#the giver was deep wasn't that deep okay

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

If it's okay with you can you continue the series where Gojo was giver the reader "lessons." I love that series so much, you did an amazing job writing it😭 I would love to see more parts of that series.

I'm so glad you're enjoying them! However I believe I may be running out of ideas for lessons, so I may have to call this one the last part of the series. But you are still more than welcome to request anything else, my friend.

Title: A Hands on Lesson: Lesson 3 (A continuation from Lesson Two)

Characters: Gojo x m!reader

Contains: light BDSM, blindfolding, fingering, praise/degradation, pet names(love), orgasm control/denial

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

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"Alright, are you all situated?" Satoru's voice after moments of silence settled your nerves, your position, however, not helping.

Your head rested on a couple soft pillows, eyes once again shielded with Satoru's signature eyecloth(you both had agreed it was a thrilling addition to the sessions), and arms gently tied behind you as your lower half was propped on a support foam pillow to help keep you up without getting tired. The perfect doggy style position for a novice like you, posed in a way where Satoru could properly teach you.

Speaking of...

"I-I'm alright. But...uh...w-what's...the lesson this time?"

Satoru's fingers gently brushed up your bare leg, the limb flinching from the touch. They glided up from the spot, leaving your skin already aching for more of his touch.

"Let's see..." The way Satoru spoke was like he was counting on his fingers. "You handled receving and giving a handjob, excelled in giving a blowjob...now..." Pausing, it felt like his presence was gone, but he simply positioned himself by your exposed ear, causing you to gasp softly from the change of position. "Now...The lesson is taking me, and controlling yourself...~"

As he initially listed the tasks you had done, your face grew redder with every one, embarrased by the words alone, but you didn't dare speak against him, unsure of when the game has started. Between sessions, he had teased before how he wouldn't tell you when he'd start, but you would know, so he insisted you keep on your best behavior. He also reminded you that the safeword would always apply, no matter whether or not he was in his role or not.

As you were in your thoughts, something cold pressed against your awaiting hole. One of Satoru's fingers, coated with lube, was prodding at the tight rings, as if urging you to open.

"Now just relax, alright? Otherwise the rest of this will hurt."

Putting all trust into him, you did as he suggested, your body relaxing against the soft pillows below you. Thanks to that, paired with the lube, Satoru was able to slip the one finger inside, causing you to tense once again before returning to your relaxed position.

"Good boy~ I promise this will make everything feel much better..."

His movements were slow and careful, easing himself in and out of you. The sensation was strange but not unwelcome. On occasion, you let out an audible breath, especially as Satoru hit a deep spot inside, and with every little sound you made, he would praise you.

As he felt it was easy to move a single finger, he soon paired it with another, your hips suddenly grinding against the support pillow in tandem with his motions. Your moans were a bit louder than earlier, a smirk growing on Satoru's lips.

"Oh, look at you. So desperate, huh?"

His tone of voice told you he had long slipped into his role, setting your body aflame. He watched as your hips continued to gyrate, your cock pressing against the edge of the pillow for him to view. Your hands clenched into fists, nails digging into your skin from merely two fingers. Your actions would soon come to a stop as Satoru's also halted.

"Did I say you could move?"

His voice wasn't dark, but it was definitely a warning. Panting lightly, you shook your head, swallowing down pooling saliva from the side of your mouth.

"N-No, sir."

"Good. Stay still."

With that said, he resumed his actions, curling his fingers around, spreading them, thrusting them. You were lost in this light bliss for what felt like awhile, the two fingers having stretched you enough for them to have plenty of room. Within time, he stopped once more, but with less time in between than last. A third finger joined, and the stretch burned lightly, though it was quickly shrouded with pleasure as he moved once more.

"Fuck...~ Look at you. Three fingers? How much of a slut are you~?" The word sent a jolt to your cock, precum having already began leaking from the tip. You weren't expecting it, but you weren't complaining; it felt thrilling.

As you were reeling from the new sensation, Satoru spoke once more.

"What, can't talk anymore? Is this all it takes to ruin you~?"

You were brought back to reality, lightly shaking your head once more. "N-No, I'm sorry." A sudden thrust of his fingers caused you to cry out, your hips subconsciously grinding against the pillow once more. You were quick to realize your mistake. "N-No sir!"

"Hah...~ Good boy. You learn quick~"

His fingers then left you, leaving you empty with a soft whine. Satoru didn't keep you waiting, and you felt hands spread your cheeks, a larger object prodding your stretched and aching hole. He asked if you were ready, and with your consenting nod, Satoru filled you, your ass taking him down to the hilt thanks to the stretching. As he let out a groan, you had let out a blissful cry, fighting the urge to grind your hips once more.

"F-Fuck~ God you feel amazing. I knew you could take my cock like this." Your body shook with anticipation, patiently waiting for Satoru to move. Noting this, he pressed his chest to your back, his warm skin coming into contact with your blazing body. "Are you ready, love?"

One extra reassurance, but honestly, despite how respectful it was, it was unneeded. You nodded nearly the moment he stopped speaking. You had been ready the moment he entered you. Sitting up, Satoru placed a firm but gentle hand on the back of your neck as he began to cycle his hips into you, the movements almost precise. His hand placement, his movements, all of it nearly made you lose it, your cock throbbing painfully against the pillow. You needed a touch, friction, anything. You were desperate to the point you started to grind your hips again.

The action didn't go unnoticed, Satoru slightly increasing his speed as he watched.

"Nngh...~ Yeah you're desperate...~ Can't...last a moment of fun without w-wanting your cock touched, huh?"

Your eyes were rolling under the blindfold, nails digging into your palms. His hand placement only grew in firmness, not by a lot, but it felt like it was the only thing keeping you mentally in place, like a leash keeping you connected.

Without an answer, Satoru simply continued his thrusts, degranding phrases of how dirty you were slipping out only to be replaced with praises of your work, of taking it as well as you were.

All of it was enough to tighten the coil in your stomach, your moans pitching in sound. It was a familiar feeling, one you were able to proclaim.

"G-Gonna...cum~! S-Satoru--S-Sir I--"

"No."

The denial brought you back down, your body shaking with the urge to already let loose. "P-Please!"

It didn't help that Satoru's movements hadn't stopped. You were about to burst, yet he insisted on continuing.

"Y-You cum when I say. That's part of the lesson~" His voice was breathy. "Don't move o-on your own...a-and don't cum. You can do that, right~?"

"S-Satoru, please!"

At your plea, the movements stopped, and your approaching orgasm would gradually leave.

"Alright, then I'll stop...~" Satoru's voice wasn't upset, but teasing. If you couldn't handle it, he'd stop, leaving you there to lose your orgasm. His hands now resting on your bound hands, not to untie them, but to simply rest there.

"N-No, Sato--S-Sir I...I-I can handle it, please!"

You really were desperate to have him move inside, but he would ignore your pleas until he figured enough time had gone by.

"Still feel like you have to cum?"

Realizing it wasn't there, you groaned softly, shaking your head.

Gently gripping the binds, he used your arms as a leverage, using it to pull you closer to him to bury deeper into you. Just as you were before he stopped moving, you were quick to fall back into the mess you were, your ass clenching around his cock, as if begging him not to stop again. It didn't take long for your orgasm to return, in which you'd announce it once more.

"J-Just hold off a bit longer," Satoru breathed, repositioning himself to once again press his body into you. His hands rested on your shoulders, not in a way to press you down, but another leverage spot for him. This way, he could focus on his hips, losing himself inside of you in a sticky mess. You tried your best to hold off, but it only inched closer.

"S-Sir, I-I can't! I-I need to cum--!"

As if answering your prayers, Satoru replied, "C-Cum with me~!"

Another moment more and you would have came without his permission. Before your mind went white, you thanked the gods for the reprieve, cum roping out from your cock onto the pillow as your body shook with bliss. You let out heavy, moan-filled panting as your felt your ass fill with Satoru's cum, feeling Satoru himself pant heavily against you with soft groans of each release.

You had to admit, Satoru was an excellent teacher. You'd be sure to tell him that whenever you'd awaken from this experience.

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[lvlyghost]

Salvation

Pairings: John Price x F!Reader

Summary: after a few months since his last visit, john finally gets the chance to see the girl.

Word Count: 1.7k

tw: fluff, angst, allusion to human trafficking, NCA, terrified girls. nothing too descriptive. bad english and poor grammar as usual. if i missed anything just lmk💕

A/N: so this took a little longer since it was supposed to come out during the weekend. i was planning on making it longer but didn't, maybe a second part could happen🐸 anyway, i love price✨🩵!

Masterlist✨ | Part 2

She hears it while cooking her homemade cherry pie. As far as she recalls, no one was supposed to come today. No. Officer Davis came that morning at eight o'clock like he always did. He had handed her some new books she's been wanting to read for a few months now and was kind enough to buy for her.

Since she wasn't allowed to give her address to anyone,and let alone type it on some random website, she was always asking officer Davis for favors. He was truly an amazing man. Although, even if they ever let her do such thing, giver her some freedom, who would want to go to the house in the middle of the forest to drop off a package?

Freedom. She scoffs. Such a strange word.

Making her way out of the room she walks towards the front door, but not before taking the remote that was given to her by the NCA. All it takes is pressing the red button twice and she'll have the whole police in her doorway. She stands behind the white wooden door, hesitating. Her heart begins to race, feeling it beat against her ribcage.

What if someone had finally found her location?

I can't go back there.

Frozen in her place, hand barely touching the doorknob and tears gathering in the corner of her eyes.

"It's me, sweetheart." A deep voice comes from the other side. "It's okay. I'm sorry for not coming sooner."

John.

She mumbles his name, like a prayer, and then opens the door.

He stands there, tall and broad. The same baby blues that saved her a year ago looking back at her. The lines on his forehead soften at the mere sight of the girl. He's wearing that black beanie that once sat atop of her head when the winter had begun that first time he visited her here.

The only other one that knew where to find her. Because she knew, they all knew, he'd do anything for her.

-

John can hear the river outside the old house. The rustling of leaves moving against the wind, soon it'll be dark. The humid weather making his green shirt stick to his skin layered with sweat. He inhales deeply. This mission. This fucking mission has been going far too long. But everything they found les the task force to this very place. He goes room by room, entering with his gun aiming ahead and the safety off. Always.

Despite not having execute authority he wanted nothing more than to put several bullets in their bodies. Whomever they were.

A creak echoes on the second floor so he rushes upstairs stealthily. The place above doesn't look much better that the bottom part of the house. There's a weird smell in the air. Like blood and death.

After checking the first room, the bathroom and all the cabinets just in case he sighs.

"Only got one room left to check. Anything out there?" He waits for an answer, in the middle of the bedroom. The mattress was torn and dirty. He thinks of all the atrocities that must've taken place there.

"Negative, Captain. Got you on my sight just in case." Ghost's monotone voice interrupts the eerie silence engulfing his surroundings.

"Copy."

The radio dies and John walks to the next door across the hallway. Except it's locked.

Of course.

"Last door locked. I'm going in. Gaz, Soap you're in position?" He asks

"Aye sir. Both ready."

Next thing that happens is a bullet. He shoots the doorknob and the door bursts open with a loud sound of his firearm.

And screams.

Terrified screams and cries from... girls. At least seven of them. Price swallows hard, his eyes scanning the room when they land on the girl shielding a younger one. She's terrified, shaking, yet still looks him in the eye imploring to be saved.

-

She's hugging him in an instant, almost making him stumble back on his steps, but embraces her body nevertheless.

"What took you so long?" She asks, her face resting on his hard chest. Price can feel the softness of her skin against his calloused hands.

"Special Ops." She smells like strawberry and caramels. Pulling away so he can look her in the eyes. "How're you doin' love?"

Her heart skips a beat. Never gets tired of hearing Price calling her that.

"Come in and I'll tell you."

Taking his hand she guides him to the kitchen where the pie is almost finished. John drops his duffel bag on the wooden floor, contemplating her small form moving around effortlessly.

"I got some new books this morning. Turns out I've been missing a lot. Davis was kind enough to bring them since... you know." She shrugs.

"They're still not letting you out?" He asks with a serious tone.

"Nah. Might be dangerous." Taking out the pie from the oven she places it on the counter between the two. Price doesn't say anything for a moment, merely looking at her, pondering. "The boys are alright?"

"Yeah." He nods,"Had to drag one or two out of a burning building but that's not new."

She laughs softly, taking a seat, motioning for him to do the same. He obliges.

"How long do you think they'll keep me here, John?" It's a genuine question. It's only been a few months. A year, almost.

"Love..." he sighs. "It's complicated. I don't know much."

"Yeah but, but once they're all captured..." she stammered.

Price could never say he understands what she's going through. What she endured was beyond him. Whenever he thought of it it just made him want burn the fucking bastards. All of them.

"I promise you this. Once it's safe for you I'll personally come and give you the news. And we'll go wherever you desire, yeah?" Although it's not entirely what she wanted, she could wait a little bit longer. John had never let her down. He saved her and in all honesty she'd trust him with her life. "I'll tell you what." He stands up, making the small kitchen look even smaller with his tall form. "Have you heard about the town fair?"

Her eyes light up.

"No... is, is that..."

"Let's go." She doesn't move. "Why don't you go get ready."

"John, I'm not supposed to leave the house you know that, I mean I want to, but... you said..." She's mortified, yet excited. A breath of fresh air. That's what that man meant for her. No one ever cared about her like he did.

"I've got contacts, love. I don't need their permission. For all that matters you're safer with me. Come on, out we go." He points to the front door. "I'm a patient man but don't keep me waiting for too long eh."

-

He was right.

It was a sight to behold.

John watches her eating the snack he got for her. She loved sweets so much therefore he couldn't let this opportunity pass. When was the last time she got to experience something like this? Sometimes so simple.

Something so mundane.

Her eyes are glimmering whenever she looks at the different attractions at the fair. John takes a long drink from his beer bottle. Right hand finding her lower back whenever she's about to bump into some other person when she's distracted.

"You like it huh?" She looks at him confused. He points the stuffed otter in her left hand. A smile crossed her features.

"I do. And I still don't know how you did it... I mean, I guess being in the military does help when you try to shoot a moving horse toy at the fair to win something." She laughs, embarrassed about what she just said. She thinks she sounds stupid, almost making her want to hit her head against the nearest tree.

He smiles, the wrinkles on the corner of his eyes more prominent than the last time she'd seen him.

"I guess it does, love." He agrees wholeheartedly.

"How long are you going to stay?"

Price looks down at her when she stops before the ferris wheel. The wind blows her hair swiftly. What was that in the air? Her perfume?

"For as long as I can, dear." He takes a strand of hair in his hand, and gently put it behind her ear.

There she is.

"John..." she breathes. "I feel so lonely when you're gone." The grip on the stuffed animal tightens. "I've no one. If it wasn't for you..."

"No." He gently reprimands her. "Don't say another word. With or without me you'll be fine, love."

"What if I don't want to be fine when you're not around?" He's silent, yet his mind is so loud. "You saved me, John." She states. "Any other person would just continue with their lives. You were just doing your job. Another one in the endless missions you're assigned." Swallowing, she asks: "Why are you still here? Why do you keep coming back?"

He doesn't answer the question right away, instead looks over her head, lost in his own thoughts as he shifts his weight from one foot to another. He then clears his throat and looks back at her, who's waiting with wide eyes and lips slightly parted. She was right. Any other day John would've turned page. He would sure remember, after all these are stories that will stick with him until his last day. What made this mission different?

"I think you know bloody well why."

-

Price helps her sit inside the helicopter to get medical attention. Feeling her weak body trembling even under the black blanket she was tightly wrapped in. He had carried her body all the way outside from that house when she collapsed. The adrenaline running through her system disappearing when she realized they were being rescued at last.

Simon had side eyed his Captain when he didn't let anyone take the girl from him. Why her? He couldn't say. So he went away and led one of the other girls out of there instead with Soap's help.

"There's nothing to be afraid anymore, kid." He reassured her, voice soft trying not to startle her more than she already was. "We got you. All of you."

Her big eyes once terrified and filled with tears of despair finally saw the light at the end. It was him. What she always prayed for. Salvation.

It was staring back at her.

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[uyuforu]

Hey I read somewhere that virgo lilith have v1rg1n k1nk.is it true? Your analysis are great.

Jungkook's Lilith Analysis

-> It didn't precise if it was to study Jungkook's chart, I don't know much, it could be a coincidence! But Jungkook's Lilith is in Virgo lol, so in any cases, let's discuss this while analyzing this aspect on his chart!

What is Lilith?

-> Lilith in astrology represents deep desires, taboo, s3xual liberation, inner bad bitch (lol), fears, inner potential. It's literally everything that is hidden, even from you.

Lilith in Virgo

-> Lilith in Virgo means there is a huge need for perfection. These people may have an obsession for perfection. But it can be tricky, because whatever they do and even if they work their hardest, they may never be satisfied. They always feel like they can do better. So they may be very critical to themselves but even to others. These people think honest criticism is good, and may not see how harsh they can be sometimes. Their attention to details is insane. Very good at analysis. Okay, another thing about this placement. His Lilith conjunct his sun, meaning there could be something with his father. Like, his father could find JK being similar to him when he was young about something and not like it. It must be like "now that I am older, I see that I was like you younger, and it wasn't a good thing, you shouldn't be like that", something like that. Ah, and. The conjunction with the sun also makes them have a big ego, so they need a lot of attention from their partner. Coming back to Lilith Virgo placement, it makes these people loveeee organizing! There might be a soft spot for this, or these tiktok videos where you see people cleaning/ organizing. But Perfectionist issues. There is a big feeling like they are not perfect but need to. Like they only see their flaws.

Lilith in 8H

-> So first of all, there is a theory around that people who have Lilith in their 8th house are born to experience some kind of fame! It's more like a power like fame. It was real destiny for JK lol. People with Lilith will have to do some shadow work in their life. They won't escape it. And shadow work is hard, mostly for the ego. I think something may not realize about JK would be that this placement makes him sexualized like a lot. He is a good advices giver, psychologist type, and good at reading people's mind. Will beat the sh*t out of you if you disrespect him. Hate when you go too far into his privacy, he is also insanly protective of his family, friends, loved one.

Lilith 18°

-> This degree is ruled by Virgo lol, so we are over the same thing over again, mostly with perfectionist problems. Love to be in control. Of course, it's Lilith, these are things he may ever admit. Mostly also because it's Virgo placement, so it's flaws to him, very hard toes the truth for him. He will need to let go of control and perfection in this lifetime. And mostly stop trying to fix his flaws. He needs to accept himself as he is, and not try to fix everything he is.

Thank you for reading!

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[lamamasjamas]

His Gifts

Summary: Din’s a giver and he gives you gifts (aka sex toys and lingerie)

a/n: This is part of KF, but if you ignore some small parts it can be it’s separate thing. Din Din is good for the soul and I regret nothing

Warnings: Pure smut, masturbation, Din has a breeding kink, Lowkey rough with it 🥒

Word count: 2.3k

Masterlist

He loved spending his nights with you, of course only when he could.  His duty to his people was so present that he couldn’t ever forget about them. But whenever he was with you it all faded away.  

You were the only thing that was really important to him.  He would burn the galaxy if it meant he could be with you forever.  That scared him.  The thought that one life could cause so much destruction.  He’s sure, wholeheartedly, that if you were gone, he would kill whoever was the cause of it.  He has power now; he wasn't one to be dealt with.  

The obscene squelching makes you moan harder.  “Kriff- keep- oh, please Din" Your breaths came out in short gasps and ahs.  You couldn’t even finish the sentence as he was pounding into you.  

He lifts your leg up his shoulder and kisses his way up to your ankle sloppily. He fills you up deeper in this angle and you keen, arching your back and thrusting your breasts up into his wandering hand.

He stops, making you whine. As he pushes himself closer to you, he pins you against the mattress. His eyes close momentarily, and he lets out a deep groan as you clench around him. “Good girl” 

He didn’t even take his armor off this time. He's not as coordinated as he usually was.  

He’s been bringing you things, expensive things and you often wondered what you were going to use them for.  Certainly not for yourself, you were raised with the need for simplicity.  The gowns made from the softest textiles almost made you cave though. 

“Why don’t you ever wear my offerings?” 

You sigh, remembering the conversation with Luke that took place an hour ago. Sometimes you wondered if he was just trying to cause problems, and if he didn’t really say the truth when assuring you that he really did think your relationship with him was okay.  

“I give them to those who would appreciate them much more than I ever could” 

That made him hum and cross his arms. You interpret it as a form of grumpiness.  But really, he was in deep thought.  

“It’s just that- why would I ever need a fur coat- or even- a diamond studded bracelet” You almost plead with him to understand your point.  

He understands and he’s not upset. He smiles at you and because of his lack of practice in genuinely communicating his emotions to people, it comes off wrong. 

While you rush to further explain yourself, he gets giddy.  He admits his gifts are worthless to you, but he’s sure you would appreciate it if he was more personal. 

He would give you something he’s sure you both would appreciate.

His cool armor contrasted well with his hot mouth on your neck.  He was so focused on your mutual pleasure that he couldn’t even school his expressions anymore. He’s not his usual soft self.  He’s all teeth and snarls, grunts and groans.

He wanted to stuff you full of him.  Wanted to make sure the only thing you even thought about was how his own cum would be leaking out of you for hours.  A man possessed with the only thought of making you his.  

“Want me to stuff you full hon?”  The way you mewl in response made his cock twitch.  The way you could barely nod in response as you lift your hips to meet his has him smirking against your collarbone.  All he could think about now was how pretty you would look as a mother. 

He pulled it out of his bag and gently placed it in front of you at your table.  He requested somewhere private.  The box was elegant, and you almost rolled your eyes as he urged you to open it.  

It brought a smile to your face seeing that he was so eager for you to open the box.  He was even twiddling his thumbs as he sat watching you diligently.  Your smile faltered and he panicked. 

You lifted the straps out of the box.  You were speechless, you didn’t know what it was initially.  It was so sheer and for a moment you thought the endless waves of fabric led to some other object underneath.  

For the first time ever, there was this uncomfortable silence between the both of you.  You’ve never really seen this type of clothing ever in your life.  As you pull it fully out of the box slowly you realize he gifted you underwear?  

Maybe he went too far.  “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking when I got it-”  

“Isn’t it impractical?”  He blinks and watches as you rummage through the rest of the box.  

“I mean, it's so flimsy.  I feel like it would rip easily” That’s kind of the point, he thought.

You weren’t as hyperaware in many things having to do with sex, it was never important for you to know about. For the past few months, being with him has really opened up your interests. But you were reassured by him, that the relationship had nothing to do with sex, that he could and would live without being able to touch you if it meant being with you.  

It was sweet and very much reassuring, but when he said that it made you want him to rail you even more. So, here you were, confused as you opened a box full of soft and sheer fabric and a couple of metal tools? Some were long, and some were short.  One even had a suction on the end of it.  

“What is this Din?”  He looked at you confused.  His whole face and neck was red. The moment you looked up at him it hit you.

 “Oh”  

You try to place everything back in the way it was when you first opened it.  Your face heats up in a mix of embarrassment and a smidge of excitement.  You’re not a prude, you know what those things are, you just didn’t think they looked like that. 

You carefully place the box under your mattress and stand, patting your robes, as if you were wiping dust off of your lap.  The awkward tension was overcome with the laughter of children as they came tumbling down the hill towards your door.  You answered their knocking and the tension was forgotten. 

“This is so much better than those toys isn’t it mesh’la? It can never compare to me huh?”  

He’s been at it for what felt like hours. Constantly pulling you to and from the depth of pleasure with his mouth, his hands, his cock.  Even if you were now limp against the mattress, you still nodded and mumbled “uh huh” 

You’ve been rather touchy lately, and you kept on adjusting your robes.  

He was surprised when you wanted to call it a day early. You usually wanted to stay up for a bit longer with the students.  Today was different, but he didn’t want to say anything when you practically dragged him around everywhere all day.  He liked it though.  He liked your constant presence.  It was calming the voices in his head.  You made him happy.

“I want to show you something Din.  Wait a second'' He waited until you got back from your small bathroom.  He took off his helmet and placed it on his lap, waiting for you on your bed.  He was looking around the room, like he always did when he was alone.  He noticed new trinkets, some that he’s given you, and some that he hasn’t.  His eyes narrow in on a stuffed lothcat.  You mentioned once that Luke went to Lothal with his sister, for political discussions. 

He’s pretty sure he saw a matching stuffed animal appear in Grogu’s room a week ago.  He’d make sure to give you two a mudhorn by the next time he visits.

You came out with nothing but your jedi robe, something he’s never associated as being possibly arousing before, but here he is watching as you try to cover as much as your body as you could.  You didn’t look him in the eyes as you walked towards him.  He watched as you lightly tapped against your sides as you pulled the robe closer to your body, as if there was a strong wind about to blow it off of you.  

You finally looked up and almost laughed at his look of awe.  You suddenly feel flustered, the good kind of flustered.  The kind where you couldn’t help but keep smiling and your cheeks started burning.  He clumsily let his helmet fall with a thud against the hard wooded ground. You step closer and his hands immediately find your waist, pulling you closer and between his legs.  

You put your face in between your hands and he lightly grasps them into his own.  

“May I?” 

You nod, “Yes” You lick your lips in anticipation. 

He presses his face against your soft stomach as he parts the robe and nuzzles into you.  The lingerie is soft between his fingers and for a moment he ignores his growing erection and presses his being into you.  The robe falls to the ground with a soft thud. It falls next to his helmet.  

You lightly thread through his curls as he presses light kisses against your sides.  

“You like it?”, you whisper.  

He places his chin on your torso and looks up at you.  His pupils are dilated and his lips shine as he swipes his tongue over them.  His mouth parts as if he were seeing an angel in the flesh.  A bolt of lightning goes straight to your core as his hand grips onto your ass.  He kneads them gently, eliciting a quiet moan from you.  

“Yes, I do like it- love it actually”, he stammered.  He started kissing down your belly, pushing your core against his throat.   He feels your wetness coat his Adam's apple.   

He lifts your thighs up his shoulders easily.

He’s gotten stronger.  His shoulders were broader than usual, he even looked taller.  He was catching up to your level, Luke’s level.  You were impressed, especially since he’s handling the darksaber.  You noticed his progress increase after he came to you beaten, weak and on the verge of death.  He came back newly invigorated. 

In a way he took more charge, said more of what was on his mind.  You liked it, but sometimes he came off as hostile and compulsive. He was just passionate, you thought. 

His armor fits snug on him, especially with the new flight suit he got after the old one was stained permanently with blood.  

He’s much more there. He's so much bigger than he was before.  In all senses of the word.  

He’s mouthing at you through your thin panties, helping you grind against his mouth by pushing your core into his face.  He can taste you through the fabric, so sweet.  

You're roughly thrown on the mattress and your breath catches in your throat.  He quickly unbuckles his belt and opens the front of his pants. He didn’t have time for anything further.  

You didn’t really know what to make of the things he’s given you today.  You obviously couldn’t give them away, that would be weird.  Maybe you could just keep them stored away and never see them again. You were about to store them in the farthest reaches of your shelf before something fell, crashing against the floor.  It turned on. 

It kept on vibrating and when you picked it up it felt like your whole hand was shaking with it.  You flushed thinking about how it would feel on you.  It’s intended purpose.  

You curse your curiosity as you decide not to put the items away anymore.  It took a lot of experimentation, but you think you figured out every setting there is.  Of course, they couldn’t compare to the real deal, you learned as you panted against your mattress.  You turn towards his designated pillow and shiver as you catch his distinct scent.  

As you wake up sore between your legs you almost missed the note hidden in the box.  

For when I’m not there.  You laugh. 

You were completely bare for him.  The scraps of lingerie left in tatters.  You could almost still hear the resounding snap of the straps and bands being torn apart by his hands. You guess his impatience won out. 

You're so close, he is too.  He’s made you come so many times, you're practically limp against him.  As you languidly grind and rut into him with your hips, he thrusts himself deeper into you.  Chests to chests he could feel you pant against the skin of his neck, occasionally nipping up to his jaw or by his ear.  

He closes his eyes and imagines he was in Mandalore with you. In a room with a big soft bed and the view of the city and landscape on a balcony, with you. You would be his wife, and he your husband.  He imagines he would spend his days like this.  Fucking you so good you couldn’t even think straight.  

Breeding you until the sun rose again.  

Everything would be perfect, the stars would align, and everything under his rule would prosper. 

As he opened his eyes he was met with your eyes.  Your lustful eyes.  Your hand guided his towards your lower belly.  

“Please Din” You sound so ruined.  

“Beg for it mesh’la, beg me for my cum” You did, in between your mewls and gasps as he suddenly picked up pace again.  It only took a few seconds before he tensed.  He thought of how he could possibly get you pregnant, and for a moment he might have regretted not wearing any protection.

But the fact that he could made the feeling so much more intense. The feeling of his cum filling you up triggered your own orgasm.  You both moved against each other despite the sting of overstimulation.  

You woke up with your thoughts in disarray and surrounded in scraps of fabric.  The one thing keeping you from getting out of bed were his arms holding you tightly against his chest.  You sigh wistfully as he burrows his head further into your hair.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x jedi!reader #din djarin fanfiction #the mandalorian #mandalorian fanfic

[ciaossu-imagines]

Maybe I'm asking for a lot, but is it possible to do all of the let's talk about romance prompts for Sanzo ? If it's too much then 💐, 💝, 🌹 and 🌵 please 🙏

I hope you feel better btw

Hey! First off, I'm so sorry this took forever for me to ask. While I had initially been planning on doing the whole prompt list for you, where I am just getting back into writing, getting comfy, and am trying to get the inbox kind of cleared out, I hope you don't mind I'm just going to stick to the four! Thank you so much for sending this in and I hope you'll enjoy the headcanons!

What small things go a long way for your muse? What small favours can someone do to get on their good side?

Okay, small things mentally and emotionally that will go a long way with Sanzo is definitely having patience with him and understanding or empathy. Don't push him too hard, don't put pressure on him. He has enough pressure and enough responsibilities to begin with, don't add to those. Physically, I think doing little things that would normally fall onto him would mean a lot to him, as would occupying Goku and spending time with Goku, allowing Sanzo a little more relaxation time.

What's their love language?

Okay, but Sanzo's love language is definitely quality time as a giver. Sanzo goes out of his way to not have to spend time with ninety-nine percent of the population. He kind of hates most people, even if he wouldn't exactly word it that way. If he's willingly spending time with you, even if he pretends it's a burden to do so because he's shit at showing his emotions openly, and doing so on a regular basis you are important to him. Once he stops making so many cracks about how he wishes he wasn't spending the time with you or telling you to go away or be quiet and just genuinely spends the time with you without making a big deal of it and relaxes around you, that is a form of love for Sanzo. In terms of receiving, I see Sanzo recognizing love in that same form and also in acts of service that a partner does for him.

If asked to define love, what would your muse say?

Now, Sanzo is a Buddhist priest, so I think his first instinctive answer is going to be the Buddhist definition of love - unselfishly wishing the other to be happy, being delighted and happy in someone's presence, and offering your smile, hugs, and help freely to them without expecting anything in return. It's just force of habit though and I think deep down, what he would answer if really pushed is that love is when people allow you to leave, to go and do what you need to do, to grow, but yet you always find your way back to each other, like bad habits you just can't break.

How toxic would a relationship be with your muse? Would it be able to be fixed?

Honestly, this is where I think everyone who is a huge Sanzo fan is going to be disappointed or upset with me. I do think that initially, a romantic relationship with Sanzo would be at least a little unhealthy in several ways. Sanzo is someone who is fiercely independent, who does have both commitment and intimacy issues, and he's someone I could see really having a strongly avoidant attachment style. Depending on his partner's relationship needs and ability to be patient and understanding with him and their own unique personality and attachment style, this can create some or a lot of issues in the relationship. He's always going to be a little bit emotionally unavailable and he will always have some intimacy issues, simply because of his life to date, but I do think these issues can and will become better with time and patience and letting Sanzo get comfortable and his partner showing him time and time again that they are willing to be patient and that they won't hurt him.

#replies #saiyuki #genjo sanzo #headcanons

[madisonfunhouse]

Tickletober '22 - Day 13

~ Blush ~ (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Scenario: your crush realizes you blush every time they poke you, so they decide to do something they've always wanted to try on you. Word count: 539 (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

After school hangouts were always your favorite. You and your friends would get together at one of your houses, depending on the availability, or you'd all go to the park if the weather was amazing that day. This particular day, the park was definitely the favorable choice among you all.

The 5 of you had known each other since middle school, having gone to the same schools and now senior year together. You've had your eye on a particular member for quite some time now, one that you've grown a liking for over the years.

They had this habit that always catches you off guard because they think your laugh is cute, a quick poke to the side and a shy grin on the face was their favorite. Except this time around your crush seemed to have an apparent epiphany with you and your blushing every time they poked you.

One by one, each member left for reasons like work or homework, leaving just you and your secret butterfly giver at the park, shrugging and agreeing on staying another 30 minutes before heading home. They've always been the playful type, being the silly one of the group which was something you definitely adored.

"Hey, close your eyes. I want to try something." They say, creating a confused look on your face.

"Why, what are you gonna do?" You say with a slight giggle wisping out by accident, prompting them to say, "Come on trust me, it'll be fun! Close your eyes, pleeeease?"

"Okay okaaay." Still a bit off, you close your eyes smiling a bit. Anticipation starts building inside from the randomness, but you sit there awaiting the next move anyway.

Immediately you feel a poke to your stomach and let out a yelp. "HEY!" you say, failing to keep a straight face, and receive another poke to the stomach, except this time they continue finding places to poke you. You become a giggling mess and do everything you can to block the pokes from coming, but find yourself falling over as your crush continues to fluster the crap out of you.

"I'd give you a break buuut your laugh is just too cute ~"

If only they knew how much this wasn't helping your case, as the blushing had already begun seconds ago. You retaliate words of "nos" and "stops" but deep down you were enjoying this like crazy, hoping they were enjoying this as much as you were.

"Whyhahahy are you tihihickleeheeng meee?!"

"Becauseeee you always seem so... happy to be honest.." they say, slowing down a bit to a stop. "I've always wanted to tell you this but, I really like you and your personality. I think you're super cute, especially when you're getting tickled!" and with that, more tickles began flowing all over you. You exude obvious joy and try to speak through the laughter.

"Heyyhehehehyyy, waihahahait. I like. Youuu. Toohohoahahah!"

The adorable scene continues on. You both realized this will be "how it all began" and found it to be quite fitting considering this has been going on for a while now. You couldn't help but feel incredibly happy after spending that moment together. If only you knew how to hide your incredible blushy face..

(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

#tickletober day 13 #tickletober 2022 #tickletober #madisonfunhouse #tickle community #tword community #ticklish #tk community #ler mood #tickle story #tickle fic #tickle prompt #ticklish sides #cute tickling #tickle #ticklish writing #tickle sfw #blushing

[loosesodamarble]

For That Special Day

Summary: After the union between herself and Fuegoleon, Solara assists Josele in preparing for her own happily ever after, as it were. A collaboration between myself and Laura (@thoughtfullyrainynightmare).

Genre: general

Word count: ~4300

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If there was one word Solara could've used to describe Josele it would've been "earnest." She was a woman once dead to the world in all but body now lived again, not with great energy but with a deep appreciation for all that was around her. Solara saw it in the way Josele would drink her tea at a slow, thoughtful pace. In the way she paused to watch a simple act such as a florist tending to bouquets in a window. How she smiled with tears in her eyes for the joys of another person.

Their initial introduction was poor, yes, but Solara could confidently say that she was glad to have become acquainted with and befriended Josele.

In that moment, Solara's hand moved up and touched the pendant that had been gifted to her from Josele. A gift given out of love to celebrate love. Truly something meaningful for both giver and receiver.

"Solara, the necklace looks positively lovely on you, no need to be self-conscious," Josele's teasing voice pulled Solara from her thoughts.

The two women walked together through a lively, though thankfully not crowded, marketplace. They were without their squad robes, as they walked not as knights on patrol but as friends on an outing.

A giggle made it past Solara's lips. "Oh, I wasn't worrying. But I probably don't need to tell you that."

"True. A moment of appreciation?" Josele guessed, to which Solara nodded. "You're welcome." The warm smile she gave Solara softened as she turned her head to look ahead. However, there was something else to Josele, in the way her eyes so quickly flicked away from Solara, from the wedding gift.

Perhaps it was Josele's affinity which made her easy to read or perhaps Solara had become all too familiar with tension, with the sense that there were words that wanted to be said but did not come out easily. Solara reached out a hand and touched Josele's shoulder.

"If there's something you wish to discuss, Joey, I'm all ears," Solara said with gentle reassurance. "Is there?"

Josele looked at Solara. She smiled, though there was a heaviness to the gesture.

"Nacht and I, we finally decided to marry." A sigh, one that was light and dreamy, left Josele though her smile remained somewhat sad.

"Well that's certainly something of note," Solara remarked with a nod. "But there's more?"

"Much more." Josele's hand reached for her own necklace, or rather the rings. "See, the trouble is that... Right now we've decided to make our union a small affair."

"Ah, I presume just yourselves and your squad. Don't worry. I'm not offended for not being invited. Being told is sufficient to me."

At that, Josele shook her head, perplexing Solara.

"We're not doing a ceremony at all. We don't want to make a big deal out of our union."

Solara couldn't help but laugh, though she kept it minimal. "Sounds difficult. It's marriage after all."

"I know, I know." Josele flushed and shook her head. "It doesn't make much sense but that's how we feel. But it's my idea to forgo a ceremony entirely. Even if it's just the Black Bulls, I don't want one. Because it reminds me of..." She gripped the rings more tightly. "With Morgen, there was going to be a ceremony, a big one because of how well-connected he was. You should've seen how nervous I was. Me, some common woman, marrying the most admired man in the noble realm. But..." Josele's expression brightened with such warmth that Solara felt it in her own heart. "Morgen had this way of making me forget when people were watching us. And so I felt it would be okay since he would be waiting for me at the end of the aisle."

Solara remained silent for a moment. She had an idea of how Josele must've felt back then. Solara marrying Fuegoleon, one of the kingdom's royals, meant having many eyes on her. And it did shake her a bit. But the joy of marrying her dear Fue outweighed the anxiety. So Morgen had that effect for Josele.

"But it's different with Lord Faust?" Solara asked softly.

"It's not a problem with him, it's just..."

"I understand. And I'm sure Lord Faust feels the same."

Josele nodded. But still there was something so.... well not quite... wrong in it. Which, however, didn't mean that it didn't feel right either.

"He does..." she tried to smile, still fumbling with the rings.

"But?" Solara asked, searching for Josele's gaze with faint glances, almost as if to ask if she wanted to tell.

"But," Josele begun, not averting the gaze per se, but rather letting it travel freely. "Marriage tends to be something that is celebrated with one's friends and loved ones. Both of the couples friends and loved ones."

There was a brief pause, during which they both thought about it. Though within Josele there was a tug of two emotions, rather than a flow of thoughts.

"Well," Solara begun, thinking out loud more than anything. "I think that... ultimately marriage is between the people in the marriage itself. And... it's... I think it's a union, that speaks about the emotions of those two people, as long as it's a marriage out of love, but that's another topic entirely."

Josele nodded. Because there was more to the subject of what marriage means to people, but this wasn't one of those conversations.

"I was... Well. I can't say that I wasn't a little bit upset when my sister decided to marry in secret. If one can call it as that, because she did tell us. But they didn't have a reception. A proper wedding. Similarly, they just signed the papers. Perhaps celebrated it amongst themselves, but that's...." She paused for a while, choosing her words, because she was happy for Selena. "Their marriage isn't about me."

Josele blinked. Her face reflected surprise for a moment before giving way to relief.

"Goodness." Josele brought her hand to her mouth as she laughed. "Why didn't I see it sooner?" Then, she smiled to Solara. "Thank you. I think I've got my thoughts in order at last."

Solara twirled her hand and bowed her head in a playful gesture. "Happy to be of service."

Josele laughed a little harder. "Well, I still need your service actually."

"Hm?" Solara raised a brow. "Reconsidering the private affair and need my expertise on wedding planning?"

"No no!" Josele, suddenly flushed pink, stepped back and waved her hands in the air. “Nothing like that!”

The people in the street with the women sent passing glances, making both flush. They giggled as they briskly walked away. Once they had turned a corner, Josele spoke up again.

"I was hoping that, as a recently married woman, you might have some advice on what to get my husband to be," Josele explained and rubbed the back of her neck. "Since there won't be a wedding party... we're getting gifts for each other."

"Ahhhh..." Solara touched a hand to her chin and looked up.

There was a lot to consider. Since it would just be Josele and Nacht exchanging gifts, it had to be something genuine. A gag gift is acceptable from a friend. Something racy, even from a spouse would send the wrong message. There was also the fact that Solara couldn't suggest something definitive, not knowing what Nacht would appreciate. But she could still help Josele determine that for herself.

Solara looked to Josele and found the woman with an apprehensive look.

"Too big of an ask?" Josele said. "Perhaps I should've asked—"

"No, not too big," answered Solara and nonchalantly waved a hand in the air. "Just a careful subject."

"Mm, true."

“So what have you considered giving him so far?”

To answer, Josele removed a dagger from her belt and unsheathed it about an inch. The handle and sheath were made of ivory and carved with an intricate pattern of twisting ivy. The blade was impossibly pure steel that reflected like a mirror.

“Nacht and I actually met when I caught him trying to steal this dagger from my father. I thought it might be nice to give him the very item that brought us together.”

Solara stared at Josele with wide eyes. Josele surely couldn’t be serious? But Solara saw the fondness in Josele’s eyes and was reminded that Josele was not only raised in another country but another station in society. Their worldviews, while overlapping more than Solara initially believed, were still different. Solara turned her head and coughed into her fist.

“Ah, Joey, not to shoot down the idea too harshly but, at least in Thean culture, gifting knives to others is considered rather poor etiquette.”

Josele raised her head and tilted it to the side. "Really? My dad said the dagger was a gift from my grandpa on his own wedding day."

Solara paused, blinking rapidly as she took in the information. They really did inhabit different corners of the same world.

"So it was already given at a wedding?" Solara yelped. She quickly covered her mouth at her outburst. She grinned despite the heat of embarrassment in her cheeks. "See, at least in Thea, gifting a dagger or knife to another person has the implied meaning of 'take this blade and use it on yourself.'" Solara noted the way Josele's eyes grew wide and her face visibly lost color. Josele averted her eyes and slowly put the dagger away. Attempting to ease the sudden tension, Solara forced herself to laugh. "Supposedly, it comes from ancient times when traitors were expected to stab their own hearts if they were caught in the act. I don't actually know if what I'm saying is relevant to Clover though."

Josele tucked her hair back then rubbed her neck.

"To be honest, I am reminded of how Morgen and Nacht caused a bit of a stir when they gifted me my sword." Josele's hand wandered down to the hilt of her primary weapon and ghosting her fingers along the grip and tracing the guard. It wasn't particularly ornate but the combined material and craftsmanship certainly looked like it would be out of the price range of a commoner. To think that the weapon would've lasted Josele all these years. "I think, even though many nobles as Magic Knights create weapons through spells, using physical weapons is seen as... beneath them."

Josele's voice carried a weight to it. Not sadness or anger but rather something that dulled her spirits.

"Even if they never used it, the twins gifting me a sword might've been seen as controversial in noble circles."

"I'd chalk it up to the dearth of teyus in Clover. It's shaped the culture here in a rather..." Saying "odd" or "strange" since Thea's culture would be considered as such to Clover. "Distinct" doesn't quite work because all culture are distinct in some way. "In a way, let's say."

"In a way." Josele repeated.

"But we're in agreement that the dagger is off the table."

"Yup." Josele made the "p" sound pop at the end. "The only other thing I considered was sewing something like a baby blanket or onesie. As a look to the future instead of the past. But that kind of gift wouldn't be for Nacht's use."

Solara nodded her head and sighed.

There was her sewing baby socks and Fuegoleon buying lion plushes for future children in their spare time. And then there was giving a baby item as a wedding gift to one's spouse. Very different contexts. And different implications.

From what Solara knew of Josele and Nacht...

"I think the frankness might be a bit much too."

However, Solara’s mind repeated what Josele had said. About “a look to the future.” The her knowledge on it was sparse, the past was a heavy topic for Nacht and Josele. So a gift that brought to mind the future might’ve been the better option. There was also the fact that Nacht was a man of subtlety. In most cases. So too would the gift have to be discreet. A discreet gift would also keep attention from being drawn to Nacht and arousing suspicion if the union was to be as lowkey as possible. Subtle and future-oriented. Not impossible criteria to fulfill.

So where to start?

Solara looked at Josele, whose eyes were closed in concentration. Taking the opportunity, she looked at the rings. She never had the chance to see them up close but with the small distance, Solara could make out just enough. The rings were so different, one wouldn’t think that they were to be a pair. But there was one similarity to them, not in looks but in sentiment. They were rather simple. Not the plainest of rings by a considerable margin but there could’ve been more to either; more jewels on Josele’s or a pattern in the metal of Morgen’s. But no. They were simple and straightforward. She looked at the rings for a moment longer, then to Josele herself.

“Are you and Nacht already exchanging rings?” Solara asked a bit abruptly given how she and Josele had lapsed into silence for a moment.

Josele’s eyes opened. And the sadness reflected within answered all too clearly for Solara. But when Josele opened her mouth to speak, Solara let the words flow out of her.

“I’m not opposed to getting a new one but…” Josele touched the ones that hung from her neck. “We decided against it. For now.”

That alone spoke volumes for Solara.

“Then perhaps… a trinket or token to stand in for a ring?”

That wasn't a bad suggestion. Even if Nacht wasn't, despite being rather fond of belts, prone to wearing accessories or jewelry, for that matter.

"Perhaps..." Josele uttered. "Though that leaves the question of what kind."

Solara thought for a while. She still couldn't argue knowing Nacht, or what he... liked and did not like. But surely he'd take whatever Josele would give him. And thus, though the sentiment of getting something that would suit him, would be preferable, but allowed for some wiggle room.

"Does he... have a fondness for hair accessories? Considering that he has long hair?" She asked, which brought an amused smile to Josele's lips.

"No, he's not one to style his own hair. Not more than necessary, at least," she replied, though she couldn't help but muse to the thought of making an elaborate braid crown for Nacht some day.

Solara nodded to her. It might not have been a solution, but it was narrowing down the options.

"Then, I suppose that the most common trinkets, to be worn, would be either a necklace or a bracelet," she thought out loud. "Unless you want to give him an ankle bracelet."

Josele hesitated for a moment. Because though the suggestion of a bracelet was logical enough, it bore more than unfortunate connotations to her, and Nacht.

"No bracelet..." she uttered with a rather melancholic tone, which she couldn't help, as it brought her hand back to the rings around her neck.

Solara said nothing but nodded. Whatever it was that made Josele turn down the idea of the bracelet, that could be left to her. It didn't matter, not to Solara. What mattered in that moment was the woman standing with her and her wish to celebrate a happy future to be made.

Solara reached out and set a hand on Josele's shoulder. When Josele's eyes met her own, Solara smiled faintly. Josele's own smile returned to her face, a warm gratitude coming across as clear as the sky above them.

"A necklace would actually be appropriate. Something to accompany the relics." Josele colored up and there was a shine in her eyes that Solara was certain was directed to the man whom Josele would soon pledge herself to.

With the type of token decided, Solara and Josele made their way to the nearest jeweler's store. After all, Solara pointed out, having examples set before Josele would give her ideas of what she would actually want to get Nacht.

“Perhaps,” Josele said while peering into one of the glass display cases, “something with a moon. He always calls me his ‘star’ and so what goes better with the stars than the moon.”

“Oh that’s a lovely idea,” Solara replied. “It complements his pet name for you and I’m sure there’s more you have in mind.”

“The moon changes constantly but is always present, just like how he and I will change with time but still share in love,” Josele whispered, swaying a bit with the romantic thought.

Solara hummed, thinking to the moon in her own life. No matter how Selena, or Solara herself, changed, they would forever be sisters and care for each other. Not only that, but even when things looked dark, like a new moon, there was a comfort in knowing they could be there for each other.

Solara surveyed the jewelry. “What of that one?”

The necklace Solara pointed to was a circular pendant with a crescent of white gems in it while black gems were embedded in the rest of the circle, giving the impression of a crescent moon.

Josele let out a snort.

“Too bedazzled for your dark shadow prince?”

“Maybe a couple jewels too many,” Josele answered between giggles. “But… something about it does look nice…”

Josele waved over a worker and asked to be shown a collection of lunar themed pendants. It didn’t take long for a tray of samples to be brought out. Drumming her fingers on a glass counter, Josele stared at the necklaces. There was a pout on her face.

“They’re lovely but… the crescent… It kind of feels like there’s something missing.”

“It’s unfortunate that it’s the most distinctive shape for a moon.” Solara set down the pendant she had been examining. “Is there any other, I suppose, sentiment you want to convey to Lord Faust with the gift?”

Josele leaned back and away from the counter.

“Well, I wanted the moon for how it changes but also… it’s a light in darkness. Nacht is similar, though he doesn’t realize it. He cared for me when…” She shook her head, not wanting to finish the thought. “Not only that but I want Nacht to think of the future with hope.”

“Caring and hopeful? Like a guardian angel?”

“Yeah actually!” Josele exclaimed. “And maybe there could be a gem centerpiece…”

Solara raised a fist and grinned. “Let’s get looking then.”

There was something so amusing in her gesture to Josele. It seemed more like something Fuegoleon might do, rather than Solara herself. But maybe that's what growing to be a couple was about, adopting little maneuvers from each other, and knowing what the other was going to say, before they said it.

And perhaps gestures like that were more visible to those who were observing from the sidelines.

They asked the clerk if there were any pendants with a more angelic theme, and after a while, there was an assortment of various wing, and halo, pedants presented before them.

But, just as before, all these beautiful pieces of jewelry seemed to have something missing.

Solara looked at the melancholic expression on Josele, guessing that this wasn't it either.

"Something not quite right with these either?" She asked.

"No... not, not quite," Josele shook her head, though only faintly. "They're all so... bright?" The question in her tone was more so a question on if that was the right word to use, rather than about the quality of the pendants themselves. "Because... he's... Well. He was a bit of a troublemaker in his past, and... though I want him to think of the bright future ahead of us, with the sentiment of hope, I… don't think that such a 'bright' piece of jewelry is... fits his image."

Solara hummed in thought. But it was fair and fitting. Because Nacht certainly didn't try to appear like a knight in a shining armor.

"He's..." Josele continued, as a wide smile rose to her lips. "My darling devil divine..."

"With the heart of a gem," Solara continued. And paused. "No, wait, it's 'a heart of gold,' isn't it?"

"Yes, it is," Josele giggled.

“A man with dark powers and a shining heart, that’s my Nacht,” Josele stated with a sigh. As though the thought of the man alone took her breath away.

Not that Solara could judge. That was the nature of love at times. And Solara believed such wistful behavior was showing more because of what was in the near future for Josele.

Josele traced a finger around one of the angel wing pendants. There was a thoughtfulness, even admiration, in how carefully she looked at it. She nodded to herself then asked the clerk if they had any pendants of similar design—she had taken a liking to the wing motif—but made with a darker material.

The third selection had a mix of pendants that resembled bird or bat wings. Some were encrusted with jewels and others were embellished with finer details in the metal.

“I think we’re getting close,” Solara said, plucking up a pendant depicting bat wings curling around a gem to form a heart shape. “I don’t want to presume but these have an elegance like the night which feels apt.”

“No I agree.” Josele beamed, her eyes surveying the selection in excitement. “The darkness can be beautiful, kind even. Like the devils’ power…”

Josele, seeming to have caught what she just said, looked to the clerk with an apologetic look.

“It’s, uh, not what…”

Solara stepped between and quickly took over the situation. “If you’ll recall, it was reported that it was a Magic Knight wielding a devil’s power that struck down the King of Devils. I believe my friend is making reference to that.”

The clerk pursed her lips and nodded. “I… see…” They turned and stepped away, leaving the women to evaluate the jewelry left out.

Solara turned to Josele who hid her face behind her hands.

"You handle yourself with such poise, Solara."

"It comes with years of etiquette training," Solara replied, brushing aside the interaction. "And you were just speaking your mind. No real shame."

"I'm sure your husband would disagree," Josele tried to joke to alleviate the tension.

An amused smile passed over Solara's lips for a second, which was followed by a sigh, and a look towards Josele.

"Well. At least you didn't suckerpunch him like I did with William."

Josele pursed her lips. Solara's confession was a reminder that she was not merely warm sunlight but the sun itself, burning with passion. And that passion had been directed towards a, quite justified, show of force.

Josele shook her head, bringing her back to the present issue of the gift.

Blackened metal shined. Jewels of darker hues shimmered. Josele's attention was especially drawn to a necklace that had two wings made of rounded feathers curved to form a heart. No gemstones for embellishment, just beautifully polished dark silver. She set it side-by-side with the necklace Solara had picked out earlier.

Taking elements from both would look nice, Josele mused, imagining a gemstone being framed by the feathered wings. But... "These would suit his image better and I would like for Nacht to take it as a reminder to take pride in himself and his abilities. I don't think it's right though, having something with a darker aesthetic symbolize hope for the future, that is."

"Ah, yes. As much as we say 'it is darkest before the dawn,' we still fear the dark." Solara looked at Josele's choices. "Perhaps if you want a gem centerpiece, we can pick out one of a lighter hue. To brighten it just a little?"

"Or..." Josele didn't look at Solara but instead kept her eyes fixated on the necklaces. She tilted her head to the side. "Shadows... Wouldn't you say they're the meeting point of pure light and pure darkness?"

"That sounds like an accurate description to me." Solara leaned forward against the counter. "I take it you have an idea for what to do."

Josele answered with a smile and nod in Solara's direction. "Yes, and I think it'll be more than suitable."

It didn't take long for Josele to explain to a worker the idea she had in mind. Solara agreed to have news of progress on the custom piece sent to her lest Nacht find it amongst the rest of the Black Bulls' mail and ruin the surprise.

As the women left the shop, Solara noted how brightly Josele smiled.

"My, I don't believe I've ever seen a smile like that from you before. You really are enthusiastic, aren't you?"

Josele shyly turned her head away. "Well... I'm not sure how this might come across but... I feel..." She tucked some loose hair back. "I feel the same way I did the day I found Morgen's ring." When Josele reached for the silver band that hung from her neck, it was not with melancholy but overwhelming joy. "I remember seeing it and knowing in my heart that it was meant for him. Nacht's gift took a little more work but I still feel like it's meant to be."

Solara grinned. She couldn't think of something to say in reply, if there even was anything to say. She didn't have Josele's experience. Of having and losing love then finding it again. Sure, Solara and Fuegoleon had concerns with their own relationship but those were unique to them. And Josele's love for Morgen and Nacht were uniquely hers. That left Solara at a loss despite wanting to voice something on that happiness that Josele found again.

Josele suddenly stopped and turned to Solara.

"Thank you," she said plainly. "For helping me with this errand." Josele placed a hand on Solara's upper arm. "And for what your heart tells me."

Solara flushed then giggled. How could she have forgotten? There hadn't been a need for words in the first place. Josele simply knew.

"I'm happy to help."

More than happy really. Even if Solara would not be in attendance for the union, being able to help it come together was enough. And she could now look forward to a letter addressed from one Josele Faust.

#black clover #black clover oc #josele canty #solara equinox #black clover fanfic #soda's ocs #laura's oc #laura the writing senpai #nacsele #fuelara #okay writing this together on discord i didn't think the word count would be so high! #KADhflaishrktjasrht! #so many words for such simple tasks #then again there is a lot of be said regarding marriage and getting a gift that is just right

[shortstories1905]

Sadness (sad short story, possible TW)

Sadness wasn't always Sadness. She was a beautiful girl, who once had the prettiest smile. Everyone has a breaking point, She reached hers. She saw her father die in front of her in cold blood. After that day, she was no longer herself. What used to be a pretty smile, was now a deep frown, sewn into her face. Since then she's isolated herself. She takes others sadness and absorbs it. She doesn't want anyone else to be sad besides her. Sadness thinks that as long as she helps others', one day everything will be okay but the more she absorbs, the more she breaks and one day she completely shattered. She cried so much, that it was her who made our seas. She just wants someone, anyone to hear her pleas. Sadness lives all alone, where it rains so much, there's nothing else but the sounds of rain hitting her windows. You can hear the wind flow through the trees. And you can smell the sweet scent of rain that Sadness loves so much. No one can explain her obsession with rain. Sadness just loves the way it makes her feel, she loves seeing how gloomy the sky is and how the coldness feels on her skin. Sadness is happy knowing that Mother Nature feels the same way as her. She just wants a break. She feels more than anyone else does. She's so sensitive, on the verge of breaking. Sadness feels like she's standing on the highest mountaintop, just waiting for the smallest rock to break, in hopes of falling. No one understands her. No one could ever understand her. She just wants to feel as free as a bird, free with no burdens. Sadness has lived her life protecting others from pain, while no one protects her. Sadness lives her life taking others pain and keeping it for herself. She doesn't ask for help even though she needs it. She needs help even if it's hard for her to admit. Sadness doesn't want to be sadness, maybe something happy but will it ever happen? Every waking moment she spends living in the darkness, hoping that when she sleeps, she never wakes up again. Every breath that she takes she hopes is her last. She can't give up no matter how bad she wants to. After all, she has Sorrow and Despair to look after, no matter how bad she wants to fall. Sorrow and Despair are the sisters of Sadness and Sadness keeps going for them. Although they haven't heard from their sister in years and don't know how bad she's hurting. She still finds a way to keep on going for them. Sorrow and Despair are who giver Sadness life. She loves them so much she'd lay down her life. At the end of the day, no matter how hard life gets, Sadness will find a way to get through all this madness.

#booklr #short story #new author

[theghosteditor25]

The man who pulled me out while I was struggling to save myself from drowning

I came from a middle class fam. My father was re-electing for the Mayor at that time. Everything was going well but I was emotionally struggling with myself. I was not good at telling people what I really feel. I let everything consume me until everything within me was getting heavy. I was totally good at hiding that I was not okay. Maybe because in a Filipino household, we don't really talk about feelings, emotions and things that are deep. I don't know but we tend to avoid that topic. My thoughts were drowning me and I don't know how to get back up. Even tho I tried travelling to places, hiking, camping it did not heal the pain and sadness that I was feeling inside. And there I realized that it was not the place nor the people around me that made me feel that way. It was me, I made myself feel that way.

It was 2019 when I prayed for the Father to save me because I was drowning and darkness was consuming me. That time even tho I knew that the things I was doing were not right, I still did it because it made me feel okay for a while. It was like an addiction that helps me cope up with myself. And sometimes suicide crosses my mind. I have done things that my family or my colleagues wouldn't imagine that I'm capable of doing. Maybe because I was always the sunshine and rainbows.

I can still remember I was doing good, physically, at that point of my life. It feels like everything was going well. My parents and siblings were supportive of me, I was excelling in my studies, I have friends that are helping me out and everything I needed was well provided but then there was a missing piece. I was still lost in a room full of people.

I know people would think how blessed I am for what I have physically but there's this sadness that was consuming me and I don't know how to overcome it so I prayed and I got my answer through Pastor Apollo C. Quiboloy. 2018 when I first heard about Pastor's preaching, I felt something was different about Him so I continued to attend His live TWP until the time that I became busy at school so I stopped attending for a while. 2019 came and I was emotionally breaking down. I was at my lowest I felt like I'm drowning with sadness and pain and I don't even know where it's coming from and all I could do was cry. I can still remember, one time I was crying so much that I can't even utter a word but then I remember that tears are silent prayers and I know that it travelled to Him because my prayer was answered when the pandemic came. A privilege was given to me when one of the ministers asked me to train in SMNI Makati. And without anything in mind, I said yes. I dropped off school immediately and left everything behind. I was just a trainee at that time but then there was something about the ministry that made me decide to stay and fill-up on becoming a Full-time Miracle Worker even tho my understanding was not yet deep at that time I still decided to enter because I believe in Pastor's preaching and I am also in need of salvation. He was the light that lightened up the darkness within me. He was the one who changed me from within. He is the one who taught me about all the things that are missing within me. I was tainted but He did not see that, He totally saw what I'll become. He saw all my flaws but still helped me overcome. He pulled me out from drowning. He made my life so much better. I wouldn't be able to continue this journey if it wasn't because of Him. Thank you so much Pastor.

In my generation most of my colleagues are fighting a battle within themselves and I advise you to seek the Almighty Father because He is the giver of true happiness.

And to all of you reading this it was my choice to be here. No one forced me to enter and it is still my choice to stay no matter what because I believe in the ministry of the Appointed Son of God.

To all of you that know me while I was still outside, you know I'll never talk about things like this but with everything that is happening right now, I can't help but speak up. To the one reading this, if you really want to know who Pastor is I encourage you that you pray for it. Ask the Almighty Father who He is and He will reveal it to you.

Note: You cannot judge someone just by hearing the other side of the story.

[ducknotinarow]

[uwu]

Bailey is silent, for the first time in his life, as he simply stares at Richard. They had brought up the birth-givers reaction to Richard admitting they were in a couple, and, while Bailey could tell his boyfriend was hiding something, sugar coating it, well...he wasn't okay with what he did hear. He was angry. Not at Richard; no, never at his Richard. But at their parents. He wanted nothing more than to go back into the main house and peck at the two for being so cruel, a deep set need to protect his hen...

Huh, must be a Rooster thing.

Bailey sits up after a moment, gaze softening, he doesn't want Richy to think he's upset with them. Taking a deep breath, Bailey soon tilts their head,

"Run away with me."

A little smile manages to appear on his beak, Bailey leaning in close,

"Yeah, you should run away with me! We'll pack up some stuff, I'll call up a truck so we don't have to leave anything, then we'll drive to St Canard and you can live with me!" Bailey exclaims, "Dad will totes be okay with it, he already calls you his kid," He idly brings up, "So, sosososooooo, let's go in when your, ech, parents, are asleep, we'll get your stuff, we'll go home where we belong and then we'll be happy~"

Bailey totally thought this through and wasn't making this up on the fly,

"Oh doesn't it sound romantic Richy~ Me and you disappearing from here in the middle of the night to go home to our castle, where we can have our happily ever after," Bailey giggles, "And once we're in St Canard you can pick a nearby college 'cause let's be honest they'll try and drag you back with something lame over here, but we best get settled."

He lays back with them, cuddling up close,

"You know you wanna Richy~"

| muse interactions "So my mom flipped out about finding out I like guys when I told her I like girls too" Richard still wasn't sure why he thought that mattered "She" he paused he still could hear the way that word rang out of her mouth. Sure things were fine now and she claimed they made up but not a single sorry was given. At least she was speaking to him again. "Uh said I can't I can only like one I guess." he shook his head he left out a good chunk of that part of his retelling. "She was..pretty upset I don't think she cares about you so much as she does me. Complaining that me liking guys ruins things cause I can't have kids or whatever." he rolled his eyes it had been some time, so thinking about it just made him mad the whole time. "My dad just kept staring at me the whole time..it's hard to understand what he is ever thinking. He didn't say a thing till my mom started going on about getting me..fixed. He managed to talk her down a bit so I don't think he cares? maybe he doses I felt like he was upset and judging?" does he mention what Thomas said? "I think if it was anyone else he would care..but because it is you he's letting it slide? ya know family connections. Think he's only attracted to money." Would explain his and Melody's marriage.

"They were so upset," Richard just sighed. They were out in the tree house, Richard holing up there ever since he told Thomas and Melody, when Bailey came for his next visit of course they asked why they were out here so much. He had time to think about it since that day he called them. Richard had a bit of a hunch that call was why Bailey was here now seemed a bit sudden of a visit. Not that he was complaining. Lying on the bundle of blankets with his boyfriend curled up together as they simply spoke. Richard soon rolled over onto his back, combing fingers through his hair. Long ebony locks fell back into place "I'm sorry" he slightly whispered out. Unsure what he should say, Bailey had been so uncharacteristic quiet. Richard couldn't recall a time, not a single one when he had ever heard Bailey be quiet. His eyes shift when he notices them moving to sit up. Moving a bit to better look at the rooster, thier face was hard to make out till they went to look at him with a soft look. As thier scarlet hair dropped to the side as they tilted their head a bit. Richard lifted a brow. Why was Bailey looking at him like that?

"Run away with me."

The smile that came over their face as they leaned in close to continue the thought well Richard himself just was dumbfounded in the moment.

"Run away with you?" Richard simply repeated back, he didn't think they be upset with him but asking to run away with him was also something he hadn't thought.

"Yeah, you should run away with me! We'll pack up some stuff, I'll call up a truck so we don't have to leave anything, then we'll drive to St Canard and you can live with me!"

Bailey went on to exclaim "Bailey" Richard tried to interject but Bailey was still talking.

"Dad will totes be okay with it, he already calls you his kid,"

"Bailey I, wait he dose?" Getting distracted by that tidbit they just gave him, does that mean Richard got the approval seal for dating Bailey then? he smiled a bit happy with that thought at the moment.

"So, sosososooooo, let's go in when your, ech, parents, are asleep, we'll get your stuff, we'll go home where we belong and then we'll be happy~"

Bailey was clearly to far gone to reason with at the moment, off on a fly with his not thought out plan at all. Richard had given up trying to speak to them Bailey was clearly too sold on this idea. It was sweet however Richard had to admit as he smiled softly to himself. How Bailey was so quick to jump to his aid and was readily at his side through this.

"Oh doesn't it sound romantic Richy~ Me and you disappearing from here in the middle of the night to go home to our castle, where we can have our happily ever after,"

Castle? Happily ever after? okay someone was turning this in a fairytale now, as they let out that adorable little giggle, only for Richard to slightly roll his eyes as he went to lie back down now. Once Bailey was on a kick it was hard to get him out of it so Richard just decided to wait.

"And once we're in St Canard you can pick a nearby college 'cause let's be honest they'll try and drag you back with something lame over here, but we best get settled."

They finally laid back down cuddling back against Richard once they had made thier proposal to him.

"You know you wanna Richy~"

Arms move to curl around Bailey as he tugs them in closer. Drawing them to his chest as he let his chin rest on top of thier head tucking them in against him with over a word given. Just holding them close to himself keeping them right here, before he went and lowered his head till his forehead rested on bailey's own.

"What are you, my prince charming now?" he teased a little bit smiling at them before it softened a bit. "Of course, I want to though. Get away from here, be with you. Like we talk about all the time, it dose sound like a fairy tale." Nuzzling his face against Bailey's own, "Where we can just be like this all the time just you and me." A soft kiss placed on thier bill "Soon though, soon you and I will have that. I'm almost out of her I already know I'm going to school in St. Carnad. I have one picked out actually and am already in the talks with my counselor and theirs to make sure I'm on the right path for the school. It's a great one even." okay he was rambling about that now, it wasn't the point.

"Point is this is just my life, for now, something I'll look back on. And I can hold out till I graduate" lifting his arm so as to take hold of Bailey's cheek "Because I'm too busy looking forward to my new one. You still got that ring I gave you right?" It was far more rhetorical in nature when he asked. He knew Bailey never took it off like he never did his own they had become promise rings at this point to them. Letting his thumb feel over Bailey's cheek. Stealing a kiss from Bailey's beak, he holds it and lingers in the warmth just a few extra seconds before parting from it. "I'm going to marry you one day and I'll give that happily ever after you mentioned. It'll be us together no more being kept apart, no more long trips just to be together. Just us. I promise, so don't go calling up any trucks yet we'll save that for later okay?" moving back to hold Bailey close working his other arm under them so he could properly hold Bailey now. "Call it the tale of two princes. How Prince Bailey the floofy" of course that was his title "came to the aid of prince Richard the handsome" and again of course that was his own title. "and saved him from the evil tyrants that overshadowed his own kingdom putting it into ruin. Hope wasn't lost as soon as Prince Bailey came, Prince Richard felt a spark off it as his protector came for him taking him away to a safer home." He went on to say painting out like the fairy tale Bailey was making it out to be "Of course Prince Bailey, was smitten from the first glance paid to Richard, clearly living up to his title and reputation of being the most handsome in all the lands fair fairer than any other" clearly someone needed the pick me up of the ego stroking. "So taken by him the two princes' married right away and lived a happily ever after life." Smiling still enjoying his story

#muse| richard evans alder #[ mocha a quarter a piece for endless plastic rings aflockoffeathers] #muse interactions #stayed qeued #((Soft bois uwu were needed)) #((I like to think in this au that richards telling at the end is a story they can tell buddy at bed time ;3;))

[introspectivememories]

do yall remember reading “the giver” in like middle school or whatever and you could tell when someone got to the sex dream part cause they’d be staring at the book like this

#funniest thing about school was seeing peoples reactions to books #the the sex dream was actually uncomfortable though #also idk who needs to hear this but #the giver was deep wasn't that deep okay #im sure it was really deep when it came out #but like to me who had read every single dystopia book i could get my hands on #it wasn't that deep #but the whole 'holding on to memories' aspect was really cool #the giver #book.rambles

[bobaji]

REQUEST: USING YOUR SAFEWORD.

#SAKUSA, ATSUMU, + BOKUTO.

+ Hi affy. Can i request reader using her safe word with sakusa atsumu and bokuto? I love your hurt comfort content :>

BE AWARE: THIS BLOG CREATES DARK CONTENT

SAKUSA KIYOOMI.

✰ sakusa could be mean in bed

✰ it was a lot to handle mentally

✰ and sometimes you didn't realize that it just wasn't a good day for it until it was too late

✰ naturally, your boyfriend was never upset that you had to use the safeword

✰ and whether or not you used it, he was always prepared to give you the absolute best aftercare he was capable of

+

the mean, condescending words fell from his lips without a hint of honeyed praise. it wasn't unusual, he usually withheld praises for a little while to make them as rewarding as possible.

but for some reason, today you were feeling parotid up around sensitive - tearing up and flinching at the usual insults that he hurled your way as he fucked you.

finally, when you couldnt take it anymore, you whispered your safeword, making him pause immediately. cold, hard eyes immediately softened as he leaned down, kissing your forehead while asking what was wrong.

"a-am i good?" you ask softly, sniffling when he smiles, immediately understanding.

he hums, wrapping his arms around you, "you're so good, pretty girl. my good girl, hm? is that the problem? wanted to hear me tell you that you're my sweet girl?"

you nod and nuzzle your face into his neck, letting him hold you as you cry out the rest of your emotions into his skin.

MIYA ATSUMU.

✰ atsumu was a fan of rough sex

✰ painful, cervix hitting deep thrusts

✰ choking and slapping your pretty face until you cried

✰ it was always a lot

✰ and sometimes you were super sensitive that it was overwhelming

✰ more overstimulation than it was pleasure

✰ he always felt bad when you had to use your safeword

✰ the last thing he ever wanted was to hurt you

✰ and knowing he did always brought out the deepest guilt in him

+

the word immediately fell from your lips, wincing as you press your hands against his chest. he releasing your immediately, wrapping his arms around you as he cooed and shushed you until you settled.

"'m sorry, baby," he huffs, looking at you guiltily, "didn't realize i was hurtin' you that bad."

you shake your head and curl into him immediately, "it's okay, i don't think you did anything different im just sensitive today i guess."

he frowns and tucks some hair behind your ear, not at all looking convinced but nods anyway, "let me take care of you then, okay? to make up for it. and then we can order something to eat."

you want to argue, tell him it's not that bad but you know this is the only way he can feel better and 'atone' for hurting you. so you agree, letting him take care of you to quell his overwhelming guilt.

BOKUTO KOTARO.

✰ bokuto was an intense lover

✰ there was always just so much

✰ his cock was big and he was such a giver

✰ that sometimes he just didn't know when to stop

✰ thankfully you had a safeword implemented for when you needed to take a break or to stop

✰ and he was always so happy when you used your safeword with him!!! proud that you trusted him to stop and that you felt safe enough with him to use it!!

+

your entire was trembling as your boyfriend fucked his fat cock into your sensitive little cunt. you were crying, sobbing into your pillow as he forced another messy orgasm out of you. he moaned as you so asked around him, squirting over his abdomen and thighs.

but instead of stopping, or slowing down - no matter how much you begged him for a minute; that orgasm had really taken it out of you, after all, he kept going. his balls slapped against your clit, making your body lock up at every contact, milking tears from your lash line.

he was panting, almost feral as he gasped out praises and encouragement - completely lost in his own pleasure until he heard you cry out a familiar little word that immediately brought him back to himself.

he pulled away immediately, gently turning you over onto your back, hands finding your face to take a proper look at you.

your eyes were lidded and you looked completely exhausted, making him pout, a flurry of apologies falling from his lips as he prepared to remove himself from the bed to take care of you, confusing him further.

"don't want you to stop," you whimper, biting your lip, "just needed a break."

his eyes lit up as he buried his face in your neck, happy that he didn't fuck up.

© lovebo 2021. do not modify or repost.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut #sakusa x reader #atsumu x reader #bokuto x reader #sakusa smut #atsumu smut #bokuto smut #all.requests #requests.hq

[ilyasorokinn]

breaking news , frederik andersen

note, i was inspired after watching these three tiktok’s. ( 1 , 2 , 3 ) this one. i thought it was funny, and boom here we are. also, this is part of the "andersen adventures" series. another note, there's a lot of media like tweets and news reports in this fic. sorry if that's confusing. pair, freddie andersen x reader summary, after freddie tells you he's been traded, you decide to tell the world before the press does. warnings, none word count, 1051 words

(gif not mine)

You and Elias were on your daily walk with Jasper. Elias was almost a year old, so he was beginning to walk. It was a slow process, so whenever you went on your walks, Elias would sit in the stroller.

"Leaf!" He pointed to a leaf on the grass, his 4th one.

"That's right, it's a leaf." You nodded, picking it up and handing it to him.

You continued on your walk like normal. Jasper trotted alongside Elias, making sure that the baby, soon-to-be toddler, was safe, "You ready to go home?" You asked.

"Home." Elias cheered, clapping his hands.

"Alrighty, home it is." You nodded, pushing the stroller back towards home.

As you were putting Elias down for a nap, your phone rang, "Hello?"

"Are you sitting down?" Fred asked.

"No?" You asked.

"Well, I would sit down." He told you. You did as you were told and sat down.

"Okay, sitting down. What's going on, Fred?" You asked.

"Well, uh," He stuttered, "You see--"

"Spit it out, Frederik." You sighed.

"I got traded." He said.

"You-what?" You asked.

"I got traded." He repeated.

"Traded to where exactly? Are we even still gonna be in Canada?" You asked.

"I got traded to Carolina."

"We're not even gonna be in the same country?" You asked.

"Baby..."

"We have to move? Like, to a different country?" You asked.

"Y/N..."

"That's really far." You sighed, running a hand across your forehead.

"Y/N!" He called your name louder.

"What?" You asked.

"Take a deep breath." He told you, "I'm coming home now. We'll talk."

"We better." You nodded.

-

The minute Fred was through the door, you were in his face, "What do you mean you got traded? We're actually moving to Carolina?" You asked, still trying to wrap your head around everything.

"Yeah, we're moving to Carolina." He nodded.

Your face fell, "But we just moved in. We just bought this house."

"I know." Fred nodded, a solemn expression on his face.

"Fred..."

"I know." He nodded again, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around you. He pressed a kiss to your head, "I guess the fun part if you get to announce the trade." He told you.

You looked up at him with a raised brow, "I get to announce it?"

"You do." He nodded.

"That doesn't make anything better." You pouted, crossing your arms.

"I know." He nodded.

"Stop patronizing me."

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are." You pushed him away.

-

y/nandersen: watch out carolina, elias and jasper are ready

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leafsfan: um... is this confirmed? i mean, she is a trusted source, right?

lexilafleur: did you just—did she just?

sydneyemartin: y/n, i love you.

leafsnews: y/n andersen, giver of trade news before even the org announces it 😭

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dalter: An inside source agrees to trade goaltender Frederik Andersen from Toronto Maple Leafs for Carolina Hurricanes.

The inside source being Andersen's wife @/ynandersen.

steve_dangle: Y/N Andersen first to announce husband's trade from Toronto to Carolina.

sportsnet: Frederik Andersen's trade hasn't been confirmed by either team, but a trusted source confirms the trade.

kristen_shilton: #Leafs still haven't confirmed the Frederik Andersen trade, but his wife has.

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“FREDERIK ANDERSEN’S WIFE FIRST TO BREAK THE NEWS OF HIS TRADE”

The first on this story wasn't the Canes or the Leafs, but instead Andersen's wife, Y/N. Andersen has played for the Leafs since 2016, so the news came as shock to every fan.

Y/N Andersen first tweeted a sort of cryptic tweet, reading, "Watch out Carolina, Elias and Jasper are ready” which is a reference to their child and dog.

Not long after, both the Leafs and the Canes confirmed the trade, but not before having a laugh at the goaltender's wife's tweet.

-

A few days after the trade had been announced, you and Elias waved him off at the airport with promises of seeing him soon.

Soon enough, that time came. You, Elias, and Jasper walked out of the sliding doors of the airport where Fred was standing, leaning against his rental car.

"Look, who's that?" You spoke in a baby voice to Elias.

"Daddy!" Elias clapped. Fred smile, picking up Elias and peppering the baby's face with kisses. You thanked the airport employee who was pushing your bags and carrying Jasper's carrier.

Fred smile over at you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your head, "Come on, let's go to the hotel."

-

You and Elias stood in front of the glass, Elias decked out in a new Canes 'Andersen' jersey. Practice was about to start and the players were getting ready to skate onto the ice.

"You nervous?" One of the partners asked, "First game."

"I'm not nervous at all. Not to sound cocky or anything." You laughed.

The first of the players skated onto the ice, and the arena went wild. For the first time in a long time, the arena actually had people in it.

The moment Fred saw Elias and you standing at the glass, he skated up. He, first, tossed a puck over the glass, which you caught. Fred's attention then turned back to Elias.

Elias cheered, slapping his hands on the glass. Fred removed his glove, and put his hand up, mirroring Elias'. Fred blew Elias kisses. Elias tried to copy his father and blew kisses back.

He blew a kiss to you for safe measure. You smiled, waving to him with one hand while the other held Elias up. Fred waved to you both then skated off, taking his position in front of the net.

-

You walked down to the tunnel with the rest of the girls after the game was over. You knew they would all be high on adrenaline because of their win.

You watched as guy after guy walked out until, finally, Fred walked out. A smile immediately found its way onto your face. His smile was just as big as yours as he made his way over to you.

"There he is, Mr. 'I robbed Mat Barzal'." You joked.

"I did more than just rob Mat Barzal." He smirked.

"That you did." You laughed, leaning up and kissing him.

Elias whined, wanting attention, "We didn't forget you." Fred laughed, picking the baby up and pressing a kiss to the side of his head, "Come on, let's go home."

-

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[bechloeislegit]

The Burgundy Rose

Since I didn't do my 14 Days of BeChloe Valentines this year, I thought I'd share this one-shot from my 14 Days of Pitch Perfect Valentines - 2018 (it is one of my faves and was written before I got into Tumblr). The full prompt is listed at the end of the chapter.

A/N: There is mention of a main character's death, as well as mention of attempted suicide. The story is sad, but the ending turns it into a happy-sad fic. It is set in the future around the year 2032. Thank you!

I hope you enjoy this little Valentine's throwback.

The young girl sat with her back to the tree as she kept watch over the grave of her mother. She had been visiting the grave as much as she could since she started attending Barden University, her mother's alma mater. She made sure that she came on all the special occasions, such as her own birthday, her mother's birthday, and mother's day. Every time she visited on those special days, she found one single burgundy rose sitting on top of her mother's headstone. On her birthday it was usually a white rose that was left.

Today was the anniversary of her mother's death and it was also Valentine's Day. She knew there was always a rose left on this day. She had always wondered who could be leaving the single rose. It was always sitting there when she arrived, the person leaving the rose having already come and gone by the time she got there. She had come earlier than usual today in the hopes of seeing who was leaving the rose. She was excited when she arrived and the rose wasn't there yet. So, she decided to wait a while to see if the mysterious rose giver would show.

It was a little chilly so she pulled her jacket tighter as she leaned against the tree. She dozed off and was startled awake when she heard what sounded like someone crying. She looked around and a woman stood in front of her mother's grave. The woman wasn't very tall, maybe an inch shorter than her. She thought she looked familiar but couldn't place her right away.

The girl stayed where she was for a few moments to allow the woman to pay her respects. She watched as she saw the woman lay a rose on top of the headstone. She sat up a little straighter. This was the person she had been waiting for.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my love," Beca Mitchell said quietly as she placed a burgundy rose on the headstone. Beca wiped at the tears falling down her face. "Twenty-two years. That's how long you've been gone. That's how old our Sophie is. Twenty-two years and I still miss you and Sophie every single day. I love you, Chlo. Always have, always will. Stacie and Aubrey will be coming by later to see you. I know they both miss you almost as much as I do, even after all this time."

Beca sat down and stared at the name etched in the stone. It always made her angry to see it.

Chloe Anne Beale March 9, 1986 - February 14, 2010

She still couldn't believe that Chloe's parents hated her so much that, even in death, they wouldn't acknowledge Chloe's marriage to her. Beca wiped at the tears that continued to flow.

The young girl got up and slowly made her way over. She cleared her throat to get the woman's attention.

"I don't mean to intrude," the young girl said.

"No, it's okay," Beca said, wiping at her eyes and standing. "I just-"

Beca looked at the girl, and whatever words she was about to speak got lost in the gasp that came from deep within her. Because standing before her was the spitting image of a young Chloe. Beca thought her heart was going to beat right out of her chest. She swallowed several times. Is it her? Could it be?

"So-Sophie?"

"That's right," Sophie said. "I'm Sophie Maxwell. I recognize you, Miss Mitchell. I'm a big fan of your music. So, how did you know my mother?"

"Maxwell?" Beca asked, confused as her heart continued to race. "Are you married?"

"Um, no," Sophie asked, confusion written on her face. "May I ask again how you knew my mother? Did you go to Barden with her?"

"Before I answer that," Beca said, pulling herself together. "Why is your name Maxwell and not Beale?"

"Maxwell is my grandparents' name," Sophie said. Beca stared at her, not really understanding, so Sophie continued to explain. "They told me that my father was a man named John Beale. He was married to my mother but cheated on her the whole time they were married. He left her while she was pregnant with me. My mom died two weeks after I was born from complications from giving birth. My father never showed up to see my mother or me. My grandparents adopted me so I could have their name. They said they tried to find my father, but they were never able to. Is any of this ringing a bell? I mean, if you knew my mother, wouldn't you already know all this?"

Beca let out a sound that was somewhere between a sob and a laugh. She had spent so much money trying to find Sophie and her grandparents over the years. She was looking for Carl and Sharon Beale. When Sophie was older, she had detectives looking for anyone named Sophie Beale or Sophie Mitchell. Every time they thought they were close, they met with a dead end. Now she knew why.

Beca looked Sophie in the eye and angrily said, "Your grandparents are liars!"

"Excuse me?" Sophie said, somewhat taken aback at this woman's words. "Who are you to speak about them like that to me?"

"I did know your mother," Beca said, continuing to look the girl in the eye. "And, yes, we did go to Barden together. That's where we met. That's where we fell in love." Beca took a deep breath and let it out. "I was married to your mother when you were born. So I'm, I'm also your mother."

Sophie gasped and took a step back. She stared at Beca and swallowed several times. Judging by the look on Beca's face, Sophie knew that she was telling the truth.

"How?" Sophie said with a sob. "Why? I- I- I don't understand. Why would they lie to me?"

"They couldn't accept the fact that Chloe, your mother, was gay," Beca told her. "Or that we were married." Beca took a deep breath and let it out, easing some of the anger and tension she had been feeling. "You are my daughter. Your father was an anonymous donor. Your mother and I named you Sophie Anne Mitchell. You were born on February 1, 2010. And, yes, your mother died two weeks later on Valentine's Day."

Sophie had tears flowing down her face. She was an emotional wreck. Beca wasn't faring any better, and she wanted nothing more than to grab Sophie and never let her go.

"Why didn't you look for me?" Sophie finally choked out. "Didn't you want me?"

"Oh, God!" Beca sobbed and looked at her, the pain very much evident in her eyes. "How could you think that? We both wanted you so, so much. When we found out she was pregnant with you, your mother and I were over the moon. When she died, I lost it. For two days, I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. On the day of your mother's funeral, I, I tried to, um, kill myself because the pain was just too unbearable. I ended up in the hospital for several weeks. While I was there, your grandparents sold their house and left with you. They just disappeared. They didn't tell anyone what they were doing or where they were going. Your mom's best friend, Aubrey, tried to find out where you were so I could get you when I got out. But they just. . .vanished. It was like they and you never existed. I started searching for you the day they let me out of the hospital, and I've been searching for you ever since. I've never stopped searching for you."

By now, both women had tears streaming down their faces. Sophie was shocked at what she was learning. They stood there, lost in their own thoughts for a few minutes. Beca was startled when the young woman plowed into her and grabbed her into a hug. She wrapped her arms around the girl and held her while they both cried.

Sophie pulled back and looked at Beca. "I always felt like there was something more to the story," Sophie finally managed to say. "A piece of me was missing, and I just thought it was because of my father not wanting me."

"I wanted, want you. I loved you from the minute we found out we were having you," Beca told her. "I never stopped. I would come here on your birthday and leave a white rose to honor you being born. The white rose stands for Innocence, Purity, and Sympathy. I thought it was fitting. I would also say an extra prayer, hoping that you were still out there and that I'd find you one day. There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about you."

"What does the burgundy rose stand for?" Sophie asked. "The one you always left for my mother."

"Undying love and beauty," Beca said. "Because your mother is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and my love for her is eternal."

"My grandparents talked to me about my mom all the time," Sophie said. "They never told me anything about you. They didn't tell me she was buried so close to Barden until I was in my junior year of high school, and I talked about wanting to go to Barden like her. So, I go to Barden now, to be close to my mother. I'll be graduating in May. So, I guess that's my rose for her."

"She would be so proud to know that you're graduating from Barden," Beca said. "I know I am."

"I, um, I know you're married," Sophie said. "Like I said, I'm a fan. I never read anything about you and my mom, though. I also know you have two kids. Twins, a boy and a girl. There isn't a lot written about them that I've seen."

"I didn't really become famous until after your mom was gone," Beca told her. "I kept that part of my life to myself. I didn't want to have people constantly trying to convince me that they were you. And, Stacie and I try to keep the twins out of the limelight."

"I guess they're my siblings now," Sophie said with a small smile.

"Yeah, I guess they kind of are," Beca said with a small laugh. "They're seven now and we don't live too far from here. I couldn't bring myself to move away from your mother. Would you-" Beca paused, knowing that this was a lot to take in for both of them. She thought for a moment and decided to just ask her. "Would you like to come and meet my family? Meet your brother and sister?" Beca asked.

"I'd love to," Sophie said through her tears. "I always wanted brothers and sisters."

~ The Burgundy Rose ~

Beca and Sophie were sitting at the counter in Beca's kitchen, looking at photos of Beca and Chloe during their time at Barden. They were laughing and crying at the same time while Beca told the stories behind each picture.

"My grandparents never told me my mom was in the Barden Bellas," Sophie said while smiling at the picture. "I've seen them perform a couple of times. They're pretty good."

"Yeah, well, when we were Bellas, we were better than good," Beca said. "We won the National A Cappella Championships four years in a row. As a matter of fact, I met your mom when we both tried out for the Bellas during our freshman year. We met Stacie and Aubrey then, too. We were all friends, as well as Bellas. Then your mom and I started dating at the beginning of our Sophomore year. I asked her to marry me on our graduation day. Aubrey was your mother's maid of honor, and Stacie was mine. I was working for Residual Heat at the time, and your mom got a job teaching music at the local high school. My grandmother died about a year into our marriage and left me some money. It was enough to pay off all our bills and try IVF to get pregnant. Your mom wanted to be the one to carry you, and we got lucky on the first try. I'll never forget the look on your mother's face or the feeling I got when she told me she was pregnant. Words can't describe it."

Beca stopped as she became emotional. "I'm sure your grandparents didn't tell you, but they basically disowned your mother when we started dating. They paid her tuition but told her she was no longer welcomed in their home until she 'got over being gay'."

"They're still like that," Sophie said. "Don't worry. I can think for myself and don't feel the same." They were quiet for a moment, and then Sophie asked, "When did you and Stacie get together."

"We started dating about twelve years ago," Beca said. "We got married ten years ago. She had been through it all with me and knows that I will always love your mother. She knows I love her, too, so she's good with it."

Before Sophie could say anything else, a voice called out.

"Hey, babe, I thought we were meeting you at the cemetery after I picked up Aubrey and Jes-," the tall brunette stopped short and just stared, slack-jawed at the girl sitting next to her wife.

"Oh, my God!" another voice cried out.

"Holy shit!" a male voice said.

"Stacie! Stace!" Beca said, finally bringing her out of her daze. She got up and took Stacie's hand. She then looked at Sophie. "Sophie, this is my wife, Stacie, and this," she looked over at Aubrey. "This is your mom's best friend, Aubrey Posen, and her husband, Jesse Swanson." Beca looked at Sophie with a proud smile. "And, this. This is Sophie. Chloe's and my daughter."

"You look just like her," Jesse said, staring at the girl.

"How did you find her?" Aubrey asked softly as tears ran down her face. She, too, couldn't help but stare at the girl.

"She kind of found me while I was visiting Chloe's grave," Beca told the two women.

"Mama, you're home," a young boy comes running in and wraps his arms around Beca's waist.

"Hey, Charlie," Beca said, giving the boy a kiss on the top of his head. "Where's Chloe?"

"Here I am," the girl announced as she came running into the kitchen.

"You named her after my mom?" Sophie said with a teary smile.

"We did," Stacie said, finally finding her voice. "Her personality reminds us so much of your mom, too. So the name really fits."

"The reason you haven't seen much written about them is because I have some really good PR people who make sure their names and faces never make it to print," Beca said. "Million dollar lawsuits will stop a story in a heartbeat. They all know my kids are off limits. Always. So, let me formally introduce you. This is Charles David Mitchell; we call him Charlie. And this little cutie is Chloe Elizabeth Mitchell."

Sophie just nods her head with a smile. She looks at Charlie and Chloe. "Hello, Charlie. Hello, Chloe," Sophie said. "It's very nice to meet you. I'm Sophie."

Little Chloe looked at Sophie with wide eyes. "Are you my sister, Sophie?"

At Sophie's shocked look, Beca explained. "We told them they had another sister who didn't live with us. We promised them that someday they were going to get to meet you."

Tears fell from Sophie's eyes. "You really didn't forget me."

Beca just shook her head, unable to speak through the lump in her throat. "Never," she managed to finally croak out.

"None of us ever forgot about you, Sophie," Stacie said with tears in her eyes. "Or your mother."

"We were all devastated when your mom died," Aubrey said, coming to hug the girl. "And then you went missing, and we didn't know what to do. So we went to the police with Beca, and they looked for you. They thought the Beales may have taken you to Canada but couldn't find any new leads, so you became a 'cold case that would probably never be solved.' Their words, not mine. We never gave up on trying to find you, though." Aubrey just stared at the girl. "I still can't believe you're here right now."

"Neither can I," Sophie says with a teary laugh. "For the first time in my life, I feel whole."

"I know the feeling," Beca said, smiling at her oldest daughter.

Full prompt from FanFiction User Guest: So Beca and Chloe are together, but both their parents or maybe Chloe's parents don't accept it. They're married and have a daughter, but Chloe died a few weeks after giving birth which was on Valentine's Day. Chloe's parents took their daughter away, and Beca never met her after that. Now their daughter has grown up and will visit her mother's grave every Valentine's Day. There will always be a flower on Chloe's grave. So she got curious and waited to find out. And then she saw Beca and found out that she is her other mother. Thank You!

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[nashibirne]

Hands on!

Imagine:

Inspector Cavill still has a crush on y/n. She doesn't mind that he's a nerd who sometimes behaves slightly awkward and is not as smooth as everyone expects him to be. So he's overcome his shyness and has finally asked her out on a date. But the night before this very first date, after a really shitty day, he feels the urgent need to see her and so he just shows up at her door at 10 pm, rambling some incomprehensible stuff before kissing her passionately out of the blue. 

This is the second Imagine about Inspector Henry Cavill.

You can read the other parts here:

1 - Hands off!

3 - Relax!

4 - Get off!

5 - Long Slow Kisses

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: Pure smut, PWP, 18 + only, NSFW, Sex, oral sex, language

Unbeta’ed!

I found the pictures for the collage on pinterest.

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"You're all right?" she asked, breaking away from their kiss after a few minutes of making out in her hallway, sensing his insecurity.

"I'm a little nervous." Henry admitted, kissing her tenderly on her lips.

"There's no reason for being nervous."

"I just don't want to disappoint you." He shrugged with an apologetic smile.

"You're not going to. Just relax, Henry."

She kissed him again and he responded with all he had to offer: body, heart and soul, his boner pressing against her crotch through the rough fabric of his trousers, his mouth crashing on hers, his tongue invading her mouth first, wandering to her neck then, his sensual kisses leaving her sighing softly. He took off his shirt and placed her hand on his naked chest right above his racing heart. "You feel this?" he whispered. "You do this to me. I'm desperate for you. Totally lost. That's what makes me nervous."

Y/n cupped his face with her hands, looking him deep in the eyes. All she saw was sincerity and it made her heart flutter.  "I'm desperate for you too. Just let me take care of you, okay?" She shot him a playful glance, so sexy it made his hard-on twitch. She directed him to her bed, shoving him onto the mattress that welcomed him with a squeaking noise.

Y/n stayed put in front of the bed, reaching under her oversized shirt she wore as a nightdress, pulling down her simple, plain white panties, stripping them off and throwing them on the bed, just a few inches beside Henry's head. He grabbed them, realizing that there was a big wet spot where her juices had soaked them. He gulped, staring at her with eyes full of lust and desire.

She smirked, climbing on the bed, straddling his lap, rubbing her naked pussy over the huge bulge in his jeans.

"Oh god...." Henry moaned softly through clenched teeth.

"Let's get you naked, Inspector." She pulled his trousers and boxers down, setting his dick free. Raising one eyebrow slowly she looked at his cock, obviously liking the view. He was massive. "Wow...you look...delicious." The way she licked her lips, so sensual and appreciative, sent shivers down his spine. "I need to taste you."

The next thing he felt was her wet, hot mouth wrapped around him. Her tongue circling around the tip of his cock, driving him crazy. When she started sucking him off, it felt so spectacular Henry couldn't help but curse and moan loudly. "Fuck, y/n...Jesus..." She was an experienced giver, that much was clear, but what turned him on the most was the fact that she obviously enjoyed that blow job almost as much as he did. Her muffled groans, the looks full of arousal she gave him, the way she was grinding her pussy against his leg, leaving a wet trace, all this showed him that she wasn't doing him a favour. She liked having her mouth stuffed with his dick.

When his moaning increased, his breath going faster and faster, she pulled away. "Hold your horses, Honey. I'm not done with you yet." She straddled his lap again and let her body sink down on his dick, taking his cock deep inside her pussy slowly. He loved how wet she was, how tight she felt around him and how much she obviously wanted him inside of her. With a loud moan she started riding him, her rhythm agonizing slow, her hips rolling and grinding on him. She had her head bent back, her eyes closed, her groans were unrestrained.

"Fuck, Henry. Your dick feels so good inside my cunt. The way your cock stretches and fills my pussy....damn...that's perfect."

He flinched, aroused and surprised by her dirty vocabulary.

She picked up speed, finding just the right rhythm to get herself and him close to the edge. She stripped off her shirt while riding him, leaning forward then, kissing him deeply, giving him the chance to touch her body, her breasts, her back, her ass. 

"Christ, y/n I'm close...so close."

"Just a little longer, Henry. A little, pretty please."

She kissed him before she straightened up again, tilting her head back, grinding with more pressure and intensity for a few seconds, knowing exactly what she wanted and how to get it.

She came with a deep lustful moan, his name on her lips, whispered in a sweet, velvet voice. He could feel her pussy tighten around him and he gave in to his orgasm too. It felt so good to come together with her, to share this moment of ecstasy and satisfaction. When she collapsed on him he took her in her arms, hugging her tightly, kissing her gently.

"That was...amazing." he whispered in her ear. "You can take care of me again, anytime you want."

She laughed, rolling off his hot, sweaty body. "Next time it's your turn, Babe." she smirked, placing her head on his chest, stroking his shoulder tenderly.

"That really was something, Henry. I mean, having the first sex the night before the first date. I've never done it this way round before.

"I'm sorry." he said remorsefully. "But I couldn't have waited any longer. I needed you tonight." 

"Don't be sorry, I've waited for this to happen far too long anyway. But you're still going to take me on this date, aren't you?"

"Of course. I'm a decent Jersey boy. You deserve the perfect first date, according to the perfect first sex." He gave her a wink and kissed her sweetly, ringing in the next round.

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[hailene]

Blood Red Running Hood

𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋!𝖜𝖔𝖓𝖜𝖔𝖔, 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐.𝟑 𝐊

𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓈𝓉| 𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓊

The cold foggy morning was sending chills down your spine, the coldness reaching all the way to your flesh, to your bones. It was about to rain, you could tell. But nothing could stop you from going to your granny's house, in order to take care of her like you always said you would.

The thing is granny was dead.

You found her months ago, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, sheets stained. You were horrified, not having seen anything like that before. But back then, a tiny little part of you sighed in relief. Granny was dead. The evil witch you had always been forced to take care of was now dead.

More than that, however, granny was murdered. And as you locked gazes with the murderer minutes after you found your grandmother dead, you body froze. You had heard about werewolves, you knew they existed, but the villagers had always tried their best to protect themselves from such creatures by going on patrols at night, killing anyone and anything that was out of the common. Your village was a small, simple gathering of poor houses. But it was tinted with so much sin and blood that it seemed like the village itself was cursed.

You had heard about werewolves. But you'd never believed you'd actually see one with your eyes. And more than that, you had never thought they would look so... human.

Probably, you would have never been able to tell the man sitting in front of you wasn't exactly human if it hadn't been for the steel-like glint in his eyes. And for the blood smearing at his lips.

For a moment, you were frozen, fear pumping through your veins and making it hard for you to breath. Then, you blacked out.

When you woke up, hours later, you thought you were in heaven. You were sure, absolutely sure that you were dead. But the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes were the steel-like eyes from earlier... except this time, they held some sort of warmth.

You looked around, realizing you were still at granny's, in her bed, with a new mattress, her lifeless body nowhere to be seen. The man sitting on the side of your bed smelled like rain, like mud, like the cold woods and the ashes in the chimney.

"I am Wonwoo," he said.

And you realized the smell was calming you down.

It's been a few months ever since then, a few months ever since you have started lying to everyone around you that you were taking good care of your beloved granny. When, in fact, you were obsessively visiting the small cottage just to meet Wonwoo. Again and again and again.

"What if they find out?" You remember yourself asking in fear one night, between two desperate kisses.

You remember him looking at you with so much love in his eyes that you could feel yourself melting, you remember wanting to pull him closer, closer... even though there was literally nothing between the two of you anymore, physically.

"Then I'll burn the whole damn village down," he answered before starting his hot work on you for the nth time that night.

Just to save you, you knew.

He was driving you insane.

Maybe that was why you couldn't help but come back to him. Again and again and again and...

When you enter the house, you find Wonwoo standing next to the hob, the delicious smell of food tingling your senses. You hum in delight as you close the door and take off your red hood, softly stepping towards the man. You hug him from behind and he lets the pots boil on the hob as he turns around to face you, kissing the top of your head gently. He smelled like rain, like mud, like fire and cold water. He smelled like home.

"I missed you, love," you hear him humming, filling you with warmth.

You haven't had a proper dinner in so long. You didn't have time for that, since you were always busy collecting the mail from the villagers and writing replies in the name of your beloved dead granny. She has always been seen as the wise woman, everybody was asking for advice from her. You knew everybody's secrets, you held way too much power for a little, young, unskillful witch.

But they didn't have to know that.

You occasionally told Laurette, your care-giver, that you'd stay over at your granny's. The woman was obviously glad that she wouldn't have to make sure she gives you any sort of dinner. You didn't quite stand her either. Ever since your parents passed and you and Kai, your younger brother, were given to Laurette to take care of you until you'd be able to take care of yourselves, your life had been a never-ending series of cloudy days. Kai used to be the only one able to cheer you up after a long, tiring day.

But now, Wonwoo could do much more.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as he goes down on you after the dinner, the dim light of the candles painting his skin in godly shades of gold. He was a murderer, an evil, a beast according to the villagers. That's why they didn't have to know about him, they didn't have to know about the two of you.

You had to admit that despite his humanly appearance, his werewolf features were showing sometimes, especially in bed. Sex with him was amazing. He was teasing, rough, but extremely good and even though you could have been scared of the extra-terrestrial strength of his choke-hold, you couldn't help but feel lured in towards him. You were obsessed.

"You should stop coming around for a few days, love," Wonwoo whispers after collapsing next to you.

You knew why. The full moon was coming.

He kisses you softly as you drift away to a sweet sleep. He was gone when you woke up the next morning.

When you returned home that day, you could feel that Laurette's gaze on you was different. Even if you didn't want to pay attention to it, the tiny drop of magic that was running through your veins was making it impossible for you to ignore it. It was almost like you could taste the fear in the atmosphere at home.

"What's wrong, Laurette?" You ask as she passes by your room with a heap of rags in her arms.

She looks at you for a few moments, as if she was surprised that you took notice of her behaviour. Then, she shakes her head, rushing towards the kitchen like she'd seen a ghost. You frown, unable to understand her behaviour. Did something happen while you were with Wonwoo last night? What could it be?

The answer, however, was about to be given to you in the form of Kai hastily waking you up the following night, incomprehensible cries and panicked whispers escaping his lips.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong, baby boy?" You ask while cupping his puffy cheeks, sleep still clouding your judgement.

"Fire, Y/N, they fire," your little brother cries.

You frown confused, rubbing your eyes to wake up.

"What fire, baby?" You ask as Kai starts crying harder. "What are you talking about?"

"They're coming, I've heard they want to burn the witch on a rug, Y/N!" He cries and your blood runs cold.

They can't possibly know, can they?

"Witch, baby boy? What witch?" You ask softly, trying your best to hide the panic.

"I-I think they were talking about y-..." he tries to say but you cover his mouth softly, your limbs already shaking.

"What else did you hear, baby?" You ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

"They w-went to granny's h-house," he cries softly. "One of them wa-was... killed by-"

You didn't need anything more than this.

You get up from your mattress and put some clothes on, helping Kai to dress up as well. You take your blood-red hood and put it on, kneeling next to your brother afterwards.

You could already hear loud voices outside.

"You go to the water wheel and hide there until I come to get you, okay?" You speak, holding him tightly. "If I don't come by dawn, you run and never come back here, okay?"

"B-But, Y/N–"

"Y/N loves you, baby boy, Y/N loves you so much," you whisper as tears come streaming down your face.

Kai starts sobbing too. It breaks you.

"Chin up, baby, okay?" You say, trying to get a hold of yourself. "Just have faith and trust Y/N."

Before your brother can say anything else, you jump out the window.

You run through the night, far away from the angry voices and fire torches. You run through the woods, mindlessly, only having one thought in your mind.

Wonwoo.

Was he okay? Did he kill yet another villager? You were aware of the fact that he was so far from being a saint and that it wasn't the first time he'd kill one of the people in your village, but that only made you love him more. You weren't much of a good character either.

As you reach the cottage in the woods, you realize it was vandalized. The few pieces of poor furniture were broken, pots, candles and papers thrown on the floor. The few remaining potions, herbs and spell books you had stored were all torn open, pulled out from the secret places you thought you had secured them in. It was all a mess, a bloody, ruthless mess and the deep animal scratches on the wall weren't making it any better.

No sign of Wonwoo.

As you look around more carefully, your blood runs cold. You shouldn't have come here.

It was a trap.

"The little witch is here," the man in front of you shouts and you here footsteps coming from the outside.

Before you can turn around and run away, more men enter the cottage, blocking your way, and panic rises from the pit of your stomach, your vision getting blurry. Seconds later, you feel something hard hitting your head from behind, letting you fall in a dark abyss.

Before you open your eyes, you feel warmth, heat. You feel fire. And as you open them, you realize why. Your body was tied to a wooden rug, surrounded by a circle of flames. It was hot, almost unbearably.

"The witch woke up! It's time to burn her back to hell!" You hear someone screaming.

Your eyes meet Laurette's figure and you feel your whole body filling with so much rage that you swore the flames around you started burning brighter. And then you see it, the whole village gathered around you in hateful circles, looking at you as if you killed their families. Maybe you did. But not intentionally.

Rocks and sticks were being thrown at you, curses and words spit in your direction, but nothing that your mind and body could cope with. Your time has arrived, you were getting the fate that you deserved, so now, you could only hope that your brother and your lover were going to be okay.

You are a witch after all. You are evil. And you have been too stupid, too careless to keep on living. You deserve to die. You deserve to be burnt on a rug.

As one of the villagers approaches you with a lit torch, you hear a freezing growl, not that far from where you were. Moments later, the fire surrounding you starts reflecting in different places. You think it's your mind going insane, you think it's your vision getting damaged by fear, by defeat, by the unnerving warmth the flames were attacking you with. But as you hear the growl getting louder and the panicked screams of the villagers running around, you realize something went wrong in their plan.

You can't help but laugh as the villager who was coming towards you starts running for his life, screaming as the grey wolf with fire in his eyes starts chasing him. You couldn't be afraid of the wolves. You couldn't be afraid of Wonwoo.

People slowly disappear, corpses taking their place, the fire slowly starting to take over the whole town. You were surrounded by a realm of flames and you felt like you were on fire yourself, but you were laughing like a maniac, unable to control yourself.

Your curses worked. This God-forsaken village was now burning to fucking ashes.

You feel something or someone untying your wrists and ankles from the wooden rug and as you turn to look next to you, you meet the steel-like gaze of the man you were so in love with. He picks you up from the torture place and rushes out of the fire, running and running until you can actually feel the cold night wind whipping your bare skin.

Wonwoo turns around to look once again at the burning village, the fire contrasting with the dark night in such a sinfully-pleasing way. You adored that.

"It's finally gone," he whispers, your mouth watering at his hoarse voice.

I'll burn the whole damn village down, you remember.

You pull him by his torn shirt and he looks at you, warmth shining in his eyes brighter than that goddamn fire. You kiss him hungrily, tasting the smoke, the blood and the mud on his lips. It was all sweeter than honey, more addicting than any sort of herb you've seen before. This was Wonwoo, the forbidden taste you have always, always been longing for. Now you had it. And in the devil's name, you regretted absolutely nothing.

"The water wheel," you choke out as you pull away, your lips swollen, tinted with blood. "We have to find Kai at the water wheel."

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