined to be such (as they were destined for each other). The qualities they each possess which make them similar to these Valar--Thranduil's strength and skill as a protector/warrior and Maereth's gifts for nurturing and fertility--are what safeguard and sustain Eryn Galen for thousands of years, holding their people fast even against Sauron.

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis 

@talesfuzzy is constantly on my notifs since she likes so many of my posts on a daily basis. She also reblogs some of the best Tolkien content, which I often put into my own queue. We don't really talk, but she's like that friendly person you see on your daily commute whose name you might not know but you smile and nod to each other till they've become a comfortingly reliable part of daily life.

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

I would LOVE a thrilling action fic where Thranduil and all five Thranduilion Princes march into battle at the same time and completely crush the enemy because there is possibly no greater or more fearsome fighting team left in Middle-earth. However, such a plot would violate my own AU’s headcanon, because in Thranduil’s family, there is a hard rule that the Thranduilions can never all be fighting in the same battle at once; Thranduil simply refuses to risk his family that way. 

I would hire/nominate/beg @ass-deep-in-demons to write it. If you’ve read her fic, “Under Our Darkening Skies”, you’ll know she’s the top pick for incredible and cinematic battle scenes. 

🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing

I find myself reusing a lot of the same lines and expressions, especially when describing character emotions and actions. Sometimes I feel my writing is pedestrian and boring, especially compared to many other writers in the Tolkien fandom who have such eloquent, sophisticated styles and brilliant, creative word choices. I'm quite soppy and sentimental too, but that's just my thing. 

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

Sadly, I have not had a pet since my early 20s. I had plenty of them growing up, though, including my beloved yellow Lab. Once my kids are old enough to share in pet care duties, we are definitely getting a dog. 

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

Talk to me about my Thranduilion Princes, pretty please! (There are many easy ways to be Moots with me, but this is a guarantee and the fastest way!)

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

I am lucky and grateful to have a solid band of supporters, but I want to grab this chance to send a special shout out to @achromaticerebus. She has been a big supporter of my Thranduilion Princes since she discovered them early on, she comments on ALL my Thranduil/Thranduilion stories, she gushes about them to me and with me, and her enthusiasm just keeps me motivated. She is not herself a writer, and it's so rare to find a friend so willing to just be a reader and supporter, when there's really no way to “pay back” her kindness.

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Point out even just one specific detail or line of dialogue and tell me how it made you feel, your thoughts about it, or even ask a follow up question! I am most impressed when a Reader points out an Easter egg or interesting tidbit/headcanon/lore I included. I am over the moon when their comments show they are familiar with my other fics or my SotWK AU as a whole… it means they've really invested in my stuff.

🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises?

I enjoy being wholly surprised (good surprises, of course), but I don't like being told “a surprise is coming” and having to then think about it or stress out until its arrival. 

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

A work-related reminder, which is boring. So I'm gonna answer this question by sharing something I wrote in my “Scratch Dump” document that I use for my headcanon drafting: Inscribed on the blade of the sword was Mirion’s personal oath to his people, written in Silvan: “Until my last breath, I will serve.”

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

It’s probably because I’m fairly new to it (and because I enjoy the song/video), but the concept of internet friends Rickrolling each other as a prank seems so funny and wholesome to me.  

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

I made a separate post answering this HERE.

Thank you to all my awesome friends who jumped in to send me these Asks! This was fun and made me feel good about myself as a writer. Love you guys! 

@lady-of-imladris @erathene @unethicallypleistocene @fishing4stars @Hobbitwrangler @quillofspirit @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @niennawept @malzenn @melpomaenofimladris and that one Anon friend!

[arxxq]

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄❀—𝐏𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎

╰┈➤ ❝ [What flower represents you? ] ❞

IN WHICH—The famous prodigy named Itoshi Sae slowly falls in love with a girl who works as a florist

part one..

Afab florist reader x Itoshi Sae

Mistakes will be corrected once I reread

||❀᪥𑁍❀᪥𑁍❀᪥𑁍❀᪥𑁍❀᪥𑁍᪥❀𑁍᪥𑁍||

Few days have passed since then, he's house is know we'll fully decorated with the flowers y/n had chose for him. Even so, Itoshi Sae didn't know why he felt the need to go back to the flower shop once more.

He wondered why, but no answer came to mind. It's as if his brain is asking why while his heart feels the urge...no it's more of has the urge to just go back there..and meet that girl once more. He kept asking questions in his head.

He despise why he's having this feeling right now. To him, this feeling is quite new. He never felt this in his whole entire life. Hating this feeling he decided maybe it will all end once he goes back to that flower shop.

Calling his driver, sae asked or more of demanded his driver to send him to the flower store he went to a few days. His driver was quite confused to why he gave he such an odd request but he didn't have the guts to even question it.

Now here sae was...Infront of the same store he thought he'll never go back to. Entering the store, the same bell rang and he was then again welcomed with the same welcoming and calm mood when he first entered the shop.

He still did not felt a sense of relief when he entered the shop, but that all disappeared when he heard the same voice he would expect to hear in the shop.

"Well if it isn't Itoshi Sae? What brings you here this time..?" The girl smirked while carrying a basket of what seems like freshly picked flowers. Sae didn't know what to say. He himself was questioning why he was here..so he kept trying to think of what he could say.

Lucky for him his mind recalled to what his manager had told him from before. "nothing much, I just want to thank you for the choice of flowers.." he said. The girl set down her basket on the table she used to wrap the flowers. She crossed her arms and looked at sae with a weird look.

"You really think I'm convinced..? Tell me the real reason," she laughed. That was where sae was internally panicking. I mean what was he supposed to say? He can't just say, "oh I just wanted to see you again,". No that would make this situation more awkward.

His head then clicked on to something. He remembered that he swore to himself that he would try to learn the language of flowers. "Soo?" His thinking came to a halt. He let out a breathe he didn't knew he was holding and admitted his reason..even if it won't be quite true at least it might be convincing.

"Since I figured the flowers you had chose had meanings I decided to learn flower language from you," he mumbled just enough for her to hear. This piqued y/n's interest. She smiled anyways. "And why should I help? It's not going to benefit me anyways.." she teased. It was just a harmless joke but it seemed like Sae took it seriously.

"I'll help you out around here, I'll even mentioned your shop on the social medias and interviews—" y/n immediately covered his mouth which made her realized he took her teasing a bit to seriously. "I-i that was intended to be a joke...," Sae then proceeds to pull away the hand that was on his mouth. "Well I wasn't, I'll actually help out if you'd allow me to," y/n looked straight into his teal eyes that managed to get her flustered.

"yeah suit yourself...how about this, I'll tell you 5 flowers a day along with it's meaning everytime you visit my store.." Sae thought about it. "And honestly if you'd like to help out that would actually benefit me alot..,"

Sae thought about it. It doesn't sound that bad. I mean it's a win-win situation. He gets to learn flower language and see you every day and his help will also benefit y/n since he'll help out the store with everything he can do.

"okay that sounds good I guess..when do I start?" He questioned. "I mean if you'd like you can start now?" And that I guess was day one of sae learning flower language...

𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗨𝗦:

As sae was struggling to wrap the flowers into a bouquet, y/n noticed him struggling and she chuckled. "Need some help there Itoshi?" Sae groaned. "No, I can do this on my own," y/n continued to laugh and sae was cursing go himself. Y/n went towards him and smiled. She took the plastic wrapper from sae along with the flowers as gentle as she can. As she was slowly wraps the flower into a bouquet, sae observes in admiration.

"so what flowers would you like to know about?" She asked as she continues to wrap the other flowers. Sae not moving his gaze from her answered. "I don't know anything about flowers so you can just tell me anything you want,"

She smiled. "Well I'll start with my favorites..due to its meanings! So I'll start with

Red roses..it's common flower that people use to symbolize deep love for someone and it's mostly given to a person you are planning to court in a relationship or others

Hydrangeas could mean gratitude for being understood but it could also mean Frigidity and heartlessness

Besides red roses, I also love red carnations..it means something like "alas for my poor heart, my heart aches deep love.."

Pink camelia means..longing for someone you love. You can give this to anyone honestly, doesn't matter if it's for a s/o or relatives

And last but not least...yellow tulips that's symbolize "sunshine in your smile"

I also do love orchids but it seems to me, you already know that one,"

Sae took note to every single word you had said. Although it might take a while for him to register the whole thing, he could see how much you loved to rant about flowers..and it shocked him to know that he loved the fascination in your eyes. The whole time he didn't realized he had been letting out a small smile. He was in luck though since it didn't seen like you had notice his smile.

"Well I guess I have to get used to this more often.."

GAHH that took a while ( ╹▽╹ ) and my cousin is literally staring at me like a maniac lol. Also the flowers mentioned might be mentioned to future parts I will make. There's a specific reason why I chose those flowers ( ꈍᴗꈍ) anyways I hope you love this one. I'll be working on my headcanons after I write for part 2 of Bookstore Stranger. So that means Flower language will be on hold kinda? Anyways love you all. Stay healthy alright!

[gagmewitha-spork]

Snow Day (Jill Roord x reader)

Warnings: none

Description: you wake up one snowing morning to find that weekends game cancelled, so you and your teammates decide to make the most of it. This was originally written in Jan 2021 following the weekend where most (maybe all I can’t fully remember) games were cancelled and arsenal were going through a bit of a rough patch.

Transferred from wattpad so any mistakes or bad writing can be blamed on past me.

Also as a note for any new stories I write I will likely change to using “you” instead of “I”, so send requests :)

Word count: 2028

I wake up to my alarm blaring loudly next to me, immediately my arm flings out from under the covers in search of the retched sound in an attempt to silence it, and I think to myself for the umpteenth time that I really need to change it to a nicer sound, knowing that I probably never will.

"Turn it off", Jill mutters groggily from beside me, shuffling herself further into the pillow and pulling the covers up over her head.

As I reach my arm out to silence the alarm I feel an immediate chill in the air, and curse as I imagine how freezing it's going to be outside when we play our game later in the day. I perk up a little at the thought of it being game day and roll over, winding my arms around Jills waist and tucking my face into the back of her neck.

"It's game day", I whisper in her ear excitedly, it felt like it had been an eternity since we had last played.

"I know", Jill grumbles again, "why is it so cold?", she says as she shivers and curls herself into a tighter ball, pulling my arms further around her waist and forcing me impossibly closer to her.

"I don't know, maybe the heating's broke", I suggest, I place a quick kiss on the back of her neck before pulling my arms from around her and sliding out from under the covers, the chill in the air became far more evident as my uncovered arms and legs were instantly covered in goose bumps and I shivered as I grabbed my dressing gown from the back of our bedroom door.

Once I'd sufficiently wrapped myself up, I moved to the window and pulled open the blind, light flooded in, brighter than I was expecting and it took me a second to recognise why.

"Snow!", I exclaimed, "it's snowed", I said excitedly, looking over my shoulder to find my girlfriend looking at me from where she still lay snuggled in the warm bed sheets.

"Is that a good thing?", she asked.

"Well ye-", I started, my inherent love for any weather that wasn't mild rain coming through, before I realised what snow might mean, "you don't think?", I didn't need to finish the sentence, any professional footballer, especially female ones, knows exactly what snow could mean, "I'm gonna call Leah", I stated before grabbing my phone and heading into the kitchen to start making my morning coffee.

As I opened my phone I realised that several of our teammates had already sent messages into our group chat wondering what this snow could mean for our game, though nobody had given a definite answer yet.

"I take it the snow's bad everywhere and isn't a freak storm over just my place?", Leah asked as she answered my call, knowing the exact reason I would be calling her first thing in the morning.

"I was hoping it was only here", I groaned down the phone to my best friend, "you don't think it'll be postponed so you?", I asked hopefully.

"Maybe we've got lucky, maybe the snow hasn't made it to the stadium", she replied hopefully, though I could tell she didn't believe a word of what she was saying, and neither did I.

"I can't believe this is happening", I complained, "we haven't had snow like this in years and it decides to show up today of all days!", I said, annoyed at the situation that was occurring, we needed this game.

Leah signed, "I gotta go, Jordan's taking forever in the shower".

"Okay, I'll see you later", I said before hanging up and getting on with making my coffee.

"What did Leah say?", Jill asked as she walked into the kitchen.

"That she was hoping the snow was just some freak storm over her place", I informed her, "and that Jordan was taking forever in the shower".

"Standard Jordan", Jill laughed slightly, she slowly moved around, "do you think the game will be cancelled?", she asked then, a sad look taking over her face as she slipped her arms around my waist.

"I don't know", I muttered, slipping my arms around her and resting my head on her shoulder, "I don't want to have to go another week without a game", I complained.

——

Cut to a few hours later and, low and behold, our game had been cancelled. I wasn't particularly surprised but I was definitely disappointed, as was Jill, and the rest of the team of course.

But we decided to make the most of it, and organised to meet with a few of our teammates to go sledging, after all, it wasn't too often we got a whole weekend off.

"I can't believe you don't own a sledge", Leah laughed, dragging her own behind her in the snow.

"Well I didn't think i'd need one living in London", I signed.

“But you’re from the north, isn’t that how you used to get to school?”, she asked now, continuing to laugh as I pulled out my black bin bag, which I planned on using as a sledge, “you’re gonna get hurt using that thing”.

I rolled my eyes, “well if you’d let me borrow that”, I said pointing to the sledge sliding along the snow covered road behind us, “I’d be fine”.

“Don’t put your bad preparation on me y/l/n”.

Before I can reply I feel an arm fling itself over my shoulder, looking off to the side I see my friends and teammate, Kate McCabe.

“Nice bin bag y/n”, she said teasingly, obviously having heard my conversation with Leah.

“Ok I’m done with taking all this shit”, I said as I removed myself from under Katie’s arm, making her laugh, and instead went to walk with Jill, who was currently talking to Anna.

I picked up Jill’s arm and placed it over my shoulders, tangling my fingers with hers to keep her arm in place. Without skipping a beat in her conversation she pulled me closer into her side and place a kiss on the hide of my head, before continuing talking with Anna.

It wasn’t long before we arrived at the top of the hill in the park in the centre of town. It was already filled with all sorts of people, from children to adults, couples and groups of friends all enjoying the rare snow.

“Who’s going first then?” Caitlin asked.

“Leah since she’s so high and mighty with her sledge”, I suggested, making my blonde friend roll her eyes before moving out in front of everyone and climbing on. She slowing shuffled her way forwards before gravity took the reigns and off she went. Flying down the hill at an impressive speed.

“Wooo!”, Leah cheered, and we all watched as she slowly came to a stop at the bottom, she stood up raising her arms in the air, “that’s how you do it!”, she shouted back up at us all, causing her to roll my eyes.

I’ll show her how it’s done, I thought, and began pulling the bin bag over my head. I couldn’t see any of my teammates, but I imagine they were all giving me some questioning looks, and as I started trying to poke a hole into the top to stick my head through I head my girlfriends voice.

“Do you need help?”, she asked, though she was already attempting to help rip open a hole big enough for my head ti poke through.

“Y/n what are you doing?”, Katie asked as I began making holes for my arms next.

“You’ll see McCabe”, I told her, “and you’ll be jealous of my bin bag”.

“Right”, she spoke rather sceptically, not really believing what I said.

Once I was finished putting the bag on, I took a breath before running and launching myself down the hill, shocking everyone if they’re gasps were anything to go by. I slid down the hill on my belling, head first just like a penguin.

I was going well, I could here my friends cheering and I was laughing the whole way down, right up until the last minute, when a teenage boy ran across my path, but I was travelling fast and he couldn’t move out of the way. I barrelled into him, talking his legs out from under him and absolutely wiping him out.

Everyone seemed to go quiet for a moment, before I stood and helped to boy to his feet, apologising for wiping him out. Once he’d ran off to his friends I turned back to look at mine at the top of the hill, raising my arms in the air and cheering, causing them to all cheer back at me.

“Told you you’d get hurt”, Leah said as she walked over to me, her sledge in tow behind her.

“I’m not hurt”, I claimed.

“Tell that to your bruises in the morning”, she laughed, “come on let’s get back to the top”.

With that we made our way back to the top of the hill where the rest of the girls all congratulated me on my incredible bowling ball impersonation.

Jill walked over to me and pulled me into her, “you’re such an idiot”, she laughed slightly, “I thought you were just going to sit on the bag”.

“Where’s the fun in that?”, I asked, pulling back and standing up in my tiptoes to kiss her lips quickly, “how sexy do I look in this”, I said and pulled away, giving her a twirl.

“So sexy I want to rip it off of you”, Jill told me, pulling me back into her and for another kiss, this time a little longer and passionate.

“Not yet I need to go down at least five more times”, I said as I squeezed my arms around her waist, then moved my hands up to grab onto her arms that were resting on my shoulders, “you should have a go too”.

“I’m not sure I can pull off that look as well as you can”, she said, looking me up and down to emphasise her point.

“You make literally anything look incredible Jill”, I told her, making her smile and blush a little as a looked up at her.

“Ok fine, but no pictures”, she finally agreed, as she began helping me lift the bag over my head, “not quite what I had in mind when I said I wanted to rip this thing off you”, she whispered in my ear once my head was free. It was my turn to blush this time as I watched her pull the bag over her head.

I was right, she made it look like it was a runway outfit, as only Jill could, and before I could be pulling from my ogling she tooling off running and launched herself down the hill, just as I previously had, except she managed to make it to the bottom without taking out any innocent bystanders.

We spent the next hour or so messing around in the park before calling it a day and heading home.

———

“Today way fun”, I said as I took off my coat and hung it by our front door.

“Yeah, makes the game being cancelling sting a little less”, Jill stated as she did the same.

I pulled the black bin bag out of my coat pocket, and scrunched it up, going to throw it in the bin.

“Woah woah woah”, Jill exclaimed, stopping me in my tracks, “I didn’t get it rip it off you yet”.

“Jill please don’t tell me you’ve discovered a new fantasy about me wearing bin bags”.

“I haven’t”, she giggled, “I just want to rip it off you”, she placed her hands on my waist pulling me into her a little.

“How about you just rip my normal clothes off instead”, I told her, dropping the tattered bin bag into the bin beside me, “without actually damaging any of my clothes”, I confirmed quickly once I saw Jill’s signature smirk make its way on her face.

“Ugh”, Jill huffed, “you’re no fun”.

I am fun and she knows it.

[glowstick-cafe]

♡That funny feeling♡

Takami Keigo x reader

Genre: Hurt/No Comfort

Warning: Suggestive themes, smoking, gender neutral reader

Summary: You meet the Pro Hero Hawks in the most unlikely situation and making the decision to let him take you home ruined your life

A/n: My friend watched me write this and was begging me to write fluff next, so I hope you find this as dreadful as she did.

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Clubbing with your friends after a long week of working your office job is sometimes a need for someone like you, never had you guessed that you would meet the famous pro hero, Hawks, that night.

You notice his predator-like eyes raking over your features, it made you shiver with anticipation. Being eye candy for a pro hero? Unexpected, but something you could get behind, your friends who were your favorite agents of chaos quickly caught on to the shameless stares the blonde was sending you and egged you on to talk to him, brushing them off you turned around to see the man of the hour.

“Are you done undressing me with your eyes?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. Hawks’ looked taken aback and then he chuckled, his sudden laugh causing your body to heat up. The blonde leaned down to your ear, “Well I was hoping you’d let me do a bit more than that, dollface…” The flirty lilt in his voice made you choke on your words. “If you let you, that is.” He looked at you for an answer and all you could do was nod in awe at his forwardness.

When you entered his penthouse, he didn’t give you time to look around, only focusing his attention on kissing your lips and getting you undressed. You feel your mind going into a haze as Hawks’ hands reached under your shirt as he leaves trails of kisses down your neck. The last thing you remember from that night was the sound of soft fluffs of you being tossed onto his bed and his hypnotic voice.

“I’m gonna enjoy ruining this beautiful body.”

-

When you awoke the next morning, your body ached all over, rolling over on the bed you looked to your side to realize that this was in fact not your bed. You quickly sat up and saw a note on the nightstand next to you, it read: ‘Thank you for letting me take care of you, doll <3’

You stared at the piece of paper and the crudely drawing of himself giving a thumbs up, and that’s when the realization that you slept with the second most famous hero in the country.

“Ah shit-”

The drive from that damn penthouse to yours has never felt so long, you could feel the stare of your driver from the rear view mirror as you stared at your lap and hoped that your locs hid your face to save what was left of your dignity.

The next time you ran into the blonde man was purely accidental. It's been a month after your night with….him, your days returned to normalcy as that night just became like all the other one night stands you’ve had, you just got lucky this time is all.

It was an uncomfortably warm afternoon and you were leaving the building of your office job, you let your feet lazily drag across the concrete pavement; hearing the familiar city noise of loud chattering of passersby and cars on their way home nullified the disdain of your day.

“Hey! Watch out!”

The voice called out, the person tackled you to the ground. You weren’t expecting to be bodied today but it’s just one of those things that might as well happen when you’re having a bad day, you sighed as all you could think is that you might need to redo your locs after all the abuse it has been subjected it in the past few months. Finally opening your eyes, you see familiar blonde hair on top of you; his face looked apologetic as it seemed that he remembered you, “This situation feels a bit familiar, eh?” He joked, which made your face heat up, he then quickly got up to get back to fighting the villain that was the cause for disturbing your already shitty afternoon. You turned to look at what the hero was trying to shield you from and your eyes widened at the large sword that was wedged into the wall that would've definitely ended you.

A few minutes passed and the authorities arrived to see the already subdued villain, a few other people came to ask if you were ok after witnessing your near death experience, all you could do was give a polite nod and slowly slip away from the crowd that was starting to grow around Hawks.

After making it a few blocks away from the scene you heavily sighed, you've never been in a situation like that before and it was a bit terrifying now that you thought it over in your head. "Traumatized, doll?" Your whole body jumped, but then relaxed upon hearing the nickname, out of the corner of your eye you could see the flying man covering his mouth in an attempt to stifle his laughter.

"Oh hardy har." You scoffed and your walking seemed to speed up.

"You never called me…" Hawks begins, though it was masked with his boyish charm, it was clear that he was a bit disappointed. "Angry that I'm not wrapped around your finger?" You chuckled. When you couldn't hear the flapping of his wings so you had assumed that he got the message and flew away, but you were surprised when you felt his hand grab yours, "Yeah…it's pissing me off that you don't want me, when I very much want you." His golden golden eyes piercing into yours.

Feeling his gaze on your face, which then moved to your lips. The look Hawks was giving was making your knees buckle, you look at the apartment complex and sigh as you pulled him by his collar, dragging him to your apartment.

For some reason you couldn't say no to him, so you let him. You let him kiss your neck. You let him mark you. You let him touch your body. You let him pleasure you.

The sound of Hawks sighs of release made you perk up as his body rested beside you, he turned on his side to look at you and you did the same. "Is this going to be a normal thing, or are you just that desperate?" You say jokingly; the birdman laughed, his wings fluffed up in response. "I dunno, I could get used to this." His smile only increases when he catches your eye roll.

Your heart throbbed, the moonlight made its way into the room shining on his skin, "Maybe I can clear my busy schedule." Your voice is playful and Hawks hums, concentrating on your features. He gets up to cage in-between his arms, startling you.

"You won’t catch feelings, right?"

"Just who do you think I am?"

-

Oh what you would give to go back in time to tell yourself to turn back, that it wasn’t worth the heartbreak. Fast forward a few months into the future where you find yourself lying in the king sized bed of the no. 2 pro hero, Hawks. You contemplated getting up as you watched the winged hero get dressed in his costume many know him by.

“You’re staring…”

“Maybe I see something I like.” You say, sitting up in the bed to stretch. You hear the blonde playfully scoff at your words, you giggle to yourself as could hear the man rolling his eyes. A sigh flew past your lips and you rolled over, as your eyes settled on the large window of the penthouse; the warm streaks of light creeping into the room through the blue curtain. ‘This isn’t forever.’ Your brain reminded you, a deep pit forming in your stomach as you stared at nothing.

“Hey..” Hawks’ voice pulled you out of your trance, the ruffling of sheets telling you to roll back over to face him, you see him propping his face up with his two palms and flashing you his signature charming smile. He reaches his hand out to chin and stares at your lips, he chuckles at the hitch of your breath, “Your face is cute….” He announces and pecks your forehead, leaving you alone in his home.

When did this relationship stop being casual and turned into delusional "I love you's" and lovesick forehead kisses? It hurts to think about. You slip on your work clothes and about to leave his penthouse you back with a deep pit in your stomach that made you nauseous.

Walking into the familiar office that you have become acquainted with over the years. The hour passes by slowly as you work on your designated computer, only getting up for the complimentary coffee breaks. Walking back to your desk you overhear your coworkers talking about the famous red-winged hero, "You didn't know?" Said the woman to the other, her voice filled with disbelief.

"It's kind of surprising to hear the Hawks is dating someone." Her words almost made you choke on your coffee, wondering if it could be you they were talking about you.

"I kind of feel bad for them, being in a relationship with the no. 2 pro hero must be taxing."

"I give it a week, that poor partner doesn't stand a chance."

You decided to not eavesdrop any longer so as to not hurt your own feelings. The empty pit of doubt in your stomach only grew larger, practically killing all the butterflies that was dwelling there.

The idea of dating Hawks has crossed your mind more than you'd like to admit, but the words of your coworkers hung heavy over your head, and the fact that they think that you couldn't handle it only made you feel worse. Hawks' boyish smile lingered in your mind, sometimes the hero man felt like too much, you've had enough moments with Hawks that would make anyone fall for him, but the way he looked at you as if you were the only person in the world suddenly became overwhelming.

You had already broken the rules Hawks had set that one night, and it was starting to scare you how much you wouldn't mind him showing you off to the world with pride and admiration.

Having this conversation with the blonde felt like a double edged sword, but you were now invested in what the man truly thought about your relationship.

Would it lead to your demise and a future full of 'What if's?', or would your mind be filled with relief from getting your desired answer from the man.

-

You find yourself on Hawks' balcony, cigarette in hand. The chill of the wind left you unbothered as you looked upon the city lights, an indiscernible expression casts itself onto your face, crimson red wings catches your eyes. His presence almost instantaneously causing a reaction out of you, Hawks finds an open spot next to you before he allows himself to speak, "I didn't know you smoked…" He says, his voice sounding concerned. Does he not like people smoking around him?

You put out the cigarette on the ledge you were leaning on and tossed it, Hawks' tense shoulders relaxed. "Just an old habit." A sigh passed your lips, you could tell he wanted to say something, but you couldn't let him.

With a sucked in breath, you finally find the voice to say "I can't do this anymore, Hawks." You can hear the tremble in your voice as you couldn't find the heart to look him in the eyes.

Your heart skipped a beat when you felt his finger make its way under your chin for you to look at him, "Doll…-" "I love you too much, you said that we couldn't fall in love but you kept telling me these things that no one has said to me before, you started hugging me intimately and I can take it!" You then became keenly aware of your breath, only to realize that it was because there were tears pouring from your eyes.

His brows knitted together, seeing your distressed face deeply troubled the messy blonde. He pulled you into a hug, "And the fucked up thing us that you love me too…" You say hopelessly.

Hawks' eyes widened, the feeling of guilt washed over him, it was never meant to go this far, but everything about you was intoxicating. He recalls the time he sat and watched you add locs to your hair with a cute but concentrated face, he remembers his heart skipping a beat but shrugged it off, then everything you did slowly became interesting. But now you were suffering all because he couldn't get his shit together and be selfish just this once. "I know I love you, more than you know….but I can't-" He says breathlessly, he rests his head on your shoulder "I can't give you a relationship, it'll put you in danger." You feel your breath hitch at his answer, you pull the hero off of you.

"So that’s it then?" You finally look at him with a tear stained face, you could feel your heart being ripped out of your chest. The man thought for a moment, then nodded. You looked back at him and slowly let yourself walk to the door of the penthouse, this may be the last time you ever see it again.

Looking back one more time at the man that took your heart and found the worst possible way to deal with it.

"Goodbye, Hawks."

"It's Takami Keigo…"

You stopped for a moment, then gave a polite smile and nodded.

"I love you, Takami Keigo."

Once upon a time, you fell in love with a hero, and once upon a time, he loved you back. And now, there were two heartbroken people in the world living life as if they never had history.

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Heyyy, if some parts seemed rush then you would be absolutely correct. I finished this at 2am and the only thing fueling me was the phrase, "Fuck it, we ball."

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Who Let Vampires Run Rock n' Roll?! Part 2!

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Trying this again because there's a dumb 4096 word limit. There's gonna be blood and biting. Plenty of intimacy too.

Part One.

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A little under 1,000 words.

It's Mai, not Mia. No matter how many times I misspelled it. 😭

Happy reading!

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I ran out of the venue as soon as the concert was over, avoiding any enthusiastic yet envious crowd members who were oh-so-enthralled by the little performance I put on with the band’s lead. 

I hid behind a wall that’s part of the labyrinth they call a parking lot.

He BIT me!! In front of all those people! Why?!

The heat in my face escalated as I envisioned that scene. And those little glances and winks he would sneak at me afterward. And him holding me…

I shake my head and slap my cheeks twice. 

No, I gotta stay calm. Stay calm and find my car so that I can get outta here…

Following the faded-out signs that lead to the higher floors, I feel as though my legs might collapse before I even make it to the car. Exhaustion weighed on me as if it was a truck tire on my shoulders. 

My desire to go home and sleep was much stronger than my desire to lay down on a concrete ground to rest(and possibly get run over). I continued to walk until I finally found my car. I unlocked it and went inside, closing the door behind with a thud that echoed throughout the whole place.

I attach my Alistair keychain to my keys, turn on the car, and drive out of the parking lot. 

My bed and I shall be reunited like lost lovers.

•••

A melody plays from afar, waking me up. The sunlight hitting my face tells me that I should’ve been awake a long time ago. I get out of bed with a slouch as I rub my eyes, not fully alert just yet. 

I walk over to my dresser, correcting a fallen shirt strap before grabbing my phone. Mai’s photo lights up as the song plays.

She’s calling me now? She never calls me this early…

I answer the call.

“Hello,” I say in a groggy voice before being interrupted.

“AAAHH OH MY GOD, GIRLIE!! OH MY GOD,” she screamed, brutally murdering my sleepiness.

“Whoa, whoa, calm down, I just woke up,” I said. “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on? WHAT’S GOING ON??? How can you have that happen to you and NOT remember?!”

Oh.

“Well, about that,” I start.

“HE KISSED YOU,” Mai cut me off again, overly excited for me. “See, I TOLD he would! I’m so happy for you, girlie! Happy and jealous, like-AAH, you’re so lucky! I would kill to get that!”

“Wait, wait, wait,” I said again, curbing her enthusiasm. “How’d you know that? I didn’t send you that video last night.”

Also, he did NOT kiss me. Most kisses don’t involve a direct chomp to the throat.

“Somebody recorded it and posted it online,” Mai responded in a calmer tone. “When I woke up, it was in my recommended and I had to see it for myself.”

“Oh my God…”

I move the phone away, placing my face in the sanctuary of the palm of my hand. I bring it back, with an idea in mind.

“Could you please send it to me,” I ask. “There’s something I wanna see again.”

Mai giggled on the other line.

“Sure!”

‘“Mai(Bestie ❤ ️ ❤ ️) has sent ‘1’ attachment.”’

I clicked on the notification to see the video-- “Lucien Kissed a Girl and He Liked It!!”

Oh brother…

I look at the current view count- 100k views?! I thought Crimson Nocturne was a small band. 

“I’m going to watch the video, I’ll call you back, Mai.”

“Okay,” Mai said. “But you better tell me how the concert was later!”

“I will, see you later!”

“See you!”

She hung up, and with that, I tapped on the video to play it.

The video started with Lucien screaming while the band played. Of course, I’m there in his arms, looking a little shy. 

Soon, they went to the breakdown when Lucien whispered to me. 

I nodded like the fool I was and then…

Smooch?!

Instead of the bite, it showed him kissing me directly on the lips and the crowd going crazy. 

What?

I slow down the video to 0.25x to take another look at it. I refuse to believe that he committed such an act.

Even when it was slowed down, I couldn’t hide from the un-truth. His lips just slowly met mine. 

It’s too good-looking to have been edited in. It’s too natural to have been slapped on with artificial intelligence…but how?

How did they fake a kiss?!

I looked into the comment section to see if anybody else remembered it differently.

“omg i’m so jealous 😭it should’ve been meee”

“We got Lucien making out with a girl before a certain sixth installment of a popular game.”

“Ooh Lysander was gawking at them!!”

The rest of the comments were of similar caliber except for one, which has been severely disliked.

“There’s no way this was a kiss. This whole band is weird and we should take action by looking into them further.”

It’s different…but there’s no real proof that they saw the bite. 

Did I somehow hallucinate the bite? Was the piercing of his fangs as they entered my throat just a figment of my imagination? Maybe the sound of my blood, my life source, being swallowed by him was just the wind? 

It can’t be. Yet at the same time, it seems like the most plausible thing to believe in. 

I mean, people would call me crazy if I said otherwise. 

I will post part three RIGHT after this is posted! Gaah!

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previously on this un-named thing

Leaks To Love

waking up everyday just felt like a drag. you didn’t want to go out, fearing that people might mistake you- well, recognise your from the disgusting video. your heart beat galloped every time you were out, even when you were with your friends or family. why- WHY did you have to trust someone so intimately? not to even mention the secrets you revealed to him, the trust that you built while even imagining a future with him. you thought you would be able to start a family with that dirt bag. all of this just brought your feelings down. you were never able to look up anymore, for a few reasons. one, afraid that people might recognize you, and two, you thought that finding your one true love would be impossible at this point. who would love a stupid girl who ruined her future? you were always known to trust people blindly because as you grew up, you always had your parents looking out for you. but now, you’re on your own kid. who in their right mind would date anyone who’s that gullible and stupid? to you, everyday was living hell. the only good thing you could think of was that your name was not mentioned in the video. it didn’t matter though, it was already bad enough.

“hey y/n?” your heart started to beat profusely in your chest when you felt someone tap on your shoulder, you weren’t able to recognize the voice. when you turned to look at who it was, you were met with smiling eyes, a glint of mischief coming from the person.

ah, yuuji. your previous classmate from junior college. it’s strange, you haven’t talked to him in forever ever since you left takumi.

“can we...talk in private?”

oh no, not this again.

you quietly followed him to the empty corner, you followed him to the same spot satoru told you about the news, your heart beating so fast you were able to hear it.

“i know this will sound crazy but trust me, i think i found your stunt double. trust me i had nothing to do with this, i even told people that it wasn’t you!” yuuji took out his tablet and showed you the horrific video.

you weren’t that close to yuuji but he was one of takumi’s close friends. you both have hung out before once or twice, greeting each other with hi’s and bye’s. you closed your eyes, not wanting to take another look at yourself slutting out for your ex.

you didn’t know what to do though. to tell him the truth or to lie? and say that it’s someone who looks like you or who is pulling pranks on you. without even thinking, stupidly, you told him the bitter truth.

“hey, if you’d let me ask around we might actually catch the culprit, and if we’re lucky we might send him to jail. trust me on this, y/n. remember how we were friends before you met sato-“ yuuji’s words were interrupted by a phone call.

“i’m sorry yuuji i have to take this,” your excused yourself and answered the call, “yes?”

“y/n, are you still around the campus? i’ve already made dinner. you shouldn’t go out that often, y/n. things haven’t died down yet,” as satoru spoke to you softly. he was right, it’s only been a day. but your did felt cooped up in the home and wanted some fresh air. “i’ll be back soon, wait for me,” you responded to him.

you could feel a sigh of relief from his end, “i’ve already started some dishes for dinner. i know you get hungry when you’re nervous,” he continued. you felt your stomach grumble right after that. you shyly looked away causing yuuji to notice a change in your attitude.

“you should come home okay, y/n?” satoru said with worry in his voice making yuuji even more intrigued. he looked at you and asked, “oh you have a lover now, i see~” yuuji mocks and you blush, shaking your head.

“no, he’s not my lover, yuuji. just someone…important..” you stopped and mumbled, “for now…” softly enough for yuuji not to hear you. “i guess this is my stop. bye yuuji, it was nice meeting you again,” smiling, you quickly left.

you guess your crush on toru hasn’t faded away yet.

“i’m home!” you say as you removed your shoes while entering your dorm. your dorm was in campus so it was easier for you to attend classes, it was only a couple blocks away.

your nose was met with an aroma you felt dear to your heart. the smell of miso soup! satoru must be the one cooking...until you hear a female's laugh?

you cocked an eyebrow and started to move closer to your kitchen.

"mai?" you said. satoru and mai were laughing and standing over the stew of miso soup. huh. satoru didn't cook, huh?

"y/n! you're back! look here, i called mai over and she assisted me in making this feast for you. i know you need all of these to make you feel better, just as mai says that she has these whenever she feels down," satoru smiles at you and reveals the reason why he called mai over. not knowing that you actually hated her.

you smile and thanked mai with a soft voice. hopefully she didn't drug the miso, she'd want that wouldn't she?

I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT POSYTING GFOR SO LOGN IM SORRY I HAVE SO MUCH SHIT GOING ON IN UNIVERSITY I HATE IT SO MUCH

LIKE I AM HAVING A SEMESTER BREAK NOW BUT I SIGNED MY DUMBASS TO ASSIST MY LECTURER FOR SOME COMPETITION IWJRIJERI IM SO RETARDED IDK. i dont have time to even create a poster (my bf is asking me to go down to eat) BYE LOVE UOLS

Update: I'm just gonna name this "Leaks to Love"