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eyesthatroll · 7 months

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LATE (18+)

pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader

summary: smut w/o plot / 18+

warning(s): penetration (no mention of a condom, wrap it before you tap it though!), cursing, not really edited because i honestly hate looking at it (lol)

word count: 1.0k

author's note: gosh, i forgot how actually terrible i am at writing smut! i don't even know how to feel about this, though i am leaning towards hating it. please let me know if this is horrible, so i can delete it and never attempt to write smut again ! lol.

"Babe! Can you help me with my zipper?" Your voice echoes through the bathroom, one hand clutching the satin fabric to your chest, while the other carefully applies a shade of red lipstick that perfectly complemented your Devil's red, floor-length slip dress.

Luke's presence fills the room almost instantly, his imposing figure casually leaning against the door frame. His eyes, heavy with desire, begin their journey at your feet and gradually travel upward, finally meeting your expectant gaze. A faint hint of a hungry smile plays on his lips as his teeth lightly graze over his lower lip.

"Are you just going to stand there and stare at me? We're running late," you remind, glancing at Luke in the mirror's reflection. He steps closer, his presence enveloping you from behind. His calloused hands trace a tantalizing path up the backs of your arms, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake, before crossing to the middle of your back to delicately pull the zipper of your dress upward. You inhale sharply as the warmth of his breath tickles your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

You clear your throat, an attempt to divert your attention from the growing desire that your boyfriend was igniting within you. Gazing at him through the mirror, you absorb his appearance: a crisp white dress shirt complemented by a bold red tie, harmonizing seamlessly with your dress. His black dress slacks hang casually over his hips, reminding you that he's in desperate need of a belt before you leave the house.

A warm smile graces your lips as you offer a compliment. "You look incredibly handsome, my love." The words slip off your tongue with ease, and you can't help but notice the lush redness that tinges Luke's cheeks. He tries to conceal it by turning his head to the side, but the hint of color lingers, adding a charming touch to his appearance.

"You look..." His voice trails off for a moment, as he struggles to formulate a sentence together. He emits a nervous laugh, his eyes locked on you. "God, you look incredibly sexy," he finally manages to say, his eyes burning with nothing but desire and adoration.

He places a delicate kiss on your shoulder blade, his lips trailing a path of light, open-mouthed kisses inching closer to your neck. You involuntarily crane your neck, a soft gasp escaping your lips as his mouth finally makes contact with your sweet spot, sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Luke..." You turn your body around to face him, and he steps closer, his large hands now resting on either side of the counter, effectively trapping you within his grasp. His head dips lower, ever so slightly, his eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that challenges your resolve, making your heart race with anticipation.

"Yeah, pretty girl?" His voice is like honey, sweet and sultry, teasing you to no end as he leans closer.

"We're gonna be late," you warn, trying to maintain your composure even as his proximity threatens to unravel your self-control.

He hooks a finger under your chin, gently lifting your face upward. "I only need five minutes." he murmurs.

Your lips meet his with a fiery urgency, a passionate collision that sets your senses ablaze. Your fingers clutch the nape of his neck, tugging at the soft strands of hair, and you sense the subtle curve of his lips into a satisfied smirk. Deepening the kiss, your teeth graze gently against his bottom lip, coaxing it to part, granting you access to the intimate dance of tongues. A sensual duel ensues as your tongues entertwine, a passionate battle for dominance, while his strong hands work their way up, gliding beneath the fabric of your dress, sending electrifying sensations through your body.

Your phone emits a sharp, urgent ping from the bedroom, a stark reminder of the pressing time constraint you're under. Your hands drop to his waist, your fingers fumbling with the button on his slacks. A groan of frustration reverberates through Luke's mouth as you can't seem to undo his pants. His calloused hands reach over yours, undoing his pants with practiced ease.

You pull his boxers down, and his cock springs against his abdomen, leaking with pre-cum and hardening by the moment. Luke's fingers push your lace panties to the side, and he attempts to slide a finger inside your dripping heat, but your hand slaps against his.

"No time." You pull away from him, using your hand to guide his cock inside of you, wincing slightly as he enters you with slow, long strokes.

Luke's head falls into your neck, profanities escaping his lips as he bucks into you. The small of your back repeatedly hits against the cold marble counter, adding a sinful affliction to your sustained pleasure, unrelenting with the promise of an imprint tomorrow.

"Fuck, you feel so good." He whimpers, one hand clutching the fabric of your dress, as the other reaches down to knead small, quick circles on your clit. A familiar burning builds up within your stomach, a pressure desperate for a release.

Luke's strokes become sloppy as he bottoms out, his pace quickening with a sense of urgency.

"I'm cumming, Luke, I-" Your words are cut off as Luke pounds into you, falling into your body with a pornographic moan.

He's blithering into your neck, an incoherent string of obscenities and praises as he fucks his orgasm into you.

Your hands have a tight grasp on the counter as you try to ignore the burning in your legs, remaining still as you could while Luke uses your body to fulfill his needs.

With a hiss, he lets his cock slip out of you, and a whimper escapes your lips at the emptiness you now felt. Luke's warm hands swiftly encircle your hips, gracefully hoisting you up on the cold counter top.

"I think we're late." You mumble.

Luke crosses over to the cabinet, a soft chuckle escaping his lips at your comment, as he retrieves a clean washcloth, intent to clean you up. Returning to your side, he lets the cloth soak in warm water, his words carrying a hint of indifference, "I couldn't care less about being on time."

#luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes imagines #luke hughes x you #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes smut #luke hughes fic #luke hughes fanfiction

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thirstydiglett · 7 months

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Oh Lenny, amazing wonderful Lenny 😭😭😭 pls just a crumb of something maybe possessive Law, just a lil nibble nibble 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I hope you're having a wonderful night so far homie g !!! 💖💖💖✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

Omg yesyesyesyesyesyes

Started writing this bullet style because I am lazy but then it got really long but also I was still lazy so it’s just gonna have to stay like this

Also my night is lovely! I got to dress up like a witch and eat cheese curds today so it pretty much couldn’t get any better. Hope your night is good too my loveeeeeeee 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Mine

WARNINGS: public sex, possessiveness, choking, spanking, some dubcon

———————NC17 Minors DNI————————

The Polar Tang had finally landed at an island after weeks of sailing, and you and the crew were eager to finally get your feet on solid ground

When Shachi suggested you all go out drinking together, you were the first person to say yes

To your surprise, your captain agreed to come out with you all as well—usually he didn’t like crowds, but strangely he’d said yes as soon as you did

Eager to get out of your jumpsuit, you changed into a dark red velvety crop top and tight leather pants, with heeled ankle boots to finish the look

Styling your hair properly and doing your makeup for the first time in weeks, you were surprised at how hot the person in the mirror staring back at you was

It had been so long since you’d gotten laid, you were really hoping to get lucky tonight

As your crew walked to the tavern, you couldn’t help but notice your captain’s eyes on you. His gaze cool and penetrating, indiscernable

But every time you turned around, he seemed to be looking anywhere else

Annoying, you thought, pretending like the feeling of his stare hadn’t sent inexplicable chills up your spine

Shaking your head, you followed your crewmates into the lively and crowded tavern

Two drinks later, you were laughing your ass off with Bepo about some pirate you’d encountered recently, having the time of your life

Reaching into your pocket, your face fell as you realized you hadn’t brought enough cash

“Bepo, any chance you can spot me?”

Bepo shook his head. “You still owe me for last time you forgot your wallet.”

You sighed, “Fine. Guess I’ll just have to get one of these townies to buy a pretty girl a drink…”

Bepo’s face suddenly turned pink. “Maybe you…what if… our captain wouldn’t… It might not be safe!!!” He finally managed to get out

You laughed, ”I can take care of myself dude. Unless you wanna buy me one instead?”

Bepo crossed his arms stubbornly. “Not a chance, y/n.”

Rolling your eyes, you scanned the room for a target

Finally you settled on a muscular blond man covered in tattoos

He was with his friends (so no girl in sight), clearly a few drinks deep, and pretty easy on the eyes—maybe he’d even break your dry spell if you played your cards right

Walking over to him slowly, you gently rested a hand on his shoulder

“Whoa, I love your shoulder tat! What’s it mean?”

The man turned, scanning you with his eyes, smiling at what he saw

“Well hey there, cutie. It’s the Jolly Roger for my brother’s crew, actually”

You feigned interest. “Wow, your brother’s a real pirate? What’s it like?”

The man smirked

“Why don’t i buy you a drink and I’ll tell you all about it?”

Yessssssss

You nodded enthusiastically and were just about to sit down when you heard a voice from nearby

“Room.”

Suddenly, the entire tavern was enveloped in blue light, the bar patrons looking around in confusion

“Shambles.”

You felt yourself ripped from your chair in an instant and teleported by what could only be Law’s fruit

Finally landing, you found yourself outside the tavern, standing against its wall in the quiet alley beside it

“Law, what the hell? Where are you?”

Suddenly two hands grabbed yours and pinned them above your head, and two piercing yellow eyes were just inches from yours

“Y/n, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“You’re the one that just used your devil fruit to yank me out of the bar, asshole.”

“Yeah, because you were hitting on that absolute waste of space of a townie.”

“I was just trying to get a free drink, Jesus!”

Law’s entire body suddenly pressed against yours, one hand moving to squeeze your face almost roughly

You felt your legs shaking as a strange, sudden flood of desire for the man coursed through your body

Leaning in, his lips inches from yours, his face flushed, he spoke

“What in hell makes you think he’s good enough for you?”

You blink. “W-what?”

“You could have a fucking Warlord, y/n, and instead you’re flirting with randos at a bar in the middle of nowhere?”

Law’s face betrayed a strange amount of pain in it, more feeling than you were used to seeing in your captain

You blinked again, slower this time. “Are you… are you jealous of him?”

Law stared at you for a moment, like he was trying to decide what to do

Then, suddenly, he grabbed you hard and yanked you close to him, his lips crashing into yours

The heat pooling between your legs—things you’d never realized you felt for your captain—ensured that you kissed him back, your tongue dancing with his, his hands desperately groping at your body

You almost immediately began to unbutton his jeans, feeling his cock pulse against your fingers

“God… please, y/n…”

You freed his member from the confines of his pants quickly, taking it into your hand before suddenly he stopped you, looking into your eyes

“Before we do this… you should know that I don’t share, y/n.”

You smile teasingly. “So what, does that make me like your girlfriend?”

“If you want to be.”

Oh.

You’d never really considered it before, but you can’t deny how close you’d always felt to Law. He had a strange way of making you feel safe even in the scariest circumstances

His kindness beneath his creepy exterior, his fierce intelligence, his loyalty to his crew

And the throbbing of his (surprisingly big) cock in your hand was only making it easier for you to make a decision

Wordlessly, you nodded, never breaking eye contact

Law smirked

Pinning you hard back against the wall, he had your shirt off in a heartbeat as you stroked him, rubbing drops of precum (holy shit, he was practically drooling for you) back onto his cock as you did so

He moaned, a sound you’d never heard him make before

It was strangely vulnerable and left you just that much more eager to play with him

Eagerly, Law squeezed at your breasts, flicking and pinching hard at your nipples, leaving you moaning in turn

His hand made its way to your throat and squeezed suddenly

It wasn’t enough to cut off your air, but it left you dizzy all the same—you were surprised to say that you kind of loved it

Yanking your hips from against the wall and digging his pelvis hard into yours, he slapped your ass hard

First once, then repeatedly

You couldn’t help the squeals escaping your mouth as he struck you, feeling your juices staring to overflow, running down your leg

“Don’t you ever—“ slap. “Talk to losers—“ slap. “At random shitty bars—“ slap. “EVER again—“ slap. “Understand me?”

All you could do was moan his name as he finished spanking you, stroking your ass softly to take the pain away

Law gently released your throat, letting you breathe normally again

You felt your legs giving way as you breathed deeply, but Law caught you, wrapping them around his waist

“Ready for me to fuck my pussy?” He murmured as he slid your pants down enough to position himself between your legs

“God yes, Law… please, it belongs to you and only you…” you gasped

The words were barely off your tongue when the head of Law’s cock pushed inside you

Stars sparked in your eyes as he slowly filled you, two fingers sliding down to trace circles on your clit

He held his position for a moment, letting you adjust to being stretched by his girthy cock before he started moving, slow at first

“I’m going harder,” he warned you, kissing you gently before he began thrusting deep into you

Over and over, he hit that spot inside you that had you screaming his name, flooding his big cock with your juices

You felt yourself rocketed to the edge of cumming within minutes, your body twitching and humming with the feeling of him touching you, kissing you, filling you

You’d never known you could want someone like this, least of all your own captain

Your back was arching before you know it, and your orgasm overtook you, spilling you into Law’s strong arms as you screamed into his shoulder, not giving a fuck who heard

It wasn’t long before Law followed, grabbing your already sore ass and growling your name as he pumped ropes of hot cum deep inside of you, marking you as truly his own

The two of you collapsed against the wall of the tavern, catching your breath as Law pulled you close to him

“Not the most romantic place for our first time, but it was still pretty fun,” Law laughed as he pressed a kiss to your hair

“My y/n.”

“Should we get back to the others?” You asked

Law considered it for a moment

Then he smiled

“I’m going to go tell Bepo we’re tired and going back to the ship early. After all, there’s so much more of my girl I haven’t gotten to enjoy yet.”

End

#one piece law #trafalgar d law x you #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #bepo one piece #penguin and shachi #trafalgar law x reader #Diglett writes

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yuyu1024 · 4 months

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I think... I love you

Pairings: Yunho × y/n x Mingi

Genre/tags: arrange marriaged, love triangle,

Warning: 🔞🔞🔞📢 cheating (don't do this) smut/angst, cursing, pet names, a hint of family relationship issue but not much, smoking, fetish/kinks, jealousy

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 4.2k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: continutation of 'Won't you regret it?' I hope its a good part 2 for you guys

-- also question... if you are the FL... who would you chose?

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated 😊

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"Are you alright?"

Yunho enters our bedroom bathroom where I am standing in front of the mirror, zoning out. He is busy undoing all the buttons of his white shirt.

"Since we came back from my parent's house... you've been quiet."

Usually when we are together, I nag. Just a tiny bit. Or maybe not nag but you know chat. I rarely talk to anybody since I got married so, I talk whenever he is arround.

I always tell him what I did during the times he was gone like updating him since he have no clue what the heck is going on with me coz he is not the type to chat with you when he is away. He just text. Though very seldom.

"Yunho..." my eyes darts at him, through the mirror

"Hmm?" He answers while he's facing away and undressing.

"Can we have sex tonight?"

(I know what you may think. That sex is just my main purpose in life but i swear its not. I just... idk... find it... my go to when i dont know what to do? Plus how can I not want it if I have Yunho as my guy?)

He pauses unbuckling his belt and turns around, "do you really want to?"

I sigh as I face him as well. "I want sex. I miss sex." Then I look down at my dirty skirt. "I missed.... you... I guess..." I trail off, a whisper.

This is very out of my character. I admit I do ask him for sex when I want and need it. But saying I miss him outloud... thats new from me.

And yes he always ask me if I really want to. He always wants me to confirm what I want and need. He always makes sure that I am completely 100% okay with it. Because Yunho, well I did mention that he is amazing at sex right? Or if I haven't. HE IS. and If i also forgot to say that boy have kinks and fetishes, He does have. Also even though He looks like an angel, he does rough sex as well especially when he's really in his momentum.

I was stunned when we had our first rough sex during our honeymoon. I almost didn't recognized him. But that was fun. It was an experienced I never had before. (Don't worry it's not too extreme. Just a little spank, choking and tying my hands sort of thing. And this man loves biting my neck and shoulder)

"What did you say?" He asks. His eyes are wide and looks lost

I roll my eyes and turn my back to him. "Nothing..." he didn't heard me.

I guess I am a bit relieved he didn't heard me say I miss him. Because how dare me utter those words after what I did today? I let his friend, his bestfriend, eat me out and even agreed to have sex the next time we meet.

I am evil. I always tag myself as the poor girl who got married to a guy who I don't love, the girl her parent's threw under the bus and the girl who have nothing besides be a wife to him. The fuck? I am the worst person ever. Between the two of us, I am the devil.

"Well... do you want to have sex or not?" I ask again

He's now behind me. He snakes his arms around my waist as he watches me through the mirror.

"Don't you miss having sex with me?" I spat

"What do you mean?"

I turn again to face him, looking up. "Whenever you're home. I always ask you for sex. While.... You never do."

He crunches his brows "I do."

He does but of course the emotional girl in me feels like I ask for sex more than him.

"Not as many as I do."

"Does that matter?" He smiles

"Yes!" Not really. Maybe I just want more of him wanting me and needing me.

"Hmm?" He takes a step back, confused but still smiling. He's not offended by my drama

"Well... It makes me think that when you're away you must ha--" I pause for a second. I was supposed to add more drama by asking if he fucks other chicks than me but I saw something. "What is that?" I panic a little. It's bandage on his lower abdomen. Almost hidding on the hem of his pants. It's not big but still. "What happened?"

"Oh. It's just a small cut."

"Just a small cut? From where? How?" I look closer. "It's new..." I glance up at him, worried. "Yuyu... what happened...?"

"It's nothing..."

"Are you sure?"

He nods. "Yes... don't worry..."

Fuck. He is smiling. I guess it's not a big deal?

I sigh heavily. But it's not a relieved exhale. I know this has something to do with his work. He can always lie but I know. I am not that stupid.

We have been having sex coz... duh we are married. So we see each other naked. I've seen a few scars from his back and arms already. He might think because they are not big so its not that noticable. However I do see it. How can I not see it? I drool just gazing at his figure. I see everything.

"Hey..." he moves closer again and this time, super close that I could feel his boner through my skirt. "Don't frown... I just got back. And I want to see you smiling... not like that..." he softly says.

He cups my face with his one hand and plants the most delicate kiss I have ever received from him on the corner of my lips.

"I missed you too..." he adds before a smile creeps back in over his lips. "And... Yuyu...?" He suddenly says.

Oh crap he heard? Both? And now He's fucking teasing me! Wait. Did I really called him Yuyu outloud? Shit! That nickname is supposed to be for me only. Crap!

"Where did that came from?" He leans lower, making me arch my body to give him access and starts to kiss me on my neck. "Can you... Say it again..." he says in between kisses on my skin

"No..." I whine as I close my eyes

"Please... say it again..." he is talking so delicately all of a sudden. Sounding like a whine but a seductive request. "Say it..." his hands then gropes my boobs. My weakness.

"If I say it again... will you fuck me?"

My mouth then drops as his one hand goes straight to my core. He is caressing it and rubbing his palm on it, making me feel his fingers through my panties.

"Still on birth control?" He asks

I nod as we both look at each others eyes.

"Good."

He lifted me up, positioned me where I could sit comfotably on the top of our marble sink and spread my legs apart.

"You have no plans tomorrow.. right?" He tears up my panties making me gasp. "Coz... It will be a long night..." he snarls while he puts his pants and underwear down in one go.

I shake my head, answering no. I can't speak. I am... I am losing my mind.

He holds onto his length, aligning it with my folds and. "Answer me." He growls before he eases himself in. Full and strong.

"No!" I squeal. "I.. I have... I have no..." I put my arms around his nape, grabbing for dear life. "I have no plans..." I am breathing heavily.

My toes curls as he thrusts. Holy shit!

"Yunho! Ah!"

He is aggressive. This is different but good. Did he really meant it when he said he missed me too? Miss me how? Just for sex or miss ME?

"FUCK!" I hug him as he pounces me.

We both ruined our masters bathroom. It got messy. I need to personally rearrange our sink as I every beauty product, perfumes, body lotions and etc got thrown on the floor. Plus the towels oh god our towels. Hmm. We need to buy new ones.

****

After spending time together last night, in my surprise he didn't leave the following day. He actually fucking stayed and I woke up afterwards, still embraced by him. He's sleeping so peacefuly beside me. I finally saw him again, looking like a baby and dreaming.

This is what I want. This is what I need. This is what will make me fall in love with him. The in between the sex. Him being there, present and us having morning talks and etc. Yes sex is part of anyone's life (as long as you want it of course) but the beauty of having someone beside you, always is different.

Maybe I am selfish to wish something from a man who married me for business but I hope I could atleast get this from him. I am not asking and wishing for him to love me (if ever I get to truly learn to love him through out this marriage) I just want him to be a partner to me. I want to have and experience what my parents didn't gave me growing up. Spending time with me, giving me the attention I need even without asking and care. That's all. I know not everyone can love me but atleast just those three. Just.... that. It's not an impossible wish right?

But then again, do I even have a right to wish these from him?

****

I have been zoning out a lot these past few days. I have been contemplating and thinking about me and Yunho. Mostly about me, about my random emotions, my needs and wants.

I am definitely at lost. I may be an adult but my brain can't handle this type of adulting called the "Feelings". Especially when it gets complicated like this because of my shit descisions. Meaning hooking up with Mingi.

Why did I even did it? Like what had gotten into me? I am not like this. I know I value people's feelings. Why did I break when Mingi had his hands on my boobs that day. Why did I spread my legs for him? Why? Why?!

Am I that hungry for sex from Yunho that core just said hello to the next guy that's had the same length as my husband even though its different type of dish?

Fuck. Now I am thinking about these men as food. I am CRAZY!

"Hello baby girl..."

I jump on my seat as Mingi shows up, kissing me on the cheek.

"What the fuck?" I hiss at him, glaring even. "Why did you kiss me?" I look around and could see Mrs. Jeong and Mrs. Song from afar busy looking at the set of jewelries on the table.

Fuck. I almost had a heart attack. Glad they are busy and focused on the sparkles.

"It's just a kiss on a cheek baby." He says in his low voice, a whisper.

"Still...." I exhale, exasperated

"You are not responding to my texts lately." He says as he sits down at the chair across me.

"I got busy."

"Busy?" He repeats, sounding a bit amused. "We had a deal..."

"I am doing it... the painting... I mean."

He chuckles, leaning forward resting his elbows on his knees. "Baby girl... that's not the only canvas we planned to paint... remember?" I see his eyes scanning me from my chest down to the thing between my legs. "I was promised a sex... you gave me little taste of what heaven feels like and you're suddenly backing out?"

"I'm...."

"Well...?"

I look away and try to focus on Yunho's mother picking jewelries she would like to wear for the ball.

"Can we talk about the painting later?" I say a bit louder so the others could hear.

He chuckles and lay his back, resting. "Fine."

"Is everything alright?" Mrs. Jeong asks

"Yes." I answer smiling.

"I see." She then goes to sit down beside me and shows me this amazing diamiond tear drop earrings. "This would really go well with the black heart neckline gown of yours.. for the ball."

I look at it and my jaw drop how pretty it is. "It will... but..."

"But?" Mrs. Song butts in. "What you mean but? That's one heck of an expensive earring darling... don't you like it?"

"Oh gosh... I do... I do, Mrs. Song.. " I hold her hands and thanked her for the jewelries she brought for us to check and chose from. However...

"Did Yunho said, you two will not go to the ball?" Mrs. Jeong asks

I press my lips together. Not responding to the question. But of course, Yunho's mom knows it already.

"That boy and socializing..." she sighs

"Your son is not going again? But he said he will. He said he will atleast try once he gets married. And now he is married with this wonderful woman.. why is he not coming again?" Mrs. Song says

"Yunho really can't keep promises. What's new?" Mingi stands up and goes to stand near the open window. He's going to smoke again.

"Even if he promised to his mother?" Mrs. Song is bothered and sad.

She was expecting to see me and Yunho to the ball she will be hosting for this halloween season. It's for charity and also her favorite time of the year so she's very excited. She wants everyone to be present and to have fun.

"Even to me... his godmother?" She pouts

"We all know he's like that... work is important to him than us..." he puffs a smoke out. "Sorry Mrs. Jeong..." he adds

"It's okay dear. I know it already so..." Mrs. Jeong puts the earrings back to its case and just smiles at me. "Anyways... we can still hope for next time."

"Yeah... we can." I mumble

So, it's not only me who have issues with Yunho keeping promises and being present.

"So," Mrs. Jeong stands up, hands together and smiling. "We will go now and do more meetings with the coordinators for the ball. Final run downs of the flow of the party, theme and set designs... how about you two?"

"I'll stay." Mingi answers immediately. "We have to talk about commission..."

"Commission?" Both of the ladies repeat

"He requested for me to paint a portrait of him..."

"Really?" Mrs. Song sound surprise

"Money will go to charity." I add

"That's good then!" Mrs. Song is happy to hear the word charity. "Looking forward for the painting... we can display it at the house when its done."

"Sure will." Mingi answers.

The moment everyone left the room and silence fills up the emptiness, Mingi chuckles as he sees how frozen I got onto my seat.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He says

"I know." I look down at my knotted fingers on my lap.

Yes. Mingi may look like he'd beat anyone up but he is gentle with me. Nice with me. I never once feel like he means any harm. Well except on our first meeting months ago. We argued yes but he is still sweet to me.

"Are you thinking about Yunho? On why he does not want to go to the ball?"

I look up at him and nod.

His snorts a laugh. "It's been awhile since you two got married. Don't you guys had any getting to know each other talks? Or its always sex when you two are together?"

My eyes twitching at his claims. (Though he is right)

"Anyways... don't care about your sex life with him." He walks back to the chair from earlier and puts off his cigarette on the ash tray.

"So?" I ask

"You should ask your husband about it...not me..."

"I did. He just said he's busy that day."

"That's lie. Every one's schedule of each families that are invited for that day, are all clear. It had been agreed on for years now. It has been a tradition for decades now. So... ask him again.

"Oh..." my back finally touches the foam of the chair I am sitting on.

Oh Yunho. Why is it so hard for him to talk to me? Be open with me? Did I not give him enough reason to trust me and to feel safe around me?

I had shared my life with him. The stories from my mother and the stories from me, He knows a lot about me more than anyone. My first crush, the first time I got my heart broken, the insight about my feelings about my parents and relatives. Even stories about my struggles with relationship with people. I showed him vulnerability. And yet, it is still one sided.

Yes he did tell stories about him too. His life when he was a kid, during his university days and his hobbies. But those are common knowledge (I think). All of that are also known by his family and friends. He never shared his own thoughts and feelings to me. He never let his guard down with me. It's always positive. Everything is okay and good.

Maybe for him, whatever we have, will remain a contract. Just a signed piece of paper for him no matter.

I think, I should just stop thinking about him. I should stop overthinking about us and whatever feelings I am slowling building for him. I will only get hurt at the end. I am just someone for him to have sex with when he's home.

I know, I know he did say he missed me too. Twice. But maybe he just says that because he miss sex. Not actually me.

"You're frowning..."

"Hmm?"

I glance up and see Mingi standing infront of me, leaning in as he lightly flicks me on the forehead.

"You're not listening to me..."

"What? Did you say something? Sorry... I was--" I stop. I could not tell him what I was thinking.

"Was what?"

"Nothing." I mumble before I get off my seat. "I'm just gonna go..."

"You're going? Just like that?" He says as I walk pass him. "You are in my house..."

"So...?"

"So?" He repeats, "Baby girl, didn't I made you feel good? Didn't you like my tongue in your pussy?" Here we go again. He is teasing me again. He always ask this whenever we meet.

I glare at him. "Stop." Hushing him as someone might hear him.

"Don't worry... everyone is gone. This is my house."

"What you mean gone?" I look around

"I don't have anyone here... I'm alone."

"That can't be."

"Oh yes... it can. My staff only comes here during the weekdays and they don't stay pass 6pm. I like my privacy."

"So you mean..."

"Yes." He slowly comes closer and closer. "It's a Saturday too... the staff you saw with my mother are hers. And they left with her already so..."

My back then hits a wall from whatever room we are in.

"We can do what was promised to me months ago and no one will know." He smirks as his body finally reaches mine.

"We can't..." I say quietly

"Why not?" He whispers, lowering his head and kissing me on the cheek. "I know you liked what we did last time..."

"I did." I can't lie about that.

"So what's holding you back?" His hand roams around my curves until it reaches the buttons of my blouse. "You like this right? You like it when I play around your nipples..."

He hasn't finished opening my blouse, he just slid in his fingers in so it could touch my laced covered tip. He's teasing me. He wants me to react.

"Stop..." I say

"You tell me to stop... but baby girl... if you could only see how aroused you look right now..." he grabs my face with both hands and tilt it up so I could look up at him. "I just touched you and your eyes are already dreaming for more..."

"We can't do this... It was a mistake..."

"It maybe a mistake for you baby girl. But for me..." he finally kisses me. His tongue invades my mouth until a moan carries my soul out of my body. "You are my heaven right now."

That's it. I am gone. I didn't even fight the urge. This officially makes me a whore.

Mingi carries me with while we kiss. He sits back down at the chair from earlier but now I am with him. No, actually, on top of him. I am riding him.

"Ugh!" He throws his head back, hands gripping on my hips. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

This is so wrong. Why don't I have a backbone to say no to Mingi? What the hell is wrong with me?

"Ahh!" I cry as I bounce faster and made him go deeper in me. "It's so good..." my voice is shaky

"You take me so well." He say breathing heavily. His brows creases and mouth in an O. "Fuck!"

After a few more strokes, both of us came together. I collapse onto him. I drained all my energy squating on him.

"That was amazing..." he says

I could hear his heart beating so fast as my head rests on his chest.

"Y/n..." he calls my name

"Hmm...?"

"If ever..."

"If ever what...?" I ask closing my eyes.

"If ever you decided to end thing with Yunho... I want you to know... that I'll be here waiting for you."

My eyes flings open, "What did you say?" I got up so fast

"I am willing to marry you... if you and Yunho don't work out."

"M-marry? What the fuck are you saying? Your dick is still inside me and you go on saying if I get divorce one day.. you will... marry me?"

"Yes." He answers it like its nothing yet he looks so darn serious.

"You think... he will divorce me?"

"No... he will not... which sucks. Because who will divorce someone like you...?" He caresses my cheek and smile. "I am just laying it out to you... the other option you have if it does happen... I am not wishing any harm into your marriage baby girl... well besides more sex with you I guess..." he smiles and then winks

"You are crazy." I roll my eyes at him

"I am. I know that." Then he grunts as he slowly moves his hips again. "Crazy as I am offering and willing to be your lover even just behind closed doors."

I could feel him get harder again in me. He's aroused again. I haven't recovered from the high yet and here he goes again. I'm still hugging his length.

"You're blushing reacting to my dick moving in you." He teases

"S-shut up." I moan the words out as my inside tenses up again with him rocking me on him.

"Baby girl..." he hugs me and breathe in my scent. "Ahhh..." he is moaning along with me.

Fuck what is this. We just had sex just a few minutes ago and now we are doing it again. I am not complaining though coz holy shit it was good. A different good. However this one, this second one... feels different.

"Y/n..." he says my name again. His hands around my body and his face resting on my chest. "Y/n..."

All of a sudden, the bad boy, aggressive and blunt Mingi becomes tame and yearning.

"Let me be your lover." He mumbles. "I don't think I can't move on from you after this...." he then trails kisses on my chest up to my neck. "I want to be with you... even just like this... to pleasure you..."

My body then reacts to his words. I know it did. I felt him clench onto me when I felt something in me dwells up a strong emotion.

"Fuck..." he breathes burrying his face on my neck. "Please... y/n...ahhh... please... Say yes... say yes to me. I-I need you..."

I am crying. This is my first time hearing someone say they want to be with me. I know he might be just saying it out of his sex high but hearing the words... and him getting vulnerable because of me.

What did I do to him to make him want me? We only saw each a few times after the first meeting. Most of it was us talking about the painting and him doing poses for me for inspirations. Yes it were more than a handful of lunch dates, still related to the painting and all but... he got feelings for me?

Is it because my brain is so messed up thinking about me and Yunho, our complicated relationship that I missed the part that Mingi and I got a connection? That we got to know each other more than I realized?

But this is wrong. I am married. Fuck, I'm so confused.

"Oh, Mingi..." I moan his name as he sensually bites my earlobe.

"Say yes....I beg you." He lifts me up and move us both to the sofa. He's now on top of me and finally sees the tears coming out of my eyes. "Don't cry..." he kisses my damp cheek. "I promise, I'll make you happy and safe..."

"But..."

"As I said... I don't give a fuck about your sex life with Yunho. I don't give a damn fuck about your marriage. I want you. I need you." He leans in to kiss me again. "And I think... I love you."

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bomboncito0 · 5 months

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Yandere Twisted Wonderland x F!Reader

Prologue to upcoming chapters. Feel free to request, but nothing too extreme. Yet. Also english is not my first language sorry for errors.

☆World of the wicked☆

[-F Reader]

This is the prologue to upcoming chapters as they go on it will get disturbing and settling.

This is a yandere story.

Warning swearing⚠️

Is this what you get?

For being so miserable..?

Remembering how a few hours ago you were planning on running away from your home you could not stand your parents who were always making you feel miserable any way they could.

You'd run away from home hoping to live peacefully, but that didn't work out, did it?

Then out of nowhere you were in a coffin that you out punched the fuck out of holding your bag in your other hand the next thing you knew a cat blowing fire out of his mouth and running around causing chaos.

"I didn't take no damn edible...!" I said, looking down into the pocket of my hoodie. All there was gum and a pocket kife.

And my lighter oh yeah and my backpack filled with all my stuff.

After all that bullshit they kicked the cat out. I felt bad for the little devil because he wanted to attend the 'college'.

Then Crowley immediately tried to send me back home after everyone was told to fuck off.

But the stupid ass mirror was acting dumb.

"What do you mean you don't know where [Address Name] is!?" I said, looking at the stupid mirror as it just gave me a dead look.

"Oh dear!" Crowley said.

I was in the world of the wicked.

Since the headmaster was so generous he allowed me to stay in ramshackle dorm that looked like a fucking crack den.

Then the cat came back and told me not to snitch on him.

"I ain't no snitch!" I said looking at 'grim' as I grabbed the broom and cleaned this poor dorm that had been abandoned in a long ass time.

"Good, you better!" Grim was cut off by Crowley holding a fancy bag. "I've brought some food -"

Then he made Grim burn his ghost form or something shit idk.

★☆★

Crowley assigned us to be janitor some shit.

After this, I was gonna hit the library and look for books if we have time.

"This garden janitor type shit jobs sucks balls," I said, raking the leaves. Grim wasn't doing shit. All he did was sit his ass down.

"Dude, really?" I said, looking at him.

I stopped as I heard Leafs crunching on the ground, so I turned tf around so fast I almost made grim go flying into the pile of leaves.

"Woah, what the hell, human!?" Grim said as he lost his balance. I scooped him up.

"Woah! We didn't mean to startle you, dude!" Dude 1 says shocked.

"But ace you said we wouldn't startle him!" Dude 2 says.

They think I'm a dude.

Well, I am wearing a baseball cat with my hair in a lower bun and wearing the very baggy coveralls with some boots.

"Can I help yall?" I asked looking at both of them examining them.

"Jeez, what with the passive aggressiveness?? We're only saying Hi!" Ace said, looking at you with attitude.

"Ok. What's good?" I said as I shook Ace's hand tightly then I turned to Deuce and did the same.

?? They looked dumbfounded.

"What's with the look? Yall wanted to say, "Hi,so I say what's good, " I said, looking at them.

"That's one way to say it" Deuce said laughing nervously but I wasn't laughing so he shut up.

"One of you smells good," I said as a strawberry and rose sweet scent hit my nose.

"It's not me. I forgot to put my cologne on this morning, probably Deuce." Ace said.

"No, I forgot actually -"

"Why aren't both of you in class?"

They both froze as they turned around it was a shorter dude.

"Oh! Housewarden...!!" Ace said nervously.

...

"Mind awnsering my question hm?" Riddle said sternly.

"I bothered them. I asked them for directions to the cafeteria, and I'm new to this job," I said, looking at the red head who looked at me.

"Is that so? Very well then, " He said as he looked at both ace and deuce.

"Do not let it happen again or I shall have your head's next time" He said with a smirk.

...

As he walked away."What a pain in the ass!" Ace said, annoyed."Hey, if you gonna talk shit say it to his face!" I said."No way, dude!" Ace said."That's what I thought, dude," I said, folding up the latter."Ha, he doesn't have the guts!" Grim said."Oi shut -" Grim threw the brush into Ace's mouth."Ew, dude, there's bird shit on the brush." I said disgusted.

★♡☆

Ace and deuce were cool, but yeah, I'm now helping crowley sort out his papers since I guess his dumbass left the window open, and his papers flew everywhere.

"I've been thinking (y/n) why don't I let you attend school here, hm?" He says out of the blue.

"Are you crazy!? I'm a girl! I can't keep up with snobby privileged dudes. Also, how am i supposed to throw hands!?" I said, panicking.

"Why I did think of that? perhaps a potion to help you smell like a man will do. I'm sure nobody will pick on you! I saw you made friends with those two freshmen from heartslabyul!" The headmaster said as he clapped his hands together.

What?

"I have a uniform that is big enough to cover your feminine body. Why, of course, aren't I just generous!" He said.

What kind of fucking drugs is he on!?

"Yes! You both shall start tomorrow, but you will get some privileges, but no special treatment, got that?" Crowley said.

Grim said something.

But I'm confused and lost....?

What the fuck??

"Here is your school uniform!" Crowley handed it to me as I stupidly took it.

"Wait, what?" I said, looking at him confused.

"Now off you go, you want to get enough rest for tomorrow. Do you now?" The headmaster said, pushing us out.

"No, I said -"

"Wonderful, I shall see you tomorrow!"

He shut the door in my face.

"Yoohoo! I can't wait!" Grim said smugly.

Fuck ain't this some shit.

★First Day Of School★

I forced myself to get up. I looked around the dark room and up at the windows.

It was around 5 since the headmaster gave me a phone he talked about no magicam but I could not give 2 fucks about social media after school I'll hit the library and look for a way to go home.

I looked at the school uniform it looked uncomfortable, so I decided to slip my pj's underneath and some cozy socks with my black air force ones.

Since I have my bag and it fits all of my stuff because I made it all fit.

It was baggy, but it was okay. All I needed was a blet, so I grabbed my belt and adjusted it.

"Wake up, grim!" I said.

"Ughhh!" Grim whined as he rubbed his eyes.

Well shit I just need to do my hair he never said anything about baseball caps or Bandana , but I just tied my hair up and drank that liquid crowley told me to drink.

Yeah, I look like I don't belong here.

I stood out the air forces made me taller and the pants I creased them last night so also the jacket and black vest and button up the bow tie was shaped differently from everyone else's cuz crowley aint got no more ties.

Well shit this shit will do.

And no fuck them gloves I ain't no fancy pants.

I closed the door to the room as I saw grim eating cereal with water.

"Ya know, we got honey buns, right?" I told him.

"Huhh? We do? Well, I don't mind eating anything! But toss me one!" Grim said," So I did.

I forgot I told Ace and Deuce as I heard a knock at the door. I rushed to open the door. "Yall can come in!" I said, looking at them.

"Jeez, this place looks big! And it's neat!" Ace said as he looked around.

"Ya should've seen how it looked when I arrived," I said.

"Must of been a pain to clean up," Deuce commented.

"Okay, I'm done!" Grim said, looking at us.

"Let's get going now or we'll be late!" Deuce said.

"Ya," I said nervously.

Hell was just about to start...

We had our first class with Professor trein as Ace was already yawning, but Deuce was asking questions. I was just confused as if the grim was doodling.

Is this like the history back home?

Also, extra sugar coated and lies?

I listened to the lecture and wrote some notes down even though they were boring.

"Did you take notes (fake/name)?" Deuce asked.

"Yeah, a couple," I said, carrying these stupid books.

"Ugh, I got a basketball meeting during class!" Ace said, annoyed.

"Sounds lame" Grim said as he munched on a honey bun.

"Oh! (F/n) Did the headmaster ever tell you about the Dorm leaders and vice dorm leaders?" Deuce asked.

"Tf is that?" I said, confused asf.

"Woah, he didn't tell you!?" Ace said.

"Nope," I said, confused.

"You know that red-haired guy that was talking to us yesterday that's Riddle Rosehearts Our Housewarden-"

"I don't really care," I said, looking around.

"WHAT!?" Deuce said.

"Dude, how careless are you?? Ya know if you mess up in front of one of them, your toast!" Ace said.

"I don't care. I didn't give 2 shits about the student body at my old school," I said.

"I could care less too!" Grim said.

"Oh yeah, just a heads up, Vargas mixed the class up, so half of us will have class with the 3rd year's," Ace said.

Well shit fuck.

"Let's go to Crewel's classroom," Deuce said as we both headed inside.

"Also be careful the 2nd year's are in here doing some lab," Deuce said.

"Sounds boring," Grim said.

Deuce was showing us how to make a potion that helps you relax.

"And all you got to do is stir!" Deuce said," So I did. It looked like crystal.

"Smells horrible!" Grim said disgusted.

"Heyyyyy~ Deuce and uhhh?"

"Hey Cater! This is grim, and that's (f/n)!" Deuce says.

...

"Nice too, meet you both. I'm Cater Diamond, a third year, but you can call me Cay Cay~!" He winked at me.

Ew wtf.

"If you're a third year, what are you doing in here?" Grim asked.

"I had to stay to make up a potion!" Cater said cheerfully.

I paid no interest and went back to crushed flowers that Deuce asked me to do.

"How about a selfie~?" Cater said, pulling out his phone.

"No," I say sternly.

"Huh? Why not? It'll be fun!" Cater said as he got closer to you.

Dude wtf get tf back.

I moved away towards Deuce."Uh Cater (f/n) doesn't like that sort of stuff," deuce."Talk about boringggg"Cater said, looking at you with a frown."Boring? For not wanting to have our privacy leaked? Grow up, ain't everyone like you!" I said as looked him dead in the eyes's. Deuce looks at me."Deuce, your friends seem to like making enemies," Cater said.

"Oh! (F/n) doesn't mean it he's just not used to our world. Cut him some slack cater!" Deuce said, looking at you.

But you went back to crushing flowers.

"Alrighty I gotta go anyway"Cater said leaving.

"You need to really be careful. Everyone around here is... not like in your world (f/n)."

"In my world we bashed motherfuckers brains out for talking shit if we didn't like some asshole we settled it out in the streets or they get their brains blown out" I said looking at him.

Ew, I sound like them wannabe edgy people.

"Woah, that's uh too violent." Deuce said, looking at you confused.

"But you cannot do that here!" Deuce said scolding you.

"And I'm sure you don't have the guts to do that!" Deuce said scolding you even more to the point 2 other freshman turned around to look at both of you.

"Humans! Quit fighting do you not see we are trying to finish our lab!" The tall one shouted

"So please quit down over," the short one said.

"Freedom of speech and why yall being nosey nobody was talkin' to both of you," I said, looking at them.

!!!

☆★☆

Throughout the day (f/n) was almost jumped by some assholes from Savanaclaw and then some dude named Azul was saying some sketchy shit to grim so you took him away and well physical education made you snap.

"What do you mean we can't be together?" I asked Vargas, who was looking at us with a big smile.

"(F/n) I need you with that group over there!" Vargas says.

? "And for you, grim!" Vargas said.

I walked over there forcefully my legs were giving up on me I just wanted to go to the library and try to get out of this hell hole.

We started to play everyone was already mean asf.

Volleyball that's what we were playing it they were hitting it too fucking high I got nervous as I noticed some asshole looking at as he served it towards me.

I hit that shit so hard my hand ached it hurt so much.

Luckily Deuce was in my team but ace was running.

"You got this (f/n)!" Deuce said, looking at me.

"You too!" I said these 3rd years got no chill.

"Um Deuce do you know these guys" I asked as I turned to whisper at him.

"And you didn't want to know about the dorm leaders or vice dorm leaders?" Deuce said.

"What?" I said.

"Okay, well, that's Leona kingscholar, the dorm leader of Savanaclaw," He said as I stared at him he was bickering with a blue haired dude and a blonde with purple highlights.

"Next to him is Idia Shroud, the dorm leader of- watch out!" Deuce yelled as the volleyball goes flying as it slams into the fucking grass making a hole in the process.

A dude with horns had severed the volleyball, and the students in our team crouched in fear as the ball missed me as Deuce moved me out the way.

"Are you okay!?" Deuce said.

"Yeah thanks to you what's with those motherfuckers are they trying smoke us??" I said annoyed as I looked at the horned dude and a dude with a baseball cap was fangirling over him.

"Merveilleux!" He shouted and clapped as the blonde with purple highlights behind him looked at him annoyed, and so did Leona.

"We're not playing anymore!" Our teammates said as they ran off like as if they were rat's stealing cheese.

Me and Deuce looked at each other.

So I grabbed the volleyball.

"Ya wanna serve?"

"You want to stay..?" Deuce asked.

"I'm not scared of nobody," I said.

He nodded as I passed him the ball, and he served, but it was immediately served back, so I jumped and threw that shit back, and then they hit it back, but they hit Deuce in the face.

"Oh shit!" I said as I looked at Deuce.

"I'm okay!" He said, trying to hide his anger??

"Hey! What's your problem!" I said, trying not to swear.

"It's not worth it (f/n)!" Deuce said sternly.

They were looking at us as if they did nothing the fucking audacity.

"Yea, I'm talking to yall. Why you trying to kill us!!!" I said pissed.

"Dude, come on!" Deuce said.

"These privileged ass motherfuckers think its okay to beat on us!" I said annoyed.

"You're half their size! You can't fight them they'll kill you!" Deuce warned you but headed over there with attitude.

"Hey! (F/n)!" Ace said, running towards you.

"What's the matter herbivore cat got yer tongue?" Leona said smugly.

"I'm still taking! You snobs trying to kill us!!" I said, looking at them pissed asf.

Ace then drags you away forcefully.

"Dude, not cool. Those guys will mess you up," Ace warned.

"Do not give a fuck!"I said annoyed.

☆★☆

"What's with the tough guy act (f/n)? You can't do that around here!" Deuce scolded.

"I don't care how rich or strong they are I'm not scared of nobody!" I said angerly.

"You should chill out I'm serious you have no magic those dudes can seriously mess you up!" Ace said.

"Maybe a drink will cheer you up!" Deuce said.

"Yeah!" Grim said. "I'll get em I started this shit might as well cool off!" I said, getting up from the bench.

"Are you sure -""Yea," I headed off to find the vending machine.

"Why if it isn't the Trickster!"

???

I turned around and saw the assholes from earlier.

"Fufu~" Is this who you are talking about Malleus?"

...

"Tch, it's just the herbivore," Leona said pissed off. "What kind of shitty names are those??" I said, looking at them as I noticed a vending machine far behind them.

"My! Do you run your mouth all the time?"

"No." I said.

"Hmph, you lie as well potato"

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?

"Um ya know, I could make you guys mad another day, but possibly tomorrow, but I need to get to that vending machine, and your fat assess is blocking the way." I said, looking up at them. I think someone dropped something.

"What did you say!?"

"How ill mannered!"

"Hmph!"

"Why look at yourself!"

"Oh my!"

I couldn't help it. I was laughing like it was the funniest shit I've ever heard. "Yall funny!" I said, laughing my ass off. I can't breathe! I've never seen anybody react like that. Usually, it would end up in a fist fight or hair pulling type shit.

I then turned around and headed off to another vending machine.

☆♡☆

"What took you so long?" Grim pouted."I was laughing at the assholes from earlier!" I said laughing."What!?" Deuce says."You really wanna get in a fight with those dudes!" Ace said.

"No, they talked to me first !" I said.

☆☆☆

I headed off to the library with grim who was complaining about how the other students were being assholes to him."They think they all that," I said as we headed inside it was empty asf, bro."We got the place to ourselves!" Grim said. "I guess," I said.

I looked around for books while grim looked around.

"Tf is this shit I don't understand any of this shit," I said, confused as I looked through the books.The only book I found was 'Is it possible to travel to another dimension?' The library was too big and it was getting dark.

"Let's go, grim, we gotta make dinner," I said."Finally! I'm starvin!" Grim said.

How long will you be stuck in the villain's world?

This wicked world...

It was going to be a month since your arrival and well things....just keep getting worse...

#twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #bomboncito0

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ancientgoddessofegypt · 3 months

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Trapped Inside A Scapegoat: Astral Traveling & The Truth About Certain Demons & Entities

So I wanted to bring up some things about demons, lower entities and the dream states that we fall into when we are asleep in the night. I will never forget my first encounter of seeing the unseen, but one particular story I have in mind puts me back into a spell.. Its like a hazy feeling, I never knew how to explain the things that happened but it scared me to the point that I could never sleep past 2:30, and if I was still awake I stayed awake until dawn. Boy, high school was a drag.

Just an fyi, if you dont believe in spirits or the spiritual realm then this isnt for you. k? k. <3

On these nights I couldn't sleep, it would be because of the sleep paralysis that would happen and the weird energy I would be forced to recognize during these hours. As well as seeing things that just did not make sense, I would look at the clock to see it was either 2 am to 4 am. Never an in between.

So, I wanted to go in with a little story time, maybe this will help me unbox some things that happened. Because after a long ole while, after this event, my life changed... seemingly more depressive, and anxiety would be in the forefront of my reality for a long while.

Back when I was a teen, I remember cakin' on the phone with this one guy I had the biggest crush on, and it was around 2:30 at the time. At about 3:00 I told him I was tired and quickly laid down to rest.

So let me give you guys some details. I normally like to rest on one side of my body, typically on the right side and in my room I face the window. So from my memory, our conversation lasted til 3:08. I NEVER forgot the time. Sometimes Im a quick dreamer, so I go to bed pretty easily. Anywho, I remember the dream started where I was in my room. It was really interesting, me and a few people that I knew from high school (and my old school that I had just recently moved away from) were practicing some cheers because we were training to be on the cheer team. It was weird. In the dream some of them had on cheerleader gear, and some of them we're outside the front of my room where I could see them thru the window. The girls told me they would be right back as they we're going to get their things for the cheerleading competition/training, they run out the room and the next thing you here is a bunch of rumbling... theirs voices speaking from around the room but i don't see nobody. next thing you know everything goes black. the blacker it gets the louder the voices... i realize from this point their speaking in an unfamiliar language... latin almost. or whatever they were saying was backwards... at this point i was able to open my eyes and i see a dark figure standing right in front of me. What took me off guard was that its eyes, they we're like stars and had this intriguing shine to it. It was 'bald' but had a human-like body but no mouth ears and barely even a nose... I could feel it touching me, the back of my neck had chills as you can tell thats where it was touching on me. I grew scared but remembered I could get up.

And then boom. I woke up.

But this is what i thought was weird. Remember when I said I was sleeping on my side? I woke up on my back, facing the mirror. I looked at the time and it was 3:16 am.

What. The. Fuck.

I had barely slept? How could that be? All of this happened within a matter of minutes. I was exhausted. I said, 'Was this the devil?'

Quickly I ran into my grandparents room, lmao, yeah I know. I was scareeeeeeeed. My room felt cold after that. I had to go.

And for a while, that wouldn't be my last encounter. I mean, the thing went away, but there was more to come. At this point, I had to face the mirror. I mean literally face the mirror because its the center of the room and my bed faces it. But I had to sleep... This would go on for many months until one day it just.. sorta stopped. I began my journey of law of attraction, numerology, and metaphysics at this point and grew a little happier. So maybe it was destiny.

So let me get into a few things about this dark shadow being and some tips about whats going on:

Mirrors are shapeshifting portals. Their portals to other dimensions. And 'entities' can & will come through here in the access of dreams/illusions/nightmares etc.

3 am is considered the 'devil-hour' - this is when the veil to the spirit realm is unlocked and you can see more outside of the veil.

Fear and lower energies can 'attract' these beings to your door step. They can smell it on you.

That 'shadow' being could be insight to whats deep inside of yourself. Your power. Your Energy. Your light. Even on the other side it's noticed.

So when I seen this being, I was shook out of my mind. But wait.. after moments and time of introspection. I've learned that it's mirroring back at me something I never thought I would ever thought was me.

Months later I digged into astrology, numerology, found some things about angel numbers, started trying to process the spiritual realm much more clearly. Because the thing kept happening to me, and I was always an anxious & yet fearful girl, I knew there was a bit more strength in me.

When the thing came, I was trying to get out a depression when I was at my old school and once I had finally returned back to my hometown I was little happy. But at night, our darkest feelings, our inner shadow shows its weight, and also our potential.

I've tried tapping into that 'fear', and have learned there is so much more about me due to the dreams I've had of my future. It takes me back to the shadow figure from that night. Because why we're you there?

Also, what stuck to me the most was that a friend at the time told me that if you see something like that and it touches you, some sort of witchcraft might be on you... another topic, for another day I suppose.

But it always stuck with me, because... how so?

At the time when I was in high school and seen these weird entities because again, this went on for MONTHS. Every other day and night. I noticed before then I had a fear complex, thats what I'll call it. Always anxious, always sad, always depressed, been that way since a young girl. So now we get to the part where we talked about a trapped consciousness.

Because immediately when that happened, I went straight to church with my grandma ! Lol. No jokes. And later found out it was not the answer I needed. It wasn't working. Not to say going to church can't help or save someone, it just didn't have the answer I thought I needed. I went looking for some time when I would go.

What I want to say is, when you see things you cannot explain. You cannot run to the church, religion, or even a 'savior', because at the end of the day YOU have to learn it. You have to come to terms with it. And I've been learning. So so very hard, and its begin to giving me the dream & insight of what was truly around the corner.

My ancestors dream. Metaphysics, Clairvoyance, My dreams where trying to come thru in the astrals and when you are at your lowest these 'things' can come in and try to warp your mind/gifts/talents/ etc.

The final thing I will say here is that they feed off our spirits because in the lower realms they need 'fuel' to get to 'heaven' and you are the source of that. We the human are 'heaven' and some entities are parasitical and need life force to move to the other side.

So fear, guilt, shame, anxiety, depression etc is one of the lowest frequencies to be on because it is denser and its harder to move 'up'.

And when you live in those vibrations, your blocking your own destiny. Your truth, your light, your power all is unlocked once you move past it.

Another thing I will say is that not all 'lower entities' are evil. But for the sake of talking about demons and entities, I will save that for another post, to leave out any confusion.

#metaphysics #demons #astrals #lower entities #astral travel #spirit realm #dreams #nightmares #entities

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dearest-painter · 8 months

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Sorry if this is cringe,Can I please have some headcanon about romantic yandere scp 4999 who fall in love with his therapist!,Immortal therapist! reader and how both of them meet? https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-4999

Hey it’s all good and listen! Cringe is dead! Your safe here! Plus everyone is both cringe and not cringe! So never worry about requesting things you’ll consider cringe

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship, abusive behavior, abusive relationship, Reader is mentioned to be the last of their kin and isn’t romantically involved with anyone(because of how that makes them more likely for SCP-4999 to appear), immortality, Reader is just..hella tired in every way possible, GLITCHING IN THE GIF, tell me if I need to add anything

Summary:How long have you’ve been alive? You ask yourself that question often yet seem to never have the answer for that..all you can do is find solidarity in the SCP foundation but you didn’t expect a SCP to be obsessed with you

You sighed as you chugged your coffee. “Bleh..taste never gets old” you sighed then went to the cell or the testing room, you forgot what it’s called. You sat down and opened the file reading the SCP…and speaking of the devil you looked up to see him. “Hello SCP 4999..or do you wanna be called something else?”

He shook his head. “You want a cigarette?” You waved your hand. “No, I don’t smoke but thank you for the offer” he nod his head and lit a cigarette for himself. “I’ll start off so it won’t be to quite. I’m Dr.Y/N, I’ll be your therapist for as long as your here. They assigned me to you as they wanted someone with immortality to help you so here I am”

He raised his eyebrow a bit so you explained. “I cannot die so I will not be effected by anything, so I am your immoral therapist” he nodded his head and didn’t say anything else but you didn’t care. He did the usual thing with every other test subject or D class and placed his hand upon yours but..it wasn’t as cold as you expected it to be..felt warm

You two didn’t talk but that was fine as the researchers behind the two way mirror was getting new information. He was slowly opening up to you and he actually seemed to enjoy your presences.

#✉️mail arrived✉️#genderfluid enity answers!#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #gn reader #romantic yandere #yandere scp #yandere x gn reader #x gn reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #yandere x gender neutral reader

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kagdowo · 9 months

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Ok to answer your tags. flynn is way too active (involved with the self/ self serving) and way too good at self care to be a seer. (also the idk about you until we've hung out enough and then i'll die for you but i'll never tell you but that's another thing entirely)

a good example of echo project seer would be cameron wilson from arches vn (seer of doom, dersite) or dave halloway (seer of time prospit)

Flynn just has too much of the akward cohabitation with his aspect too much of self imposed rules. and not enough of trying to foster pseudo mage like traits into other to be a seer.

altough yes you are right flynn is the ragest bitch to have ever raged. (you could argue that flynn ending and him spectatulary failing at self care by getting himself killed is a seerish trait. but the devil is in the details. seer hurts themselves with their opposite aspect. by misfiring their twin witch impulse (especially the women) terezi had relationship problems rose was alcoholic etc....

Mage get burned by their primary aspect while gaining instinctive non scholar insigth about it. (flynn get burned by rage when his fury against secrets and lie as well as general skepticism led him to be burned in the mine, murdoch get burned by blood with his abusive familly situation)

all in all flynn has all the akwardness the wanting to dance by their own rules the attuning to his aspect as personal insights of a mages.

i am literally a seer so i know one when i see one. P.S other fvn seers might include cordelia hendricks (seer of hope prospit) porter moore (seer of blood no idea of his lunar sway) and klaus from dawn chorus (seer of void, no idea for his sway either)

omg wow thank u so much for ur reaponse!! this was such a fun breakdown to read, and now that I’ve read it I wholeheartedly agree with u on flynn being a mage of rage.

i always had a hard time conceptualizing / understanding the mage class- like, i understood they suffer from their aspect in some way and in the process gain intuitive knowledge about it, but that was the extent of my understanding.

seers too- like, lmao now that i’m thinking about it i think i had an even looser grasp on seers than i had on mages! i didnt even know about the twin witch impulse stuff, or the stuff about fostering psuedo mages

it all makes perfect sense tho, and i’m a bit embarrassed i never really caught on to a lot of this before (especially embarrassed that i forgot seers were the passive to mages, not the other way around lol)

regardless tho, thanks so much for taking the time to write all this!! i especially love how u provided examples of other seers/mages in other fvn titles. (cameron as a seer of doom is so real but its also such a sad title, which tracks but still 😭)

i gotta ask if u’ve thought about the rest of the casts’ titles? i’ve thought about it a bit, but as shown, i don’t really have the greatest grasp of classpecting so a lot of what i have is really half baked

i think leo is definitely bloodbound and possible a prospit dreamer? or maybe he’s a prince and he’s just mirroring blood so he’s actually a prince of breath? or something?

carl feels possibly space or breath bound? maybe a page too?

jenna is either light or mind? as for class idrk

tj could be either void or hope? void cuz of syd and hope cuz of his faith and how he parallels flynn (lol i know very superficial). and as for his class… idk honestly lol

and chase… idk really lmao, maybe heart? since he’s sort of the heart of the narrative? don’t really know what class i’d give chase either tbh

and the sydney… probably doombound, right? or time, since his death sort of starts the clockdown towards the town’s undoing?

#echo project #echoproject #echovn #echo vn #sydney bronson #flynn moore #tj hess #chase hunter #jenna begay #leo alvarez #carl hendricks #hs #classpects #classpecting

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block-swing-perry · 2 years

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i should never be put into a horror movie im so sorry i am the type of person that gets so scared easily that ill beat up the first thing that moves. including myself. you guys ever tried sneaking food from the pantry and accidentally touch yourself? yeah i went ham on my arm. was very bruised. first sign of spooky and lights flickering im gonna start hallucinating. i once punched a mirror because i forgot i had blue eyes and i thought my reflection was a devil. im the human that stays human, never becomes the monster, but is almost as worse or more destructive than the monster.

#over analzing things lest i start hearing the builidng creak

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pll rewatch 1x07-1x08

while watching previous episodes, I was thinking, wait, Emily has to have a car this season because of [SPOILER]. Does she just randomly start appearing with one?

of course not. instead she wins a car (the BEAUTIFUL TOYOTA) in a raffle the same night she falls down in a mirror maze

1x07 begins with us still on Homecoming night, where we get (1) Spencer, Hanna, and Aria clinging to each other like frightened puppies while looking for Emily and (2) Toby bringing Emily to the hospital

Spencer suggests the trio split up and is immediately indignant at the idea she be the one to go alone lmao

Poor Toby. No one is nice to him :( Spencer said her classic "The devil has a name and it's Toby!" line but Pam also said "people cross the street when they see him", poor fricking teenager.

Emily is like, as someone who has exchanged more than one sentence with Toby, I don't think he's a murderer? and Spencer cannot stand it she is so annoyed

Emily phrases it as "why am in my bed and not in a body bag" <3 Emily's horror movie visceral imagination

FIRST BARRY MAPLE APPEARANCE. HE'S HERE. THE ONE KIND-OF OKAY COP IN ROSEWOOD. ALL HAIL BARRY MAPLE.

Hanna is back to winning her one-woman #BestAlly competition and she's doing so good! I'll repeat this in the tags of a future post, but it is so interesting to me that this is the first step in Hannily becoming close as a pair - before Hanna gets the photos, Aria and Spencer are the ones expressing individual concern over Emily, but once this arc happens, Hanna is all-in

And says exactly what Emily needs to hear. Also saying things to injured Emily: Pam Fields, who is stressing her daughter out and has no idea why.

Ella, Byron is a cheating douchenozzle but go to your son's sportsball game! Mike's done nothing wrong!

Spencer has zero concept of having a job, let alone a service one. Of course she can waltz right into the kitchen to chit-chat, of course Alex must be lying if he says he's working on a day the club is closed. Oh, Spencer.

She does take to making fruit kebabs to hang out with him

Alex says he's never seen her photo with devil horns before and I don't think he's lying...so an A thing? But I prefer to think that it was the kitchen employee from the day before who was all het up about Spencer's health code violations

can any of the liars look normal when talking to the blind girl. (Spencer about Jenna to Emily: You didn't eat one of her cookies, did you?)

well, Emily did okay, but Emily had to deal with Jenna straight up sitting on her bed. Who does that?? But very funny in light of the S2 Halloween episode, isn't Emily dealing with enough.

Aria playing peacemaker as Spencer and Hanna argue in the woods. Oh, Aria, it's like watching a terrier trying to get in between a bloodhound and a golden retriever.

and here we get our first inter-liar callout of Spencer's parents being there to bail her out! I completely forgot it was Hanna who does this, but very fair, Hanna, very fair

Lucas and Hanna bond over watching the stupidest youtube videos, which makes so much sense for them. SMH Sean, not even a smile for turkey on a skateboard? Between that and sending Aria flowers, you deserve the shenanigans you accidentally find yourself in later this season

Emily and Maya get to have nice cute banters about going on a date and manage to make out at a zombie movie without anything bad happening! Good for them!

Especially since everything non-Maya makes Emily look so distressed

like Toby, which leads to the best conversation Emily, Spencer, and Hanna have on Emily's window seat

Emily, clearly upset: I couldn't bring myself to ask. Jenna was so upset. But his bike… it looked like it was… like it was wrecked.

Spencer: Well, I'm not gonna cry over this, and neither should you.

Hanna: Spencer, if she liked him she can cry about it!

Spencer: Well, I'm sorry for speaking.

Spencer: ......Look she's right, I can't tell you what to feel.

and yet Spencer will never stop attempting to, love this maniac

good god I forgot about the Jason recasting, I look forward to when this dark-haired suit-wearer with a stick up his ass is gone

Best A message:

SUBJECT: THE DEDICATION

DO IT RIGHT. I'LL BE WATCHING. JUST LIKE TOM SAWYER. --A

Why did A prepend the message with a subject, do they miss emailing Spencer? I had to explain the Tom Sawyer reference too haha.

A's gonna trick them into painting a fence next

We get so many flashbacks of Alison being terrible by the lakeshore that summer day

Flashback dynamic notes: Emily smiles and laughs at everything Alison says, no matter how mean; Aria is horny for Noel and pays the least attention to Alison; Hanna laughs at the first insult Ali throws at Lucas but then very weakly tries to defend him; Spencer is...Spencer is almost getting bored of Alison's terribleness?

and yet "that's immortality my darling" remains, and so does Alison's bracelet in her nightstand drawer

I like to think Aria had to dig through all her shit to find her bracelet, compared to the other three XD

"what about justice" re: never finding out who killed Alison, Spencer my sweet summer child....sometimes Spencer is the most naive of the liars, in her own way

Spencer's already sent two S.O.S texts this season. Did the girls agree on this code or did Spencer just decide this is her way of asking for help and everyone automatically understood it

isn't this memorial a bit too revealing of her dynamic with y'all, I'd be so self-conscious

and yet, even after an episode filled with flashbacks of Alison's cruelty, I understand all four of their speeches for her.

#as much as i love how much more removed Aria's speech is in being about the concept of memorials themselves #the thing with 22 episodes is that they can really slow burn each girl's feelings about Alison in a way that feels real #pll watching #pll #jaggedwolf rambles #mine #wayne fields is in the pennsylvania national guard #which is completely compatible with an afghanistan deployment but is going to make zero sense with everything else they do with him

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I WANNA REQUEST MORE IF UR WILLING! Could you do like, prom Mary Goore x gender neutral reader?

Prom Mary Goore? Fuck yes.

Mary Goore x gn!reader

Sorry this took so long, I wrote most of it during the hurricane and then forgot to finish it until this morning. Also, as most of my mary fics go, yall aren't exactly together-together? More of implied and not confirmed. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Desc: mary/reader are seniors in HS, both 18/19.

You and Mary were total opposites. You showed up to class, did the minimum work to get an alright grade--you liked school dances, as stupid as it was.

But Mary? No, Mary was at school perhaps once a week if he could get away with it. Eventually, he couldn't get away, and he got expelled. So, there goes your lunch buddy. Hello, bathroom sandwich.

You hadn't exactly been dating at the time. But April came around, and it was prom season. It was all over Instagram, prom-posals and dress shopping on stories. Adds popped up relentlessly on David's Bridal and Windsor. It was a brutal season for you cause, A) you had no one to go with, and B) the only one you wanted to go with had zero interest in school dances. Mary Goore.

One day he'd picked you up after school and you did homework at his house, every two minutes you'd sigh dramatically and wait for him to ask "shut the fuck up or tell me what's wrong."

And that he did!

"Dude, if you don't-"

"I'm sad!" He scans your face for sarcasm, but none is found, just pouty lips and puppy dog eyes.

"...Should I even ask why?" He retorts, slouching back in his recliner. The thing was old, and there were too many springs and things popping out of it. It wasnt a suprise when you found out he'd stolen it from the side of the road in the middle of a thunderstorm.

"Yes. You should. And then you can help me on not being sad." You say matter-of-factly, biting the clicker on your pen. You eye him, waiting.

"Okay. Fine. Why are you sad?" You pounce quickly, forgetting your homework as you sit down on the armrest of his seat.

"Have you ever heard of this little thing.. it's very lowkey, kind of underground..."

"I am not going to a school dance with you." He glares up at you, but your pouty face makes his expression soften.

"Pleaaasseeeeeeee..." You wrap your arms around his head, pulling him into your chest. "I want to experience it. I only get one prom, and everyone says it's awesome--so, obviously it's gonna be a shit show." Mary grimaces at your words. "And you know how much I love to invite you to shit shows." You grin.

"Oh yeah, like your AP art show--OW-" He winces as you slap his arm, hard.

"Fuck off with that. This is all I ask. I'll never ask for anything ever again. Ever!"

"Doll, we both know that's a big fat fuckin lie." He rolls his eyes, but brings his arms up to half-ass hug you. "But fine. You owe me... like, wear something skimpy underneath."

"Dirty dirty, Mary Goore." You giggle, kissing the top of his head messily. "Thankyou thank you thank you!" You know he's joking about the skimpybunderwear, but you're already mentally going through which panties to wear. Will you even wear a bra? Probably unnecessary-

Mary brings you out of your excited thoughts with a pinch to your thigh. "You're thinking too hard. You'll get wrinkles." He rubs the crinkle between your eyebrows, stifling a laugh.

"Hey, don't make fun of me. Those are hereditary." You grin.

A couple weeks pass, and, yeah. Yeah, prom's tonight.

"I feel fucking stupid." And he looks fucking stupid with that sexy devil's lock and the suit you'd picked out. You try not to laugh, giving him what you think to be a reassuing smile.

"You look fine. Weird, cause, duh. But I think you look handsome as fuck." You walk closer, fixing his.. absolutely terribly knotted tie. You'd be surprised at how many knots he tied before realizing it was all wrong. Like, 5 too many.

"You're talking out of your ass." He snorts, scowling toward the mirror. "Seriously though, this feels ridiculous. Feels like I'm trying to be someone I'm not, you know? I thought we were done with that." He gets serious for a moment, and you frown.

"...Then let's fuck it up." It was a cheap suit from some Catholic thrift shop down the street named "Holy Trinity" or something, so, Mary was more than pleased to tear the thing up. You can see it in his eyes.

"You mean it?" He grins, almost like a kid who was promised another bowl of icecream. You nod, of course you mean it.

"Fuck it up, Mare. Here, let me help you." You grab the sleeve, ripping it clean off. A gasp leaves your mouth, accompanied by a wide smile. Damn, didn't expect that to work so well.

Mary grins, making a little excited sound before grabbing the other sleeve and attempting to take it clean off like you did--failing miserably. He doesn't let it defeat him though, and he tries a second time, succeeding.

"I got an idea." You run to his room. You basically live at his house, so you know every nook and cranny in his closet. Finding what you wanted, you bring it back out to him excitedly.

"We can mix and match. Put those sexy skinny Jean's back on and I think we can make this work." Another hour of getting dressed, and you're both wearing completely different outfits.

Mary walked out of the house with a deep red button up, a black tie with Jason's mask on it, those sexy skinny jeans and some nice loafers. On top, he added his special sleeveless jacket. Yeah, that didn't add to it much, but he insisted, and he was hot regardless of being fashionable or not.

Soon you arrived, parked, and walked inside... a little late, but no matter. It was.. fucking lame, that's what it was. There were friend groups dancing together, girls grinding on guys and vice versa. It felt like middle school all over again, you grimaced ten minutes in when the two of you sat at a table stuffing your faces.

"The food isn't even that good." You whisper yell over the terrible taste in music. The DJ will play justin bieber every once in a while, like, 2012 JB which is acceptable. But by the time he plays Havana thrice? You're pulling Mary out the back door to the karaoke room.

Some girl is singing her heart out on stage while her friends are basically whispering into the microphones, but blonde chick in the middle's having the time of her life. You wait, watch until it's too cringy to bare, and then Mary pulls you back inside.

You feel terrible for dragging Mary with you... and spending like 50 bucks on his ticket. He looks almost miserable, awkwardly standing around because he absolutely doesnt belong. But neither do you, so, you tug at your sleeves before going up to apologize.

But Mary stops you, grabbing your hands. "Hey, the music's lame, the food's kinda shit. But let's dance. You're only 18 and a senior once. You said it yourself," He's shouting over the music, grinning ear to ear. "let's just say fuck it and fuck it!"

You couldn't have said it better yourself. "Fuck it!" You race him to the dance floor, grabbing him and flinging each other around. You hit quite a few fellow dancers as you jam, but nothing quite matters like Mary's smile. He's enjoying himself at a place he swore he'd never be, surrounded by people and teachers he swore he'd never see again.

The hours flew by faster than you thought, and soon you were among the last crowd of Prom-goers. The DJ relays a message on the intercom, letting everyone know that the last dance will start shortly and then everyone needs to go home. Happily, Mary takes your hand as half the people leave the dance floor to go find their respective dance partners.

He bows as the music stops momentarily. "Will you do me the honor and have this dance with me, doll?"

"Oh, but of course." You do a little curtsey before he kisses the back of your hand. "You flatter me, Mr. Goore.."

He drags you closer, wrapping his arms around your torso. "You look wonderful tonight. Like everynight." He compliments into your ear as you wrap your arms around his neck. You could feel your face turn a million shades of red.

"So do you, Mare. Silly, but quite adorable." You say, quietly as the music. Was this happening? Slow dancing with Mary at prom, this was real? It feels like a dream you'd wake up from in the morning and immediately laugh at how absurd it was.

But it isn't a dream.

"Thanks for forcing me out." He says after a long moment of swaying, heartbeat impossibly fast. "This place is lame, but you made it so much better." Your cheeks flush again at how close he is to your face, his lips in your ear and his cheek pressed to yours softly.

You pull away, heart beating. Mary looks down at you curiously, wondering what you're doing--and that's when you kiss him.

He kind of stiffens, before his arms tighten around your waist and he pulls you closer. It's a soft kiss, softer for one Mary Goore. He pulls away shortly, opening his eyes again.

"Did you-?"

"I did-"

"Well-" You both say in unison, before you both burst out in a fit of giggles and laughter.

"I.. meant it." You say quickly, hoping to get the first word in. "I like you. I like your lips, your smile. Your eyes. I like your "fuck it" attitude. Your voice, oh my~" You dramatically swoon in his arms.

Mary pinches your back, stopping you with a flustered grin. "Okay, okay, I get it, I get it."

"I like you, Mary Goore. Can I kiss you again?" Mary unmistakably turns pink again, pupils visibly widened.

"I would like that." He nods, but he's the one connecting your lips again. The kiss is sweet, longer than the last, but still somehow... chaste and gentle.

"I like your lips, too." Mary starts, bringing a hand to your cheek. "I like your smile. I like the way you laugh at the stupid things I say. I love that you brought me here--" He caresses your cheek. "--I love... everything about you. Now, can we get out of here?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

#mary goore x reader #beloved mary #mary goore/reader #mary goore #mary goore headcanons #prom fic #prom au #frankenfaandom fic #ask #frankenfaandom asks #goore is still a delinquent #i ended up writing smut for this but decided to scrap it bc it sucked #regardless #i like how THIS turned out :)#mary goore being himself #soft mary for the soul #soft mary goore #hes in love your honor

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cinnnam0nngir16 · 2 months

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Why is my body rotting?

When the skin on my left index finger begins to shed and I start picking it

until it bleeds and my flesh opens up like a worm hole

Why is my body rotting?

On my face is a bruise from the man that chased me down the street

outside the pub at 3 AM

where I had too much to drink

where I buried my pride in somebody’s face

where I forgot about self respect

My parents raised me to be a reasonable young woman

compassionate, kind, confident, empathetic, gentle,

who knows her self worth and sets boundaries when people come too close

who understands how to be normal:

when to stop drinking,

when to go home,

when to say “I love you”.

She is all the things I am not

Like my rotting body,

disgust churns in me like a chronic disease

reflecting in every surface where I see my smudged mascara

It twists in my stomach wherever I go.

Shame clings to me like the fucking devil

“You are not unloveable,

people don’t know how to hold you.”

Why is my body rotting?

I look it up on google.

It tells me that it could be the result of bacteria invasion under the skin

An infection

A deathly illness

A sign of cancer and liver failure

It doesn’t tell me if it probes beneath the flesh

from the very centre of my entire being,

Frail and thin

It doesn’t tell me if it was the drunk man putting out his cigarette on my face

and when I ran

I ran like I had just grown legs

I wanted to stop crying - my tears burnt the wound

Maybe if I didn’t loathe what I see when I look in the mirror,

I would not give him the chance

to get close to me, to raise his cigarette to my face

I would not give anyone the chance to use me

my body, my emotions, my intensity

using all these beautiful things about me

to hurt me

At the art gallery, I read

I don’t want to hurt, I just want to be cradled

I took a picture of the towering spider sculpture beside it

When I showed it to my friend,

she said this creature will not cradle you.

My body is rotting,

and I think I know why.

#girlblogging

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 9 months

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There was no possible way that Remus' love for Sirius was reciprocated. He was looking at him now. Sleeping and drooling next to him in class. Usually Mr. Binns' classes provoked that. And he didn't even notice.

And Remus didn't care about History or whatverer war the professor was talking about. He knew all of this. So Remus dedicated himself to observe his best friend sleep.

Gosh! Sirius was so beautiful. His hair fell gracefully down his forehead. He had long eyelashes. His lips were pinky and wet, half parted. Remus was surprised he didn't snore.

It was torturous how perfect Sirius was. And Remus was bloody imperfect. He was so normal. Not attractive at all. His face was funny, so as his nose. And he hid his body every day with big sweaters and hoodies.

Remus was just lucky to be Sirius' friend. Because Sirius would never love him back.

Remus' eyes set on Sirius without even being discreet. And he smiled. How much he was wishing to kiss Sirius’ head. Or touch his hair. Something...

Remus felt a poke on his shoulder and he almost jumped. He turned to see James grinning behind him. He pointed at Sirius amused. And Remus nodded. But Peter was the same as Sirius and he was even silently snoring.

"The devil is sleeping" he murmured.

"Draw a penis on his face"

Remus snorted. He grabbed a pen and discreetly draw a little heart on Sirius' cheek. He didn't even flinch.

"I said a penis, Moony"

Remus shrugged "I am not good at drawing and you know that"

James sighed "You're boring"

Remus smiled, observing the little heart on his friend's cheek. He was soft with Sirius. He couldn't do that to him. Besides he looked cuter with that heart.

Sirius didn't notice the drawing on his face until they head to the locker room for the next period and Sirius checked himself in the mirror.

"Bollocks!" he exclaimed, wiping the ink. His friends giggled "Who did this?"

"I told you that was rude, Moony!" James tutted.

"Moony!" Sirius protested.

James laughed. Peter didn't understand a thing. He was still sleepy. He even yawned.

"You wanker" Remus rolled his eyes to James.

Boys usually changed in front of other boys. You know? Normal stuff. But not Remus. Because he was different than all of them. He didn't have a cis masculine body. Most of the time he forgot about the matter. But it was in moments like these that Remus remembered he was different. He would be unless he got the means to change it. And Remus kept craving Sirius' perfect gorgeous body. It wasn't very fair at all.

"Fuck you, Prongs!" Sirius said "I know it was you, Moony wouldn't do this to me. Right?"

"Of course not" Remus winked.

Sirius blew him a kiss and Remus wished that his cheeks weren't on fire right now. It hurt more because they were the bestest of friends. But that was all.

"So, Lupin. Why is it that you don't change here like the rest of us? You like to hide like a... lady"

It was weird to see Severus Snape with sporty clothes. He looked like a joke. And he was so skinny that most of the uniform slipped down. Snape excelled at every subject except P. E. Something James was excellent at.

And now Severus' comment provoked soft giggles coming from his new Slytherin friends. Most of them were shirtless. All muscular and built up, of course. As if they were mocking Remus' appearance.

"Shut up, Snivellus!" It was James who spoke. Even though Sirius was the one who looked the angriest. Like he wanted to kill Snape.

"The one who should be changing in the loos is definitely you" James continued "Nobody wants to see your creepy body..." he made a gagging noise. This provoked real laughter and amusement from most boys "I am making the petition to Madam Hooch. Who is with me?"

Of course Sirius and Peter raised their hands as a joke. Remus didn't feel like it.

"Shut up, Potter" Snape spat. But it seemed like he didn't have much more to say because he left and James won. As always.

But Snape's words stuck with Remus while he changed into the sports uniform. He felt like his chest was even more visible today. So he kept his binder. He tied his chest with an extra fabric. And he kept his hoodie even if they were a hundred degrees outside.

Remus wasn't very good at sports. Worse running. And just today, Madam Hooch decided to make them ran laps. Shit.

Everyone ran faster than Remus. Even Peter who sucked at sports. Even bloody Snape who passed Remus with an aggressive push and an evil grin. Remus sighed.

"Come on, Lupin!" Madam Hooch was yelling from somewhere "Run faster!"

Remus rolled his eyes. He was trying! He was trying really hard. But his lungs ached, his legs ached, and the sun was making him weaker and weaker.

If fact, Remus wasn't feeling very well. He was a bit dizzy, really hot, sweating everywhere. And his vision was kind of blurry.

"Moony!"

When did Sirius get here? Was he hallucinating already? Sirius was very athletic.

"What are you doing here?" Remus said "You're supposed to be with James. To get top marks"

Sirius smiled "I rather encourage you to pass this class, you'll get there with me"

Why was Sirius a literal angel?

Remus loved him. And perhaps he loved him too much that he was provoking him dizziness. Remus stopped running because everything was spinning.

"Lupin!" Madam Hooch yelled.

"Give him a second!" Sirius protested. Then he faced Remus "You can do this, Moony"

Remus was panting, trying to focus.

"Moony..."

"You're gorgeous..." Remus managed to say "Even with black dots all over you"

"What?"

Before Remus could answer, his body dropped to the floor, exhausted.

"Remus!"

The black dots increased until he closed his eyes and he knew no more.

********

Remus woke up to voices practically screaming.

"Well, I don't bloody care if is not allowed! I have the right to see him! I am his friend!"

It was definitely Sirius. Remus blinked his eyes opened to realize he was in the Infirmary.

After Madam Pomfrey murmured something, Sirius added louder:

"I am not moving from here until you let me through! You can call whoever you want!"

Remus sometimes fantasized with Sirius' love. Sometimes he pretended Sirius loved him back. But that was impossible.

"It's okay, Poppy" Remus said "I am awake. Let him in"

"See?" Sirius said "He wants to see me"

Remus smiled at that.

"Bloody hell!" Poppy sighed "Fine! Do whatever you want. But please do be quiet"

Before Poppy finished speaking, Sirius had already opened the curtains and he surprised Remus with a bear hug.

"Moony!" he screamed, making Poppy curse from somewhere.

Remus chuckled.

"Godammit! Shit, Remus!" Sirius spoke squeezing Remus "Are you okay?"

Remus nodded as they broke apart.

"Yeah yeah. Don't worry"

Sirius looked worried.

"What happened?"

Remus shrugged.

"You know me..." he said "I bloody hate exercising. So I think my body made me faint on purpose to not keep running"

Remus smiled to lighten up the situation.

"It is not funny, Remus!" Sirius sighed "We were worried" he took a sit on bed next to Remus "James and Peter couldn’t miss more Biology classes. But I didn't care. I had to come"

Remus looked at him.

"You should go to class" he said "I am fine"

Sirius shook his head.

"You've missed lots of Biology lessons" he added "Professor Sprout wasn't happy about that"

"I don't care about biology"

"It was probably isolation from the strong sun" Remus chuckled "It is inhumane to makes us run in this weather"

"You're the only one who fainted, Remus"

Remus faked a smile.

"You worry too much" he whispered "It was nothing"

Sirius looked at him for a second. Remus tried to avoid his gaze because those gorgeous gray eyes of his were too powerful.

When Sirius touched his hair, Remus flinched a little. He wasn't expecting that.

But Sirius didn't move. His fingers were still running through Remus' hair. What was Remus supposed to do about this?

"Of course I worry about you, Moony" Sirius said "You are my friend" then he dropped his hand embarrassed and Remus was left static "If anything happens to you, I would die"

Remus felt like he couldn't breathe for a second. He kept repeating himself they were only friends. And friends cared about each other like that.

"Well, I am not dead" Remus shivered "So it's fine"

Sirius' eyes were still on him.

"But you're sweating and shivering"

'It was you provoke on me'. It's what Remus wanted to say.

Then Sirius leaned in and Remus literally froze. For a second a million thoughts ran through his mind, including a wonderful first kiss.

But Sirius didn't kiss him. He just touched his forehead.

"Remus, you are really hot" he said in a worried voice.

"Well, thank you darling"

It was better to joke in this situation.

Sirius snorted and smiled.

"I mean you are feverish"

Remus swallowed.

"I feel fine"

Sirius stood up.

"I am going to call Poppy"

But Remus stopped him by grabbing his arm.

"Please don't! I am seriously fine!" Remus pleaded "I only need to sleep for a bit"

"Moony..."

"Please..."

Sirius hesitated for a while but then he agreed.

"Fine" Remus smiled "But I'll stay with you in case it gets worse"

Remus giggled.

"Go to class"

"Nobody is going to take me alive!" Sirius exclaimed as he dropped dramatically into bed. Remus laughed.

But Sirius was still looking at Remus worriedly.

"I am fine. I promise"

Sirius nodded.

"Come here, then"

Sirius opened his arms for him. So Remus cuddle into his chest.

Sirius smelled delicious. He probably had taken a shower recently. Remus surely smelled like shit. But Sirius didn't seem to mind. His hand immediately went to Remus' hair.

This was normal for them. They used to do this all the time as kids. Back when they were ten... Sometimes Sirius and James slept on the same bed because they liked to talk bullshit at night. (But not this close... Not touching their hair...).

They were just friends. They were this affectionate. That was all. Just friends.

Sirius fancied girls. And even if he fancied boys. He would never pick him. It had to be someone more special. Someone more beautiful. Someone more worthy.

Remus let himself relax with Sirius' touch and he closed his eyes, falling asleep quickly.

*******

Madam Pomfrey found them like that later. Very tangled with each other. As if they fitted perfectly together. The sight made her smile.

It was a pity to break that moment.

She cleared her throat. But it only made them move in their sleeps.

"Mr. Black!"

That woke them up. They untangle from each other to yawn and rub their eyes. Unaware of the moment they just had.

"Sorry to interrupt the... cozy nap" Poppy said "But I am afraid you have no permission to be here, Mr. Black"

"I do..."

"I just been told you are supposed to be in class"

Sirius groaned.

"You need to leave now!"

Sirius pouted "But Remus needs me!"

"I am completely fine" Remus said, sitting up "I could go to class as well"

"Is the fever gone, Moony?" Sirius asked.

"Fever?" Poppy asked, approaching the boy and touching his forehead. He was boiling hot "Oh no, Lupin. You are not going anywhere. You are high in fever!"

Remus sighed.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"He didn't let me!" Sirius tutted.

Remus swallowed.

"Just go to class, Sirius"

"You should listen to your friend, Mr. Black" Poppy said, preparing the thermometer.

Sirius was still making a pout.

"But..."

"Don't make me call Dumbledore himself, Mr. Black. Because I certainly will... And we will involve your parents"

Remus smiled at Sirius, letting him know it was okay.

"You can come back later"

"After classes are done" Poppy added.

Sirius sighed loudly.

"Goodbye, Moony" he got out of bed reluctantly. Grumpy. It made Remus smile.

"See you later, Pads"

Remus couldn't love Sirius more. He was desperately in love. And Sirius was his best friend.

#marauders #maraudersera #muggleau #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #trans remus lupin

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PICREW AND UQUIZ ROUNDUP (because i fell very behind flksjafd sorry folks </3). tagged by @cassietrn, @detectivelokis, @trench-rot, @voidika, @madparadoxum, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @inafieldofdaisies, @aceghosts @nightwingshero, @jacobsneed, and i think that's it but if you tagged me in one of these and i forgot i'm so sorry -- tagging forward any and everyone who sees this and hasn't done one or more of these many picrews/quizes!

doing some catch up so here's the ladies, syb and paola (Picrew one | two | three

UQUIZES:

let me tell you something

what do you yearn for?

what kind of complex do you have?

how do strangers perceive you?

why do people love you?

which richard siken poem should you read?

SYBILLE.

LOOKING AT YOU IS LIKE LOOKING INTO A MIRROR. I know the armor you are wearing must feel pretty heavy by now. So let me tell you a secret; you don't have to pretend all the time. I mean sure, tell me how there is no way anyone could ever want to see wants underneath. Tell me how no one wants to see the rotten flesh and all those broken promises, the scars of a youth marked by foolish decisions and loneliness. I know, I know, you have this devil-may-care exterior, but let's face it...deep down there is a deeply sensitive and emotional person. And you know what the best part is? You love, god, how you love. There is no price to gain, no war to win by putting on a brave face. To feel, so very deeply and to see love and hope despite the dark isn't weakness, even tho that's what you've been taught your whole life. Being soft and opening yourself up to the possibility of a life worth living is going to be the scariest thing you'll ever do but believe me, it's worth it. You yourself are worth fighting for.

TO BE FORGIVEN, FOR THEM TO STAY

you yearn to be forgiven for the hurt you've caused others and you want nothing more than for them to stay. but it seems that the universe does not look kindly upon you, and they always leave, no matter how hard you try. but you've learned by now that it's a hopeless endeavour. you know that some of the things you've done were no fault but your own and therein lies the problem. how can you ask for forgiveness when you can't even forgive yourself?

SAVIOR COMPLEX

.... oh man. Go take a nap, buddy. they're not your responsibility

LIGHTENING NEVER STRIKES THE SAME PLACE TWICE

midnight phone calls. original art hanging on the wall. indie music. the color blue and the feeling of knowing someone your whole life. you have a striking appearance. your best feature is probably your eyes. you're a rare soul, hard to figure out and impossible to forget. you probably don't speak often, but each word carries weight somehow. even when you're joking, you're revealing a tiny piece of you. you want to be loved so badly. you don't know that you already are.

BECAUSE YOU PROTECT THEM

you would do anything for them. they know they will always be safe with you, and they will never have to face the world alone. you are willing to take the heat if it means they don't. you're more than just a bodyguard, though; you're a safe place for them to land. you're home.

BOOT THEORY

"Here we are in the bowels of the thing: your world doesn't make sense." poem about depression and the complexities of relationships. makes me feel the isolation of dreary grey sadness. the kind of feeling you wallow in when you spend all day in bed with the curtains closed. bonus poem: The Feild of Rooms and Halls * all interpretations are my own and you may interpret them differently which is awesome !! have ur own experiences with them i love you :)

PAOLA.

I THINK I HAVE MADE YOU UP.

There was a time when you meant the world to me. You were my hero and everything I wanted to be. I wanted to be loved by you so badly, I felt sick with it. I don't think you'll ever be able to love me in the way I once loved you, even if you tried. And let's be honest, who am I to want more? Sometimes I feel like I made you up like you were never really here in the first place. I wanted so desperately for you to see me, just once. But I think that is the thing with past mistakes, you'd rather forget you made them in the first place. And the funny thing is, I still love you...I don't want to, but I do.

TO BE SEEN, TO BE UNDERSTOOD WITHOUT HAVING TO SPEAK

you yearn to be understood, but more importantly, to understand yourself. your emotions are often tumultuous, and tend to go from one feeling to another with strength and speed. others may call you disloyal or two-faced, but your feelings are valid, no matter how fleeting or impermanent they are. because of this, you often hurt the ones you love even if it is the last thing you want. pain feels like a permanent fixture in your life and that there seems to be no end to your behaviours. you are fire and you burn. at least it is a beautiful sight.

GOD COMPLEX

holy shit... you just seriously wanna control everything and make all the choices... it never was a choice between God and Satan, for you, it was always a choice between God and Self.

THE GROUND BENEATH US IS SOLID

sitting under a tree in summer. the sound of light rain on a metal roof and old wooden coffee tables. getting so absorbed in a story that hours pass without you noticing. you probably judge people who don't use coasters. your best feature is your hands. you're often pretty logical, but you're also very gentle. you're not aggressive, but you do have strong opinions. you like gardening. you have a deep need for comfort and security. you like things to make sense. you're afraid of circumstances out of control, but letting go helps you live so much more vividly than you could ever imagine.

BECAUSE YOU LOVE THEM

people are drawn to you because you loved them first. they love the feeling of being adored, and you show it wholeheartedly. you've been taken advantage of in the past, but you haven't let it break you. it's an amazing thing to have been hurt like that and still love so loudly.

I HAD A DREAM ABOUT YOU

surrealist dream piece but in a very homoerotic and fluorescent lit way. reminds me of going to waffle house at three am with my friends, or late night road trips. about the idealization of the good wild moments you have with people you love but also about the harshness of living outside of those moments. also kind of about crime, which i think is sexy. bonus poem: The Worm King's Lullaby * all interpretations are my own and you may interpret them differently which is awesome !! have ur own experiences with them i love you :)

#i couldn't make syb in a way that i liked with her regular look in picrew 3 #so i just leaned into the whole she's-catholic vibes #also a;ldfkjasdf please don't feel obligated to read all the uquiz results it's a lot i know i'm sorry #but WOOF #WOOF WOOF WOOF they all read my girls for filth #oc: deputy sybille la roux #oc: paola orsini

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