#like my dad left me in way too many fucking things to worry about right as i was waking up from a nap

[cryolyst]

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#i feel like a baby for whining about this but like im so disoriented rn #like my dad left me in way too many fucking things to worry about right as i was waking up from a nap #and then fucked off to bed. like what the hell did white shirt in kitchen mean. what the fuck am i meant to do #from the bottom of my heart. i want to fucking kill myself. #i feel like no one is fucking communicating with me. like can you fucking work with me. my fucking god. #how hard is it to just respond to me in a clear way. why did it take *** six hours today to fucking respond to me #is a fucking 'yes i will' so hard. did you have to give me anxiety for all 6 of those hours. you literally admit you read it and you'd #rather leave me in the dark and tell me later than just fucking!! communicate with me!!!!! just fucking take 5 seconds and tell me!!!!!!! #and then my dad had to get on my case yesterday about ****** ********* right after i said i was in the middle of taking care of it #like did you even fucking listen to me!!! i literally just answered what you asked!! leave me alone!!!!!!!!!!! #im actually so sick of everything right now. i gekhdbdjjdbdbbfbjsgvehbdbndnfb #FUCK. FUCK. FUCK!!!!!!!!!!! #oh great and i just remembered *** wanted something else from me tomorrow so i will have to do it again tomorrow 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 #ignore this

[melodygatesauthor]

Goodnight, Princess

Yandere Dad's Best Friend - Santiago Garcia X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - For @romana-after-dark's Dead Dove December event!

PLEASE READ TAGS/DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS FIC. THERE ARE DARK THEMES!

Summary

Your dad's best friend accidentally discovers that you're a sex worker. He tries to let it go, but it eats away at him until things go way too far.

This fic was written in first person from Santiago's perspective. I know that's not normally something I do, but if you give it a chance I think you'll like it hehe <3

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, non-con, dubious consent, rape, sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, masturbation, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, porn with some plot, smut, creampie, breeding kink if you squint, non-consensual somnophilia, intoxication, implied murder, dad's best friend, age gap, voyeurism, hidden cameras. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT (that means that what you see in the tags WILL be in the fic, don't act surprised when you get exactly what you were warned about.)

Word Count: 5.7k

I should’ve put a stop to it the second I realized it was you on the other side of that wall.

Don’t ask me how I knew. A good guess? A hunch? Maybe I’d known you so long that I could tell, based on some deep ingrained instinct, exactly what your lips would feel like wrapped around my cock. You sucked on it like you knew what you were doing, like it wasn’t a challenge for you to take something so big in that pretty little mouth.

I recognized the sound of your moans almost right away. The hum of your voice when you started sucking my dick was the same sound you made at dinner the other night when you popped a spoonful of mashed potatoes in your mouth. Does your dad know you’re doing this? Do you care? Do you ever worry about what he might say if he finds out?

Don’t worry princess, I'll keep your secret. 

Our secret.

I bet you never thought I would find out about your slutty little side job. To be entirely honest, I didn’t think I’d find you working at a place like this. If you know me at all, and I know for a fact that you do, then you’d know I’m a lonely man. Years of serving in the military and the endless night terrors have made it difficult to find any sort of real relationship, so I’ve given up. That doesn’t mean I don’t still have needs, sweetheart.

Everybody jerks off, and I’m no exception. I don’t even know how many nights I’ve been in my room, cock in hand while I watch some crappy porno to get myself off. Every once in a while though, I like to treat myself to a little something more. Most people treat themselves to some kind of dessert, or a nice bottle of wine, but I like to treat myself to a night at Club BJ where all the dirty men go to get their rocks off.

I never thought I’d find you there.

Not a chance in hell did I think for even a second that you would be sucking random cocks on the other side of a gloryhole to earn a few extra bucks. You’re so good at it though, princess. How did you learn to swirl your tongue like that? Hm? Was it all the boys at college who taught you how to do that? Did they tell you what a pretty little girl you are while your lips were stretched around them?

They better have. They better have said thank you when they finished all over that beautiful face too.

I couldn’t speak to you. I couldn’t let you know it was me on the other side of that wall, so I hope the $200 tip I left you gets the point across. 

When I got home tonight, you were running through my mind like a fucking hamster on a wheel. I’m not sure what to do now, but I can’t shake how bad I want to go back to the club for another round. I’d pay thousands, probably even tens of thousands, just to have more…

But I can’t do that. Not to you, and not to your dad.

That was the first and only time I’m going to know what it’s like to feel you sucking my cock.

—

There’s no possible way for you to know what you do to me, well, for you to know that it was me on the other side of the hole that you were making feel so fucking good. I’m coming back again, despite promising I wouldn’t. I’ve been trying so hard to let it go, but I fucking can’t. You’re like a goddamn siren luring me back to that shithole, and I can’t resist your call.

I’ll be back on Friday, because that’s the night they set the girls up with their asses sticking out through the wall. I would assume the club has you bent over some kind of table on the other side of that wall? I’m not sure, but Friday can’t come soon enough. I feel like I need you.

Maybe if you hadn’t looked at me the way you did when I saw you today at your dad’s for dinner. Were you looking at me like that on purpose, sweetheart? I mean, you must be…right? Or have I completely lost my shit?

I probably lost my shit, let’s be honest.

I’ve known your dad since high school. I even helped him beat up a guy that was hitting on your mom back when she and your dad had just started dating. I’m really not a bad guy, and I’ve never looked at you like this. I mean it. But how can I look at you any differently now? How can I look at you any differently after what you did to me? What you did for me.

“Santi, can you pass the butter?” You asked, looking at me, probably no different than usual but I couldn’t think of anything other than those pouty lips wrapped around my dick again.

Did you notice the way my hand shook when I handed you the butter dish? Maybe not, but they were trembling and to be honest it was fucking annoying. I’m a man in his late thirties and I can’t get a grip on the feelings I’m developing for my best friend's goddamn kid. It’s wrong, disgusting, hell I’d kill someone if you were my kid.

But you’re not, and I can’t fucking help it, even though I tried.

Maybe someday, if you ever find out about any of this, I’ll tell you about how much I hated myself (hell, I still hate myself sometimes), when I came home with that post nut clarity. That might’ve been the best blowjob of my life, but I stood in front of my mirror for a good ten minutes trying to tell myself that I’d never go back to that hellhole, Club BJs. I meant it with all my heart when I said it over and over like a mantra.

Now I’m stuck though. I’m stuck thinking about you bent over with a wall separating the top half of your body from the bottom with countless men fucking you until you’re so full of cum you looked like a damn overstuffed pastry. You deserve to feel good. You deserve to have at least one of those men be someone that cares about you.

I guess I’ll have to be the one to do it. I guess this is how I’ll justify doing something I know I shouldn’t.

I’ll see you on Friday, princess.

—

It makes me feel a little bit better to know that every man in there is at least checked for STDs before he gets to fuck you. Surely you wouldn’t have signed up to work at a place like this if they weren’t. You’re smart, you’ve always been so smart. It’s one of the things I admire most about you.

Still not clever enough to know that I was one of those men who stood behind you that night. In fact, I was your last customer of the night. Your pussy was so puffy and swollen, those guys really stretched you out and fucked you good didn’t they? Don’t worry, princess, I took good care of you and gave your little hole a break. I won’t lie, it took everything in me not to use you the way they did, but I’ll do that another time.

Tonight I was on my knees for you, grabbing onto both of your asscheeks and spreading you out so I could clean up the mess those filthy men made of my little princess. You sounded so surprised, I heard you gasp, when I started eating you out. Did you like that? It sounded like you did. I could feel your thighs shaking and at some point you even started rocking back and forth like you wanted more.

Maybe you wanted me to fuck you. Were you hoping that the mystery man on the other side of the wall would clean you up and then fuck his own cum into you too? Or maybe you were happy to have the break. Either way, I licked your swollen clit until I could hear your pretty moans on the other side and feel your cunt throbbing against my tongue. Your slick tastes so good sweetheart, can’t believe you made something so delicious all by yourself.

“You’re not going to fuck me?” You asked me. I could almost hear the desperation in your voice, like you were begging me to come back and take you.

“No.” I said firmly, faking a deeper voice than my own.

Next time I will though, don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll fuck you so good you won’t want anyone else.

—

The same night I ate you out I rushed home to jerk off. It sounds crude to say, but fuck I couldn’t help it. The taste of your pussy was still on my lips. I could still smell you soaked into the stubble on my chin and upper lip. I’m making a mental note to snag a pair of your panties when I come over for the barbecue at your dad’s tomorrow night. Maybe that will help get me through this mess I’m in. Maybe it will help me stop this shit.

I know I can’t keep doing this, but the feeling I get when I’m scrolling through your instagram photos from last summer in your bikini with my cock squeezed in my hand is incredible. I’m looking at those perfect tits hidden beneath such a thin layer of fabric, and your pretty rear is barely covered at all.

When I came it’s like I was possessed, blowing up a picture of your face just so I could imagine myself coating it in all of me. I don’t even really want to talk about how hard it was to clean that mess off my phone.

I feel like I’m losing myself in the depraved thoughts and fantasies I’m having of you. I woke up with soaked sheets and I thought I fucking pissed myself, but I didn’t, it was…something else. I’d dreamt of you. I can’t remember exactly what was happening in that dream, but it must’ve been good, and I’m annoyed that I still can’t remember what it was about.

—

A small part of me, the part of me that still had some morals left, was hoping you’d be working your day job. (honestly I can’t even remember what your day job is, aren’t you a housekeeper? Or a waitress or something?) At least if you were working I wouldn’t have to see you. I wouldn’t have to think about you more than I already was. Not to mention, I wouldn’t have had to sit there and watch you laugh with your ‘friend’ that you’d invited over.

You told your dad when you introduced him, “we’re just friends dad.”

You said it with such an attitude that both your dad and I knew better. You might’ve thought you were just friends, but that guy wanted more, and I knew you were going to give it to him. I could tell by the way you looked at him when you thought no one was paying attention.

I bet you didn’t think I’d hear you both making out in your room that night, but your moans call me now like a moth to a flame. The other barbecue guests had gone home, and your dad was drunk and passed out in his recliner, and I heard you faintly over the hum of the crappy reality show on tv. I didn’t pause the show, I didn’t want to wake up your dad, so I went upstairs silently, masked by the sound on the tv.

Initially, I wanted to walk in there and rip this kid off of you, giving him a few vicious but empty threats before sending him on his way with his tail between his legs. Your voice stopped me in my tracks though.

“Shh, I don’t want my dad to hear us,” you whispered, followed by a sweet giggle.

He won’t, princess. I thought, as though it were me you were talking to and not this loser.

You’d left your bedroom door open, per your dad’s request, such a good little girl. Despite being a grown woman, you still did what your daddy told you, and that’s the only reason I was able to hide in the bathroom and hear you get fucked while I jerked off and imagined I was with you instead of…whatever the fuck his name is.

“Oh god!” You whined, making my body shudder.

That guy doesn’t talk much, and that made it all the easier for me to imagine myself in his place.

When you said, “mm, harder, please…”

I was right there to say, “anything you want, sweetheart.”

I tried to move my hand in time with the light thump of your bed against the wall. It helped. What didn’t help was the fact that I could tell how little you were enjoying yourself. You were making the same sounds you made when you were ass out at the gloryhole. I knew I could do better, I knew I could make your body shake with pleasure like when I was kneeling down behind you with my tongue working overtime on your sensitive clit.

You were pretty good at faking it though, good enough that I was a leaking mess, precum dripping all down my shaft while I worked myself behind the wall your bedroom shared with the bathroom. I really wanted to go in there, tell that guy to get lost and give you the night of your life, but I didn’t. Instead I stood there, spilling a few globs of cum into some toilet paper and calling it good enough.

I was quick to head back downstairs before you even knew I was up there in the first place. That guy had the audacity to say goodnight to me in the kitchen on his way out the door. I let that go pretty quickly because then it was just you and me alone in the kitchen while your dad slept soundly in the living room.

You have no idea how badly I wanted to ask you for the pleasure of taking care of you, of making sure that you got off too, but I bit my tongue. Instead we made small talk about how your college was going and you asked me about Benny, Frankie and Will. 

For a moment I had forgotten about all the things that transpired between us, or that I’d done while thinking about you, and you were just my best friend’s kid again. We were just two people who had known each other for a long time, catching up and making small talk. Then you had to bend over in your shorts, and my cock ignored its usual refractory period to spring alive and nag for attention again.

“You okay, Santi?” You’d asked so innocently, as if I didn’t know what that mouth was capable of, or what that body could take.

“I’m fine, sweetheart.”

I’m not fucking fine, but that doesn’t matter.

—

You slept like a rock that night, not even stirring in the slightest when I grabbed your panties out of your hamper by the closet. They didn’t look particularly fancy, so I assume you won’t miss them, will you? Doesn’t matter anyway, you’d never expect that I’m the one who took them.

I can’t even begin to tell you how disgusting I felt when I got home the next morning and I had placed your panties on my bed in front of me like a prize I’d won. I think I stared at them for at least a full ten minutes before I picked them up again and put them in my nightstand. I’ve never been a “panty sniffer” and I tried to convince myself that just knowing I had them in my possession was enough.

Have you ever read The Tell-Tale Heart? I remember when I was in high school I had to, and it stuck with me for some reason. Your underwear in my nightstand reminded me of that story in some ways. It’s like all I could hear were your moans in my ears and no matter where I went in the house the temptation to smell the remnants of your cunt on that fabric was following me.

So finally, here I am, two weeks after you first sucked my cock, and I can shamefully admit that I did it. I smelled them, and sweetheart, you smell so much better without all that cum inside of you. Of course the panties can’t compare to the real thing, which I don’t know if I’ll ever smell without six loads of spend inside, but god I hope I get the privilege one day.

Or maybe I hope I don’t.

I’m still so torn between the fact that you’re my best friend’s kid, and the way I want to bury my dick so far in that pretty little cunt that you’re seeing stars.

—

I was first in line tonight. It’s Friday night so your ass was out again and untouched this time. You weren’t wet yet which excited me for some reason. It meant I got to have the honors of making you nice and slick.

My hand looks so big against your ass, princess. I wish I could show you. That was me who rubbed your clit, making you shake and whine for more on the other side of the wall. I’m the one who slipped my thick middle finger in that greedy little hole, and then my index finger, and then the ring finger.

I’m guessing you liked it based on how slippery you got, and how much you moaned on the other side. Do you know how dedicated your customers are? One of them got pissed at me for taking too long with you. I can’t say I blame them, your pussy is perfect sweetheart.

God the feeling of sliding my dick between those pretty pussy lips is like nothing I’ve ever felt. As I bottomed out, I felt your walls were squeezing around me like you wanted me deeper, so of course I pushed in more, all the way until I couldn’t go further. You gasped like you hadn’t felt a hundred dicks inside you before mine. 

I slid back again and slammed into you. I heard you begging me to keeping going, and saying, “fuck you’re good, holy shit!”

It was so hard not to say all the filthy things I wanted to when I fucked you, princess. I wanted to tell you how good you looked like that, pussy lips split around my cock like it wanted to swallow me whole. I wanted to ask you if you would like me to stick my thumb in your ass but decided to just try it anyway and see how you reacted.

You liked it.

At least it seemed like you did, your cunt clamped down around my dick like a damn vice grip the moment my thumb popped through your tight little hole. Did you like having something in your ass sweetheart? It’s shocking how tight you are, given how often I know you’re getting fucked. Some of the guys coming in behind me were big, some even bigger than me, but you don’t like them as much as you do when I fuck you, right? Of course not, because you don’t sound like that when you’re with them.

I caught a small glimpse of your eye through the hole. There was a small gap between the wall and your hips and you were looking at the same time I was. Did you see me? Did you have time to realize who I was? Did you come right then and there because you liked the idea of your dad’s best friend fucking you until you were too spent for anyone else?

Your orgasm forced me to come at the same time you did. I can’t even begin to tell you what it felt like to spill my load inside of you like I’d wanted to for so long. I remember so clearly being pushed up against your ass, pulling my thumb out of your hole so I could squeeze your hips and pull you over my dick further. It’s like I was willing every ounce of it to fill you up so full that no one else could. It’s like I was trying to make sure that when you look in the mirror a few months from now, you’ll remember the feeling of the man who fucked a baby into you.

I’m not an idiot. Well, I am, but I know that you’re on birth control. I know that no matter how many times I fuck you, the chances of you actually getting pregant are slim, not that I’d want to get you pregnant anyway. That would be too much, and I don’t want to go too far.

I’m not going to go too far.

—

I went to your house today.

I already had an excuse planned if I somehow got caught while you and your dad were out. If you or your father saw me, I’d say I came back for my hat. It’s not a total lie, I did leave my hat behind, but neither of you needed to know it was on purpose.

Do you realize how much dust has collected on the little stuffed bear you have on the shelf facing directly across from your bed, sweetheart? I doubt it, but it does make for the perfect place to put the small camera I bought.

I feel so fucking gross I can hardly stand to look at myself. But I can’t stand not to watch you touch yourself either. The glory hole is great, but I want to see that pretty face when you’re coming so hard you can’t breathe right, and I can’t do that when I’m on the other side of a fucking wall can I?

Seeing you later that night while I was at my own house, fist closed around my cock and watching you play with yourself is worth all the self loathing in the world. I had the camera feed pulled up on my laptop, and I could see you walking over to your dresser. God, what an array of toys you have. Do you have all those toys because you like them? Or is it because you haven’t found someone who knows their way around your body yet?

If it’s the latter, I promise you won’t need those things once I’m done with you.

Fuck, princess. The one you picked out is so damn big. I’ve seen you fit some pretty big cocks in that little hole, but I was shocked to see you squeezing lube around the head of that thing and gliding it over your pussy lips. You took a deep breath. Does it hurt to take such a fat silicone dick like that? 

Fuck, I’m glad I put the camera where I did. Who had you so wet like that? Hm? Were you thinking about anyone in particular? Can you even get that entire dildo in there? I hated to admit how much I liked watching you struggle. My cock leaked so fucking much I thought I was going to come too fast, but I kept it together.

You finally pushed it in, and I’m so damn proud of you princess. You had a really hard time going all the way though, didn’t you? That tight little pussy of yours was stretched to its limit and you were only halfway in there. Why do you even have a dildo that size if you can’t get it all the way in your cunt? Are you trying to stretch yourself out for someone? You don’t have to stretch yourself for me, I’d be happy to take care of that for you myself.

I watched you push it in even more, I was so focused on the furrow of your turned up brow and the way you bit your lip while I stared. We both exhaled the moment you managed to fit the entire thing in. Your eyes rolled back like it was the best thing you’d ever felt. You really do enjoy being stuffed full, don’t you, sweetheart?

You started fucking yourself with it, the sounds of your wet cunt hit my ears like the sweetest music I’d ever heard. I stroked myself in time with your movements, my eyes focused right on your face, and my cock throbbed every time you moaned. Wasn’t your dad home tonight? Shouldn’t you be a bit quieter when you’re doing stuff like that? Maybe you just don’t care if he hears you.

You started fucking yourself faster so of course I was jerking myself harder, trying to keep up with you without losing it too quickly. It didn’t take long for you to come though. Did you like the feeling of that toy that much? You gushed around it, you choked back some moans but several other soft whimpers escaped, filling your room and hitting my ears through the camera feed. I came too, coating my knuckles and my stomach with so much cum I didn’t know I was even capable of producing that much.

Why’d you have to ruin it? Huh?

It was such a good fucking orgasm for both of us, and then I heard you say a name. It wasn’t my name though, was it, princess? I don’t know why that bothers me so fucking much. Maybe it’s because in some twisted way I’ve managed to convince myself that you were putting on that private show just for me. So if you did do it for me, then I don’t want to hear you saying some other guy’s name while you’re fucking your self like that sweetheart. 

I just don’t.

—

I lost it today.

I really fucking lost it today, princess.

I found that guy. You know the one who fucked you the other night while I jerked off in the bathroom? That ‘friend’ of yours? The one whose name you called out instead of mine?

I found him.

I…

—

Did you miss me, sweetheart? I’m sorry, but I had to leave for a while, at least until things quieted down, and until you weren’t sad anymore. I know I should feel bad, but I don’t. I would probably do it again a thousand times if I had to.

You seemed fine during dinner at your dad’s tonight. I don’t really think you were that upset over the guy anyway, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to hear his name come out of that pretty mouth again. Ever.

After too much wine during (and after) dinner, I carried you upstairs. You never could handle your liquor. Remember when you were only eighteen and I would let you sneak a few shots under your old man’s nose when he wasn’t looking? Your dad was sleeping when I put you down gently in your bed. Your skin is so fucking soft it killed me to step away from you.

Your eyes opened for a moment meeting with mine. I felt my gut stir at the sight of you biting your lip. Why were you doing that to me? Didn’t you know how that would affect me? I couldn’t resist the way you looked at me that night. No one would’ve been able to. It’s not fair for you to put me in that position and expect that I’m just going to walk away. When I think back to it, this was all your fault, princess.

“Santi,” you said sweetly.

I almost climbed on top of you right then when you grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer. I almost grabbed your throat and fucked you through your shorts, but I held back.

“What, princess?” I asked you, putting a caring hand on your shoulder, trying to fight back my more primal urges screaming in my head.

You shivered, “I-mm-need something towearto mm-bed,” you slurred out.

I could see the curve of your hip disappear into your too-short shorts. I really don’t want you going out in public wearing things like that. I gave you my shirt to keep you warm. I hope it’s comfortable, sweetheart, I can’t let you go cold, can I? When I leaned down to put it over your head, I felt such a fucking ache in my chest when your face appeared again through the hole. Such a pretty babygirl.

“Thank you,” you smiled contentedly and snuggled into your pillows.

I gulped, “princess,” I whispered, slowly creeping my fingers toward the hem of your shorts where they rested on your waist.

“Hm?” You hummed, but you weren’t really awake anymore, from what I could tell.

When I touched your soft, exposed hip you didn’t stir at all, and when I slipped my fingers underneath your panties, then your shorts, you didn’t make a sound. When I pushed both down to your ankles and dropped them on the floor, you didn’t open your eyes. You didn’t have any fucking clue what I was going to do to you, did you?

Did you feel my fingers when I slipped them between your thighs and felt your little wet cunt? I bet you did, even if you didn’t realize you were feeling it. I thought I would wake you up for sure when I pushed you onto your back and climbed over you. And when that didn’t wake you up, I thought, without a doubt, that when I pulled my cock out and touched it against your slick pussy lips your eyes would shoot open and you’d catch me in the act.

You didn’t though, you stayed deep in your drunken sleep, and I could get away with doing anything I wanted to you.

I’m still wondering what I would’ve done if you’d caught me. What would I say? How would I justify this feeling I craved that only you could satisfy? Would I even need to say anything? Surely you would recognize the feeling of the cock that made you come so good in that glory hole. Surely you’d be desperate for me to keep going.

Being able to look at your face, even if you were asleep, while I slid my dick into your wet heat made my brain stop fucking working. I couldn’t even think. It was like my body just took over, hips rocking into you over and over without a care in the world for how loud the bed was creaking.

You still didn’t feel anything when I dipped down and kissed you, my hips still thrusting slowly against you. This isn’t a Disney movie, and I’m no prince charming, but you’re still my little princess, aren’t you? You’re like my personal sleeping beauty, except my soft kisses didn’t wake you from your drunken slumber.

Thank god.

I kissed all the way down your jawbone until I got to your neck. You’re so soft, and you smell so nice. I kinda wish you’d been awake so I could’ve heard you whimper and whine in my ear. I want to hear you tell me how good it feels to have my cock slamming into your pussy, sweetheart. I want to feel your lips on my neck, my chest, all over my body.

“You take me so well, princess.” I whispered in your ear, hoping that somewhere deep in your dreams you’d hear my words and know I was inside you. “You feel so good, I can’t stop. Never felt anything-so-fucking-g-good-I-f-fuck…”

I came so much that when I pulled back my cum poured out of you as if my cock was a dam holding back a river. I still wonder if I should’ve cleaned you up, but I didn’t. Maybe you’d remember that I was the one who brought you upstairs and you’d put the pieces together.

I can imagine it now, you waking up in the morning with a dried up substance between your thighs. You might not know what it is right away, but I’m sure when you go to the bathroom and notice the hickeys peppered all over your neck, you’ll know that something must’ve happened to you the night before.

I’m not sure what to do now.

I need to have you for myself, that much is clear. The thought of someone else touching you ever again is killing me, so I have to take you. I’ll take you away from all this shit, and I’ll take good care of you. You won’t have to work at that nasty place anymore, I’ll be sure of that. And please don’t worry, princess. When your dad is looking for you, and he needs a friend to help him through the tough times, and the times he’s missing you, I’ll be that friend. He will only be sad for a little while. 

If things go wrong, and someone finds this…well I guess it’s a journal isn’t it? I won’t be able to deny the things I’ve done. I should burn it, but I can’t bring myself to do that. When I read it back, it’s almost like I can relive our time together. Someday I might show you this so you can understand why I did what I had to do, why I have to keep you.

Until then, I hope you sleep well tonight, your final night in your childhood home. I hope you enjoy your last breakfast with your loving dad, and that the two of you don’t argue before he leaves for work. Make sure you give him a kiss on the cheek and tell him you love him, because I’ll be over before he gets home from work.

Goodnight, princess.

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Meaningless?

Toji x reader drabble angst lol.

"Well what are we?"

That question, how Toji hated it. He was never the type to do labels, ever since his ex wife had passed.

"How many times did I tell you to stop asking me that dumbass question y/n?"

He got up from the bed leaving you there alone.

"Well it would be nice to know? You act like you love-"

"Get out." He huffed while putting his clothes back on. He hated that too. He hated that word. Love. He felt as if he wasn't capable of loving ever since his ex wife had died.

You couldn't stop the tears from falling, it had been a very emotional week and this was definitely one way to end it.

"Well then stop fucking calling my phone!" You slapped his chest before walking out of his room.

You walked pass his son who was around 12, he definitely knew the troubled situation you had been put in with his dad.

"Y/n..." you stopped your tracks as you heard Megumi mutter your name. You wiped your tears quickly and put up a smile.

"Hmm?" you asked him keeping an eye out to see if his dad had been coming.

"I'm sorry, for my dad he's still-" He tries to apologize for his dad.

"You don't need to apologize for him, I still like you don't worry" you mess his hair up.

"What about my dad? Do you still love him? I don't want you to leave."

Oh how this had made the situation worse, you loved children. Seeing Megumi going through this at such a young age broke your heart even more.

"I don't know, but I really have to leave-"

"Please don't y/n, it gets lonely here." you could see the tears threatening to fall from the young boys eyes.

You kneeled down to his level and gave him a big hug while crying even harder. "I'm sorry." you whispered in his ear before getting back up to leave.

-

Toji pov

He noticed how your footsteps abruptly stopped, And how the front door hadn't open yet.

Megumi had probably stopped you. So he quietly walked out to see what you two had possibly been whispering about.

"What about my dad? Do you still love him? I don't want you to leave."

Those words ached his heart, but it hurt even more listening to your response.

"I don't know."

Seeing the moment you two had shared lit something up within Toji, he never was home. Always busy with work, but you were more than happy to watch Megumi whenever Toji asked. He didn't realize how much of an impact you were to Megumi.

Seeing the vacant look on his sons face once you walked out, it had changed something in Megumi. When he turned to look at his father. It was a cold expressionless look on his face.

No words were exchanged but he could tell that Megumi was the least of happy right now.

-

"Eat your food Megumi, how many days has it been since you've actually eaten." Toji placed the plate of food in front of his face.

"I don't need a Nanny. I'm old enough to watch myself after school you know that right." Megumi muttered while playing with his food.

"Well what's with the sudden switch up? When y/n-"

"Y/n wasn't a nanny." Megumi cut him off.

Toji furrowed his brows, this attitude that was suddenly being brought out of Megumi.

"She actually cared about me, about us." And with that Megumi got up and left the full plate and walked over to his room where he had always been locking himself up ever since you left.

-

Your pov

You cried, drank and slept late.

That was your schedule after work, everyday the same thing. Toji made you feel so loved, yet he claimed he doesn't feel anything towards you.

It was your final straw with him, you had blocked his number and all of his socials. Maybe it was childish, but he's made you feel like this one too many times.

-

Tojis pov

He hated to admit that he had to move on from his diseased wife, and making you feel that way because of his feeling wasn't right. He loved you. He would do anything. He just can't, it feels wrong to betray his ex wife.

But even Megumi, his own son. He was ready to move on. Megumi loves you just as much as Toji loves you.

*knock*

He enters his sons room. He heard the small sniffles coming from Megumi. It shattered Toji's heart. "What's wrong Megumi, talk to me please."

"Leave me alone." Megumi scoffed.

"Megumi just tell me please." Toji sighed sitting on Megumi's bed.

"She made me feel how Mama made me feel, and you just push her away when all she was doing was treating us like real family." Megumi kept his gaze away from Toji.

He clenched his jaw. Stopping himself from wanting to cry. All he could do is get up and leave Megumi's room into his own.

He dialed and dialed but straight to voicemail. He couldn't help but slam his phone against the floor leaving it shattered. The tears slowly start fall.

He took advantage, you would always tell him you were done with his bullshit but you never actually really wanted to leave him. Excpet this time, blocking him on everything you possibly had.

Toji wasn't one to give up though. He grabbed his car keys and made his way out the door.

-

Your pov

It was thunder storming. You had the windows open, the small yellow tinted lights on, and a big glass of wine in hand.

You knew this cycle of drinking had to stop soon, it wasn't healthy nor cheap. But it was a way to escape from that feeling that lingers onto you every time you leave Toji's house crying.

A loud knock echoed your apartment.

You open your door to see Toji soaked in water and gasping for air. His face was written in such a saddened look. You weren't really used to it.

"What are you doing here?" You slurred your words as you put the wine bottle down on a counter next to you.

"Are you drunk?" Toji asked.

"Toji...what are you doing here."

"You're coming with me." He grabbed your wrist.

"You are not taking me anywhere, because whatever was going on with us is over. So goodbye Toji."

"No it's not y/n...Because i fucking need you." Toji's voice cracked as his tears were threatening to fall again seeing the type of state he left you in.

"We need you, Megumi needs you more than anything."

"And I want you to stay there, with me and Megumi for the rest of our lives. Because I love you and I want you to be the one to care for us and love us."

"Toji I-"

"Fuck y/n...I'll even put a fucking ring onto your finger and marry you!" He cries out leaning in to embrace you.

-

"Y/n!" Megumi jumps onto you and his dad when he saw you in the room. It was the morning after Toji's confession. You went with him hoping things he said were actually meaningful.

"I missed you so much." he hugged you tightly.

"I missed you wayyy more." You laugh and hug him even tighter.

"Wait here!" Megumi ran out the room shutting the door leaving you and Toji alone again.

"I'm sorry...for everything I put you through." Toji hugged you tightly and kissed your head.

"I love you...fiance." He whispers the last part.

"I love you too." He kisses you more passionately and meaningfully than usual.

"Here is breakfast in bed!" Megumi brings in a big bowl of cereal and a cup of orange juice.

"Only for y/n though because you don't really deserve one yet dad." He places the bowl of cereal next to you and lays down Between you and Toji.

You laughed at his savage side comment, while Toji scoffed.

"I love you though, both of you." Megumi murmured.

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Part 3 ex-boyfriend's dad!harry teaser

Part 3 is up on Patreon but will be posted here on tumblr at a later date! Enjoy this 1.9k word teaser xoxo

. . .

Harry thought he’d feel more guilty once the reality of what he was doing hit him. Fucking his son’s ex-girlfriend. But instead, he only felt delighted that you were even interested. He was disappointed in Tyler, to be honest. The more he learned about how he’d treated you, the less Harry was worried about what Tyler might think. His son never deserved you.

And he wasn’t just excited that he had an open invitation for kinky hot sex with a lovely young woman who wanted to learn the ropes but he was also excited because you were sweet and he trusted you. You trusted him just the same which was why it was such a fantastic arrangement.

When he saw your text the moment he left your apartment - Can you come over tonight? He couldn’t stop grinning to himself all day.

So he packed a bag on the off chance you’d want him to stay the whole weekend, and he had a few things he wanted to bring that he could introduce you to.

You were already raring to go the moment you let him into your apartment. You wanted to try so many things and get started right away but Harry had other plans as he pulled you in by your neck and planted a big kiss on your lips as he dropped his leather duffel bag by the front door.

“Let’s talk first. Okay? Remember I told you we’d go over rules and boundaries? We still need to do that.” He pushed you toward your couch, walking you backward with his hand wrapped around the front of your throat.

That gesture of dominance alone had you hot. And Harry could tell you liked it.

You both sat on your couch, “Sorry. Just got so excited. I trust whatever you like and want to try.”

Harry grinned, “I’m excited too,” he softly smoothed his hand up your thigh, “Just want to get a few things out of the way first and then we can get to it.”

You nodded and angled yourself toward him, “Okay. You’re right.”

“I know I am,” he squeezed your thigh, “How was work?”

You laughed, “Work? Is that what you want to talk about?”

Harry sighed and sat back against the cushion, “Yeah. Why not? Are you in a hurry and suggesting we don’t have time to talk about how our day was?”

“No. I didn’t mean that. I’m not in a hurry. Just thought… I don’t know,” you shrugged, “I think it would be nice to talk. I didn’t really know what to expect when you got here I guess.”

“Well, let’s start with this,” he rubbed his hand over the top of your thigh in this way that had you feeling a little calmer. “So tell me how your day was.”

You recounted various parts of your day, but nothing that was particularly interesting. The most fascinating thing had been Harry, obviously. And now he was sitting on your couch with a hand on your thigh and his eyes searing into you.

“And what about you? How was your day?” You hesitantly put your hand over Harry’s and began to play with his rings.

“Normal. Except for the little secret I carried with me all day. Couldn’t stop thinking about last night. How do you feel about everything?”

You lifted your bum to tuck your leg underneath yourself and licked your lips, “Well… I liked everything you did. I had a lot of fun. I want more.”

Harry watched you wiggle and adjust your seating with a smirk, “Okay. We can do more. Are you feeling sad about Tyler or anything like that?”

You shook your head, “No. Absolutely not. I think you kind of erased him from my mind. It’s already better with you.”

He nodded, “Cause if we keep seeing each other, at some point, there’s a chance he’s going to find out. If I have you over one night I’m not gonna want you to keep quiet,” he brought a hand up to your jaw, “I don’t want to rub it in his face or anything, but we can only keep so quiet can’t we?”

You grinned and nodded. Just the thought of your ex hearing his dad fucking you made you wet. What was wrong with you?

“Let’s talk about using colors for things you like and don’t like. Yeah?”

You nodded again.

“Green means you like everything I’m doing. With no hesitation. I’ll ask you occasionally what your color is and if you’re green we’ll keep going. Understood?”

Another nod of your head as you kept your eyes pinned to his.

“Good. Yellow and red will stop everything. For yellow, if you ever feel like you might not like something but you aren’t sure, that’s yellow. We’ll talk about it and change it up if we need to or explore it more if you want. You need to say yellow if you ever get to the point of being unsure and you don’t need to wait for me to check in. Got it?”

“Yes.”

“Now red means we’re done with the session. That means I’ve gone too far and didn’t pay attention to your cues. We’ll discuss what went wrong and we’ll never do it again. It means you unquestionably did not like something and that it’s not something you ever want to try again. You’ll say red even if I don’t check in if you get to this point. However, we want to avoid red. That’s what yellow is for. Red means we’re not in synch and this won’t work if we’re not communicating. Makes sense?”

You nodded again.

“Now, explain to me what your colors mean. I want to make sure you understand it clearly so there’s no confusion when it’s needed.”

You cleared your throat and spoke, with as much confidence as you could muster. You already knew about the traffic light system but you’d never been in a relationship where it was going to be used. You appreciated Harry’s thoroughness.

“Green means all good and that I like what’s happening. If something doesn’t feel as good that I want to come back to later or like… I’m not sure if I enjoy it I’ll say yellow. And red means I don’t like something. I’ll tell you my color when you check in but if I feel yellow or red I’ll tell you right away without waiting for you to check. And… red is something we want to avoid,” you licked your lips and nodded.

“Very good. Anything you want to ask or say before we get started? I can just feel the excitement bubbling off of you honey.”

You laughed and looked down at your lap before tilting your head back up to look at him, “I just want you to kind of lead. I loved giving you a blow job last night. I want more of that. Want it like… maybe, even more rough today. I just want to feel like,” you puffed out an embarrassed laugh, “Want to feel like I’m being used. Kind of like you need to teach me a lesson or something. Like I’ve been bad.”

“Oh yeah? You like to be punished then? Maybe you want Daddy to tell you how bad you’ve been? What a naughty girl you are. Only way to set you straight is to fuck your face and spank your ass?” He had a teasing grin on his face.

You swallowed and nodded, “Yeah. Exactly.” You ran your hand up his thigh and kept your eyes on his.

“Do you feel like only good girls get to have orgasms, Y/n?”

You nodded again, “Yeah. Only when I’m good I’m allowed.”

Harry grinned and hummed, “I think I see. Go into your bedroom and take all of the toys out that you like to use on yourself. Line them up on your bed for me so I can take count.”

You got up from the couch and Harry followed you to your bedroom and watched as you pulled a large box from your dresser and then laid it on your bed.

Removing each of your toys and placing them on your comforter.

There was your basic silicon dildo, then the slim one you used on yourself for anal. You had three plugs in different sizes, a clit sucker that had lost charge the last time you used it, a normal-sized purple vibrator, a massaging wand (that was meant to be a back massager but you’d never used it for its intended purpose) then a tiny pocket vibrator you’d only used a handful of times. Plus condoms, lube, and a leather strap that could double as a collar and leash in one.

Harry watched you straighten out everything and picked up the leather strap, “Is this a leash?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I bought it last year but I’ve never used it. Thought it would be fun to try but… well I didn’t want to use it alone in case something went wrong.”

He nodded and kept the leather in his hands as he looked at everything else you had lined up.

“Good. This is excellent. You’ve got some great toys here. Which is your favorite?”

You laughed and ran your hands over the basic vibrator, “I love this. It just vibrates my insides and it’s quiet so I can use it even if my roommate is home. Also this,” you picked up your clit sucker, “It works super fast. Can make me come in like two minutes if I’m in a hurry.”

Harry smiled and took the clit sucker from you to click it on but it was dead.

“Oh… it ran out of charge. I use it a lot.”

He dropped it on your bed and looked you up and down, “Bet you do. Poor thing didn’t ever get her pussy licked properly. Had to take care of herself. But Daddy’s here for that now. Isn’t he?”

You watched his jaw clench as he stepped directly in front of you and he cupped your chin in his palm as you nodded.

“Anything else you use that isn’t here?”

It was like he could read your mind somehow. Like he could see it on your face that you had a little secret.

You nodded and felt your face heat up, “Yeah. One more thing.”

Harry cocked his head, “And where is it?”

You laughed quietly and looked away from his eyes, “It’s in my… bottom.”

He released your face and took a step back, “Get your clothes off.”

You pulled your shirt off quickly and then your pants before moving your hands up to the band of your bra to take it off. You watched Harry closely as you removed every article of fabric that covered you until your panties were on the floor and you were standing naked before him.

“Well? Are you going to show me willingly or do you need me to force you to bend over so I can see what it is you have tucked in your bum?”

Harry knew very well what you had inside of your ass. You had a fourth plug and he wanted to see it. Liked that you’d put it in when you knew he was coming over. You were indeed a dirty little thing and he was going to have a lot of fun with you.This was what you liked. It’s what you had been wanting. Something about his tone made it clear that he was in charge. The spike of adrenaline that notched its way up every vertebra in your spine gave you a disjointed, hazy sensation that spread over your limbs.

. . .

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[kiseiakhun]

For long, long seconds, Roy considers ignoring the shrill beep at his bedside. And then he groans and rolls over, groping for his phone and squinting at the bright glare. K. Rayner, it says, to his mild alarm. He can't remember the last time he talked to Kyle one on one. Years, probably. If he's calling it must be important.

"H'llo?" He asks, staring directly at the dim night light to try and wake himself up.

"Roy!" In contrast to his sleep-rough rasp, Kyle sounds way too chipper. "You said Hal was sort of like your second dad, right? I'm so sorry."

"... did you seriously call me at," he pulls the phone away from his cheek, glancing at the time, "three in the morning just to say that?"

"What? No. Of course not. Why would I do that?" Kyle's words trip into each other like they can't come out fast enough. "Look, uh." And then he falls quiet.

Roy waits.

And waits.

And waits.

"Rayner."

"Don't get mad, okay?"

"Kyle," Roy almost snaps, in the same tone he uses when Lian gets too rambunctious.

"Okay, so." Another too-long beat of silence. "Do you know why Hal would just... leave out the window after we... uh..."

Roy tries to not jump to conclusions. He really tries. "After you...?"

"After we, uh. We. Are you really going to make me say it?"

"You slept with Hal?!"

"Hey," Kyle says defensively, "you said you wouldn't be mad!"

"... and he jumped out the window?"

"Well, not right after, but - but. Yeah." Kyle groans. "What the fuck, Roy? Why would he do that?"

Roy can't help it. He laughs. He laughs and doesn't stop laughing for at least a solid minute. "Oh, man," he says, once he stops, "you must be an awful lay."

"You know I'm not!" Kyle had been waiting in sullen silence, and he sounds nothing if not like a petulant teenager. Roy can picture him pouting on the other side of the line. "It was good! It was - it was really, really good, actually, and then he just," and his tone abruptly drops from animated to sounding like a kicked puppy, "and then he just left."

Roy wipes the tears from his eyes and tries to be serious, because Kyle does sound a little upset, but mostly he just seems baffled. "Sorry, man, I don't know. You could ask Ollie."

"I am not asking Ollie." And now he sounds horrified.

"Dinah?"

"You're no help," Kyle groans.

"Did he really go out the window? He didn't leave a note or anything?"

"No," Kyle bit out. "And that was half an hour ago, so I'm pretty sure he's not coming back."

"Sorry. I'll ask him if I see him again."

"Don't - you know what? Sure. Go ahead and ask him."

"Could be mind control," Roy says absently, wondering how much Kyle would kill him if he told Wally. And Hal, actually. Hal would kill him first. Nah, the risk is not worth it. ...maybe. Maybe it's a little worth it. "Maybe you should suit up and check that he's not lying in a ditch somewhere. Or a zombie. Or-"

"Well, that's horrifying." Something clicks in the background as Kyle presumably pushes open the same window Hal had left out of half an hour ago. "You really think that's possible?"

"Stranger things have happened."

Kyle makes a dubious hum. "Great. I've never worried about sex zombies in my life, but now I'm worried. Thanks."

"It's not the sex zombies you should worry about," Roy says in the tone of someone who knows too much, "it's the people with too many feathers."

"I can't tell if you're fucking with me or not."

"And if anyone tries to fuck you in a cave, just don't. Don't do it."

"I'm hanging up before you can give me any more nightmares."

"Say hi to Hal for me!"

"Goodbye, Roy."

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[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself Story ⛈️

We had just arrived at Damien’s Mom's house. The thunderstorm continued, so Nico and I had to spend the night there. As I wanted to call my Mom, to tell her not to worry, Ana also called me, to tell me Daniel was back home. I was confused!?... I couldn’t believe it and I was annoyed by some things Ana did. Why was she at our place to talk to D.? Why is Ana meddling in my affairs? I mean, I get it! She was worried about him, she loved Daniel, just like my whole family did. But why did she have to mention that.... Lexi- shit? And why does she always think Alex is responsible for D.'s & my probs? Anyway, it pissed me off. And Nico was sitting right next to me while I was on the phone with Ana & my Mom. So he knew it too now, that D. was back. 😞

Me (to N.): I’m so sorry.... But trust me, it doesn’t change anything. I promise.... Uhm... I'll step out for a sec. I-...I have to call Ana back.

Nico: It's raining buckets!! Where you going? It's crazy out there.

Me: I-.... I just have to get out. Don't worry N., it's-... it's all fine. ok?

Nico: I'm going with you. 😟

Me: No! Please, don't. I just need to be by myself for a while. 😞

I'm so stupid!!! No one was out in the fucking weather, expect me, fool!... I had some questions for Ana. She said Daniel seemed high to her. I wanted to know why? Why did she think that? Well, Ana meant D. smoked, when she saw him. Actually, she was right. Daniel only smoked when he was high, or when we tried to get off that damn durg. I was worried about him, but at the same time, also mad. By now I knew, that Daniel saw Irena, just before he left 4 months ago. He was in her apartment. I didn’t know why he was there, at Irenas and his former place? Irena didn't want to tell me more.

Ana: Where are you anyway? Are you out there alone?

Me: Ah... yea, I'm alone.... Agh, Ana? Um... shit. The reception here's poor. Wait, I’m going in a different direction. Maybe it's better there?.... I think I’m gonna call Daniel.

Ana: You should go back to the house, to N. Just text Daniel. Tell him you'll be back home soon. But you don't have to call him, now A.!

Me: I’m afraid to tell him, Ana... And I feel so shitty about N., too. I'm so horrible. 😞

Ana: Yea. I get you. But Nico knew what he was getting into.

Me: Still, he also has feelings. N. is not an ass, as you all think. And I love him.

Me: Ana?.... Hello?... Ana!... Ugh, shit. 😨

Perfect timing. My phone died. 🤦‍♀️I was so absorbed in talking to my sister, that I got lost! I had no reception near Damien’s house, so I went in a completely different direction, but now, I did not know where I was? I decided to go back the way I went. Couldn't be so difficult, I thought....🧐

I was wrong! I got a.... little mental breakdown?... I wandered blind through an unknown area. Because of the heavy rain I could hardly open my eyes. I started to panic. I couldn’t use my phone to call N. He’ll think I left him, to rush home to Daniel. I was so worried about that. Nico told me himslef, just a few days ago, that he doesn’t trust me anymore. He's gonna hate me! 😨 And my Baby won’t have a Dad or a family bcs of me. 😭... I tried not to think about it, but about the tips my therapist taught me, to better deal with my panic attacks. And yea, I calmed down. I looked around again. I tried to concentrate to keep my eyes open. I saw two houses in the street where I was. I made my way towards the houses, to ask someone for help. But then I changed my mind. Somehow I didn’t feel good about ringing at strangers. I was afraid a psycho could lure me into his house. 😬 Yup, that's from watching so many horror movies, Ik!

Besides, I noticed that the road I was on, was a sign pointing to a bar and some shops, that should be just around the corner. I decided to try this first, before... well, I get killed by a sicko. Believe me, I have often run into some sick guys in my life. That’s why I was so insecure.

Meanwhile the others were starting to worry about me. Nico couldn’t find me outside and my phone was off too. He asked Damien to help him look for me. Oh, and the electricity was cut.  Allegedly, an important power pole was damaged by lightning. 🤷‍♀️

As you can see, I did not end up in a bar, but went to a shop that was open. I was so relieved when I saw other people there. They were surprised by the thunderstorm. Now they’ve been stuck in that small twon for two hours. They couldn’t get home. The streets were closed due to flooding and some other probs. Anyway, I was looking for the shop assistant to ask if I could use their phone. I just wanted to call N. to tell him where I was. Finally I found a young woman standing behind the counter, admiring herself in the mirror and taking selfies. I think she was about to go home? She grabbed her bag and hung it over her shoulder....

Me: Hi!... Um, excuse me?... Sorry, I don’t want to disturb you. Um, may I short use the phone here somewhere? I’m not from this area, just visiting, but I got lost. I just want to call my boyfriend so he doesn’t worry about me.

Girl: Oh, hi!... Sorry, but we are having technical probs with our phone connection atm. But, you know what? You can use my phone for a second. I hope it works. I just got off the phone with my brother and my mom. Let's try.

Me: Omg, I know you! (😡) Is your brother Damien?

Yes, I met Diana. Damien's Twin Sister. Let’s see if she remembers me? 😒... Oh, and btw, I didn’t really get lost. I just have a terrible sense of direction! Damien’s house was only 2 blocks away!!! So I went in the right direction, but.... somehow I didn’t recognize the surroundings. 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

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hello, what are your favourite fics at the moment? Hope you have a nice day!

Hi, anon! I'm having a lovely day! Thanks so much! Hope you're having a good one, too! Here are five I've read in the last few months that are some absolute new favorites for me...

And What If I Were You by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

For Louis, will losing his sight give him the clarity to realise what is right in front of him?

For Harry, will losing the love of his life give him the strength to finally open his heart?

And can they find their way back, before they lose each other forever?

A story of love. A story of loss. A story of fighting for each other, no matter the odds.

Suddenly Last Summer by @disgruntledkittenface

Louis is bored, rich and lonely. He has no reason to expect that this summer in the Hamptons with his friends will be different from any other – until he meets Harry. Suddenly he has someone who listens to him and cares about what he thinks. Someone who really sees him. But their happily ever after is forever marred by an incident at a party during Labor Day weekend, and Louis is left with a choice to make.

what's left of my halo's black by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove

As Harry sucks lovebites into Louis’ neck, Louis hopes that one day those marks will cover the way he can still feel Alex’s handprints burned into his flesh.

As Harry’s nails drag scratches along Louis’ back, Louis hopes that one day the scabs on his heart will heal and drop away just like the scabs on his skin.

As Harry fucks him down into the mattress, the bed shaking with every thrust, Louis hopes that one day his mouth will forget the shape of Alex’s name, won’t trace it over and over as the heat builds inside him, won’t want to scream it when he comes. Maybe one day he’ll open his eyes, as he slowly floats down from his post-orgasm haze, and won’t expect to see Alex’s face smiling back at him.

But today is not that day.

A year after a devastating breakup, Louis is still trying to put himself back together - but getting over a breakup is hard when you work as a wedding planner. Thankfully, his coworker Harry is the most supportive friend Louis could ask for. But Harry has some secrets of his own, and they send Louis' world spinning off its axis all over again.

De amore ex tempore by @persephoneflouwers

"Jump! For fuck's sake, Louis, jump!"

Louis looks down curiously at the ground and notices that the backpack is gone. The grass appears greener than it did before; a minute ago there were streetlights in front of him - why is there no light now? His brows furrow.

“Is there a blackout tonight?”

He starts coughing uncontrollably as if water has flooded his lungs. He brings his hands around his neck, feeling like he cannot talk nor scream for help – he can’t breathe.

“Louis, jump!”

And he can’t see, feel or hear anything, but trusts the voice. He jumps. Then it’s just cold and dark.

Or: the Middle Ages AU where Harry is a philosopher, whose thoughts happen five centuries too soon and Louis is a painter, whose art happens five centuries too late.

Or: the Time Travel AU where alternate versions of themselves live simultaneously in different realities and their paths collide every time, until somehow, they converge into one.

Gemma's Dad (Could Use A Guy Like Me) by @lululawrence

The summer before Louis and Gemma's senior year of college was supposed to be their last big hurrah before they graduate college and become Real Adults in the workforce. They had it all planned and it was going to be filled with mornings skateboarding, afternoons at the pool, and evenings hanging out with as many of the neighborhood kids they grew up with as they can.

Of course, Louis wasn't planning on getting home and learning that Gemma's dad had gotten the house in the divorce and was dealing with things by focusing on work, the house, and his newly planted garden. It becomes obvious early on that Harry is a bit lost and Gemma is worried about him. To help both of them, Louis is more than happy to help Harry find himself again.

As the summer goes on, the adventures and day to day happenings allow Harry and Louis to spend a lot more time together than either of them ever anticipated and Louis finds it more difficult to keep his growing feelings in check than he ever thought it would be. After all, there wasn't a chance that Harry would ever be interested in Louis... right?

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[depressopax]

Before it's too late

Nacho Varga x gn!reader

Fandom - Better call Saul

Yoo! I haven't posted in ages, been feeling down and mentally exhausted 😭 Also been writing on my very own novel for a school project AHHH Basically been writing, procrastinating, writing, etc etc... But so far so good!

Now then... ✨Angst time✨

Pairing: Nacho Varga x gender neutral reader Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort Warning(s): BCS SPOILERS! Based on s4e3 “Something Beautiful”. Major character injury. Mentions of death and violence. Blood. Guns and bullet wounds. Cuss words. Mentions of surgery. Reader is gender-neutral and has they/them pronouns Words: 1.6K Summary: Based on s4e3, in which Nacho gets shot by Victor and is left in the desert. After being saved by the Cousins, reader rushes to the vet office to see him.  English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ||

The sun is burning in Albuquerque today, making the concrete and highways threateningly warm. It’s an early morning and will only get hotter. The streets are empty and people are either sleeping safely in their beds or avoiding the burning morning-light. It’s a perfect day to stay in the shadows or - for those who have the option - close to the fresh breeze from the AC. 

Not everyone has that option. 

But bleeding to death in the desert is a rare case, too. 

This is how I die. 

Nacho thinks. He’s lost track of time. The man is lying on his side, facing away from the sun and hoping it will protect him from a sunburn. It’s the last thing he needs right now. 

The wounded shoulder is enough. His hands are bloody and so is the warm sand he is facing. 

Dehydration and blood loss. - That was not the way he thought he’d go down.

If it weren’t for the sharp pain in his shoulder - that’s slowly spreading throughout every inch of his body - he’d feel angry and humiliated.

Gus and his men left him to bleed out in the middle of nowhere. The damn Chicken Man. 

Arturo is dead. 

Nacho? About to join Arturo in the afterlife. 

His mind is bitter and he’s losing the battle of patience. 

“Do it quick, before you pass out” - That was the words of Gus’ lap dog, Victor. He was quick. Directly after he was left bleeding, he dialed the number to them. The Cousins. 

Where are they? 

He’s lost count if it's been days, hours or minutes since he got shot. All he knows is that he is slowly going insane. The sun burns his neck and he lets out a grunt, opening and closing his dry mouth. There's a taste of iron on his tongue due to his dry, chapped lips. 

Water. His vision gets blurry and with gloomy eyes he looks at the wet, red sand under him. 

They’re not coming. Those fuckers aren’t on their way. 

I’m dead. 

The realization hits Nacho, fueling the pain he’s already feeling. 

Dad. 

Guilt washes over him. What will happen to his dad if he dies? That, and…

He whispers your name hoarsely. 

You. His beautiful partner. The one who’s always been by his side, the only one that knows about and doesn’t judge him for his fucked up choices and his chaotic life. The person he’s been so distant and cold towards lately. Worst part is… 

They have no idea how much I love them. 

“I love you” - A sentence yet to be said. So many emotions are left unspoken, so many things left unsaid. 

Without thinking or caring about the consequences, Nacho reaches for his phone. With shaky, bloody hands, he dials your number and listens to the waiting tone. 

“Ignacio?” A soft voice filled with concern says. Nacho smiles. 

“Did I wake you up?”

“Yea… But don’t worry. What’s up, Nacho?”

The silence lingers. What the hell is he supposed to reply? 

“I gotta tell you something.”

“Nacho… What is going on? Are you ok?”

“No… But listen, mi amor.”

“Ignacio…-”

“I love you.” Silence again. His voice cracks from the emotions “...I love you so fucking much.”

“Why does it feel like you’re saying goodbye?”

“...Because I am.” His voice is barely a whisper anymore. “Take care of my father for me, will you?” 

Your voice breaks on the other line. 

“Where are you?”

No reply. You realize it’ll stay that way. He is too stubborn to let you help him. As if accepting defeat, you break apart.

“Don’t cry, mi vida…” He whispers.

“Please don’t die. Please.” 

I promise. Nacho wants to reply. But the last thing he wants to do right now is give you false hope. So he stays quiet. His ears are ringing and he wonders how he still has blood left in his body. 

“I’m sorry.”

“I love you, Ignacio. I love you…”

He smiles in relief. That was all he needed to hear. 

It’s all said and done and now he can at least die with some peace.

“And I love you.” 

He hangs up.

When a character faces death in movies, they see their life flash before their eyes. 

A cliche. Nacho thought up until now.

He envisions the few happy and peaceful moments he’s had in life. Most of them involve his dad Manuel, and you. The first date, first kiss, first time… 

Maybe it’s the sun or maybe he’s actually walking into the light, when suddenly a shadow covers it. He grunts. 

In the distance, he can hear two men talking to each other in Spanish. Someone lifts him from the ground. 

Exhaustion catches up with Nacho and everything fades to black. 

You almost kick open the door to the Veterinary Office. 

How you even got the address is a miracle.

Maybe because you’ve called Nacho’s phone at least twenty times within the last hour, or maybe because they know Nacho has a partner? That seems unlikely. Nacho has made sure to keep the relationship secret from everyone, to protect you. Only people that know that he is your boyfriend are Manuel Varga and your family. 

The last explanation… Maybe, somehow, Nacho’s Cartel colleagues are humane enough to let family and friends say farewell to their dying loved ones… 

Apart from an elderly lady and her cat, the waiting room is empty at this time in the morning. The receptionist looks startled when she sees you. But then again you can’t judge her. With puffy and red eyes and the almost wild expression on your face it’s no wonder people are concerned. Without waiting for her to greet you, you rush to the office whilst the woman shouts after you. 

Nothing can prepare you for what you see. 

It’s your boyfriend - lying down half-naked on a metal table whilst the vet, Caldera, performs surgery. Two men in suits stand next to the tense vet, watching over his every move with caution. As the door shuts behind you, the three men turn to look at you. One of the twins raises their guns. 

“What happened to him?!” A voice barely noticeable. The man lowers his gun as his brother mumbles something to him. The vet goes back to work and Nacho squirms on the table. They’re killing him. 

You know that's not true and makes zero sense. 

But what makes sense about this situation either way? 

You don’t realise that you’re shouting allegations until someone grips you and drags you out of the room. Before you get kicked out of the office, a weak voice calls your name. 

Nacho. 

Minutes turn into hours, morning turns to day and then afternoon. You remain seated on the cold tile floor hugging your knees against your chest. The anxiety grows stronger and it feels like you’re about to drown in worry. When the door to the office finally opens, you can barely stand up. 

It’s impossible to read the expression on his face. The scrubs he’s wearing are stained red. You can feel your stomach twist. 

“He’s alive.” 

Nacho wakes up from his feverish dreams. His mind is foggy and his eyes feel heavy. The sedatives are wearing off and his whole body aches, especially the place where the bullets penetrated his shoulder. 

He is in a cold room with his bare back resting against an even colder metal table. He feels like shit. With a raspy voice, he repeats the only word he’s been able to say lately. Your name. When a warm hand intertwines fingers with him, he finally breathes out. 

Your sobbing wakes him from his trance. He opens his brown eyes and looks at you through heavy eyelids and black eyelashes. He manages to give you a weak smile and in a raspy voice, he greets you.

“Hey, mi vida.”

“Hey, my love.” You reply and manage to smile through the tears. “You’re alive…” 

With those words said, you burst into tears again. The cousins and Caldera look uncomfortable with the emotional outbursts and the scene between the two lovebirds.

“...Let’s give Varga and his partner some time to talk.” the vet says. He’s quick to leave and the twin men don't protest. 

Once finally alone, Nacho brings a weak, trembling hand to your cheek. He feels the soft skin against his palm and feels a sense of relief. When you lean forward he doesn’t think twice before pulling you into a kiss, and then another one. 

He’s alive. 

“I love you. I should’ve told you earlier, I… I’m sorry.” 

Your boyfriend tries sitting up and winces in pain. 

“You don’t need to apologize.” 

He can no longer hold back the wave of emotions. The shock of watching Arturo die, the stress Hector and his nephews have caused him, for years. The worries for his own life, but mostly for his dad, and you. It all comes crashing down. And now… Gus is a threat.

Nacho knows his life just got more complicated and a lot more dangerous. 

He’ll have to tell you everything. 

But for now… 

He cries. He lets you hold onto him. 

Nacho squeezes you close to him, to make sure you can’t slip away. 

Once he’s healed, he’ll go back to duty. He’ll protect you.

But for now… He lets you protect him. 

When you whisper “I love you”, he feels at peace. 

You’re his shelter and his home.

Did my mentally unstable a- cry when writing this because I love Nacho so damn much?? Yes. 2am emotional damage

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[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 60

Warning: sex between minors, rimming, fingering, protected sex. Long chapter, 3000+ words.

Right in front of the front door, I stopped. I was going to grab my keys, when I felt what I bought with my money. Quickly, I hid the condoms in my pants pocket and the lube inside my hoodie, being held by the waistband of my underwear.

I made sure nothing was visible or looked too suspicious before I opened the door.

I took off my shoes and placed my keys on the table by the door. My feet took me to the kitchen, my dad was still cooking, so I just placed the milk on the fridge and the flour on the cabinet.

"Dad," I called him as I handed him his wallet, he smiled and took it, putting it in his pocket.

Without saying anything, I went up to my room and released a breath I didn't know I was holding. My heart was beating fast and I quickly took off my hoodie, hiding the lube and condoms in my underwear drawer, under everything.

Now, I went down to the kitchen, so I could get the pancake batter ready for tomorrow.

//////

When I finished mixing it, I covered the bowl with some film to put it inside the fridge, and I helped my dad cook dinner, even though there wasn't much that was left to do.

Right as I placed the plates on the table, the twins and mom walked in.

"You can go take a shower if you want, (M/n)." I smiled and nodded, excusing myself and going up to take a quick shower.

I did have a private bathroom, but with so many things on my mind, I forgot. It was good that I did.

After like ten minutes, I walked out, wearing my sleepwear, otherwise it would've been suspicious to be wearing normal clothes this late.

//////

During the entire dinner, I didn't say a single thing, the nervousness didn't let me. But I did snap out of my daze when I heard my name being called, "(M/n)...?" It was my mother.

"Sorry, I was... thinking about something." I showed her a grin, and she just nodded at me.

"How have you been at U.A.?" It took me a while to answer, but as I thought about my response, the images of Katsuki flashed in my mind, making me smile like a love-struck teenager.

"It's been amazing," my eyes moved down to my food, and I kept eating when nobody said anything else.

//////

When the clock hit ten-fifty, I got a message.

BabySuki;

You can come over, (M/n).

I'll be waiting for you~

I let out a breath, and silently I got up, changed out of my pajamas and grabbed what I needed. My phone, too. And I mentally cursed to myself when I remembered that I left my keys downstairs.

But anyway, I moved my window blinds and looked out. My bedroom was on the second floor, so I was searching for somebody outside to stop their legs and be able to jump out of my window.

Bingo.

I saw a man walking and talking on his phone from the street across my house, I stopped his legs and I heard his groan from here. I enhanced my legs and sat on my window, getting ready to jump.

My fall wasn't as noisy as I expected, so it was easy to just speedwalk from here to Katsuki's house.

On my way there, my hands were shaking and I was almost sweating. I was beyond nervous, like, you have no idea how fucking scared I am right now. Setting an alarm on my phone proved to be quite difficult.

But when I saw the Bakugou's household, I knew I couldn't back out now. So, trying to calm myself down, I got my phone out to text Katsuki.

;I'm here.

Before even a minute passed after my text, the front door was opening, and Katsuki was there.

As I got close I noticed his appearance. He was wearing a tight tank top and loose sweatpants, but his face was red and he seemed to be almost drooling.

For an instant, I got worried that he might be sick or something, but when I stood in front of him, he just yanked me inside his house and jumped on me, wrapping my hips with his legs.

I closed the door behind me, and I placed him against it. He smirked and bit his bottom lip, making me lick my lips instinctively.

"You can do whatever you want to me, (M/n)." Katsuki muttered and his legs tightened his grip on my hips, making me get closer to him, "I'm yours tonight~"

My hand moved up to his face, and I cupped his cheeks, smiling at him sweetly, "I'm going to make love to you, Katsuki." I kissed him slowly, parting my lips to let my tongue out, caressing his plump lips.

Katsuki let me in, and as our tongues collided I walked us to his room. When I reached the stairs, unfortunately, I had to back away, but Katsuki leaned down to my neck, where he left plenty of kisses and a few bites.

It felt good, and every time his lips or teeth touched my sweet spot a shiver ran down my spine, making me hold him tighter.

After I opened his bedroom door, I laid him down on his bed, going back to the door to lock it.

When I turned back around, the sight in front of me made my blood boil south. Katsuki had his hand under his pants and underwear.

But he wasn't touching his dick.

"(M/n)... I want you... here..." he said between gasps as his body squirmed around on his bed.

Letting out a heavy sigh, I got out the lube and condoms, placing them on his nightstand so I could take off my hoodie and shoes.

I got in between his legs and leaned down to kiss him again. He hugged me, and I felt the heat of his palm against me, but my t-shirt was tugged away from my skin, and I felt it falling off me.

When it was dangling from my shoulder, I snickered and pulled back.

"You could've told me to take it off, I loved this shirt," he chuckled and sat up, making me do it too.

"I liked it too, but it was covering the view of my hot boyfriend," I laughed at his comment, remembering a previous conversation.

"I am not 'hot', Katsuki." He groaned and sat on my lap, wrapping my neck with his arms.

"You do, but nobody knows because I'm the only one allowed to see it," Katsuki kissed me and I held his thighs, squeezing them every time his hips moved against mine.

We parted for a second and I took off his tank top, throwing it somewhere in the room. I slipped my hands inside his sweatpants and squeezed his ass, Katsuki moaned against my lips and laid down, taking me down with him.

"Undress me, (M/n)." I licked my lips as I slowly pulled down Katsuki's pants, caressing his smooth skin on the way.

I threw them somewhere too, and I noticed Katsuki looking down at my lower body, the tent inside my pants was noticeable and the want in his eyes was too. He wanted me and that made me flustered, but also a bit relieved.

I leaned down to kiss him again. His hand pushed down on my lower back to make me press against him. My hips moved on their own with Katsuki's, and we grinded on each other for a while as I wondered how I should prepare him, and I pulled away when I decided.

"Turn around, Katsuki." He looked at me confused.

"What for?" I gulped nervously and stroked his face.

"I have to prepare you, puppy." Katsuki blushed and shook his head.

"I-I can do it on my own, y... you don't need t-to..." I smiled softly at him and pecked his lips.

"I know, but I want to do it. Would you let me?" His blush remained, darkening even, but he nodded, and hesitantly, he turned around.

I held his hips and made him lift them, keeping his upper body pressed on the bed. My fingers hooked on the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down.

A pink and puckered entrance greeted me. I bit my lip and my breath quickened. I heard Katsuki groan and I looked at him.

"This is so embarrassing..." I grinned and moved over him to kiss him in between his shocker blades.

"I know baby, but I'll do it as fast as I can, okay?" He nodded pressing his face on the pillow and gripping the bedsheets.

I moved back to my previous position and took a deep breath... Okay, here I go.

My head lowered and I poked my tongue out, slowly dragging it against his hole.

"Wha-!" Katsuki turned his head to look over his shoulder, "(M/n) that's d-dirty, don't... do that-ah!" I interrupted him by pressing my tongue harder, penetrating him.

Katsuki was whimpering a lot, covering his face with the pillows and gripping the bedsheets. His hips were thrusting back at me, only fueling my confidence and allowing me to keep going.

"Ahh! Yes, t-that's so good... your tongue is... amazin-AH! (M/n)~"

Without backing away, I looked at Katsuki's body. He was trembling and whining quite a bit, so I moved my tongue around a bit more, before pulling away.

Katsuki's legs gave out under him as he struggled to steady his breath, and I reached out to grab the bottle of lube. I opened it and squeezed, getting some of the transparent and sticky substance on my fingers. He was already wet inside, so as I pressed my index on his entrance, it went in with ease.

Katsuki groaned, and with shaky legs, he raided his hips again. I moved my finger around a bit, loosening him enough before pressing my middle finger, and pushing it in.

"Gh... ahh~" Katsuki moaned quietly as my fingers stretched him out slowly. I leaned down to plant kisses on his shoulders and back, trying to relax him. I had two fingers inside of him, while my free arm was over his shoulder.

Katsuki gripped my bicep and the bed sheets, gasping every few seconds.

But, where was this spot...?

I moved my fingers around experimentally, pressing randomly against his tight walls, feeling around as I searched for small a bump, until-

"GAH~!" Katsuki's back arched as he moaned out loudly, and I kept pressing there, thrusting my fingers in and out of him. "Ah! (M/n)!" His forehead rested on my forearm, the moaning muffled by the pillow.

But I wanted him to keep moaning like that.

So I put in a third finger and pressed hard on his prostate.

"Fuck!" Katsuki was moaning nonstop now. I couldn't really see his expression, but with the noises he was letting out, I knew how good he was feeling. "Yes yes yes! There... please, do it... there-ah!"

A sudden stinging pain filled my arm, and when I looked over Katsuki's shoulder, I saw why. He was biting my arm, harshly. Probably drawing out some blood. It was weirdly arousing, seeing Katsuki attempting to cover how good he was feeling.

Now my sadistic side was coming out.

My fingers curled constantly against his prostate without giving him a break, making his body tremble with pleasure.

"Shit! Fuck! I'm-Ahh! I'm cu-cumming..." his moans and whimpers were music to my ears, and I moved my fingers quicker, "(M/N)!"

His body shook underneath me, and I rode out his climax, slowly stroking his prostate. When his breathing was normalizing, I pulled my fingers out of him and made him turn to look at me.

I inspected his body and then the bedsheets, but I found no semen stain.

"Did you just have a... dry orgasm?" He nodded weakly and I smiled at him sweetly, leaning down to kiss his red cheeks. "Do you want to stop, Katsuki? You seem already worn out."

He shook his head eagerly from side to side, "I want this... and you want it too... I'll be fine, (M/n)." His arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me down and kissing me.

Katsuki's hands trailed down to my chest before going lower to grip the hem of my pants

"Take them off," he mumbled against my lips, and I got up from him, taking off my pants and underwear.

When I was completely naked, Katsuki's eyes widened as he stared at me up and down, I felt kind of conscious about my body, but I tried to push that feeling away.

I got in between his legs again, and as soon as I did, Katsuki held my neck and wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling me down in an instant to kiss me. He was moving his hips towards me, my hardened dick gracing his entrance, making us gasp.

"Katsuki, wait... I need the... condom..." I said in between breaths as he wouldn't stop trying to get my dick inside of him.

"I want it in... now, I don't care about the fucking condom..." he muttered desperately in my ear, his warm breath on my skin making me tremble, "(M/n), I need you~"

Closing my eyes tightly and breathing heavily, I calmed myself down. When I thought about this situation, I imagined a calm and loving scene, I never would've imagined Katsuki would be this desperate... for my dick.

I reached out to grab a condom, and I opened it, prying myself away from Katsuki's hold and put it on. Now, the lube-

"You don't need that," Katsuki growled as he pushed me, making me sit on his bed, he leaned down and kept his hips raised before looking up at me and smirking. "Enjoy my mouth, (M/n)."

What...?

A groan escaped my mouth when Katsuki wrapped his swollen lips on my shaft. I gulped and stared down at him.

He was taking my cock so greedily... but if he keeps going I'll be cumming soon. I let him bob his head a few times, as I gasp and hold onto my self-control.

"Katsuki... t-that's en-enough..." I held his shoulder and pushed him away, he groaned around me, making me bite my tongue at the pleasure it sent through my body, but I made him sit up.

"I was just-" I interrupted him as I kissed him, slowly and carefully, conveying to him how important this moment was, and how we shouldn't rush anything because of our hormones.

Katsuki moaned against my lips and hugged my neck, his fingers playing with my hair as I made him lie on the bed once more.

"Now," I whispered on his lips when we barely separated to take a breath, "I'll be doing the rest, it'll hurt but... I will be gentle, okay?" Katsuki looked into my eyes, his crimson-coloured ones looking so soft and vulnerable as he nodded once.

"I love you, (M/n)." My breath hitched, every time I heard him saying that, it set my heart on a race. I smile brightly at him.

"I love you too, puppy. With all my heart." We kissed again, and while we did, I moved my hand to align my member with his entrance.

Slowly, I pushed the tip in and Katsuki gasped, digging his nails into my scalp making me release a low groan. It hurts, but Katsuki was in worse pain than I was so I won't complain.

"S-shit, it... burns," Katsuki hissed, and when I looked at him he had his eyes closed tight, biting his lip hard. I leaned down and traced his face with kisses, whispering uncountable 'I love you's' after every single one, he growled and pushed my head into his neck. "You're making me feel... more embarrassed, shut... up for a bit."

I snickered but shut up nonetheless, I trailed my hands to hold his waist, caressing his soft skin with my fingertips. Katsuki moved his hands too, holding my face and making me look at him.

An instant loving smile plastered my face when we made eye contact. He blinked quickly a few times, before looking away with a huff, but stared back at me again.

"You can move now," he mumbled, his cheeks getting darker and his eyes glistening. I graced my bottom lip with my teeth and leaned down to kiss him again.

My hold on his waist tightened a bit, and very slowly started thrusting inside of him. Katsuki gasped and turned his head away, a pained expression on his features. I moved until my dick was all the way inside of him, making me gasp as I felt his tight walls around me.

Shit, I want to move-

"Gngh..." -but Katsuki wasn't ready yet, so I stayed still for a while longer and I distracted him with kisses on his lips, on his cheeks and down to his neck, where I left bite marks and small hickies. "(M/n)~"

His moan sent shivers down my spine and I was sure my hands were going to leave bruises on his body. He kept moaning as I played with his neck and collarbone, but when his legs wrapped around my hips I went back to his lips.

And I kissed him as I moved my hips against his again.

"Ngh!" He held me closer with his limbs, and I placed one of my hands by his head to keep myself up.

Whenever I went in completely, Katsuki tightened around me, making me groan deeply, so I placed my mouth on his neck, muffling my noises on Katsuki's skin. He was moaning a lot, but it wasn't loud, it was more like breathless moans, and I thought it was cute, but I needed more.

So I shifted my hips a bit, kneeling on the bed and making Katsuki's hips raise. One of his hands was tangled in my hair while the other was wrapped around my back, pushing me closer to him.

"(M/n)... move f-faster, please..." he whimpered and I growled.

"As you wish, puppy."

"Ahh~ F-fuck! Yes yes..." my hair was pulled harshly and I felt a stinging pain on my back.

My teeth gritted as I began thrusting faster and harder inside Katsuki, his moans getting louder with each passing second. And he was becoming more aggressive too.

The hair pulling was arousing to me and the scratches were too, but his fangs were piercing my skin.

"Katsuki, that... hurts," I hissed trying to back away from him for a moment, but he kept me trapped with his limbs.

Okay, he wants it rough, I'll give him rough.

I gripped his hair and tugged it back, his mouth released my shoulder, and I held him down by his wrists.

When I looked down at him...

"Fucking shit..."

Katsuki was breathing heavily, moans escaping his lips and his dick was leaking with pre-cum. He groaned when I stopped moving and he squirmed around.

"Katsuki?" I called out to him and we made eye contact.

"D-don't stop n-now, (M/n)... it feels so g-good..." I felt my dick twitching inside him and he gasped loudly, "You're still... getting bigger? F-fucking asshole."

I let go of his wrist to grip his hips, pressing his body to mine. He whimpered as I went in deeper, and his hands held the pillow under his head desperately.

"Goddamn it, (M/n), y-you're even deeper inside me now." Katsuki's dick twitched and it leaked even more.

I smirked down at him, "Get ready for the time of your life, puppy."

What followed my words was an unstoppable chain of noises. Moans, gasps and whines left Katsuki's throat as I rammed my hips into his. I was grunting as Katsuki's insides wouldn't stop squeezing me whenever I pressed on his prostate.

But my thrusts were getting sloppy, and I felt my breath become irregular.

"K-Katsuki... you're so fucking t-tight..." Katsuki extended an arm and I leaned down, resting my forehead on his collarbone.

"A-and y-you're- Ah!... Too big."

Katsuki dug his nails on my back again, but I didn't pay any mind to that because a pair of pink, hard nipples, caught my attention.

I went down to them, reaching a hand up to rub the right one and lick the left. Katsuki whimpered my name, keeping my head on his chest.

I pinched it as I sucked on the other, barely gracing my teeth on it. And when it was perky, covered in my drool, I swapped.

"Yes, (M/n)... I'm-shit! I'm going to cum... please, go faster, fuck~..."

I growled and hugged his waist, my arms completely wrapping around him, having his entire lower half off the bed, and resting my body weight on top of Katsuki's body, "Goddamn it, Katsuki... I love you, puppy." He gasped and wrapped me with his limbs, his palms heating against my back.

"I-I love y-you too, (M-M/n). I love you..." With his words, my heart felt like it was going to explode, sending a shiver from my head to my toes.

I felt my quirk activating on its own and I tried not to look at him, even when Katsuki moved my head to kiss me, I just closed my eyes. The kiss was sloppy, but it was a kiss that conveyed our feelings perfectly.

I got control over my quirk back, and I opened my eyes. Katsuki's eyes were glossy with tears, some of them had already dripped down his temples, and there was some drool peeking from the corner of his mouth.

I pressed our foreheads together, and we stared at each other while moans and groans filled the room.

"I love you..." We whispered in unison and we instantly smiled together.

"(M/n)..." Both of his heated palms cupped my face, but he wasn't burning me, it was rather nice.

"Katsuki..." As if we were reading the other's mind, we leaned in to kiss.

A slow, loving and caring kiss.

But Katsuki's climax made him arch his back and openly moan my name. I reached my own orgasm too, and I muffled my growl biting the crook of Katsuki's neck.

We were both panting when we got down from our high, but before we fell asleep I pulled out of him and took off the condom, I tied it and went to his bathroom so I could throw it away.

When I walked back in, Katsuki was covering his lower body with the sheets, but I saw the cum still on his abdomen. I chuckled and walked back into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wetting it a bit.

Katsuki stared at me with half-lidded eyes, and I realized I was still naked, but it didn't make me feel self-conscious. I wiped his abs clean but before I could get up to wash it, Katsuki grabbed it from my hand and tossed it somewhere.

"Sleep with me, (M/n)..." He whispered and I smiled, nodding and getting in the bed by his side.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his face on my chest.

"I love you, puppy." He looked up at me, smiled and pecked my lips, getting back to his previous position.

"I love you too, hun."

#paralyze fic #bakugou katsuki fanfic #bakugou x male #bakugou x male reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader #smut #top male reader #sub!bakugou

[minimoefoe]

ftwd 8.08 thoughts

the vibe here is basically 'i thought i'd hate it but actualy for the most part i stan'

- charlie shoulda been the character image for this ep, not luciana (love her tho and it's good to see her again)

- charlie surviving was something i felt was kinda unnecessary when I found out about it bc like, they got rid of so many characters in kinda meh ways but charlie had an easy death explanation right there that they coulda used but I actually love that she was brought back and only for a small amount of time tbh

like we get to see some great stuff with her - madison finding out she killed nick, troy talking to her about nick - but don't have to have her around for the rest of the season when we only have 4 eps left and an already large cast to give screen time

- I think charlie basically killing herself for the cause makes sense. like I dont feel like they had her kill herself bc they didn't know what else to do with her (tho I'm sure if she stayed alive they wouldn't have known what to do with her lmao)

- charlie defo looked too young and her hair was shit but I can forgive it for the good content

- the nick flashbacks :( I miss him

- was some drama on twt bc some ppl said kim dickens isn't the best actor and my two cents is they're kinda right sorry. she's not bad all the time but she's rarely absolutely incredible. she's probs the weakest actor of all our main characters and has been since the early days. I will say tho that the sometimes the meh dialogue doesn't do her any favours

- daniel saying how he's gonna strangle troy with his bare hands... ily king but plz don't do that 😭

- I love that charlie and luciana are basically daniel's daughters, love them all a lot

- already knew about nick's ashes from leaks and it was another thing I was a bit ??? about bc I felt like they were doing that for the sake of having a bunch of references in the final eps but I think they explained why they have his remains pretty well actually and it being part of why madison didn't stay pissed at charlie was good

- troy going around chopping off walker arms to make madison think she's seeing alicia everywhere is so 😭 like first of all I'm a genius bc I called it and second of all I said in that post that I thought it would be a bit silly but it kinda works actually. I hope the reason he's doing that is bc he lied about killing her (tho I can defo see him cutting arms even if he has actually killed her)

- the tracy stuff was the stuff I was most iffy on bc the idea of troy having a daughter and a significant other is crazy to me and I do still feel that way a little but I also loved the scenes about it a lot so.. I'm optimistic.

- something about seeing troy be genuinely worried about someone is great. I loved madison and troy both being out there while he was running around worried for his kid idk like something about him kinda dropping that 'I'm tough and in charge' thing for a moment while he was worried about tracy and while madison was literally right there with him is the shit I'm SO in this for like AHHH. need more of it

- troy's daughter being called tracy is still dumb as fuck and I don't think they're gonna be able to give an explanation for her being called that that makes it less dumb. (like even troy being the kid's adoptive dad and not biological dad and the kid was already born before he met the kid's mother would still be a stupid explanation bc what are the odds)

- I know troy said that tracy's mum is the woman who saved him but I really hope there's more to it than 'troy was saved by a woman, they fell in love and had a kid and then madison killed the mum at some point' like.. the madison killing the mum part is really interesting and I'm excited to know more (my initial thought a while ago was that she killed the mum when her and tracy were out somewhere and took tracy to padre but clearly tracy isn't with padre so now idk) but the other stuff feels very fanfic-y and not in a good way idkkkk

so far everything I thought I'd be meh has actually been pretty good so it's very possible if that IS what's happened I'll still like it a lot but I want there to be more to it than that i think

- I feel like I'm at such a weird point right now where I loved the tracy stuff we got in this ep and I'm very intrigued by who the mum and is and what happened to her but at the same time I'm like troy having a wife(?) and kid still doesn't fully track in my mind so I keep going back and forth on how I feel avout it 😭 I basically just can't wrap my mind around him being a shagger sorry idk how else to say that

actually seeing it play out will probs warm me up to it a lot more bc that's what's been happening so far. I think the main reason I still find it odd is just that it's hard to take the 12yr time gap into consideration like he's not s3 troy anymore yknow A LOT has happened since then and he's obviously older and has experienced shit (that I would kill for a ton more information on)

- looking forward to the next ep but currently it's screaming that troy won't be in it much/at all which is Sad but if that is the case I'd rather get that out the way sooner than later

#ftwd spoilers #twd txt #troy otto #ftwdfw

[madmaddoxfuryroad]

getting in on the fun because i only have few days left to wear my clown make up with pride.

as much as i would love to see a full confirmed tedbecca endgame, i am not the most confident in that happening at this point. and even though i might be a little bummed, i would be okay with them not going there so long as they really take the time to acknowledge just how fundamentally important these two have been to one another and give their relationship the attention it deserves in this last episode.

with that being said, i believe it would truly be a disservice to these two characters if we did not get an “i love you”. and before you write me off as tedbecca trash (i mean, i am but not the point) HEAR ME OUT. i don't NEED it to be in a romantic context at all. in fact, the one thing i keep coming back to that gives me quite a bit of comfort is how 30 rock handled jack and liz.

if tedbecca really is nothing more than platonic soulmates, they still deserve no less than what jack and liz got in their finale. which was honestly a beautiful scene that paid respect to the relationship between these two characters. that acknowledged how indispensable they had been to one another. that made me cry. and if they can do that on a show like 30 rock, that never took itself too seriously and was often irreverent about so many things, surely a show as earnest as ted lasso would do AT LEAST this.

what might this scene look like you ask? oh don't worry. i got you covered.

to preface: i like to think of it as a sort of hybrid of the 30 rock jack/liz finale scene and the fantastic beasts newt/tina scene before he gets on the boat all wrapped up in an airport scene because of course it is. 

i am operating on the popular assumption that ted told rebecca at the end of the last episode that he is moving back to the states. and as such, some of the finale episode is focused on ted trying to have dedicated moments with each character as a way to say goodbye (ie. crown & anchor one last time with beard). 

so i would think that for rebecca it would be their last biscuits with the boss. but due to plot reasons (maybe rebecca is off helping bex with her divorce or whatever that storyline is going to be), they are unable to get the timing right and that last moment never happens. 

ted, taking a page out of doctor sharon’s book, decides he will at the very least write her a goodbye letter. he pairs it with a fresh box of biscuits, along with the recipe, and leaves it all with higgins to give her. 

rebecca, however, does not take this as an acceptable send off. when presented to her, her expression is unreadable, but almost looks angry. she snatches the letter from higgins and marches out. 

~airport scene~

ted is in the airport with henry (yes i decided he comes to london to see the last match and if this does not happen, i blame michelle). they are walking toward their gate.

rebecca: (spotting ted & henry) THEODORE LASSO!

her tone carries across the terminal. she sounds angry. ted’s head snaps up. he sees her almost immediately. he looks confused. rebecca continues making her way toward them. once she is almost in front of the two, ted leans down to henry.

ted: hey bud, why don't you go buy us a pretzel and i’ll catch up to you in a sec?

as ted is saying this he is searching his pockets for money. at the same time rebecca is already in front of them. her expression softens a little toward henry. she pulls out cash from her pocket.

rebecca: (handing henry the money) it’s on me.

henry examines the bill.

henry: this is a hundred pounds.

rebecca: and keep the change. (&take that doctor jacob)

henry looks to his dad for permission. ted just shrugs. henry takes this as the green light to go get his pretzel. he runs off contentedly. ted turns his attention back to rebecca whose expression has returned to angry. 

rebecca: (holding up the letter) what the fuck is this?

ted: (still looking confused) did you read it?

rebecca: no i didn’t fucking read it. what the fuck is this?

it’s subtle, but her tone shifts from pure anger to anger laced with hurt.

ted: yeah, i’m sorry about that. i wanted to say your goodbye in person, but you were busy all day and then before i knew it i had to make like a tree and leave (looks up, sees rebecca is unamused. this is not the time for folksy wordplay) ...for my flight. 

rebecca is still holding up the letter. this did not answer her question. ted takes the hint and continues. 

ted: but i didn't want to go without saying anything so i wrote that and left it with higgy for when you got back. 

rebecca nods. taking in what he is saying. she folds the letter into quarters. creasing it a couple times, mulling over her next words. 

rebecca: (much softer now. but the hurt is still audible) did it ever occur to you that you’re not the only one who needs to say goodbye, ted?

comprehension finally dawns on ted. a contrite look crosses his face, but he stays silent. he knows she is not done speaking.

rebecca: because i cannot fathom the idea of you back in kansas not knowing exactly how much you have meant to richmond. and to me.

she gives a soft smile. he meets her eyes, wordlessly telling her she can go on. 

rebecca: (somewhat pulling back from the moment) i hope it’s something you already know. so perhaps me making the point of saying this is a terrible waste of your time. and now that i’m thinking about it this whole dramatic airport chase is starting to feel a bit foolish. i’m sorry. i shouldn’t’ve––

ted: oklahoma.

ted has not broken his gaze the whole time. rebecca meets his eyes again, a little surprised at how quickly he cut her off. she nods. 

rebecca: right. then. i’ll just say it. because this is something you of all people deserves to not only know but to hear. 

beat. 

rebecca: and it’s the best way i can properly express how profoundly important to me you have grown. 

beat.

rebecca: so i’m just going to say it now. 

longer beat. rebecca is struggling to say what she wants to say. her eyes are starting to grow glassy, but not quite tear-filled. 

rebecca: i don't know why this is so difficult. what i am trying to say...

rebecca closes her eyes, trying to recapture the confidence she had at the start of the conversation. 

ted: it’s okay. you don't have to. (simply) i love you, too. 

rebecca’s eyes dart back open to meet ted’s. her expression is blank for a moment then she quickly pulls him into a hug (very truth bomb #1), which he immediately reciprocates. she hugs him a little tighter.

rebecca: i love you.

still in the hug, ted cracks a smile. 

ted: hey. there it is. 

they break apart. ted is still grinning. rebecca is wiping away a tear, but smiling as well. 

ted: now that wasn’t so bad.

rebecca lets out a tear-filled laugh and lightly shakes her head ‘no’. she smiles back at him. 

she wipes her eyes again, happy with herself that she was able to say what she wanted to say. 

rebecca: well, then. off you pop!

rebecca gives him a nod, letting him know he can go back to his son. ted turns back toward henry. about halfway he stops and looks back at rebecca, who is still standing in the same spot. she gives him an encouraging smile and a small wave, which he returns. 

once she sees ted has rejoined henry, rebecca smiles to herself, turns on her heel, and starts to leave. 

henry: rebecca!

rebecca turns back at the sound of her name and sees henry running toward her, pretzel in hand. ted is jogging behind him. 

henry: i wanted to say thank you.

rebecca: oh no need to thank me. you’re very welcome for the pretzel. 

henry looks down at his pretzel.

henry: oh not that! well, thank you for that too, but i meant thank you for everything you've done for my dad. it made it a lot easier being away from him knowing he has nice people like you who care about him over here.

rebecca: (looking at ted) well he certainly does. (turning to henry) it was my pleasure, henry.

rebecca extends her hand to henry. they shake. 

ted puts his hand on henry’s shoulder.

ted: come on, bud, we should get over to the gate and let rebecca head home. 

henry: okay. we’ll see you tomorrow?

rebecca: (deeply confused) sorry, what’s tomorrow?

henry: the first digital biscuits with the boss, karlie kloss!

rebecca shoots ted a look. ted raises his hands in surrender and points to henry. 

ted: all his idea. and only if you’re up for it. but we figured we could facetime you. even if it’s just once a week or once a month and––

rebecca: that sounds wonderful. 

rebecca beams at ted and henry. 

ted: good. well, we best be going. say goodbye.

henry: (waving while already turning away) bye, rebecca!

rebecca: bye, henry!

ted takes a step toward rebecca. he reaches for the letter that has been clasped in her hand this whole time. he undoes the extra folds she had nervously made, until it resembles how it looked when higgins first gave it to her (save for the additional creases).

ted presents it back to her. 

ted: goodbye, rebecca.

rebecca: (carefully taking the still unopened letter) goodbye, ted.

they hold each other’s gaze for one beat longer. and then he is back with henry walking toward the gate. they don't look back again. 

~cut to~ rebecca in the back of her car leaving the airport.

she is looking out the window, but redirects her gaze to the letter still in her hand. rebecca finally gives in and opens the letter. 

she pulls out a piece of paper with a single sentence written on it. she rereads it a couple times over, smiling to herself: i think i’ll miss you most of all. 

i was going to end it at off you pop. but i couldn’t resist giving henry the chance to interact with rebecca since we were robbed of this dynamic. i think i got a little off message along the way. well i hope you enjoyed this chaos anyway.  

**bonus details for the shippers I left out of the scene: -when ted is searching his pockets for cash, he pulls out the green matchbook again -part of the reason this interaction can take place at all is because the flight had been delayed. due to weather. thunder and lightning.  -and as part of his thank you to rebecca, henry gives her another army man, so hers doesn’t get lonely. and he mistakenly calls it a green matchbook army man (ted politely corrects him, it is a matchbox army man, but the damage is done)

#ted lasso #rebecca welton #ted x rebecca #tedbecca #ted lasso speculation #dont mind me and my clown make up #i believe in believe

[alliwantedwasyouu]

hate (peter parker x reader)

summary: peter and the reader hate each other however things get steamy at one of tony’s many crazy parties and maybe they’ll release some pent up anger.

word count: idk long

warnings: smut, making out, teasing, etc.

a/n: this is my first smut LMAO help. also in this story everyone is alive and the avengers are all happy so no sad deaths/ or civil war situations. I just want a nice happy avengers/ office vibe where they all live happily in the tower and get into stupid situations together

-

“Hello everyone!” Tony shouted as he entered the room with Steve, Nat, and Peter.

You looked up from the table with a glare as you stopped doing your homework. They went out on a last minute mission and somehow forgot to mention it to you. So you spent all morning third wheeling Wanda and Vision as Pietro kept annoying you.

“Hello sir!” Vision said happily.

“Hey.” Pietro ran by.

“Um excuse me, why didn’t you tell me you guys were going on a mission?!” I whined. “I’ve been third wheeling these two all day and did my homework out of boredom.”

“You should be doing your homework anyway.” Steve answered in a serious tone as he went to grab a water bottle from the fridge.

“Yeah okay grandpa.” You rolled your eyes and your dad laughed.

“Sorry y/n we just wanted to go on a stress free mission, you would have been annoying.” Peter told you with an annoying smirk.

“Ew no one asked you shut up!” You yelled at him.

“Ugh shut up you two. It’s way too early for your bickering.” Tony rolled his eyes as he told the both of you.

“But he-“ You were cut off by Nat.

“He’s just fucking with you y/n, it was a quick and easy mission and you were sleeping when we left don’t worry about it.” Nat told you.

“Language!” Steve warned from his seat at the table.

“Also she would have been annoying.” Peter whispered as he took a sip from his water bottle. He was so infuriating, you lifted your hand up and his water bottle jolted forward and some water came out wetting his face and shirt.

“Hey what the fuck!” Peter shouted.

“Language!” Steve warned again.

“What did you have an accident?” I smirked.

“You brat!” Peter said.

“Wow good one Peter!” You sarcastically said acting sad by his diss. That’s when Peter threw a web at you and right before it could hit you, you teleported next to him.

“HAHA missed me!” You laughed.

“Okay guys seriously enough what are you two five?” Tony asked.

“No we’re six.” Peter and you said at the same time. Wanda and Nat both chuckled at this, they always found it funny when you guys bickered and Tony tried to put a stop to it.

“Guys enough go to your rooms.” Steve said sternly.

“Yeah and enough magic for the day, I’m tired of seeing webs and objects all over the house when you guys fight.” Tony told the both of you.

“Sorry Mr. Stark.” Peter answered quietly. And Tony smirked.

“Y/n what do you say?” He asked you.

“Sorry Peter’s stupid.” You sighed holding in a smile. Peter went to throw another web at you.

“Guys stop!” Steve got up before Peter could throw another one and he stood down. “You two need to start acting like adults.”

“Yeah what he said.” Tony lazily agreed. “Anyways everyone party starts at 9 dress nice. Thor is coming from Asgard!”

“Whatever I’ll see you guys later” I rolled my eyes and teleported to my room.

“Did I not say no magic?” Tony asked the others as you disappeared.

Once you entered your room you went to lay on your bed, you put your tv on for background sound and scream was on. You smiled you loved that movie. Then your mood changed all over again thinking about Peter’s dumb face.

Y/n shook her head, she actually thought Peter was hot but they had this rivalry so she stood her ground.

Y/n was the daughter of Tony and a deceased shield agent. When she was younger she was kidnapped by hydra and experimented on which would explain her powers. She had the ability of teleportation, flight, telekinesis, mind reading, and small power blasts.

After being rescued she was trained in combat and weaponry by Nat, Maria Hill, and Nicky Fury. Tony wanted to make sure she was safe and knew how to fight/ use her powers just in case something like that happened again. Thankfully it never did.

Now she was 17 years old had the combat skills of a shield agent, and mastered using her powers to her best ability. Everything was great she was apart of the avengers and saving lives, that is until her dad decided to recruit someone from her school, Peter.

She didn’t even know Peter was Spider-Man till her dad came introducing him to the team. She was confused as fuck, but didn’t really mind it although Peter and her weren’t friends they’d exchange a couple words to each other and had some classes together. He was a nice kid and she was kind of excited about someone her age being on the team!

That is until her dad started treating Peter as his own and sadly it got her jealous. I mean yeah he’s never had a son but still what the hell? They started going on little “father son” hang outs and getting closer and closer. Why couldn’t he choose Steve or Thor to be his father figure? Why Tony?

Obviously this caused y/n to lash out and thus started the small comments which turned to bickering which turned to hate. They had turned into somewhat mutual friends to enemies in the span of a couple months. Everyone in the tower but Tony and Steve were convinced y/n and Peter had crushes on each other but didn’t want to admit it. Which was true, y/n thought Peter was hot and still does but the second she saw that her crush turned into her dads new son she just got jealous and annoyed.

Y/n sighed getting up from her bed and looking through her closet for a nice outfit tonight. “Hmm” she hummed to herself.

-

Y/n was so fucking annoying which frustrated Peter even more. He liked her and she was so pretty but once she opened her mouth he saw red. She just always pushed him over the limit.

Peter sighed as he sat at his desk trying to get some math homework done. He was really good at math but couldn’t concentrate at all. He just kept thinking about y/n and getting angry, he was distracted.

He was so excited to become an avenger when he first got recruited. Even more excited knowing y/n was an avenger and his age. He knew her from school but they were never really close, they did have some classes together. He figured they’d become great friends and even more. Peter was head over heels for her. That is until her attitude towards him changed out of nowhere.

She’d make small little comments that would push his buttons and one day he decided to shoot back and that’s when the war started. Ever since they became enemies he started to realize she was just a brat. I mean why would she act the way she was acting, there wasn’t a reason.

Most of the time they tuned each other out and when things were good in the tower he spent time hanging out with Tony or going on missions. But then there would be the times in the tower where they would just go psycho on each other. He did have to admit there was a fun thrill getting under her skin, he wouldn’t admit it but he loved teasing her and getting her riled up she looked hot when she got mad.

Peter got up from his desk and decided to take a shower before the party wiping out all his thoughts of you.

-

Y/n looked at herself in the mirror, she was currently in Wanda’s room and Nat was there also. She was wearing a dark grey tank top dress that was a little short but oh well. She was also wearing a pair of checkerboard vans and had some simple jewelry on, a bracelet, and earrings. Her hair was always down and she was doing loose curls, she had simple makeup on and looked good.

“Wow y/n Peter is really gonna wanna get laid when he sees you tonight!” Nat looked over at you as she applied red lipstick on. Nat was wearing a cute strapless red dress with black heels, she had also straightened her hair.

“What?!” I looked up at Nat like she had two heads.

“Don’t act confused y/n.” Wanda singsonged. Wanda was wearing a black short sleeved frilly dress with black doc martens. And smokey eyes look with her wavy hair down.

“No I’m just gonna ignore what she just said.” You pointed at Nat and she giggled.

“Please y/n admit it you like Peter and want to jump his bones.” Nat shot back.

“You want to fuck him.” Wanda boldly said.

You gasped “Guys that is so inappropriate.” You said shocked. Yeah you guys talked like this all the time and shared your sex lives with each other but they were talking about Peter and you. You shuddered at the thought.

“Whatever y/n!” Wanda said getting up and leaving her room along with Nat. You stood there confused, like obviously you wanted to jump his bones but he hated you and you hated him.

“Weird.” You mumbled to urself as you finished getting ready. You grabbed a bottle of grey goose vodka that Nat brought to the room and took a couple drinks from it. Tonight was going to be interesting.

You made your way out of the room and decided to take the elevator down to where the party was, as it opened the room was filled with a bunch of people and loud music. People were either dancing or chatting as they drank alcohol. You cringed as you saw Tony, Thor, and Scott dancing with random people. You walked down to Loki who was standing by the bar drinking.

“Hey!” You shouted excitedly. He widened his eyes caught off guard and turned around.

“Ah my favorite midgardian, how are you!” Loki happily said hugging you. You liked Loki despite his crazy past, he only came to earth every couple months so you rarely ever saw him.

“Trying to get drunk! Hey can I have two shots of fireball!” You shouted to the bartender. She sighed knowing you were underage but you were an avenger and a Stark so she knew there was no point in declining you of alcohol. Same went for that spider boy that she served four shots of casa migos to who was currently sipping down a beer.

“Yay thank you!” You happily said downing both the shots.

“Uh rude I thought that second shot was for me.” Loki said looking down at you. You laughed, you were already tipsy from drinking the grey goose and now these two shots. It wouldn’t take long for you to get drunk.

“Fine two more shots of fireball!” You yelled over the music to the lady. She poored both the shots and Loki and you took them.

After about fifteen minutes of taking shots with Loki you were drunk. You were now sitting off to the side at one of the fancy little tables having a conversation with Sam and Bucky.

“I love you guys!” You happily said hugging them both. Sam laughed and Bucky shot his right brow up with a smirk.

“You are so drunk right now y/n.” Bucky chuckled.

“What? No I’m not! I can’t say I love you guys?” Y/n whined. But that was one of her tells every time y/n got drunk she washed people with many compliments and told them she loved them.

“Don’t worry kid we won’t tell your dad.” Sam smiled, as you walked away from them. You sat down on one of the white couches drinking a beer. You looked around with your impaired vision and giddiness, shit you were drunk. You laughed.

“Hey.” You heard a familiar voice behind you and whipped your head around, looking up at the guy behind you. It was Peter, you suddenly got butterflies. Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that you actually did like him but he looked real good. He had black pants on, a white shirt and black jean jacket over it, and was wearing white Jordan’s.

“Hello Peter.” You smiled trying to keep your composure. He took a seat next to you smirking.

“Wow, I thought you’d be angry to see me.” He eyed you down taking a sip from his beer.

“Hmmm nope. I’m in a good mood right now.” You smiled at him with your pearly whites.

“I like you when you’re drunk. You’re much nicer.” Peter quipped.

“Hey, I’m nice when I’m sober!” You pouted your lip, causing Peter to give you a look. “Maybe if you were nice to me we’d be friends.”

“Hey you started this rivalry!” Peter shouted over the loud music as he poured two shots of malibu. “Here.”

You both took the shots in sync.

“I guess I just get jealous cause my dad spends a lot of time with you I don’t know sorry I’m so annoying.” You blabbed resting you head on the couch staring at him.

Shit, Peter never really thought about it like that. That explains so much. “Damn y/n I’m sorry about that.”

“Look it’s fine we don’t need to talk about it right now let’s just have fun.” Y/n said in a flirty tone, Peter bit his lip looking down at her.

The pair had took a couple more shots and were now drinking from a bottle of Tito’s that they swiped from the bar.

“You know you’re actually really hot.” Peter admitted. His eyes widened from his drunk thoughts becoming drunk words.

Y/n smirked looking at Peter “don’t worry Peter I think you’re realllllly hot also.” Y/n said smiling.

Peters heart thumped fast in his chest. Oh my god this is happening. He bit his lip looking at y/n as his eyes filled with lust.

“You know I really like your dress…” He sighed playing with the end of it as his hand settled on your thigh.

“Really.” Y/n stated staring at him, as she squeezed her legs together getting wet from what he said and his hand placement.

He noticed and didn’t say anything, but slowly went in for kiss. The two of you kissed but y/n pulled away quickly.

“Wait.” Y/n quickly said.

“What..” Peter whined moving closer to her and squeezing her thigh. He was already turned on.

Y/n was going crazy right now. “Uh we can’t do this here.”

“Oh shit. Fuck you’re right let’s go.” Peter shot up eagerly and y/n giggled at how excited he was. She got up along with him and they both snuck out making sure no one was watching. But Wanda and Nat were watching smirking to each other.

Y/n led the way as she held Peter’s hand walking to the elevator. Once they got in the elevator and pressed the button to go upstairs they started making out until they heard that little ding. They both rushed to her room and she made sure to lock the door.

Peter’s eyes widened as he took in the surroundings of her room. He’s never been in her room because of their long lasting rivalry but he was definitely shocked. She had had a bunch of movie posters and two included Star Wars. He didn’t even know you liked Star Wars!

“You like Star Wars?!” Peter asked you as he took his black jean jacket off leaving him in a white shirt and black pants.

“Huh?” Y/n looked up walking back from her door. “Oh yeah, I love Star Wars.”

“Wait really! Oh my god what’s your favorite Star Wars movie? I really like a new hope!” He eagerly said.

You laughed looking at him as you walked closer to him “Hmm maybe revenge of the sith. But Peter?”

He looked down at you as you put your arms around his neck “Y-yeah?” Peter stuttered nervously. Fuck he could use another shot for liquid courage even though he was already super drunk.

“How bout we have this conversation later.” Y/n stated going in for a kiss. Peter kissed back grabbing her tightly as the moved towards her dresser.

He grabbed her ass really tight groping her cheeks with his hands. Y/n moaned into the kiss moving even closer to his body as she played with his hair. Peter felt himself get hard and his jeans tightened. He needed you. He picked you up and placed you on your dresser as you two pulled away from the kiss out of breath.

Peter stared at you with lust. You looked amazing, your hair was messy in a sexy way and your short dress wasn’t giving you much coverage. Peter grabbed you again kissing you and slipping his tongue in your mouth as you two both fought for dominance. He grabbed your right boob giving it a squeeze.

“Uh” You whimpered. Your left hand held your body upright and you took your right hand lowering it down to is crotch area and started palming him.

“Fuck.” Peter pulled away. He took his shirt off fast and his muscles looked amazing. You got up off your dresser and took your entire dress off leaving you in just your underwear. “Shit.” Peter grabbed your left boob as he came into contact with your right boob and started sucking your tit.

You moved away causing him to get confused, and then you pushed Peter to the edge of your bed. You got on your knees and started unbuckling his pants and pulling them off him. You then looped your fingers around his underwear pulling them down and his hard dick sprung out hitting his stomach. He was really big. You bit your lip and looked up at him batting your lashes.

“Fuck y/n you’re driving me crazy.” He whined waiting for you touch it or suck it at least. You spit on his dick and then went to lick up his base slowly, teasing him. He bucked his hips up for more and you place your hands on his hips pushing him down. “Ugh c’mon y/n..” He whined and that’s when you put his whole dick in your mouth hearing a loud moan from him.

You were bobbing your head up and down putting your best effort in and playing with his balls. He grabbed your hair and pushed your head down even more.

“Fuck fuck fuck. Oh my god don’t stop!” He moaned even louder. I really hope no one was in the hallways because that would be bad.

Your tongue swirled around his tip as your mouth raised to the top of his dick and you lightly licked his tip, you then sucked back down and came back up with a pop sound escaping your lips. You started jerking him off really fast and he shut his eye groaning.

You bobbed your head back down to suck his dick again and started bobbing up and down super fast. You felt his dick twitch in your mouth and you knew he was close.

“I’m cumming oh god shit!” He yelled moaning bucking his hips up and jerking his dick farther into your mouth. His cum then shot right out his dick into your mouth and you quickly swallowed it wiping your mouth looking up at him. You stood up and took your underwear off. “Oh my god wow y/n.” He sighed coming down from his high.

You smirked walking towards your bed and plopping yourself on your back, he turned over to you and started working his hand up your leg finally coming into contact with your pussy. He started slowly massaging your clit and making out with you at the same time.

“Ughhh.” You lowly moaned as he dipped his middle finger and pointer finger slowly into you pussy. You were so wet.

His fingers started going to work in and out in a pumping motion and you bit your lip to hold back moans. The sight of you coming undone caused him to get hard all over again.

He pulled himself away from you moving towards your pussy face first and started eating you out. His tongue was giving your clit kitten licks and he started going in and out with it swirling it really fast.

“Fuck!” You moaned loudly. His dick got even harder from the sound of your moans, he was literally going to cum right then and there.

You finally came and he licked up all your juice bringing himself back up to face you. You sighed and rest your eyes as you tried to regain urself. You plopped yourself up on your elbows staring at him.

“Gosh Peter that was good.” You sighed out of breath and he smirked. He bit his lip looking at you, all he wanted to do was be inside you and you wanted the same. “I’m on the pill so ya know I’m ready when you are.” You laughed.

Peter stood up from the bed and stroked his hard cock getting ready to fuck you and you waited impatiently looking up at him. He came back down on the bed and lined himself up with your entrance and start slowly going in.

“Fuck Peter can you go any faster.” You groaned, he was teasing you on purpose. Hearing that he wasted no more time and slammed right into you. “Fuck!” You yelped in pain and pleasure.

“You said to go faster.” He seductively answered as he already started pumping in and out of you. You rolled your eyes causing him to slam right back into you “don’t be a brat.” he said lowly.

“Fuck you..” You moaned at the annoying nickname he had given you from your past fights.

“You already are.” Peter answered back fast in a cocky tone. You tightened your walls on purpose causing him to groan and shut his eyes real fast. You then flipped yourself up over him and started riding him.

“Shittt!” You moaned as you rode him up and down.

“God your so fucking tight.” Peter sighed as grabbed your ass.

You rocked your body against him fast feeling his dick hit your g spot. It felt like heaven. His cock felt to good inside you. It’s as if you two were like puzzle pieces.

Peter got up and pushed you down doggy style and was now pumping in out of you fast. You arched your back moaning as he grabbed your hair.

“God!” He moaned as he held onto your hips. He then pushed his body down onto yours and you both lied back on the bed. Him on top slamming into you faster and faster.

“I’m gonna cum!” You moaned wrapping your legs around his hips.

“Same I’m close!” Peter groaned as he pumped in and out.

Seconds later he witnessed you in a euphoric state coming undone right on his cock moaning many profanities that Steve would get really angry about.

Once you came you knew Peter was just seconds away from cumming so you flipped yourself back up on top of him riding him till he was a moaning mess.

“Fuckkk!” Peter shouted pushing his head back into the pillow eyes shut.

“Cum.” You seductively told him.

Peter moaned loudly losing his grip on your hips as he came into you. You felt his cum fill you up and your legs went numb as you slowly lifted urself up off his cock and plopped right next to him. Both of you breathing really loud out of breath.

“Wow y/n that was fucking hot.” Peter whispered to you turning his face towards yours.

“My legs are already sore.” You pouted. And peter giggled kissing you. You two were interrupted by a loud knock at your door.

“Y/n?!” You heard your step moms voice outside your door. Peter and you both shot up out of the bed eyes widening in shock of hearing Pepper’s voice. ‘Hide!’ You mouthed to Peter.

“Y-yes!” You shouted nervously not trying to act like you just had the best sex of your life. You threw your dress back on trying to fix it as best as possible.

“Can I come in why is this door locked?” She asked suspiciously. ‘Go under the bed’ you whispered at Peter seeing him holding his clothes naked and scared. He quickly slid himself under the bed hiding.

“Oh I locked it what the hell? Yeah you can come in.” Y/n nervously said fixing her hair to look less sloppy. She sighed and opened the door. The second Peter heard the door open he held his breath making sure not to make a noise.

“Hey..” He heard Pepper say as she walked in the room.

“Uh hey what’s up?” Y/n casually said the best she could.

“Your dad was wondering where you went, he wants you back downstairs with everyone.” Pepper said.

“Oh uh yeah um I just uh came to get something-“ I looked around, and my eyes landed on my grey oversized nike hoodie. I grabbed it fast putting it in my body. “This! I came to get this .”

“A Nike hoodie?” Pepper asked confused eyeing you up and down.

“Uh yeah it got cold downstairs! Mmm warm.” I answered fast wrapping my arms around my body.

“Please y/n I wasn’t born yesterday. Hello Peter.” Pepper said trying to hold in her laugh. Your eyes widened and then you heard a thud from under your bed.

“Uh h-hey Pepper!” You heard Peter say from under the bed. Pepper smiled.

“You two better be back downstairs in the next five minutes.” Pepper rolled her eyes walking back down the hallway to the elevator.

You put your head in yours hands sighing loudly as Peter climbed out from under your bed still naked.

“Peter hurry and get dressed!” You yelled walking back to your mirror doing your best to fixed your smudged mascara and reapplying some lip gloss.

“Uh y-yeah okay.” He stuttered putting his underwear and pants back on along with his shirt and shoes. You turned around running your hands through your hair.

“How do I look? do I look okay?!” You asked nervously. You really wanted to look presentable and not at all suspicious.

“You look like you just got fucked.” Peter laughed and you rolled your eyes hitting him.

“Seriously Peter oh my god!” You turned back towards the mirror fixing urself even more. Peter ran his hand over his outfit patting his shirt down.

“Relax you look hot let’s go.” He pulled you out your room and back to the elevator. Just as the elevator dinged and the door slowly opened up you stopped Peter.

“Let me go first to make it less suspicious.” You said walking away from him swaying your hips feeling Peter’s eyes check your body out. You slipped in not trying to make a sound. Most of the random guest had left and it was just your dad, Steve, Pepper, Thor, Loki, Bucky, Sam, Pietro, Wanda, Vision, Nat, Bruce, Clint and Happy sitting on the side all chatting while they all drank beers.

Nat looked up and saw you sit next to her quickly, she exchanged a look with Wanda and smirked. Her and Wanda both knew what happened and so did some of the others.

“And where were you?” Nat questioned her smirking.

“Uh getting this hoodie I was cold.” You said nervously just as Peter came walking in. Pietro, Sam, and Bucky eyeing him down.

Peter sat across you next Pietro nervously looking around while he saw Tony attempting to pick up Thor’s hammer yet again.

“I fucking knew it!” Pietro whisper shouted at the both of them.

Peter’s eyes widened. “W-what.” His cheeks turned red.

“You two both owe my twenty dollars each.” Pietro cockily told Sam and Bucky. They rolled their eyes grabbing twenties from their pockets and handing it to Pietro.

“Oh my god.” You sighed. They really made a bet Peter and you.

“Did I miss something?” Steve asked contused.

“Yeah why are you two giving speedy money?” Tony questioned using his nickname for Pietro.

Pietro smirked “I won my bet.” he laughed as he put the forty dollars in his pocket.

“What bet?” Tony and Steve said in sync.

“Oh well uh basically-“ Pietro answered back looking at Peter and you as you guys interrupted him.

“It- it was nothing!” You shouted.

“Yeah nothing important.” Peter muttered. Tony looked at the both of you confused, but Steve caught on quick.

Thor ignoring the facade the two were putting up. “Ah yes man of spiders and woman of teleportation have finally gotten together!” Thor happily yelled.

Nat shook her head looking at Thor.

“Gosh you two are an amazing couple. Midgard love!” Thor gushed.

“Wait what.” Tony questioned everyone in the room.

“Nothing!” Peter and you said at the exact same time feeling both your faces redden.

“I’m going to ignore whatever that was and this whole situation is because I don’t want to ruin the night. But we are talking about this at tomorrows meeting.” Tony eyed you two suspiciously and went to talk to Bruce.

“I’m gonna kill myself.” You mumbled.

“Peter you better treat y/n right or else Sam and I will both come for you.” Bucky pointed his finger at Peter.

“I uh would never not treat y/n with respect!” Peter quickly said.

“You two stop leave him alone!” You shouted at Sam and Bucky. And they rolled their eyes.

“Yay Peter and y/n!” Wanda happily said laughing.

“Not the time Wanda.” You sighed. And the others all laughed. You looked at Peter who was already looking at you and smiled.

#marvel #mcu fanfiction #peter parker #spiderman #tom holland #peter parker smut #spiderman smut #tom holland smut

[aesterblaster]

Reonagi, space <- for the ship prompt

"I just need some space Reo."

Nagi was blunt. That was why Reo liked him so damn much in the first place, but damn did it hurt when it was redirected. He had been trying so hard to make this work, to make everything perfect for his best friend's last year of high school.

"You've been running me around everywhere, it's fucking annoying. I can't stand it anymore." That much was true. They'd been to a concert, countless soccer matches, three school related programs, one semester school and god only knows how many study sessions. Reo was the type of person to push the envelope and Nagi thought it was nice having such a rich friend at first, but he just felt like a plus one, like a commodity.

The only reason the lazy teen managed to drag himself out to all those ridiculous events was because he knew deep down that if he didn't go, Reo still would. He knew that late at night he'd be all alone in his room, scrolling through Reo's socials and wishing he were there, squinting at the girls next to him in the photos clearly trying to feel him up, staring a little too hard at how good he looked in whatever he was wearing...

Reo made a face. "Oh c'mon dude. You know you don't have to say yes if you don't wanna."

"But doesn't that break our rule Reo?" he asked in that same matter of fact tone that managed to send a chill down Reo's spine every time anyway. "The one about me trying everything at least once for Senior year? Well, here I am, about to graduate and then go pro like you always wanted. And you're going to too right?"

A silence fell between them like a branch of a tree finally giving out under the weight of its snowy coat. Reo scoffed, "You know my dad would actually kill me if I didn't go to collage, Nagi. And you were accepted too, you have good grades."

"Only because you help me." Nagi quipped. What he refused to include was how much he enjoyed those study sessions, them sitting close together to pour over the same book, Reo's adorable explanations of concepts that even the best teachers struggled to portray, the way he'd praise him when he got things right.. Curse Reo and his addictiveness. That's exactly why he needed to get away, why he needed to start to cut himself off before he was inevitably heartbroken when Reo moved away. "And collages don't just let athletes stay when they're failing. I'll be kicked out in a year."

"You're always so pessimistic. What the fuck! Fine, if you want to sit in your flat and be a bum all day then go do it and see if I care! I've poured so much into you. You don't even know how many nights I've spent thinking about you and worrying about you." Nagi's face softened, Reo was thinking about him? "And your stupidity! It's like you can't see what's right in front of your face! How much I care about you? How much I want you to succeed? You're the one abandoning me! We could go pro together, become sensations and you want to leave that all behind because you're a little scared of collage?"

"Nagi, I don't think I could go that long without seeing you or playing soccer with you. It would break me, don't you get it?" Despite his better judgement, Reo took a few steps closer to Nagi. Closing the space between them with a few swift strides. He was so glad the yard was empty. It was just them. Practicing their passes, like always. Just them, as the sun set and spread arms of yellow and orange across the once blue sky.

"Reo..." He knew he should be angry at the way Reo broke his boundaries so quickly, the way he'd done it over and over and over again. Just pushed a little more when he should've left it alone. But the athlete just wouldn't stop talking, going on and on about how he was sure Nagi didn't even appreciate him.. So Nagi shut him up the only way he really knew how, the only way he had ever thought of during all those study sessions.

He grabbed his face and kissed him, suprisingly softly, like he was scared Reo'd melt away. After they parted Reo was stunned, flushed, and at first Nagi was worried that this meant he didn't feel the same, that he'd storm off and threaten him and never see him again. But then Reo pressed back against Nagi, feeling the space in his lungs get smaller and bigger and smaller again as he breathed like he just ran a marathon. "You have no idea how many times I've tried to get you to do that."

#a bit of fake extra lore that is nowhere in their backstory for funsies #blue lock #bllk #blue lock fanfic #nagireo #reo x nagi #asks #LMAO THIS TOOK FOREVER GBUYIJO #sorry to keep yall waiting

[fireemblems24]

Engage 9 - 11

Spoilers and thoughts below the cut. Pretty big spoilers for the story this time.

You know it's a good sign when I'm already making plans for the next playthrough. I still want to finish Three Hopes, but Engage is so much fun to play, and there's already so many things I want to do differently to optimize more.

Alcryst and Celine's C support was pretty deep for a C support. They bonded over worrying about their older brothers dying.

Chloe is such a hopeless romantic.

I sense Louis and Chloe may have a romantic leaning support. She understands his ways and he finds her interesting. Their hobbies overlap. He said some stuff that could easily sway romantic is anyone but Louis was saying it . . .

Alfred is so fucking precious, omg. It's so funny remembering people were suspicious of him after his official art was released. Like, I doubt it would even occur to this guy to do something shady or devious. His and Yukana's support started pretty good.

One of my favorite things about Alear is that she's not stupid. Sure, the MC is very basic and generically heroic, but isn't annoying either. Doesn't rush into battle. Isn't irritatingly naïve, etc . . . It's nice.

I'd really like to know more about why Brodia keeps invading the mage country. They said some generic stuff about the mages wanting to wake the fell dragon up, but I hope there's more too it than that.

Oh, shocking, the Brodian king dies (is dying, got shot by that baddie). I'm so surprised. Parents. Dying in my Fire Emblem?

I have a feeling Ivy will be recruitable soon. All her retainers felt guilt fighting the divine dragon, and now her dad left her here to just die. She also lost her ring to us, so that's probably lowered her status on the enemy side too. She also offered her allies a chance to retreat. Definitely doesn't seem evil.

Found Citrinne and Diamant's support interesting. Diamant says he doesn't plan on waging wars when he's king. He acknowledges that it's good for his nobles because it makes them rich, but otherwise is something he wants to avoid. Citrinne supports this and seems to have some kind of diplomatic/messenger role in Brodia.

One of Alfred's talents is making flower garlands 😊. Pretty sure I'm picking him for my S-Support. He's just too adorable, plus I think he and Alear work. Right away he offered friendship and help, and they just have compatible personalities.

Forget Alfred being Dimitri's child, Dimitri is Alfred and Diamant's child. Like he is a bit like both of them smashed together.

Ok, I'm worried. Marth told me I need to stock up on supplies before ch 10 started. This reeks of back-to-back chapters.

I want Rosado on my team so bad already. And Hortensia is not annoying me anymore. She seems honestly worried about Ivy and seems to have no idea what her father is up too.

The artwork for all the places in this game are gorgeous.

Another parent bites the dust. The Brodian king got corrupted. I feel bad for the two brothers.

I made Alcryst attack his own dad. The dialogue made me feel so guilty. It made me feel much worse than Diamant's, until his second half. Alcryst is really growing me as a character too.

Glad the good guys actually tried to kill the villain even though he begged for mercy. That mysterious hooded person showed up (bet it's that girl Alear keeps talking too who had chains on her legs). Also bet it's brainwashing thing. Edit: At least 1/2 guesses right. Ok, probably 2/2 right since this version has never spoken to Alear.

Fell dragon about to eat the king lamo. Literally ate him in a cut scene lol.

Ok, so the 4 wolves are 3 unhinged people and the old guy, who is either a Camus or recruitable later.

Oh. Shit. We just lost the rings. Honestly, I'm more upset seeing all my old protagonists getting turned evil against their will than losing them in gameplay. To be honest, I didn't use them THAT much. It hurts way worse seeing red Marth, Sigurd, Celica, Micaiah, Roy, and Lief.

Losing the Time Crystal. THAT hurts like shit.

Our team took a major L. Honestly, good. 3H's storyline blows this one out of the water, but part of the issue with it was that Edelgard always got her ass kicked except in CF where you just romped over everyone as easily as everyone railroaded over her.

I'm really regretting bringing Citrine and Amber right about now. They're dead weight compared to everyone else who more or less can handle themselves with Alfred, Celine, and Yukana being neigh unkillable at this point.

Fuck yeah! Ivy is here to help me out. And her retainers.

She brought rings. She brought the time turning thingy. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Thank GOD. It's annoying as fuck to reset an entire chapter over a misclick or something and I can't ever let anyone die. I literally think I allowed one person to die the entire time I've played Fire Emblem lol, and this was before turnback was ever a thing too. Zelkov is my new favorite for this. I could kiss him.

Ah!!!! Lyn. And Lucina 😭😭😭😭😭 My girls. 😭😭😭 Lamo, Alear confused Lucina for Marth.

Ok, that chapter was a lot easier than I thought it would be. I stopped after ch 10 yesterday and was wondering about 11, but not too bad. So far, the difficulty balance in this game is pretty good.

Ivy MVP. Happy to have her after that.

Alear, Alcryst, and Diamant all being like "I'm sorry. It's my fault!" Ivy being like "kinda is a bit my fault." Meanwhile Alfred is just awkwardly sitting here being like . . . "I'm the only who didn't make a dumb call here."

I like seeing Alcryst get angry with Ivy. It seems so human. I like the royal characters so far a lot, except Hortensia but she's growing on me. I just wish Celine also got more attention.

This kinda feels a bit like the end of a part 1.

#fire emblem #fire emblem engage #fe engage #fe17