thinking about shigaraki losing a match on his game and coming over to you, laying in his bed, and taking his frustration out on you in the form of aggressive kisses, nips, and pathetically rutting into your thigh. thinking about how he would ask you if you think he's a loser, and having to listen to him grumble about how useless his teammates were, all while he's panting and shaking on your lap. he'll get himself off on your plush thighs, shoving his face into your chest and moaning feverishly into the nape of your neck, making a pure mess of himself. once he's finished, he'll get right back up, slip back into his chair, pop his headset back on, and the cycle will repeat.
below, you will find links to all my cherik one-shots posted on ao3!
one-shot (20k+): we recognize each other and call this love.
The nine times that Erik and Charles' souls met each other; and the final time their souls vowed to never be apart.
A Reincarnation AU with a happy ending.
one-shot (1k+): a voyeur’s subject
Erik fucks his hand while Charles watches.
one-shot (2k+): take a look in the mirror
With old age comes a list of new problems, but Erik not being able to get hard was not on the list.
one-shot (10k+): is this a fever I’m feeling?
Hand steady on the back of Erik’s neck, Charles breathed into Erik’s ear, “Have you ever been dominated before, Erik?”
Erik let out a jagged sigh, his body shivering again in response to Charles’ question and his tone. “I have not.”
Charles pressed a soft kiss to Erik’s temple before lifting his head up by his chin. He met Erik’s eyes, which were blown, his irises nearly encapsulated by his pupils. “Do you trust me?”
Erik nodded. “I trust you.”
one-shot (6k+): something to remember me by.
Erik was thrust into another timeline by a mutant who followed his trail to Poland, and the Charles in that timeline finds Erik captivating and gives him everything he craves and more.
or; the one where alternate timeline erik gets fucked by original timeline cherik.
one-shot (3k+): it's in the eyes.
After the war, Erik hunts the men who tortured his people, using their lust against them to lure them into his traps. A trail leads him right into the hands of Dr. Xavier, and Erik regrets having to interrogate him – maybe even kill him – because his lips just feel so damn good.
one-shot (4k+): take me so breathless.
The metal object in Erik’s pocket keeps getting heavier and heavier with each passing day until finally the moment is right; and Erik can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with Charles.
one-shot (5k+): your body is a weapon, love.
New York City, circa 1975. Charles is a demonic succubus with an insatiable hunger, and Erik is more than happy to hand over his body to Charles.
one-shot (2k+): a greek tragedy.
Erik is Achilles. Charles is Patroclus.
Inspired by The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller.
one-shot (1k+): a selfish act.
Charles and Erik meet at a bar, and their love blossoms as it was always meant to. Until Charles pulls out of the fantasy.
one-shot (2k+): don't wanna walk alone.
With the impending battle with Shaw looming ahead of them, Erik asks Charles to marry him, and Charles does something Erik never expects.
one-shot (3k+): o' death.
Charles dies suddenly, and Erik is his reaper to guide him to the afterlife. When Charles reaches the end of his journey, his discoveries along the way lead him to his new life after death.
one-shot (1k+): a mother's love.
A snowstorm leaves Charles more alone than he already felt, but the brush of a new mind is all it takes for him to hope again.
one-shot (3k+): you're a sweet release
With two more babies on the way, Erik notices things are a little bit different with Charles’ pregnancy this time around.
For Preggy Charles Zine 2025. Download here!
ficlet: rest now.
Set in Days of Future Past.
Charles dies because he overdosed.
Erik finds out years later after he breaks out of prison.
ficlet: nude sign-up.
Emma signs Erik up for nude modeling in an art class. Charles gets roped into attending said art class by his roommate.
ficlet: you were a vision (a wonderful day for a picnic remix)
Erik flickers between now and a life once lived, and his love, his Charles, remains through it all.
For X-Men Remix 2025. Remix of this fic riiiight here.
one-shot (1k+): maybe it's the moonlight.
"He shut his eyes at the memory, trying to recall it in vivid detail... All he could remember was Erik’s steel blue eyes, softening as he looked at Charles as if he hung the stars."
Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate, Chapter 1
Haymitch and Effie reunite after the war, when an unexpected event knocks them off course. Chapter 1 of 3. Very very light M rating
Chapter 1
Peeta’s shirt clung to him with sweat as he dug the shovel into the earth, digging up his second rosebush for the day. Once upon a time the groundskeeper had planted them there. The Victor’s Village used to overflow with Snow’s favorite bloom but no more.
Where the bushes used to be, primroses now bloomed and marigolds and daffodils and rue flowers. It was for Katniss but not only. Ever since the boy returned to Twelve, gardening had worked therapeutically for him. A way to focus and soothe his mind.
The steady sound of the shovel was what finally woke Haymitch. The old mentor lay sprawled out on the couch in nothing but a shirt that needed washing weeks ago and a pair of sad old underwear. He groaned as reality brought on the throbbing headache that was as routine for him as peeing in the morning.
Haymitch lifted his hand and waved it helplessly in the air as if to ward off the shovel. Why could he never remember to pull those damn curtains together? He shadowed his face with his hand and that’s when he realized he wasn’t alone.
Effie sat there, on the very edge of his old armchair where springs stuck out through the stuffing and his skin crawled from déjà vu. How many times had he seen her at his house this time of year, collecting him for the reaping? He lost count.
“I see you picked up where you left off.“ Effie glanced at the empty liquor bottles that littered the floor. Her strawberry hair fell freely down her shoulders. He still wasn’t used to see Effie like she really was, without all that crap she put on her face and her crazy outfits. She looked younger, washed out, more vulnerable.
He grunted something about pants and heaved himself up. He found them thrown aside in the kitchen of all places and pulled them on, in no hurry to go back to her. Seeing his old escort only brought back memories from her last visit and they hadn’t gotten less embarrassing with time.
He never planned on fucking her when she brought Peeta home, back in March but that’s still how he wound up.
He sucked at goodbyes; didn’t do well with any change and when she embraced him he felt it in his bones that he’d never see her again despite her promise that she would return. That’s why he kissed her and everything deteriorated from there.
It was pathetic. Quick and with no elegance whatsoever. He thrust himself into her once, twice and then it was over. It’d been so long since he last had a woman and Effie’s warmth and tightness overwhelmed him. He came hard, couldn’t hold back. He just emptied all he had in her. Effie wasn’t even close.
Afterwards they were both so embarrassed and uncomfortable they didn’t know where to look or what to do with themselves.
“Take care of them,” she mumbled.
“I will,” he muttered back and Effie got her bag and slipped out the door, like she couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
And yet, here she was.
Haymitch took some water in his hands and splashed it on his face. He rinsed out the bad taste in his mouth, snapped the seal on a bottle, drank. Better. Much better.
The telltale clicking of heels approached and he knew without looking that Effie watched from the door.
“Guess it’s my own fault you couldn’t call me,” he said and turned around with the bottle in hand. “Went and broke it again. Don’t think you’ll be able to fix it this time, sweetheart. Sorry.” He stretched out with a grunt and scratched his stomach. “Why you here? Forgot somethin’?”
“I’m pregnant.”
The silence that followed after she uttered those words was so thick it was palpable. Effie watched him, tired and unsmiling, waiting for him to respond but Haymitch couldn’t get a single word out. He stood there frozen, his grip on the bottle so tight his fingertips shone white and bloodless.
“I just found out. My doctor…”
He saw her lips move but he couldn’t hear her, couldn’t make sense of the words. His ears rang. Everything blurred together.
“Haymitch?” He felt a pressure against his arm and through the black spots that filled his vision a pair of worried, blue eyes appeared. She kept her hand against his arm, steadied him until he could see her face again.
“You’re pregnant?” he croaked.
He wanted her to deny it. To tell him it was all just a bad joke. It couldn’t be true! But Effie only nodded.
“Nine weeks.”
“You told me…” Haymitch rasped. “You told me you can’t get pregnant. That’s what you said.”
“I know. I know you’re upset…”
“Upset?“ All the blood drained from his face was returning, fast. ”You’re dropping a fucking bomb on me, Eff! You can’t be pregnant! How can you be pregnant when your doctor said it’s impossible!?”
“I don’t know!”
“I can’t have a kid, Eff! You know I never wanted kids!”
“I didn’t plan it, Haymitch.”
“I can’t have a kid!”
“What do you want me to say! I don’t know how it could happen. It just did!”
He cursed and smashed his bottle against the wall, making her jump. The liquid flowed down the yellowed, torn wallpaper. “It was all just a stupid mistake! Christ, one time! How can you do this to me, Eff?
“You think I wanted this!?” Effie cried. “You think I came here that day in the hopes that you would father my child? All I wanted was to go over Dr. Aurelius’s instructions with you! That’s all! Only you decided to jump me!”
“Do not pin this on me, Eff! You screwed up! You and your moron doctor so don’t you fucking blame me! You can’t just waltz in here and make me have a kid! How do I even know it’s mine? For all I know you could have screwed everyone in…”
The slap hit his face so hard he staggered back a step.
“Of course it’s yours, you pathetic, horrible worm!" Effie’s eyes swam with tears. "I am so stupid! To believe you would take responsibility! You’re a good-for-nothing drunk and that’s all you ever will be! But don’t you worry, Haymitch, have it your way! It’s only your child. And I will do this on my own!”
Author’s note: This story got longer than I expected so there will be two more chapters after this. :) Reviews are love and always appreciated! Chapter 2 will be up next weekend
Fugk shigrli LSOEE LOSER SHIGARAKI PLZ PLS SAVE MEEUGHHHH...can yu do..like THIS SOUNDS CRINGE BUT READER ISEKAI AND THEY R OBSESSD W SHIGARAKI,,, like, they get plopped down into his bar, they explain his lore to him, his fanarts, shiparts ALL OF THAT🙏🎀
Love u munch plz dont die
love u too munch!! hope u enjoy <3
i died violently in a car crash and all i got was this weirdo virgin!
shigaraki x isekai!reader
cw: no use of "y/n" (i used "______" instead!), fem reader, loser shigaraki (aka early chapter shiggy), virgin!shigaraki, isekai, tw: implications of death/major trauma, car crash, oral (male rec), loss of virginity, slight musk kink if you squint, kinda canon shiggy? rough sex, unprotected, pathetic virgin moment lol, teasing, missionary, p/v sex, choking implied for a few seconds, desperation, premature ejaculation, sliiiiiight breeding kink? if u squint
not proofread! pls dont eat me im sorry but its 5am i dont have the energy to edit rn!!!!!!!
you don't know how it happened. there was a sharp, hollow static, paired with the feeling of drowning, choking, sputtering. you could hear screaming, you could feel the branches interlocking with your innards, pinning you to the car seat. but...everything was so soft, so light...
until it wasn't.
you figured heaven would be a little less daunting than this. even atheists could dream up a place better than this.
but here you were, plopped onto a worn stool, a long mahogany bartop splayed in front of you. maybe it was a sick joke, maybe this bartop was the tree you lost your life to. maybe it was one big metaphor. either way, the leather was sticking to your legs already, a loose nail prodding at your thigh as you shifted in your seat. there was a strange smell here, a mixture of sweat and blood and something smoky, and you couldn't place whether you liked it or not. you tapped your fingers against the worn wood for a moment before glancing around the sullen room.
it looked so very familiar. worn furniture, brick walls, and a dingy carpet splattered the room like dollhouse furniture. the bar was fully stocked, but no one was tending to it. there were a few rooms down a hall, but nothing you could recognize. across from you, a little tv sat, with a torn poster of something you felt on the tip of your tongue. you forced yourself to move, standing from the seat and rubbing your eyes as you approached the wall. with a shaky hand, you wiped dust from the ripped paper, revealing a heroic-looking man. little holes scattered the image, as if it had been used as a dart board. bold writing splayed beneath his portrait read: "ALL-MIGHT", and like a crashing wave, everything came flooding back. your favorite manga series, my hero academia, had a bar similar as the base for the league of villains. you sucked in a sharp, excited breath as your eyes took in another look of the room. maybe this was heaven.
but...this shit doesn't happen in real life. isekai's were a favorite trope of yours, like re:zero or konosuba, yes, now you remembered- you had loved the idea of another world rather than death or rebirth. maybe it was your version of heaven. you bit your nail at the idea of being able to see the base for yourself. sure, it wasn't at all what you had imagined it to be- it wasn't as enchanting, per se, as you had thought. but it was...all in front of you. as you swallowed your discoveries, a squeal of joy erupted from your core. shit, your core. your body, fuck, was it okay? you lifted your shirt, expecting to see the gory visual of your death still imprinted on your skin...but it was gone. as if it had never happened. shit. this isnt so bad then, right?
but something surely was missing. and no, it wasn't your life. well, technically yes it was, but fuck that, who cares? what you really were missing was them. if this was a true isekai...
the sound of metal clanging sends a freezing shock through your bones. you whip around in time to see a very battered and bloody league stumbling in, kurogiri rushing to the bar to grab supplies. you stay silent as you watch them all individually groaning and pushing each other for a seat, too scared to say a fucking word. sure, your obsession was there, but it was all-too-intimidating when they're right in front of you. your breath is stuck in your chest, until a voice shatters your glass-persona.
"boss? who the FUCK is that?" a raspy voice slices the air and you feel everyone's stares fall onto you.
your eyes widen as shigaraki slumps out of his seat wordlessly and slinks over to you, hand extended. he's much larger than you thought he'd be. his frame towers over you slightly as he approaches, a sinister smile creeping up on his cracked lips.
"good question, spinner" his teeth are bared, and he's inches from you now as you shake. "who the FUCK are you?" he repeats the question, a sickening twist in his voice that shows he's really not in the mood to talk. without hesitation, you slip underneath him and head for the door, but he grabs you before you reach it. he yanks you back with four fingers, his grip deadly on the back of your shirt. in a panic, you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.
"please! i'm sorry! fuck, i'm your biggest fan i promise! i don't know how the fuck i got here i just died and woke up here pleasedon'tturnmeintoashesi'msorry!" your voice is rushed and trembling, but he releases you onto the ground with a thud. you catch your breath as you stand, wiping the dirt from your legs.
"...the fuck?" dabi's voice rings through the thick silence, and the group breaks into a bellowing laughter. except for shigaraki. he stands over you, a wide, confused expression on his face.
"fan? so you've heard of us?" his smirk reappears as he couches down into your face, and you nod rapidly.
"yes, yes, i know all of you, you're my favorite characters!" you point at all of them, reciting their names. toga's smile consumes her entire face as you do so, and grabs onto twice's arm as she squeals.
"characters? tch, what are we to you?" shigaraki shakes his head as he looks down at you.
your expression falls as you realize they all have no fucking idea what the hell you're talking about. you take a deep breath and begin infodumping about "my hero academia", your favorite manga. everything from deku and his quirk, to all might, to the league itself. shigaraki finally backs up a step and offers you space to stand, and you do so. he nods as you recite the plot, his eyes widening in confusion and anticipation. when you run out of breath, he raises a finger to you, and you go silent.
"she sounds fucking crazy..." twice mutters sing-songy through his teeth. you chuckle nervously as shigaraki glances to the rest of the group, still bleeding and beaten.
"tend to your wounds elsewhere. i want a minute alone with...this thing." he gestures with a curled lip to you and you wave awkwardly. the group sighs and exits to their own spaces, toga examining you head-to-toe before bouncing away, exclaiming: "okay, but i want her when you're done!".
you cant help the anxious fiddling as he guides you to the worn stools again. he throws himself in one next to you, poppy irises still fixated on you with furrowed brow. he scowls at you, but says with a hint of amusement, "tell the truth now". his voice has a twinge of agitation to it, and you smile weakly at him.
"that's the truth, i swear" you start, and he shakes his head. you can feel the annoyance leeching off of him, and you start your next sentence very carefully.
"have you ever heard of an isekai?" you drag the words as if it would prevent your death, and he nods. "okay okay, good. so i think that's what happened. see, i'm not from here, as you can tell...and i died in a car crash, really brutal shit man, like literal sticks in my lower intestines and shit, that sucked balls." you trail off as you describe the fatality and he sighs.
"sorry, i got carried away. but yeah, basically, no need for an introduction on your part, i already know everything about you". you smile gingerly as he raises an eyebrow at you and scratches at his neck.
"mhm. everything, eh?" he leans into you again now and your breath hitches. you can smell him now, and it's unlike anything you could have imagined. the smell of sweat is combined with a faint sugared citrus scent. it's strange, honestly you didn't imagine he'd smell like anything more than a general stink, but he isn't unpleasant in the slightest. he's also all-too-close to your face, and you're able to see every patch of dry skin, scar, and scrape on his delicate pale face. strands of powdery blue hair drape around his face, and he pushes it back with a brutish movement as he takes in the image of you. you fight the urge to reach out and touch him as he speaks again, his breath on your face.
"what else do you know about me then, hmm?"
him being that close to you was overwhelming as fuck, and it takes a minute to reboot your brain and respond.
"well, fuck i don't have my phone" you exclaim as you pat your pockets down.
"need mine?" he slips his out of his hoodie pocket with two fingers and you shake your head shyly. "no thank you" you creak out, and shrug.
"well, basically, you're like, all over social media. and people really love you" you start, and a smirk forms on his face again.
"so, in another world i'm...people like me? in this other world...do i kill all might?" he says excitedly, snaking his long fingers together with a clap.
"well," you start, "sometimes?" you bite your lip, thinking of how to phrase it. "people write stories about you, and draw you, hell, some people even cosplay you..."
"cosplay? like...dress up? like me?" he says shocked, and you respond with a content "mhm!"
"...in your other world, do i win?" he smiles manically and you frown. you know his fate in your world. but maybe, in his, it's different. maybe you can lie to him.
"yes." you recall the recent manga leaks and chapters, and force a smile out. "you win, victoriously. and...you're the best villain!"
he leans back in his seat, a cocky look on his face as he folds his arms. "and society...does it fall?"
"you make it yours, shigaraki" you nod, distracting yourself from the blatant display of his death that replays in your mind.
"excellent" he hisses out. "tell me how i do it".
you shake your head. "i promise i can!" a look of determination overcomes you, your confidence way too high for someone who just got obliterated by a fucking tree branch. "if...if i can join you, i can show you everything from my world and help you" you propose, fighting off the aching in your chest. he glares at you for a moment and purses his lips.
"hmph. i'll consider it" he raises a brow and you respond with a tight, flat grin. he rolls his eyes as you shimmy closer to him. at this point, he hasn't killed you, and fuck it, if you die again, who knows where you'll go.
"did you know that a lot of people want to fuck you?" you blurt out, and he chokes on air.
"WHAT?"
"yeah, and they write about it all the time. and draw it, too. they also think you and dabi are together, sometimes you and spinner, hell i've even seen you and eraserhea-"
"WHAT THE FUCK?" he shouts out, and you laugh. you feel the excitement from before come rushing back, making you slightly delirious next to this definitely unstable and unhealthy villain.
"yeah! in my world, you're like, so hot" you giggle.
"i'm going to need you to shut the fuck up while i process that" he raises a hand and takes a deep breath.
he takes a few seconds, rubbing his temples and sighing. "...in what world would i fuck dabi?"
you laugh, violently, and he grimaces. you cant reply, so you just shrug as your laughter continues to startle him.
"well, a lot of people also think you're," you whisper the next part, "a virgin". he scowls at this and flattens his lips. he doesn't respond, which causes you in your delusional state to scooch closer to him.
"...is that true?" you ask quietly, and he glares at you. you take his silence as a yes, and nod.
"hmm. thought so" you reply with approval, slightly satisfied your favorite headcanon was very much true. he grits his teeth and stands from his seat, stretching a bit before walking away with a huff. you immediately fling yourself off your own seat and follow him.
"you know, that's not a bad thing!" you say behind as he trudges down the hall. he flings open a door and slams it in your face, sending you back a bit. you frown, not realizing how far you've been pushing it. you reach for the doorhandle and somehow, it's not locked. you push the old wood and enter slowly, the smell of dirty laundry and that same citrus smell enveloping your senses. he groans as he meets your gaze and you smile sheepishly.
"hey, sorry, i'm not sure why that of all things bothered you..."
he rolls his eyes and flops onto his bed. the springs creak with exasperation as his weight squishes against the old frame.
"of course an idiot like you wouldn't understand. even in your world i'm still somehow seen as a loser" he grumbles and you bite your cheek. you close and lock the handle behind you, and shuffle over to the bed. you dont sit, but you sway slightly as you watch him. his body is more defined from this angle, you can see the gentle muscles under his tshirt-his hoodie has been flung onto the floor with the rest of the clothes-and his baggy pants fall just low enough to expose his porcelain skin just above the waistband of his boxers. you take him in with a greedy stare as you plan your next response.
"...well, yes, but...we all think it's hot." the words startle him and he sits up slightly.
"we??" his eyes narrow, "you're one of them?"
you cringe and nod slowly. "sorry, shiggy, but if its any consolation" he cuts you off with a snap-
"i should kill you right now and send you back to your other world".
your hands fidget uncomfortably at your sides and you fight the urge to take off sprinting again. seems as though when you died, your proper judgement died with you. you sit slowly on the edge of his worn mattress and raise your hands in defeat.
"i don't think that's how it works. if i die again here, i'll just be sent somewhere else, and then i can't help you". he interjects with a quiet "ughhh", and you shrug. "like i was saying, if its any consolation, everyone who does think you're a virgin just wants to fuck you all the more. so in my world you get like, infinite bitches" you grin, and he frowns again.
"are you also one of those freaks?" he retorts, and you wince.
"hmph. checks out. mystery girl from mystery world shows up and says i, quote, get infinite bitches, and allegedly wants to fuck me" he throws his hands up in defeat. "i don't suppose you actually want that, just the idea of it, hm? i'm sure you get off on your world's portrayal of me. for all i know though, you could be lying, you could be a narc little NPC that works for the heroes, and they sent you to weaken me. i don't think i'll fall for it this time, idiot. get out." he points furiously at the door and you pout, folding your arms.
"fair assumption, but with all due respect, even if i were a spy, i don't think i'd be so stupid as to lock myself in a room with you" you motion to the locked door, and he huffs.
"prove you aren't then." he challenges, and you very quickly oblige. at this rate, you're living a fanfiction fantasy and you're thanking that tree branch more and more. you yank your shirt off and climb into his lap, choking out an exclamation from him. you straddle him and almost immediately feel him harden underneath you, eyes blown wide in shock as you wrap your arms around his frame and plant your lips on his. they're cracked and dry, but you couldn't care less. it feels like death all over again, the swirling static enveloping you as you taste him on you. a sweet twinge of blood and candy and salt coats your tongue as you slip it in past his lips, swallowing him whole. he whines as you tug on his tangled hair, rutting into you from below desperately. his body is already shaking, a silent plea as you grind down into him again, the friction of his rock-hard dick against your already throbbing center causing you to both moan. you cant hide your excitement and desperation as you claw at his back. he pulls away for a moment and shakily points to his hoodie on the floor.
"g-gloves" he chokes out, and you nod. you spring up and reach for the pocket, pulling out two artists gloves and tossing them to him. your hands brush against Father in his pocket and you suck air in through your teeth, completely forgetting about that weird fucking thing. you shake off the strange feeling and turn your attention back to him. he's hastily strapping the gloves on and fiddling with the button on his jeans. you lower yourself down to his crotch, the fabric strained against his length. with a surge of newfound confidence, you bite the button and undo the zip with your teeth, and he gasps at the sudden motion. you silently fist-bump yourself as he shimmies the jeans down his legs, tossing them off the bed. you follow, peeling the fabric off your own body and placing yourself back on top of him. he finally reaches up and squeezes your tits with his gloved hands, groaning at the feeling of them in his hands. his eyes are lit up like stars as he ogles your chest, yanking them out of your bra. you silently chuckle and completely lift the article off of you, and his jaw drops. he looks absolutely blown away, and as he greedily cups your tits and squeezes them, he whimpers underneath you. you feel his cock twitch and you grind slightly against it, and within seconds, he's panting and cumming all over you and himself, crying out a string of vulgarities. you kiss him again as he coats you both in slick, hot beads of cum and he bites your lip in pure craze. you remove yourself from his wet lap and look at him with a soft expression.
"aww, you've made a mess already. your boxers arent even off, shiggy" you whisper out and he balls his fists.
"mmf, fuck you, mystery girl" he mumbles out, and you help him pull his boxers off.
"call me by my name, _________". you plant a chaste kiss to his cheek. as his cock springs free, you audibly gasp.
its much bigger, and much angrier right now, than you typically read about. you take it in your hand and feel it, the soft, delicate skin feeling almost out of place on him. it's surrounded by thick baby blue hair, going up to his navel in a sparse trail. its heavier than you expected, too, as it switches in your palm. the creamy skin of his length is offset by a very sensitive silvery-pink tip, already leaking precum again as you thumb over it, sending pathetic whimpers to escape his lips in a fury. you blink away your greater morals and bring your mouth to it, licking a thick stripe from the base, tasting the slightly salty precum against your lips. he shakes as you slip him into your mouth, stretching your jaw out more then you expected you'd have to.
you begin slowly, keeping a hand twisting around the base as your mouth adjusts to the sheer size of it. slowly, you gain comfort and confidence in your actions, and you let your hand go. you take him further into your mouth with a sharp exhale through your nose, and he grips at your hair. he pushes you down, shuddering, and you bury your nose into the mass of hair, breathing in the aroma of his sweat and warmth. you feel yourself slicken more at this, and you bob your head up and down graciously as he whimpers, your name spilling from his lips a few times between labored breaths. you feel the blood pulsing in his shaft, and you wrap your hand around his balls as they tighten, squeezing them as he shatters into you again, thick ropes streaming into your mouth. his grip tightens on your hair and he shoves you all the way down, gagging you slightly as his cum drips down your throat.
"hnng, f-fuck" he drools as his seed fills your mouth generously, adn you pull off with a sloppy mixture of saliva and cum dripping from your lips. you swallow it feverishly and he shakes, watching as you collapse next to him.
it takes him a moment to speak, and its barely above a whisper when he does.
"_______?" his voice is raspier than before as he says your name, and is thick with desire still. you turn to him, still aching for your own orgasm.
"i'm going to fuck you now" he says, a little louder than before. you look at him with wide eyes and nod, spreading your legs are he peels his tshirt off and centers himself between them. he grips a thigh with his calloused fingers, digging his dirty nails into your skin. you hiss slightly but your back arches at the contact.
"why aren't you afraid of me?" he presses himself against your soaking cunt, leaning in to bite your neck. you gasp and grab his face, bringing him to your lips. waves of desire crash over you as he throbs against you. for a virgin, his stamina is something else.
"because i know that if i die again, i'll at least die happy this time" you admit, and reach a hand down to grab his cock. you center it to your opening, and nod. he presses himself in sharply, without warning, and you shriek out in pain.
"gah, fuck, okay, shigaraki" you put a hand to his chest to slow him, "easy, slow, please". he shakes his head and rams himself back into you, snaking a hand to your throat as he pumps inside of you haphazardly. there's no real rhythm to it yet, and you do your best to adjust to the size of him stretching your tight hole hungrily.
"tomura" he replies through grit teeth, and you moan.
"tomura," you repeat with a desperate sob, "please"
his eyes glaze over and with a newfound glimmer of faith, he grips your hips and begins to slowly rut into you, allowing the both of you to finally adjust. he exhales slowly as he rocks his hips into you, and you grab one of his hands, dragging it to your core.
"try...fuck, tomura, touch me" you plead, and he immediately presses his middle finger to your clit. its hard, almost too forceful, and you pull his hand back. he loses concentration and falls out of rhythm for a moment as you guide his hand around, showing him what feels good. you recall a few stories you had read and get an idea.
"like an analog. thumbstick. fuck. you know what i mean" you stumble out, and he very quickly nods.
"so not like a trigger." he follows, and suddenly, his movements are a lot more fluid. he smirks as he rubs your clit steadily. he begins to thrust back into you shakily, then with harder, longer strokes. he follows your directions as you moan and squirm under him, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and shoulders as he gains momentum, the mattress squeaking rapidly under the both of you.
you feel yourself at your own breaking point, the fire inside of you melting like metal as it fills you, and you sink your nails into his back as you clench even tighter around his merciless cock. he snaps out with a cry and thrusts into you faster, becoming a little unsteady as you soak his length. your body splinters in ecstasy as he drives himself relentlessly into you, orgasm ripping your body like a hurricane. you call his name out like an unholy prayer as you fall from your high, and he throws his head back as his own climax tears through him. you feel it as he rams himself as deep as he can, filling you with sticky cum furiously. his jaw slackens as he huffs and pants, the most angelic sounds emanating from the villain's flustered body.
as you both crash hard, he pulls out slowly with a hiss. his arms turn to jelly as he collapses on top of you, the weight of him crushing the air from you slightly, and you giggle breathlessly. you wrap your arms around his sweaty, shaking frame and kiss the top of his head as he hyperventilates.
he gathers the strength to push himself off of you and rolls onto his back next to you.
"was that real?" he asks, and you chuckle lightly.
"well, as real as i am, i suppose". he shrugs and closes his eyes.
"did you read about this? in your other world?" he asks gingerly, and you turn to him.
"something like this, yeah" you admit, and he nods slowly.
"you can stay, mystery girl, so long as you keep telling me about those things you read. or just show me" he says, and you smile. "oh, and help me kill that all-might fucker."
your eyes flutter shut in pure bliss as his visage interrupts your greater thoughts. if this is what your new life would be like, then perhaps the violent death was worth it.
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this took me like 3 hours to write tbh, i hope its good! i think im gonna cross-post this to ao3 to get the ball rollin. thank u sm for the ask! it was a pleasure (literally) to write this :)
M’kay so I was looking at this set of prompts and I just couldn’t resist it. Sorry this is so short.
Sirius was convinced that his neighbor was dying. There was a horrible sound coming from the apartment next door. So naturally, being the good samaritan he was, Sirius ran out over there. He forgot to knock because his neighbor was probably dying and this was no time for knocking, so Sirius kicked in the door.
“What the fuck are you doing! That door was expensive!” Remus sniffled at the very handsome and very rude man standing in his doorway.
“You were dying!” Sirius screeched, for lack of a better reason. His neighbor didn’t look impressed, and Sirius could see him pouting through the many blankets and tissues he was surrounded by.
“Umm.. I’m sorry I can get you a new door, and how about some soup? You look like you need it.” Sirius tried.
Remus pouted some more, his top lip completely disappearing. “I don’t even know your name.”
Sirius started shifting feet, a nervous tick of his. “It’s Sirius.”
Remus sighed his resolve gone but his sniffles still remained, “Fine Sirius, you can make me some soup, but please don’t poison me.”
Sirius gasped and raised an offended hand to his chest, “I have never been so insulted in my life. I will make the world’s most gourmet soup.”
Remus laughed through his mouth it was a horrible laugh. (Sirius thought it was adorable.)
“My name’s Remus. Do you often make soup for complete strangers?” The sick man asked.
Sirius smirked, “Only when I knock their doors down.”
Remus laughed again, “That’s terrible, and not at all funny.”
Prompt: We’ve been best friends for practically our whole lives but you’re a thousand times more popular than me so you dragged me to a big party and now we’re playing spin the bottle and you spin and it lands on me oh crap
Rating: T for trash cause that's what I am
A/N: This is for all of my lovely followers, all 1.5k+ of you! XD I love you all and here's your gift because I have no time to do a long follow forever. Enjoy!!
The bottle spun, captivating us as we held our breaths. It rattled and shook, clanking against the wood floor. It was mesmerizing, the uncertainty of it all; would it land on me or not? I was praying that it wouldn’t land on me, but at the same time that it would.
I didn’t exactly want to see the girl I’ve been best friends for my whole life with that I just happened to fall in love with, make out with some random dude.
Why the fuck was this so cliche? This situation was the definition of an overused cliche that only happens in the movies. Me, Natsu Dragneel, the unpopular bad boy who has been best friends with her, Lucy Heartfillia, the popular goody two shoes of the school, and madly in love with. She had dragged me to this social gathering known as a party, aka drink till you black out and bang till you can’t move. I had somehow found myself smack dab in the middle of a game of spin the bottle followed seven minutes that seemed to turn into quickie in the closet.
And you’ll never guess who’s turn it was to spin the damn bottle.
So, there I was, sitting down with my head down, arm tossed across my knee and my other leg stretched out in front of me, praying to any deity out there that it was going to land on me and not some other dude but at the same time that it wouldn’t and I wouldn’t fuck up the most important relationship in my life.
But this is a fucking cliche so here comes the cheesy shit. Quick someone grab some wine and crackers to go along with it.
Someone had started shouting “Get some!” and I looked down to see the bottle had stopped and it was pointed right at me.
Well shit.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry or scream. So I did a mix of each.
A strangled sound finagled its way out of my mouth before I could stop it. I glanced over at her, my mouth dry and my hands starting to sweat. She looked back, eyes panicked.
Cliche cliche, it’s fucking cliche!
Everyone was staring at me waiting for something to happen. Preferably for me to throw her into the nearest closet and make out until we saw stars. To add to the fucking cliche, the entire school wanted us to go out. Literally. Someone did a freaking survey without us knowing.
Awkward much?
“Let’s just get this over with.”
I know what you’re all thinking. He finally said it; he finally grew a pair and said something. The idiot finally had something snap in his brain and get over the irrational fear of being rejected and being left to die in a ditch. Sorry to burst your nonexistent bubble, but you’re dead wrong.
It was her. I didn’t say a damn word.
Chicken shit.
After staring at her wide-eyed for a god knows how long, I finally scrambled to my feet and walked out of the room after her, ignoring the snickers and the “Get some Natsu!” and “About damn time” remarks.
“Uh Luce? You wanna explain what we’re doing?”
She kept walking, dodging drunken idiots and grinding couples. Time to follow her like a lost puppy and figure out what the hell was going on.
“Lucy? Lucy? Luce? Hellooooo?”
I groaned, just what I needed. I’m beginning to feel like chopped liver over here Luce!
“It’s not like I’m your best friend or anything..” Now I was grumbling like another drunken idiot, even though I don’t drink. After watching Lucy’s dad waste away and ignore her for the past ten years, it was safe to say I wasn’t going anywhere near alcohol.
I followed her out of the house, trying to not stare at her ass even though those damn jeans did wonders to it, to the side yard, thankfully my eyes weren’t scarred with the sight of some random couple hooking up against the side of the house, where she stopped and spun around to face me.
This is where things got weird. While yes I started to sweat a little bit and my hands were shoved as far as they could in my jean’s pockets, she just stared at me.
I glanced around and sure enough, we were completely alone. I looked back to her, “Uh, Luce? Wanna tell me what’s your brilliant plan or why the fuck you dragged me out here?”
I think the term is, ‘her eyes were searching deep into his soul, searching for something that would ultimately decide her next move’ or some sappy shit like that because she was starting to freak me out with the staring and silence.
I snapped my fingers in front of her eyes, trying to snap her out of whatever had those wheels turning in her head.
I got a response of, “What the fuck Natsu?” quickly followed by smacking my chest.
“Hey you’re finally acknowledging my presence and not just standing there staring at me.”
She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest, which did nothing to help my ability to not stare at my best friends boobs. And if she ever caught me, my ass would be headed for the farthest place she could find.
Yes, I have it bad.
“Sooooooo what are we doi—?”
“Do you wanna get out of here?”
“Uh, what?”
Now she was looking at me as if I was an idiot, which to most people I am, but not to her. While, yes, she may have called me it when she was pissed or annoyed, she never really meant it.
“Do. You. Want. To. Get. Out. Of. Here?”
Now she was making me feel stupid.
“I’m not four, I don’t need you to do that.”
“You sure? Cause you didn’t answer the first time? And you’re three.”
“I’m the one who didn’t answer? Hell Luce I’ve been trying to get your attention since we left the damn circle.”
“Well I was distracted.”
“Ya think!?”
“Oh hush.”
“You ask me a question and then tell me to hush? Luce, make up your mind you’re killing me. What do you want me to do?”
“Shut up and kiss me you idiot.”
“I - wait, what?”
Did she just say what I think she said. DID SHE JUST SAY THAT? DID SHE DID SHIE DID SHE!?
CAN I JUMP FOR MOTHERFUCKING JOY!?
“Isn’t that the game? Spin the bottle and kiss the person it lands on?”
Stupid game, this isn’t how I wanted to kiss her for the first time. I’m a softie, for her at least, somewhat. Ok not really, I just didn’t want to kiss her on the side of a house with a bunch of people I didn’t know. Light me on fire and call me a romantic.
God dammit Lucy.
“Are you deaf now, too?”
Her cheeks had a faint red blush despite the defiant facade she was trying to put on; hands on hips now, lips set in a slightly firm line and eyes sparkling.
“Um, no. I just wasn’t expecting my literal best friend for life to tell me to kiss her, even if it was just a game.”
“Well I just did.”
“Yeah, that’s what I just said.”
“Are you going to do it or not?”
“Wait, you’re serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Uhhh, you’ve got me at a loss of words.”
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME.
“You’re an idiot.”
“You’re a weirdo.”
“Do I have to do it myself?”
“Why are we even having this conversation.”
“Good question, now shut up.”
Next thing I knew she had grabbed the ends of my scarf and pulled me down to smash her mouth against mine.
It was over within seconds, as soon as our lips touched (I felt sparks but keep your damn mouth shut), she let me go and broke it off.
Just like that, and my first kiss with my best friend/quite possibly the love of my life was because of a game.
“Not so hard was it?”
“Uh..”
Holy mother of god that just happened. Yes you just kissed your best friend, or well, she kissed you, you chicken shit.
“Ok now you’re ignoring me. Nice one Natsu.”
“You just fucking kissed me. What do you want me to say? Thank you?”
She opened her mouth to answer, closed it and repeated this several times before giving up, huffing, and pouting while crossing her arms over her chest.
Guys, my best friend is also five. And I’m a fuckng pedophile. Just kidding, I’m five too!
If you can’t read sarcasm, get out. And do NOT call the cops..
I looked at her, eyebrows raised trying not to laugh and failing miserably. She weakly glared at me before dissolving into a fit of giggles.
Imagine this: A guy with pink hair in black skinny jeans, red shirt and a scarf with a blonde girl in a mini skirt and flowy top laughing their asses off, as if they’re drunk and/or high, on the side of a house where a big-ass party was taking place.
And this is why people think we’re insane.
“Luce, what on earth are we doing?” I tired to ask through my laughter.
“I have no idea,” was all she could get out before we fell into another fit of laughter.
I managed to lean against the fence so I wouldn’t fall flat on my face, cause that’s so attractive. Lucy fell forward, into my chest and sighed.
“Love you, Natsu.”
I smiled and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. Her arms snaked around my waist, and we just stood there, enjoying the feeling of the other’s company.
“Love you too, Luce.”
“Hmmm.. Natsu?” she asked, shifting closer to me.
“Yeah, Luce?”
“When can we tell everyone that we’re really dating? Not just skirting around each other like a pair of idiots.”
I laughed, moved off the fence to wrap both arms around my girlfriend.
“How much longer do you think we can fool them? I can hardly keep my hands off you, much less pretend that I’m not dating the girl I’ve wanted for years. Someone’s bound to get suspicious”
She grinned and slid her hands up my chest to wind around my neck, “But I like it when you can’t keep your hands off me.”
I leaned my forehead against hers, grinning mischievously, “Do you now?”
She bit her lip while smiling and nodded.
“Wanna get outta here and go to my place then?”
She went up on her tiptoes, pondering my offer.
“Once condition”
“Name it.”
“You have to kiss me first.”
“Now that, I can do.”
And with that I finally kissed, holding her close and grinning like an absolute idiot.
Several innocent and some not-so-innocent kisses later, she pulled away panting and laughing.
“Come on let’s get out of here.”
I kissed her again.
“You sure?”
She laughed and tried to push me away, both of us stumbling.
“Yes you idiot, let’s get out of this stupid party and do whatever the fuck we want.”
“Fine, fine, fine. But you will be explaining to everyone why we just got up and walked away from the stupid game.”
“Deal! Now let’s goooooo.”
I let her pull me over to my car, this time unashamedly staring at her ass.
*Next morning*
“Hey babe?”
“Yeah Natsu?”
“Why is there a picture of me sleeping with you plastered to every social media site I’m on? Oh and with the caption, “When your boyfriend passes out before you” ?
She laughed and ran over from the bathroom to jump onto my bed.
“You asked me to take care of explaining right? Well there is me explaining everything anyone needs to know.”
“You’re evil you know that?”
“Me? Really?” She fake innocence while failing not to laugh.
“You do realize know both of our families know and will be asking many, many embarrassing questions? Aside from the usual, “Have you two hooked up yet?” shit we always get.” I asked, raising my eyebrows and leaning up on an elbow, the sheets slipping down to reveal my bare chest.
“Who cares? I’ve got you and you’ve got me and together we can handle it all.”
“That was about as fucking cheesy as you could get.”
She laughed and tucked herself under the sheets and into my side.
“Now shut up and hold me. I want to enjoy our time together before we become the newest zoo exhibit.”
I grinned down at her. “Did I mention my shirt looks really good on you this morning?”
She raised an eyebrow, “What are you planning?”
My grin widened, “Just trying to relish in our moments before we become the newest zoo exhibit like you so thoughtfully told me. Only I have a different idea than spooning..”
With that she pulled me down to kiss her as I pulled the covers over our heads and threw our phones across the room ensuring there would be no distractions to pull us away from the little moments we have with each other.
Prompt: Person A lost a bet and have to stand somewhere with a giant “free kiss” hanging around their neck, and they can’t leave before having a single kiss. After a playful banter, person B saves the day. (More like saving person A from a heat stroke.) Bonus if they’re not in a relationship. Bonus 2x if they’re not exactly friends, or they hate each other. Bonus 3x if after the incident they started dating.
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It all started with a bet.
“Let’s make a bet, loser has to go to the school festival next week and do something for the winner. Anything they want, within reason of course.”
How she had gotten herself into this situation was beyond her. Although with the craziness of her best friend it wasn’t really surprising.
The wall dug into her back, the stares of her fellow classmates burned, not going unnoticed. She was pinned between his body and the wall, leaving her no room to flee (if she was being honest she didn’t exactly want to leave the confined space). His minty breath washed over her face, he was close, too close.
Her hands came up in an attempt to shove him off which proved to be a futile attempt, his hands by her head gave him the leverage he needed to loom over her, no matter what fight she put up. She couldn’t focus when he was this close, no matter what front she put up every time he was around.
Mischievous green eyes met deep brown ones, each challenging the other in their own ways.
They had been walking to their next class, arguing. It was no secret to the school that the two could be found arguing at any point in the day. It had become the norm of the two, best friends who couldn’t agree on anything. The world could be burning and those two would be found arguing about something.
But they were also the closest two people anyone had ever met. She had been the new girl freshmen year, the odd one out. He made it his mission to talk to her at least once and the two were joined at the hip, one was never seen without the other.
He had even made it a habit to sneak into her house at random points during the day, daylight or not.
This time the argument had been about a proposed experiment he wanted to pull off. With her.
“You want to make a bet with me about whether or not you can pull off a prank on entire school again? Need I remind you how badly the last one went?”
She gave up on attempting to push him away. Clearly he didn’t know what the term ‘personal space’ meant anymore. She, instead, chose to cross her arms over her chest face burning,, huff, and look up at the pink haired boy she called her best friend.
His green eyes sparkled, a slightly evil glint to them. The look he got whenever his mind was set on doing something in her opinion stupid. If you asked him it was brilliant and down right amazing.
He smirked, head tilted down so he could practically gaze into her entire being (poetic much?).
“Come on Luce, don’t be such a good girl break the rules every once in awhile.”
She rose on her tiptoes, their noses a hair’s width away from touching, arms still crossed.
“What’s in it for me? Why should I even ponder the idea of helping you with this prank?” Her face must’ve resembled a tomato, the stares of her classmates still burning into her, but she ignored them, focusing on the pink haired boy pinning her to a wall.
“Let’s make a bet, loser has to go to the school festival next week and do something for the winner. Anything they want, within reason of course.”
“And the terms of this bet are..?”
He smirked, “If we get caught you win, and if we don’t I win. Loser has to do something for the winner. No questions asked.”
He was baiting her. The sad thing was, it was working. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as she thought about the deal layed out on front of her. The thought of him doing whatever she wanted far outweighed any sort of punishment the school or her father could dish out. After all, no one could control the fiery personality of her best friend.
“So what do ya say Luce? Make a bet with me.”
He leaned closer, faces almost pressed together. What the hell was he doing? Still on her tiptoes, her face resembling that if the cheery red tomatoes the lunch ladies put in the food, she grinned.
“I don’t lose Natsu. You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Hands shook, matching determined grins on each of their faces, she sealed her fate.
And then everything spiraled out of control, to the point where she found herself standing in the middle of the school festival with a “Free Kiss” sign grasped between her hands. The one responsible for her current dilemma, besides her own pride and stupidity, was standing off to the side, a smirk laced across his annoyingly handsome face.
How he managed to rig the school emergency sprinklers to be laced with pink hair dye and actually get away with it, she was baffled. The school was now overpopulated with pissed, temporary pink haired students, one baffled blonde who had some warning and hid where the sprinklers in the gym wouldn’t get her, and the natural pink haired mastermind behind the whole fiasco.
He hadn’t been caught and now Lucy was no under the mercy of her best friend. Again.
“Natsu how much longer do I have to stand here? It’s been three hours already!”
The bane of her existence just shrugged. “Have you been kissed yet Luce?”
“No because you keep sending everyone away!”
Every possible guy or girl who even looked interested had received a heated glare from the said pink haired boy and promptly turned around and walked away. How the hell was she expected to complete this bet if all possible candidates were scared away?
“The one guy was a pervert!” He huffed, hands stuffed in his pockets, head turned away from her.
“That’s besides the point!”
“I’m not just gonna let some pervert kiss ya Luce!”
“And why the hell not? It’s not like you care about that or anything! What’s it to you if some random person kisses me? You’re the one who won the bet and made me do this!” She was pissed, and blushing like a schoolgirl.
“Weirdo, of course I care.You’re my best friend.”
“Then why won’t you let someone kiss me so I can get some water and possibly not get a heat stroke!?” Her head was starting to hurt, she had been standing in the sun for a few hours without any shade or water. According to Natsu she, “couldn’t leave or do anything until she got one planted on her.” Which was proving to be more difficult than she originally thought.
She wasn’t vain or anything but she knew she was attractive. She hadn’t had a boyfriend before, her being the new girl and best friends with the notorious delinquent sorta turned all the guys away. At least that’s what she hoped.
She looked over at him, his face had clouded over, his emotions blazed in his eyes. His eyes snapped to hers, a chill making its way down her spine. She’d never seen him like this before, and it was slightly frightening. She was beginning to feel like prey being stalked.
He started to walk towards her, his steps firm and unrelenting. Just what was he planning?
“Natsu what are–?” The rest of her words were cut off as he neared, grabbed her by the waist, and smashed his mouth to hers.
His lips were rough, his mouth burning. Her eyes slid shut and her hands that had risen to push him off relaxed and gripped the scaled scarf that always hung around his head.
His grip on her waist relaxed, his arms moving to pull her closer. He pulled away, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead on hers, panting slightly. His green eyes bore into hers, softer, with a look of affection border lining love.
“That a good enough reason for you Luce?”
She nodded, looked up and him and grinned.
“You do realize you could’ve done this hours ago and we both could be a lot cooler and not heading towards heat stroke right?”
He threw his head back and laughed. “But where’s the fun in that? Not exactly my style Luce.”
He looked back down at her, still chuckling. “This was way long overdue. What took you so long?”
She gaped at him, “What do you mean me!? You’re the one who never looked at me like a girl!”
“Lucy I sneak into your house at night, half of the time your just coming out of the shower wrapped in nothing but a towel.”
She opened her mouth to respond but snapped it shut again. He looked at her waiting for a response as her mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air.
“Render you spee–” It was his time to be cut off as she dragged his head down to meet hers again.
“You talk too much,” was all she said before their mouths crashed together again. He laughed slightly into her mouth before picking her up and spinning them around.
And to think, it all started with a bet.
“Who’s idea was it”
“Who’s idea was what?”
“The sign Natsu.”
“Happy’s. He heard me talking to Ice Prick about how to finally tell you. Then we came up with the bet and the reward.”
“And me almost passing out from the heat was part of the plan?”
“Luceeeeee I already apologized for that!”
“Luce? Luce? Wait where are you going? Lucy!”
Hope you guys enjoyed! It's kinda shitty but eh it works
A summary will be posted later. THIS DOESN’T RELATE TO ANY FANDOM THIS IS PURE ORIGINAL WORK!
Enjoy! :)
Blood. Everywhere I looked all I could see was that dark red substance. It covered my hands, my gear, my gun, the ground, everywhere. The substance that keeps us alive was strewn across the earth as to nurture it and return it to it’s right place. The grass greedily ate up the fluid as it streamed from the man lying not five feet from me, the wound from his gunshot still bleeding despite the fact he died minutes ago. The woman beside me with a knife protruding from her back, dark blood flowing steadily. My sister, the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with. How had things gone so wrong so quickly?
That’s it for now!! Hopefully it’ll be done in a day or two. Keep you eyes open 👀
