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ichcor · 16 hours

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SWEET LAMB - PRIEST!TOJI FUSHIGURO

synopsis: reader is a junior sister under father fushiguro's care, and the priest will do everything in his power to turn the innocent sweet lamb into a perfect woman of god

tags, warnings: modern au, afab!reader x toji fushiguro, toji is a priest, reader is a naive sister but not a virgin, sacrilege, p -> v, cunnilingus, teasing, MINORS DNI, no aftercare

a/n: @rottiens 😌✌️

Sweet lamb is what he calls you as he gently holds his hand against your jaw, his fingers delicately squishing your cheeks. The soft of his thumb runs along the line of your lips that you've bitten raw during the nights when you had unholy thoughts of Father Toji Fushiguro.

First, it was the feeling of his large palm resting on your lower back as he welcomed you into his church while excitement bubbled in your stomach regarding your new learning experiences as a nun, as a woman of God. Toji's fingers found the curve of your hip when the sudden turn on the candlelit hallway led you to your frugal room. Your eyes immediately found the black cross hung above your bed on the white wall, the spring green of the grass, and the vibrant pink of the freshly bloomed tulips in the garden were right ahead your window.

"I can't even express how grateful I am for allowing me stay at your church, Father Fushiguro." you turned around, finding him mere inches from you as his green gaze was studying your features.

"You're most welcome, but if you wanna stay here, we'll have to call each other by first names." his scarred lips curved into a slight smirk at the sight of your surprise, and his hands embraced yours into a prayer. "I'll make you a perfect child of God you desire to be, that's a promise. Supper is in thirty minutes, you can find fresh clothes and towels in the closet if you need any."

"Thank you, Father Toji."

It did not take much time for you to hear the other junior sisters' gospel about Father. Even if you did not want to indulge in such things, it was hard to not pay attention to whispers during lunch and dinner at the cafeteria.

"They say he was a soldier, that's how he got his scar. He was said to be one of the best." one said.

"They also say he was disowned by his family, and he took his wife's name, but she passed away while he was on deployment- which is why he turned to God."

It made sense, you thought as you watched him from afar; his raven black hair falling on his pale forehead, his strands tickling the width of his nape as he got another spoonful of his food. Despite his large chasuble, it was obvious he was an enormous, muscular man. Whenever his large hands clasped yours, you felt yourself grow weak and tiny while strength and warmth seeped through his pale skin.

One night you could not sleep, you twisted and turned in your bed for hours before you finally decided to take a walk in the nearly empty church. As always, it was before the altar where you felt the bottomless tranquility find you once more, so you got on your knees with your elbows against the bench as you began to pray to God to chase away Toji Fushiguro from your mind. Perhaps it was God's joke to make that man appear right in front of you that night.

"Trouble sleeping?" you jumped a little, not even noticing him walking up behind you. To your even bigger surprise, it made him laugh. "Didn't mean to scare you, but you should see the look on your face."

"That's not funny, you nearly made me have a heart attack." you said, trying your best to appear at least annoyed, but hearing him laugh made your own lips turn into a gentle smile. "It's going to sound silly... but although some sisters here are my age, sometimes I feel terribly lonely."

A faint curve remained on his lips while he settled down next to you on his knees. The warm, orange light of the candles danced in your eyes as you looked at him, his arm nearly touching yours. "I remember feeling that way before God found me and I found him."

"Do you think he will find me too, Father?" your voice was near a whisper, mouth agape as you held your breath while warmth oozed out of his body and you began to feel like it was inviting you in. He smirked as he looked down at your eyes before his green eyes wandered at your braless chest that was only cloaked by a thin, white nightgown.

"Maybe he already found you... and now it's your turn to find him."

"Will you help me?" you placed your hand on his arm.

"Of course, I will help you, sweet lamb. It's my duty to do so." he said, his palm finding the top of your head before it ran along your unruly, bed hair and stopped behind your nape when your cheek touched his chest. Your hands rested on his back, you deeply inhaled his scent of burnt vax and cinnamon as you felt his muscles tighten around you into a hug that nearly made you cry from how well it made you feel. His palm began to caress your back in small circles as his other hand made sure your head comfortably rested under his chin. "Do you want me to help?" he whispered, his voice sounding deeper than before as his hand on your back travelled a bit lower.

"Yes, please" you sighed, your embrace tightening around him enough to have your stomach feel against his lap where something hard twitched against you.

"You really are the sweetest," he mumbled, his hand gently fondling the soft of your ass cheek before firmly grabbing it before he fully pulled you onto his lap. "I'll make you find God tonight, I promise. How do you feel right now?"

Wet was the first word that came to your mind; you did not know when it happened, but as Toji's hand held you and then made you grind against his lap, you felt a pool swelling in your underwear and an ache iching between your thighs. "I feel strange, but good, I suppose."

"Good," he said before his hand on your nape went under your nightgown and found your clothed pussy, your juices wetting his fingertips even through your panties. You heard him hum as he began to stroke your wetness, each rub faster and rougher than the one before until his free hand had to cover your mouth as your moans seeped through your agape lips. His movements stopped at once, leaving you desperate for more before his stuck his wet fingers into your mouth. You sucked on them without question as you finally glanced at Toji again whose grin was ear to ear as the green of his eyes was nearly impossible to see from the black pupils.

Suddenly, he pulled away from you. Leaving you feel more desperate and alone than you ever felt before. "Meet me in my office this Sunday, the Lord will be waiting for you there."

He said this on a Thursday night, which left you exactly enough days to torment yourself with the idea of his hands all over you over and over again. Toji Fushiguro is so intoxicating, large and warm that you're certain if anybody can bring you to God, it is him.

On your knees in front of him in his office behind locked doors, you let him clasp your cheeks with one hand as he raises your chin to make you look up at him. A trail of saliva leaves his mouth and slowly drops into yours before his tongue forces its way through your lips. His hunger made the pit of your stomach tremble with need, you kiss and devour him as if he is the ripest, sweetest peach found in the garden.

"I'm on fire. Help me, Father," you moan into his mouth, making him look at your hands already between your thighs. "My fingers don't feel as good as yours."

"Have you touched yourself in the last few nights, Sister?" he asks as he picks you up from the ground with ease and makes you sit on his desk, your naked pussy feeling his hot breath while he's sitting in his chair with one of hands holding his bulge.

"Yes, Father. I could not stop thinking about you... or God."

"Good girl," he said, he peppers careless kisses along your inner thigh while his fingers caress your clit and entrance with agonizing softness and slowness. He's staring at your pussy with no shame before he spreads out his tongue and two fingers to dive into you, his upper lip continuing to tickle your clit. He hums as your hand clenches into the soft darkness of his hair, and he uses his broad shoulders to keep your thighs apart.

Under the moonlight, you can see the reflection of the two of you; you can finally see how much muscle he really has on, how many scars batter his body from the war and how disheveled he got you as your toes curled in the air and your mouth formed a silent O. Your first orgasm has your eyes roll back, your hips still rocking against Toji's face as you throw your head back in pleasure. A painting of the Lord is hung up on the wall right ahead of you; you watched his eyes, although Toji just spun you around to have your belly rest on his desk as he spreads your legs with the width of his thighs. He rubs his length along your folds a few times before he uses his hand to spread it all over his thickness. His eyes follow your gaze onto the painting as he lifts up one of his feet, and put it on the chair on the side before the head of his precum-rich cock enters your soaked pussy.

"God surely loves you," he said with his hands caressing across your arched back, if he gave you a pussy like that, he thinks. Sweat begins to bead along his brows from how hard he's fucking into you, your screams and his balls slapping against your folds fills the room and the hallways, but he does not care. It drives him nearly mad how your walls are milking him, how they tighten around his cock with each stroke as your legs shake with so many orgasm you lost count.

Perhaps he does actually go mad, and your cries for your precious God just excite him just enough to grab you by the hair and force you to look at the painting as his thrusts become faster and rougher, but also disoriented, causing you to orgasm as his cum filled you up.

#header painted by francesco hayez #fushiguro toji #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk #jjk imagines #priest toji.

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pussy-ache · 10 months

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ah. there’s the sadness.

#it hit the sweet spot #at least it’s only a little bit and #at least it waited until almost 6am to pop up #that’s actually pretty fair and polite of it #it’s probably cuz i haven’t fallen asleep yet. my brains like. winding back #but still. just a little #not like it used to be #maybe that’s growth #or maybe just luck #but i’d like to believe it’s becoming something i can control more #at least sometimes. there are other times where the enormity of it makes me feel like my knees are being knocked out #i’ll roll with it either way #i think it’s starting to lighten #i can’t wait to be able to just let it go completely #piece by piece #i’ll be able to say one day that i let it all go. i know i will. because i don’t have a choice.#and i’m happy for it to be that way cuz honestly i don’t think it’ll go away any other way #it has to be ripped off like the biggest bandaid to ever exist in the entire world every goddamn time

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cupcakeinat0r · 2 months

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Thinkin' abt DadBod!Miguel at the gym <3

You'd been going to the gym routinely, or at least trying to. You decided to go after working up the courage and convincing yourself that this was just for fun. That your body was your temple, and you were tending to it, no matter how it looked <3

The first week wasn't so bad. After embarrassingly tripping on equipment or accidentally dropping weights here and there, it was alright! Though at times, it was still difficult to stay consistent, until one day, you saw him.

Over on the other side of the gym, curling some dumbbells (100s, mind you), was a total 6-foot, thick, hairy dream of a man. You first noticed his chiseled face adorned by fine lines, locks of black hair framing it. With each draw of the weights, his biceps bulged. Beads of sweat trickled down his bulky chest and wide shoulders. When your eyes wander downward, you're surprised to not find washboard abs.

Oh no, what you find instead excites you even more than any pack of abs could offer you.

Your mouth waters slightly to find that his tank top has ridden up slightly over his hefty belly, graciously allowing a peek at a happy trail, its path sadly blocked by some basketball shorts (his cute bubble butt and giant dick print made up for it tho).

Despite his low, breathy grunts and intense crimson gaze towards his own reflection, he was making it look easy. You thought about how easy it'd probably be for him to carry you bride-style and throw you onto a bed before spreading your legs with those enormous hands so he could feast until your eyes crossed. Or how it'd be effortless for him to hold you tightly with your legs wrapped around that stocky midsection of his while he bullied his-

"'scuse me, you waiting for this bench?" a deep voice snaps you out of a daydream. You see the man is now looking at you with what looks like a knowing smirk. Fuck, he noticed you staring.

"Oh! N-no, was just looking for the 10s!" You blurt, evoking a velvety chuckle and dashing smile from him.

"Right over there." He motions with his chin toward the weight rack where the 10s are obviously displayed. After you thanked him, He smiled and nodded back to you, turning back toward the mirror to do his last set.

The second week felt like no problem. Instead of dragging yourself to the gym, you looked forward to it, scanning for your new gym crush every time you entered.

You'd feel a lil surge of happiness when you do find him there, feeling brave enough to exchange smiles and sometimes even little waves from across the gym. One time, the older man made you swoon when he winked at you upon entering the gym. After seeing your cute reaction, this would be how he greeted you every time.

The third week came You're at the squat rack, feeling stronger than usual, so you opt to go the heaviest you've ever gone. Big mistake. By the third rep, you fail to get back up, panicking and legs shaking. Just when you feel yourself start to fall, you see a pair of hands dart toward the bar from behind you, lifting it with ease and allowing you to stand back up. The bar is re-racked and you turn to find gym bae.

"You okay?" he gently prompts, a worried look on his face.

"Yes, thank you... think I might've gone too heavy." you nervously chuckle. He does as well, seeing that you're alright.

"Next time you go for a PR, you need to ask for a spotter, hun." He gives you that dashing smile again, his hands on his love handles.

"Yeah, I probably should've," you lower your head in defeat, "I didn't bring anyone with me though."

"You could've asked me," He says matter of factly as if it should've been obvious that he should be the one to spot you. "I would've done it with no problem, mama." His pet names make your womanhood pulse.

You look back up at him, your lips curled into a shy smile.

"C'mon, let's try again." "No, no, mama, I got that, I'll put it away for you." "Keep your knees like this-theeeere you go. "Gimme one more, mama, just one more, you can do it." "Atta girl! Good job, mamita."

You learned that his name is Miguel. He'd become your designated spotter on leg days, the sensation of his larger frame against yours making you nervous in the best way.

Your favorite is when his tummy accidentally brushes against your back, and borderline, your ass, and if not his tummy, it'd be his prominent bulge (which isn't there bc he gets to spot the adorable girl with an amazing ass from the gym... totally not that).

On the Fourth week, Miguel would ask you if you wanted to be workout buddies altogether. Of course, you accept, in which he asks for your number so like that, he can text you when he's going and vice versa.

It's the fifth week, and you both have worked out together a couple times already. Miguel texted you in the morning asking if you'd like to join him, which you were totally down for.

You two started with lateral pull-downs. Once it was your turn, you sat on the machine and reached for the handle, pulling it as you began your set.

Anytime you felt like you wanted advice or correction, Miguel eagerly helped you.

His hands would stay on your waist, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Mhm, there you go, you're doin' so good, mama." He praises in almost a whisper.

If only he knew he was making the exercise only harder. As if that weren't enough, his finger would occasionally message your hip. Your bodies were so close that you were able to hear each satisfied hum from his lips, suggesting you were doing the exercise right.

"Good girl, that was better. You feel it now?" He says, letting go to let you off the machine.

"Yeah, thank you! When it comes to upper body, I'll need all the help I can get. I'm just glad I’m getting it from an upper-body master." You flirtatiously add, playfully poking at one of his biceps.

This makes him blush, but only for a moment before he returns with a cocky response, "Thanks, hun. I'm glad to be working out with a leg-day goddess."

Now it was your turn to blush, except you didn't have any smart comeback, boosting Miguel's ego.

"Listen, let me treat you to smoothie after this, yeah?" He says it more like a statement than a request, and you happily oblige.

What you were expecting was a simple, cheap smoothie from a spot you usually go to, but instead, you're met with a drive-thru menu listing shakes from $20 and up. Oh he got moneyyyy.

Miguel tells you to pick any that looks good to you. He orders for himself and you as well, parking the car once the two of you get the smoothies.

As he sips from the cup, you take the opportunity to subtly glance at his figure, his muscles, how his pecs sit beautifully on top of his soft belly, his thighs constrained by the confines of his gym shorts. You think how badly you wanna sit there, grinding on the print 'til there was a wet spot-

"Something on your mind, mama?" You look back at him, taking a few seconds to register his words.

You hastily look back down at your drink and shake your head, “Nothing… thank you so much for this, it’s delicious!”

then he grabs the shoulder of your chair to lean toward you, “Of course, mama, but I don’t think you’re being completely truthful with me, hm?”

You look at him, playfully shaking your head again, knowing full well you’ve been caught.

“What’s in that pretty lil head of yours, hm? dime.” He puts the smoothie into the cup holder to free his other hand, placing it on your thigh, and softly squeezes it. “Just say the word, and you’ll get anything you want.”

Your lips curl slyly as you think of a response.

“Well… we never did cardio.”

Now you were here in his car, being bounced on his fat dick on the passenger seat, holding onto his his big shoulders for dear life. You were basically his fleshlight at this point… with those big hands.

You could feel his body now taut against yours, your tits bouncing relentlessly, his muscled, thick thighs below your ass, his balls slapping against your pussy lips, his bush tickling your clit, his pelvis pushing your ass up and his curved belly against your front side. It all was sending you into euphoria.

With you vigorously bouncing on his cock and his beautiful moaning, you fully let go. “Aw yes, Daddy,“ you mumbled without thinking.

In fact, you couldn’t think at all. All you knew was this fat cock and your pussy was memorizing all its veins and curves.

“Mmfuck baby, yea, say that again f’me”, he groaned through gritted teeth as he mercilessly bounced you down his painfully hard shaft.

“Please, Daddy, please!” You whined with your hands desperately seeking support on his big shoulders.

You can feel the sheet of sweat on his belly and on his thighs, which turned the smacking of your ass sound even more lewd.

“Fuck, say it again.” He growled, getting faster now.

“Mmmm, Daddy— Daddy, pleaseeee.”

“Louder, baby, c’mon—“

“UNGH DADDYYYY”

“Oh FUCK… you wanted cardio, baby, I’ll give you cardio… fuckin’ take it… coño.” Your panting became synchronized with every pound of his cock into your abused and bruised cunt, getting higher and higher in pitch, firing him up to go faster and harder.

“Gonna cum on this fat cock, right? Gonna cum f’me, mami?” He ordered, dropping octaves from his usual gentle tone with you.

“Mmmnn, Nnyesyyesyesyes—“ you babbled, the shakiness of your voice the result of the aggressive bouncing.

“Ah… carajo…” his cock accidentally slips out from your cunt, making you wince from the sudden empty sensation, “ungh!”

Holding up your ass, he takes a moment to admire the view, hissing from the sight of his angrily red cock and veins pulsing from your cunt sucking him in so deliciously. A ring of your cream erotically placed at the base of his length, just above his perfect bush. He guides his fat tip back to your dripping cunt using his thumb, pushing it back into your swollen folds.

He was back to ramming into your abused cunt in no time, chasing each others high’s.

“C’mon…fuck, c’mon, mama, you’re almost there…. Aw f-fuck… almost there…” he moans with his brows knitted and through a clenched jaw.

“Daddy I’m g’na— I’m cummingimcummingimcumming—“

“Aw, fuck, asi— asi mami— ah, ah…” Miguel holds back choked whines as he get closer, not allowing himself to let go until he knew you came first.

You speak in gibberish before crying into your climax, Miguel letting out a long, exasperated groan when he reaches his. You can feel his hot cum overfilling you, making you whine as it leaks down your thigh.

After draining himself completely, making sure every drop was in you, he gently pulls out, “Fuck… you did so good for me, mama… so good.”

Miguel lets you rest against his heaving chest and soft belly, rubbing your back as you caught your breath. You smiled a tired smile when you notice how hard Miguel is breathing as well, knowing you worked him out, too.

“You ok, mamita?” He plants a tender kiss on your shoulder, making a trail up your neck and finally to your forehead.

“Mhm,” you hum, you look up at him and are met with his plump, wet lips, tongues becoming entangled with each other as he groans into your mouth.

“I say… we do cardio like this every day.”

A/n: Haiii, I hope u liked it <3 Love my man sm <3 None of my gym baes could ever compare to himmmmm😭😭😭

@angel-of-the-moons Ty Ty Ty my luv for planting the seed in my head <3

Want more DadBod!Miguel ? Here’s my master list, bae!!

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oneshotnewbie · 6 months

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Emily PrentissxJennifer JareauxReader:

The reader is working for the BAU and has a really bad migraine (She has chronic migraines but didn't tell anyone). She is really mad and distant toward her friends (you can include the boys too but make me girls main please) and they notice it and have a little intervention with her. After that a lot of fluff where Emily and JJ care for her

Authors note: Unfortunately I don´t have an Emily Prentiss x Daughter reader story, but I have added a new one to write. Until then, there is only one Emily Prentiss x Jennifer Jareau x Reader story from me today

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You could say that you were a person with enormous stamina and a high tolerance level. Something that was a must for anyone who worked as a Supervisory Special Agent for the Behavioral Analysis Unit and under Aaron Hotch. Many people admired you for not jumping off the next cliff under the unbearable circumstances of this job.

And you yourself sometimes admired your own achievements. But everyone had their limits and it was a recurring thing that happened during your work hours. You ignored the first triggers. You exceeded your physical limits and your migraine appeared.

You could have guessed it when you got back on the plane from Oxford. The terrible serial killer and the panic it caused in the city, the fact that he had abused and murdered seven women. This case had taken more of a toll on you than you would have liked and you tried to deal with your problems in your own way. Which meant you threw yourself into the work, no matter how mundane every clue was and no matter what wall you hit.

“Y/n, maybe you should take a break?” begged Emily, noticing that you were doing everything you could to get Oxford out of your bones as quickly as possible. You, however, waved her off without saying a word and continued to stare at the white board on which every clue was hanging. "Do not need a break, I am fine." The black-haired went along with it, stayed by your side and tolerated your moods even when they drove her crazy.

Non-stop, without a break and with lack of sleep and malnutrition, you battled the nagging headaches and mild nausea. You became more and more tired, yawned and became increasingly sensitive to the loud noises of the office. Something you could tolerate skillfully. But Emily and your colleagues not.

You clearly knew you were on the verge of a migraine when you started seeing visual symptoms of a migraine aura. Your vision became distorted, sometimes weaker, sometimes sharper. For a few minutes you only saw white in your left eye, but you kept going, not giving yourself a break. You knew that no other woman could die because of you.

Hour after hour you were exhausted and just trudged from the office to the coffee machine. With a nasty headache and feeling like you might throw up, you swallowed it all and sat down on a chair while Penelope talked loudly to Derek. You felt like your head was going to explode at any moment from their voices. "Could you PLEASE shut up or at least go to another room to flirt with each other?" you huffed and massaged your temples, their sighs ringing like a hurricane in your ears. "Some people want to work here."

"Babygirl, are you okay?" he asked, surprised at your momentary outburst. He had never been allowed to see you like this, you had never snapped at him. A sharp pain shot through your temples and you hastily stood up. "Hey, cutie pie? What is going on?" the technical analyst also chimed in and waited for any kind of answer.

"I am fine, just leave me alone." your words came out of your mouth hastily and probably slurred, but you did not care. You had to go to the toilet immediately. Without turning around again, you quickly walked out of the office and stumbled in the direction you were heading. Every time you made contact with the ground, the headache got worse and you begged not to throw up on the way. You saw distorted vision in your right eye while small white flashes danced in front of it.

Rushing into the bathroom, you stood in front of the sink, panting and swallowing convulsively. Having migraines was terrible and right now you could not use one. You sighed in relief when you did not throw up, as long as you did not, it was not all that bad.

Loud footsteps sounded outside the door and a knock made your head explode. “Oh, y/n.” A rough voice spoke and you looked in the mirror. Emily and JJ had pushed through the door one after the other and were now standing with their backs to you, their arms crossed over their chests. Furthermore, you paid attention to your reflection in the mirror, which said that any idiot could see that a corpse in pathology looked healthier than you. So did the trained agents on your team. "What is wrong?"

You did not even hear half of the sentence, the second word was the end of it. You ran into one of the stables, fell to your knees and managed to bend over the toilet just in time. You squeezed your eyes shut as tears streamed down your cheeks and you threw up violently. “y/n?” the blondes voice had an worried undertone and you did not notice her standing strictly behind you. The next thing you felt were cool hands on your neck and shoulders.

Jerking away from the touch, leaning your head back against the wall as you pulled your knees into your body. You tried to block so many sounds and other sensations from your body, while only this crushing and throbbing pain existed in your head.

Once again you felt cold hands on your skin and everything in you protested as they helped him to his feet, an arm was placed around your shoulder and led you out of the bathroom and through the hallway. Soon your face made contact with a pillow and a relieved sigh rolled past your lips. You did not know where you were, just that it was quiet. Still, your currently oversensitive ears heard Hotch appearing to be talking to Emily, JJ, and the rest of the group. "No, we have no idea what is going on."

“Did you ask her?”

"We tried, but we got no response." at some point there was an angry snort at the blonde's answer and there were more footsteps in front of the door. The squeaking sound echoed through your head, pounding inside before the space on the couch shrank and a shadow appeared in front of you. "Sweetie, cards on the table. Tell us what is going on?"

The voice of the of the blonde was painful, yet it was strangely comforting to hear a familiar and loving voice. Still, you flinched violently as something cool was brushed onto your forehead. The nausea slowly subsided. "Chronic migraines since adolescence. But not so severe for a while."

Long fingers tugged at the disheveled and stray strands of hair on your face before she stood up again and walked to the windows. The room darkened, blinds closed and you moaned pleasantly. After making a trip to the door, she told the expected teammates what you had told her. You only heard a quiet "I will stay with her, but someone has to get me the medication out of my bag," before the door closed quietly and she sat down on the office chair, looking over you thoughtfully.

JJ waited for Emily to come back with some things and watched you laying there in pain, exhausted and completely distracted by the thunder in your head, trying to be as silent as she could. A few minutes later, the door opened again. You saw Emily through squinted eyes and spotted a bucket in her hand, a bowl of water, wipes under her arms and a large disposable syringe.

"What do you want to inject into me?" you asked surprised and a little frightened by the size of the abnormally large syringe. The blonde knelt down in front of you, pulling up your sweater and waiting for the black-haired one to hand it over. "Metoclopramide,"

"How do you know what to inject into me and where did you get it from?"

"You are not the only one who gets migraines. I used to get them often enough and since then I have always had an injection with me to protect myself from them in case they happen again." she frowned and laughed quietly. You nodded in acceptance and there was a moment of silence before a hot, stabbing pain shot through your lower torso and you cried out. "That hurts!"

Emily sat on the armrest and slipped her fingers between your own. You squeezed it tightly and she hoped to take the temporary pain away from you. "Why did not you tell us?" the black-haired asked sadly you huffed through gritted teeth. "I did not want to be a burden to you. I did not want to seem weak," you replied, shrugging.

"It was stupid of you not to say anything. At least to JJ or me." She paused briefly and you raised your head in confusion before nodding in understanding and looking over at the blonde. With a half-smile, she placed a band-aid on the wound and placed a thin blanket over your legs. "Okay. Next time I will let you know, I promise."

They both nodded and stood up. While JJ was putting away the trash, Emily leaned over and gave you a gentle kiss on the top of your head before she disappeared out of the door. "I will make you some tea,"

"You never make tea."

"I will do it today for a very special and stubborn person." She spoke in a whisper, winking at you. You laughed quietly and already felt a million times better than you did a few minutes ago. With a yawn, you sank deeper into the pillow and watched as the blonde turned on a small lamp at the desk in the dark room so she could continue working. "Thanks,"

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aziraphales-library · 2 months

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Hi mods,

first of all, thank you for the great work you've been doing, thanks to you I've found some amazing fics!

I was wondering if you could recommend a slow burn fic that is on the longer side, at least 20,000 words, non-human, any rating? Something like She did look back, and I love her for that by Waterloo maybe?

Thanks so much in advance, have a wonderful day!

Hello! Here are some longer slow burn non-human fics...

The space between us by MyOwnName123 (T)

This is a love story, written by my own asexual/aromantic ass. Crowley took exactly seven seconds to fall madly in love with Aziraphale, but he knows it's a terrible idea to actually do anything about it so instead he spends thousands of years pining away silently. Besides, what does love even mean? This fic may or may not have gone out of hand in terms of biblical and historical accuracy, also i tried to stay true to canon but it's been a while since i last read Good omens so this is probably more based on head canons and other fanfic. Enjoy!

32 Questions That Lead To Love by ffonippop (E)

”First formulated in 1997, [32] questions to fall in love is a study by psychologist Dr. Arthur Aron which took place at Stony Brook University, New York. The aim? Speeding up the creation of intimacy between two strangers.” The Cosmopolitan Okay, fine. Crowley was 32-Questions-That-Lead-To-Love-ing Aziraphale. Sue him. He had no expectations, all right? Just, an innocent curiosity.

Sunlight or Demise by verovex (T)

Anathema had once said she couldn’t see Adam’s aura, and it should’ve been more of a red flag, but the reality was it had just been so large she couldn’t see it for what it was. For Crowley, it was the same thing with trying to see reciprocation from Aziraphale. * The enormity of love was, by all accounts, indecipherable. Aziraphale had known what love felt like in this world. At least, he thought he understood it. He felt it all around him. He always had. Sometimes, it was stronger in particular places than in others. But, there was something blurred about it all if you looked too close. He’d realized that Heaven never felt like this, yet it’s where you were taught that it should exist. Aziraphale had started to wonder. He couldn’t decide when the thought first came around that perhaps the love he felt had actually been what was sifting between him and Crowley. At some point, it was easier to be humbled by the complacency of what they’d always been showing each other than outright admitting it for what it was. But that wasn't enough anymore.

Heaven's a Distance, Not a Place by Turcote (T)

The Apocalypse has come and gone, and Aziraphale knows it's finally time to tell Crowley how he really feels. Only, finding the perfect time to confess is proving to be more difficult than he anticipated... Or, 5 Times Aziraphale Almost Confessed His Feelings + the 1 Time He Finally Did.

What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? by theshoparoundthecorner (G)

“Bit of an odd tradition, if you ask me,” he said, if not to get his mind off the longing that had settled in his chest. Aziraphale shrugged. “I think it’s rather sweet. A kiss for good luck. Seems a nice way to start the year. Very human.” Crowley nodded. “Can’t seem to keep their hands off each other, that lot. Always finding excuses. First it’s mistletoe at Christmas, then it’s luck for the New Year…” “Well there’s no need to be so grouchy about it,” Aziraphale said. “I think it’s lovely.” Crowley’s heart ached a little more as he watched Aziraphale smile up at the glowing numbers on the building above them. Yeah, he thought, lovely. Five times Crowley thought about kissing Aziraphale on New Year's Eve, and one time he did.

Oh, Maker by voluptatiscausa (E)

"The humans are strange and graceful as they explore the garden, explore themselves, explore each other. The trouble is, the humans stare back, which makes him uncomfortable; there’s nothing particularly interesting about him. And, though he rarely admits it to himself, the humans make him lonely; he has no Other to explore." Or: how many times can you take a bath with your best friend before you kiss him?

And the one you mentioned...

She did look back, and I love her for that by Waterloo (M)

1666, LONDON, AFTER THE FIRE Oh fuck, he thinks. Oh fuck, he's in love. (A not-so-nice but entirely accurate account of two immortal beings throughout the millenia, replete with feelings.)

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #slow burn #long fic #mod d

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otter-pup · 1 year

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Once this tentacle is done laying, it pulls out and the egg closest to your cervix once more pressing down on your cervix. Though, oddly, it doesn't pull away. With the help of the other tentacle and smaller ones, back down to the floor. Almost as if they know that there's a high chance you won't be able to lay these eggs.

Still, with the help from the larger tentacle, the smaller tentacle and it wrap around your belly and squeeze. The eggs inside your inflated womb jostle around and move, some more even pressing down against the egg against your cervix, but it still doesn't budge. Not even an inch of it makes its way through your cervix.

It's some time later that the tentacles finally relent. It's obvious to them now; you're reached the point where the eggs have gotten so large you can't lay them. So they pull away and take to making you as comfortable as possible. The tentacles on the ground keep you propped up and your legs spread wide. Even if you won't be laying eggs, in the rare chance one does slip out, none of the tentacles want it becoming stuck in your cunt.

The tentacles take to periodically messing with your outrageously enormous belly. Pushing it from side to side, jostling the eggs even more. Or sometimes simply just pushing down with loads of pressure in an attempt to get even a single egg out. But not one egg manages to push past your cervix.

It's about a week later, maybe more, that you can feel movement in your belly. The tentacles outside of you react immediately crowding around your body and waiting for something. Eventually, the small outline of a tentacle presses against the skin of your belly before disappearing. The tentacle that's stuck with you the longest begins to stroke your belly, eliciting more movement.

The eggs are hatching, little eggslut. Are you excited?

🐺

im massive, once again, with this tentacles eggs, swollen bigger than should be humanly possible. i feel the first egg press against my cervix, and immediately, im sure this is it—my first unlayable clutch.

i cry out as the tentacles press down on my stomach, the egg pressing against my cervix harder, causing burning pain while barely any of it manages to slip through. i gasp every time they adjust, before going right back to crying and screaming while they try to force the first too-big egg out.

it’s a relief when they finally stop, making sure I’m comfortable and keeping my legs spread. im asleep in minutes, exhausted from the stress the failed laying had put on my body.

im always awoken to pleasure, at least one of the tentacles rubbing at my sensitive, swollen belly and making me moan. they aren’t even as intense when they push down on it to try and get me to lay—the pressure is just as much as before, but they relent much quicker.

the number of eggs in my belly stops me from noticing anything different at first—i assume the eggs are just shifting after the tentacles had been jostling my belly. but eventually, i realize it’s movement, something changing, as the tentacles gather around me.

im watching, too, and able to see for myself when the first tentacle presses against my skin from inside—a weird, but good feeling. the big tentacle wrapped around me is immediately touching my belly, and I keep watching as more and more outlines of tentacles bulge my stomach.

i loved being big for so long, but I’m excited to finally get these ones out—it means I can finally get even bigger.

#🐺#nsft #puppytalk #tentacle smut #tentacles #tentacle nsft #eggpreg #ovi #terato #monsterfucking cw #ftm nsft #t4t nsft #gay nsft #mlm nsft #trans nsft

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adidastain · 5 months

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motion and momentum

college matt stone x fem reader (y/n)

warnings: smut (vaginal penetration, fingering, handjobs), body worship (ish?)

notes: first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.), small disclaimer: the physics in this are based off of what i remember (i did not pay attention in that class at all) so bear with me i had to do some extra research

word count: 6921

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I could have finished these notes nine hours ago. I could have finished studying for this stupid test (which I was going to redo) nine hours ago. But I wasn’t. All ‘cause I couldn’t keep my eyes off of my tutor the entire time he read from the textbook.

It was nearing December, so my physics professor kept giving us these little practice tests in order to prepare for the final exam. I guess all the studying that we had to do would help us in the end, but it fucking sucked. Now that the weather was changing, the Sun set earlier and earlier. The large library that Matt and I usually studied in had large glass windows that let in plenty of golden light in the late afternoon nowadays. It was nice. The only problem was that it had become an enormous distraction from the tutoring and had caused me to pay more than enough attention to my tutor himself.

Now I was stuck in my dorm, damning myself for not paying attention beforehand. The stress of not being prepared for the test was keeping me from falling asleep, though I probably deserved it since it was my fault and my fault alone. It was way past curfew, meaning all major doors to get into the building were locked for the night. It was also storming heavily outside, and there had already been a number of times where the lights flickered on and off.

There was absolutely nothing I hated more than physics, except thunderstorms.

I thought about calling Matt and asking him to come over. He was in the same building as me; I remember that from that one time we studied together in his dorm on the weekend. That was yet another situation where I was desperate for his help at an outrageous time, but that was before I started crushing on him. Before I realized it, at least.

I did want to study; I needed to. But I also didn’t want to be alone. I wasn’t going to tell him that I was scared of the storm and the dark. He didn’t need to know that. So I called him.

“Hello?” a voice answered, deep and exasperated.

“Matt? It’s Y/N,” I said softly.

“I know,” He said. I could hear the grin in his voice. “You alright?”

“I’m fine,” I said. I stood up and started pacing around my room in slow steps. I felt nervous for some reason. “Just, um, stuck on some of these equations for motion.”

I heard Matt laugh slightly over the other line. “You’re studying?” he teased.

“I need your help,” I whined. I started to worry that he was going to turn me down. I’d had a pretty good feeling up until then.

“I can imagine,” He laughed. I felt my cheeks turn red.

“It’s not funny, Matt. I feel stupid,” I said. I rubbed my temples, staring at my feet on the floor.

“Alright, alright. You’re not stupid. Tell me what’s up,” he said, grunting slightly as I assumed he was getting out of bed.

“Can you come over?” I asked meekly, my voice lowering. I bit my lip and stared into space, waiting anxiously for his answer.

After a long pause, I heard him sigh and mumble something that the phone didn’t quite pick up. “I guess,” he said. “It’s kinda late.”

“I’m only downstairs,” I smiled, hoping to convince him. My floor was all girls, and the floor above, where his dorm was, was all boys. “I have snacks.”

I heard another soft sigh, before he obliged. “Okay. But if you don’t pay attention, I’m leaving,” He said. The sound of rustling came through the other line, making me assume that he was packing up his stuff. I loved the way his stern tone made me feel sometimes.

I bit back a grin. “Okay,” I said. “Make sure you bring your textbook.”

The dial tone rang in my ears before I could say “See you,” or anything like that. I felt kinda bad; maybe he was annoyed with me. He had every reason to be. I knew he’d help a few other underclassmen study sometimes too and there was no doubt that I was his most difficult pupil.

Pretty soon, Matt was at my door in a baggy gray T-shirt and some dark blue basketball shorts. Something about the way the fabric hung off his chest and shoulders was so easy on the eyes.

He had his bag with him and he set it down on the floor next to where I was sitting. He huffed as he lowered himself onto the shaggy rug, trying not to let himself crash into the ground. Matt’s eyes scanned me up and down, taking a moment to linger on my legs. I had a pair of short shorts on, so the entirety of both my legs were pretty much exposed for his viewing leisure.

Matt cleared his throat and sighed, pulling his textbook out from his bag. He came in, no “hi,” “hey,” nothing.

“Sorry for waking you up,” I said, setting my notebook in my lap with my legs crossed. My hair sat on my shoulders, still damp from the shower I took an hour earlier. Thinking about it, this was the first time he’d seen my hair down.

Matt looked at me, smiling slightly. I still worried that he was irritated with me, despite his calm, content manner. He looked tired. His short, curly hair was messy and his eyes looked a little puffy.

“It’s fine,” He said. “I wasn’t really sleeping anyway.”

His dainty fingers flipped through the textbook to land on a page with a bunch of different equations for calculated different parts of motion like speed, distance, and acceleration. Matt set the textbook down in front of us and scooted a little closer to me, taking a deep breath in before speaking.

“Are you still having a hard time with the variables?” He asked me, looking into my eyes. He often made eye contact when asking me questions when we studied, but now it felt so much more intense than it usually did. He had a stone cold expression on his face that made me feel small and intimidated.

“Yeah,” I squeaked. I’m struggling with the whole fucking thing.

Matt leaned closer, taking my notebook and turning it towards him. Our shoulders brushed together and our faces were closer than ever before. To keep myself from having a heart attack, I moved so that I was leaning back against the side of my bed, staying a good foot or two away from him.

He took a moment to scan over the work that I already attempted to do based on the practice equations he’d given me earlier in the day. “You have the right idea, you just- Do you have a calculator?” he asked, looking at the drawers behind him.

I nodded, standing up to reach inside my bag on my bed. His fingers brushed mine as I handed him the chunky silver calculator. I swear to this day, I caught his eyes on me for a split second before I turned back around. I totally didn’t turn my back to him on purpose, definitely not. I definitely didn’t mean to put my ass in his face.

“Show me how you put it in the calculator. I think that’s where you might be getting confused,” He told me, leaning close to me again.

“It’s, um…” I mumbled. My hands trembled slightly as I pressed the buttons on the calculator, trying to avoid Matt’s punishing gaze. I felt extremely embarrassed. That is why I hated studying. “Initial velocity times the, um, time.”

“Mhm,” he hummed. I looked up at him, seeing his focused, patient expression as he looked at the calculator, then in my eyes. He smiled slightly, nodding as if to say “Keep going.”

“And then you add the acceleration times time and-”

“You forgot something,” he told me, raising his eyebrows. It felt awfully like he was teasing me somewhat. I had absolutely no fucking idea what he was talking about.

Matt leaned forward and used the tip of his pinky finger to point to a spot in his textbook that showed the equation. There was a ½ that I was supposed to multiply the acceleration by that I completely forgot about.

“Oh, yeah,” I laughed, still fucking humiliated. Matt made me feel so stupid. Not on purpose; he never said anything that made me feel stupid unless he was frustrated, which was rare and even then it wasn’t on purpose. It was just the fact that he was majoring in mathematics, so I knew he was pretty damn smart and could probably spend the time he spent on me doing something else. Something more worthwhile.

I was grateful, obviously. For a number of reasons. Help was better than no help, and to be honest, he was nice to look at. He was pretty handsome in the face and he had a great smile with a little gap between his front teeth, with soft, reddish-brown curls of hair. His eyes were gorgeous; he had those grayish-greenish-blueish eyes that looked more blue on some days and more green than others. He also had muscular arms and dainty, elegant hands that looked strong at the same time. He was completely dorky, but it was quite endearing and kinda adorable sometimes.

I found myself completely distracted from the lecture he was giving me, my eyes lingering on his face and neck as he spoke. I noticed a dark freckle just below his jaw, and another one right behind his ear.

“You’re not paying attention at all, are you?” Matt asked me, sighing deeply. I am now.

“I am,” I said. “You’re very captivating.”

That seemed to catch him off guard. He looked down at his lap, rubbing the back of his neck. I thought I could see him blushing slightly.

I crossed my arms, pulling my knees up towards my chest. I lifted my leg to nudge his arm with my toe. “You’re blushing,” I said, biting my lip.

“It’s hot in here,” He said, lifting his head up. He didn’t look at me, pulling his textbook back into his lap.

“I want you to try to do these three problems at the bottom,” he told me, pointing to the bottom of the page. I nodded, taking the textbook from him and setting it next to me, my notebook in my lap. “If you get stuck, let me know.”

I watched Matt pull his own notebook out of his backpack, beginning to doodle something onto the page while he waited for me to complete the problems. I slowly copied the variables down along with the equations, stalling so that I had a little more time to stare at him. He’d bite his lip or his tongue occasionally while he worked, furrowing his eyebrows when he’d think about something on a deeper level. I peeked over my kneecaps to see what he was working on, seeing just a bunch of words and diagrams all over the page that probably worked for him organizationally. Unfortunately, when I went back to looking at my own notebook (once again, staring at him), his eyes were on me and he looked disappointed.

“If you’re not gonna study, I’m gonna go back to my dorm,” he warned, smiling to soften his demeanor. “Do you need help with something?”

“Yeah,” I said, scooting closer to him. I perched up right next to him, shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee. Matt stared at me, confused, but quickly moved on to seeing what I’d done so far.

I tilted my head up to look at him, giving him wide eyes with a soft gaze to hopefully show him that I wasn’t being difficult on purpose. I also thought that maybe the doe eyes would convince him to let up a little and take it easy on me.

He sighed heavily, listening to me explain how I wasn’t sure what exactly to do after plugging the equation into the calculator and whatnot. They were two-step problems, so the variables moved around. Maybe I really was an idiot. Explaining the trouble I was having really just made me sound dumber and dumber.

Matt didn’t look at me once while I spoke to him. He swallowed harshly a number of times, keeping his eyes fixed on my paper as he listened. Then he started explaining the steps, looking at me once in a while, while I didn’t look down at the paper a single time.

He looked at me again, keeping his eyes locked with mine this time. I felt my stomach flutter as he bored holes into me. Matt sighed heavily through his nose, glancing down at my lips before turning his head away and rolling his eyes.

“I guess I should go,” he huffed, closing the textbook and shoving it back into his back. I snapped out of my trance and panicked, grabbing ahold of his bicep. His skin was warm and I felt the muscle flex at my touch.

“Wait, Matt,” I said, sitting up. He was already standing, my hand sliding down his arm to gently grasp his wrist. “Please stay. Please.”

I swallowed harshly, staring up at him through my lashes. I let go of his wrist and rested my hands in my lap. Matt exhaled, smiling softly as he sat back down and shook his head.

“What do you want?” he asked gently. “Did you really ask me to come over to study? ‘Cause it really seems like you don’t want my help.”

“I do,” I said. “I just… I like having you around.”

Matt bit the inside of his cheek, rubbing his forehead.

“You were in my dream last night,” I continued, pulling my knees to my chest and backing away from him. His head snapped up to look at me, his eyebrows furrowed. “It was… weird. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

“What happened?” he asked, tilting his head and resting it in his palm.

What had happened was that we had sex in a bathtub, from what I remember. I never usually had dreams like that, but when I did, it was typically only about someone I was severely attracted to. Like Matt.

“I don’t really remember,” I lied. “It was just weird.”

“Hmm. Must have been pretty crazy if it’s been on your mind all day,” he said, raising his eyebrows. Matt looked at me, waiting for my response. I didn’t say anything; I had no idea what to say. He pretty much had me backed into a corner.

He was right. All day, all the time I spent with him, I was just imagining what he would be like in bed. I figured he knew a lot of people, and he was severely attractive, so I couldn’t imagine him having any trouble finding a hookup every so often. I wondered if he’d been in any situations with the other underclassmen that he tutored, like the one he was in with me. Were there other peers of his that were falling behind because of their infatuation too? Or was it actually just me, and this was all uncharted territory for him?

I wondered if he even knew the effect he had on me. I tried not to make it obvious, but based on the fact that I never paid attention to his lecture and rather focused on the way his mouth and throat moved when he spoke and the way his eyes glistened in the light of golden hour, there was no way he couldn’t tell.

My train of thought was cut off when Matt leaned forward, softly caressing my chin with one large hand. I gasped slightly, flinching at the contact. He leaned in close and traced my bottom lip with his thumb, looking deeply into my eyes with dilated pupils. I choked; there was no way he was going to get any words out of me at that moment.

“If you can focus and stick with me to get through this one chapter,” He started, his voice reduced to a deep purr that sent shivers down my spine. “I will stay the night. Okay?”

I nodded, completely willing to obey him and do literally whatever he said. Matt grinned, glancing down at my lips for a brief moment. “Good girl,” he purred. He removed his hand from my jaw, pushing my hair away from my face. He leaned back, dodging me as I leaned forward in an attempt to connect our lips. “Get your notebook.”

My head was spinning and my cheeks turned red. I had to snap out of it if I was going to finish this unit or even get close to crossing the threshold with Matt. I was way more concerned about the latter. He had me wrapped around his finger.

Matt watched me scramble to get my things together, a content smile on his face. I took a deep breath and laughed, trying to compose myself. He giggled softly, which didn’t help me at all. I’m glad you think this is funny.

With some trouble, I managed to overall stay on task and focused for about an hour until we finished the chapter. Matt caught me zoned out a few times, but he kept giving me second chance after second chance, gently trying to steer me back in the right direction. He kept telling me that I was getting there and that I wasn’t stupid and that physics would not be the death of me.

“It’s a one-semester class. It’s almost over,” He told me, before rubbing my shoulder and then proceeding to read from his textbook.

Once we were done, I got up to use the dorm restroom so I could brush my teeth and wash my face. I was mentally exhausted and it was almost 2 AM at that point. I had completely forgotten Matt’s promise, so when I stepped back into my dorm room and saw him getting situated on the floor, I was a little confused. I remembered just as I closed the door behind me and locked it for the night.

“So tell me about your dream last night,” He said, not wasting any time. I sat on the edge of my bed, throwing one of my extra pillows at him as he laid a blanket that he brought down on the floor. So he planned to stay the night. I wondered whether he was actually going to leave when he said he would, or if he just said that to make me beg him to stay.

“Oh, y’know, just…” I mumbled, reluctant to share what I remembered of it. “It was weird.”

“Well, I already know that,” He laughed. “Tell me more.”

I looked him in the eyes, feeling my body start to burn up. “There was a bathtub involved. I remember that much,” I told him, sighing softly.

Matt’s eyes shot wide open, a devilish smirk creeping up his face. He looked me up and down, his gaze softening as he did so, before shying away and looking down at his feet.

“That does sound crazy,” he said, exhaling.

“Mhm,” I hummed, looking at the ceiling.

“Mind if I sit?” he asked, gesturing to the space next to me on my bed. It was then that I became so grateful for the fact that I had my own dorm all to myself. I nodded, scooting over for seemingly no reason as Matt plopped himself right next to me, elbow brushing mine. “Do you remember anything else?”

I shook my head, staring at my wall. I looked at him, seeing if he had anything else to say. Part of me wanted him to be able to tell that I was lying and there was in fact much more to my dream than I was letting up.

“C’mon, you can tell me,” he egged, grinning softly. He nudged me with his elbow. “Are you embarrassed?”

“I just don’t remember,” I stated, shrugging. I pushed his shoulder in response to him pushing me.

“Well, if it’s the kind of dream I’m thinking of…” he started, purring again. “By all means, don’t be embarrassed.”

I rolled my eyes and pushed him again. “Gross,” I mumbled, full of shit. I regretted saying that. I didn’t want him to back off, but I didn’t know what else to say and he was making me nervous. I squirmed next to him and pulled my shorts down slightly.

“You’re blushing~” he teased me.

“Shut up,” I said. I bit my lip, taking a deep breath and turning my head towards him so he could see that, yes, I was in fact blushing. Heavily.

Matt grabbed my chin again, tilting my head up. I leaned in, but he held my face in place, preventing me from getting any closer to him. Let me kiss you, asshole.

“How do you find acceleration?” he asked softly. I rested my hand on his knee, slowly sliding it up under his shorts.

“You… multiply the change in velocity by the change in time,” I said quietly, peering up into his eyes.

“Good girl,” he grinned, leaning forward to press his lips against mine.

Matt’s hand moved to caress the side of my neck, pushing my hair back and pulling me closer. His lips were so warm, moving slowly with mine as they fit together perfectly. I squirmed a little bit, moving my hand without really knowing where I was gonna put it. My fingertips brushed his jaw and I felt him smile into the kiss.

“You’re so timid,” he stated. His large hand moved down to my hip, gripping it slightly and pulling me towards him. Without another thought, I climbed into his lap, placing my hands on either side of his neck and quickly kissing him again.

Matt introduced his tongue into the mix as he pulled my hips closer, pressing them against his hard-on. He groaned into the kiss, his mouth hanging open for a moment while my tongue slid against his. I ran my fingers through his short, curly hair, before sliding my hands down to lay flat on his chest, pulling my lips away from his.

I was hungry for him. Starving, even. I pushed his chest, making him lay down underneath me as I leaned forward and started kissing his neck, specifically the freckle under his ear. Matt groaned again, sliding his hands up my thighs and around my hips. He lightly squeezed the flesh of my ass, his fingertips slipping underneath the hem of my booty shorts so he could trace circles into my skin. Meanwhile, I was busy kissing, nibbling, and sucking on his neck, listening to each strangled breath he held in as I left little marks on his skin.

My own hands explored his body, caressing his small waist overtop his T-shirt. It smelled like fresh laundry and it looked good on him, but I knew it would look better on the floor. I adjusted my hips so that I could reach under the hem of his shirt, lifting it up as my hands slid up his warm body, feeling each of his muscles tense up and flex at my touch.

I pulled my lips away from his neck and sat up, looking at him as I pulled his shirt over his head. His face was bright red and his neck was covered in light bruises, his lips hanging slightly agape as he stared at me, breathing heavily. I tossed the shirt on the floor, letting my eyes trail down his body.

“Fuck,” I whispered. He looked absolutely divine underneath me. He was skinny, but he certainly had some muscle in his arms and chest and even a little bit in his abdomen. Matt’s waist was curvy, his hips protruding outward and up, giving him an almost feminine figure. He had a small patch of hair on his chest and a thicker one trailing from his belly button down below his pants. Everything about his body was perfect. I felt myself almost drooling at the sight.

“You have a staring problem,” he stated, grinning. His hands ran up and down my thighs, gently squeezing them. I blinked, looking at his face. I swallowed harshly and leaned forward to place kisses up his throat, his head tilting as far back as it could to give me more room.

“I just like to look at nice things,” I hummed, gently pinching his skin between my teeth. The area was more sensitive due to how thin the skin there was, his Adam’s apple just underneath my lips. He whimpered softly, hands traveling up my waist underneath my shirt.

My own hands lingered just above his hips, caressing his body as I started to drag my lips and tongue down his neck, over his collarbone, and then his chest. We were sideways on my bed, and if I kissed any lower, I’d have had to get on the floor.

He ran one of his hands through my hair, groaning as I started sucking another bruise into his chest, right below his sternum. “Oh, fuck me…” he purred. I looked up, seeing his head thrown back and all the pretty dark red and purple spots I put on his neck. I giggled into his skin, causing him to laugh as well.

I sat up, rubbing my thumb over the fresh bruise I put on his body while adjusting my hips so that I sat directly on his bulge, which was pressing hard against me. I shivered, spreading my legs a little more until a sharp pain shot up the inside of my thigh.

“Ah, fuck!” I hissed, my body collapsing slightly as I tried not to move my leg any further. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, ow…”

“What’s wrong?” Matt asked, sitting up. He wrapped his arms around my waist, one of his hands gently resting on my leg.

“I pulled a muscle,” I whined, screwing my eyes shut. Matt laughed slightly, shaking his head.

“Jesus,” he mumbled. “Here, lay down.”

He lifted my hips, placing one of my pillows under my ass and tenderly moving my legs so that they were laying straight and not spread. He hovered over me, kissing and massaging my thighs while I tried to let my body relax into my bed. “This leg?” he asked, rubbing circles into my left thigh. I nodded, sitting up slightly so I could move my hair to a more comfortable spot. Not that it really mattered; it was gonna get messed up in about ten minutes anyway.

Matt placed a soft, wet kiss into the skin of my compromised leg, looking up at me through his lashes. I could feel the cold metal of his glasses press into my skin, poking me slightly. I reached down to run my fingers through his curls, pulling them lightly.

“Do you wanna keep going?” he asked me. I nodded frantically.

“I’ll be fine,” I said, laughing softly. “Not the worst thing that’s happened to me during sex.”

He giggled, pressing a few more soft kisses into my thigh before climbing on top of me and straddling my hips.

“I really liked that,” he exhaled, pushing my hair out of my face.

“Liked what?” I asked, my hands resting on his warm, freckled shoulders.

“You kissing all over my body. It was hot,” he grinned. He was such a dork.

Matt gently grabbed my hand, placing it right between his legs onto his bulge. The material of his shorts was slippery, allowing me to rub and squeeze him through the fabric. He felt warm. Warm, hard, and big.

He exhaled, immediately leaning in to kiss me as I caressed him, playing with both his dick and his balls in one hand. He let out a moan, his hips subtly rolling into my hand as he tried to get more friction out of the contact. I squeezed him harder, causing his hips to buck forward.

“Fuck, so good…” he mumbled, laughing slightly.

I let go of him, sitting up for a moment to pull my tank top over my head, leaving my torso completely exposed.

I brought one of his hands to palm my breast (which was almost half the size of his entire hand), and I looked him in the eyes. “Put your knee between my legs. Like, push against me,” I told him. He obliged, applying a good amount of pressure to my core while my hand returned to his crotch. My other hand pulled him back down into a kiss, opening my mouth for his tongue to slide in.

It took him a moment to figure out what to do, but after a few seconds, both he and I were coming undone. I’d reached inside his shorts and boxers to caress his cock, running my thumb along the base gently and squeezing it at the same time. Meanwhile, he alternated between both of my boobs, spending a few seconds on one, massaging it and pinching my nipple, before switching to the other.

Suddenly, he pulled away, his eyelids hanging low with hunger in his eyes. “Can I touch you?” he asked, caressing my waist.

“Please,” I giggled, panting. Matt smiled and brought his hand down to rub over my shorts. I still held him gently, watching his hand manage to pull my shorts off by itself.

Two of his fingers dipped between my legs, prodding the outside of my underwear and likely finding nothing but wetness.

“Oh, you must want me so bad,” he teased me, biting his lip.

“Mmm, I guess,” I teased him back. He rolled his eyes, pushing my underwear to the side so he could run his fingertips between my lips, collecting my slick and rubbing circles into me.

I sighed, closing my eyes and squirming slightly. I thought about how hot it would be for him and I to have sex in the library. That was becoming an increasingly likely possibility as each second passed by.

“Does that feel good?” He asked. I suppose I’d gone quiet for a moment.

“Mhm,” I nodded, grabbing his hand so I could guide it to a better spot. Matt leaned down and over me, his face inches from mine as he watched where my hand was taking his.

“You can put your fingers in,” I told him, whispering. I looked up at him, waiting for him to heed my instructions. It wasn’t long before I felt him push into me, lightly moving in and out inch by inch, deeper and deeper with each thrust.

He started to kiss my neck, softly and slowly to match the pace of his fingers. He nipped at a spot just below my jaw, making me hum slightly in bliss and he licked and sucked on the skin.

He started moving faster, pushing deeper and curling his fingers inside of me to brush against that infamous spot over and over again. “Matt-“ I moaned out, choking slightly as I held my breath.

Matt chuckled softly, pushing his fingers deeper. “I’m right here,” he purred, leaving a wet kiss on my jaw.

“Please fuck me, Matt. I-I want you,” I groaned. He was working magic with his fingers, but I was more interested in what he could do with his dick. I was starting to get desperate.

Suddenly, he removed his fingers, wrapping his lips around them and sucking them clean. He looked kind of silly doing it, but his lips were now covered in my slick and he hummed in pleasure as he swallowed it.

He rubbed my thighs as he pushed himself off the bed, quickly standing up to reach into his back for God knows what. I shimmied out of my underwear, sitting up with my knees together as I watched him pull something shiny out of the front pocket.

“I didn’t realize you came so prepared,” I teased him, crossing my arms over my knees. First the blanket, now a condom. He didn’t even ask me first if I had one in my room (I didn’t).

“Rather be safe than sorry,” Matt shrugged, sitting on his knees in front of me as he grinned and pulled his shorts off. He wasn’t wearing any boxers underneath either.

“And no underwear? Matthew!” I gasped, whacking his arm. I watched as he took himself in his hand, stroking lightly. I moved his hand away and caressed his warmth, moving my hand up and down slowly while pressing into it with my thumb. Matt moaned softly with his mouth closed, bottom lip trapped under his teeth as he rested his forehead against mine.

I pecked his lips, making him look at me as I carefully removed his glasses with my free hand. His eyes had to cross slightly due to how close my face was to his. I giggled, letting go of his cock and setting his glasses down on my nightstand.

I laid down, pulling him close by his neck and into a kiss. The kiss was soft, like the first one we shared. Just passionate and gentle, taking care of each other. It finally hit me that this was really happening. My dream was becoming a reality. Minus the bathtub.

“You okay?” He asked me, his eyes darting nervously around my face. I nodded, kissing him again, harder this time.

I felt his tip brush against my inner thigh, smearing warm precum on my skin. My body tensed up as I gasped into the kiss, pulling away to look down at our hips, inches away from each other.

“Hold on,” Matt grunted, sitting up. His head turned every which way, searching for the unopened condom that he’d prepared and somehow lost. The bed shifted slightly as he leaned over the edge to pick it up off of the floor, tearing it open with his teeth like an animal.

It was hot.

My eyes trailed down his body again, admiring the way his skin wrapped around his muscles while his chest moved at each breath he drew in. His lips hung agape as he slid the condom on, his movements hasty but careful.

I lifted my body up, sitting on my knees in front of him and matching his height. My hands slid onto his waist, caressing his body once again as I kissed him before he could ask any questions.

He stopped, taking in the kiss. His hand gently wrapped around my throat, before grabbing my whole face and pushing me away.

“Quit making me feel girly,” he said, his face red and flushed.

I ran my hands up and down his body, making him shiver. “You like it,” I teased him. I placed my hands flat on each of his pec muscles and squeezed them like they were a pair of tits. Matt rolled his eyes, taking my hands in his.

My body fell backward, crashing into the bed. Matt pinned my hands over my head, looking me dead in the eyes. “You ready?” he asked quietly, stroking my wrist with his thumb.

I nodded.

“Good,” he smiled, giving me a sweet peck on the lips. He let go of my hands and instead grabbed my hips, shifting his body so that his tip was lined up with my entrance. Matt looked at me one more time for approval, seeing me bite my lip and nod.

It hurt way more than I thought it would. I’d noted the fact that he was big when I held him in his shorts and laid eyes on him a few minutes before, but wow. I took a deep breath, gripping the sheet underneath me as he pushed in slowly at first, then rammed in the rest of his length once he got the tip in. Immediately he sent a shockwave of pleasure through my body, the bed shifting slightly from the momentum he created until he bottomed out.

He stretched me out a bit, but God, did it feel like Heaven. “I’m okay,” I laughed, out of breath. Matt smiled at me before laying down on top of me, wrapping my legs around his waist. He didn’t waste much time before beginning to move in and out, already starting to fall apart himself.

“You feel so good,” he exhaled, his hips shuddering slightly with each thrust. His words made me feel hot; my face burned up and my stomach felt warm from both my reaction and the friction between our bodies as his skin rubbed against mine.

I knew that I wasn’t gonna be the best sex he's ever had; there was no way. I’m sure he’d taken multiple peoples’ virginities at this point and there was no way I could compare to that.

“Would you believe me if I told you this was my first time?” Matt grunted, sending a pointed thrust into me. I looked at him, somewhat horrified.

“No,” I answered. “Is it?”

“No,” he grinned, shaking his head. “I’m just messing with you. You got all quiet.”

I hummed, looking at the ceiling. His smile quickly faded and he caressed my cheek, hovering over me.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked, his tone sad, but empathetic. I shook my head.

“Go faster,” I said, taking a deep breath. I pulled his face down, his lips crashing into mine. A smothered moan escaped his throat as I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling his hips in by squeezing my legs around his waist. Matt reached one hand behind my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair as he started to thrust into me, each movement faster than the other.

His free hand moved to start massaging my breast, matching the pace of his thrusts as he squeezed and pinched.

“Hmmn- fuck…” he whimpered. Matt’s voice had gained a higher pitch as he moved faster. “Fuck, I think I’m close…”

“Rub my clit,” I told him, removing his hand from my chest. “Fuck me harder.”

Matt huffed, propping himself up so he could see what his hands were doing. One remained behind my head, while the other traced down my body, stopping at my hips. He spread his hand out so that his palm was pressing down on my lower stomach and his thumb rubbed circles into my aching clit. The movement of his hips had shifted from a smooth roll to a more jagged, harsh thrust as he followed my instructions.

“Perfect,” I moaned, gripping the sheets beneath me. My hips bucked, causing them to land at a new angle that allowed him to hit that spot again and again.

“Fuck,” Matt whined for the 80th time. “I’m so close.”

“Keep going,” I moaned. I could feel the knot in my stomach getting tighter and tighter. Everything he was doing to my body only pushed me closer; he was making me feel so good and I didn’t want the moment to end.

Suddenly, Matt’s moans started to get louder and more frequent as his hips stuttered with each thrust. The sounds he was making were so heavenly; I felt boastfully lucky to be hearing them and being the reason he was making them.

“You’re so pretty, Matt,” I huffed, arching my back. I moaned out loud, feeling my climax approaching like a fucking bullet. Matt was not far behind whatsoever.

He leaned forward, kissing me on the lips and thrusting into me as hard as he could. I yelped, moving my hands to grip his hair as my body started shaking violently. I came in a fit of loud moans and whines, his name lingering in my curses as I caught my breath.

Matt gasped, whining as the rhythm of his thrusts was disrupted. I could practically feel his dick throb as he came, still inside of me. He exhaustedly moaned into my mouth, letting me shove my tongue between his lips and kiss him harshly while he was still catching his breath.

“Can we do that again sometime?” he asked me, panting into my mouth. I looked into his eyes, pushing the curls that were stuck to his sweaty forehead away from his face.

“One-hundred percent,” I giggled, pulling him in for a soft kiss. My legs were trembling alongside his arms.

We laid for a little while, catching our breath and taking in the feeling of our bodies pressed against each other, relaxing. I was sure Matt was very close to falling asleep, and I didn’t blame him. It was late and I too was exhausted.

Eventually, we both got up, and I pulled on his gray T-shirt so I could run to the bathroom and clean up. I brought back a wet rag so he could clean himself up, before he pulled his shorts back on and climbed under the covers with me.

“Promise me something,” he said.

“What’s up?” I asked, snuggling up to his chest while he wrapped his arms around me.

“Promise that you’ll still pay attention to the work during our next session,” He laughed, pulling me closer. His body was still warm and his skin was soft.

“Will you reward me if I do?” I asked, looking up at him.

Matt smirked, tucking my hair behind my ear. “I promise if you promise.”

“I promise,” I whispered, kissing him softly. He smiled in the kiss, softly tracing my jaw with his thumb.

“I promise too,” he said.

#this is okay at best idk. i feel like i can write good stories but the actual smut is just meh #also i rushed it but i hope you like it anyway #matt stone x reader #matt stone #x reader #fem reader #fanfiction #fluff #smut #mattrey #baseketball #cannibal the musical #trey parker

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「 GREEN IS THE COLOR ! 」 . . . 📂 dally’s version

the outsiders : dallas winston

wrd count : 740

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . dally gets jealous when steve flirts with his boyfriend, [name]

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . dallas winston & male reader

Steve Randle was a name Dally held no ill intent... until now.

Sitting next to Steve and Soda, you laughed and ioked with them under Dallas Winston's seething gaze.

It was a secret that you and Dallas Winston were a couple. A well-kept secret. Nobody knew except who it concerned; [Name] Curtis and Dallas Winston.

The relationship was kept a secret for one reason and one reason only; family. If Darry or Soda learned that you were dating Dally they wouldn't accept it. Dally was a dangerous criminal even if he was their friend, and they just couldn't let you share the same fate.

Dallas was surprisingly okay with this. Sure, he would love for everyone in town to know you were his boy, but for the time being, it was okay with just you and him knowing you were his. At least, until he saw Steve Randle toying with you.

He had spent the time at the diner so far flirting with you, whispering things in your ear, and even sometimes touching your hand or leg which were making Dally about ready to burst with envy.

You were his boy, and Steve didn't have the right to touch you or flirt with you under his watch.

When Dally saw Steve's hand sliding under the table and touching your thigh he couldn't take it anymore. He stood up and strode toward where you sat, and yanked you into his arms as he hauled you away from the diner. He could've cared less for the befuddled gaze shared between Soda and Steve, or the way your eyebrows scrunched up in pure disarray.

You yelped at him to slow down while your wrist tingled against the feeling of his enormous, warm hands, "Dally! Stop! Slow down! Please!" He wasn't hurting you. Dally would never hurt you, but the entire showdown made your brain ache with questions.

He pulled you into an alleyway as you turned the corner, and let go of your wrist as his hands trailed to your waist where he finally rested them. You looked at him with dazed eyes and furrowed brows, "What is wrong with you?"

Dally leaned his forehead against the alleyway wall next to your head, "Nothing is wrong with me. Something is wrong with that... That punk."

You shivered at the sound of pure hatred and envy in Dally's voice. He was talking about Steve, no doubt about it. Dally pulled you in closer by your waist as he continued, "He was messing with you. I saw his lips and his hands and... I couldn't take it anymore."

"Oh, Dal. I'm so sorry. I didn't know what to do with his hands all over me, and Soda right in front of us. My brain froze. " You reached up to his neck wrapping your hands around the body part trying to soothe his fury.

"What do you have to be sorry for? It was him who messed with you, and I know you would never, and I mean never let him take things too far."

You gave him a soft smile. Dally wasn't one for trusting others. Not after how New York had raised him. He had been through so much, and yet he still trusted you so much to completely and wholly believe in you despite the circumstances.

"You know me so well, Dallas Winston."

"You are my boy, after all."

Dally gave you a toothy grin as you dodged eye contact with him. Oh, how you loved it when Dally called you his boy. And oh, how he loved how shy it made you get.

Dally's grip on your midriff loosened as he slid his hands up to your face, gently cupping your cheeks, "Let's make it known. Me and you. To everyone, but especially to him."

You gave him a small peck on the lips, "It would make me the happiest man alive to make sure that everyone knows I'm yours."

Dally's eyes illuminated with as much joy as they could possibly hold as he gave you one last kiss; soft and slow differing from his usual attitude of doing everything fast and hard.

Ending the embrace with a satisfying kiss was enough to get rid of any thoughts about Steve still lingering and with that, you two walked hand-in-hand to the diner ready to make it known that you were Dally's and Dally's was yours, and nobody would get in between that.

✎ notes . . . yes, this is a repost. tumblr deleted my old acc >:( ﹒⟢ ˚ ⊹ 🌪 ﹒⟢ ˚ ⊹ n.v.

©️ sethcertified 2023

#☆ — sethcertified #☆ — the outsiders #x male reader #male reader #dallas winston x male reader #dallas winston x reader #dally winston x male reader #dallas winston #dally x reader #dally x male reader #dally winston #dally winston x reader #the outsiders dally #the outsiders #the outsiders x male reader #the outsiders x reader #☆ — green is the color

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Particles of reality: Obsession

genre: dark, yandere, otome, crime, supernatural, NSFW

Not all stories have happy endings…especially this one.

I have a feeling this visual novel has done some permanent damage to my mental health, but I'm not regretting reading it.

!Please note: This game is for mature audience only!

Particles of reality: obsession is dealing with very dark themes including gore, extreme violence, torture, sexual and mental abuse. It has graphic depiction of consensual and un-consensual sex (including sex between minors and sex between siblings). List of triggers for each path is enormous and it was pretty hard to read through some paths. There are options to hide some content, but even with "lower violence" filter it was gruesome enough. Like Monika, I hate the violence, but I was too interested in characters to skip everything.

Monica is studying medicine in college and working at the cafe Luna to pay her bills. She has two close friends and a bunch of phobias, since she is a traumatized young woman with a troubled past. Monika hoped to separate from her family by enrolling to a college. But now she's stuck on a dead-end job, feeling claustrophobic in a small crappy apartment, also failing her studies and doubting her choice to be a doctor.

This is the time when in her life appears a tall handsome man, who has a strange interest in her. But the story unraveled…

Particles of Reality is a macabre satire on dark romance, where relationship with violent people are romanticized, - and otome games, in which every character falls in love with a MC no matter how plain, or dull she is.

It is a splendid idea to show in visual novel that relationship with obsessive people can only cause you pain, but still overall it was a depressing experience for me. I can not recommend this game, but it has a highest rating from me, because it is unique and memorable. All the characters are either traumatized or just pleasurably insane.

You are warned from the beginning that there are no happy endings in this novel. In those few where main characters at least don't die, Monica is still can not be happy because she's feeling trapped.

It makes sense, because it shows that with the characters like these, who are obsessed (and sometimes possessed), there can be no happy ending. They're traumatized, violent and mentally unstable. It is said that in Obsession the characters are the worst possible versions of themselves.

After a while it is getting too frustrating that no matter what you do the game finds its way to punish you. The characters are making very stupid mistakes and decisions - and you can do nothing about it but watch. Also sometimes the game is forcing you to read a lot of information that you already learn from other routes. I can see why it was hard to avoid, but still it was too much unnecessary reading.

The structure of visual novel is unique - it has additional unlockable content for each character that helps to look further in their past or shows their point of view on the story. At some points the story is breaking the forth wall.

Nice touch that choices that doesn't affect the ending, are clearly marked.

Still after reading everything including the secret character routes, the story still has more questions then answers - and feels incomplete. The secret route was more confusing then revealing.

CHARACTERS

MC Monika Viotto (name changeable, but I don't see why someone would like to relate to this MC more, so I left it as it is)

My diagnosis: Post-traumatic stress disorder + Dependent personality disorder

For me, Monika is a bit annoying. She's is your our typical otome MC - she is kind, shy, not very smart with average looks (though I think that she looks pretty cute). Because she was abused and neglected at home since childhood, Monika developed some phobias like nyctophobia and claustrophobia.

She says that she hates violence, but in each route she's attracted to violent people - probably that is the route of all the problems. In some paths she even shows a violent streak that she probably has (probably that is why she resents violence - because she knows she can have it in her too). Her family is mafia and though she wants to get away from them so bad, the violence in her household probably couldn't left her intact. However usually Monika is absolutely oblivious to everything happening around her. Sometimes she can stand for herself, but these moments of clarity happen usually too late.

Who she is now is a result of her traumatized past, but also we can see that she's really passive and co-dependent since young age. She can't decide for herself (and when she is, she's deciding badly), she's not trying to learn something new, she doesn't understand her feelings and is not good with people. She's not good with anything really. Though she doesn't lack empathy and sincerely grieving loss of those who are close to her.

Sometimes she can be funny and snappy, but not often. She is more self-assured and interesting in some "what if" scenarios and in some branches in Brandon's route.

Love interests (SPOILER ALERT)

Which one do you have in mind?

None of the characters are mentally healthy. Some are aware of this fact, the others aren't. There is almost no romance, except maybe for the Sebastian route (which is my least favorite). There are some sex scenes though.

Each route starts differently and has slight time difference, but except for the Brandon's route, the circumstances in these are very similar.

Sebastian Dallarosa

My diagnosis: Narcissistic personality disorder (?) Also typical yandere

Sebastian is tall, rich and handsome. Probably smart too. He's meeting MC on the street, saving her life from a car accident, and then taking care for her when she is getting sick. But something is not right about him. Or is it?

He's in love with MC since they were children. It was love at first sight, and now he believes that Monika is his soulmate - and he wants her no matter what.

Dallarosa is a mafia family too, like Viotto, but several years ago Sebastian and his twin brother refused to take over the family business - and it seems that Sebastian put all his effort to get Monika Viotto, because it is the only thing that he wanted - ever.

Sebastian is probably the favorite character of the developer, because his route is longest, plus he's appearing in every other route and in most branches. He has the most CG's. And I really hate him. Either because he's triggering something from my past, or because he is so sure of himself. He is the only one with almost no regrets or remorse. He thinks that his "love" justifies everything he's doing. I hate how he doesn't give Monika a chance to decide for herself, how much he's suffocating her, how he manipulates her. He doesn't care at all what she thinks, for he has her image in his head for a long time, and he doesn't care what Monika is like for real. He shows in all the routes, and in each one he's madly in love with Monika.

When you start the game, Sebastian's route is the first you have to finish at least once, and for some time his route is pretty romantic. He says nice things to MC, dotting around her, telling her what she would like to hear. But when things unravel, he shows his true violent and/or manipulative self.

The best part of Sebastian's route was Alexander. He seems much more sane (Maybe that is because he doesn't has his own route yet)

Julian Andrei

My diagnosis: Dissociative identity disorder

Julian is working with Monika in a Cafe Luna. He seems rude at first, but otherwise he is funny and always ready to help a damsel in distress. Except he has a strange habit of vanishing for several days once a month. What does he hides?

In Julian's route Monika has a crush on him when they first meet, and in other routes it is other way around. Julian in his route is the most different from himself in other routes, except Brandon's DLC. Because in most routes he is just a friend and co-worker of Monika, and doesn't show his violent streak, also he's pretty weak and can't stand himself against other characters. However we know from his route that he should be experienced in killing people, so it is strange that he's always trying to rescue MC unprepared. (I guess it is one of frustrating features which lead MC to unavoidable bad ends).

Julian is in constant conflict with himself - because he has a split personality, which seems to have a mind of its own.

As for the core personality, and not the worst version of himself, I like Julian very much. He is funny, honest and noble in his own way - and trying to do his best. I don't mind his complaining and self-consciousness.

Quinn Deidre

My diagnosis: Borderline personality disorder

Quinn is gender-fluid non-binary person. And also they are the most normal character. They are a ball of sunshine. Funny, active, kind, caring, creative. But they're trying too hard to get attention that they are forgetting what is good for themselves. Quinn definitely have BPD, and it is pretty accurate portrait of this disorder. Given their traumatic past, it is not strange that Quinn has it. Their family is fundamentally religious and they always felt that they don't belong at home. So they're looking hard for the place where they belong.

Meeting Monika as a roommate, Quinn is falling in love with her non-judgemental attitude. But of course, they can't stand to her other suitors. (Brandon strangely accepts Quinn)

Quinn is really sweet. His bad ends are pretty sad, because they mostly end with him hurting himself.

Brandon Viotto (free DLC)

My diagnosis: Antisocial personality disorder (Psychopath)

Due to the themes of incest and underage sex (also extreme violence, but Steam is OK with it), Brandon's route is not accessible in the base game and can be downloaded as a free DLC (optionaly, because for some people this route can be too fucked up.)

Brandon's route is a history route: it begins when Monika was five, and all events in all branches are happening earlier than the beginning of Sebastian's, Julian's or Quinn's routes. You don't need to read through this route to finish the game and open secret character, but it is giving better view of Monika's personality in other routes, also after reading it, I hated Sebastian a tiny bit less.

Brandon is Monika's older brother. He's just a year older than she, but since the early childhood they were raised differently. Brandon was the favorite child, Mama's golden boy, he was given best teachers and was combat training to become the head of the family (Don). And Monika was neglected, harshly punished for all tiny mistakes, given little to no education. Most of the time their parents didn't pay any attention to her at all. Luciana Viotto is a powerful, cunning and cruel woman, and Antonio Viotto seems totally indifferent to everything that is happening in his family, until it becomes too late.

Things doesn't add up here - while Monika as a mafia princess was prepared to arranged marriage if nothing else, she probably had at least attend different social events to meet important people, but she didn't. Otherwise she would be just a disgrace of a mafia family (which she obviously become, when she went to a college, living in a worst district of a town and working for a minimal wedge)

Since tender age Brandon was trained to be a merciless killer. And while his first kills brought him tears and nightmares, later he started to enjoy killing and torturing people. Now he is hungry for power and control. And the only one he cares about is his sister. Monika.

Since they were children, Brandon always tried to defend Monika from their abusive mother. They grew very close, because they always had to depend onto each other and didn't have anyone else. Monika needed Brandon because he always came to her rescue and Brandon need his sister, because she appeals to what left of human in him. She is still his moral compass after years of killings.

When he was about 15 year of age, Brandon felt that he his feeling for Monika is not completely brotherly.

After some time of his doubts and regrets, they've became lovers, when Monika was still 14 y.o. They both knew that incest is wrong, depending on the branch, they're having more or less doubts about it.

In most scenarios revealed that when Monika was 16, she attended school, where she has met a boy and started dating him. But Brandon was furious and beat the guy so bad that he couldn't recover. Monica hasn't talked to Brandon since then, until she decided to go to college where she begins all other routes.

Brandon is the one who sees the best in Monika

I do not justify the incest, I've never understood it either. But given all the circumstances in this novel I think in Particles of Reality, Brandon is still the best choice for Monika. Maybe I'm prejudiced, because despite of everything , I liked him too much since demo. He's the only one who will never hurt her willingly, she can trust him completely and he's the one who accepts and understands her as she is.

The thing I like about Brandon the most is that he is the only one whose personality doesn't change a bit in all the routes and branches. I'm afraid that is because he's the least favorite boy for the developer, but still he doesn't pretend. Also he's the only one who is changing through his route - for worse, but still.

He is extremely violent, and doesn't hide that he is enjoying killing people, but it seems that he can have his doubts and regrets about everything that concerning Monika. (Nevertheless he still thought and done disgusting things)

He is also very smart, with a dark sense of humor, but I always felt that Monika can depend on him. With him she is safe, but he can go too far to secure her.

I can't rate any of the characters, since they're shown as the worst versions of themselves. As for their "core personality", I like Sebastian the least, because I can't find any of his personality outside of his obsession. As for secret character, his purpose in this novel seems only for breaking forth wall, so it is hard to say something about him for now.

Overall:

Visual: 4/5

Story: 4/5

Characters: 5/5

Romance: 2/5

Originality: 5/5

My Rating: 5/5

(I can't recommend it to anyone, since it is very dark and not for everyone, but also couldn't give it less than 5 stars, because I'm sure that this game has a powerful impact on every person who has read it)

You can get this visual novel by Arewar on Steam or on itch.io

#particles of reality #yandere #visual novel #otome #video game #video games #dark romance #my review #personal #Tiger Mousse

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bas-writes · 1 year

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Apparently Oblivious

Character: Yamato Reader: gender neutral Word Count: 1037 CW: fluff, oblivious Yamato, first kiss, post top surgery Yamato, reader is being very obviously horny for Yams but the text is wholly sfw A/N: raffle prize for @mysticaltigersorceress who asked for some oblivious himbo Yamato in front of some flirting :3 I hope the murder is successful :3

For a loud ball of enthusiastic chaos he’s so predictable it hurts. He’s sitting exactly in the same place as yesterday, and the day before, and even before, ever since he arrived on your island. As if he made this udon stall his home, he keeps returning around lunchtime, squeezing his huge body by the counter and cradling the bowl in his enormous hand. The bowl you’re barely able to hold with both hands.

The sight always has you weak in knees: he’s so big in every aspect of his body and personality, jarring and warm like the sun. Claiming to be a samurai of a legendary land of Wano, he looks like none you heard about them, resembling more a half-feral friendly spirit. Or a giant puppy, with this wild maze of white and blue hair. His body is full of scars, from wrists to two horizontal cuts across his wide chest, but his moves around you are gentle as if you were a noble, not a random person who keeps him company during lunch. You haven’t tested that—yet—but you bet he could fit your middle between hands and carry you around like a doll. Or sit you on one of his thick thighs so you could bury your face right between his pecs.

And sometimes, when he smiles exceptionally wide, you can’t help but wonder how it would feel to graze his fang-looking canines with your tongue.

Even his name is attractive. Yamato. You like the way it sounds and tastes.

You’ve sworn to yourself that you would have this man yours at least once before he leaves the island.

“The usual?” Stall owner greets you and already reaches for the noodles. You nod and squeeze yourself by Yamato’s side, not without a little, subtle brush of hand against his knee.

A polite man he is, he hunches to the other side. Of course.

“Y/N!” You like the way he speaks your name too, with that adorable vibrato of foreign accent and untamable enthusiasm. “Hi! How have you been? How is your day going?”

“Good.” And it would be even better if you finally made the puzzles in his head click. “And yours? What did you explore this time?”

“The ruins in the north.” He stuffs his mouth with noodles, his cheeks full much like a hamster's. Despite his fingers being enormously huge, he uses chopsticks with smooth precision. You would stare at his hands only for this reason if your attention wasn’t already swallowed by their sheer size.

“Hey, doesn’t it take, like, a whole day just to get there?”

“Not for me. I’m fast!”

Oh, you have no doubt in it. Those muscled legs must turn him into a god of wind whenever he moves, even if he carries that gigantic club everywhere with himself. You saw him once swinging it around, so easily as if it was a little twig.

The weight of your body would mean nothing for him. Just a thought of it makes you shiver a little.

“You’ve dozed off.” Yamato waves hand in front of your face. Hand much bigger than your face, currently heating up.

“Oh, sorry, maybe I don’t really feel that good,” you feign, leaning against him. This time he doesn’t dodge, quite contrary: lets you press close exactly where you aim. His bicep feels sooo good against your cheek, so soft and ready to flex.

Stall owner rolls his eyes, places your udon in front of you, and retreats to the back.

“Shit, should I call a doctor?” Yamato frowns, his gaze heavy and concerned. He leans over you and presses forehead against yours. Your heart skips a whole starved beat as you fight the urge to grab his horns. “You don’t have a fever. Good.”

“I don’t? But I feel like burning…” You fan yourself with a shirt, trying to angle yourself with his gaze. But his eyes do not wander down, towards the naked skin of your chest. Of course, he’s a good boy.

“Maybe it’s because of broth— Ah, no, you haven’t even started your udon.”

If you weren’t in public, you would jump onto his lap out of frustration.

“I will once it chills down enough. Maybe you will try for me—”

Before you can reach for your chopsticks, Yamato snatches some noodles with his own. So much for the sneaky plan of feeding him…

“Hot!” He hisses, adorably sticking the tip of his tongue out. Fanning himself with a hand, he looks around, frantically, for water or ice, anything—

Now or never.

One hand grabbing his shirt, you pull him close and dart your own tongue out. You brush it against his, putting all the yearning, willpower, and skill into shamelessly teasing him. It’s fast, short, and far from what could be called a kiss. But his face is tomato-red by the time you pull away.

“Here—” you smirk and hope for the best— “I kissed you better.”

Yamato’s eyes are wide open, as if on the verge of popping out, and his tongue still hangs out. Hands he reflexively put on your shoulders twitch, at times squeezing you harder and stirring thoughts of less innocent caliber.

“H-hey…” He can barely choke out without pulling the tongue back in, his easy-going, smooth demeanor gone in seconds. “That was…nice.”

“Would you like me to kiss you again?” You pull on the string without hesitation. Your target finally pulled on the bait—and you’re not losing the time on the game of blind cat and confused mouse.

He blinks. Comically slowly. And finally hides his tongue.

“R-right in front of—” His eyes shoot on side, right at the stall owner, who just waves off and bolts between boxes at the back, promising he can’t see anything and never could, of course. “Oh. Okay. Alright then?”

Ready to pull him in again you gasp in surprise when it’s him who makes the move: fast, smooth, and confident. Yamato’s big, warm hand—so close to your fantasies, yet so different—envelops your head with ease as he guides you in for the promised kiss.

And then he proves to you that his adorable innocence is the first of many false assumptions you’ve made about him.

#yamato x reader #yamato x you #yamato x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece reader insert #bas writes #yamato #gender neutral reader #5k raffle

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therewasatale · 10 months

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put up with worse

On Ao3.

Summary: Gordon showed kindness to these puppets, it's time for them to do the same.

Based on prompt.

"How are you feeling?" Ricky slowly slid out from the pipe, it was one of a bluish one, that led to the park.

It was a quiet night, the full moon was hiding behind the buildings and skyscrapers, and the stars were barely visible from all the lights around them. The gentle silence was only disturbed by the soft snoring of the dogs, around the bench Gordon was sitting on.

He shrugged, his eyes fixated on the wound that ran down to the bottom of his palm starting just below his little finger.

He had a long day in the job and made a mistake when fixing a broken glass door in one of those hotels. His mind wandered off and he cut his hand on a shard. It haven’t needed any stitches, but it was deep enough, and painful, every time he moved it. All he could done is to patch it up with some gauze and finish the job as quickly as possible.

Of course, he couldn't tell anyone that he made that mistake because he was exhausted from his other, secret-job. The deadlines of the contracts, archiving the old episodes, possible new scripts coming in, all waited for him to do, to read or just to approve. And then send them to the right channels, the right people. Responsibility after responsibility piling on without much help.

He knew he wanted to help these puppets, but he also knew that he was by far the most mature out of all of them, and even has never had to deal with people who were out to make a bigger cut of money from the episodes. People with annoyingly insincere smiles, wearing fancy suits and using five-dollar words to try to finagle more money out of a deal.

"I've put up with worse," he mumbled slowly closing and opening his hand, wincing from the pain. Maybe he should have gone to the hospital, just to make sure, or at least to get some painkillers.

The sock-puppet watched him with his unsymmetrical eyes somehow able to see him clearer than most the humans. "Hey, just because you can cope doesn't mean you should have to." He turned his head, clearly looking at Gordon's hand. "Let me get you something for the pain." He slid back and vanished, leaving Gordon on the bench, sitting alone in the park.

The human only glanced after the puppet. Ricky was one of the oddest friends he has ever had, and yet he felt very grateful for it. With his witty personality and sarcastic comebacks, Gordon never had a boring night.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the bench. With each breath, his thoughts calmed down, and he let the exhaustion flood his body. Rarely he left himself to have some rest, but for some reason he always felt like he could fall asleep everywhere when he was around these puppets.

Next to his leg, Scraps, Flooper and Mahoney snored, their body sometimes trembled in their dreams.

He didn't know how many minutes went by, but by the next time he opened his eyes, he was able to see the moon shining its silvery rays around in the park. And he also felt a slow rumble getting closer.

The dogs' ears winced and they lifted their heads at the same time.

"It's all right," said Gordon, "evening Goblette."

The giant puppet slowly nodded.

"Here we are," Ricky raised his head triumphantly from her shoulder. "We got you something. Right, Goblette?"

She sheepishly reached out and opened her enormous hand.

"Oh...Thanks." Gordon took the bottle of the painkiller from her. "Where did you find it?" He asked as he popped it open. It still had at least 8 pills inside.

"In the maintenance room at the hotel, Goblette remembered it, she wanted to give it to you herself. And it's not even expired, yet." Ricky let out a fake-cough.

"Yeah, thanks, Ricky, and Goblette." He swallowed two pills. "I really needed that, actually."

She slowly nodded, and once again reached out.

Gordon felt his instinct kicking in, the fight or flight reflex told him to do either of it, but he didn't move. His logical side knew he wasn't in danger, no matter what happened before, and how frightening Goblette could be.

The giant hand slowly lowered and patted his head, as gently as she was able to.

"Mh, thank you, Goblette," Gordon mumbled. "I'll be fine now, I'm sure of it. You helped a lot."

The puppet gave him a wholehearted and wide smile.

"I knew you can help out our grumpy saviour, Goblette," Ricky nodded, his eyes wobbling around and then fixed on the human.

Gordon rolled his eyes, and scratched the dogs' heads as they got closer to him. Their tails swiped the floor with enthusiasm.

"Do you two want to stay a bit? The moon is really pretty, and these three can be hard to handle alone when they all want head pats." Gordon glanced at the dog-puppets with smile, the smile remained when he saw from the corner of his eyes that Goblette sat down next to the bench.

"You two play with them, but I'd rather stay up here. They can be too playful, when they want to play fetch. I would rather not get turned into a chew toy."

"You could have been an excellent one though," Gordon answered with a half-grin, as he scratched Flopper's ears.

"Very funny, Gordy. I know you'd miss me." Ricky shook his head, but still there was a hiding smile in his voice.

Both of them fell silent as they watch Goblette carefully reaching out and petting Scraps' head. The dog-puppet sniffed her head and wagged his tail happily.

Gordon remembered the responsibilities, the contract, and the dead-lines that were still waiting for him. Despite all that, he knew that all of the headache, and the exhaustion was worth it for them, and for moments like this.

#my friendly neighborhood #my friendly neighborhood fanfiction #Gordon O'Brian #ricky #goblette #copper

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rosaline-black · 1 year

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ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢꜰᴏʀʏᴏᴜ - ꜱɪʀɪᴜꜱ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ

Summary: on a summers night Sirius surprises you with a call. Will those unspoken feelings finally bubble over ?

Pairing: Fem!reader X Sirius black

A/N: this is a song fic! I’ve been a big 1975 fan since I was 11 and well since I couldn’t afford tickets I thought I’d live vicariously through their old songs. Enjoy :) even if u don’t know the song, this is still pretty romantic.

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What time you coming out?

We started losing light

I’ll never make it right

If you don’t wander off

“Come on l/n one night with me you won’t regret it…” Sirius pleaded over the muggle pay phone. He craved the site of your face just as much as he craved a cigarette right now. Love wasn’t normal for someone like Sirius. It didn’t just happen, not with his upbringing, not when he’d never experienced it from anyone other then his friends before. It was getting darker outside with every second and Sirius needed you near him.

“Sirius it’s 11pm and my parents are sleeping you can’t just call my house begging to see me… especially in the middle of summer when you haven’t owled me once!” You snapped in return. He couldn’t expect you to run to him after he’d been radio silent for four weeks.

“You know how my parents are y/n… I can’t send letters to…” he trailed off not knowing how to phrase his statement. You were muggleborn, if his parents caught wind of him associating with such he’d not only be punished but you could be put in danger too.

“Mudbloods? Just hang up Sirius…” you snapped

I’m so excited for the night

All we need’s my bike and your enormous house

“Hey don’t use that fucking word… look I have my bike with me… I can cycle..” Sirius pleaded even harder.

“Fine let’s say I agree where would we go?” You asked sighing into the phone.

“Your enormous house of course… look I just really need to see you… please”

If it wasn’t for the sincerity in his usually sarcastic and annoying voice you would of hung up. But he was doing what always did, he reeled you in until you craved to smell his cologne again, until you wanted to hear his deep chuckle.

“Fine… get here any later then midnight and I’m going to bed…” and with that you put down the phone.

Half an hour later you were sat on your front porch when a bike made its way up the road. The moonlight caught on metallic paint and his grey eyes. You could spot those eyes from a mile away.

“You’re here…”

“What did you think I wouldn’t come…”

You shrugged honestly. You never really knew where you stood with Sirius most of the time. He teased you like one of his friends but whenever you spoke he held an intensity you couldn’t locate when he conversed with his other friends. He’d joked in the past about hooking up with you. And you’d just laughed it off, it was better to push the playboy away then confront your feelings and have them crushed.

Don’t you see me I

I think I’m falling, I’m falling for you

And don’t you need me I

I think I’m falling, I’m falling for you

On this night, and in this light

I think I’m falling (I think I’m falling), I’m falling for you

And maybe you, change your mind..

"Glad your opinion of me is high…“ Sirius joked taking a seat beside you as you both looked up at the clear night sky.

Sirius noticed your reluctance to give in to him. He completely understood. You had an unspoken tie to each other that you both chose to ignore. But on nights like this, in the dimmed glow of the porch light he was certain he was falling for you.

"At least I’m honest with you… I don’t fall at your knees like half the other girls in our school..” you commented with a tiny smile that was hidden behind your hair.

Sometimes you wondered if he truly saw you. If he was just stringing you along as a back up option in case someone more desirable didn’t want him. No way would you be his scapegoat. No way would you degrade yourself for love, even if that love was getting more apparent with every second you spent on your porch alone with him.

I’m caught on your coat again

You said, “Oh no, it’s fine”

I read between the lines and touched your leg again (again)

Sirius leant over to get closer to you, one of his many rings that he worse getting caught on a lose string from your coat. He pulled it away but only drew you closer.

“Sorry I…”

“Oh no it’s fine..” you said pulling away the string as you realised how close he’d grown to you; it was pissing you off that you didn’t mind his nose nearly brushing yours.

You moved your gaze back to the sky. Losing yourself in the stars as a cold calloused finger grazed your upper thigh. Any other time where the atmosphere wasn’t as thick with intensity you would of pushed it away. But you couldn’t.

Sirius didn’t mean to graze your leg. When he saw you hadn’t pushed him away like usual he rested his hand there. Grounding him deeper beside you. Touching you in anyway felt like a privilege he of all people didn’t deserve, but right now with all these unspoken thoughts, there was no way he’d let go. He couldn’t.

I’ll take it one day at a time

Soon you will be mine, oh, but I want you now (I want you now)

In that instant Sirius knew he couldn’t have anyone else ever again. He’d wait the rest of his life to call you his. Wether it was in this life or the next he didn’t care. Your souls were intertwined. Afar from the pureblood bullshit he didn’t see your blood status or even your looks, he just saw your soul. And he was hoping you saw his.

In that instant he knew that he’d take it one day at a time, even though when you bit your lip that way or tucked that loose strand of hair behind your delicate ears he wanted to steal you away. Have you now.

“Stop staring…” you muttered just above a whisper, like a whistle in the wind.

“Never…”

When the smoke is in your eyes, you look so alive

Do you fancy sitting down with me maybe

‘Cause you’re all I need

“Cigarette?” He asked lighting his own. Your brief nod was enough to carefully slip one between your lips and light it.

He watched the smoke streams catch in the light of your porch, more importantly your eyes. The majestic patterns that the smoke formed weren’t even close to competing with the intoxicating puddle which were your eyes.

“So we’re just going to sit here in silence then..” you broke the silence.

“What is there to talk about…” Sirius murmured almost mockingly. There was clearly lots for the both of you to talk about. Infact there was everything to talk about.

You could of sworn the glimmer of his teeth that showed when he smirked was enough for you to fall into the hole that was Sirius black. You couldn’t let it though, what if you’d made up the bond you shared in your head. You weren’t the first girl he’d probably ever done this for.

According to your heart

My place is not deliberate

Feeling of your arms

I don’t want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck

Sirius could practically hear the cogs turning in your head. Maybe now was the time to ease the doubts and reservations you had about him. Maybe now was a good time for him to get on his knees and confess every bad thing he’d ever done just so you completely trusted he could never hurt you, even if he wanted to.

He was sure you were bound to each other. Maybe to you the feeling wasn’t as strong. He’d accidentally fallen into your heart and now you were trying your best to get him out. But while he had the chance he’d take it.

Before he could take it though, your arms were pressed against his chest. Your eyes glued to his own. That mental timer that had been counting down the seconds until you could no longer ignore this had run out. Whatever this was.

“I don’t wanna be your friend y/n… I can’t just, be your friend…”

Then his lips were on yours. And you were fighting for dominance, wanting to equally prove to each other that this wasn’t just a kiss. Your hearts were chained to one another and neither of you wanted to find the key to loosen the shackles.

His lips found your neck and every thought of him hurting you was now long gone. You liked to think you couldn’t be deceived, and if this was him deceiving you then you’d happily call yourself a fool.

Don’t you see me I

I think I’m falling, I’m falling for you

And don’t you need me I

I think I’m falling, I’m falling for you

On this night, and in this light

I think I’m falling (I think I’m falling), I’m falling for you

And maybe you, change your mind

You must have laid with each other until the sun began to rise. You didn’t want it too though, neither of you did. The thought of losing that atmosphere, that perfect circumstance where you could freely declare your love for one another was frightening.

Those same doubts crept back up on you. Would you go back to Hogwarts in September and would he pretend as though he’d never kissed you this way. Would he push away your bound to each other, or would he give in? Give in like you had so easily.

“I’ve fallen for you…” those four words were the only confirmation you needed. You were bound.

#sirius black x reader #sirius black x female reader #sirius black x you #sirius black #Harry Potter #remus lupin x reader #fred weasley x reader #draco malfoy x reader #george weasley x reader #harry potter x reader #james potter x reader #marauders #marauders x reader #marauders era #harry potter imagine #Ben barnes

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