#she sucks so bad they had to leave a mark on her to remind her when shes going off track

[lovelettersfromluna]

Not Strong Enough

Summary: Rule number 1 of being best friends with a vampire. Never let them drink your blood.

an: I HEAR YOU ALL YELLING AT ME IM SORRY!! This took entirely too long to get to you guys, but it’s here now! Better late than never right?? Is this heavily inspired by twilight? Yes. Did I use a BoyGenius song as the title? It’s lesbian smut, obviously. Is Ellie going to be a brooding depressed vampire? Oh hell yeah. I hope you all like this! I’m a slut for anything supernatural so this was obvi very fun for me to write. As always, love you all so so much! Thanks for reading 🤍

Warnings: SMUT!!, MDNI!!, scissoring (if ur mad I’m doing another scissoring fic….idk what to tell you it’s hot), messy kissing, Ellie bites reader (outside of blood sucking), mentions of marking, mentions of bruises, mentions of blood, Ellie is kind of insufferable for a small bit but I promise it gets better, please lmk if I missed anything!

Read part 1 here!!

Ellie knew it was a bad idea from the very beginning.

She knew that she was too weak for you, even outside of sucking your blood. You were too fucking good for her, too much of a dream for Ellie to go and fuck up like she did.

Truth be told, Ellie expected all of it. She expected to get utterly addicted to you, she expected the blurred lines of your relationship to become even more blurred when she began sucking you dry of your life source, she even expected herself to lose control when she was in the act, humping and grinding your soft body like a wild fucking animal as if she had no control over herself.

She expected all of it, every single aspect that came with the territory, she knew was coming.

But the hardest part of it all? Was leaving you completely.

Because she knew the moment she felt herself lose control while she was on top of you that night in your apartment, she knew she needed to leave you. She needed to abandon you and your friendship for the greater good, for your sake.

Ellie knew that she wasn’t good for you, and you weren’t good for her. But that didn’t make the pain of not seeing you any less.

She thought she’d be able to do it at first, but the texts from you only reminded her of how much she loved your company, how obsessed she was with simply being around you.

She wound frown every time her phone went off, a low groan leaving her lips when she lifted it up to look at her screen, only to see it was from you.

Ellieeeeee

Where are you?

Haven’t seen u in the longest :((

Ellie can practically hear your pout in the way you text her. She knows you too well, and she knows that you aren’t handling her sudden disappearance well.

At this point, it’s been about two months since Ellie has seen you last? Maybe three? She stopped keeping count because it was driving her insane. It wasn’t even the blood supply that she missed, Ellie would go hungry ten times over, dying from starvation if it meant she could be around you without feeling she was robbing you of your life, ruining things that you were meant to experience because she was too fucking selfish.

Ellie misses you, and it pains her that she hasn’t been able to have you in so long.

Well…not entirely at least. She knew she’d lose her mind entirely if she couldn’t at least be around you for a few moments, so her usual nighttime visits become a bit more frequent when she decides she can’t be around you anymore. She’s a lot more careful when she does it though, knowing how sensitive you were to her presence. It was almost unbelievable how easily you’d woken up to her in your room in the past. She doesn’t know how she’d explain things if you woke up now, not having seen her in so long. So she’s extra aware of how much noise she makes.

Seeing you sleep is almost enough to keep Ellie’s demons at bay, the ones that screamed for you, yearned for you to be by her side, to have your warm skin pressed against her much colder one.

As per usual, she’s scaling up the brick wall of your apartment building, making her way up to your bedroom like thief in the night. You continue to leave your window open every night, and it breaks Ellie’s heart because she knows you’re doing it for her, most likely hoping she slips into your window as she usually does.

It means Ellie needs to be even more careful than she anticipated.

She doesn’t even dare to sit on your bed, standing in the corner of your room as she watches your chest rise and fall. She doesn’t even breathe, scared that the sound of it will wake you.

And she desperately wants to reach out and let her fingers run along your soft skin, desperate for the feeling that you always brought her when you’re near. It makes her fists balk at her sides as she practically itches to feel you, fighting back any and every thought that she had to touch you, if even for a moment.

But she doesn’t. Instead, he stays with you just before the sun rises. She knows it’s risky, and she knows she shouldn’t do it in the event that you wake up and see her. Even if she’s fast enough to dart out of your room before you can even call her name or turn the lights on, you’re too smart for that. You’d know what was happening before she can even begin to gaslight you into thinking it was simply a dream.

She can’t help herself, not when it comes to you. Seeing you sleep satisfies the burning feeling in her chest, the one that yearns so desperately for you, it’s enough to make her knees weak. It’s almost like you’re capable of evoking the same feelings she had when she was a human, when she was weak and stupid and felt nervous around women. Until you showed up, Ellie hadn’t experienced those feelings in a long time, she’d almost forgotten about them.

You always remind her though.

Like when she’s about to leave you, knowing she’s cutting it too close to the time you’re going to wake up and start your day. Her footsteps are practically silence, even against the old, creaky floorboards of your apartment.

She’s almost out of your window, one leg outside as she plants her foot against the fire escape when she hears it. You began mumbling in your sleep, tossing a bit, clearly bothered by whatever dream you were having. While this should’ve been the clearest sign for Ellie to leave as quickly as possible before your eyes opened a bit to see her, she doesn’t. Instead, she stays sat on your window sill, simply watching as you turn to face her, eyes still closed as you pout in your sleep.

If Ellie had a heart that was still beating, she’s sure it would’ve stopped. Because suddenly your mumbling is just clear enough for her to hear.

“Ellie….” You sigh out softly, barely loud enough for the undead girl to hear, but she does. Regardless of the city waking up below her, or the sound of your ceiling fan creaking about, she hears it. It makes her frown deeply, swallowing back the intense whimper that threatens to escape and echo throughout your room.

She isn’t sure if she’s ever left your room so quickly, the girls eyes going wide as she made the familiar path down the side of your building to your side walk.

Even when she got home that night, the vampire practically breaking the front door down of her apartment to get in, she couldn’t get the sound of your voice uttering her name so sweetly, calling out for her even in the depths of sleep that you were in, tugged so deeply by your dreams, you were still calling out for her.

Ellie knew that night, that she had to stay away from her. For both your sake, and her own.

And she’s right, because you were suffering just as much as Ellie was.

Ellie’s presence was always scarce, and while it bothered you a bit before you learned what she was, it made sense. She was a creature of the night, something that seemingly only existed in storybooks, coming to life and living the strange lifestyle that she did.

But you knew immediately that this was different.

The morning after you saw Ellie last left a bitter taste in your mouth. As you woke up that morning, your neck sore with the bruises of Ellie’s lips on your skin, body far too drained and tired even after a night of a sleep that was just a bit too deep. It was similar to almost all the times Ellie had drank from you the night prior.

So, why did you feel so bad that morning?

You knew that you didn’t owe Ellie anything, that you were the one to suggest this in the first place, so there truly wasn’t any room for you to be upset for reasons unknown. What were you even supposed to say to her? That you had a weird feeling? One that you desperately wanted her to relieve by telling you it was all okay?

As much as you wanted to, you knew things between you and Ellie weren’t like that.

You were her friend. You were just her friend, and as much as you wanted more, you knew deep down that if Ellie truly wanted you that way, she would’ve made you she’s a long time ago.

And maybe that’s what bothers you the most when this little dry spell occurs, because the sudden lack of her presence leaves you entirely too much time to dwell on things, wondering what it was that you did wrong, what you could have possibly said to create this sudden rift between the two of you.

Ellie had always been flirtatious, flashing that pretty smile in your direction that made you weak in the knees, calling you sweet names that made your heart beat faster. She was practically dangling it all right in front of your face, the frequent touches, the late night visits at the foot of your bed, all this time when you have her the benefit of the doubt, chalking it all up to her simply wanting to see you and nothing more than that, suddenly made no sense to you.

With time came confusion, and with confusion came anger, desperate to understand why she left you, what you had done to possibly make her so scarce so suddenly. And once the third month had hit without seeing Ellie, you were furious, feeling as though you had one choice and one choice only.

To find Ellie, and get the answers from her yourself.

You don’t go to Ellie’s apartment, not usually at least.

Ellie always told you she liked hanging out at your place, going on and on about how warm and cozy it was being there. She’d never admit it to you because she didn’t want you to think she was a freak, but being in a place that smelled so heavily like you made her brain go absolutely insane.

You’ve been there maybe a handful of times, sometimes heading to her place after a night out, or even stopping by whenever you were in the neighborhood. Bottom line was, your apartment was the designated hang out spot for you and Ellie.

Regardless though, you remember how to get there like it’s written on the back of your hand. You thought about Ellie’s apartment a lot, loving how much the space reflected her. You always wished you had the chance to stay there more often.

You can’t think about that though, not now. Not when you’re storming down the expensive halls of her complex down to her door, and landing a heavy fist on the door. All you can truly care about now, is seeing Ellie and demanding an explanation for her sudden disappearance.

And it’s all so unlike you, so out of your character. If it was anyone else, you’d let it go, giving yourself a few days to sulk before forgetting about it all together and simply moving on. Maybe it’s because it’s Ellie, and maybe it’s because you feel a tad bit used after being her personal buffet for the last few times you’d been around her, just for her to up and leave.

It’s most definitely that. You just don’t want to admit it in fears of sounding selfish.

You land another firm knock on her door when she doesn’t answer in time, feeling yourself grow angrier as the moments pass.

Soon, she’s finally opening the door. The image of her nearly takes your breath away.

Because Ellie always looks beautiful, perhaps it’s the fact that you haven’t seen her in some time, but she looks fucking ethereal standing before you. So tall, so confident, her eyes so fucking dark, piercing through your very soul as she stares down at you. Her lips look like rubies compared to her cold, pale skin, so plump and kissable.

All you can think about is the way they felt pressed against your throat, and it makes you lift your hand to press against the two small circular scars on your neck.

Ellie frowns deeply as she eyes you, eyebrows furrowed and expression virtually unreadable.

“What are you doing here” she mumbles out, shifting on her feet awkwardly. Her question alone sets the fire off in your chest again, making you seethe as you take a deep inhale before responding.

“Are you kidding me Ellie?” You practically spit out, staring up at the girl in disbelief.

She lets out a soft sigh, her tattooed hand coming up to rub her face roughly before it moves up to rub through her hair.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” she manages before she tries shutting her door in your face. “You can’t be here” she mumbles out softly, the girl fully expecting to be able to shut the door.

You however, have other plans.

You’re quick to press your hand against the door, stopping her from closing it before you practically force yourself between it. Ellie’s eyes widen a bit at this, not used to seeing you so forward.

Soon, you’re pushing yourself into her apartment, your palm pressing against your forehead as you began pacing back and forth Ellie’s lavish apartment.

“I don’t…I don’t understand you Ellie. Is it something I said? Did I do something? If so please enlighten me I beg you” you blurt out, all of the words fumbling out of your mouth in one breath.

Ellie frowns deeply as she watches you pace back and forth her apartment, her eyebrows furrowed. She can truly see the damaged shes caused when she sees you like this, because it was much easier to watch you when you slept, so peaceful and unaware of the troubles that came with her absence. She knew you were going to blame yourself, and as much as she knew she couldn’t allow you to do that to yourself, she knew staying away was even more important.

Seeing you like this was possibly the hardest thing Ellie had to ever endure.

You don’t stop there, taking advantage of the lack of a response from Ellie to continue ranting.

“Is it because of the blood thing? If so I’m sorry. I am so fucking sorry for simply caring enough to make sure you didn’t die from starvation or whatever it is that happens to you when you don’t eat. I’m sorry for making sure that you were okay, if that was so wrong please tell me…” your words trail off as you let out an exasperated sigh, your feelings and emotions becoming far too much as you practically sob out to her.

But then you’re pausing, your chest rising and falling quickly as you struggle to catch your breath. Ellie isn’t entirely sure why you’ve suddenly stopped, your back towards her as you stand there, doing god knows what.

When you finally turn around, your eyes are red and your cheeks are wet with tears.

“Were you just….using me? As your personal fucking blood bag?” Your words are shaky as you hold back another sob, your fists balled down at your sides.

Ellie freezes when you say this, because this is exactly what she was fucking afraid of.

It was a common theme throughout…her people. Vampires were notoriously alluring, seducing countless innocent and clueless victims into being their personal meal. The humans were almost always oblivious to what was being done to them, vampires often times using this to their advantage to keep them under their spell for as long as possible. It would most commonly been done in a way that made the humans believe the vampires loved them, dangling them by a thread as they promised them a life of eternity together, to live in immortality, side by side until the end of times. It almost never ended that way though, the vampires would suck and suck and suck until one day they went a bit too far, and their obedient human keeled over and died.

Ellie never wanted things to be that way with you.

She never even wanted you to think it was that way. She wanted you to understand that this was entirely up to you, and it could stop whenever you wanted it to. It’s why she constantly voiced to you that this was still a factor right before she fed off of you. Ellie would rather die than use you for a source of food, because truthfully you were far too good for that, too fucking pure to be used as something as low as a food source.

So when the words leave your lips, Ellie sees red.

Shes in front of you in less than a second, towering over you and staring down into your tear soaked eyes. Her nostrils are flared as she tries to hold back from tearing down her entire apartment complex around the both of you.

“You can’t possibly be stupid enough to think I’d ever use you for something so low..” her voice is low, and there’s a gravel in it that makes your core tighten and your chest bloom with something you can’t quite place, a feeling that can only be shelved in your mind right next to where Ellie takes place.

You don’t hack one, hot tears continuing to spill from your eyes as you stare at her with furrowed eyebrows.

“It makes sense….get your fix and then leave me like I’m nothing…this was probably your plan all along” you grit out.

Ellie licks her lips, knowing that you’re hurting just as much as she is, and your words are simply coming from a place of confusion, desperate to understand why she did what she did to you, why she left without a trace.

She leans in, her face a mere inches from yours. You can smell her minty breath wafting onto your face, and it’s bizarre because even that has a slight chill to it. It makes your cheeks cold, and it makes you want to reach out and warm her up.

“I would rather die a million deaths before using you for that…you and I both know this” she seethes out.

And it makes you whimper, because Ellie’s always been so fucking intense, so poetic. It makes your insides flip upside down, and your eyebrows knit together as you struggle to hold back a whimper.

Your features soften as you continue to cry in front of her. “Then why did you leave me…” you whisper out to the girl.

It breaks her heart how desperate you are for this. Not even for her, but simply for answers. All you want is to understand why she left, what you did to make her abruptly disappear without a single word.

Ellie’s eyes flutter shut for a moment, her pink tongue darting out to lick her plush lips before she finally speaks.

“I’ve never…been so weak for someone…in my entire life” she breaths out.

It surely isn’t what you’re expecting her to say. You think she’s going to say she’s gotten enough of you, or she just couldn’t handle having someone like you around. Hell, you were even beginning to think she was trying to cover up all her roots here and start somewhere else.

“I always have been…from the moment I fucking laid eyes on you, I knew you weren’t good for me…you’re too good for me” she continues, her eyes fluttering open as she finally stares down into yours. You can finally look into yours as you blink away the tears that are pooling in your eyes and blurring your vision, and it allows you to see the pain in her eyes, just how much she’d been struggling with all of this.

“It isn’t even your blood…it made it worse, yes…but just being around you is like…it’s like a fucking drug to me. You give me this feeling that I can’t…I can’t even begin to describe how fucking euphoric you make me feel” each of her words sounds like a plea, a plea for you to let her go, to unhand her from the death grip you have on her.

“And suddenly I’m always in your apartment, and you’re offering yourself to me and it’s like a dream come true and I feel like a fucking monster when I’m on top of you, sucking you dry of your fucking blood” it’s her turn to start pacing, running her hands through her hair as she settles one of her hands on her hip, she moves slower than you were, simply voicing the struggles she’s seemed to have with you from the moment you met.

She finally turns towards you, and she’s slowing make her way to where you’ve been standing this entire time. When she’s right back where she was, stood right in front of you, she takes your hand into hers ever so gently. It’s enough to make you flinch, how cold she is in contrast to your hot skin. She sighs, bringing your hand up to cradle her cheek, and her eyes flutter shut, nearly rolling back as she presses a soft kiss to your palm.

“I’m not strong enough for you…I don’t think I ever will be” she finally admits, and it’s like she’s not only admitting it to you, but to herself as well.

You hold back a whine as she kisses your palm, her lips so soft, so gentle with you.

“Then…then don’t be…why can’t you just let things happen” you sigh out as you stare up at her, in awe as the girl leaned into your touch as if it were her life line.

You aren’t even entirely sure what you’re asking her for, what this so called ‘thing’ is that she won’t let happen. Is it the feeding you’re alluding to? An act of true platonic kindness? Or are you asking for more, are you begging for something that Ellie has deprived you both of for the sake of the greater good?

Both you and Ellie have these same questions running through your minds.

She chuckles dryly against your skin, shaking her head as her hand gives your wrists a gentle squeeze.

“You aren’t even sure what it is you’re asking for…not from someone like me” she admits, eyes opening as she finally looks down at you again.

“I can’t…give you the things you deserve. I’m not capable of being the perfect person for you, not when I am what I am” her words are like venom on her tongue, the girl utterly disgusted with the monster that she became against her own will, the hell that she was forced to live over and over again with no foreseeable end.

“The only thing I can do, is take from you…I take and take and take….” Her words trail off, a soft frown on her lips before she finally looks at you once again.

“Until I’ve taken everything that you have…and there is no more of you to offer” she whispers out, as if the mere thought of a world without you pains her so much to say, she barely wants to say it.

You lick your lips, your eyes searching hers before you quickly shake your head.

“Do you want me? The same way that I want you?” You question carefully, fearful of what it is that she might say, worried that you’d been reading things entirely wrong, even after Ellie basically confessed how utterly obsessed she is with you.

She smirks softly, humming lowly as she gently brings your hand down to her lips, pressing another gentle kiss to it.

“It’s like I’ve waited my entire life for you, baby….saying that I want you would be an understatement” she chuckles out softly.

And you aren’t entirely sure how it even gets to this point, because you marched over to Ellie’s apartment with a purpose, that purpose being to yell at her and get the answers you deserved. But suddenly you’re standing in front of her, and your heart is exploding with so many different emotions and feelings, all of them for Ellie, and she’s just confessed to you that she wants you like you want her.

And you have no choice, but to kiss her.

It catches Ellie off guard, a soft whine leaving her lips as accepts your lips with gratitude, her arms moving down to drape along your waist as she pulls you closer.

It’s everything she’s ever dreamt it would be. Your lips soft and sweet against her own, your skin so warm and inviting, making her drink you up, fueling her with the warmth she’s lacked since the day she died. But despite how good it feels, she knows this is wrong, and it goes against everything she said she’d do for your sake.

Ellie breaks way first, watching as you struggle to catch your breath from the intense kiss. She’s quick to stop you from leaning in again, her hand cupping your face as she stares into your eyes.

“Angel…we can’t…I told you, I’m no good for you” she sighs out, the words paining her to even say.

You give her a soft pout, your arms wrapping around her shoulders loosely as you press your warm body against hers.

“I trust you Ellie….I know that you’d never hurt me” you sigh out softly as you stare into her eyes, your hand coming up to tuck a strand of her soft hair behind her ear.

“We don’t have to do the blood thing…but I just…can’t we just give us a try?” Your eyes are wide as you speak, eager to feel Ellie’s lips against yours again, even if for a moment. You don’t even take into consideration that she could say no, that she could turn you around and throw you out of her apartment without another word, doubling down on what she said she’d do with you.

But as Ellie said before, she’s just too fucking weak for you.

And hearing you ask for it, ask for her, it has her stomach in knots, and she feels like no matter what it is you ask her, she couldn’t possibly say no to you.

“What are you doing to me…” she sighs softly before she leans in to kiss you again, reciprocating the passion and heat that you gave her mere moments ago. You whine against her, your hands sliding back to tug at her hair, keeping her close as your lips moves against hers, your warm tongue sliding against hers.

“Missed you so much…” you sigh against her, and it makes Ellie groan softly as she nods, hands sliding down to grip your waist as she walks you back towards her bedroom, lips never leaving yours.

“Missed you more than anything, angel” she mumbles against your lips as she presses her palm against her bedroom door behind you, pushing it open and leading you further inside.

Ellie’s bedroom smells like her. It’s dark, and cold but oh so comforting. You practically sigh against her lips when you feel her laying your body down against her black silk sheets, the expensive material like butter on your skin. It makes your senses go in overdrive, Ellie’s hands caressing your skin, roaming around your body as her tongue rubs against yours in a dirty, passionate kiss.

“Don’t know how long I’ve waited to have you like this…” she sighs softly, her lips breaking away from yours to kiss along your jaw, down to your throat. You don’t miss the way Ellie kisses the now faded marks of her teeth on your neck, licking the skin softly before she sucks into it, sure to leave dark marks in the morning.

“Missed marking you up baby….” She hums against you, drinking in the sweet moans that leave your mouth, the sound alone like music to her ears.

Your mind is fuzzy, almost blank besides the thoughts of Ellie that stood in the forefront of your brain. It was like she was filling you up entirely, making you almost overwhelmed with her. Her scent, her cold skin, her soft hands, all of it was almost too much, a combination of sensory overload that kissed your skin so deliciously.

Soon she’s kissing down your body, practically worshiping her as her lips work on your soft skin. Her hands are pushing up your t-shirt, kissing your stomach and your ribcage until she’s tugging you up a bit to skillfully slip your shirt over your head. You’re bare before her, her lips matching onto your pebbled nipples as her tattooed hands work on your soft shorts, tugging them down your legs.

You don’t miss the way her tongue swirls around your nipple before letting go with a pop, lips moving up to nip at your collar bone with her flat teeth. Hard enough to leave a mark, but gentle enough to not break skin.

You giggle softly, bending your legs back to help as she tugs your shorts and panties off. She’s slotting herself between your legs, humming softly as she gives you a smirk.

“Something funny baby?” She questions before leaning in to press another kiss to the corner of your lips. You nod, a dreamy smile on your lips as you bring your hand down to tug at the hem of Ellie’s t-shirt.

“Seems like old habits never die, that’s all….need this off” you huff out softly, fingers fumbling between the hem of her t shirt and the waistband of her sweats.

Ellie chuckles at how eager you are before she nods, pulling back to tug her shirt off before she rolls over a bit to pull off her sweats and underwear as well before she makes her way back between your legs, towering over you as she crawls into you like a predator would its prey.

And it leaves your pussy soaking wet, because it’s better than you could’ve ever imagined. Ellie’s tits are pebbled similarly to yours, tattoos littering her pretty skin, muscles so beautiful they could make your mouth fucking water.

You’d always seen Ellie for the beauty she possessed…but this? This was so much more different.

It made your head fucking spin.

You whined softly as you practically tug her into her by her shoulders, moaning softly at the feeling of her boobs squishing against yours as your mouth attacks her in a needy kiss.

“Want you…” you sigh softly against her as your hand slides down between the both of you, cupping her pussy. You feel Ellie suck in a sharp breath at the feeling of your warm fingers against her sopping wet core, and she gives you an eager nod before rolling over, her strong hands gripping your thighs and taking you with her as she forces you to straddle her.

Being on top of Ellie is just as good as being under her, almost better in all honesty. The lighting in her bedroom is dim, but you can just make out her features with the moonlight that spills in through her big windows, and the moody lights she has set up along her walls. You don’t even realize it because you’re too busy gawking at her, but she lifts her leg up a bit and easily slots you down so that your pussy is right against hers, the feeling making you moan softly.

“You’re so pretty Ellie…” you practically sigh out. It makes Ellie moan softly, and she swears the sound of you calling her pretty is enough to bring her back to life, reversing the effects of her undead state.

“Fuck…can’t say those things to me baby…you’re gonna…Jesus..ruin me” she struggles to get out as she grips your hips, forcing you to roll your hips so that your clit and her clit bumps against each other.

Your eyes flutter shut when you feel it. It’s so fucking wet, and soft, and it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Sure you’d done it with other girls before, but this just feels…it almost feels like….

“Like you were fucking made for me princess” Ellie grits out, her teeth caging her words in as she fucks you down onto her pussy, practically using you for both hers and your pleasure.

You’re too far gone to pick up on it, too indulged in the feeling of Ellie’s strong hands gripping your thighs so deliciously, sure to leave marks in their shape when you both wake up in the morning.

Your back is arching almost painfully, your hand gripping her thigh as you find the rhythm Ellie has set for you, finding the perfect spot and keeping it there as you drive both you and her to your orgasms.

“I’m…Ellie you feel so good…you’re gonna make me cum” you squeak out, eyebrows furrowed as you finally look down at the girl beneath you, only to find that she’s just as much of a mess as you are. Her hair is messy and her lips look so pouty and kissable. It’s hard to make out, but her fanged teeth are pressing into her lips, and you’re sure it’s the sexiest thing you’ve seen in your entire life.

She gives you an encouraging nod, one of her hands coming to your ass and kneading it harshly before giving it a firm spank, the sinful noise echoing off the walls of her pristine bedroom.

“I know baby…I know…come on, want you to cum with me…that’s it…that’s my good girl” her praises make your chest burn, and it leaves knots in your stomach. It only drives you further, your hips moving faster as they roll against Ellie’s, desperately chasing both hers and your orgasm.

“Ellie…Ellie I’m…I’m gonna-“ you cry out, back arching as you grip her thighs quickly, feeling your own shake as your orgasm begins washing over you.

Ellie catches it right before it happens, the girl quickly sitting up and wrapping her arms around your body, pressing your chest against hers as she pulls you down to kiss her passionately, her own orgasm washing over her like a fucking train.

Your bodies are so in tune, so in sync that your moans almost mix to create a symphony that can only be described as love, total and unconditional love as her arms keep you close, as if stopping you from running away from her, from the feeling she gives you. Her lips are working against yours as you breath hard, struggling to catch your breath in the sloppy kiss.

You’re a whining mess, your poor pussy far too sensitive to deal with the amount of pleasure that Ellie brought to you, all of it washing over you like an intense sea of euphoria, nearly drowning you as you held onto the girl with weak hands.

She knows you’re weak, because she’s pulling you down to rest your warm body against her cool sheets, all while keeping her cool body pressed against yours to bring you back down to earth with her.

“That’s it baby…I know….did so good for me…” she sighs softly as she leaves gentle kisses against your cheeks and eyes, watching as the aftermath of your orgasm slowly pulls you to the depths of sleep, all of it too much on your body.

“My beautiful girl…my girl…my girl…” she hums out, almost like a song as she watches you cling to her in your sleep, soft hums and huffs leaving your lips, all of which makes Ellie smile adoringly at you as she holds you while you sleep.

And even while you’re settling into one of the deepest sleeps you’ve ever experienced, you don’t miss the soft kisses against your lips and cheeks, all paired with the constant, non stop praises from Ellie.

You especially don’t miss the way she leans in settles against the pillow next to you, mumbling the softest, sweetest words to you as her hands caressing your naked body.

“I love you, pretty girl..”

#ellie williams smut #ellie williams #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie tlou #ellie williams x female reader #ellie x y/n #ellie the last of us #ellie x you

[elsblunt]

because i believe in tribbing supremacy what if ellie asked you 2.. bounce on her clit?? cause like. ellie asking me to bounce on her strap? hot. but grinding rough enough and correctly enough to make it seem like ur bouncing on her clit?? nggh... would get so pussydrunk and sloppy with her words, eyes rolling back to read the entire savage starlight series stamped in the back of her head.

oh my god ur literally too good???? im not the best at visualizing so shoot me if i write this wrong.

ellie’s back fell against the mattress, auburn hair sprawling out over the pillow. she had been needy all day. hands everywhere, the inside of ur thigh, ur hip, the small of ur back. her lips also everywhere, ur neck, cheeks, lips, shoulders, head. u could tell she wanted it, and she wanted it bad.

”touchin’ me in front of all those people…? god, ellie… so fucking needy.” u dip ur head down and suck on her neck, a gasp emerging from her throat. biting and licking the soft skin, moving ur mouth lower on her body, teeth catching her tits.

that was her sensitive spot, those soft perky tits. ur teeth latched on to the nipple, swirling ur tongue around the pink skin, hand kneading the other breast. ellie biting back a moan of pleasure. “oh, fuck..” u left a mark on her tit before moving to the next one, making sure to leave another small mark, just to remind her in the morning.

u lifted back up ur face, peeling off her boxers with ur manicured nails, the ones she paid for of course. a string of arousal stuck to the fabric, a proud smile growing on ur lips. then u slipped off the tiny black laced thong from ur legs, the amount of fabric was small, close to being a thread.

ellie’s breath hitches when u put ur hands behind ur back, fiddling with the clasp of ur bra before it releases, a tiny sigh falling from ur lips when u throw the bra somewhere in the room. her hands instantly fly up to ur tits, kneading and sucking on them when she sits up, softly moaning. “s-sooooo fuckin’ hot..” she slurs with her words before falling back onto the mattress, fingertips grazing ur waist.

then u shift slightly, feeling ur pussy graze against her clit. sure, she loved when u bounced on her strap and the harness grazed against her, or when u guys rubbed clits yk, but this felt so good. and u looked so fucking good.

“b-bounce on it….?”

u furrowed ur brows at ur girlfriend, not truly understanding what she wanted. she sounded unsure herself. “what’s that, ellie?” a questioning smile formed on ur lips as u tilted ur head.

“ple-please, baby— nghh… bounce on m-my clit, please…” ellie pouted, feeling slightly embarrassed by her question. u grinned, rolling ur hips on her skin softly. “like that?”

ellie’s green eyes were dark and full of lust, back arching ever so slightly and small groans bubbling from her throat when u grind and bounce ur wetness on her clit. “ohmy— fuck yes, ju-jus like that.”

u chuckled and continued to grind down on her, the girls back arching and eyes rolling to the back of her head, broken moans and whimpers slipping from her lips. “sh-shit bab…… sooo fuhckin’ goo…d!” u started to feel the sensation from this too, now bouncing slightly on her clit while roughly rubbing urself onto her.

it pulled on her clit perfectly, she was babbling some random words u couldn’t even make out. she pictured u jumping on her dick, tits bouncing with ur head thrown back while u moaned.

”fuhhhhck! god da-damn, shiiiii….” ellie was embarrassed on how close she was, knot building up in her stomach just from this little action. she guided ur movements by grabbing ur hips and making u grind deeply on her, bouncing u aggressively on her clit. “fuck, ellie!” u whimpered from the unexpected guidance.

she bit down on her lip, eyes rolling to the back of her head, she could probably see all those fucking dad jokes back there. ellie’s body trembled slightly as her back arched. “shitshitshit! didn—didn’t expect it to feel this fuhckin’ goo-good…! oh my goddddd.. keep goin’ pleasepleaseplease..” u never planned on stopping. ellie’s whimpers and pornographic like moans making u even more eager.

u realized the familiar twitching and trembling in her body. “gon’ cum, els?” u moan breathlessly, continuing to bounce and grind on her pussy when one of her hands leave ur hips and grip onto the sheets beneath her. “yesyesyes! gonna—gh!”

“cmon, cum with me baby, fuck!” u yell out, head falling back. “i’m-shiiiittttt…. cu— fuhckin’ —cummin’! sogoodohmygo-!”

ur girlfriends green eyes roll back to her head, back arching off the bed as her lower stomach and clit twitches with pleasure as she babbles and lets out broken cries. did it even feel that good? or was she just so drunk on ur pussy that it made the sensation 20x better. u came just at the same time, ur own cum dripping down onto her folds.

“my god ellie…” u breathlessly speak, watching her come down from her orgasm, back falling against the sheets, hand covering her face as she breathes heavily.

“i have the best ideas, huh?”

this was rushed and u can tell but i tried!!💋💋

#🎀 ⋆·˚ ༘ * #𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬. #𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬. #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #tlou2 #ellie williams #ellie tlou2 #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams headcanons

[anothertimdrakestan]

Pinky Promise - Damian Wayne x Reader !Soulmate AU

~ where your birthmark is where you'll first touch your soulmate ~

A pinky finger is an odd place to have a soulmate mark. Most people had full hands, a set of lips marked on their cheek, or a hand print on their hip. Yet yours was just the length of your left hand pinky finger.

No matter, you'd had the habit of locking pinky's with people since you were born. Call it natural habit or a desperation to link fingers with your soulmate, it was your thing.

So when you started your internship at the Bludhaven Police Department Sheriff's office and got finger printed you didn't think anything of it when officer Grayson paused on your last finger.

"This your soulmate mark?" he gestured to your pinky, which was darker than the rest of your skin colour.

"Funny right! Just the pinky. Most people have normal ones! Where's yours? Wait. Is it on your lips?" you glanced up at the officer with a grin as he flushed.

"We all meet our soulmates in strange ways." he mumbled with a smile.

"Truth or dare? Or Suck and Blow? It had to be a party game right?" you leaned in as Officer Grayson pressed your pinky into ink.

"It was more of a greeting, she's not from around here so it was her way of saying hello." he stated, eyes twinkling with a familiar joy. God you wanted that. He continued, "I'll tell you, I know a kid with a pinky mark too. Cant remember which hand though. I'll bring him in soon, though neither of you seem like each other's type." you noticed his brows furrowed thinking about the "kid" he mentioned.

"Bring him in like, a bad guy? Not sure that's my type! I'm just here to learn about forensics!" you giggled. The officer just shook his head and told you to go start reviewing the steps to finger print collection and storage. Sounded super fun and interesting (not).

Turns out there's a lot to learn about crime forensics. By the end of the day you had a backpack full of materials to study on your transit ride back to Gotham. Hiking up fire escapes to the top of your apartment building, you decided to study via the lights from the top of your building. Nothing like the haze of Gotham to comfort you through pages of reading.

"Glad to see you're back." A familiar voice chided from your side.

"C'mon, you're excited to see me!" you grinned into the darkness, willing the shadowy figure to come forward. Like usual, he did.

"Good to see you, Robin." you waved with a teasing smile as he visibly shook his head.

"Can't say the same Y/N. I had more peaceful nights when you weren't here. What's got you up late this time?" he grumbled, keeping his distance as you held up your bunches of papers exclaiming "studying! Always studying."

"And you can't do that from the safety of your apartment?" he questioned. You shook your head no in response. "Need I remind you of the multiple times I've had to throw people off this balcony for you?" he yawned, gesturing to the ledge of the rooftop.

"Aren't I so lucky you're protecting me!" you teased. He wasn't wrong, sketchy people had on more than one occasion lurked on top the Gotham's tallest buildings, but you enjoyed the view and trusted Robin far too much to change your place of comfort.

"Protecting Gotham." he retorted, moving towards the rooftop to jump towards a night full of crime fighting. You never tried to stop him from leaving, you still thought it was insane that he even paused to talk to you, so you just waved and watched as he launched into darkness. Curling back up with your notes you appreciated the blanket of safety his presence had placed on you.

~

"Damian I'm telling you she has the mark on her pinky!" Dick screeched, chasing after Damian who was not willing to hear anything he had to say. "What do I care Grayson? I don't want a soulmate, I'm busy," he retorted, cascading through the batcave to get away from Dick's prying eyes.

"Just let me see! I wanna know!" Dick cried but Damian had already slammed his door closed.

"Word on the street is Dames found a rooftop girl. You didn't hear it from me though." Tim called from the adjacent room. The two were usually stuck on patrol together so it did make sense. But Dick still couldn't believe it.

"Which goddamn rooftop." Dick's voice was a low hum, the determination dripping from his tongue. He had a theory.

~

"Morning Officer Grayson!" you called down the hallways of the BPD office. You'd finally gotten a full night of sleep last night because you had finished studying a couple days ago, free from the piles of work. Your morning glee quickly dissipated when you were promptly handed a stack of papers and binders.

"You're doing great work, so we're moving you up to sample analysis. Lots of reading for ya!" the officer sounded congratulatory as he handed you the piles of paperwork. You couldn't deny, this was what you wanted, but it was definitely more work than you could do in one day. Needless to say, you hoped you'd get to see a familiar bird brain that night.

~

Cozying up on the rooftop you were so deep into the inner-workings of a microscope you hardly noticed the shadowy figure that had appeared across from you.

"Studying again are we?" Robin's snarky voice made you jump, eyes snapping to his face. "Tons of work! Calls for an all nighter, what about you?" you simply replied.

"Patrol." His response was curt but you wanted more this time.

"What after? Tell me- what does a hero do in his free time?" you leaned in with a teasing smile. To your surprise Robin leaned back against the railing and responded "I like to draw." Giving you more of a key into him than you'd ever gotten.

"I'm a terrible artist but I bet you're amazing! Keen eyes and steady hands always make for good art. You should show me sometime! If you want!" you rambled with a grin. You figured it would be an automatic no, but the corner of his mouth twitched up, almost like a smile as he said, "maybe I will." Something blossomed in your chest.

"Well, you're always welcome here! Like, all night. It's brutal." you joked, gesturing at the piles of papers in your lap.

"I may just take you up on that, my brother has been overwhelmingly obnoxious at home. Have a good night." Robin muttered as he left over the rooftop railing once again. You smiled to yourself, he likes to draw and he has a brother? Fascinating.

You were practically asleep in your notes when you felt something bump into your chest. A surprisingly elegant paper airplane. From the shadows you could see Robin sitting across from you, back against the rooftop railing, a notepad and pencil in his arms as he starred up at you.

"What? You were practically snoring." he said matter-of-factly.

"For the record, I do not snore. Also, how'd you make this? It's beautiful!" you exclaimed, delicately holding up the paper airplane to appreciate the little curves of the thick paper.

"I was into origami for a while. It's almost mathematical, very satisfying." his reply was short again, seemingly focused on the sketching at hand. So you fell into silence with him, focusing up on your note taking.

You didn't exactly notice the sun starting to rise. It was hard to see in Gotham, smog and all, but the inkling of light from the hazy sky gave you a clearer picture of the boy wonder then you'd ever gotten.

It felt strange but he was gorgeous. Silky black hair tousled from running his hands through it in between pencil scratches, when he was focused he bit the inside of his cheek, eyebrows knit into determination. You appreciated the reds and yellows of his costume, noting the various weapons hitched across his body. But the rest was hidden. Whether behind his domino mask, his suit, or his silence.

"It's rude to stare at a working artist" he grumbled, chin tilting up to show that his eyes were meeting yours.

"You've never stayed this long." you replied breathlessly. Squirming in your chair, knowing that you couldn't get any closer without him running off.

"Your presence isn't, unbearable, for what it's worth." his voice was so low but you could hear the sincerity in his voice. "Same to you." you whispered back, letting your tired eyes drift back to your notes which were pretty much done. It was an all nighter after all.

It felt like a few minutes but the billowing light from the rising sun told you it had been longer, and your head was severely drooping into your lap. "Y/n, you need sleep. Go to bed," his voice was warm but stern, enough to get you to lazily collect your papers and stand up with a yawn.

"Well! Thanks for hanging with me!" deliriously you held out your fist, Robin tilted his head to the side in confusion. You chuckled, "it's a fist bump dumbass." And to your surprise he closed the distance between the two of you, and slowly touched his knuckled to yours. His gloves were cold but you were focused on the fact that you were just inches from the boy wonder.

But a few seconds was all you got to realize how much taller he was than you before he melted back into the shadows. You stood stunned for a moment before stumbling back to your apartment, desperate for sleep.

~

"You look like hell kid" Officer Grayson greeted you with a questioning look as you waved him off of you. "Your fault for giving me hours of reading buddy." He grinned glancing down at the now filled notebook you'd brought to work. "You actually look dead kid, on lunch break we'll grab coffee," you rolled your eyes at his promise but knew you needed the caffeine.

Getting to know Officer Grayson, Dick, was surprisingly rewarding. He had years of experience and hundreds of stories that had you folded over from laughter. But there was something you were begging to learn more about, someone rather.

"Have you worked with Robin much?" your question broke the calm silence. Dick's eyes shone with some sort of pride, "I have, yeah. Good kid. Cold as hell but a damn good hero." and you nodded in reply, although cold wasn't exactly the way you'd describe Robin.

Dick's eyes lit up at something behind you, he shot up out of his cafe chair and said "look what the cat dragged! Glad to see you lil bro!" A loud enough exclamation that you turned around and locked eyes with a boy with jet black hair and piercing green eyes. The boy stood stunned at the door, starring at you and Dick before slowly approaching, eyes trained to yours before Dick pulled him into a hug. Immediately, he pushed himself out of Dick's embrace with a scowl, you couldn't help but grin at the reaction.

"Y/N meet Damian, Dames this is Y/N she's an intern at the office! Damian has classes over here so I figured we'd catch him during our break!" Dick babbled as he forcefully guided Damian into the seat next to him. Damian looked almost stunned, eyes flicking between you and his brother.

You broke Dick's rambling saying "Hi! You're a student too?" and he nodded slowly, glancing between you and Dick. "Studying what?" you tried to guide the conversation but he interrupted:

"You live in the area?"

"Nope, Gotham."

"Oh, me too." was all Damian muttered before his name was called, and he shot up, mumbling a "nice to meet you" and giving Dick another glare. Dick just grinned in response and the two of you soon headed back to the office.

~

"You had no right to do that!" Damian's roar was echoing in the cave that night. He'd just finished throwing almost everything on his person at Dick who was still uncontrollably laughing.

"C'mon Dames, were you just gonna visit your soulmate every once and a while on a rooftop for the rest of your life? Make a move lil bro. You're Bruce's kid you've got to have some game!" Dick teased back before a stray batarang was lobbed towards him.

"I've got it handled." Damian retorted angrily.

"Fine. fine. But blame Tim cuz he's the one who snitched on the rooftop hookups." Dick cooed before ducking out of the room to avoid further assault. Another screech filled the cave.

~

A few nights later, you were perched on the rooftop once again. This time you didn't have nearly enough work, but were hoping a certain distraction would stick around this time.

And he did.

"Hey" his voice was soft, and your head rose from your book to smile into the shadows.

"Hi! Whatcha got?" you noticed the silhouette was holding something.

"Come see." you could hear his chest rumbling. You felt like you were floating towards the thick railing of the rooftop.

And there he was again. Holding a sketchpad.

"You brought drawings!" you cooed, grinning as he inched closer, leather gloves flipping pages as you drank in the beautiful sketches, watercolours, and poems that filled the pages.

"What do you think?" he whispered, you swore warmth was vibrating off of him, just a few inches away from each other.

"They're beautiful" you quietly replied. He flipped another page, and it was a pencil sketch of you half asleep in your studies, on the rooftop. "From the other night!" you giggled, delicately tracing the sketch with your pinky. Robin drew a sharp breath, loud enough that your eyes were drawn up to his domino mask.

"I've got one more sketch to show you. But, I fear you won't like it." his head dropped slightly, his gloved hand toying with the bottom of the paper, as if debating whether or not to flip it.

"I'll be okay! Promise." you nudged his shoulder, holding up your pinky, a true promise, and a dangerous solution to the question making you dizzy standing next to him.

He shook his head, "look first, promise after" to which you nodded, dropping your hand and eyes to the paper.

As the page turned, you couldn't help but gasp. On the last page of the sketchbook, in the most intricate detail, were two hands. Pinky's locked.

"Take your glove off." you shot your gaze back to the hero.

"Wait." he took a step back.

You took one forward, reaching for the glove yourself.

Back again. "Y/N, wait." you froze at your name on his tongue.

"You and I both know what's under my glove, but I'm giving you an out. I've sat here for months thinking about doing this, wanting to do this. But, you deserve someone who doesn't throw their life away, who can be there for you, someone who isn't... isn't me" he gestured to his outfit, stocked with weapons.

"Who can be there for me? You've protected me more than anyone else in my life. Someone who deserves me? I'm not a trophy, I'm, I'm your soulmate."

"I know, but-" he began but you weren't finished:

"All I deserve, is someone who can love me. Can you do that?" you closed the distance, and he didn't back away.

"It's all I've ever done." he whispered. Delicately, you reached for his hand. He let you draw it from his side, holding desperately still as you peeled the glove from his left hand. And there, in the same pattern as yours, stood his mark.

"You promise?" you gave a small smile, holding up your pinky for the final time.

"Always." he closed the distance, locking your hands together as a warmth like you'd never felt spread through your hand, dancing up your arm, and bursting in your chest.

"Oh my god do you feel that?" you asked breathlessly, your right hand touching your chest.

He nodded, letting your hands drop as his right hand tilted your chin up, your eyes once again meeting a mask.

"I never thought I'd ever do this" his voice was soft, drinking in your closeness to him.

"I would've found you" you said with a grin, you had always had the sixth sense that Robin's visits to your study sessions were more than patrol.

He scoffed, "yeah my brother was gonna make sure of it."

"Your brother?" you dug deeper, fighting the itch to reach up for the mask he wore, your heart begging to see his eyes.

You felt him tug his pinky from yours, "I suppose a promise is a promise." he reached up for you, pulling the mask from his face as familiar green eyes met yours.

"Oh. My god." your jaw dropped, fitting the puzzle together.

"I guess the universe decided I was taking too long and put Richard Grayson on job. I must apologize for the coffee shop, I wasn't expecting to see my Gothamite soulmate seated across from my brother, in Bludhaven. " he sighed, eyes twinkling. You laughed in agreement.

"Quite the wingman" you mused.

Damian nodded, closing the distance as he said "don't ever tell him, but I'm thinking he was right all along" before pressing his lips to yours.

~

Weeks later you were far less sleep deprived, still loving your job in Bludhaven. Especially because a certain student was always waiting to pick you up for the ride home.

"Hi Dames!" you strolled up to your now boyfriend, pressing a kiss to his cheek while he locked your pinky in his, the two of you strolling towards the cafe that has become your shared favorite place. Settling down in a booth, you both fell into routine: sketching and studying while enjoying the other's presence.

A crazy few weeks, a huge change to your life, but a good one nonetheless. You had to hand it to-

"I knew you lovebirds would be here!" The bell on the cafe door rang, drawing you and Damian out of your focus. Damian rolled his eyes with a scoff and you gave Dick a wave.

Dick was stroll strutting around, "call me cupid the way I matched you two up!" he crooned.

Damian dryly replied, "Richard we are quite literally soulmates." but the oaf wasn't listening, too busy pretending to shoot you both with an invisible bow "cupid style".

You smiled to yourself, if only Dick knew how grateful you and Damian were to have each other... thank to him.

~~~

A/N: pure fluff for your timeline <3 hope you enjoyed!

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[romanoffsbish]

My Lip Gloss is Poppin’

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R

Smut: Mommy (Top!N) Quickie: Somnophilia(CNC), Fingering(R), Nipple Play, Teasing, Alluded to Oral/Strap.

18+ | Minors DNI

Natasha was in the process of getting ready for work; a last minute meeting she had no desire of going to on a Saturday morning, but it only is anticipated to last about an hour, then she’d be able to come home and spend the day with you like she’d always intended to do today.

She shut the tap off, settled her toothbrush back in the jar beside yours, and applied a layer of red tinted lipgloss, to finish off her makeup.

Looking at her phone she noticed she had an hour before she had to be to the compound, and it was only a fifteen minute drive on her motorbike, so she smiled at the thought of cuddling you close for the next thirty minutes.

——

As she went to open the door though she was alarmed by the sounds of your whimpering, the woman nearly tore the wood off its hinges as the fear that you were maybe being hurt set in. She wasn’t at all prepared to see what she did.

There you laid on your stomach sound asleep, the blankets now strewn all about while your hips squirmed and rutted into the bed., “Mm, mommy please.,” your muffled words sent a wave of need throughout the redheads body, all she could think about now was destroying you, the way your body clearly needed her to do.

“Oh shit.,” she cursed, the glorious sight of your drenched, exposed panties the last straw for her., “You’re always so desperate detka.,” she groaned while shifting you onto your back, her hand palmed you over the lace, and her lips sucked firmly against the skin of your throat.

“N-natty?,” your consciousness slowly seeped in, and the questions you were going to ask died in your mind as she began to rub faster., “Mommy’s here to help you detka, you were a sweet mess, moaning for me in your sleep.”

“Cause I just need you so bad mommy.,” she smiled softly at you, the kind of smile she had only ever shown to you, it managed to say those three pesky words to you she’d once feared saying before she made peace within.

“I don’t have long before I have to go my love.,”a whimper of disappointment left you as soon as the words left her lips, but through a playful smirk she kissed away your worries., “Don’t worry detka, mommy’s going to help you first.”

Natasha slid your panties to the side, offering you immense pleasure as her middle finger slowly circled your clit while her other hand slid your shirt over your head so that she could swirl her tongue around your sensitive areola.

“Mommy, more please.,” the words left you in a strangled moan as she was already teasing your entrance with her digit while still abusing both your clit, and nipples with a subtle expertise.

“Patience detka, mommy knows best.,” she reminded to which you softly huffed, but nonetheless resumed moaning over whining.

Natasha knew how to wind you up, it was really no effort at all to get you pliant and desperate. Her honest intent is to bring you over the edge as promised, but more importantly she wants to get you so desperate that you crave more. Her hope is to leave you a moping mess when she inevitably heads to work. This way her mission briefing flies by as the anticipation to destroy you after with her strap builds.

Your back arched off the mattress when the redhead suddenly entered you with three of her long fingers while her teeth nibbled into the plush skin of your breasts leaving you gasping.

With the help of your scandalous sleepy time endeavors, and her current ministrations you were losing your mind in record time. Every thrust of hers was met with your hips own thrusting, and her mouth marking you up only made the pit in your stomach tighten; being hers was a source of pride for you, so wearing her marks was an honor you didn’t take lightly.

Natasha curled her fingers on every third thrust, making you gasp each time, and your legs began to tremble with all this exertion. Your orgasm finally washed over you as her tongue invaded your mouth, and her thumb claimed its place against your throbbing clit.

“Oh mommy.,” you cried, her hand sped up, and you continued to cry as she monopolized on your orgasm, keeping the pleasure coursing through your exhausted form., “Thank you.,” the words left your lips in a repetitive string as she fucked you into a near mindless state.

Natasha caught a glimpse of the clock, cursing in Russian at the time having slipped away.

“I know detka.,” she whispered reassuringly as her fingers slid from inside you with a loud squelching sound., “Mommy doesn’t want to do this, but I have to go to the compound.”

“On a Saturday?,” you questioned with a pout.

She nodded sadly as her fingers were now in her mouth., “Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you later detka, I’ll have you ride my face, then if you were a good girl you’ll get my strap.”

An uncontainable whimper left you at the arousing idea, and she leaned down to peck your lips for a likely final time., “Be good.”

“Wait, your gloss is ruined, lemme help fix it.,” you wiped away the smudged red stain from around her lips, and you smiled proudly., “Thank you sweetheart.,” she gently kissed you, catching your soft gasp as she ran her pointer finger through your slit to collect your release.

She pulled away with a cocky smirk, observing your scrunched up features as you regulated once more., “Sorry.,” she chuckled, a true sign that she wasn’t sorry whatsoever., “Mommy needed a suitable replacement.,” she winked, and your mouth fell open as she ran her finger over her plump limps, a thin sheen of your slick now serving as a unique cosmetic choice.

It was honestly the hottest thing you’d ever seen, your wife was about to sit in a room with her esteemed colleagues with your essence proudly layered on her lips. It had you rubbing your thighs together without any hesitation.

“I’ll be back shortly detka, don’t you even think of touching yourself, mommy will know.,” with a devious wink sent your way she was gone out the door , and you fell into the mattress with a huff., “My Natty, and her annoying spy senses.”

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1,077 Words

Bonus blurb #2 during my lil hiatus

❤️ Kaitlyn 🤭

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[bellewintersroe]

Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter! Reader.

Part 6 omggg! Not really too much to warn about in this chapter, mentions of smut and appearance from Max Verstappen who’s innocent asf. Only a short chapter, I’m going to have to wait to upload the rest of the parts when the Hungarian GP is over and done with this weekend so apologies for the small break! I’ll throw in another smut chapter just whilst you all wait <3

@benbarneslut @dinodumbass @ricci-ardo @allabouthappiness After sharing a bed for the past 2 nights, Daniel and y/n fear they’ve been caught out by a fellow Red Bull driver. Daniel jets off to Italy to the AlphaTauri headquarters, leaving them both feeling oddly sad at the parting.

“But you’re excited to be going back?” She smiled, pulling her vest stop back on, “yeah, I can’t wait.” Daniel responded. The pair had been talking away, like always, about Daniels return to F1. “Excited to go to Italy too.” He added on.

“Looks pretty.” The HQ for AlphaTauri was there, so he’d be flying away until he got back to Hungary for the Grand Prix. She couldn’t like she was somewhat saddened that their two day romp had ended. They’d spent the past two nights together. “You ever been?”

“Hm?” She perked, stepping back into her jeans. “Have you ever been to Italy?”

“No, that’s the one place I’m literally desperate to go, every time there’s been a race I’ve some how missed it.” We’ll have to go, Daniel thought a little too quickly.

“Whattt, you’ve never been?!” She smiled at his dorky response. “Never.”

“You’re missing out.” He sat up from the messy bed where they had practically lived the past 48 hours. The bedsheets were dishevelled as he climbed out, grabbing a discarded shirt off the floor. It was 4pm and they’d been in bed, all day. “I know… I gotta go so bad.” She clipped her hair back, revealing the purple and red bruises Daniel had sucked into her neck.

“You’re gonna wanna hide those…” he sheepishly pointed out. As amusing as it was, he also was proud of his markings, very immature, he knew, but it reminded him of the endless pleasure the two brought one another.

“Oh, fuck you, Ricciardo…” ———————————————-

The group of them all sat around in the hotel lobby, relaxing as they waited on their transfer to the airport. It was all civilised conversations until Christian and Geri took the younger three kids to get food whilst y/n chilled with the rest of the people, stretched out on the plush couch. “So, you had a girl round last night?” Max questioned Daniel, nudging his side as both Daniel and y/n felt like they could choke on their own spit. “Huh?” Daniel coyly spoke, whilst she just remained eyeing them both up.

“I heard it all.” Max shrugged, holding up his hands. Daniels face flushed as he couldn’t hold back a laugh, rubbing over his forehead. “Not that was doing that on purpose.” Max grimaced as she pursed her lips, finding the situation all too amusing.

“I mean she seemed to be enjoying herself, so go you.” The Dutch man continued as she couldn’t help but snort out a laugh. “Sorry, I just… I overheard that’s all.” Daniel shot her an amused smile whilst half his face was hid. The eyes she gave him back, mixed with that pretty little smirk was filthy. Daniel wondered if she was glad Max heard, he had no idea that it was her.

When the transfer came, she felt a little disappointed at the small hug she gave Daniel. She’d wished for a kiss or some kinda kind words, but that would’ve been way too obvious. “Have a safe trip.” He muttered to her, hand purposefully giving her back a squeeze, desperate to give her a proper goodbye. He knew he was in way too deep, the fact he felt down about parting from her for a mere week? Worst of all, he’d text her, saying he wished he could give her a real goodbye, something that made her smile to herself and her father to question who was making her giggle like that. “Nobody.” She’d replied, fingers pressing into her keys below. You gave me the best goodbye in the hotel room so idk what you’re talking about Daniel, too, found himself smiling to his phone like a teenager. When his eyes rested on her small picture set to her icon, he felt his heart soften, the smell of her perfume still clinging to his top she’d worn only hours prior. He wore it purposefully.

“Messaging ya girlfriend?” The chaperone cheeked as he glanced up to the Frenchman ahead of him.

“Ah, someone like that…”

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REMINDER (WITH AUDIO)

Ellie Williams x Listener Scene

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, minors do not interact. You will be blocked. ellie!dom, reader!sub, jealousy, angst, kissing, biting, hickies, fingering, edging, public sex, bathroom sex

Author's Notes: this WAS gonna just be an audio but there was a lot of context in my head and it definitely wouldnt make sense without it so it turned into a messy little blurb (does this count as a blurb? Idk tumblr vocab someone help) very loose (bad) writing, just to give something to bounce off of ellies dialog. (and give you some voice lines if you feel so inclined) <3 also giggling at how unnecessarily dramatic ellie is in this. I'm such a slut for jealous ellie (and bathroom sex omg). I think something is wrong with me. Lmfao. This was just a quick little throw together, so its nothing special butttt i still hope you enjoy bestiessss! <3

CONTEXT:

You and your girlfriend Ellie are at a party where some girl has been flirting with you all night, right in front of Ellie too. You’re fucking oblivious. Ellie is fucking mad. She's always been a jealous person, but was even more so when she had a drink or two in her. After the girl “playfully” touched your shoulder for the third time in two minutes Ellie decides to pull you to the bathroom to have a “conversation”. A reminder.

[START OF AUDIO] 

She closes the door behind you. You can hear the muffled sound of the crowd filling the halls.

“Whats wrong love?” 

“She was all over you babe. Dont like it.”

“No she wasn't, she was just being nice!”

“Jesus, you can be really fucking dense sometimes.”

“Ellie…”

She pivots me so I am resting against the bathroom counter, bodies inches apart. 

“Did you forget who you came here with?”

she leans in

“Forget who you’re going home with?”

I swallow hard, looking away. Flustered. 

“You're just jealous… it's not that deep” 

Her strong hand grabs my chin, pulling my eyes to meet her own. 

“Let me remind you who you belong to.”

She lifts me up, my ass now resting on the cold counter as my short dress has hitched over my thighs, ellie between my legs pushing it up even more. My warmth pressed against her stomach makes her suck against her teeth before her lips smash into mine. Her tongue claiming my mouth. I let out a moan against her lips. Her breathing is heavy, hot on my face. Fuck, she really is mad. 

“You gonna let her touch you again?”

She grabs my tits over my dress firmly. A moan escapes my lips, followed by a “no” dancing on my breath.

“That's right. No. You won't. ” 

Suddenly she pulls the cups of my dress down, exposing my breasts and pushing them up. Her mouth wraps around my flesh and I gasp at the contact, my hands tangling in her hair. She nips at my nipple and an unsolicited cry leaves me. Loud enough that anyone outside of the bathroom door could definitely hear. 

“Ellie… they… fuck… they’re gonna hear…”

“Let em’ hear you.”

She starts sucking and biting over the bareness of my chest and neck, leaving dark bruises and bite marks in a trail behind her lips. 

“Let em’ know how well you're taken care of.”

My cheeks flush red at the thought of everyone being able to hear what she is doing to me. I can't tell if i hate it… or love it…

Her hands trace down my body, to my knees around her, then slowly… slowly… up, stopping on the growing damp spot on my black thong.

“Who makes you this wet?” 

She circles my clit softly through the thin fabric. My head thrown back, I bite at my fist. Desperately trying to hold in my sounds.

“Is it her?”

Her fingers stop when I don't respond immediately…

“No!” I call out, “It's you! Ellie, it's you…”

“That's right… it's me.”

Her fingers are fast as they push my underwear to the side and plunge into me. Deep. hard. My responding sounds echo off the bathroom walls. Her fingers pumping into me, thumb pressed against my clit. 

“Don't forget it.”

Her eyes observe me, drinking in the heaves of my chest and the crease between my brow, deepening as the tension in my stomach builds. 

“Squeezing my fingers so tight.”

“Think she could make you feel this good?”

“Ellie… Ellie!” her name rolling off my tongue in succession as my senses are filled with her.

“Shit already so close…” 

Her pace was steady, continuing getting me closer and closer to the edge, my legs starting to tremble around her.

“Would be a shame if I…” her fingers pause, “stopped.” 

slowly they pull out of me, my body shaking with the empty promise of release. A knot in my belly begging to be untied.

“Ellie please”

I beg, as she steps back looking at her shiny fingers. Her eyes meet mine as she puts them in her mouth and sucks me off of them. I groan at the sight. 

“Be a good girl, and ill finish the job tonight.” 

She turns and leaves the bathroom.

[END OF AUDIO]

My chest still heaving, my cunt throbbing. I take a moment to gather myself and hop off the counter, pulling my dress up and down. Turning to look in the mirror I see a necklace of black and blue adorns my neck. 

Marked for everyone to see.

Hers.

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Birthday Morning

okay so i really wasn't going to write anything but then i got this idea and i could not resist soooo that's why i'm so late, very sorry, and it's technically the 29th

Summary: Spencer's birthday is always a big deal

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Smut and Fluff)

Content Warning: pretty tame p n v smut

Word Count: 2.0k

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Spencer's birthday never was a big deal as a kid. When he was little, it was another reminder that no one wanted to be his friend, and, once his dad left, it went forgotten by his mom, which he never reminded her about because he couldn't stand the guilt of her feeling bad she forgot it.

Things were different now. Y/n had been making sure his birthday was a big event for 11 years, 2 years more than they'd been married.

This birthday, despite not being a milestone number and the constant chaos of life with three kids, Y/n was determined to make it as special as always.

Usually, Spencer is up first, but since he doesn't have to be at work and the girls don't have to be at school, there is no alarm.

Instead, he wakes up to her in his arms, kissing all over his face. It always makes the newly cooling mornings of late October better.

"Happy birthday." She whispers excitedly, leaning back to look at him.

"Thank you." He replies, finally kissing her lips. It was only meant to be simple, but she purposefully deepens it, tracing her tongue over his bottom lip while she buries her fingers in his curls to pull his face closer.

Before he can roll over on top of her and get down to business like they usually do, she stops him, breaking their kiss. "Sit up against the headboard, baby." She requests.

Spencer complies, quickly shuffling up since he's smart enough to figure out what she's playing at. She climbs onto his lap before her lips are back on his.

Taking advantage of the oversize t-shirt (of his) that she's wearing, Spencer's fingertips walk up her skin from her hips, pushing the fabric with them.

Her skin is hot under his touch, and she's already getting needy, but his hands stop when they reach more fabric where she's normally bare.

Y/n pulls back with a smile, pulling the t-shirt over her head and leaving her figure dressed in just the most recent addition to her wardrobe. His first gift of many.

It's lilac lingerie that he's never seen before. Intricate floral-patterned lace details over the cups of the bra and panties with a suspender belt accentuating the curve of her waist.

He could stare at her all day, regardless of what she's wearing but the new purchase makes his brain stop working like he can't figure out if he wants to take a photo or rip it off her.

"Don't destroy it." She requests, slyly grinning at his reaction, leaning in to kiss him.

"Destroy it?" He repeats, tilting his head up to look at her. "I'm going to frame it."

She giggles before leaning so she can whisper into his ear and have him break out in goosebumps. "You know what I'm going to do?" She asks. He just shakes his head. Even though he could probably guess, he's not going to risk her pulling away while he has a perfect view of her ass. "Riding you just the way you like it. And then tonight..." Her hands move while she speaks, one palm flat against his lower stomach. "When we have a little more time." Her other hand rests against his inner thigh, fingertips just short of touching him where he needs it. "We can do that thing."

He moans just from hearing that, throwing his head backward and allowing her total access to kiss down his neck. She does so the way he likes it, sloppily, with wet kisses and sucked marks.

"Y/n." He groans, his voice lowering as he tries to get her to go faster. She drags it out, ultimately for his pleasure, and keeps a slow descent with carefully placed marks along his warm skin until she can't go any further without moving off his lap.

"Touch me, Spence." Her prompt reminds him he hasn't dared to move his hands, too enamored by her every move.

The cups are sheer, and he sees now how turned on she is by her hardened nipples. He thumbs them over the material, noticing her grinding more against his lap as she gets more turned on.

"I have to take this off." He realizes aloud, distraught tone. It's the worst thing that's happened to him all day and on his birthday? Not fair.

She fixes the issue she anticipated them facing. "I took pictures." She assures him. "Lots. Or you could, you know, frame it?"

"I might." He decides, happily leaning back while she takes it off. She's not going to tell him, but there's another set waiting for tonight. "You're so gorgeous." He praises her, stopping her from taking off the panties.

"You are," Y/n counters, sitting up on her knees so she can pull his sweatpants down. She palms over his hardened length in his boxers before he pushes her up so she can take them off. She pumps his cock up and down, heavy in her palm, before repeating her words in a different sense. "So gorgeous."

He pants out a breath. "Come on. It's been too long." He begs, despite the fact it's been less than 48 hours, which he knows is well above average.

She obliges with a giggle, pulling her panties to the side while she sinks down onto him. It's a fullness like no other, nothing has ever or will ever compare to feeling Spencer so deeply inside her.

That's what he loves the most, the fact he's the only one who will ever get to be in her now, and he accentuates it by sucking a mark of his own into her neck. "So fucking tight." He groans, holding her waist.

"So big." She replies, resting her arms on his shoulders as an anchor and so she can play with the curls at the nape of his neck.

It's heaven getting to be inside her velvety walls, but his pleasure only amplifies when she starts moving, grinding her hips up and down to start with.

After she gets adjusted, Spencer takes control, using his grip on her waist to pull her up and down. "Fuck." She moans against his ear, trying to keep it quiet so they don't wake anyone else up.

"You're so perfect." He mumbles, shifting his hips so she sinks even deeper down, making them both groan. Her skin keeps growing hotter as his grip tightens, both of them working in unison to bring each other to orgasm.

She falls further forward into his chest, lips grazing his as they keep their faces close while her movements get sloppier. Spencer knows what she needs, and he takes one hand off her so he can draw circles on her clit.

"Spence." She moans his name out again right against his lips before the rest of the words get caught in her throat.

"I know." He replies. "Cum on my cock."

That's all it takes for her to cum, a few dirty words from her husband with quick, deep thrusts, and she tightens around his cock even more. Spencer's climax is soon after that, and he cums inside her while she's completely seated in his lap.

He holds her tightly to his body while they come down from it. "That was the best wake-up present I could imagine." He tells her.

She laughs, moving off his lap with a little wince from both of them and sitting beside him. "You're welcome."

Spencer kisses her again, one clothed-mouth kiss after another. "I love you."

"I love you, too." She says, moving to climb out of bed. "I'm going to dress, and see if the girls are up, so you should probably put some pants on." She recommends, flashing him a wink before walking into the closet.

The girls, she discovers and expects, are up. Matilda and Mabel are finishing their coloring on Spencer's cards. "I'm going to get Kenzie but you guys can get the gifts if you want." She instructs the 5 and 7-year-old who race off to the hiding place.

10-month-old McKenzie is standing holding the crib bars when Y/n walks in and her face immediately lights up at seeing her mom.

"Hi, sweet baby." She says, picking her up. "Wanna go see dad?" A little squeal of glee comes from the baby once she understands who they're going to see.

The two older girls manage to carry the gifts into the room, and Spencer is happily waiting in bed for them. They drop the gifts on the end of the bed, climbing up to attack him with hugs.

"Happy birthday, daddy." They squeal, tightly hugging him. McKenzie squirms in Y/n's arms, reaching out for her dad and feeding off her sister's excitement. Spencer easily accepts their baby, the five of them cuddling when Y/n sits back on her side.

It doesn't last long with the little attention spans of their little kids. "Daddy, open the gifts," Matilda says, turning back to pick up one wrapped in hot pink. "This is what I chose." She informs him handing it to him.

Mabel picks up the one she picked for him, giving it to him. "Here's mine."

"Thank you both," Spencer tells them, kissing both of them on the forehead. They watch with wide, excited brown eyes for his reaction.

He opens Matilda's first, taking out the pink notebook with dinosaurs on it and a dictionary. He's a little confused, looking at Y/n with an expression only she can interpret as he plays along for the girls. "I love them, Tillie."

"It's a book so you can write us more stories." She clarifies. It's something Spencer started doing to relax when he first went back to the BAU after she was born. "With little pictures, too, please."

"Why a dictionary?" He asks.

"So you'll know all the words ever, duh." She replies sassily.

Spencer laughs at that. "I bet that was mommy's idea, huh?" He asks since she has been telling him the exact same thing since they met.

Y/n hits him on the shoulder. "Was not." She claims, but Matilda's selling her out with a nod.

He opens Mabel's next, wrapped in green, and he's confused again when he sees a dishtowel. "Because you couldn't find one when you spilled your coffee," Mabel explains to him.

"You're very thoughtful. Belle." He says. "Thank you both so much. This is the best birthday ever." His statements earn grins of admiration from both of them.

"You're not done," Y/n tells him, picking the other two gifts up. She hands one of them to him. "This is from Kenz."

She's unaware of what the gift is and what's going on, but Spencer kisses her too. "Thank you, sweet baby." He opens it, laughing and looking at Y/n when he sees the pumpkin-flavored baby food pouches.

"Since you're always eating hers," Y/n says, nudging him on the shoulder.

"I can't help that they're so delicious." Spencer shrugs, unashamed.

She reaches into her nightstand to grab the final gift, handing it to him. "One more."

"I thought I got your gift this morning?" He jokes subtly enough the girls won't understand. "You're kidding?" He asks when he opens the jewelry case and sees what's in it.

Y/n shakes her head, hoping his reaction is a positive one. "Do you like it?"

"I love it." He quickly replies, excitedly kissing her. "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome." She says. "I figure after your watch strap broke, you might as well finally get a Rolex. Plus, you can go as Hotch for Halloween now."

He giggles at that, still marveling at the stunning piece of jewelry. "Thank you all so much." He says again, wrapping them all up in another family hug.

"You wanna show him your cards?" Y/n asks, resting her head on Spencer's shoulder. The girls pick them up, sitting on each side of him while McKenzie sits in his lap so they can explain their drawings to everyone.

He feels totally complete like he's finally at a point where his life is exactly how he used to dream it would be. He places a kiss on Y/n's forehead and he's slightly teary-eyed when she looks at him. "Thank you." He repeats but it's for more than just the watch worth thousands of dollars and the perfectly chosen gifts from their daughters.

"You're welcome." She replies, wrapping her arms tighter around him so he knows she means it.

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🥺 so um for your dad blurbs, what about like a lil ‘meet cute’ sitch with singledad!eddie x singlemom!reader. maybe their lil toddlers become friends on the playground or somethin’?? idk idk feel free to ignore me!! 💗

cece um what? why why why would I ignore you or this?! Sorry this one too got away from me, I can't seem to write teeny tiny blurbs guys. Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you like it! 💛dad blurbs

summary: see above Eddie deals with his daughter throwing a tantrum but - this is fluff warnings: single mom reader, descriptions of wiggling worms and reader touching them so if you ain't into bugs sorry | even if a fic is not marked 18+, my blog is - please respect this

1.5k words

Why Do Worms Exist?

singledad!eddie munson x singlemom!reader

Hands tugging at his curls in impatience as he juggles the backpack, the keys, the twelve leaves left in his custody and the angry toddler in his arms. 

“Down!” she tugs harsher and he huffs. 

Haircuts and baths seemed to be the only time his kid felt like reminding him that she was in fact his kid. Squirming and wrestling and shrieking loud enough the glass on the apartment windows could pop. He was grateful for his daughter, don’t get him wrong. Reminding himself whenever the demon possessed her during those moments that she’d be his quiet and wonderful kid again soon. 

But no one could have predicted that walking and exploring and learning would hit around the same time as Autumn in Hawkins - well okay, maybe someone else could have other than him. But no one, including Eddie could have foreseen that his unique and already quirky baby girl would be fascinated by any and everything that season had to offer her. And, really, how could he have predicted the meltdowns about these things when he told her she couldn’t take them all home with her?

Fucking leaves. 

And worms. Why’d his kid have to like worms? 

Maybe that was his own fault for calling her Bug. Were worms bugs? Were they their own…species? Jesus Christ he barely got his diploma and now here he is with a kid having a level thirteen meltdown about leaves. What happened when she got older and had questions about these things she found fascinating and he had nothing to offer her? Maybe Dustin would have a book on it. Or Robin. She’s into weird stuff and random facts. 

Eddie sucks in his breath as Sam yanks one curl particularly hard and realizes that if it’s bad now, the very near future of Spring would be even worse. And oh god, the rain and the mud and even more worms and his heart starts racing faster as he thinks about how much bigger she’d be come then. She’d put up even more of a fight. 

He finally gets the pack over his shoulder, the keys tucked safely in a pocket. Sammy’s butt supported under his arm and his hand with the leaves wrapped around her back. Twelve leaves - they’d barely made it down the sidewalk. 

She pushes against his chest, cheeks red and flushed to match her bright red rain boots dangling and kicking dangerously close to unwanted territory and he winces, “Hey, hey, watch it Bug. Getting too close for comfort there.”

Eddie knows she didn’t catch any of that and her tiny hands wind fists into his hair and her chin wobbles as he prepares for the wail to come and he squeezes his eyes shut. Only to be met with fiercer squirming and a head butt to his jaw that makes his ears ring, “Ouch! Sammy, come on, you can get down soon!”

He didn’t yell, but he definitely raised his voice more than he meant to. Sam cries and cries like he’d seen other kids do when heading in the opposite direction of the park. As they round the corner he can see the bright reds, yellows, and blues of the slides and jungle gym.

“Look, Bug, swings,” trying and failing to calm her down with a favorite word and activity. He sighs as other parents look his way as he gets closer. Sure, his kids shrieking was disturbing the peace but theirs screaming on the playground was fine. Gossiping and judging girls from high school who grew up into moms but didn’t outgrow anything else.

He sits on the bench as Sammy pulls and yanks more, closing his eyes again. Eddie presses his forehead to hers, wincing every time she hits against it. He speaks quietly, “Bug, come on, listen to daddy. Calm down.” 

He sets the leaves on the bench and the crying stops almost instantly. He opens his eyes, Sam’s temple to his nose, crocodile tears trailing down her cheeks and tiny chubby hands reaching towards the pile. 

“Leeb,” she hiccups and grabs at the pile. 

Eddie holds her in a firm lock, hand rubbing soothing circles up and down her back, “Leaf?”

She grunts, trying to squirm away again and she whines, “Pwease!”

Heart aching because she’s trying to say please, and she knows that’s the nice way to ask as she calms down. But god, he can’t have her bringing home every leaf from the park.

“Bug,” he taps the pile, “Leaves stay here. Not coming home with us. Leaves stay outside.” 

She huffs and he watches in wonder and awe as she nods and whispers, “Owside leebs.”

He grins. He did it. He dealt with a tantrum while judgey moms watched and his daughter is smart. She understood so much and she was probably gonna be a scientist or some crazy awesome shit he couldn’t even come up with. 

Eddie kisses her nose and wipes her cheeks with his thumbs, body relaxing, “Right. Outside leaves. Ready to go play?”

She shimmies out of his grasp, legs dangling until her boots hit the ground and she wanders toward the playground only to pick up a stick. Poking at the dirt and he covers his smile when she sits. Her plaid jumper and tights dragging and collecting all the dirt and leaves they can manage. 

A little boy sits next to her and she smiles at him, a dimple popping out and extending a stick to him like Eddie had taught her to share. He swallows harshly when she grabs his hand and they waddle to a particularly muddy puddle. 

Oh fuck. She’s gonna get even older and the meltdowns aren’t gonna be about fucking worms they’re gonna be about boys or drinking or-

“You look like you’re dealing with some extreme and sudden realizations right now.”

Eddie glances up to see you standing near his bench, smiling kindly and a cup of coffee in your hands. He’s taken aback one because an adult is talking to him instead of standing off to the side and judging and two because holy shit were you pretty. 

He gulps audibly, “I-uh,” he glances back at his daughter who’s fully laying in the dirt on her stomach now and he smiles, “Yeah, uh I guess you could say that.”

Gesturing to his kid and the little boy, “I see yours is corrupting mine. Believe it or not we’d managed to stay away from dirt until today.”

Eddie grins widely, “Well wait till he finds all the things crawling around in the dirt and wants to take them home.”

Your gloved hand presses to your cheek, dragging it down as you groan loudly, “Why do worms exist?”

He watches you watch the kids, your face melting into warmth and that sappy wow that’s mine look he knows he gets with Sammy all the time. He’s a goner if you’re single. 

Gesturing to the bench and scooting over he sighs, “Pretty sure only to torture parents.”

“Great. Can’t wait,” you deadpan and sit, removing your gloves and extending a hand to him and introducing yourself.

Just because there isn’t a ring doesn’t mean anything. He shakes it back, “Eddie.” 

Nodding your head to the little boy who’s flinging dirt around wildly with his stick, “That’s Parker. My right hand guy.”

Eddie straightens and sees the webs across the backpack you’re stuffing the gloves in and smirks, “As in Peter?”

Clearing your throat and taking a sip of your coffee before continuing, “Yeah, I’m shameless. I named my kid after my favorite superhero, okay? I was alone and drugged up on all the painkillers they could legally give me.”

Alone. 

He waves his hand, “It’s okay, mine's after a Lord of the Rings character.”

You smile at him, shy and sweet. He should just ask right? Or offer up his own information. Is it like just sharing your phone number with a girl? Hey, I’m Eddie, I’m a single parent are you? Not sure what’s about to come out of his mouth, but he’s stopped as his daughter decides she wants to be the worst wingwoman on planet earth right at that moment. 

“Hole pwease,” her tiny voice brings his attention down, extending her dirt smothered hands out to you.

Your mom instincts kick in, holding out your hands like it’s nothing but Eddie knows exactly what Sammy is about to drop in your hands. He’s not quick enough when he leans forward though, 

“No, Bug, don’t-”

Several squirming worms drop down into your palms and he watches your eyes go wide. You don’t freak out or grimace though, instead you smile and extend your hands out further when your son drops more into the pile. 

Your smile is bright, cheeks popping and eyes shimmering and your laugh swirls around his heart as you speak to them in a way that makes his stomach flutter, “Woah you guys! Look at all these awesome worms!”

He watches in awe as you ask their names and sit patiently with wiggling worms in your hands as they point and poke at them and his daughter holds one up closer to your face and your eyes go wide and she giggles.

He’s a total and absolute goner. 

#eddie munson #singledad!eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n

[lvlyghost]

Maybe Someday

PAIRINGS: John Price x F!Reader

SUMMARY: She never expected to see him again, but months after their breakup they find each other.

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

TW: suggestive themes, angst, hurt/little comfort. heartbreak. lovers to(? 3rd pov. think that's it.

A/N: just something that came to my mind today whilst in the middle of a storm. enjoy!

Masterlist✨

The soft pitter-patter of rain above her dampens her hair.

The Big Ben marks the hour.

Six o'clock.

A gentle breeze that blows her strands in different directions; she shouldn't have come, shouldn't have agreed to this meeting. God knows it'd be painful. But she came, she showed up, and maybe bringing an umbrella would've been a good idea, not that she cares. She hasn't felt a thing for months now, stuck in a permanent state of numbness, the sky's dark and people around her run away from the rain. But not her. She waits as the cool air hits the uncovered flesh of her legs, resulting in goosebumps and a shiver that travels through her body.

And then the rain's gone, her sight partially blocked out. A warm body behind radiating enough heat; she remembers it. It's familiar. Eyes threatened to close and take in the well known sense of belonging. She knows him like the back of her hand.

"Eager to catch a cold, aren't you?" heart beating fast at the sound of his voice, deep and raspy. Breathing deeply she spun around facing a big broad chest, strong shoulders and a beard. Her eyes drift all the way up until she finds his face, those baby blues she was enamored with. "Rain's coming down hard, yeah?" The corners of his lips quirk up in a faint smile. 'Was he just as nervous as her?' Was he remembering all the things both had gone through? The nostalgia in his orbs glowing.

"John." She greets him at last.

Her voice is music to his ears. The same tone, the same softness and quietness. Something he loved. Soothing his nightmares away.

His bad days.

When he saw her standing alone, arms crossed over her waist, staring up at the sky in that bloody outfit. He almost wanted to scold her for her poor choice of clothing. The dark green jacket did little to nothing to protect her from the weather. Her bottom barely covered her legs.

"Love." He whispered back, leaning over her ever so slightly, something that has her sucking down a sharp breath. The black attire he wears only serves to make his eyes even more blue. Like the blue of the sea in Mykonos. John hesitates for a second but eventually offers his much better dark coat to her to which she refuses. He sighs, closing his eyes and opening them back again. "I believe you've got something for me."

From a black purse she takes out a manila envelope, trying not to think about how close he's standing, feet almost touching.

"Kate apologizes for not delivering it herself. But she's quite busy right now." She explains as John examines the envelope with curious eyes. "Said she'll reach out to you as soon as she's able."

Stuffing her hands in her pockets she chewed down on her lower lip, something that doesn't go unnoticed by John.

"You alright, love?" she freezes. Eyes boring into hers. She knows what he's truly asking. What he so desperately wants to know. The things that were left unsaid...

Give me a sign. Just one.

"Apparently the CIA wants nothing to do with this. So they're passing it on to someone who may get the job done...-"

He interrupts her, her name leaves his lips in a hushed voice that reminds her of shared late nights at his loft.

"Please... you know you can tell me. It don't matter what happened to us."

-

Sweet moans bounce around the place. The headboard that slams against the wall with every thrust of his hips. His fingers intertwined with hers. John's lips kissing down her neck. The sound of skin against skin. Hands that leave marks on his back, that he would proudly wear tomorrow morning as the everything that could have been.

Another blink of her eyes and she lays on her side, facing him as tears roll down her flushed cheeks. The same he gently wipes away with a broken heart and a deep frown on his lips. John's holding back his own emotions. It won't help anyone. She doesn't have to know how utterly broken he is by this.

"Hey..." he calls her in the quiet night. "Talk to me."

She shakes her head, she won't say a thing. He wanted answers and maybe he should've fought more. Fight to keep her close. But he always gave her what she wanted. What she asked for.

His bare legs tangled up with hers. This is it, she thinks. The last time they'll be together and it's ripping her apart at the seams. She cries silently, and John can only watch swallowing down the lump in his throat.

"Maybe someday we get that ending you imagined for us." From one moment to another he's pulling her close to his arms, laying a kiss on her forehead. More salty tears trailing down, hitting his exposed chest and she swears there'd be no one after Johnatan Price. "Just not today. Not in this lifetime. Not in this universe."

-

He waits patiently, glaring over her shoulder every now and then. He was sure no one had followed him but he couldn't risk it. One could never be too sure. If only she said the words he'd take her home. Back to where she belonged. In his arms, next to him. The small golden ring that was tucked away for months was still waiting for her to come back. It felt heavy whenever he held it in his hands.

"I guess...-" she trails off trying to find her voice. "It's hard to see you again."

John sighs feet shifting and jaw tightening.

"Not a day goes by where I don't think if... we-" his mouth snapped shut.

A loud rumble echoed through the sky above that startles her.

"Storm's coming in." She observed. Taking a step back from him, out of his reach.

John can't find it in himself to let her go just yet. Just a little longer. Please.

Please.

"Let's take cover... there's a café down the street." he points out the opposite direction.

"I don't think that's a good idea." She reasons but doesn't decline his invitation either. Taking a deep breath she fiddles with her hands. "You and I together are never a good idea." He snorts. Despite the situation. Despite the months apart, he hasn't stopped thinking about her. He hasn't stopped loving her and looking out for her even if she didn't know. What he'd do to have one more night with the girl. "But you know I can't deny that I'd kill for a latte and a chocolate cake."

Smiling fondly he gestures for her to hold the umbrella for him, she obliges. John is quick to unbutton his coat and wrapping it around her small figure. His hands rest on her shoulders and gives them a gentle squeeze.

"Now don't tell me you don't feel much better now." He takes the umbrella back and starts walking with her following down the street, arms brushing with every motion.

"You always knew how to treat a girl."

His lips twitch when he hears the words out of her mouth and she blushes aggressively. Her brain seemed to stop working when he was around.

The short trip is silent, two souls that were drawn to each other yet not meant to be together. All both could ever hope for is that another universe would soon come for them.

Or pray that something changed in this one.

#cod #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod x reader #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod mw22 #call of duty #john price x reader #john price fic #cod john price #captain john price x you #captain johnathan price #captain john price x reader #john price imagine #john price #captain john price #call of duty modern warfare 3 #cod mw3 #call of duty modern warfare #cod modern warfare

[silvermarley]

Mafia boss!Tanjiro x reader? Smut please Sorrrrry- if you don't want to do it, you can just make a tanjiro smut headcanon Sorry, I'm super awkward with this kind of stuff :3

Of course! I hope you like it :)) I kinda did a lot sorry 👩‍🦯

Mafia Boss

Tanjiro x F!reader

Warnings: kinda yan!tan, semi public sex, aged up!tanjiro, you guys are married, degrading, daddy kink, fingering, the whole mafia part is bad don’t mind it 😭

A/N: you’re also wearing a skirt-

Being a mafia boss’ wife wasn’t all too easy. From always watching your back, to people hitting on you on a constant basis.

But you loved the thrill of it, and you loved Tanjiro.

He would always buy you beautiful jewelry, clothing, you name it.

He would also have people secretly watch over you and protect you. They would report their findings to him if anything happened.

Tanjiro was no innocent man. He sent people out to kill and steal, all behind the scenes.

His office, on the highest floor of his building, was filled to the brim with expensive items. Even his chair.

He spends most of his day there.

As of right now, he was working on some deal with people only he knows.

He was, until one of his agents knocked on the door with the secret code only him and his lackeys knew.

You never needed a secret knock, as he would know before you even got there that you were coming.

“Enter.” He says, not looking up from his papers.

“Sir, a unidentified man is trying to make moves on Miss Y/N, what do you want my team to do?” The agent asked. It was one of the men that was tasked with protecting you for the day.

“Kill him. Not in front of her though, she doesn’t like to see it. You know what to do once he’s dead.” He shoos him away.

“Yes, sir.” The agent bows, before repeating Tanjiro’s instructions to his team through a headset.

Jealousy, or rather anger, flowed through him. You were his. How dare some low life try and take you from him.

Maybe you needed a reminder you are his? Yeah, he thinks you do.

After a little bit, he called for another agent, to which another responded swiftly.

“What do you need, sir?”

“Bring Y/N to me.”

They nod, before leaving the room just as fast as the other did.

You were visited by the agent as you were walking home.

“Miss Y/N, the boss wants you to go to his office. Please come with me.”

“Ah, alright.”

He walked with you. He didn’t talk, so you decided to strike up a conversation until you got to your husband’s building.

Once you got to the door of his room, the agent bowed and then left.

Why would he call you so suddenly? Did something happen?

You opened the door to see him staring back at you, his head laying on his hand.

“Come in and lock the door.”

You did just that.

“What’s wrong darling?” You asked, unsure of why he looks frustrated.

“Hm, I heard that someone was trying to steal what’s mine.” He replies, patting his lap signaling for you to sit on it.

“What do you mean? Are you.. talking about the guy who was flirting with me earlier?” You question as you straddled his lap.

“Correct, my love. It seems you need a reminder of who you belong to. I’ll make sure everyone knows your mine. All mine.”

You couldn’t respond, your face flushing a rosy red.

He chuckled a bit to himself at your bashfulness. His hands slid up and down your sides, under your shirt.

“I think marking you up would let people know, don’t you think?”

Your heart beat faster as you nod. You wanted him to mark you up, claim you as his over and over. After all, you only want him.

He loves how pliant you are for him.

Tanjiro pulled your shirt off, immediately kissing and sucking on the exposed skin.

He bit your shoulder, making you let out a sound half way between a yelp and a moan.

This action made you grind your hips on his, just a little bit.

“You really are enjoying this aren’t you? Such a slut, just for me.” He smirked sadistically.

He was losing what little patience he had left. But he wanted to make sure this moment never leaves your thoughts.

After moving his papers, Tanjiro picks you up and places you on his desk.

You sat up first, but he got up from his chair and loomed over you. You moved and laid on your back.

“Hm. Good girl.” He seemed satisfied with your submission.

He slots himself between your legs. He hummed as he unclamped your bra and threw it aside.

He latched his lips on your nipple. You moan softly as he swirls his tongue on it and fondles your other breast.

After giving them both the same treatment, he makes more marks going down further and further.

He stops, his hands taking ahold of your skirt, quickly removing it.

Now you’re left in only your underwear while he’s completely clothed. You writhed under his touch.

You couldn’t help but grab at his shirt, hinting that you didn’t want to be the only one unclothed.

He takes the hint and plays along with it a little, unbuttoning his shirt halfway and unbuckling his belt.

You whined. All this waiting was making you needier for him. You wanted him now, but he was being such a tease.

“Patience.” That’s all he said as he went back to undressing you, taking off your panties.

He licked his lips at the sight of your glistening pussy. “All mine, and so wet for me. I haven’t even done much.” He grinned, taking pride in it.

His slender fingers glide over your folds, gathering up your slick. Then, without much warning, he inserted a finger into your dripping hole.

You arch your back because of the sudden pleasure.

Pumping it in and out, he would soon add another finger making you get closer to cumming.

He kissed and sucked on the skin of your thighs.

Only his fingers could make you feel this way. It felt amazing and you didn’t want it to stop.

“Ah fuck!- Please!” You beg, not really knowing what for.

“Aw, please what princess?”

“I wan’- I wanna cum, please daddy!”

He groaned. Speeding up his fingers, he wanted to be inside you now, but he wanted to make you cum first.

You pawed at his arm and whined as you orgasm came crashing down on you.

He took out his fingers and pulled his pants and underwear down, letting his cock hit his stomach.

You were squirming in anticipation again, wanting him to fuck you more than anything at the moment.

His right hand slides up your chest to grab ahold of your neck, which was littered with hickies and bite marks.

At the same time, he used his other hand to line himself up at your entrance.

He easily slides in, to which the two of you moan together.

He doesn’t waste time and thrusts slow at first, picking up the pace by the second.

His cock hits all the right places, the places that make you moan like a whore.

“My cock is the only one to make you feel this good huh, baby?”

You nod, unable to answer properly. He doesn’t take this.

“Use your words.” His pace picks up, pounding you harder, purposefully making it hard to respond.

“Y-yes daddy, only yours!”

He rewards you by rubbing your clit along with his harsh thrusts.

Tanjiro feels you tighten around him, making his breathing more unsteady.

Your hands gripped the edge of the desk hard, to the point your knuckles turned white.

You were in pure ecstasy.

You felt your orgasm creep up on you again. And soon, you cummed hard on his cock.

But he didn’t slow down.

You whimpered and twitched as he overstimulated you, chasing his own high. Your hands went to his back to claw at it.

“Gonna fill you up.. make you completely mine, leave my mark on your cunt.” He growled.

“Please..” you gasp.

He’s bringing you close to another orgasm already, he’s not far along either.

Something about filling you up made him go just a bit faster.

His grip on your neck loosens as his hands slide over to land on the desk on either side of your head.

You’re about to cum again. You can tell he’s about to as well.

“Fuck princess, gonna cum with me?”

You nod. His thrusts get sporadic and sloppy.

You moan loud as you cum for the third time, him cumming with you, filling your cunt with it.

He takes a second, not pulling out. He pulls you back with him as he sits back in his chair, you on his lap again.

“Keep it in while I do my work, yeah?” He kissed you.

“Okay..” you say, out of breath.

He continues his work as you cockwarm him.

#levys friends #kny smut #demon slayer smut #demon slayer x reader #KNY x reader #tanjiro smut #tanjiro x reader

[aerequets]

green envy, silver tongue

ao3

rating: G

genres: fluff, humor

summary: But for someone like her, who messed up so often, and couldn’t do basic things required of a grown woman…

Well, she’d complain about herself too. It still didn’t make it hurt any less.

Or: Yor goes to Loid's workplace, and can't get what Fiona said all that time ago out of her mind.

a/n: I keep thinking about how in chapter 30 fiona was straight up lying about loid complaining about yor at work. I know loid reassured yor at the end of that whole arc about her capabilities and him wanting her to stay in the family and whatnot but like. For all we know yor is still out here thinking loid complains about her at work!! IT BUGS MEEEE so i was thinking what would happen if loid found out, and this happened. 

Anyways i literally spent all day working on a dang essay and i told myself i would go to sleep but instead i just started writing MORE STUFF and it’s so late now gosh its 2 am. Enjoy LOL

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Yor gazed up at the incriminating hospital building and gulped, the paper bag in her grip crinkling. She had to consciously remind herself to ease up before she pulverized Loid’s lunch in her hands and rendered her whole trip useless.

Hospitals were bad enough on their own. Yor had a ritual of avoiding them ever since she’d taken up her assassin job to avoid doctors prodding at her scars and other dubious markings, which was all to say that it had been a terribly long time since she’d gone near one for herself. But she felt like even if she weren’t an assassin—which was a very fat if— she would still have the urge to leave Loid’s forgotten lunch by the door and hightail it out of there.

Which would be terribly rude and unseemly of any ordinary wife, so… this was for the best. She would go inside, even though it was Loid’s workplace, which meant it was Fiona’s workplace, which meant…

‘Dr Forger often complains about that at work. He grumbles that his wife is always—'

Which meant that it was the workplace of all the employees who, no doubt, knew her as some incompetent woman undeserving of someone like Loid.

She sucked in a breath through her teeth and swiftly turned around, pacing in circles. A nearby grandma looked on dubiously, scooting back on her bench. In other circumstances Yor would be more conscious of the image she was projecting, but at that moment it was a fine line between her thoughts and Loid’s lunch crinkling closer and closer to one dense ball of mass in her white-knuckled fists.

Loid had already assured her that she would stay as the Forger mother for the sake of their cover, that Fiona was no real threat. That was all well and fine, even if Yor felt an uncomfortable twisting in her heart at some moments for no apparent reason. It was fine. But that didn’t change the fact that, apparently, Loid had complaints about her that he voiced at work. And honestly, she couldn’t even blame him. People (as in, mostly her own coworkers) often said that work was for complaining about home and vice versa, and Yor knew she would definitely complain about Loid… if she ever had any reason to. As it stood, he was essentially the perfect man in every way—an objective fact, she wasn’t being biased or anything—so she never had anything to voice. But for someone like her, who messed up so often, and couldn’t do basic things required of a grown woman…

Well, she’d complain about herself too. It still didn’t make it hurt any less. She groaned and squatted down on the sidewalk, hugging the lunch to her chest. The grandma staunchly got up and walked away, and Yor sighed.

She was afraid to go inside and hear what his coworkers would say upon seeing her. Probably the same things Camilla and the girls had often said to her in the past, if they were any indication of what normal people would think: How did someone like you bag someone like him? How much are you paying him? Are you threatening him?

(Nevermind that Yor could easily threaten anyone into doing anything for her—she wouldn’t.)

She sighed and looked up at the building once again. Already ten minutes had passed since she’d arrived at the hospital. She could have been in and out by now. Instead, here she was, agonizing over yet-to-happen interactions with people whose faces she didn’t even know.

Argh, get it together, Yor! She slapped her cheeks and sprung up with a renewed vigor. That was right—none of these people had met her yet. If they had any preconceived notions of her, this was her chance to dispel them. To prove to them what a stellar wife she was—even if she wasn’t actually. Doing so would strengthen the Forger family front. At the very least, she would be protecting herself from the SSS! That’s right—do this for the sake of your assassin job! Do this to protect Anya, Loid, and Bond! With this new conviction, Yor finally marched up the steps to the hospital and opened the door.

There wasn’t much fanfare—it was exactly as she had expected, even if she hadn’t been to a hospital ever since a young Yuri had fallen badly that one time ages ago. The hospital was fancier than any she had been in before, and no doubt bigger, but the atmosphere was the same. The same smell of antiseptics hung in the air that lingered around Garden warehouses, too, the only difference being a lack of the cloying perfume of flowers. Yor headed to the front desk, a little timid but mostly holding it together. She kept repeating the same mantra in her head— do it for your job, do it for your family!— and hastily tried to smooth out the wrinkles in her skirt as she approached the receptionist.

“Hello, how may I help you today?” The lady at the front desk asked politely upon seeing her. Yor admired the perfect application of lipstick on the bow of her upper lip for a second before replying.

“Um, hello. I’m here to drop off my husband’s lunch. He left it at home. He’s Loi—uh, Doctor Forger…?”

The perfectly lipsticked mouth dropped open in a little gasp. “Oh, my! You’re Yor Forger?”

A spike of anxiety staked through Yor’s heart at those words. Even the receptionist knew about her? “Ah. Yes, that’s me…”

“My. You’re lovelier than I thought!”

“I know you may have heard some things about me, but I—wait, what?” Yor blinked. She discreetly turned around to see if perhaps there was a different Yor Forger behind her that the receptionist was referring to. “Lovely? Me?”

The lady laughed. “Demure, too! Your husband’s office is on the fourth floor, room 806B. The lunch hour is just about to start, so you’re right on time.”

“Um… right,” Yor replied, feeling a little lightheaded. “Thank you very much.” She swayed off towards the stairs, head spinning. Was that some kind of concealed jab that she just couldn’t understand? The lady’s face didn’t look smug or snide. She hadn’t laughed either. But Yor just couldn’t make sense of that interaction. Lovely. Demure.

Yor shook her head. She was past it. All she had to do now was deliver this lunch to Loid and get out, ideally without running into anyone.

Of course, she ran into someone right as she rounded the bend after going up one flight of stairs.

The person yelped as they lurched back. Yor’s eyes tracked the arc of coffee that followed the cup that went sailing out of their hand. Without thinking twice, Yor swiftly spun the person behind her to save them from any stray drops of hot coffee. She tossed the bagged lunch to her right hand before using her freed-up left hand to snatch the cup out of the air, following the trail of airborne coffee with its styrofoam mouth. It was over in less than three seconds: The person, bewilderedly blinking up at her from the landing of the second floor, while she stood on the stairs, lunch clutched in one hand and a mostly-full cup perched in the other. Three more seconds were dedicated to stunned silence before Yor hurriedly set the bagged lunch down on one of the steps to hoist the person up.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to run into you,” she flustered, flushed with apology. Darn it, Yor! She’d been lost in thought and almost caused a nasty accident. Upon checking the person for any injuries, she realized from his white coat and name card that he was a doctor. You almost injured a doctor!

“...Goodness,” the man finally said. He adjusted his glasses with an astonished blink. “You have some incredible reflexes, miss!”

“O-oh, it’s nothing really,” Yor fumbled, waving her hands. She was just glad he wasn’t hurt. Or angry. That helped matters. “I’m sorry again. Here’s your coffee.” She handed him the cup, which he took and gazed at as if it were some ancient artifact.

“Please, it was my fault for not watching where I was going,” he replied, a broad smile growing on his face. “Could I get your name, miss?”

“It’s Yor. Yor F-Forger.”

His eyes got wider, if at all possible, before he threw his head back in a short laugh. “Forger, eh? Married to Loid?”

Yor shifted uncomfortably. It seemed like there was nobody that didn’t know her faux husband in this place. Anya had told her after visiting his workplace that ‘Papa is very popular, he makes desperate conneshuns’, but she hadn’t quite processed the extent to which Anya’s words were true until now. “Um, yes. I’m his wife.”

“Gosh, he wasn’t kidding! You really are—” Yor winced in anticipation of his next words. “—incredibly athletic.”

For the second time in nearly as many minutes, Yor did a double take. “Huh?”

“You helped him train for that tennis competition, didn’t you? I’ve personally never heard of such a thing, a work tennis competition,” he tacked on, almost an afterthought as he rubbed his chin. “But regardless, I hear he completely decimated the opposition. You must have whipped him into shape real good!”

“W-what? I didn’t—not really—uh,” Yor said intelligently. Her tongue was failing her. To be fair, what was going on? Either she was even worse at reading social cues than before, or these people were being… nice. They had heard good things about her. But from who?

Certainly not from Loid…? The very thought made her heart skip a beat. He was gentlemanly and no doubt one of the kindest people she knew, but she couldn’t think of any reason he would have to speak good of her, especially when she wasn’t present for him to have to be nice. She was always messing up and causing trouble.

But the doctor in front of her waited, expression open without disgust or amusement. She cleared her throat, suddenly finding it choked up.

“I—thank you, you’re too flattering. I didn’t really do much. Loid did well because of his own skill,” she said. Her face felt warmer by the second. “If you’ll excuse me now, I actually have to deliver him his lunch.”

“Oh, of course. Don’t let me hold you up. I was on my way down for lunch myself,” the doctor said. He bent down and handed Yor the bag she’d left on the step. “Tell Forger I said hello, would you? He sure is a lucky guy.”

Lucky how? Yor thought, but she gratefully accepted the bag from the man nonetheless. “Thank you,” she smiled, before turning around and ascending the stairs (this time on the side closest to the wall). She felt strangely out of breath, though a couple flights of stairs were peanuts compared to her usual physical activity.

Fortunately, Yor made it onto the fourth floor without any mishaps. There were people milling about as they made their way out for lunch, but all she got were polite smiles and nods in her direction. It felt a little surreal. She’d come in expecting a lion’s den, and was instead met with…a pen of cute bunnies?

After a couple minutes, she finally found room 806B. Hoping that Loid was still inside, Yor hesitantly knocked twice on the door.

After a beat, his voice rang out. “Sorry, I’m not seeing any more patients until three o’clock.”

Yor inched the door open. Loid’s back was turned; he was digging through his briefcase, grumbling something under his breath that even her keen ears couldn’t pick out. The door hinge squeaked and he straightened, turning his head just enough to reveal a terse wrinkle between his brows. “I said I’m not seeing—”

The wrinkle smoothed out and his expression shifted into one of surprise as they made eye contact. He quickly turned the rest of the way around. “Yor? What are you doing here?”

“You forgot your lunch,” she replied, finding it hard to meet his eyes. She didn’t see him wearing his white coat often. Keep it together, Yor! “I thought I would bring it to you.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” he said, appreciative. “What about work?”

“My shift doesn’t start until later.” She held out his lunch, trying not to cringe at its bedraggled appearance. He crossed the distance between them and took the bag. Their fingers brushed and she flinched.

“Uh, sorry it’s so wrinkled. Almost had a couple spills, haha! Actually, the one who almost had a spill wasn’t me, it was another gentleman I ran into,” she babbled. “Oh, he actually told me to tell you hi. I think his name was a… mister Clark…?” She faltered, trying to recall the name on his namecard.

“Oh, you met Doctor Clarkson,” Loid said. “Easygoing fellow with the glasses?”

Yor nodded. “That’s the one! Is he your friend?”

“We’re acquainted. He’s a good man,” Loid replied in an easy manner, leaning back onto the table and crossing his ankles. Yor fidgeted, feeling out of place with his grace and white coat and doctor’s office. “Why? Did he say anything to you?”

“Not really, he just mentioned the tennis tournament you won,” Yor responded. “He was surprisingly nice to me.”

Loid laughed, good-natured. He’d begun to open the lunch bag. “Why is that surprising?”

“Oh, you know.” Yor gestured vaguely in an ‘isn’t it obvious?’ manner with  her hands. Loid crooked a brow, pausing with the bag.

“I’m… not sure I do.”

“What? Oh.” Nervousness and embarrassment promptly burned her cheeks. She hadn’t meant to make an offhand comment like that. What if Loid thought she was being passive aggressive? Worse, what if he thought she was attacking his character and decided he didn’t want her as a fake wife anymore?! She could picture the scene with startling clarity:  “After all I do for you, and you’re hung up about some comments I make at work?” Imagination-Loid had a disgusted curl in his lip that Yor had only seen once when he’d stepped in Bond’s poo. “Don’t you know that’s what normal people do? Are you even normal? Get out of my house!”

Yor quickly backtracked. “I-I don’t blame you! This isn’t that. I mean, I totally get it. If it were me, I would do the same thing—I mean, if I were married to me—wait, no, if it were someone like me, and I was someone like you—”

“Wait, wait, Yor,” Loid interrupted, catching her hands—which had been wildly gesticulating— in his own. “I genuinely have no idea what you mean. Why would he not be nice to you?”

Yor stood frozen, searching his face. It was quite close to her own. His hands were large and warm and cupped almost fully around hers, which brought her back to when he’d fake-proposed to her. Despite the fact that they were practically strangers then, and that the circumstances at the time were less than ideal (and also the fact that they were hiding from an explosion behind a dumpster), Yor had never felt more reassured by someone else’s presence before. She’d always had to depend on herself, but to hear him say the vows—even if neither of them meant it—had filled her with a sense of relief.

I’ll be okay. This person understands me. We’re in this together, for better or for worse.

“I can’t do all the things that other wives and mothers do,” she said softly. “And you vent about it at work. I get it, Loid. It’s alright.”

The terse divot between his brows returned. “What? Who told you that?”

“Well… Fiona did. Back when she visited.”

Because their faces were so close, she could see when his nostrils flared for a split second, the minute clenching of his jaw. His hands tightened around her own. He seemed to work something in his mind over several times, opening his mouth and then abruptly stopping. She had never seen him struggle to speak before, eloquent as he was. Word-vomiting was more her forte.

“I don’t know what Fiona told you,” he finally said, a certain bite to his words. “But if she said I speak badly of you, it isn’t true. I’d never—I can’t even think of what I could possibly say. You get that, right, Yor?” He bent his neck, staring into her eyes with a peculiar ferocity, as if her understanding of his point was more important than anything else.

“Oh.” Her arms twitched; she tamped them down with vigor. She was not going to ruin this moment (and possibly Loid’s office) by subconsciously smacking him. “You don’t have to say that. I understand if—”

“No,” he cut in. “I mean it, Yor. I meant it when I said you’re second to none.” His eyes bored into her own. “Okay?”

She could feel the heat flooding her cheeks. The weird choked-up feeling was back in her throat, and when she sniffled, she was horrified to feel congestion in her sinuses. She closed her eyes to save herself some embarrassment and dipped her head. “Right. Yes. Thank you, Loid.”

After a second or two, Loid abruptly pulled his hands back. She opened her eyes to see him pulling at his collar.

“It’s stuffy in here. The ventilation isn’t so good in this wing of the hospital,” he said, unprompted. Yor supposed it explained his reddening ears. “When does your shift start?”

“Oh, in about…” Her eyes drifted to the clock on the wall with a gasp. “Forty five minutes?!” She’d wasted more time dallying outside the hospital than she’d thought! “I’m really sorry—I better hurry home and get ready for work!”

“No worries,” Loid replied. “I’ll walk you out.”

“You don’t have to!” Yor squeaked, but all he sent her in response was a raise of his eyebrows. She figured it wasn’t worth it to argue with him. Besides, the idea of everyone else seeing them together was… kind of nice. Oddly enough. Yor decided not to dwell on it as they headed out. Loid was clearly very well known, as nearly every minute someone would spot him and say hello. And, weirdly enough, whenever that happened, their eyes would shift over to Yor before they said something along similar lines:

“Whoa. Is this the lady of the house, doctor?”

“It’s the esteemed Mrs. Forger.”

“Watch out, folks! Forger couple coming through!”

By the time they reached the ground floor, Loid’s ears were glowing red, decidedly not because of the ventilation. He covered his face with a hand. “Maybe I should have just let you walk out alone,” he groaned. Yor giggled. She was sure her face looked like a fire hydrant, but for some reason none of the comments bothered her. In fact, everyone at this hospital was awfully nice.

“I appreciate that you didn’t,” she grinned. He dropped his hand and turned to face her, and—how could someone look so endearing? With Anya, Yor thought it made perfect sense—she was the most adorable little child, with the silliest antics, and, she was pretty sure, scientifically unable to not love. But Loid was a grown adult. A man. She cared about him, yes, just like she cared about the whole Forger family, but this was different. There was some kind of electric undercurrent that she could feel lining her nerves as she traced his face with her eyes, committing it to memory. I meant it when I said you’re second to none.

Maybe… Loid did speak well of her behind her back. Praised her, even? She couldn’t fathom the idea of anyone complimenting her like that, but clearly it wasn’t the way Fiona said it was. And in any case, what Loid thought mattered to her more than what Fiona said.

In a startling moment of clarity, she realized that what Loid thought mattered to her, period. She wanted to know his opinions, his likes, his dislikes. His tastes in food, venues, and clothing. His taste in…women.

Since when did that matter?

“Loid,” she started, “I—”

A caterwauling whistle pierced the air between them, making her nearly jump out of her skin. They turned to see an older man grinning at them.

“That your wife, Forger? Bring her around here more often!” He skulked off. Loid grit his teeth and clenched his fist.

“Director Gorey, that absolute…” He took a deep breath and turned back to her. “I’m so sorry about him. What were you saying?”

Yor blinked. What was she going to say? That whistle from the odd man suddenly made her cognizant of the numerous eyes on them that had somehow faded into the background just moments prior. She stiffened up.

“Uhh, just that I-I hope you enjoy your lunch! I better hurry now, see you later, thank you enjoy your lunch I already said that bye!” She whipped around and booked it out of the hospital. Though she’d imagined herself doing exactly that just an hour prior, she hadn’t predicted that she would feel like she was walking clouds while doing it. Or that there would be a giant grin on her face that she wouldn’t be able to keep down.

Maybe she ought to visit Loid at the hospital more.

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[juliacoller]

Ghoul and Ghoulettes Smut HC's

I absolutely needed to throw all of my ideas out there, and this isn't even all of them

Warnings: breeding kink, biting, nipple play, choking, dacryphilia, puppy!Mountain, size kink, praise kink, body worship, foot fetish, roughhhh sex, feminization, strap on play, and oral (female and male recieving)

Word Count: 2,334 words

Swiss:

He absolutely has a breeding kink

Loves to bite on his partner, leaving marks just from scraping his fangs over their skin

Could spend hours just sucking on his partner's nipples, loving the way they squirm and whimper as he licks and laps at their rosy buds

Speaking of whimpering, he absolutely loves a noisy partner, as he himself cannot shut up during sex. He loves being vocal, moaning, groaning, whimpering, and especially crying

"Gotta cum in you"

"One more for me, baby"

"Gonna let me knot you?"

"Gotta fuck you so good"

"Such a messy boy/girl/baby"

Loves to watch his partner cry from pleasure, so overwhelmed that all they can do is sob and beg

Wants to watch mascara and tears stream down their face, trace the lines, and lick the tears off of them

Get a hand around his throat and he's immediately gone, stare into his eyes and threaten him with a real sweet promise and he will be putty in your hands

He's willing to get on his knees for anyone he finds worthy, nearly kissing the ground they walk on. He will go to embarrassing lengths to worship their partner

Sidenote: We all know that all of the ghouls are in intimate relationships with each other aka... they fuck

To continue on that: Swiss absolutely LOVES sex with Cumulus, something about how plush her thighs are around his face, the squish of her tummy against his as he fucks into her, and the jiggle of her tits as she viscously rides him. He just has something for the way her body envelopes him and reacts to each movement he makes.

Aether:

Aether likes to be reminded that he is bigger than his partner (if true), likes having them under him, watching them drown in his presence

Def hard dom vibes, will do anything for his partner to service them but will not take any brattiness, he won't be asking them to do anything, he will be forcing them to obey

Will fuck the brattiness out of anyone, he once got Dew to stop bitching about how bad his fingers hurt from practice by giving them something else to do

Likes to have his nipples played with, I HC that he got them pierced at some point when they were on the road. He saw just how much Dew loves having the jewelry played with and had to know what it was about.

Please touch his nips.

Wants to put his hands to use, will use them to jack off any of the other ghouls before a ritual, or sink them so deep into his bandmates until they are whimpering and sobbing into his shoulder

He misses touring with the Ghost Project but doesn't shy away from sending videos to his pack mates, reminding them of just how much he misses fucking them

Phantom:

He has a ginormous praise kink, with him being so new and unsure of everything it can be overwhelming, but the moment Swiss opens his mouth to say, "Pretty boy really does have some talent" at their first rehearsal, Phantom can't get it out of his brain until later that night as he whimpers and moans in the shower

He's so bendy??

Likes when his partner forces him into different positions, wants his partner to shove his knees above his head as they hold him and fuck him into the bed

When he first gets involved with the other ghouls, he is almost always the bottom, a bit too shy to be bratty or take control of a space, but once he gets a bit more comfortable he works his way up to topping Sodo, but having to rely on (to Sodo's excitement) his quintessence a bit much

He tends to be a bit quiet in his day-to-day life but is very expressive in his body language, his eyebrows are always responding and his posture is a giveaway of his emotions

His quietness does translate to his loudness during sex, he's normally quiet and tries to swallow his noises as much as he can, but when his partner gets him too worked up he can let out little whimpers and groans that are soooooo meek, but it definitely gives his partner a sense of achievement

He likes his hair being played with, tugging, braiding, brushing, just about anything will make his heart tug simply because his partner wants to play with his hair

Sodo:

He's a brat...

What more do you want me to say?

He wants to get pissed off and have someone put him in his place, force his face into the bed as they pound him from behind, tell him that he's dramatic and ridiculous, degrade him and remind him of just how rude he can be, but he is never, ever, left to feel alone or unwanted.

Sodo has some separation issues, fearful that his pack will leave him to be alone, that they will ostracize him, that one day they will get sick of his antics.

Due to these fears, he needs reassurance. He loves his rough sex, loves when his fellow ghouls degrade him, but he needs the aftercare after.

Like Sodo wants to lay in bed or in the bath and cuddle until he falls asleep, he doesn't ask for much but he just wants to be held and reassured.

He's kinda like a kitten after sex, he just makes little mewling and purring sounds and squishes his face up against his partner

Enough kitty dew, Sodo will do just about anything and everything with his partner

Want him to choke you? He's there in a second

Want him to cry when you fuck him? Don't even have to ask

All to say, Sodo is pretty much all game for anything his partner wants. But, I think that comes from the people pleaser in him.

Rain:

He's babygirl.

He wants to be rammed into the bed while being called pretty

Put him in some frilly lingerie and embarrass him and he'll be blushing like crazy

When he blushes, it's not only his cheeks. His chest erupts in blooms of red and pink, his ears get red like cherries, and his neck becomes a beautiful light pink.

He wants to get all hot and embarrassed in front of his partner, he wants tears to flow from his cheeks, and he especially wants them to lick said tears off of his cheeks when their done

Loves to have sex in water, sign him up for shower sex any time

He wants to be in touch with his element while his partner sucks his soul out of him, or while he shoves them against the wall and desperately fucks them

He likes to have sex in the lake that is near the Abbey, on the bank or while in the water, wants to just be in his element and in his partner

Isn't afraid of domming sometimes, he will put someone in their place and fuck them until they're crying desperate

He is very clumsy

He tends to get a lot of bruises, he wants to look at them and see how the blue, purple, and yellow stain his skin

He especially likes when his partner pushes their thumb into the bruises, a cry erupting from deep in his chest

Wants the pain to intervene with his pleasure, sting through just as he feels good

He falls a lot, he has a hard time with his exceptionally long limbs, this translates into his sex quite often

He's bendy, tied up like a human pretzel, and he wants to be treated as such. He likes pulling his knees up and holding the backs of his knees, he especially likes when Aether pushes him back, up, and over so that his knees are over his head and pushing into the bed.

Please... he's the definition of Babygirl

Mountain:

He's just so biggggg

He looms over his partner, and it comforts him to know that

His hands especially are big, can wrap them around his partner's neck and they easily cover the entire front

He likes to shove his hands in his partner's mouth, make them gag and swallow around his fingers and see the way tears prick in the corner of their eyes just from the mere size of his hands

His large size also translates to his cock, and boy does he love to watch the way his partner's body swallows him and eagerly takes him

He has a foot fetish, sorry

He loves to give foot rubs, using the excuse that he just wants to "relieve some stress" for his partner, but they both know how much it affects him

Their foot in his lap and hands, his cock is twitching in his pants, saliva is pooling in his mouth

It's not long before he's drooling over them and kissing up their legs, begging to be inside of them

He likes to be called things like, "pretty boy", "beautiful", and "little thing"

Make him feel pretty, he's so big and he's always equated with being so masculine, he wants to be someone's little toy

As much as he loves being the dominant one, he wants to be humiliated, wants to submit to someone

He wants to sob and scream for his partner, bow to their feet and worship the ground they walk on

He wants them to tell him just how bad he's been, shove his face into the ground and watch his tears dampen the carpet

I also am a firm puppy!Mountain believer.

Cumulus:

She's so soft, and everyone knows it and wants to benefit from it\

She loves when she gets to dom her partner

Likes watching tears flow down their face, especially likes when they wear mascara or eyeliner, the streams of black only encouraging her more

Likes when she gets to shove her partner's head between her thighs, not only does she enjoy the blinding pleasure they give her, but she likes that she gets to see their eyes roll back, hair get all jostled from her fingers, and tongue lapping so deliciously at her folds

She wants to see bruises on her thighs from her partner gripping her too tight

Please squish your face in her tummy and thighs, she's so soft and comfy, it's a real turn on for her if you squeeze and love these places on her

She def has a strap and uses it frequently

The boys in the pack beg for her to use it on them, hearing stories from Dew about just how rough she was on him, he couldn't walk for quite some time after

Cirrus and Sunny are very familiar with her strap and beg for it quite often

She is waiting to fucking Rora with her strap, too nervous to break her down too quick

Cirrus:

She's mommy. She expects to be called such.

She likes standing above her partner, making them feel small under her stare, shrinking into their own embarrassment

She wants to ride her partner and pretend that it isn't affecting her at all, stare in their eyes and see the tears as they form

Her fingers are dexterous, nimble, and lithe

She wants to shove her fingers in every place possible

Shoving her fingers into her partner's mouth, forcing them to swallow and gag around them, she wants them to swirl their tongue around her digits and sob as she deprives them of all sensations besides her fingers in their mouth

Shoving their fingers in their hole, watching them sob and writhe around her, their hole squeezing on her fingers

Although she wants to stretch her partner out, she doesn't plan on utilizing their hole, she wants them to impale her

She'll leave them leaking and stretched, only for her to sink onto their cock/strap

She is desperate to leave marks on her partner, scratching and sucking all over their skin. Going as far as drawing blood after digging her nails in too far

Cirrus wants to look at the marks afterwards, run her hands over the cuts and bruises with care, pressing kisses to all of the parts of their skin that are still sensitive

Aurora:

She's such a princess

Which also means she's a pillow princess, she loves when her partner takes care of her, she feels like it's proof of their dedication for her

She wants her partner to tell her how pretty she is as she lays there and takes whatever they give her, little tears pricking her eyes as she gets so incredibly overwhelmed with pleasure

She wants to be overstimulated and overwhelmed, she will take whatever her partner gives her, even if that means her body is writhing and begging for them to stop

She likes when her partner gives her hickeys all over her body, she likes when she can look at the purple blooms all across her beautiful skin

She especially likes when her partner rubs their hands all over her when she's sore after sex, pressing their fingers into the bruises forcing a small moan to leave her lips

She wants to be called such lovely names, make her feel pretty

"Princess" and "Pretty Girl"

She will also become a bit bratty if she is called anything different, when her partner calls her "messy girl" when she's got a bit of their cum dripping out of her mouth she immediately pouts and becomes a bit more resilient

She's just so soft and pretty

The pack is so gentle with her, but she snapped at Mountain one day and begged him to absolutely wreck her, that she's "not made of glass, now please fuck me"

She ended up sobbing as he folded her in half and fucked her within an inch of her life

After that, the pack was a little less gentle with her and realized that she can take more than they originally thought

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[yallaya-blog]

Ok quick breakdown as to why I think Terra and Markus have so much rivalry!! Maybe its too late for this but SPOILER WARNING FOR SHOW ONLYS 🙏 and this is super long so bear with me

Terra and Markus don’t essentially hate eachother, theyre really just envious of eachothers lives, so really theyre just too blinded by jealousy to realize they don’t really hate eachother. We see them quarrel as young children but its nothing too major (markus breaking terras ipod). However whenever they are drawn in the same scene together (cory walkers doodle blog posts or again scenes from the actual comics) theyre drawn as young adults/exiting their teenage years, and its usually in a setting were Terras ascending down from the sky and Markus laying in rubble (presumably after a fight). I feel like this could be a metaphor for Terra looking down on him with pity, and Markus looking up at her with jealousy.

Markus is jealous of Terra’s life because shes an alien who was raised on an alien planet, whos always known shes an alien. Markus is an alien raised on a human planet, and didnt even know he was an alien up until he was 4, when mark told him of Viltrum’s origins. Terra is close to the empire (that she later chose to detach from which is okay!!) and their father and Markus is envious of that, hes envious that she seems to be automatically given their fathers validation (example of this would be her being taken on missions with Mark, being put into training under the mentorship of Kregg) meanwhile he feels like he has to earn it, that it has to be rewarded (him becoming earths new Imvincible, his reason for do-goodings being in hopes their father will recognize him and be proud, and to make him feel more included with the empire and their family. Terras life had a gradual shift from quiet to loud, Markus life is relatively quiet and discrete, but he desires that loud, adventurous life of his older sister. Markus also had to BUILD UP a team or join one, it isn’t really stated if he joined the NEWER guardians of the globe or not but he definitely worked along side them, meanwhile Terra had that team support already provided when she joined the Conservation Order (brinigng it up again later!) And a canon reason why Markus envies Terra is her conception in contrast to his (this is revealed after he attacks Mark). Markus says that he feels his existence is a constant reminder that he was made with hate and that Terra was made with love. He knew that Mark always loved Terra more, and he hated himself because he felt he could never be good enough for Mark BECAUSE of his conception (fuck u an*ssa). Markus feels his mother always doomed him to be bad, and that Terra’s mother destined her for greatness, because Eve is the love of Mark’s life, and an*ssa is a woman who traumatized Mark forever. Markus strives to fit what he thinks Marks narrative of greatness would be, and his way of doing that was carrying on his legacy as Invincible. Markus could also be envious that Terra got to know their uncle and grandfather before they died, they held her, talked back, meanwhile he has to talk to a cold grave that Nolan doesn’t even rest under.

Terra is envious of Markus’ life because he grew up in a two parent household (until an*ssa died during Mark’s battle with Thragg) with an emotionally available mother he could relate to (in terms of powers and species), and the people surrounding him didnt have a distaste for him because of his species considering they didnt (at the time) know he was a Viltrumite. Terra, up until she was 5, was raised by a single mother. This ofcourse isnt Eve nor Marks fault, he didnt intend on getting sucked back into the past for 5 years by some supernatural alien, and Eve didn’t intend on allowing him to leave for YEARS. Terra, being so young, was probably too young to understand why her father wasn’t there, and having him come back into her life after forgetting any memory of him, and then having him AND Eve have to leave to fight Thragg so he can’t harm their family again. Also canon reason when Thragg, Ursaal and Onaan temporarily “killed” her parents and permanently killed Oliver, she had a massive amount of guilt (has a panic attack after Haluma and Debbie catch her training, and on her back after crashing into the ceiling instead of playing with her infant cousins). She felt as if she was too weak to intervene or didn’t try hard enough to protect her family from harm and that she had failed her uncle, or failed to be strong. She feels Olivers obligation to protect her is what killed him, and it shattered her, that she feels because of her, her cousins are now fatherless and Halumas husband is gone. And when Haluma expressed she was afraid of losing her sons next, that definitely ignited a new found fear of Terras; getting killed and having her family weigh the guilt. Markus doesn’t have to bear the guilt of Olivers death, or feel guilty, but Terra does. Terra is envious that Markus always had that father figure beside him, shes jealous that Markus’ adoptive father Scott wasn’t bombarded with missions and enemies that could potentially harm her family or prevent him from being with them. Shes also jealous that the only “father” figure in her life before Mark came back was Kubian, Eves ex and Telia’s brother, and the first person to openly show distain for her for things she cant control (being a Viltrumite and a child), Eves ex who was a piece of shit. And he made it very clear to her that he hated her, while Markus had a loving adoptive father that doted on him and Molly, while her mother’s boyfriend hated her. Terra could also be jealous of the fact that, on a very mild scale, Markus can relate to his (disgusting) mother because they are the same species, look similar, and have the same abilities. In contrast to Eve, Terra and Eve are POLAR opposites, as opposite as mother and daughter can be. Terra doesnt look like Eve (shes 100% debbie/marks clone), she doesn’t have powers similar to Eves, they aren’t even exactly the same species. Markus could look to (BARF) anissa for guidance with his powers and understanding his herritage (well before she died), Terra couldn’t look to her mother to guide her because Eve isn’t a Viltrumite, and therefore lacks the knowledge to help Terra. Terras jealous that Markus has a quiet life with his loved ones that he has the option to be 1 on 1 with, without other people or events flocking in to interrupt, and the only quality time Terra gets with her parents after Marks coronation is being on a mission, training discipline, ex.

Their reasons for envying eachother are actually pretty similar, Terras is jealous of Markus’ dad being emotionally available, Markus is jealous of Terra’s father being their to validate and guide her. They both feel the need to achieve extravagant things in order to be great (Terra going to college to join the Conservation Order to save ecosystems and different planets, Markus becoming the new Invincible, carrying on Marks legacy). They both have major fights/battles, (Terras championship battle that she won against a man more than 5x her size, and Markus fighting that shadow creature that hurled Darkwing back up after he was thought to be dead after the Invincible War concluded). They also bear familial guilt, Markus is guilty of being the product of an event that traumatized Mark for life, and Terra weighs the guilt of being a contributing cause to Olivers death, he died protecting her, and all she could do was cry, because she wasn’t strong enough to fight back, and that there was nothing she could do to save him.

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEYRE JUST LITTLE BABIES MY SILLIES I hope they have a more repaired relationship in the show as time goes on, and hopefully get more Molly screentime. I can’t wait to see what Cory’s been brewing up in his witches cauldron on his blog page for Terra and Markus HGEHEG

#invincible #HOLY SHIT THIS WAS SO LONG??? #wrote this during potty time yayyyy #terra grayson #markus murphy

[axailslink]

Mama why you got tiger stripes?

Shuri Udaku x Dora Milaje reader

Summary: You and Shuri have adopted a kid (Imani) who gets more curious by the day today he asks you about your "tiger" scars which leads to a conversation which opens some emotional scars unexpectedly with Shuri.

A/n: I guess this goes along with my Dora Milaje reader fics. (Since they're all kind of connected.)

Snippet from the fic: "He looks away as if he's going through his thoughts selecting the conversation before nodding "yes and mama said she thought you were a bad ass but you didn't want to hurt her so you held back." "

Being a Dora Milaje you are covered in scars from head to toe but your favorite and most noticeable ones are your "tiger stripes mama why do you have tiger stripes?" You glance at your arms then back at your child who's still awaiting an answer. "They're not tiger stripes your mother calls them panther scars she...when we were fighting she clawed me." The child gasps and looks at the picture of Shuri on the dining room table "mama hurt you?" You laugh and shake your head "yes bu-" "mama hurt you!?" You gently grab your son's hand "what have I told you about interrupting me when I speak Imani?" He purses his lips and nods "sorry mama" you nod "you're fine however remember when I told you how me and mama met?" He looks away as if he's going through his thoughts selecting the conversation before nodding "yes and mama said she thought you were a bad ass but you didn't want to hurt her so you held back." You raise your brow at his choice of words "mama said it" you smile and brush it off "well mama was just titled Black panther and queen at the time while I was titled the best hand to hand combat fighter in the Dora. Okoye... You remember auntie Okoye?" He nods "yes she's strong and super bad-sorry" you shake your head "well...Okoye thought that I needed some sort of reminder that I was reckless and I had a reckless way of thinking." You remember you're talking to a child rephrasing your words "she decided that since I thought I was grown and could go off plan that she'd leave me with the busy work training your mama." Imani smiles and nods "how was she?"

"Your mother was something else she was intimidating but I loved that she challenged me and did not hold back that's how I got these marks you see?" You show him your arms before lifting your shirt and showing him your tummy and waist. "Mama did you bad. Did she mean to hurt you?" How should you explain to a child that training is all about being hurt and learning from it. "Every scar is a lesson the ones on my arm remind me not to underestimate anyone your mother did mean to hurt me but only in training." He nods but curse him for having his mother's way of thinking "the scars on your tummy and waist they're fresher... Do you both still train?" You think back to how you got "those" scars because you weren't fighting when that happened. Your face immediately goes warm with the thoughts after your first date and how the night ended. If saved by the bell was a person it is Shuri as she walks into the home and immediately picks you up kissing all over your face with her keys and bag still in hand. "I thought you had queenly duties to attend to" she smiles "I finished for now but you know the job is never done." You nod "your son wants to know about our scars" Imani nods and Shuri smiles "okay like what scars?" Imani glances at you as he says "well mama Y/n has black panther scars all over her body do you have any scars?" Shuri nods slowly.

"Yes, would you like to know my favorite?" Imani nods eagerly but Shuri points to the middle of her forehead where her skin has this small almost unnoticeable dip "that scar kind of sucks mama" Shuri scoffs and laughs "your uncle would say different I got this when me and T'Challa were kids we were... Hectic never sat still for a minute our mother-" "mother Ramonda" Shuri nods and continues "yes our mother told us many times this day to stop running around be still we did not listen I ran until I hit my head against our wooden table it cut a gash through my forehead." Imani becomes more engrossed in the story but pats her leg "hold on" Imani runs out of the room leaving the both of you with blank looks on your faces he returns with a bag of chips and juice "continue" Shuri can't help but laugh at how much she reminds him of you even though you aren't really related. But what do relations have to do with family love? You sit on her lap and listen to the story too.

"C'mon mama continue" Shuri smiles as you sit on her lap "my mother was pissed like the little cartoon fuming at the ears pissed. She grabbed me by my ear and did the same to T'Challa because he was older and as she'd say "should have known better. T'Challa took the blame saying it had nothing to do with me that he pushed me into the table which wasn't true. Mother knew this of course but she admired that he would lie for me when it wasn't something T'Challa did not even as a kid." Imani smiles. "wow uncle T'Challa seems kind of cool I wish I could have met him" you can see Shuri get teary eyed for a moment "I..." Shuri gasps as she gently taps your thigh causing you to get up and she gently pushes past you and walks into your shared bedroom. "What's wrong with mama?" You and Shuri don't believe in sugar coating anything for him so you tell him "your mother never really took his death well whenever she thinks about it she can only imagine how upset he would have been if he had known just how much she spiraled out of control." Imani nods "I want to make her feel better" you nod "me too what do you think we should do?" Imani hums "I could give her some of my chips and we could give her cuddles they always make me happy." You smile at his innocence and nod.

You both approach you and Shuri's bedroom to see her laying in bed you can hear her sniffling as you open the door. She quickly sits up and wipes her face but Imani is quick to climb the bed and come up to hug her "I'm sorry mama you want a chip?" Shuri smiles and nods. "Sure Imani give me a chip" you can see her eyes tearing up more as she looks at Imani "you would have loved to meet him he was pretty cool." Imani smiles "yeah but my mama is pretty cool too can you not cry anymore? It makes me sad?" Shuri nods "yeah I'm done crying." You climb in bed behind her "good because we both know that death is not the end." She nods as you slip your arms around them both. Right." She mumbles into your neck.

A/n: didn't look over this and wrote this between classes so enjoy.

#shuri imagine #shuri x reader #shuri black panther #shuri angst #princess shuri #black panther shuri #letitia wright shuri #mcu shuri #queen shuri #shuri fanfiction #shuri fic #shuri fluff #shuri udaku #shuri udaku x reader #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x you #shuri x oc #shuri x y/n #shuri x f!reader #shuri udaku x black!reader #shuri #black panther wakanda forever #black panther imagine #black panther x reader #black panther #black panther fics #letitia wright x black!reader #letitia wright #letitia wright x reader #marvel imagine

[xerith-42]

pls talk more about doll shadowknight headcanons i love hearing about them

Hey council, I uhh, I may have cooked something up @gonedreaminggg @cinnamontoastcroonch @laurencezvahlslefteyebrow I'm gonna mash my two favorite headcanons together watch this--

Shadow Knight Musician Struggle Time!!

Laurance trying to play the lyre after the doll effects start kicking in and his hand just goes limp mid song. He can't do anything about it and just feels so ill about the whole situation. Garroth tells him that it's okay, that his playing before was great, but it's still kinda a cowabummer.

Vylad practicing his ocarina along and suddenly their lips get stuck around it as Vylad's body just freezes. He's on his own at this point, but it still sucks. He had a real jam going.

Hatsune help me, what if Sasha was a musician before her death? I could totally see Sasha playing the violin when she was younger, giving up on it so she could become a guard or whatever, but when she comes across an abandoned violin, she decides to take it and practice it again. And while she's playing one day, her hand stops moving, as does her arm. Just frozen in place. Her grip on the bow was loose in the first place, and in the silence left by the sudden stop of her music, the bow clatters to the ground.

If she's unlucky, it could even fall from the roof of the fortress she's playing on and land in the lava pools below. Then again if that happened, the instant Sasha got control of her body again she would go beat the fuck out of the Shadow King with her bare hands. It's hard to get musical instruments when you're literally stuck in hell and it's one of the few things that brings her solace.

Just had a wicked and evil thought, we characterized Gene with his porcelain scar, but what if we applied that same idea to someone else? Zenix is like a puppet on his strings, right? What if one day he glanced down at his wrists and found red lines wrapped around them? As if the strings are digging into his skin. And this is after he's already "cut himself free" from the Shadow King's control and is killing Shadow Knights. A chilling reminder that he still isn't in control.

After a bad fight his healing powers come into play, but it leaves a permanent stitch mark where his flesh came back together. Not the way a scar from stitching normally looks, but like a rushed stitch you did on a piece of fabric to get it functional but not pretty. It never goes away, nobody can see it from under his armor, but Zenix knows. He knows it's there.

I know before I said Vylad has compeltely limp states like Laurance, and that's still a thing, but I want to tweak the flavor. I'm imagining Vylad as like a

This fucking thing. That's Vylad. Sometimes only one of his joints stops working instead of the entire limb. Bro will be climbing trees and then their left elbow just goes backwards. Whoops it's not supposed to do that! Vylad is honestly not too bothered by this after the third time it happens, bro just gets used to it.

Everyone else (especially Garroth) is understandably very thrown off by this suddenly happening. Like it's one thing for Laurance's arm to go numb and act like it's out of socket, it's another thing for Vylad's arm to be able to bend backwards with seemingly no physical pain caused to him. He keeps trying to assure everyone that this is just ab symptom of being a shadow knight, and it's only Laurance who really gets it. The phrase "all dolled up" might as well be a universal trigger of Shadow Knights. Cadenza says it in reference to Laurance while she's helping him get ready for Kenmur's wedding, and while she instantly knows she fucked up and Laurance can see that, it still makes him stiff. His hands twitch as if to make sure it didn't start just from her saying the phrase. References to dolls start to fade out of the vocabulary of the alliance and its members over time. Largely because everyone has respect for either Vylad, Laurance, or Vincent and doesn't want to potentially upset them. The whole doll thing is a pretty sensitive subject.

Speaking of Vincent, as we've established, the doll stuff happens regardless of whether they're premature or not. I think that it happens less if you've answered the calling, but it still happens. Vincent gives me the vibes of like a voodoo doll almost. So he definitely gets the randomly limp limbs sometimes, but sometimes he just can't open his mouth, as if it were sewn shut. Oh that's awful oh my Irene this headcanon has caused so much pain.

I have other stuff to say on the Vincent as a voodoo doll thing but... Wow what the fuck that's horrifying. Like the first time that happens is maybe after he's answered the calling but still doesn't fully understand what he is. He's trying to explain it, nearly screaming to try and fight against it, clawing at his face to try and tear it off-- Wowie Minecraft Diaries really lends itself to body horror. I didn't even plan to write that sentence but as I was writing it I remembered the very popular headcanon about Shadow Knights having claws or at least sharper nails that could easily tear skin and yeah wow what the actual fuck.

Uhm, on a better (??) note, I think this means Vincent sometimes just gets random stabbing pains in his body with seemingly no cause. I feel like this might be connected to the Shadow King, but then also could somehow connect to the other divine? Idk about that part I just think the idea of Aph growing her angel wings causing Vincent to feel some form of pain in his back as a response would be weird and net. Vincent is weird and neat, sorry for low key mutilating him.

Have fun incorporating those scars into your next redesign!

#The doll headcanon strikes again #I can't get over that I wrote that #I'm so serious when I say I need a design of vincent with those scars #it's eating me alive #text post #minecraft diaries #laurance zvahl #minecraft diaries laurance #aphblr #mcd headcanons #aphverse #doll headcanon #vylad ro'meave #mcd vylad #mcd laurance #mcd #mcd sasha #mcd zenix #mcd gene #mcd vincent #why is that not a tag #I will make an entire vincent appreciation post right now if I have to #i'll fuckin do it right now #queued post #answering asks #angst

[the-goldenboy]

DADDY (Grayson Dolan x Male Reader)

Face claims for Mason and Madison below

Mason Capelli sighed as he sat in a house party, at the bar. He threw a shot back, before looking towards his best friend, Madison.

"You're not going to have a drink?" Mason asked his best friend and Madison shook her her head. "Come on why not? They have a bar!" Mason said and Madison chuckled at her best friend. She smiled, getting herself two drinks. One for her and one for Mason.

"Do you think he knows we're seventeen?" The girl asked her friend, chuckling. Mason laughed with her, shaking his head.

"He probably doesn't even care." Mason said and Madison laughed with her best friend, as she took a drink from her cup. "See any guys you like?" The boy asked and Madison chuckled shaking her head.

"Not yet, you?" Madison chuckled and Mason let his eyes travel to a boy across the room, who was looking at him.

"Yeah, maybe a few..." Mason said with a smirk as he looked away from the boy. He had also seen a few other guys that he found attractive.

"Are you gonna go for him?" Madison asked and Mason shrugged taking another drink from his cup.

"I don't know, maybe- definitely looks like he could be fun." Mason said eyeing the boys ass after he had turned to the side. "Not bad..." The boy said before turning back towards his friend with a smirk and taking a drink from the glass. Madison smiled before taking a sip of her drink as well.

Madison went to give the two boys a look again, but her eyes slightly widened when she saw them coming over.

"They're coming over here." Madison quickly said and Mason smirked as they came closer.

"Hey, I'm Ethan- this is my brother, Grayson..." One of the boy's, now known as Ethan said, putting out his hand. First Madison shook it, then Mason.

"I'm Madison..." Madison said and looked at Mason who had a smirk on his face, as Grayson went to shake her hand next, before stopping at Mason.

"My names, Mason..." Mason grabbed the boy's hand to shake it, smirking as he leaned into whisper into Grayson's ear. "But, sometimes it's daddy." He whispered and as he pulled back, he saw that Grayson was a blushing mess. He smirked, at the boy.

"So what do you guys do?" Madison asked when the two sat down. Ethan turned towards her, opening his mouth to speak.

"We make YouTube videos." Ethan said and Mason and Madison nodded their heads, taking in the info. "What about you guys?" The boy asked and Mason spoke.

"We post on Instagram and people seem to like our photos." Mason said and Madison chuckled.

A bit went by, before Mason sighed and opened his mouth to speak.

"I'm gonna go upstairs, see if there's any empty rooms, that we could probably sleep in." The boy said and Madison nodded her head.

Mason smirked as he walked up the stairs and into a room. He stood against by the dresser drawer by the door.

A couple of minutes went by before there was a light knock on the door and in walked someone. He smirked as he looked towards the door and saw Grayson.

"Hey..." Grayson said as he closed and Mason smirked walking towards the boy.

"Let's not waste time by talking..." Mason said pulling the boy in and going to kiss his neck, which Grayson immediately reciprocated to.

Grayson moaned as the other boy bit and sucked, leaving marks became and there was a small voice in his head reminding him that he would have to cover up the marks. Multiple in fact. Grayson did the same, but he didn't leave as many.

Grayson was breathless as the boy pulled back, with a look in his eye. Mason smirked at the boy, before he pushed down on Grayson's shoulder, making the boy go to his knees.

"Now you're not bad at leaving hickies, but let's see what else you're good at..." Mason said smirking as unbuckled his jeans and unbuttoned them, pulling them down a little bit revealing his underwear briefs that left very little to the imagination. Grayson gulped a little, looking at the the bulge in the boy's underwear. "Do you not wanna do this? This isn't your first time is it?" Mason asked when Grayson looked nervous. He wasn't gonna force the guy and he didn't have a problem if it was the guys first time, but he hoped it hadn't been.

"No, no, I do- just- this is the biggest I've saw..." Grayson said and Mason smirked as the boy said that. He let out a moan as the boy palmed him through his briefs.

Grayson took a deep breath as he pulled down Mason's briefs, revealing the boy's large member.

He stroked it a little making Mason moan. He looked up at the boy as he enveloped the member in his warm mouth, which made a moan come from Mason.

"Yes, fuck just like that." Mason said in a hushed tone, and Grayson didn't know why, but for some reason that motivated him so much. He never had a praise kink or anything, but he was on his knees and he had Mason's dick in his mouth, and for some reason the words made him feel good. He continued making his head go up and down, and making sure to put effort in it, as he moved his hands to his own pants, unbuttoning them, and reaching in his underwear and pulling his own member out, stroking it as he went up and down Mason's length.

He looked up at Mason as he tried to bring his mouth over the whole member, gagging as it hit the back of his throat and making tears prick at his eyes.

"Yep, good, good, all the way..." Mason muttered as he pushed Grayson's head all the way down, his own head hitting the door lightly, as he threw it back and moaned. He let go of the boy's head, as he saw him turning a little red, letting the boy catch his breath and regain color.

"Fuck..." Grayson moaned out of breath, finding this so hot. He took the member back into his mouth, morning around it which made Mason feel even more better. He continued stroking his member.

"Yeah, doing such a good job sucking me off, just like that." Mason said as he thrusted in and out of Grayson's mouth, a little bit.

"Ahh..." Grayson let out a moan and a cry of pleasure, as well as shock as he reached his peak and stroked himself through it. He didn't expect that to happen, and he wasn't mad about it. The boy's voice did something to him.

After a couple more minutes, Mason pushed him away a little bit looking down at him with lust filled eyes. Grayson looked up at the boy wondering why he had stopped him.

"Where do you want it?" The boy said and Grayson was a little confused before understood what the boy meant and engulfed the member back into his mouth bobbing his head up and down, trying to get the boy to his peak. He felt Mason's hand in his hair. "Oh, fuck I'm gonna come - I'm coming!" Mason moaned out as he released into the boy's mouth, hitting the back of Grayson's throat, Grayson swallowing it all.

Mason leaned against the door for a couple of minutes before he looked down at Grayson smiling.

"So, you're not a virgin right?" Mason asked as he lead the boy to the bed. Grayson shook his head.

"No, no, I'm not." The boy said and he sounded kind of nervous. "I just- I don't usually bottom..." The boy said and Mason sighed.

"I don't bottom at all. Do you wanna do it or not though, if not I should go." Mason spoke and Grayson immediately nodded his head. "When was the last time time you had anything in here?" Mason said as he pushed the boy on the bed and flipped him over, looking at his amazing ass, as he pulled the boys pants all the way off

"A week or two ago... My fingers..." Grayson said becoming a little shy. He didn't hear anything, but he felt the boy press a finger into his entrance. "Oh, fuck!" Grayson moaned grabbing the pillow and biting it.

When he was sure Grayson was good enough, Mason added a second finger, going in and out, trying to prepare the boy.

Soon Grayson had three fingers in him and he was pushing back onto Masons fingers, writhing in pleasure.

"Oh, fuck please!" Grayson moaned as he pushed himself on Mason's fingers, wanting something else. Mason took his fingers out, smirking as he he heard the boy whimper at the loss, as well as pushing his ass towards Mason.

Mason reached down to his jeans that were half down, and into the pocket- grabbing a condom.

"Let's see..." Mason spoke as he looked in the drawer, hoping to find something he could use as lube he thanked the lord, when he found a small bottle of lubricant. He looked at Grayson, smirking. "You ready?" The boy asked and Grayson nodded his head fast.

"Yes..." Grayson moaned out ready for it to start. Mason opened the condom taking it out and carefully putting it on his member. After making sure the the condom was on alright, he squirted some lube on the condom, as well as his fingers, and rubbing some at Grayson's entrance.

"Okay..." Mason spoke as he positioned his member at the boys member and slowly pushed in, hearing the boy making sounds.

"Oh, fuck!" Grayson cried out, tears coming to the corners of his eyes, as he wasn't used to something this big. He bit the pillow as he felt the boy get all the way in. He appreciated the fact that Mason stayed still, to let him get used to the size. "Okay, move." Grayson said and Mason pulled out, almost all the way before he went back in and started thrusting in and out of the boy, both of them moaning.

"Yeah, you like that?" Mason said and Grayson nodded his head, but he shouldn't have because mason slapped his ass making him moan and muttered the words. "Words!" And Grayson moaned even more.

"Yes oh, my god, I love it..." Grayson moaned meeting the boys thrusts. "Ooh, fuck me-..." The boy moaned as Mason grabbed his hips, going a little faster and harder. It still hurt a little, but there was pleasure.

"What's my name?" Mason smirked looking down at the boy to see if he had remembered what he had said when they met. Grayson muttered something, moaning out as he continued meeting Mason's thrusts. "I can't hear you!" Mason smirked going harder making the boy whine out in pleasure and a little pain maybe.

"Daddy, oh, fuck it's daddy..." Grayson moaned and cried out as he came for a second time, which made Mason smirk as he started speeding up his thrusts as well as making them harder.

"Fuck, you're so good!" Mason moaned as he continue to thrust into the boy hard. Grayson a moaning mess. Thank God for the music around the house, because everyone would hear him.

Grayson felt himself reaching another peak as they continued. He couldn't believe it. He was being fucked out of this world, but he had never had something that made him release this many times, especially without him trying or getting himself there.

He let out a cry as he came for the third time that night. Or at least he assumed it was the third, he couldn't keep track anymore.

"Oh, god I'm so close, fuck." Mason moaned as his thrusts started getting faster and and harder.

"Oh, fuck." Grayson whined and moaned out, the slapping of skin hitting skin being heard. Grayson knew that he would no doubt be in pain tomorrow and probably for a few days, but in the moment he thought it was worth it.

"Oh, fuck- oh, my god!" Mason moaned as he reached his peak, and released into the condom, with hard thrusts. He also noticed that Grayson had hit his peak a fourth time, he smirked as pulled out and noticed that the boy was twitching, moaning. He pulled off the condom and tied it before throwing it in the trash.

"Oh, my god..." Grayson muttered in a hushed tone as he finally was able to gain control and he stopped twitching. "That was- oh, my god." The boy said and Mason smirked.

"Thanks..." Mason said cheekily as he pulled up his underwear and adjusted himself, so he was comfortable, before pulling up his pants. "Do you want me to tell your brother to meet you up here or something?" Mason asked as he helped the boy who was laid on the bed, pull his pants up.

"No, I- I got it, I just need a minute." Grayson said and went to get up, but he almost fell. Thankfully, Mason caught him.

"Dude, maybe you should sit down for a bit, I don't mean to sound cocky, but you're probably gonna be in pain and hard to walk for a bit." Mason said as he sat the boy down on the bed. It was the least he could do. Although, he really should get out of here, he didn't wanna give the boy the wrong idea. "Anyway, uh it was nice- I'm gonna go though." Mason spoke and walked out of the room. He saw Madison at the stairs and smiled as he walked towards her.

"Hey, how did that go?" Madison asked with a smirk and Mason smirked as well.

"You don't even wanna know..." Mason said before they found a room to sleep in. They spent the night talking about how the night had went, before they fell asleep.

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