#very much reminds me of the first girl i fell for and its so sweet to see

[perlelune]

no body, no crime | Coriolanus Snow | xii. {END}

Your childhood friend returns from his exile in district 12, but he's not the sweet, quiet boy you once knew anymore.

Warnings: NON-CON, Plinth!Reader, Gaslighting, Drugging, Murder, Forced Marriage, Forced Pregnancy, Loss of Virginity, Somnophilia

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

Your nerves stir as William considers you in silence. It’s all he’s done for the last few agonizing minutes, stare at you without uttering a single word. Perhaps you’ve shared too much? Overestimated how much he could take? You’ve told him everything, not skipping over any detail as he asked. How Coriolanus lured you into his web. Weaved a myriad of honeyed lies you naively fell for. Coaxed you into staying with him. Planted a seed that will soon grow into a permanent reminder of all he did to you. 

The whole, plain horrible truth.

Much as it ached to tell the story, and relive it in a way, you were thorough and concise. Your voice may have wavered a little, your eyes evaded William’s at times, but now he has the full story. 

And he’s free to do as he pleases with that knowledge.

“William?” you inquire again. 

This time he swallows a deep breath. Fearful expectancy knots your gut. He clenches his fists and bolts to his feet. 

“I’m going to kill him.”

You wedge yourself between him and the door as he takes long, determined strides toward the exit.

“Wait!” you urge, panic trembling through your voice.

William scoff, a frown marring his brow.

“What? You want to protect him? After everything he’s done to you?”

Your lips tighten. A surge of tears fights its way past your lids but you suppress them. Too much is at stake for you to crumble right now. You straighten your spine and lift your chin.

“It’s not that. Of course I don’t care what happens to him but…” You place your hands on his forearms. He seems to relax at your touch and a sliver of relief leaks inside your chest. Perhaps there is still hope for you and William. “He’s dangerous, William. Cunning, slippery. Like a snake.”

His jaw clenches. “We’ll see about that when I have my fist in his throat.”

He tries to move forward but you keep firmly blocking his path. Once again, you try to reason with him. “No, he really is…deranged.” No other word arises in your mind. You shudder as you recall the glint of madness in his blue eyes. “He has my parents under his spell. I really don’t think he’ll stop at anything to get his way.” Your mouth quivers. “He’ll hurt you.”

“Let him try,” William grumbles, clenching his fists. 

Rage oozes off him, coating the air. You feel its intensity in your very bones. When he said he wanted to kill Coriolanus, it wasn’t a metaphor. It’s how furious your fiancé is after hearing your story.

“William, no…For me. Let it go.” You grab his hands, bringing them to your face. They slowly loosen, his gaze softening as it rests on you. “Let’s just leave. I know I’m asking for a lot. Asking you to raise another man’s child-”

He cradles your face. “It doesn’t matter. It’ll be our child. They won’t even have to know his name.” 

You drape your hands over his, emotion making your voice waver.

“You really mean that?”

His thumbs sweep over your cheek.

“Of course. I made a promise to you.” He smiles. “And I never stopped loving you.”

You suck in a sharp breath. “Even after everything?”

A glimpse of sadness crosses his features.

“It hurt. Of course, it hurt. But there’s no other girl than you for me, and there never will be.” Overwhelmed, you stare at him a long time, basking in his bottomless devotion. How did you end up so lucky? Even after all the misfortune you suffered, amidst your woe, you still found William. A love as rare and pure as a pearl lost in the ocean.

You get on your tiptoes to press your lips over his. At first, it’s tentative. You’re wondering if perhaps it’s too soon, if he’s truly forgiven you. But your doubts evaporate as he eagerly returns the kiss. Your heart swells. He cups your cheeks and you melt against him, soaking his scent and the familiar taste of his skin. You could cry. You missed him so much. For the first time in weeks, air finds a home in your lungs again.

When your lips part, he leans his forehead against yours. For a while, you just revel in each other’s presence, warm breaths mingling in the cool air.

“So what’s the plan?” he asks, his knuckles skimming down your neck. “You…do have a plan, right?”

Taking a deep breath, you stand up straight.

“I’m thinking we hitch a late night train to District 2. There’s a weapons shipment tonight.” You grimace. “My dad, h-he sends them to the Peacekeepers garrisons there.” Every time you remember the part your father plays in keeping people in the Districts cowered and afraid of the Capitol’s wrath, you feel sick. This is who the man who raised you has become. Someone who turns a blind eye to his own people’s suffering. It makes you wonder if maybe he and Coriolanus are cut from the same cloth after all. Both of them opportunists. Both of them eager to step over everything and everyone to further their goals. Your father gives the Capitol the ammunition it needs to terrorize. And Coriolanus fuels them with ideas to keep that terror alive.

“We could head South, start a new life there,” William suggests.

You blink in surprise. This is a drastic decision, one you never expected to hear leave his lips.

“You mean, leave Panem?”

“Why not? There is nothing for us here. I don’t think there ever was.”

“You’d be leaving your family and friends behind William. A-Are you sure?”

He sends you a warm smile, rubbing your arms.

“You’re my family. You’re all I need.”

Your heart flutters, a fresh breeze of hope passing through you. 

“William…”

“This is my choice. I’m choosing you,” he interrupts, his inflection firmer than before. “In sickness and in health, until death do us part, right?”

You search his eyes and are shocked to realize William means this. He wants to elope with you, follow you into uncertainty and escape the Capitol’s vicious rule.

“I’m sorry…about everything.”

His tender lips graze your forehead.

“There is nothing to forgive. None of this was your fault.”

His soothing words cast a balm over your wounded heart. You spent so long blaming yourself, tortured by your own thoughts and lamenting every choice you made. It’s refreshing to hear that maybe, not all the responsibility falls upon your shoulders.

You wipe the budding tears in your eyes.

“We have to be quick,” you say, your voice more confident than before. “Coriolanus, he…we need to be long gone before he notices I left.”

William squeezes your shoulder.

“You don’t have to be scared of him anymore. I won’t let him get anywhere near you. If he wants to breathe the same air as you, he’ll have to do it over my dead body.”

He wraps his arms around you and, for the first time in several weeks, you feel safe.

You help William pack his most essential belongings before the two of you sneak into the night. Despite what he said, you don’t miss the brief way his green eyes mist as he shoves a picture of his parents and little sister into a leather bag. Guilt floods your insides. You’re the one in trouble, not him. Several times, you grapple with the urge to tell him to stay, that you can do this on your own. But there is no going back now. It’s too late. Besides, a selfish part of you doesn’t want to. It’s scary enough, leaving everything behind. The Capitol. Your childhood home. Your parents. Having William at your side is the only way you won’t fall apart out here. You don’t see yourself surviving beyond the borders without him. As much as you complained about your life here, you’re aware of how sheltered you’ve been. You always had food on the table. You were never cold. You always had a warm bed to sleep in.

Now, those things will not be guaranteed. 

You and William try to act natural around every peacekeeper you brush past, pretending you’re just two lovers meeting for a late night tryst. Still, your heart leaps each time you get a glimpse of the blue uniforms. You haven’t forgotten the time Coriolanus spent in district 12, paranoia prowling the edge of your mind. It’s not like he has any affiliation with them now, does he?

Sensing your unease, William squeezes your hand in reassurance. You smile at him.

Still, you don’t relax until the two of you have hailed a cab and are on your way to the train station on the outskirts of the city. 

Even when the two of you successfully make it onto the back of a cargo train unnoticed, you’re still on alert. Even the whistle of the train as it rumbles to life and leaves the station doesn’t grant you peace. William wraps his arm around your shoulders. The two of you are sitting on the floor behind a gigantic crate of machine guns.

He drops a kiss atop your head.

“Hey, everything will be fine. I promise. Nothing will happen to you.”

You tuck yourself against him. You wish you could let go of your fear but dread’s had you in its clutches since you left the station. Would Coriolanus’ plans for you be thwarted so easily? You find it hard to believe, remembering his unflinching desire to make you fall in line.

Still, you give a weak smile.

“You’re right. I’m being silly.”

As soon as you utter the words however, the train hisses and makes an abrupt stop on the tracks.

William frowns.

“What’s happening? I’ll go ch-”

Before your fiancé can finish his sentence, the doors of the wagon open. A gust of frosty wind whisks inside the train. William’s eyes widen but there’s no time to process his shock as he’s kicked in the gut by a peacekeeper.

Another man appears and the two of them yank him out of the train. 

“William!” you shout, jumping out of the wagon. 

Your fiancé coughs out blood as he’s dragged away by the two blue-clad men. He tries to fight them but they kick him in the jaw. He crashes into the grass. 

Your chest seizes. You begin racing towards him. However as the two men shift, revealing someone else behind them, someone whose haunting blue stare is forever engraved into your memories, you freeze. 

He scrutinizes you before shaking his head.

“You disappoint me, princess,” Coriolanus sighs, folding his arms. “I thought you were finally coming to your senses.”

The two men force William on his knees, one of them pointing his gun at his head to keep him docile. Your eyes water. Helplessness tugs at your chest. He took no time to find you. Did you ever stand a chance?

“Coriolanus, just let us go. This is…all of this is going too far,” you plead. 

He arches his brow, disdain lacing his tone as he says, “You really think I’d let my child grow up in a district?”

“You bastard,” William spits, hate flaring in his green eyes. 

Malice sways in Coriolanus’ orbs as he takes in your fiancé. His taunting voice echoes through the field.

“Oh, does it sting, knowing I’ve had her before you in every possible way?”

He tries to lunge himself at the blond. Your breath catches as you watch the peacekeepers beat him into submission. He keels over in the grass, coughing up more blood.

Coriolanus turns to you.

“I’m going to give you a choice, princess. Come back home to the Capitol with me, willingly. I’ll forgive you, set the entire matter aside and we can focus on our guest list, cake tasting and finding you the perfect dress for our wedding.” He tilts his head, his smile vanishing. “Or don’t. And I really can’t say what I’ll do next.” He chuckles darkly. “I just know you won’t like it.”

You look at him, disbelief and sadness surging through you. You wonder where your friend disappeared to, the one who dried your tears and whispered soft words of reassurance whenever your mood dipped, the one who showered you with gifts and attentions. The one who was kind. 

Who is this stranger standing before you?

Coriolanus laughs. 

“You know Sejanus looked at me the exact same way…like he expected me to be someone I’m not, someone I never was.” His eyes lock with yours. “Right to the bitter end.”

Your stomach sinks, an awful realization digging its way through your mind. You don’t know how you know. Perhaps it’s that smug smile on his lips. Perhaps that glow in his eyes. Or that subtle inflection to his words. Either way, you just know.

You know what Coriolanus did and your entire world falls apart.

Sejanus too never stood a chance, you bet.

You nod. “I’ll come with you.”

A subtle smile blooms on Coriolanus’ lips.

“What?” William stares at the interaction in shock.

Coriolanus offers you his hand as you approach.

“It’s over, William,” you mumble, too ashamed to meet his gaze. You focus on taking Coriolanus’ hand instead. His touch is deceptively soft. “Just go back home, forget about this. Forget about me.”

Your spirits sink lower and lower with every word that leaves your mouth. You are willingly walking to your grave.

William shakes his head.

“No way…”

Everything that follows happens in a blur. So quickly you barely register what’s going on. First, William throws himself at the blond. You gasp as you watch them wrestle, Coriolanus having a clear advantage. Next, one of the peacekeepers hands him a gun. 

He points it at his temple.

Ribbons of blood fly from William’s skull, painting Coriolanus’ shirt crimson.

Time stops for you as your eyes grow wide with horror.

The blond dusts himself off, shoving William’s limp frame off him as he rises.

He sighs at his stained shirt.

“This was brand new,” he laments.

You rush to William and fall to your knees near his unmoving body. It takes all your strength to even shift him a little. 

“William? William, please?” you whimper. His lifeless green eyes rise to the moon in the sky, his soft mouth parted in a scream that never will be. 

Your heart shatters into a million pieces, the shards piercing through your being and trailing scars in their wake. It will never stitch itself back together.

In the background, Coriolanus orders one of the peacekeepers.

“Get rid of the bodies. Make sure nothing is left. And I’ll put in a good word for your sister at the Citadel,” he promises.

The other peacekeeper pipes up, “The bodies? But there’s only one-”

A gunshot erupts. A few feet away, you watch one of the peacekeepers, the one who spoke up, crash into the ground. The other one shot him. Smoke still rises from his gun as Coriolanus nods at the man in approval.

“Like we agreed, I’ll also write to Commander Hoff on your behalf. You’ll start officer training next month.”

More words are exchanged between the two men but they fade amidst the buzz rising inside your head. You lie atop William’s corpse, numb as you faintly hope to find a heartbeat.

After a while, you’re hauled off your feet by a pair of strong arms. You struggle but it’s for naught. You’re taken away, William’s unmoving form dwindling in your vision.

“No, I can’t leave him…”

Coriolanus carries you bridal style to a vehicle. He places you in the passenger seat and ties your seatbelt. 

“Shh, it’s okay, princess,” he coos. “You need to calm down. This isn’t good for you and the baby.”

The baby. You have to admit that for a second, you considered trying to pry the gun out of Coriolanus’ hands and shooting it into your own head. End it all once and for all. Your life has already ended. So what difference would it make? But then you remembered. Your life isn’t just yours anymore. 

You look at the blond through tearful eyes, your hoarse voice swelling in the car. 

“Did you get my brother killed?”

Coriolanus puts on his own seatbelt and turns the key in the ignition. “What an awful assumption to make, princess.”

He grips the steering wheel as the engine roars to life. 

“However, it might be a good time to remember…that your father’s written me into his will.” Your breath stumbles. “Which means, though I prefer him alive to walk my beautiful bride down the aisle…” His blue eyes glimmer, his lips curving upward. “I also don’t need him to be.”

He shakes his head and sighs, running his fingers atop your thigh.

“Who knows how long he still has, with those heart issues of his. Anything could happen.”

“One day you will pay. For all of them,” you grit out, the sheer hate you feel for him overflowing in your tone. 

He fondles your cheek, his smile growing. 

“Perhaps… But not today.” He pauses, as if he just remembered something. He reaches inside the pocket of his coat. 

“Here,” he says as he pulls out a small velvet box.

You witness in horror as Coriolanus removes William’s ring from your finger and slips another one in its place. It’s ostentatious, the red rubies shimmering like blood in the darkness.

Once it’s on your finger, he admires it. He brings your hand to his lips, brushing a soft kiss over your knuckles. 

“Fits perfectly, just like I know it would,” he chimes. 

[nepobaby08]

music and mishaps | T.C.

summary: you adored music. so much to the point where it had you clouded, and you never paid attention to where you were going. at all. in the course of bumping into millions of people, you bump into a certain person that both changes you and herself.

warnings : tara’s a little stingy. but its okay she’ll warm up to you.

|word count: 1.4k|

part i || part ii

 Walking down the cold stone path to Blackmore University was your favorite thing to do. Only because that gave you a free pass to blast music on your way there.

You’d like to think you were the only one walking. That’s the way you put it at least. Music was your escape, and your awakening. There had not been a day where you had not listened to your “glorifying” playlist, as you told people. It had many songs that fit your criteria, and that’s the way you liked it. 

Only thing was, you liked to keep certain songs, and artists to yourself so you could only be the one to listen to them. You knew it was a weird thing to do, but you didn’t care. You felt like music was your best friend.

 But the thing about you was you never paid attention to your surroundings. And by never.. you mean never. You were clumsy like that. A klutz even. You often found yourself tripping over things, and bumping into people. A thing that you knew you needed to fix. But whatever, right?

“omph!” you said, once again, you bumped into someone. But it wasn’t a side push, or a light jab, it was right in your torso. The force was hard, but not hard enough for anything to ache.

You opened your eyes and saw that you knocked a girl over, or maybe she knocked herself over, because you knew that you weren’t in a rush to go anywhere. I mean - it was only 8:00, and classes didn’t start until nine.

“Shit, i’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” You apologized to the girl who now you took note of was very much shorter than you. You yourself standing at 5′5, and the girl 5′1.

It was cute. You thought.

“S’okay.” She said, dusting herself off, “It was me who wasn’t paying any attention.” She smiled at you. Not a full smile. It was more of a smile that was forced. Clearly she didn’t want to talk.

But you couldn’t really hear her because of the music that was playing in your ears. 

Of course you forgot about that.

You hurriedly took your phone out of your pocket, and hit pause, and then you took the black headphones off of your head, resting them on your neck. 

“I’m sorry?” You said. “I couldn’t hear what you just said. It was.. the music.” You gestured to the headphones around your neck.

The girl’s facial expression fell. She really seemed like she didn’t want to repeat herself.

“I said I'm sorry, and that I didn’t mean to bump into you?” 

“Oh, right!” You said quickly. “No biggie, happens to me all the time.” You said reassuringly.

“Yeah, clearly.” She mumbled.

“What was that?” You asked.

“I said I'm leaving!” She said, and rushed past you, her steps quickening by the second. You turned to look at her leave, with a confused look on your face. 

“Weirdo.” You mumbled, and looked down at your phone and hit play, and continued your usual walk to your class. English was first. Your favorite. Your teacher was the nicest in the world, you felt like. She reminded you of “Ms. Honey” from Matilda. Such a sweet soul.

                             ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

  The bell finally rang, which meant classes were done for the day. At least for you. You were kinda a smart aleck. Not really one you weren’t annoying and kept to yourself when it came to work, if anyone needed notes for anything you would gladly hand them over cause you knew what it was like to struggle.

 You slung your bag over your shoulder, exiting out of the classroom. You let out a breath of relief you didn’t know you were holding, very glad to be going back to your dorm. You put your headphones over your head and began your daily stroll back.

You enjoyed the college life. You finally felt independent. You didn’t have to hear your siblings’ nagging in your ears, as well as your mother’s. You felt free. Free to yourself. And you hoped that it would last long until the winter break arrived.

 You shared a dorm with a girl named Anika. She was such a sweetheart too. You didn’t know how anyone could hurt her soul. She had a girlfriend Mindy who would often come over. She was nice as well, but she didn’t like you around very much. You knew why. She thought you were bad news because she might’ve had the idea that you were messing around with Anika. But that was definitely not the case. Anika reassured you a lot that that was just how Mindy was, and you said it was fine. You didn’t care that much.

 You finally made it up to your building, and swung the door open to enter. Taking your hands out of your pockets, you cracked your knuckles as they were pretty cramped from writing and typing all day. You loved doing that. Writing. That was another hobby of yours. You had many drafts of drabbles and thought’s in your notes, and your little brown notebook with a etch of a tree in it. Amazing, wasn’t it?

As you turned the corner you bumped into yet, another person. You sighed.

Not again. 

It was the same girl from earlier, and you wished she was the last person you would see on the day to day basis. Seems like this was a regular now.

As she looked up at you her facial expression dropped just the same as yours did.

“You again, really? You seem to not like to pay attention.” She said. 

You were taken aback by this.

“Me? Me? I’m pretty sure I was paying the fullest attention to where I was going this time.” You could hear yourself and her pretty clearly this time because your music wasn’t as loud.

“Yeah, sure you were.” She said, crossing her arms and sighing. “Where are you going anyway? I’ve never seen you around here.”

“To... my dorm?” You said obviously, “And probably because I live on the other side of the building..” You trailed off, pretty curious now. 

“What’s your name?” You looked down at the shorter girl, her brown eyes looking into yours.

“Tara, you?”

“Y/N.” You smiled. “Say.. we’ve bumped into each other twice today, and in my eyes, I set that as a world record. You think we could get to know each other more?”

“No. Nope, absolutely not.” She said quickly. Now trying to get past you. You stopped her with your free hand, touching her chest, pushing her back in front of you.

That made her flushed.

“I’m not a bad person, I swear! And you seem like the type who needs to loosen up a bit. What, do you have trust issues or something?”

“Yes. That’s exactly the case. And if my sister saw me talking to you right now she might just murder you.”

“Wow... super intimidating, Tara, I'll give you that one.” You started, “One sec.” You pulled out a black marker from the side of your backpack, and grabbed her arm.

“What are you do-”

“Shut up.” You laughed.

You wrote your number on her forearm and sighed, “There. Now you have my number, and.. I can show you how much of a trustworthy person I am.” You smiled in triumph.

She stared at you with a bored look.

“Why do you wanna get to know me so bad, huh Y/N? I don’t even know you and have only bumped into you twice. If anything, you could be a psychopath.”

“I can be a little psycho.” You said, then you saw her face shift. “I’m kidding of course!” You put your hands up in defense.

“But I think I may know one of your friends.” You said.

“Who?”

“Uh.. Mindy, is it? Yeah! She comes over to see her girlfriend, my roommate, a lot. Maybe even too much.”

“You know Mindy?” She looked at you in a way that screamed she just didn’t believe you one bit.

“Yes.. Well - no? She kinda hates me.”

“Yeah, I'm kinda starting to hate you too.” Tara added.

“Whatever, Tara.” You chuckled. “Just - text me okay? I can show you how much of a great person I am, and I sure as hell can get you out of whatever shell you’re trapped in.”

“.....Fine.” She said,

“Great, I'll see you!” You walked off, “And don’t bump into me again tomorrow or there will be consequences!” You yelled back.

Tara stopped in her tracks as she walked off at the same time you did, “I thought that’s what you wanted to happen!” She yelled.

“I guess we’ll never know, Carpenter!” 

She sighed, and turned to walk her way back to her own dorm.

Wait.

How did you know her last name?

                            so that was a little something i whipped up while listening to music myself. thinking of turning this into a series!

- aur

[darlingofvalyria]

❝Daemon doesn't know what to do with you.❞

[ Never piss off your wife. She might acquire a living, breathing punishment for you. Aka, Daemon made a mistake and you're his punishment ft. Rhaenyra stay winning. ]

[ +18 MDNI ] [ 1,985 ] | Daemyra x Sugar Baby!Reader

contains— sugar mommy x sugar baby, open relationship/understandings, toxic relationship??? allusions of cheating, established realtionship - nsfw: oral, p & v sex, v & v sex, pet names mainly: darling, sweet girl, good girl, praise, male masturbation shshhs - you piss the shit outta daemon (as you should), slight angst? - sort of daemon-focused since it's in his pov, but rhae's the only one allowed to touch you lol - no targcest bc its the modern world and that would be weird.

a/n— i dont want to talk about it, okay. comment/reblog/like at will ❤️️

Daemon doesn't know what to do with you.

With your soft noises encouraged to heighten in pleasure whenever Rhaenyra had you over- and after initial test drive of the first few times, stretched in months to weeks to days - she had you over all the time, at random times of the day. Any time the boys or his girls weren't by (being taken care of in the park, Harwin or Laena's visitation rights, Rhaenys wanting to take them off for Corlys weekend fishing trips)- your mewls turned unbridled shouts of pleasure now filled the high-rise.

You permeate the space like a cigarette stain; you didn't even need to be godsdamned present anymore. It starts with your perfume- it's lighter than Rhaenyra's but heavier in sweetness. Vanille. A touch of it that he's foul to recognise. Lipstick stains on his wife's neck, her blouse, where he can imagine your lips drag and bite and suckle because the kids are too young to understand and it's not like he's not one to leave his own marks, but there's a thunderous boil that drums in his veins when he realises you're leaving your own on his wife.

You fill the nooks and crannies like a plague, and you don't even care about him.

Worse, you taunt him.

And it's not like he could say anything to Nyra.

After all, the two of them had an understanding after he got caught with a minor dalliance of his own. It was a one time thing, and he only got blown, but it was enough for a talking to. A mutual agreement that was really just him pacifying his wife.

He really should have focused on the crooks of how upset she had been, on the gleam in her eyes when he thought she had simmered down. That her fire, though not as brightly lit, was still very much burning.

"You can have any sweet thing that you want, husband, as long as you keep them away from the kids. As long as you keep it quiet and away from me. I do not want the details." Nyra's mouth had curled. He remembered. She took up the space behind him, wine-kissed as she was, her fingers dancing on his shoulders and kneading at the tough centre of the nape of his neck. His eyelids fluttered and he barely heard her next words.

"In return, you will not make a fuss when I take mine, hm?"

Daemon had laughed. He remembered that. A soft, more air than sound laugh.

He took her hand to his lips and smirked up at her. Shark-like. Baiting. Daring. "As you wish, wife. In return, you can tell me all about it."

There was a strong part of Daemon that didn't think she'd actually do it.

Rhaenyra had smiled that smile that reminded him of godswoods and Valyrian necklaces, passed down from generation after generation. A silent vow louder drew from blood.

There was a strong part of Daemon who thought his wife was jesting, making a bluff, a toss of a coin.

Until you arrived with a sweet smile and a tinkling little laugh.

Until he had found his wife with her face buried between your legs, your hands— freshly done nails and glimmering rings, new, he later found out from the bank transcripts — and your back arched, your mouth gaping in a silent scream as you come undone.

It took a minute for you to see him, so stuck in that pleasure that broke and free-fell through you several times because 'Nyra didn't want to let up, calling you her sweet girl, her darling girl, that's it, you can take more, can you? aren't you my good girl?

When your thick lashed-eyes finally met his darkened lilac gaze, lipstick still perfect red, still perfectly plump and moist, your mouth curls into a charming little smile and said, "Oh, hello there."

Rhaenyra looked up, and at the smirk on her face, your spend all around her ruined lipstick and chin— Daemon knew she wanted him to see. Wanted him to know. It's a bullet shot down his spine, straight to his cock. It's a cold thrill and grasped fingers around his throat with rings nestled to make indents.

It's a violent blend of jealousy and lust, and the cocktail emotion rages in him, swirls and punctures.

There is a bite between Rhaenyra and Daemon, a fiery edge that often saunters the edges, crosses a new line. But each time, after each rough push, they come back to one another; a tether of becoming, of pulling taunt. Once again united. They are assured in each other's positions; you can play with anyone but you always come back to me.

Rhaenyra has won this one. She had snapped, pulled, and arose victorious.

But they always come together. And often, enjoyed sharing.

What Daemon forgets sometimes is that he is a younger brother, and really, Rhaenyra was the eldest and the sole eye of her father. When righteous selfishness burns with a petty need to make her husband suffer, it heels hard.

"She is mine, husband," she whispers at the edge of his lips, riding him through a slick, sex-haze after you had left. Her thighs slap against his own, his hands harsh on the indents of her waist as she rode him with no abandon, uncaring for his pleasure this time, selfishness the game this time, but the renewed roughness brought him to the early days of their marriage. That unbridled want, a clash of teeth and skin and raw, burning lust.

There is a growl and a hiss, a moan and a gasp; blood has beaded through bitten flesh and bruises are blooming. This is fucking from the high of a third party dancing on their marriage.

And Rhaenyra's refusal of you to him made him throb.

She had seen him high-strung, plotted him to be harder than a box of rocks, already harshly yanking his tie in anticipation of having his wife and you with your fox gazes and sire song, but Rhaenyra had turned away from him, ignored him, and slapped your thigh before kissing your cheek.

"Come back next time, darling, my husband is home." It was said in a tease, a lighthearted joke between two people he was not a part of, but he knew his wife; recognised the bite. The smugness.

And by god, you were in on it as you thrilled a laugh and slid your gaze to his, undressing and fucking him with your eyes as you bit your lip. Your words are to Rhae, a hand on her cheek and a thumb rubbing at the corner of her lip, but your gaze is devouring him. He wasn't a green boy, but you seemed amused and feral for the hard-line of his manhood. As if you can picture what he would feel like buried deep inside your guts, and enjoyed it.

"Am I just going to be yours then, hm?" you asked amusedly, finally turning to her.

Nyra turned her gaze then, to him, and smirked. "You, I will not share. A fitting punishment, don't you think? Some jewels are meant for one alone."

And you had laughed, the gall of you, taking your bag (new one too,a matching one with his wife) and walking right past him. Your scent- his wife's fucking scent, the smell of her cunt on you and his dick throbbed - devoured him as you left him with a wink and a quiet, "too bad."

You had not even gone inside the elevator of their penthouse before a growl tore through his chest and he had met Rhaenyra's thundering footsteps with his own, their tongues and teeth clashing for dominance, ripping apart clothes, wanting to bury each other in the other's skin.

Now, she reaches her peak with a yell and a full body shudder, her cunt clenching and squeezing, demanding his release, and he jolts with her with a swear of his own, his cum flooding her in thick, sharp bursts.

Even then, as Rhae smiled sweetly, post-peak glow simpering her fire, sweetening her kisses against the side of his face, his neck, running a tongue over the worst of the bruises and bites— Daemon thought, surely, now that his wife had reached post-coital bliss and forgiven him, punishment had been had? That he was free to have you, to play with you?

But no. You were off limits. Hers and hers alone. A punishment that keeps on giving as the echoes of you exist in his life in patterns he was starting to fucking loath.

The scent in the bath- the echo of the warmth of someone having used it recently, someone who wasn't his wife, in the pillows of his living room, the barest smudge of makeup as if your face had been pushed against them. In the snacks and drinks that he, nor his wife, nor their children, particularly like, fill up the corners of his kitchen. The lipstick stains on his wife, the running mill in the bank statements (the new necklaces, new dresses, new fucking lingerie he hasn't seen), and when he had finally had enough, shoving through his own house to talk to his wife that the least she could do while she was fucking you was be allowed to be there, he hears it then—

Your shouts of pleasure falling into sighs into giggles, and when he slows to his marital bedroom, you are there— breathing heavily, alive, real— naked and slicked, a goddess divine, with Rhaenyra inside you in more ways than one, baring her teeth in a victorious grin before falling into a laugh at his face.

"Am I allowed to have him now, is that it?" you ask, seemingly innocent. One of the new necklaces in his statements on your neck and nothing else. Chest moving in shuddering breath having just orgasmed and yelling it.

"Your choice, sweet girl," Rhae purrs, leaning back over your form to run a finger from the valley of your breasts to your stomach to your clit that turns your shudders to an outright jolt, then a sigh, when she starts fingering you in front of him. The squelch is obscene, and Daemon is hard, and he is not a fucking boy but he is starting to hate you as much as he wants to fuck the lazy smirk on your face, pleasure so obviously building once again. Soft sighs, mewls, escaping full, raw lips.

"I kind of... want him to watch a little. Just- ah! Nyra there, please - sit still and pretty." You smirk, giving him a pouty air kiss. The urge to strangle you sings in his blood. Hold you down and fuck you until you're better pliant, sweeter, fucking cooing for him. Fuck the spoil Rhaenyra has ingrained in you away.

You turn to the silver-haired woman on top of you, now on her haunches, pressing a gentle kiss to your clit. She held his gaze as she pressed her tongue flat against before taking a glorious, heavy-gazed lick.

Daemon swallows.

"Is that- ahhh, okay? Nyra, hmm? Please?" You sigh ever so sweetly, kindly. Though you're ridiculously spoiled, you were a good girl, following so obediently. If his cock didn't feel like it was burning to be inside your mouth, he would have revelled in it.

You squirm, turning back to him to hold his gaze while his wife started to fuck you through her tongue and fingers.

Someone up there was taking a piss on him. He pulls out his cock, a grunt and a curse, because fuck it, fuck you in particular— as the two of you continued on while keeping eye contact with him.

He took one step closer and Rhaenyra hissed.

"Whatever you want, baby." Nyra smirks against your pussy as he tugged at himself, teeth bared. "You're his punishment after all."

[sinkingnotsoslowly]

Pairing: Bangchan x (f) Reader

Royal au

Warning: angst, forbidden love, reader referred to as princess

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Autumn's sighs- little soft thoughts about our favourite boys

note- inspired by @seo--changbin it is not exactly like the au but i tried

It was wrong. So very wrong. He knew it, the princess knew it, her brother knew it, if he told the street cat even the cat would know it. Love between a royal and a knight was wrong, forbidden. But did the heart ever listen? The heart had its own way of messing with people’s lives. 

Christopher’s first thought when he wakes up is always “I am so glad to be in the same world as the dear princess”. He thought that no other job could be as rewarding as protecting and supporting his princess. Now, no one in the palace was as eager to wake up in the morning and follow a boring schedule as Christopher was and his eagerness (so he likes to call it) had put him on the receiving end of many weirded-out looks. And this “eagerness” of his was what got him to get caught by the prince with whom he had a very extraordinary friendship. 

“Are you in love with my baby sister?” Felix asked incredulously. 

It was almost impossible to catch the top-notch knight off-guard but from the wide eyes of Christopher, it was easy for the prince to decipher the answer.

“Oh my god, you actually are” Felix pretended to be angry at the revelation but his smirk gave it away, “But if you want it to be a secret you better stop looking at her like she hung the stars for you”.

It was easy for the prince to say that but how could Christopher stop? All his thoughts seemed to centre around the princess in question. At this point, he knew the princess’ habits, preferences and unconscious actions better than she did herself and he was proud of it. 

❀ . * . *

“There is no reason for you to be nervous princess. You will do well”

“I am not nervous”, the princess was quick to deny.

“Yes, you are” Christopher retorted. 

The princess was seconds away from stepping into a room full of power-hungry nobles, she had been tasked with the huge responsibility of representing the king, “And how would you know that, Chris?”

Christopher smiled fondly at her; he loved how she always kept their banter going. “Believe me I know”, he lightly patted her head, “No one knows you better than me princess. And so, I also know that you will do perfectly”

He let a smug smile take over his face seeing her looking away to her side, trying to hide her flaming cheeks.

❀ . * . *

But he was very subtly reminded that knowing everything about the princess and loving her with his all did not mean much to the world. Christopher was assigned to a mission to a neighbouring town for a few weeks. When he came back looking for his princess, skipping and giggling like a little girl in love, he found her in the garden having tea with a man he did not know. A royal from the looks of it, and if a royal then it was very much possible that he was a suitor. Christopher’s smile dropped, was he jealous? Maybe not, but upset? Possibly. He stood behind a pillar and took deep breaths so as to not stride up to the man and ruin his pretty face. He let them be, going to his quarters instead.

“Chris”

The sweet, crisp voice called out almost like a melody from the other side of the door of the guard’s quarters. Christopher would never not recognise the voice; the voice that he wished was the last thing he heard before he fell asleep and the first when he woke up. The only person who called him Chris.

He opened the door to his princess fiddling with her fingers and shifting from one foot to the other. Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw him, “Felix told me you’re back. Why didn’t you come to see me?”

Christopher melted a little inside to know that she was waiting for him, “I did but you were meeting with someone so I didn’t want to disturb you”

The princess gave a self-deprecating smile at that, “So you saw that. He is supposedly the man I will have to marry. This is my second time meeting him”

Christopher knew this day would come eventually, but he had ignored it choosing to be happy in the present moment instead. He looked away from her and let out a sigh, “Do you want to marry him, princess?”

“I don’t have a choice”

Christopher could see the dejected look in her eyes. She did not think there was any hope left for them anymore. Although unspoken, both were aware of the other’s feelings for them. Neither of them could remember any particular moment when their feelings were made known, it was as if they always knew, as if they were soulmates.

❀ . * . *

“I see you’ve been the talk of the town lately” the princess coyly said as she walked along the brick path of the garden, “Never took you for a Casanova”

She looked back to see Christopher confused, “All I hear from the maids is talks of you. Apparently, they are so madly in love with you Chris. Are you seducing them?”

She was trying to sound unbothered he knew. And that made him feel a little happy.

“Are you jealous princess?”, he smirked.

Realising that she had been caught, the princess quickly turned around to continue her walk, “I have no reason to be jealous”, she quipped, “But remember that you’re my knight. You are to remain with me always and my safety is your first priority”.

So she was jealous. How adorable!

“I am your knight. You are my only priority unless otherwise inevitable. So rest assured, I will be rejecting any love confessions I receive”, he grinned.

❀ . * . *

Every day Christopher woke up and went through an unbearable pain, watching his princess’ wedding preparations. Everyone in town was rejoicing, the maids were gossiping about it, and the guards took this as a cue to flirt with the maids, everyone seemed happy except for Christopher. He had never looked this dejected before. His world was being snatched away from him, the world that was never his. But he knew one thing for sure, no one in the whole world could love his princess like he did. Even when she would not be with him, he would keep loving her, keep thinking about her till his last breath.

A week before the wedding came the news of some unrest at the borders of the kingdom. Usually, a personal guard would not be assigned to such missions but there was a shortage of manpower at the borders so Christopher was ordered to go to provide support. Partly, he felt relieved that he would not have to see the wedding but then that would also mean that by the time he came back, his princess would not be his anymore. So he visited her quarters on the night before he left for the mission, his heart beating out of his chest.

❀ . * . *

“You won’t be at the wedding”

“No”

The princess did not look at Christopher’s eyes. She could not look, afraid that she would finally break down. She felt so vulnerable that even the smallest thing could trigger her to do something unspeakable, “Is there no happily ever after for us Chris?”

He did not answer.

“How about we run away?” the princess said in one last desperate attempt.

Christopher gave a sorrowful smile, “You can’t do that, my princess, you have too much of a sense of responsibility”

“You know me so well Chris”, She finally turned her head to meet his eyes. He could see the tears brimming in her eyes. If it were up to Christopher, he would have made sure that the only tears his princess shed were of joy.

A moment of silence passed with them savouring the presence of each other until Christopher broke the silence, “I-I should leave, it’s late-” “Kiss me”

Christopher paused, “What?”

“Kiss me Chris, please”, the princess grasped at his arm. She was begging Christopher for something that he always wished he could give her plentiful. With her permission, he did not wait another moment longer and brought his lips to hers. So passionate and yet so loving. He kissed her like he would die the moment he stopped. And she returned the fervour. Seconds? Minutes? Neither knew how long it was. They only stopped when their lungs were burning for air. Christopher rested his forehead on hers and soaked in her presence. His palms were holding her face and he felt the wetness of her tears, “I do not care if you marry someone else. I will always love you. My very last breath will be for you. My very last heartbeat will be for you. Nothing else matters. Even if you forget me, I will still love you. Because you are the meaning of my existence”. He could no longer hold back himself, he was sobbing, all his unexpressed love, heartbreak; he was putting everything out in the open for her.

“Call me yours Chris”

He sucked in a breath, “Mine, you’re mine”

She shook her head in his hold, “N-No, no, call me what you always call me. Call me your princess”

Christopher wrapped his arms around her and brought her close, leaving not even air between, “My princess, my princess always”. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent deeply so that it got engraved in his brain, “You will forever be my princess”.

[bear-remn]

—Deadly eyes concept art v2 ₊ ⊹

hi! here is the concept art for deadly eyes and the opinions of the diaboy´s about my girls! this is the volume two so enjoy!

—MAKO SHIZUKI ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧

—diaboy´s thoughts on mako ୨୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

—shuu:

"to slippery and kinda restless, but a sweet scent i guess.."

"too weak, just a bite and she already faint... boring.."

"doesn´t put on a big figth, but she´s really whiny, ayato likes that.."

—reiji

"she is good enough i suppose, but i can make her better.."

"her blood is quite sweet, hot and thick but there´s something... i cant explain about her that bothers me.."

"mako has everything kirari lacks of, good manners, do as i say and surrenders to my mercy.."

—ayato

"such a stupid human, and so easy to make her do as i please! haha.."

"she is so lucky yours truly put his eye on her, otherwise, she wouldn´t be living her best life.."

"her blood, body and soul are all mine, i wont let my brothers have her, i dont share whats mine.."

—kanato

"at first i thought she would be a pain in the ass but she is very obedient, i like that.."

"she´s pretty, and dresses good, she looks like a doll, her eyes are big and bunny like haha.."

"teddy like´s her too, we want her to ourself´s, but mako-chan is such a traitor, following ayato and letting him mark her, i will never forgive her!.."

—laito

"such a good girl, almost like a puppy! haha... or a bunny?.."

"kanato is so posessive, doesnt like to share, ayato is mean too, i want to have fun with her as well!.."

"oh.. such a helpless girl, its adorable how she doesnt know she was lied about this place.. but she doesnt need to know the truth.. i´ll make her fell like home.. in my arms fufu.."

—subaru

"the triplets make such a fuss over that girl, her scent is not that good anyways.."

"she so annoying! im not gonna be nicer to her just because i dont suck her blood as often as the damn triplets! i dont want her near me.."

"so positive about her situation, such a irritating human, her blood isn´t as disgusthing i suppose.."

.・。.・゜✭ bonus ✭・゜・。.・

—mako

about shu

"he is so lazy, it´s a good thing tho, that way he doesnt suck my blood as often as ayato-kun.."

about reiji

"he´s scary, he has make me move myself with his mind! wtf! how can he do that?!.."

about ayato

"he is so cruel, and so scary, has make a big deal when he see´s fangs bites on my neck or my legs, makes me wonder why.."

about kanato

"he is very pretty, his eyes and hair.. he looks femenine, im into that so.. i get nervous sometimes with him.. but he often reminds me that he can kill me whenever he please.."

about laito

"such a weirdo! and like to touch me improperly! he makes me unconfortable, thanks god ayato always save me from him.."

about subaru

"he´s quiet and distant, doesnt bite too much, actually, he barely does.. better for me i think.."

.・。.・゜✭ ty! ✭・゜・。.・

hope you guys like it! if you have any suggestion tell me! i´d appreciate it!

[38riku]

╭ ❥ sugawara’s bday post + bonuses

ft post-time skip haikyuu men

synopsis — milf!reader, black coded, use of she/her pronouns.

cw — this post contains 18+ content. minors and ageless blogs do not interact or you will blocked. public sex. breeding. praise. bondage. oral (m. & f. receiving) cum eating (?) use of pet names.

includes — sugawara, sawamura, iwaizumi, and hinata

notes — birthday post for sugawara that got out of hand. it’s 11:35 so im still on time! not proofread (again its 11:35 and I want to sleep 🥹)

tags — @gabzlovesu @thathoneybee3 @dazaisfavgf

sugawara k. ♡

— your son’s kindhearted kindergarten teacher who offers you sweet smiles, casual small talk, and lingering stares that make your face heat up. you were content with your relationship with the handsome male.

— but he wasn’t.

— you were just so pretty. wearing those fluttery sundresses that made every movement that more noticeable, or the sophisticated sweater dresses and tights that made your thighs look oh so delectable.

— you had to know what you were doing to him. it was driving him crazy be he is a gentleman first and foremost. however, you continued to stretch his self control thinner and thinner with each encounter.

— and today, during the intermission of kindergarten graduation – it snapped.

“shh, sweetheart, you gotta keep quiet or everyone will hear how much of a slut you are for me.”

you couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this. the very-high chance of being caught, pressed against the tiled wall of the hallway where anyone could walk out and see your sons kindergarten teacher balls deep in you.

your legs felt like jelly and if it wasn’t for his hold on you, keeping you upright and legs locked around his waist, you’re sure you would’ve collapsed.

“you feel so good,” he praised, trailing kisses from the side of your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin at your nape. “if you keep squeezing me like that I’ll make you a mommy again.”

“p-please —” you breathed out, your words soft and airy as you whined. “wanna feel it, koushi~”

sugawara chuckled, his hips stuttering for a moment as he rested his forehead on yours. “anything for you beautiful, now go on, I know you’re close.”

your lips sought out his to stifle the symphony of moans that fell from your lips. he indulged in you, of course, he couldn’t say no if he tried.

pulling away, he gauged your blissed expression as you came — brows knitted, eyes glassy, and lips glossy from his own. the straps of your pretty dress hung off your shoulder as your neck began to bruise a purplish red from his earlier assault.

it was beautiful enough to make him cum on the spot, groaning as he held you in place with the strength from his athletic years.

sugawara placed you on your feet, snapping your panties in place with his usual charming smile it made you wonder how the same man had you whimpering like a teenage girl a minute ago.

“I’ll see you after the ceremony sweetheart.”

sawamura d. ♡

— you and daichi were acquainted for lack of a better word. your son has a habit to be reckless and is dumb enough to get caught. this tends to happen when you’re out of town, leaving him with his father who can’t set him straight like you do.

— daichi is usually the officer on duty. these incidents happen in the early hours of the morning, on weekends – precisely his work hours.

— he knows your kid isn’t a bad kid, in fact, he reminds him of him when he was around that age.

— you sped over from the airport, picked him up and took him home and returned to fill out the paperwork.

— daichi could tell you were tired, frustrated, and overall stressed to the brim, but damn were you the finest woman he has ever laid eyes on.

— your hair was clipped back loosely, straightened strands framing your face as your eyes skimmed the familiar document. his gaze, as inappropriate as it may be, fell to the white button up shirt that did nothing but accentuate your cleavage, teasing the red bra you had underneath.

— one wrongfully right move and he’ll throw caution to the wind without a second thought.

“f-fuck just like that-” he rasped, staring down at where you were between his legs in the faculty break room. never has he been so thankful for his go-for-nothing coworkers that don’t bother showing up.

all he did was offer to release some stress with a massage. calloused hands working firmly to get rid of the knots in your back but you were moaning about how good it felt.

he couldn’t help the tent in his uniform but you offered to. ‘returning the favor’ you insisted, guiding him to the chair and shamelessly fell to your knees.

neatly manicured nails were wrapped around the base as the other popping the buttons of your blouse tantalizing slow. you put on the real show with your mouth: lips wrapping around his cock, your tongue dragging against the underside, hell even the hollowing of your cheeks made him weak.

“you’re a little vixen you know that?” he seethed, thighs flexing as you hummed against his length. his gaze dropped to your fully exposed chest still decorated with the lacy fabric. you looked like a dream but he prayed that this is his reality.

you removed your lips with an audible pop, pumping him vigorously and staring up at him with an innocence that’s mocking.

“want you to cum right here, okay?” you mused, dragging your finger across the valley of your breast. “i promise I’ll clean it up, won’t have to worry about a thing handsome.”

seriously, how was he supposed to hold out when you say things like that?

he came, hard, painting your chest right where you told him too in sticky ropes of white. his head was leaned back in ecstasy, dark strands sticking to the sweat slicked skin of his forehead.

semi-embarrassed, he covered his reddened face with his arm, catching his breath and refusing to look at you to prevent another erection.

against his better judgement he took a peek, and regretted it immediately as blood began rushing back to his cock.

there you were, gathering his cum with your fingers and sucking it off as if this was some shitty porno.

“keep it up and you’ll be going dumb on my cock by sunrise.”

iwaizumi h. ♡

— it’s been three years since you had your daughter and the baby weight is just as stubborn as the little girl!

— you had no idea where the start with a meal plan, gym equipment, it was a bit overwhelming and you decided to hire someone to help ease the stress even by a little.

— unfortunately in iwaizumi’s case, all you did was cause stress.

— not in a proper sense. you were nice, adored your kid, worked hard, and not that much older than him.

— that is the issue.

— you were perfect in every sense of the word. a little too perfect. he couldn’t help but think about putting you in more compromising positions and getting comfy when showing you the ropes to certain equipment.

— the last thing he would want to do is make you uncomfortable but if the situation calls for it maybe he can put it all on the line.

“you’re so fucking pretty I swear.” he grunts, his blunt honesty making your body heat up. you wanted so badly to cover your face, instinctively hide your body, but the elastic ropes around your wrist made that impossible.

his kisses were chaste, sweet, but made you shiver each time they came in contact with your soft skin.

“you’re t-teasing me,” he only chuckled at that, teasing your folds with his fingers before he slipped one in, making you jolt from the intrusion.

“trust me on this baby, I’m not teasing you. i mean it when I say you’re sexy as hell.” his gaze was fixated on you as he added a second finger, watching as your lips parted to allow a wanton moan to reach his ears.

he was taking the time to learn you body, what made your face twist and pleasure or caused you to be the most vocal, adjusting it to his leisure until his hand shined from your pools of arousal.

“gonna taste ya, and you’re going to keep these legs nice and spread for me alright? don’t make me tie ‘em down too.”

iwaizumi almost felt bad when he saw the tears leak from your eyes but, as he flattened his tongue against your clit, your eyes rolling back in the purest form of ecstasy, any and all second thoughts flew out the window as he began to devour you.

it was a struggle. resisting the urge to squeeze your thighs shut became your main focus. not the volume of your moans that passerby’s are sure to hear from the outside or the sheer desperation in your voice as you begged him to keep going.

your orgasm came in a flash, your legs convulsing as they closed around his head but he didn’t mind — not when you did so well for him.

when you body calmed down he untied your hands, sitting you up and pulling you flush against him on the bench.

“is it really a workout if only one of us is sweating?”

hinata s. ♡

— brazil has a lot to offer hinata. endless summer, an attractive tan, a reconciliation with an old rival turned friend, and you : a pretty exchange student studying abroad.

— he truly thinks the two of you are meant to be. what are the chances are being here, at the same time, in the same hotel, and crossing paths?

— hinata is absolutely smitten by you three months in of your friendship. you’re fun to be around, trying new things left and right, and when you speak portuguese?

— top him and top him now.

— the day he found out you had a daughter no older than four, showing him the various pictures of the two of you (and begrudgingly the details of her father when asked) he is seeing you in an entirely new light.

— you were stunning when you were pregnant, and your daughter is splitting image of you, but he can’t help but imagine you swollen with his kid.

— he wants it, he wants it bad.

“fucking hell princess, I can barely move.” he grunted, keeping his unruly pace as he bullied your cervix over and over again without trying.

hinata was delighted. you were taking him, stretching to accommodate his girth. if it wasn’t for your nails digging into the skin of his back he would think he was dreaming.

“‘s too much, g-gonna break me!” tears streamed down your cheeks as you hiccuped, moans sounding more and more like whimpers as he continued to fuck you stupid.

he only scoffed, gripping your wrist with one hand without messing up his rhythm. “can’t break the pussy that was made for me, can I?”

hinata was hyper aware to ever sound that accumulated between the two of you. the hotel bed creaking underneath you, every whine, whimper, hiccup, and moan that left your lips, the sound of his balls slapping your ass witch each thirst; he was hypnotized by sex with you.

the words you tried to say were jumbled, incoherent, and he cooed at the sight. “gonna cum baby? go on, say what I wanna hear and I’ll let you.”

you felt like you were sinking, deeper and deeper until the pleasure you felt felt became too much. the pressure in your abdomen felt odd, yet, you couldn’t release it. not when he was staring you down like that, daring you to cum without permission.

“p-please let me cum shoyo, I-I can’t hold it,” the desperation in your voice made him twitch inside you, the untamed lust and want causing his release to creep up on him quicker than usual.

“you better make a mess on it princess.”

i can explain … 🧍🏽‍♀️but I will not

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[lexa-griffins]

"Don't Hold Back" for the fic title

I feel like this is definitely nudging me towards a certain place so I'll comply... under the cut! 😝

But first the non smut one:

Canon world, maybe. A Lexa doesn't die, the end of the world doesn't happen (again) story.

Clarke has taken up training with Anya. She is not training to be a warrior by any means, but to survive on the ground in the high position Clarke as proven herself worthy off she needs to be able to defend herself properly, not just with a gun and pure brute force.

Per Lexa's request Anya goes easy on Clarke, who ends most training sessions on her back, breathless, listening to a list of everything she did wrong given to her by a disappointment Anya.

All it takes is for Anya to question if something was to happen to Lexa with Clarke around, the commander would be sure to die thanks to Clarke's inability to fight.

That sets Clarke off immediately. She is throwing herself at Anya who dodges her and pocks her again, reminding her how she would be unable to even catch whoever hurt Lexa. And Clarke launches at her again, this time landing a punch. Anya is quick to rise and throw one back, but Clarke is quicker and moves, avoiding the hit. The pride in Anya’s face shines for barely a second.

Lexa watches from the sidelines, hidden by the shadows of the trees. Anya is correct that Clarke would probably not be capable of helping Lexa if something was to go wrong. Lexa thinks she would very much prefer the sky girl leave her to die if they ever find themselves in such a situation but knowing Clarke, she would not back down so it is best she knows how to fight.

A loud thud reaches her as she watches as Anya falls on the dirt, Clarke's knee holding her down, a dagger on Anya’s neck.

The older woman chuckles darkly, looking at the wild beast in Clarke's eyes, "She finally got me Heda."

At Lexa's title, Clarke turns her head abruptly, sheepishly dropping the dagger as Lexa comes forward and towards them.

Lexa simsply nods, a proud smile on her face. Staring at her, Clarke's eyes feel tamed once more and she feels the adrenaline leave her and a smile blossom. She helps Anya off the floor.

"It seems she is ready for the next step." Its the first thing Lexa says. Clarke stares at her slightly confused, "and Anya this time, no need to hold back."

Clarke barely has the time to open her mouth before she is being thrown on the ground.

(Also g!p clarke. Duh.). Smutty but with quite a soft undertone to it, building trust and confidence in bed between them.

They've been managing to take things as slow as they can. With the desperation burned out during their first time, they get to slowly learn about each other's bodies and likes.

Lexa has never explicitly told Clarke she likes it soft and gentle, but perhaps it was her tears or the lovestruck look she gives Clarke that gave her that impression and so, with out ever truly confirming it, Clarke goes slow with Lexa, lovingly. Oh so sweet.

Lexa loves it. But she knows Clarke is holding back. And Lexa... Lexa is quite tired of being treated like she might break during sex.

Slowly Lexa would encourage Clarke to let go fully in bed. Urge her on. Ask her to go harder and faster. Nudging Clarke to place them in positions easier to allow her to go harder.

Until the one night when Lexa demands it of her. "Don't hold back, niron. Give me all."

And so Clarke kisses her, the last piece of softness for the next while.

And Lexa loves her soft niron. Loves the care Clarke takes with her, always entering her slowly, allowing Lexa the time to adjust. Never rushing, always assuring, always asking. But this Clarke? This is the woman of passion and fervor she fell in love with. Desperate and rough and so full of passion as she fucks Lexa onto the mattress.

The first of many, I'm sure.

[zvdvdlvr]

fluff alphabet

( dallas winston )

-> navi. | -> outsiders masterlist

-warnings: sexual references, (mention of) smoking/getting high

-pairing: dallas winston x gn!reader

-reading time: 8-10 minutes ish

-reader's pronouns: unmentioned (lmk if i need to edit)

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

honestly he loves your temper. he loves your possessiveness. dallas loves your fighting spirit. dallas fucking winston admires your anger

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

he loves your pretty lips. he loves to watch them wrap around a cigarette, blunt, and maybe something else...

dallas is a sucker for watching you argue with someone. he loves that you'll argue for him when he's not there, how you'll defend him even when he has all of his morals fucked up, and he especially likes it when you argue with him

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

damn ok so i love the idea that dally always lets you snuggle into his arm while he does whatever. if its smoking, drinking, laughing, talking

either way, dally loves when you're asleep and you're both on someone's couch or whatever and you have your arm draped over him and your leg is thrown over his idfk. dallas just loves you & him

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

him + you + cruising on some back road + getting high

dally has a thing for falling asleep with you while looking at the stars in his car

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

by looking at you and hoping you know whatever the fuck is going on by his facial expression

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

no. i really dont think our very own dallas winston has it in him to sit still for very long. that and dally isn't really a fan of kids

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

dallas showers you in cigarettes, joints, and car rides. dally doesn't have much money, and when he does, he spends that on buying gas for his car, but he saves up for your birthday

for the record, you're the only one allowed to drive his car

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

anytime you're together. dally isnt afraid to show you off if thats a worry of yours, and the gang finds it digestingly cute

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

absolutely pissed. he would go bat shit crazy on the person that hurt you (if someone hurt you) and would be listening to your every beck and call

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

dally isn't much of a prankster, but he jokes a lot. if he can't get a laugh out of you, he'll make daces at you to get you to smile (its so sweet thinking about it)

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

passionately, roughly, and full of emotion. theres so much that you've gone through with dally that he cant and wont fully express what that means ro him, so he makes his kisses meaningful

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

by looking out for you when possible. dally isnt as affectionate as he wished he could be, but will always try to be there for you, whether hes good at comforting you or cheering you on or not

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

either when you made out the first time or the first time he fell asleep

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

regarding you: turning your back on him

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

dallas plays with your fingers when hes nervous. only you know because you can feel how clammy his hands are and who would ever question if dallas winston ever got got nervous?

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

doll, baby, my girl, my boy

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

cruising while smoking with you

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

-young by vacations

-tonight you belong to me by patience & prudence

-garden by pearl jam

-santa monica by THEORY

(idk abt this but whatever)

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

honestly depends on the situmatation

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

it took dally two years to convince you his flirtations and advances weren't bogus

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Dallas himself has Red Rage. dallas gets defiant and sometimes loud and 18392829 times more reckless, and it takes you a while to get through to him

when you're upset (crying), he will be there to comfort you the best he can. if you're upset (fury), then darry will try to keep you from doing something illegal and will keep you from getting hurt, but will let you do something impulsive if you're absolutely sure thats what you wanna do

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

he's proud that he finally 'caught a good one' in johnny's words. he'll take you everywhere and anywhere you wanna go, especially if its with him. if it's a fight, dally will make sure you're safe and if the fuzz pull up, he'll make sure you escape before people get thrown into cars and into the cooler

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

the thought of you fighting is hot as hell to dally. he'll 100% fight with/for you if you just said the word. fighting with dally would definitely taking a few hits for him and keeping him on his feet

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

depends on how far into the relationship you are. dally's pretty clueless for a while, but will easily pick up on what makes you tick and how to comfort you

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

by asking you when high or half asleep or both. it'd be asked as an idea, with or without your parents permission

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

smoking, driving, you, and johnny.

[izvmimi]

cw: selfship-coded. i probably need a name for this au. isekai elements (time period, location). fluff. disney mention.

It’s been just a couple of days since you went on your first mission with Kyojuro and Tanjiro to both clear demons and test out the weapon you were afforded upon your entry to this realm, and it's clear that your staff has some enchanted (or cursed) property to it but regardless of its power, you’ll still need to perfect a Breathing style in order to make use of it. You’ve considered for a moment that perhaps, like Aoi, you may concern yourself only with food preparation and medicine, at least for the time being, while your friends take charge in finding a way to get the three of you back home, but the guilt associated with leaving your friends to fight demons while you make sakura cakes proves too much for you to handle. 

Your friend, newly born archer, now takes a break to sit beside you, and without saying a word, you push a piece of cut pear into her mouth the moment she sits down which she chews graciously, sweet liquid dribbling at the corner of her mouth. You’ve been sitting in the garden doing absolutely nothing, just in view of the training court, and have seen every one of her arrows practically hit the mark. 

She was a novice archer in the real world, so it’s not surprising that her soul manifested this weapon for her, but at the current rate of success she has now, you can imagine in just a few months she’d outpace Olympic athletes. The word ‘Mary Sue’ comes to mind and you laugh to yourself. Of course a curse like this would make her a superheroine.

“You know if you do that well up-front, there will be nothing to teach in a couple months and you’ll have to sit here with me all day,” you tease.

She laughs and rests her head on your shoulder. “You act like that’s such an awful life.” You blush, and then are immediately sandwiched by your other friend, the bat she wields in her left hand set down beside her as she takes your other shoulder.

“Are you leaving me out?” she asks, grinning. You shove another piece of pear into her mouth too, and her grin is even wider as she chews.

“You should be training, too,” she says, as though it’s as easy for you as swinging a bat that can fell a tree effortlessly. You think about your staff and wonder why you haven’t gotten the hang of it. While the other two had been of use on their respective missions and impressed their Hashira, you had only managed to get yourself in trouble enough times that you’re certain you saw a flicker of concern on the normally jovial Flame Hashira’s face. Tanjiro spent enough time on the way back trying to convince you that the expectations for you were low anyway, but it didn’t help to find out that whatever inner power had been awakened in your friends did not seem to have awakened in you. 

“Can’t use the staff,” you remind them. 

“I mean of course not, if you’re sitting here having a sad girl picnic,” the archer replies. You narrow your eyes at her, and she smiles slyly.

“I’m sure someone can help you,” your other friend offers, picking another piece of fruit from your plate. “Tanjiro seems particularly interested,” she adds, and you shoot her a look. Her matchmaker (read: instigator) tendencies existed probably since the very moment you met her, but ever since you returned to the manor trailing closely behind Tanjiro with Rengoku having marched forward enough to practically leave the two of you behind, she’s been envisioning something that’s likely not there.

“Yeah, exactly.”

They both shift closer to you, devious-eyed and you feel as if you’ve just been shoved in a preheating oven.;

“Can I help you both?” you insist.

“I just think you should consider-”

“No.”

They laugh in unison, but you insist.

“You know very well that by nature I’m an ogre and this is the nicest man on Earth. Like, I saw him talk to birds like Cinderella levels nice.”

Your archer friend tilts her head in confusion. “Babe, the birds speak human language.”

“Not the crows! Regular ass birds! Like a Disney princess!!!”

“Washboard abs Cinderella,” your friend adds, knowing exactly what image gets conjured to your mind, and flustered, you scramble to your feet.

“I’m going to take a nap,” you announce. “Enjoy your training.” The two look at each other and giggle. 

“What year did Disney even start being a company?” one asks, changing the subject. 

“Steamboat Willie came out in 1928, I think,” she murmurs, and there’s a pause.

“... why the hell do you just know that?”

“... Wikipedia rabbit hole.”

The three of you consider for a moment that if any of the corps members heard you, they’d probably have a stroke, then laugh. The tension dispels and you stuff away to the back of your mind the silly idea of letting affection grow for the sweetest man you’ve ever met.

There’s a reason why he doesn’t belong in the world you know.

[ha1taniwh0re]

Hey, I love your fics and I really do love your writing. Is really amazing and puts a smile on my face 💕💕💕

Anyway, I have an idea for you. You don’t have to write it if you don’t want to though.

What about some Moriarty Brothers headcanons when someone hurts the reader to a point they break down and starts crying and they go after them to comfort them?

The relationship can be platonic or romantic, is up to you to choose. But is okay if you don’t want to do it. Really, don’t force yourself.

Love you and be safe. Good morning/night 💕

Omggg im really happy that my fics put smile on your faceee😭😭😭. Thank you very much for your compliments💕💕

Ofc i will write your idea i hope you will like it💕

Im so sorry that this took so long💕 and reader is really emotional here.

Moriarty brothers when someone made there lady cry

Albert James Moriarty

As Albert and I were chatting and drinking wine Lady Anabella came to us.

“Oh what surprise to see you here Lord Albert”, she said.

“Good evening my lady”, he said.

“Good evening Lady Anabella”, I said.

“Oh Lady (name)… pleasure to see you tonight”, she said whit unhappy tone.

“I thought that you will be at home cleaning or something like that, as i know you were maid somewhere. This events are not for non noble people. You are just a dirty girl who likes money and nothing about this handsome man in-front of me”, she said.

I felt pain in my chest. Why would she say that? I didn’t release that tears started coming down my face.

“Lady Anabella i will not tolerate your behavior. I will tell this to your father!!! You should be ashamed of yourself!!!”,Albert said and took my hand.

We went home and as i was changing into my nightclothes Albert came to room.

“Babyy are you okey?”

“Yeah.. Im Im fine”. I said

He came to me and kissed me.

“My sweet baby. Don’t listen to her, she is just a brat who lives because of her daddy’s money.”

“Yeah but what if she is right? Im not good enough for you. You need someone who is like you.”

“But i have someone like me. Its you baby. Money are not something that you need when you have love.”

He said and hugged me.

“How about we go down and have a chat with others with some wine and cuddles?”

I smiled and agreed. Albert is the sweetest man i know. He always reminds me that he doesn’t care that i was a maid and he still loves me.

We went into living room where were others and had some fun with them.

William James Moriarty

As I was looking for William’s office in university I bumped into someone.

“Oh Im so sorry”. I said and looked at the person.

“YOU DAUGHTER OF THE BITCH LOOK WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!”

“Im sorry sir but-“

I felt wet tears falling down my face.

“NO BUTT JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU USELESS BITCH!!!”

As he wanted to hit me something or someone stopped him.

“First of all no one will yell or hit my wife. Second of all this is university and it’s study time. Kids are trying to study sir”.

I saw my husband William took hand of the Mr. who wanted to hit me.

He was really angry.

“Lord William.. I… this is your wife? Im so sorry miss Moriarty”.

“Leave this university Sir”.

William said and came to me. He got me back to my feets.

“My beautiful lady, don’t cry”, he said and put his hand on my cheek.

He took my hand and we went to his classroom.

“Students please be quiet and try to solve this problems, while I help my beautiful wife”.

He said and put me in his lap.

“Liam it’s okey i will be okey”, i said as i was wiping my tears.

He just lay me on his chest and he was playing with my hair. As he was doing that i fell asleep but before i fell asleep i heard one of this students.

“Professor Moriarty you are such a good husband”.

“Thank you very much”, Liam said and i fall asleep.

Louis James Moriarty

While my brothers and I were driving in carriage I saw one girl dancing and some guys making fun of her.

“Moran-san please stop!!”,i said.

Moran stopped and everyone were looking at me questionable. I got out and got straight to them.

“Stop doing this!! You made her cry!!” As they saw me coming boys run away.

The girl stopped dancing and looked at me.

“T-t-thank you sir”, she said.

“No problem. My name is Louis James Moriarty and you?”

She looked shocked and bowed to me.

“IM SO SORRY LORD MORIARTY!!” She said.

And others came to us as they heard this.

“Is everything alright here??” Albert asked.

“Yes everything is fine ni-san. I saw some boys made fun of this beautiful lady”.

As I finished my sentence I figured that i called her beautiful.

“Oh t-t-thank you for compliment s-s-sir Moriarty”, she said and looked at me.

I saw my brothers smirking, of course Moran was smirking too.

“Why don’t you go home with us Miss??”, William said.

“Miss (name)”, she said

“Such a beautiful name”, I said.

“Thank you sir”, she smiled.

We went back to carriage and went home.

[a-gal-with-taste]

High-Noon Heat (Oneshot)

Warnings: SFW. Chapter 2, pre-relationship, flirting, fluff, humor, romance, domestic-fluff, camp-interactions, mild AU (Micah's dead, because I say so), cook!Reader, John being an annoying little brother

Gift for @sweatandwoe ♡

It was high-noon, and even with the breeze, you could swear Arthur already looked more heated than Hell, with cheeks already reddening as he approached the stewpot you were bent over, fresh from another several-day excursion around the country. 

"Arthur."

"... Miss." 

There it was again - the start of your first name, before habit, courtesy, and just the barest hint of flusteredness entered his gruff tone, and he fell back onto a far-more respectful greeting than just your first name. 

"Been back for a hot minute, I'm sure you're famished," You say, smiling up as you glanced towards him. Noon-high caught the gold in his hair, bright enough that you had to resist the urge to squint. "Hope you've had smooth traveling, sure been gone awhile..." 

"Well, someone's gotta, ever since Micah..." One burly shoulder shrugged, half in nonchalance, and half in the direction of the cliff giving the Outlook its name. "I'd take Lenny, but kid's still shook-up, 'bout losing so many the last few months..." 

"I'm sorry," You say, softly. You didn't know those who came before.

The Callander boys were men of legends, apparently, and Jenny sounded like such a sweet girl - all gone long before you arrived. Perhaps it was the nature of things, but the first death you'd encountered among the camps-ranks was hardly even met with a subdued reaction. Some drank a bit more excessively, but there were a couple more jokes than mournful jeers... Mr. Van der Linde, however, had shut himself in his tent for the night after. 

You didn't quite know why, Mr Bell hadn't exactly been charming - in fact, your skin crawled at the memory of him - but you still kept your tone cautiously respectful, "I don't... I hope it's not a loss that's leaving you to suffer, since you take his job as well as your own?" 

"Suffer? Nah... tempted to thank God, if I'm honest. For ending his suffering, and ours." 

Pearson glanced up from the rabbit as your sudden, inappropriately-timed snort, unable to hold back the stern note in his reminder, "Not in the stew, Miss! Got enough seasoning in there already, don't need snot to go along with it!" 

"I know, Simon, I know!" The friendly-eye roll you gave was met with a scoff, but when you turn back to the main-muscle of the Van der Linde Gang, your cheeks heated under much more than the sun when you caught Arthur staring, watching you smile playfully with a peek of his own grin beneath the rim of his hat. 

A hat that lowered sharply as he ducked his head, suddenly finding the Overlook grass very fascinating, particularly as he scuffed it with his boots. 

"Well... I'm glad you seem to be enjoying the roads, Arthur. Seems like you're gone most the time..." 

"Not by choice, but we all gotta eat, gotta work... speaking of," He glanced back at you, cornflower-blue eyes meeting yours, before he again glanced away, fingers tapping a beat on his belt. "You uh, got any special requests for when I'm out on the trail?" 

You blinked, "Oh, I wouldn't want to take you from your work, Arthur-" 

"Top three-choices, Miss. Sound 'em off, I'll get 'em for you." A pause, before he added, a bit hastily. "Ain't no trouble... never is." 

Tongue prods the inside of your cheek for a moment, as you studied him, while he made his own studies with the outlining shrubbery of the camp. "... Turkey would be nice, good for hearts. If you come across rosemary, Hosea could also use some for his breathing," The old fool was sharp, and smarter than anyone else in the gang, but a fool nonetheless, acting like you couldn't hear him wheezing half-a-tent away... "Oh! Wild carrot too, it's good for the stew... plus Jackie could use the veggies." 

"And the kid was 'bout just begging me for a cocoa-bar... gonna feel lilttle betrayed about this one," Another small grin crossed his features, one you couldn't help but share as, stirring done with all the chopped herbs freshly-submerged, you reached for a tin-bowl. 

"Partners in crime, you and I are, Mister Morgan," You teased, filling up the bowl with a generous, hearty helping before passing it into his hand. The calloused he brushed against your fingers left tingles, but you managed to keep your voice light. "I won't tattle if you won't." 

"I'll be going to my grave in silence, Miss," He vowed, shoveling a dented spoon in to take a large chunk from the bowl - already half-empty by the time he takes his sentence, and you wonder if Arthur even swallows by the time he chugs the final portion of his bowl. 

"... 'M sorry," He said, sheepish under your wide-eye glare at his ravenous appetite, even though you're far from displeased. "Long ride and... good food. Gotta get it when you can." 

"Right... well, I'll be sure to have plenty for you when you get back," You promised him standing up while brushing off your hands on your apron, before holding one out to him with a smile, warm as the noon-high sun above. "Well, happy travels, Arthur. Be safe." 

A beat passes, before, once more, your skin tingles pleasantly with the feel of warm callouses brushing along your skin. The handshake Arthur gives is only one good, hearty pump between you - but while the man had muscles that could no-doubt crush you in an instant, the grip around your hand was so tenderly gentle, that it almost made you melt... 

And then he had to speak - low, and voice husked enough that you very-nearly turned into a puddle, "'course I will, Miss. You keep safe, too... be looking forward to that meal when I get back."

"Hope so. I'll have it hot and ready for you." 

Arthur's hand stilled so much in yours, you feared he became a statue. 

And then he was moving fast, hand pulling away, chin ducking as he turned on a heel to walk away, burly shoulders up high enough to red-tipped ears.

Your own ears were burning as you watched him walk, and you-yourself quickly tried to reverse the blush on your own face by returning to the game table, joining a carefully-oblivious Pearson in preparing the new additions to the stewpot... 

It would've worked, the new distraction to try and push aside the fluttering in your chest, and the warmth on your cheeks. But, as if it was a temptation too sweet to even try to ignore, John succeeded in making your face burn an even hotter-temperature with a mocking-drawl of your words after his fellow retreating gunslinger. 

"Yeah, Arthur, be safe..." 

"You be safe too, John. Don't let the mosquitoes eat ya while you're lounging 'round. Wolves already had their bite, ain't gonna be much left..." 

Hosea, ever the calm mediator from halfway across the camp, "Delinquency should be well behind you both, gentlemen! You're making Sean look more grown...!" 

It was high-noon, and you swore your face was hotter than the sun.

Maybe even hotter than Hell-itself.

[layingeggs]

Lost Kingdoms monsters that I like

Lately I've been playing a gamecube gem called Lost Kingdoms. It's kind of like if the Dark Souls crew got drunk and marathoned Cardcaptor Sakura and made a game about it.

Hang on, I can talk about this without mentioning Dark Souls.

It's kind of like if a bunch of Japanese young men obsessed with JR Tolkien growing up got drunk and marathoned Cardcaptor Sakura and made a game about it.

I want to talk about the monsters. Not necessarily the 'best' ones or even my personal favourite ones. Specifically the ones that made me unconsciously do my babytalk voice every time they appeared onscreen. Same as when you're out and about and see a cat you recognise.

This is banshee. Her card art shows her looking kind of like a nun in bondage? That's already very cool imagery, sex appeal aside. Sex appeal included just makes her better.

Look closely at her in game model, you can see she has a wispy tail like a ghost. But the affect of the tail becoming slightly transparent towards the end is not very visible.

When I tried showing my wife another of my favourite cards, a worm, she thought that that was this one. Without visible transparency, banshee does kind of look like a worm. Maybe she would have been a better monster as a worm! But ghost girl is good too.

And yeh, I took these pictures myself. There's probly better ones out there online, but I wanted to get the pictures of the actual cards I had collected, the friends I made on my journey with this game. They are my babies. They are my girls.

This is carbuncle. Maybe the first monster in this game who I really fell in love with. We're already off to a great start. Some kind of armadillo or pangolin with long floppy ears and forehead gemstone.

What you're not getting in pictures though is the noise. This creature makes a kind of sea animal singing noise? Like a gentle playful seagull. Very sweet.

I filled my deck with as many carbuncle as I could in the early game. Was useful back then. Sadly doesn't keep pace with the difficulty of later game levels, so I don't have as many decks with baby carbuncle in.

This is cockatrice. She's kind of, the first secret boss you can find in the game? Sort of? To me, I think she was the first notable challenge I really overcame. Also, some of the starting game monsters can be leveled up to evolve into her. So I feel like she's almost my starter monster if that makes sense?

Very cute. Very sweet. Though of course a pretty standard cockatrice. Turns you to stone. Very useful in early levels. Still useful in later levels.

Crystal rose. Pretty lady. Boobies.

She reminds me of the flower girl in Castlevania Symphony of the Night. One of the few characters in media to give me distant aching girl feelings from childhood all through to adulthood. I wish I was her.

Sweet baby rheebus. Kind of a useless card? My introduction to this card is that sea monk can be leveled up and evolve into rheebus. Lost Kingdoms plays some nasty tricks on you like this. Rheebus is very good, but also a weaker version of sea monk. Allowing sea monk to evolve into rheebus makes your deck worse.

A lot of evolutions are like this. Monsters can evolve into weaker monsters and totally waste all of the experience points you painfully collected. Honestly, I hate games that do this. But I choose to enjoy Lost Kingdoms for its other better qualities.

I've never ran rheebus in my deck. Weak and not very useful card. But I do love her all the same.

Any time I find a rheebus lying on the ground in levels, I pick her up and play her. I know she's weak, but it's a free rheebus. I want to give her the chance to come out and play outside.

She's like, what? A kitty cat with goat horns and covered in rich foilage? And she has a cyclops eye that looks very dorky in the ingame graphics.

I'm not sure how much of that is part of her body. Or if it's maybe obscuring her true body. Is that eyeball even hers, or is it the plant's eyeball?

Cute girl. Pretty girl. Beautiful lady. She's a bird. Birdy bird. Birdy girl lady.

Siren. I love her. She's great.

In the game, she stands perfectly still and damages anything that gets close to. No luring in and enchanting and eating alive like you'd expect from the namesake. She's more of an attack musician than a hungry hypnotic predator.

Maybe they could have played into that angle more. But I just enjoy that the artists created a cute or horny character design where the only human element is the head. Makes me feel like fromsoft and myself perhaps share some similar tastes.

This monster used to be my favourite until just last night. It's whip worm. The best monster in the game, bar none.

Lost Kingdoms is set up in such a way, that you have to be aware of a number of factors when building your deck and playing your cards.

-One issue is that each card has a limited number of attacks and missing even one attack is very costful for you.

-A second is that each card costs a resource called magic stones and starts eating your health if you run out of stones.

-A third is that you always have two objectives. Defeat the enemies, and explore the level to find more cards, which requires using up your precious attacks on destructible terrain.

Whip worm is the complete package. She melts enemy health even when she's fighting against type advantage. She costs so few stones you won't notice spending them. And, her attack involves her spinning around you and damaging everything that comes near. So you're not limited to just a few attacks, she just pours out constant damage everywhere you walk, destroying destructible terrain with little cost and meeting both main objectives at the same time.

The creature herself is a funny one. I'm not entirely sure what I'm looking at? She never comes out of that shell thingy so no idea if it's her body or a thing she found on the ground somewhere and made her house.

You can see in the card art she's got those big beefy arm muscles, but she doesn't punch or scratch or anything. In game, you can see she tucks herself in to that shell thingy. The only part that comes out is the tail.

Is she actually a worm? Who knows. I love her.

Oh, another little detail. Carbuncle is also a monster who spins around you and attacks everything close, and she can level up and evolve into whip worm! Since carbuncle is an early game monster, and she was my first favourite, I got this nightmarish game breaking brute quite early on!

This is tiger mage. And last night I learned something about her that shocked me utterly. I sincerely believe that this is the greatest monster I've ever seen in my life.

In the game, she's also another game breaker. You summon her, she waits to pounce enemies with somewhat decent damage, and she halves the stone cost of all cards.

As soon as she becomes available, you've gotta run tiger mage in your deck, surely? Some tough late game enemies will kill her easily but most enemies actually struggle with her, and she's amazing support for all other cards.

And the monster is cute, right? A little kitty cat tiger wearing a mage robe. That's so cute!

That's wrong. Look closer.

I somehow never noticed until playing the game last night when I happened to stand next to my kitty tiger mage and zoom the camera in while waiting for her to murder a goblin. Please take a look at these pictures.

The tiger isn't actually wearing that mage robe at all. There appears to be some sort of mage wearing that mage robe.

Except this also is wrong. The "mage" riding the tiger, hangs limply on the tiger's back most of the time, and only occasionally puppets up to cast a spell for attacks. She has no face. No hands. What exactly is this creature? Is this a creature?

Another disturbing element, and really the reason why I never saw the mage in the tiger mage before, is that the tiger herself is so animated. She growls. She leaps and pounces. She rears up for attack during the attack animation. I always assumed the fireball came from her mouth and the robe was just flailing around from the energy and movement.

At first glance, you have what looks like a wizard riding a tiger, but look closer and it's more like a tiger playing with a doll, right? As if the tiger is pretending that they are the animal companion or pet of a more powerful creature who's the actual monster?

To add to this, there's one more non-cat element. Those bat-like wings. I always figured they were the tiger's wings.

But if you look at my screenshots, you can clearly see the wings lift when the "mage" "stands up". Those are the "mage's" wings.

So this thing that appears limp and lifeless most of the time and has no hands and no face, does actually have at least some partial organic components?

What is tiger mage? Who is tiger mage? Which one is the tiger and which one is the mage? Is the tiger the mage?

I don't know if this is a reference to an established fairy tale creature or game monster or something that I'm not familiar with. Would love to know more if it was.

Finally is doppelganger. She might be my last favourite card. The last one who's capable of making me absent mindedly blurt out "It's doppelganger! :D" every time I see her.

All the other cards left for me to collect at this point are all big divine and deific. Have huge stone costs, often have effects that are very flashy but ultimately actually terrible in gameplay, and the monster design is just like an animal, a monster, looking kind of mean. Not girl. Not baby. And not my own personal aesthetic of mean either.

Doppelganger is very useful in gameplay, and she's a doppelganger, right? She can take any form she wants. But she takes your form! She's a cute girl! I love her. I also enjoy the weirdness of the player character finding a card that clearly has her on it. Carcaptor Sakura had one of these too, and she had a base form that the card art showed of what she looks like before she copies you.

I like doppelganger's card art. Thanks to the awkward use of colour, it looks distinctly like she is checking out her bum in the mirror to make sure she is getting the correct amount of undies rising up and skirt rising down.

But actually, that's not her bum. It's a magical artifact that this game calls the runestone. It's just an unfortunate choice of colour. Skin colour on a round surface and clothing colour on a strap like material. It's not her bum.

Though if it were her bum, then I would appreciate the irony(?) of a doppelganger copying your form and then checking herself out in a mirror. That's cute.

As you know, the legend of doppelgangers is that they are an omen of death. If you see someone who is your complete double, then it is a signal that soon you are going to die.

Lost Kingdoms represents this with doppelganger insta killing anything she touches. Including you. Let's have a see of what that looks like.

[koifishart]

I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

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When he woke up previously, before opening his eyes he could see his parents and a children's carousel of airplanes. This time the dream was gloomier. She was standing next to him, saying something about the consequences, kissed him. Kaoru could just feel the sweet taste of her lips touched with the lime balm she adored. Something a little different was looming through the fog as well. A tiny creature rolled up into a ball, sleeping in his lap. He stroked the snow-white fur with hand, and nine fluffy tails fell down his legs. The animal shook its head, opened its huge eyes, and looked directly at him with pale green irises.

The first thing he saw was the pristine white of the ceiling, though could have sworn he saw a few cracks. He moved head slightly, and was surprised to hear the clatter of the cervical vertebrae. Mouth was dry, he could barely open it. Heard hurried footsteps and a door closing a few meters away.

- Boss, don't move too abruptly. - heard a familiar, slightly trembling voice. - You'll break the wires.

Wait... what? He twisted his neck in the direction the voice was coming from. Beside him, in a chair, sat his deputy, glumly resting his forehead on the clasped fingers of both hands. He looked like Hanayama had never seen him before. As if someone had died.

- What wires? - he croaked, barely recognizing his own voice. - Where am I?

- In the hospital, the same as before. - the man explained matter-of-factly. - Hanabi-sama brought you here, possibly breaking all traffic rules. And now... she's lying on the bed next to you.

He felt hot in an instant. How does "LIE on the bed next to you"?! Kaoru wanted to jump up to a sitting position, but the scolding gaze of the long-haired man in a suit reminded him that he had to be careful not to tear anything. Turned his head slowly, trying not to tense anything. She was actually there, facing him. She was asleep, pale as a wall. Even the luscious red lips lost their natural color, they looked more purple. Black hair was tied in a ponytail, and dark fringe fell over closed lids. From one of her hands was a wire that ran straight to his bend at the elbow, and on the other, another, connected to a large IV bag. He barely noticed the movement of her chest.

- Hanabi-sama... ordered to enter a pharmacological coma so that her body would draw less blood...

- For what? - he asked, though the answer was obvious.

- To save you, boss. Anything that pumps her heart was going to go to you. As usual, you had as much blood as the hospital had, and she took care of the rest. She put her own life at stake. - he explained with tears in his eyes. - How did you find her?

- I haven't found... - he muttered, looking at her sadly. - Hanabi came to me herself.

Remembered the evening as a blur, though the more he remembered it, the more it grew brighter. By default, Kaoru went for a drink with the most trusted people, wanting to relax. They rented a hotel so that everyone could drink. There was a sea of whiskey, no more mattered. He made it to the room on his own, which would probably not be possible for normal people after that. Just wanted to fall on the bed and fall asleep until closed the door behind him and saw a pretty girl on the mattress. All he had to do was take a little look at the shiny black hair that fell over scantily clad body with its distinctive breasts and long legs in black stockings, for all the sleepiness to give way to lust. She hypnotized him with bright green eyes. Didn't listen very closely, but he heard one thing for sure.

- You don't find me attractive? - she asked, puffing her lips a little.

Instinctively took her chin, at which she obediently looked in his direction and didn't object when he kissed her. Maybe the alcohol had worked, maybe not at all... Hanayama wanted this girl immediately, and her body wouldn't resist his movements. Part of his nature would say "subtly, it's a woman!" and another part shout "take her as yours!". She was surprisingly sensitive, damp, and tight, it only took a few thrusts for him to get in and out fully without problem. The first time had sex with such a delicate and loud girl. She didn't inhibit her reactions like some. With each movement, he heard louder and louder sighs and moans, which heightened his pleasure. There was, however, something that disturbed him. The potential solution came with a strong burst of orgasm, he had not been able to think rationally before. Although at the last moment before plunging into her beautiful body, he had pulled a condom out of his pocket to avoid possible problems, he felt as if he was emitting without it. He felt as if he had raped her even though she had come to him herself. How old could she be? 16? 17? That's what he suspected then. At times she acted as if she didn't know what to do with her own body. Perhaps what he perceived as ecstasy was pain? Sometimes had trouble distinguishing, especially since he was extremely resilient himself. A moment later found out that he had unknowingly taken her virginity. She had come voluntarily to have her first time with him, something so important and unique, and he acted like a ravenous animal, so unlike himself.

He still hadn't apologized to her. It wasn't until she lay between life and death that he thought it was fair to ask how she felt. He looked at the pale face.

- So... she came to kill you and you ended up in bed? - Kizaki asked, wiping his face. - It doesn't stick together, boss.

- It was. She abandoned this assignment, which is why they are following her now. - he explained slowly, rubbing the space between his eyes. - And she made me so intrigued that I had her followed. And we are where we are...

There was an awkward silence. What more could he say? IT WAS! She came to him alone, and then... then it went on and on. Once he woke up, it was left to figure out a way to wake her up. The door handle clicked.

- Well, well... you finally woke up, Hanayama... - muttered the redheaded doctor from above the patient's record. - the Prince...shitty.

- Shinogi Kureha? - he was surprised.

- Yeah, it's the second time I'm saving you in the last 48 hours. I don't know what you did to her or what you stuffed with that she's staring at you like in a picture. - he threw, looking at the black-haired woman, then directed an angry glare at the boss. - It wasn't a transfusion, it was just a drain. She let her body be used as a living pump, you understand? Just for YOU to survive!

He didn't know what to answer. Was shocked that she went so far as to take such radical measures. Hanayama had not expected such a devotion. Was grateful, but also terribly resentful that she had made them suck her life because of him. He spat towards the door. They remained ajar and the people behind them heard everything. He even noticed Chiharu, so deeply shaken he forgot to breathe. Kaoru turned his gaze back to the red-haired muscle. Shinogi turned his head to the paramedics standing behind him.

- Get him out of here. Have to wake her up as soon as possible. The treatment was successful. - he ordered.

- I'm not going anywhere. - Kaoru replied arrogantly, leaning back gently on the bed.

- Listen. Throughout the beaten day, Hanabi was actually drained. Her body only got as much blood as it needed to relatively function. All the cells were slowed down to a minimum, each organ was working as if it was about to fail. Waking up after something like this will be neither pleasant nor gentle. - Kureha sighed matter-of-factly, rubbing forehead with hand. - The pain she will feel may be unimaginable. It's a bit like babies crying after giving birth because they took a breath for the first time. I can't even predict how she'll react. We can't give anything anesthetic.

- It doesn't change the fact that I want to be with my wife. - he grunted, looking askance at the doctor.

This one probably didn't have the strength to argue anymore, Shinogi only muttered something like "you are worthy of yourself" under his breath. Kaoru wasn't even sure if heard correctly. Ultimately, only Kizaki left the room, closing the door behind him. Nurses broke the link between them, and bar-headed paramedics circled Hanabi, ready for what was to happen. Kureha connected a small bag to her drip with trembling hands. It hadn't been a few minutes since the first drop had come off, and she opened her eyes wide, taking a sharp breath and flexing with all her might. The pale green irises floated into eye sockets. The staff immediately pinned the tiny body to the bed, stopping it from breaking in two, and she, using the inhaled air, tore out of the pain. She was struggling to get up, and the tall men held her hands especially to keep her from tearing out the air tubes. The sight was terrible, his heart ached at the mere thought that there was nothing he could do to ease the suffering. She was tired for a good ten minutes looking as if she was dying with every move. Usually steadfast, hard, she seemed so fragile to him, and at the same time paradoxically stronger than usual. Eventually the pain eased, she fell on the pillow drenched in sweat. She was still breathing heavily, but clearly more steadily. Kureha unhooked a tiny pouch from her canister. She turned her head towards him. He could meet the green eyes again, this time partially hidden under the drooping eyelids.

- Hi, my bear. - She smiled weakly.

- You didn't have to, Hanabi... - he muttered, not stopping himself from shedding a male tear.

- You have nothing to worry about, Kaoru. - she laughed lightly. - "In health and sickness..." remember?

He remembered too well. The day when officially, in front of everyone else, they promised to survive everything together.

They discharged them together after a few days. He was happy to go home. Hated hospitals. She walked beside him again full of energy, in a gray sweatshirt dress to the knee and white sneakers. A fairly thick gold chain hung around her neck, and an equally glistening watch on her wrist. She was visibly feeling better, though Shinogi warned that she might suffer from persistent headaches or temporary numbness in her limbs after donating very large amounts of blood. Everything was supposed to normalize within a maximum of six months. She didn't seem to notice it or worry too much. Maybe it's better? Sometimes, for your own health, you should omit a few stressful facts from life. As soon as they left the hospital building, they were greeted by trusted people and the Tokkutai gang, who escorted him to the airport. Chiharu, who as usually wears his purple jumpsuit, stepped in front of everyone. He fell to knees in front of them, his forehead hitting the ground, though, as if to look at it, more in front of her. The rest of his people followed their boss. She was stunned at the sight.

- Hanabi-sama, I never thought that I would meet a woman as big and brave as Hanayama-san. - The blonde said. - It's an honor!

- Oh no exaggeration! It is only...

She cut a sentence in mid-sentence, clinging to his arm. She swayed. He hugged her to keep from falling, then lifted up.

- It's nothing, Kaoru. Really. - she sighed, blushing. - Put me down.

- The heroines are carried on the hands. - He laughed lightly and kissed her forehead.

She fell asleep with head on his shoulder on the way home. Kaoru carried her carefully into the apartment, took off her shoes, laid on the bed, and then covered her to keep warm. He took a cool shower and joined her, wrapping his arm around beloved body.

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In her life, she would never have suspected that there was anything worse than a giant hangover on the day when you had to get up at 7 am to make it to school for the first lesson, where the exam was due for which didn't have time to study. It crossed her mind that she was somewhat regretting her decision, but the word was out. She swore, she promised...she WANTED him to come back. There was no room to be the other way around. Through her body in seconds flowed so intense and sudden pain, that she had never experienced. It was like being struck by lightning. Worse still - it was coming back. Hurt to breathe, muscle tense and relaxation, eye movement, even thinking. Hurt to feel the blood flowing rapidly through the veins to nourish what had been deprived of value for the last few hours. She was on the verge of dying to save him, and when all was over could see him. Didn't want him to see her like this, but what to do. Apparently he insisted on staying. So stubborn and capricious as always. She stared at the hazel irises, unable to comprehend. Even the redness of the white of one of the eyes didn't change anything. She was so lucky to be alive and to be told that as soon as they were both stable they would return home.

Hanabi woke up as always brisk and full of vigor, which was surprising after the events of the last days. A shootout, Grand Master, hospitals, blood transfusion, a lot of stress...wanted fried eggs so badly. She was standing in the kitchen by the frying pan, frying slices of aromatic bacon in it, when heard a noise coming from the bedroom.

- HANABI?!

He ran out probably as he slept - completely naked. She could clearly see every muscle, every dimple, fragments of the tattoo on arms, scars on skin, and a huge penis swinging between muscular legs. He slipped glasses on so sloppy they almost fell off his nose. Adjusted them hastily, seeing that she was standing in the kitchen. The only thing missing was thick, dark strands, usually quite nonchalantly falling on the forehead, but shaving them off was necessary for surgery. She laughed under her breath at the sight of him.

- Honey, I understand everything, you're at home, but ... what if someone comes in? - she asked, looking at him pointedly. - I wish this version of you would stay just for me.

He blushed and hurriedly returned to the room to approach her a moment later dressed only in white fundoshi. He wrapped his arms around her, placing head on her shoulder with a sigh.

- I was worried... - he muttered.

- Thank you, but I'm not a porcelain doll, Kaoru. - She replied kissing scarred cheek, then smashed the first egg into the pan. - Don't drag me away or you'll be eating burned food for breakfast.

- What if you faint?

- It happened to me and I know how to recognize such a situation. I'll tell you or I'll protect myself. - she continued, laughing. - If you really want to watch me so badly, let me watch the eggs.

He capitulated, but she felt him gently toss his head away from her neck and in a subtle motion slid the unbuttoned shirt, which she casually draped over shoulders. She held the flaps down, then looked at him with a sly smile.

- I know you have something underneath ... - he muttered, continuing as soon as she removed her hand.

The thin material obscured the floor at their feet, revealing a slim body in bright underwear, adorned with two connecting tattoos - a koi carp and a rainbow dragon among the flowery branches of Sakura. She felt the soft touch of rough fingers along her spine. A pleasant shiver tugged the shoulder blades. She shook her head to go back to the ground and serve breakfast. Her natural sense told something was going to happen, something was going on, he wasn't acting normally. Kaoru was nervous, she felt it as soon as he hugged her. They ate in silence, and when she was about to gather the dishes, he took them out of her hand, set them on the table, and tossed her over his shoulder.

- Kaoru, let me go! - she moaned, trying to break free. - Gotta wash up!

- You should get some rest. - he ordered, heading for the bedroom.

Really? So soon after hospitalization? Impossible. Nothing was right for her. As she frantically thought about what this might be, he set her down on the bed and kissed softly. She couldn't resist his soft lips. They were as addictive as himself. Before she felt him take off her lace panties, these were long on the floor. He broke away to splash kisses down her neck and collarbones.

- What are you... - she wanted to ask, but he cut her off, putting finger to her lips.

As a rule he was reticent, this time he didn't speak at all. In the absolute silence surrounding them, all she heard was his low grunts, his damp tongue sliding over tense nipples, and her own sighs. Perhaps her body was more vulnerable by recent events, or perhaps he was more tactically and subtly than ever approaching the caresses. She came surprisingly quickly. The pleasant feeling that overwhelmed her meant that she could move mountains without getting out of bed, even with the strength of mind. He hovered over her, and she placed hands gently on sliced cheeks to pull him close and kiss him. The kiss felt different to her, too.

- What's wrong, Kaoru? - she asked, slowly calming her breath. - I feel something's up.

- Sorry... for a night at the hotel... - he muttered uncertainly, looking away. - It's probably not a pleasant memory for you, I guess it's rather painful...

- What are you talking about, love? - she laughed pearlly. - In fact, I was so heated with you, and you met my expectations so much that I felt nothing but pleasure.

She took a massive neck, seeing the surprised look Hanayama. He was sweet in such moments of honesty. She brought lips to his ear.

- You gave me the best first time you possibly could... - she whispered temptingly, simultaneously reaching for his fundoshi. - ... especially since you were drunk.

She grabbed him at the base of his skull and in one move, taking advantage of the moment of inattention, placed him on his back, simultaneously settling between his muscular legs. Before she covered herself with the quilt to the top of head and bent towards the navel tucked between one knuckles on his stomach and the other, she saw a lovely blush on her husband's face. She brushed the area of the pubic symphysis with her fingernail.

- Hanabi... you were supposed to be careful... - he threw, lifting the material.

- Oh, I think I have enough strength for a small thank you to my caring husband. - she replied with a mischievous smile, rubbing the tense part of his body.

She placed hand at the top of it, wrapping fingers around, and slid down, causing the man to sigh low. She continued, simultaneously pushing other hand toward his broad chest and tight nipples. The murmurs of satisfaction grew louder.

- Stop... - he muttered, combing her long hair tucked under the covers.

She stuck out tongue, gently licking the sensitive spot, making it all tense. She was almost sliding it into her mouth when heard a knock on the door. He immediately bent his knees to tuck her away. A moment later the door handle clicked.

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She was not angry? Feeling sorry? He didn't do her any harm, despite the fact that the alcoholic beverages were only concerned with his own lust? An unusual creature. But since she said so, it remained to believe. Hanabi threw him on the bed with amazing force. Such a trifle was able to freely dispose of a 160-kilogram guy! Maybe she actually felt better than Shinogi anticipated? Nevertheless, you can never be too careful. She didn't want to keep it. She dove under the covers, and moments later he felt gentle hands on his body.

- Stop... - he muttered in truth rather reluctantly, while ruffling her long hair.

She made one movement, and his entire body tensed. Insubordination was perhaps her middle name. He slowly began to agree to her caresses, especially since they finally had some time to themselves. When he was almost completely lost in the pleasant shivers, someone knocked on the door. Kaoru automatically bent his knees, shielding her from the world. Couldn't let ANYONE find out where she was! The doorknob clicked and his deputy peered into the room. Not invited, but Hanayama was too shocked to even ask for a few minutes of patience.

- Boss, I'm not disturbing you? - Kizaki asked. - Hanabi-sama isn't here?

What would... Lazy morning shortly after returning from the hospital, what could she be doing? He thought that his wife would at least help him keep up appearances, and she had acted on the contrary. He felt the brush of damp tongue against his body. He grunted nervously.

- Er... she's taking a bath. - he muttered in response. - Something important?

- Yes, I came to remind you of the meeting in half an hour. - he replied, looking at his watch. - In fact, in order to make it on time, we should slowly gather ourselves.

- Sure, get dressed right away. - he threw, hoping that the man will leave immediately, feeling at the same time sliding movements of the hand and warm tongue.

- Boss, you don't even know how glad everyone is that you both survived. - the deputy continued tirelessly. - It's a real miracle...

- Kizaki... - Hanayama muttered, trying not to make any noises suggesting his situation.

A real mischievous vixen! She moved slightly to keep the duvet on his legs from waving, but that definitely didn't bother her. She hugged him with her lips, licking lasciviously. In his mind's eye, he saw every movement, the expression on her face, the flash of green eyes. He would prefer to wander away even further, but the long-haired man, as usual at situations like this, didn't sense subtle signals, losing himself in ever more original epithets about his wife.

- Indeed, amazing how you fit together, boss. I admit, I was very skeptical at first, but now I can't imagine that Hanabi-sama wouldn't be. She blends in so easily! Capable of anything! At the snap of her fingers, the entire Tokkutai gang bowed to her! - he admired tirelessly. - I couldn't imagine a more suitable woman by your side, boss. Your parents would be proud of such a daughter-in-law...

He guessed that they would be bursting with pride especially at this moment: he's trying to focus and get his deputy off as quickly as possible, while at the same time, she's doing him well under the covers. Absolutely exemplary, perfect, dream daughter-in-law. It was getting harder and harder to hold back from uncontrollable moans. She was going bolder every moment, and the cold titanium earring was making him shudder.

- Even Taro-san is of this opinion, he talked to me during the ceremony. Hanabi-sama reportedly reminds him of his dead daughter...

- KIZAKI... - he finally grunted, rubbing face with hand so deputy wouldn't see the juicy flush of excitement on his face. -You say we're in a hurry, so why not let me get dressed?

- What...? Oh yes, YES! I'm leaving now, sorry boss! - He shook himself and nearly jumped out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Finally! Kizaki is truly an invaluable person, but also a terrible talker, especially if you let him talk for more than a minute. His acceleration was then impossible, flowing into more and more colorful and vivid descriptions of reality. He was a great speaker, which is why Hanayama would leave business and incentive meetings to him. Could see with the naked eye that at such moments he felt like a fish in water. He blinked quickly. Felt the situation changed a bit. She must have heard the door close. She knew they were alone again. He looked under the covers to see if he was wrong. He was not wrong. She looked at him lasciviously. She had parted lips and a protruding tongue, the tip of which was nudging the end of his "business." A steel-silver ball flashed. It wasn't a good idea. Kizaki was still in the apartment and it was probably the first time he had bothered him!

- No. - he said, working hard to pick up what remained of his resolve and assertiveness. - No! Hanabi, stop it!

She just laughed softly and, staring at him, slipped it into her mouth. The lips were so incredibly warm and moist, and he was on the verge of reason. He stopped resisting. It only took a few moves. He exited with great force, feeling that she was pulling him out of her mouth in the process. The cover fell back, revealing long hair framing a light face speckled with thick, dripping drops of milky white semen. She smiled mischievously.

- It was rude, baby... - She grunted with her mouth full, then swallowed some of the contents and spat out the rest. - ...too much.

He smirked at her sweet face. He reached for a neat, oblong box tied with a red ribbon, which he hid in a cupboard next to the bed.

- Happy Valentine's Day, my love. - he muttered with a smile.

- Come on! It's today? - She laughed opening the box. - Oh Kaoru, don't pamper me like that! I will be demanding!

With a gentle movement, Hanabi took out a necklace hanging on the tops of her fingers, composed of links of white and yellow gold. It was shimmering subtly, reflecting sunlight streaming through the window. She put it around neck, gently fastening the buckle. It beautifully adorned fair skin. She clung to him again, wrapping arms around his neck.

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* In Japan, Valentine's Day is celebrated on February 14 (Chocolate Day) and March 14 (White Day); Japan is a country that values balance, so the holiday was broken up for two days so that men could pay their debt to women;

[silent-raven13]

A Spider-woman named Billie! 3

(Part 2)

Billie from Earth 1613 stood as she hold Aaron in her arms, her nose buries into the boy's small afro to smell that sweet baby scent. Aaron stares at her with his own big honey eyes at her. "I hope Gabriel doesn't get mad for not telling him anything. He worries so much."

Jess nudges Miguel's arm, "Like a true O'Hara, huh?"

"I highly doubt his own dad worries." Miguel rolled his eyes.

"Oh right, your white version." Jess smirks with her own laughter.

"Oh hush, you have one too!" Miguel pointed out.

"She's just a light skinned Latina." Jess hums. "Your variant got the Irish side."

Peter 616 said, "Guys, come on. We all know O'Haras are the ones that worried and protective." Then his own eyes on Billie, "So this Gabriel guy? How old is he?"

"He's sixteen like me! I'm actually older than him." She pointed out, "By like a few months. Him and Mariana were the first ones to enter my world with those watches, so we became close friends. Well, I met Gabriel earlier than Mariana. It was a whole thing with time traveling, and him being from a futuristic world." Aaron's hand touch her soft cheek to feel her warmth.

Miguel let Karl crawl over his head to his other shoulder, "And he's time traveling? Does his dad know about this, Morales."

"Um... I dunno." Billie admits, "I just see him whenever he comes by. He's always swinging by my place or my school to meet me. Haha, he one time fell into a trash can because he thought one of my friends was my boyfriend and he was being nosy."

"It's sounds like an O'Hara has a crush." Jess hums.

Miles 2020 giggles, "Oh totally." He rubs his daughter's hand to feel her soft plushy palms, so far Mariana had calm down from her tantrum. With so much energy wasted, she decided to take a tiny snooze.

"Hahaha, nah. He's a worried guy! We help each others back! He's one of my best friends." Billie smiles widely with her face beaming.

"Friend zoned." May said to Gerry in a low whisper.

"Oh for sure." Gerald nodded at this. Then he turns to his mom, "Mommy, when are we getting lunch. I'm famished!"

"Me too!" Mayday said to her dad.

May nodded at Petie, "Hungry!"

Gabriella said, "Me too! I think my tummy is eating itself."

"I'm sorry for keeping you guys waiting. You can go. I'll wait for my friend here." Billie didn't want to feel like a burden.

"It's fine. We can invite your friend to lunch." Miles 2020.

Jess said to her son, "Honey, you think you can wait a little longer? Billie is waiting for her friend."

"Okay. I can wait." Gerald nodded. "She needs her older siblings to protect her."

Aaron nodded, "Yea!" He patted Billie's shoulder, "It's okay, lady."

"Will I meet Gabriel?" Gabriella asked being so interested by this male variant.

Miguel said, "Maybe. I'm not too sure. I know-" He was cut off by Mariana's voice, "Billie, I'm so glad you came, but I thought you were supposed to meet Gabe?" She pops up from behind giving the teenage Spider-woman a hug.

"Mariana!" Billie hugs her back, "Oh my god, I was so lost! I sort of went into the portal trying to figure it out my own." She smiles at her friend, Mariana Earth 1022.

Mariana peaks over the group, "Hello everyone! Thanks for keeping Billie company. Its hard to find each other when this place is so big!"

"Wow, are you girl Miles!" Gabriella went up to look at the young woman to find certain similarities of her friend Miles.

"Yup!" Mariana got down to Gabriella's level, "Your very pretty Gabriella."

"Oh thanks! You too! You got pretty long braids!" Gabriella gawks at how long they were. "I want them that long!" She saw the hair length reached around Marian's hips.

Billie then noticed Miles 42 and the other Miles first then the rest of the group. "Hey, it's the Spider band and their friends?" Peter said out loud also noticing them.

Miles 42 carries Gonzalo 1022 in his arms. "Miles... Miles?" Billie looks right into Miles 42 then her eyes looks at the other Miles, they all reminded her of her brother. Suddenly, tears came down her cheek.

"Oh man, i'm-I'm sorry. If this was too much!" Miles 42 looks worried almost panicking.

Billie shook her head, "No, I'm actually happy." Aaron's eyes began to water seeing the young lady crying.

"No. No, cry." Aaron tries to wipe her eyes.

Gonzalo 1022 nodded, "Huh uh! No, don't cry, fren!"

Miles 1610 holds his baby sister, "It's okay." Billie 1610 said.

Billie smiles widely seeing Miles 1610 and Billie 1610 which got her remembering of her brother taking care of her. She sniffs while wiping her eyes, "Yeah, it's gonna be okay."

Mariana smiles widely as she got a hold of Aaron, while Miles 42 handed Gonzalo to Mimi 1015. "If it's alright... I can-" Billie hugs Miles 42 not wanting to let got.

Peter sniffs having tears in his eyes. "Are you really crying?" Jess asked him.

"It's just... she got closure!" Peter 616 sniffs.

Petie handed him a napkin while he too cries at the lovely scene. Not many Spider-heroes can have this chance. "I know... it's nice to see." Petie wipe his eyes with his napkin.

Miguel merely nodded at the scene. Pavtri sniffs having type a post on his blog and Gwen could only smile at this.

Miles 43 and the rest of Miles said, "Awe, group hug!" They hug Billie being protected brothers and sisters. Billie happily hugs them, they're not her brother but they are her new siblings. New bond, new love, and new family.

"Who are you?" Little Billie asked the young woman being so curious at all the Miles being so caring towards her.

"Boo-boo this is your variant." Miles 1610 said.

"Oh dios mio!" Billie gasps with her little hands on her round cheeks being in shock. "Yo?"

"Si!"

"Guag!" Billie eyes at her variant being so surprised.

"Where's mine?" Gonzalo 1015 asked Miles 43 being confused.

"Probably around. We'll find him. Don't worry, Boo-boo." Miles 42 snuggles against him with his cheeks rubbing against the boy's big soft cheeks.

"Hahaha, okay. But you gotta promise me."

"Sure thing, nene." Miles 43 pinky promise him.

"Wow, so many Miles!" Gabriella went up to look at all of them. She went to hug Miles 1610's leg, "Hi, Miles! I'm Billie 1613's older sister. I will protect her."

"Hola, Gabi. Awe, that's so sweet." Miles 1610 smiles at her as he got on her level, "We'll do our best, right?"

"Right!" She proudly nodded.

"Me too! Me too!" Mayday and Gerald went up to Miles being excited to impress their big brother. "We'll be big brother and sisters.!"

"Great! We'll give it our all." Miles 1610 hold his fist up being proud.

Billie 1610 nodded, "Huh uh, I'm big sis!"

Miles 42 said to Billie 1613, "If you need anything I'm here- we're here for you. I won't be like your brother but I can be another one. I don't mind taking the responsibility!"

"Me too!" Mimi 1015 said out loud with a big smile on her face.

"Me too!" Miles 43 agrees.

"Same here." Miles 1610 and the children around him agrees.

"And me!" Mariana 1022 nodded as she hold Aaron in her arms. "Right, Chiquito?"

"Huh uh!" Aaron nodded.

Billie 1613 smiles so widely that it felt she was beaming full sunlight, "Thanks. I would love that."

Then they heard, "And me." This when the group finally noticed the older Miles 2020 who's holding a little girl in his arms. Well, the little toddler is strapped by webs that look like a baby carrier. The Hobies were remaining silent giving their partners have closure with the teenager, but now their attention looks over at the older Miles. To say the least, they were taken aback.

"OMG that's Miles 2020! Omega Miles!" Pavtri gasps, "So it's true, he does look pretty and so tall!"

"Pretty? I wouldn't say that..." Miles 2020 chuckles. Omega Miles is taller than the Hobies, slim figure with a bit of wide hips, and has some sort of pink tint with his dark skin tone. His hair seems to glow a bit of pink at certain angles from natural light. Yes, this Miles seems older than them, but- Wow, he's handsome almost enchanting. "But thank you."

Billie said, "Thanks, Miles." Then she giggles, "Is it fine if I get greedy with my brothers and sisters."

"Yes, be greedy! We are here with open arms." Miles 43 said out loud.

Mariana saw the Hobies checking out Miles 2020, "Umm... are you guys okay?" They were walking around the omega to take in all of his beauty, and noticed the daughter.

"Aye, show respect. Don't hover over him like that!" Miguel hissed at the punks seeing how they're being rude going into Miles 2020's personal space. This time he holds Karl in his large hands as the baby blow spit bubbles.

"Bbbrrttt." Karl hums.

"Aye papa bear, it's fine. No need to protect this omega." Miles 2020 leans against Miguel 928 with a grin on his face being a bit flirtatious.

This alerted the Hobies almost as if they were offended. "Papa bear?" Hobie 138e asked.

"No! It ain't true! Our worst dreams..." Hobie 138d being dramatic.

Gwen saw the Hobies being depressed and over exaggerating the whole thing. "Yup, as expected."

"Hobie, come on, man. You're being dramatic." Miles 1610 saw his boyfriend look gloomed by this information.

Miguel 928 grunts, "Ay, pendejos! Pay Attention, me and Miles 2020 aren't together. Omegas can't get pregnant with their Alpha."

"Not only that but I'm too good for you, Miguelito." Miles 2020 smirks with his hand holding onto Miguel's cheeks to squish his lips together, "Right, patrón?"

"Siempre tienes que coquetear conmigo." Miguel 928 said at the omega.

"Hahaha, only because you like it." Miles 2020 smiles with amusement.

"Oh please, and I have to deal with your jealous Alpha?"

Miles 2020 laughs then saw the Hobies looking at him again. This Miles was more flirtatious, more confident with his appearance and self, he smirks at the Hobies. "Hmm? Take a picture, armies."

They all turned pink making their boyfriends gawk, "Whoa, they were flabbergasted!" Mimi 1015 said to Pavtri.

"I know, wow! This Miles knows how to flirt!" Pavtri types on his blog about them.

"Hehehe, make sure to add that the Hobies are got shaky legs." Gwen commented.

"They never seen an older Miles before." Miles 43 laughs.

Miguel 928 sighs, "I was hoping they would behave around you." He said to Miles 2020.

"Awe, Miguelito. You're jealous I'm giving all my attention to them." He leans against Miguel again with a smirk on his face, "Your lucky you're not an Alpha. You would be under my pheromones."

Petie sniffs the air, "Wow, your scent is so strong even after having triplets." He could smell the dominance of the Omega even without the scent of his mates didn't linger.

"It's sweet." May 2010 said to her dad.

Everyone else tries to sniff the air but couldn't smell it. The only ones that noticed the scent was Miguel 928 and Miguel 970. "Wow it's so sweet." Miguel 970 pinched his nose, it's very sweet as if he was in Candyland, nothing like Mariana's soft elegant scent with a hint of sweet vanilla.

The Hobies got close to sniff Miles 2020 which made Miles 42 shout at them, "Ew, don't be a creep. You freakin weirdos!"

Miles 1610 grab his boyfriend, "Come on, bae. You can't smell pheromones like that. Your not like him."

"But luv... tis the only time I get to see an Omega you!" Hobie 138b pouts.

Miles 2020 laughs with amusement making his daughter look at him, "Daddy, I wanna be f-wee! Let me out of here. It's bo-wing!"

"Awe, that's your baby! So wait, one... two..." Miles 43 counted at the little girl that Miles 2020 holds, then the boy Billie 1613 is carrying. "Where's number three?"

"Right here." Miguel 928 holds Karl who's busy blowing spit bubbles. "Aye, no. Miles, you got a napkin!" He said.

All the Miles looks around. "I mean, Miles 2020." Miguel corrected himself.

Miles 2020 chuckles, "Always." He pulls out a small napkin from his little pocket to wipe Karl's face. "Awe, you hungry, bebe?"

"Sí!" Karl wiggle his legs wanting to be cared by his daddy. "Daddy!"

The gang got a good look at the triplets. The little girl had very blond hair with two big Afro puffs hairstyles, large honey brow eyes. Her skin tone being a dark deep oak brown, and she had a bit of fangs probably from being in the Omega-verse. "Wow, they are all so cute!" Mimi 1015 said out loud. Then one boy with a small afro having dark brown hair, dark brown eyes and chocolate skin tone. His eyes doe-like his daddy. Then the other boy having dark deep brown skin tone with bright green eyes, and his hair being the same as his brown but a bit shorter. His eyes seem to be like his sister almost slanted and sharp almost cat like. They all have some sort of hue or tint of pink and purple possibly like their parents.

Just like Petie being an Omega is hue is a soft red, but his own pup have a deep vivid red hue that blends well into her red hair and pale skin. Possibly being an Alpha.

"Daddy, I don't wanna stay here! Let me f-wee!" The little girl shouted.

Miles 1610 said, "You know... she kinda reminds me of someone." His honey-brown eyes stares at his boyfriend.

Hobie understood what his Sunflower meant, and his grin grew wider, "Oh yeah? Who, Sunflower?"

"Yeah, who?" Pavtri asked being so curious.

Mariana 2020 struggles away from her daddy, "DOWN WITH THE ESTABLISHMENT!" She hold out her fist already showing her attitude.

"Ah," Pavtri already knew.

Miles 2020 sighs, "Mariana, you don't even know what establishment even means!" He took his daughter out of his web so she can stop shouting. "Ugh, I can never win with her. There are you happy, mi bebé."

"NO! I wanna go!" She fuses with her legs kicking, "And-and YES I DO! Papà said Establishments a-we shit-holes!"

"Oh dear!" All the parents cover their kids ears.

Little Billie 1610 shouted, "BAD WORD!"

"Ohh, she said a no-no word!" Gonzalo 1015 said out loud.

"Dios mios!" Gonzalo 1022 put his hands on his round cheeks.

All the Hobies burst out laughing. "He taught her so well." Hobie 138c laughs out loud.

"Yeah, they are crap-" Mimi 1015 cover her boyfriend's mouth, "HOBIE!"

Gwen said to Miles 42, "Well, now we know how their kids will look like and the trouble they'll caused."

"Mm-hmm." Miles 42 nodded.

Billie 1613 giggles, "I think they are so cute."

Hobie 138b smirks at his Miles 1610, "Luv, see..."

"Yeah..." Miles 1610 is happy he can't have kids because he will pulls his hair out.

"Mariana, that's a bad word. I'm going to have a talk with your father!" Miles 2020 lectured her.

The little girl puffs her cheeks, "The system is b-woke! Abolished this co-wah-uption!"

Jess cracks up, "She knows a lot of big words."

"And she doesn't know what she's saying." Miguel 970 sighs.

Miles 2020 looks exhausted by arguing with his daughter, he's going to kill his mate. "Tell me about it." Then Mariana 2020 launched her body to Hobie 138e being successful of breaking free. "Mariana!"

"Hehe!" Mariana 2020 grins widely with her legs wiggling.

All the Hobies were staring at her practically in love with their daughter variant. "Down with the Establishment!" She shouted. They followed like her minions making chants about it. "DOWN WITH THE ESTABLISHMENT!"

"Pendejos..." Miguel 928 mutters lowly.

"Dad, don't say that." Gabrielle scold him for using bad language.

"I'm sorry, mija." He apologize still holding onto Karl.

Mariana 1022 giggles, "They're parental instincts kicked in, huh?" They saw the Hobies went over to her and Miguel 928 to get Aaron and Karl, just to admire the boys.

Miles 2020 put one hand on his hip, "Hah, they may like it now but triplets are no joke."

"I always wonder how you did it." Jess said.

"Yeah, how did you do it?"

Miles 2020 exhausted facial expression shows, "I cry and pray that I can survive when they were infants. Oh and I would scold my mate whenever I saw him.." The smirks widely, then turns to the Miles, "Always scold them! Also give them the silent treatment, it's most efficient on them. Hobies need attention and love."

"Sweet!" Miles 43 grins widely.

Pavtri wrote it down, "Ahh, makes sense. Under all that cool exterior. They are like puppies."

Miles 1610 said to Miles 2020, "What if they don't leave you alone, when you tell them to?"

"Looks like he's curious for new tactics." Gwen said to Billie 1613 and Mariana 1022.

"Well," Miles 2020 began, "You never want to shove them away. They are more harmful and destructive like that. From experience, my Hobie was very aggressive considering he's an Alpha... also keep in mind of that. My Hobie is an Alpha, so he comes off more possessive which is very normal with all Alphas. Right, Miguel?" He turns to Miguel 928 with a giggle.

"How can I forget? He was challenging me for dominance just like Alpha." Miguel groans being annoyed. "I'm not even an Alpha!"

"It's because you're so tall and huge!" Peter 616 said to him, "You also got that crazy dark look that a lot of Alphas have."

"That's true." Petie nodded.

Miles 2020 added, "I would say always let your Hobie do a chore. They rather fix the solution instead of being separated. I know, when I get upset with my mate, I would tell him to get groceries or clean the playroom or anything to keep him busy."

Miguel 970 crosses his arms, "Does that even work?"

"Hehehe, all the time." He said with a grin on his face, then saw Marian 1022, "But you're dealing with a Miguel, huh? I heard they are anti-social and worry bugs."

"What? No I'm not!" Miguel 928 and Miguel 970 shouted.

Mariana 1022 laughs with amusement, "Oh no, me and him aren't dating. We're just friends."

"Ohhh..." Everyone noticed the harsh friend zoned. That even made Miguel 970 to look away being hurt.

"Awe, it's okay." Billie 1613 patted the large punk Latino.

"Don't worry, man. Marianas and Miles are really naive!" Gwen whispers at Miguel 970's ear. "You still have a chance if your forward with her."

"That's true! Miles and Marianas aren't that good noticing some stuff like this." Pavtri points it. "It took Miles 1610 freakin' forever to noticed his Hobie likes him!"

"HEY!" Miles 1610 overhears that. "I didn't want to misinterpret our friendship at the time!"

"I can't disagreed... it took me 3 years to realize my Alpha wanted to mate with me. We were just friends." Miles 2020 laughs at the memories.

Mariana looks lost, "Huh? What are you guys talking about?"

"Nothing!" Gwen said.

Billie 1613 saw Punk Miguel looking shy about it. "Wait, aren't Miguels... a bit to their own?"

"That is a problem! Miguels are always to their own and would always think their love interest deserve better or overwork themselves." Jess explains noticing how right she is the way the two Miguels were sweating.

"I hate when you guys do that." Miguel 928 said, "This is why I didn't want to add any of my variants!"

"Why? Some of them are so fun!" Peter 616 said. "Come on, don't get so mad over it."

Miles 1015 said, "Yeah, have you met your female variant? She's so cool and freakin' strong!"

"Wow, papá is a girl too!" Gabrielle looks hype. "I wanna meet her."

"Yeah, she's so big and strong!"

"SO COOL!"

Billes 1613 giggles at Miguel 970, "Don't be so glum. I'm sure Mari will notice. You heard them, be forward. Besides, if you don't Mari might meet a-" She was cut off with a Spider-man coming down upside down hanging from the web, "THERE YOU ARE!"

"AH!" Billie 1613 jumps from being startled at the blue Spider-man dressed similar to Miguel 928's spider suit. "GABRIEL, don't scare me like that!"

"Wow, so this is Gabriel! He looks like papá!" Gabrielle went up to look at the large man being so amazed by his size.

"Billie, are you okay?" Miles 42 went over being worried then scolds at the Spider-man, "Dumbass, what the hell did you do that for?"

Miles 1019 growls, "Your lucky she didn't get hurt, asshole!"

"Yeah, you scare poor Billie!" Mimi 1015 scowls.

"Yeah, you jerk!" Miles 43 puff his cheeks being mad.

"Billie, you okay?" Miles 1610 went over to comfort her.

"Ye-yeah, I'm fine. I was just spooked." Billie 1613 felt a bit embarrassed but appreciative by all the Miles protecting her. She placed a hand over her chest feeling her heart pounding against her.

"Hey, relax! My bad!" The large guy flipped over to stand on the ground, and they were all astonished by his massive size. He's six foot by five inches, and muscular like Miguel. It felt like they were looking at a variant of Miguel instead of Gabrielle's.

"Whoa, this dude is massive! Are you sure he's sixteen?" Miles 43 asked out loud being so in shock.

"Ain't no way he's a teenager!" Miles 1019 added.

"How old are you?" Miles 42 facing that tall Spider-man.

Gabriel looks at all the Miles glaring at him almost being scary. "Uhhh, Billie. Mari... help here?" He asked in a weak voice.

Billie 1613 went in front of the Miles seeing them looking upset, "It's alright, guys. Trust me, he's sixteen! It's just the Spider gene he got from his dad got him really big and strong like grr." She patted at her friend's back, "he's a great guy! He's one of my best friends."

"Qué? Just a friend?" Gabriel asked with his fingers tapping together being a bit nervous.

"Of course!" Billie happily said.

"Looks like it's not the Marianas and Miles that are naive." Gwen whispers in Pavtri's ear.

"I know right! It's kinda funny," He types into his blog about these facts then had his focus on the triplets with the Hobies. They seem so happy being around the children.

"I'm a big sister! I'm the oldest!" Mariana 2020 said to the Hobies.

Aaron and Karl nodded with one of the boys had his thumb in his mouth. Karl play with Hobie 138c's dreads, "Da-da?" He asked looking so confused.

The Hobies were ecstatic that they glanced over at the Miles. They wonder if they can get their Miles' pregnant if they-"Hey, stop whatever you're thinking! I see that look on those faces." Miguel 928 barked at them.

(Part 4)

[septembersghost]

Omfg.....I am in shambles. AOTG is too good. It has that plot of invisible string with the reference in paper rings fleshed out("without all the exes.........here so tall"). Her vocals 🤯🥵🥵. How could she leave this. This makes me sure that joe also had his share of 'all too wells'. Something she hinted in willow (show me the places where the others gave you scars). And the treat me like a lady😫😫. I feel like the bathroom reference is jake(party bathroom,cry tears mascara in the bathroom,etc..) The ready for it...? reference (I forget their names now).The leaving without saying goodbye part made me think of HS(Mainly because of her AYHTDWS speeches and breakup makeup). It is also important to note that she is not jealous of his exes but she is thankful they made him who he is today. For some reason this song feels like false god sound to me. God!!!! I wanna teach you what forever feels like is such a 'I wanna brainwash you into loving me forever" .

Ps. I feel like I am going to come to your ask box again if I want to scream something . Sorryyy💕💕

i love just reading this and nodding along, and for every argument about why she left it off the record (too many love songs, she uses its themes in other songs, lover was already too long, etc), i have two counterarguments. the first is, she has never actually addressed the concept of being thankful that the other girls in his life existed, because they helped him become who he is, plus the mention of his mom!, and there is something very warm and gracious and newly grown in that concept (i've seen people say this makes it too much like thank u, next, but they're quite different to me?), and, second, IT'S A GREAT SONG!!! WHY CUT THAT GOOD OF A SONG?! AHHHHH

i still think she could've opened the album with it to set the whole scene. iftye is...fine...but the callback to rep isn't entirely necessary and it doesn't do as much for the album's whole concept. imagine starting with the gratitude and then telling the rest of the story, the bookend with daylight, with once believing love was burning red, but it's golden! envision this with me please, it makes me lose it!

there are so many parallels and references to her past experiences, as you pointed out (even to glitch and "dudes who give nothing"), and the idea of "forgetting" can tie into the experience with CH as well. definitely think crying in the bathroom and leaving without saying goodbye are allusions to those relationships you mentioned, and her processing the way they fell apart so sharply contrasted with what she feels with joe. the reason i half-joked that this song would've ended so many arguments years ago is because it gives us an even more whole picture of them, and her maturity and the love they share as partners, it gives us that peek into the fact that he's had his share of heartbreak too, AND it has killer production and amazing vocals. i've been in the TRENCHES for lover and aotg would've simply proven those points!!! that's interesting that it feels like false god to you, i wonder if it would've helped false god feel less out of place sonically to some fans? (i loooove false god btw!) her sincerity and that feeling of contentment in the song too, i just! it's very "all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing" coded too.

another thing the leaks of aotg and need did was remind me how very much i love lover and its heart and the revelations she gave us through it and its soundscape. taylor's description: "Lover is, like, completely just a barn wood floor and some ripped curtains flowing in the breeze, and fields of flowers and, you know, velvet." i feel that SO vividly in these two tracks where i might not in a couple of the songs that did make the album, and i'm curious HOW she made those decisions. (secret unpopular opinion shhh but they reminded me why i actually cherish and prefer the overall sound of lover to midnights. not at all discounting midnights' strengths as a whole, but in my heart, i'd always choose lover.)

she paints such a beautiful portrait of their love and i adore every crumb we get of it, i am a simple hopeless romantic girl! every dead-end street lead you straight to me! because things that feel like endings take you a new path! i love you more!!! 😭

i'm rambling on, but i agree with everything you said, and please don't be sorry, come and scream in excitement to me whenever you want!!! 💖💖💖

[knuts-and-bolts]

yellowjackets as tma fear entities!!

Van- The Hunt: (obviously) girl’s rapidly going more and more feral and i love that for her. In an interview, Liv Henson talked about Van in season two dying on the inside and losing her humanity because she realizes that they have to survive one way or another. While many of the girls try to rely on humanity to save them, Van let’s her instinct take over and becomes more of a beast than a person. adult Van tries to hide it but there is a part of her (Lottie pointed it out in episode eight) that has died.

Tai- The Dark: my biggest influence on this one is Sammy. Tai’s biggest problem is that she sleepwalks and loses control of herself, especially at night. as an adult, she does so much to stay awake but still ends up becoming her own son’s nightmare. it reminds me of The Dark and how it’s specifically a fear that a lot of children have, and Tai has this childlike fear within her. The thing that Tai needs the most is reassurance and somebody to look after her even though she wants to be independent, which also just reminds me of innocence in a way.

Lottie- The Eye: My other top pick for her would be The Web, but I really the Eye fits better. Lottie has very big Tim energy in a very specific way. She doesn’t want to be a prophet, she doesn’t want the girls to follow or worship her, but she can’t stop it. Lottie can certainly see and understand things beyond what others can see and instead of being some kind of gift it scares the shit out of her. much like Tim, she wants to be martyr. Unfortunately, Lottie does not go kayaking. Something about her struggle with her visions and strange ability to just know things reminds me of the perverted nature of how Elias forces this power onto others.

Nat- The Hunt: While Van is closer to an avatar of The Hunt, Nat is a victim of it. Even before episode eight (when she literally is getting hunted) she’s the one they rely on for food, and reason she can do this goes back to horrific death of her father. The Hunt follows (hunts) her and she can do nothing to escape its inevitability. Adult Nat can still fell something following her, and goes to great lengths to prevent herself from thinking about it.

Shauna- The Slaughter: She says it herself a few times, Shauna wants to kill people. She’s the butcher of the group not because she’s good at it, but because she wants it. Shauna, sweet, browned-eyed Shauna, who tries so hard to push it down and pretend it isn’t there, wants to kill and tear flesh from bones.

Misty- The Spiral: At the very beginning, young Misty’s greatest fear is Loneliness. This might lead some to believe that she embodies the Lonely, but she doesn’t. Misty obsesses with the attention she gets and learns that she can manipulate people to love her in a sick and twisted way. While she fears loneliness, she embraces the insanity and deception of the Spiral, even as an adult.

Jackie- The End: Jackie is a girl who dies horribly. She is a vision of teenage girlhood and it’s innocence that hides behind surface level corruption. Jackie is afraid of so many things, but she’s terrified of dying. She’s so scared of her friends dying that she manages to survive for months longer than she should have. Like Nat, Jackie is a victim rather an avatar.

Laura Lee- The Web: Laura Lee fully believes that everything in her life is controlled by god. she thinks it’s her fault the plane crashed because she called somebody a cunt. When Laura Lee finally decides to do something about it, for possibly the first time in her life, she dies. Laura Lee’s every action is predestined, and when she steps out of line and does something unexpected, she burns to death.

Akilah- The Corruption: I wish we knew more about her, but Akilah is another victim here. She has a sense of wonder and joy even in the darkest times with Nugget. This is, of course, destroyed when she realized it’s been dead the whole time, and she follows the path many victims of the Corruption take. Like Matin with the Jane Prentiss stuff, Akilah physically curls up and tries to isolate and protect herself.

Ben- The Vast: Of course we need so Vast out here lost in the woods! Ben seems to feel the most isolated, which makes sense given that he’s an adult man stuck out there with all of these teenagers, none of which seem to know him well or care about him all that much. Even at home, Ben has nothing. There’s one scene that really sticks out to me about Ben being the Vast, and it’s when Misty stops him from jumping off the cliff. The best threat that Misty can come up with is to put him, thus further isolating him. even though he says “tell them” i noticed some fear there. Ben wants to be loved so badly that he hallucinates his boyfriend, but is so haunted by his loneliness that his hallucinations tell him to kill himself.

that’s all for now!! i’ll probably think of more later. if you read this far, i love you.