#*sobs so hard into my pillow i forget how to breathe*

[lizziesribbons]

wedding wanda please!! she’d just fall in love w u all over again and then the night of ur wedding she just goes feral and calling u “my wife” “all mine” and she just gets super possessive and proud that u are now hers !!!

I Do |

PAIRING: WANDA MAXIMOFF X FEM! READER

summary: Wanda and you get married and then then Wanda goes all soft and fuckes you in your wedding dress ahhh

warnings: ****MINORS DNI***** *****MEN DNI***** fluff so much fluff 🥺 I'm going so aahwhwhwh, smut, praise ALOT OF PRAISE AHHH, name calling (Wanda calling you my wife, my love, princess, doll) I sobbed I wanna have soft sex with Wanda so bad I just know she will be the most gentle.

author's note: just reminding you guys that my first language is not English so if there's any grammatical errors PLEASE IGNORE THEM AND MOVE TF ON. Also I have no idea how weddings work so I did what I did

Word count: 2.1k

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standing in your bridal gown, looking outside, and seeing Wanda standing there waiting for you, it was like a dream come true you've been waiting months for this day and now it was finally here. It seemed like everything around you just stopped. You could see nothing else but Wanda. In a white wedding gown, soon to be your wife. YOUR WIFE.

your dad came from behind holding your arm, breaking you from your gazing he said "Are you ready to go down the aisle sweetheart?" you took a deep breath and nodded as you both started walking.

as you walk down the aisle everyone cheers, "You are in Love" by Taylor Swift playing faintly in the background as you looked at Wanda and saw your whole world right there and then. It was like you were born to live this day and day alone. Everything seemed perfect everything made sense now.

Wanda looked at you and smiled. She smiled so hard that her cheeks started hurting. Tears in her eyes she saw you as you stood there in front of her, she wanted to kiss you so badly.

Clint was the one leading the wedding because Wanda insisted as he was the closest father figure to her and she loved him so dearly. "Wanda and y/n my two beautiful friends and my family members. I have known y/n ever since she was a little girl, she was always so compassionate and funny" he pauses and light laugh "So funny actually. She was always goofing around and her jokes oh my God I cannot forget them she was always joking about something or someone she would make me laugh in the darkest of times" he paused again looked at you and smiled. "let me tell you, guys, something, one time when y/n was wearing a pillow on her head as a wedding veil came up to me, she was only five at time. and asked me "Uncle Clint!!!! do I look good???" and gave me a twirl and haha I said "ofc you do sweetheart, who's your groom?" and she looked at me and rolled her eyes "Silly I don't have a groom I'm marrying my doll cause I love her the most" and then she forced me by giving me those pretty pleading eyes that still work to this day to come to her wedding and I went and now here I am standing in between y/n and Wanda at their actual wedding" with now tears in his eyes he looked at Wanda

"Wanda.. Oh, I've known Wanda for more than 10 years now I saw her grow up into this powerful beautiful woman she is now, I remember when she came up to me asking me if she should ask y/n out I told her whatever was in her heart she should just put it out, I saw there relationship grow stronger and stronger each day. They are the most for each other as one could be, I remember when Wanda asked me how she should propose to y/n I told her the same thing again that she should do whatever is in her heart, Wanda my pretty Wanda I love you and I'm so proud of you for the women you have become, my heart breaks into millions when I think about how both of you are not so little anymore but it screams in joy when I see you two together so in love with each other." that was it he stopped talking, he was softly sobbing now so are many of our friends and family members.

He speaks again after some silence clearing his throat, "We are gathered here today to witness the sacred union of Wanda Maximoff and Y/n Y/l/n We stand here to honor and celebrate the love shared between these two people, as they come together to start their new life with a solemn vow, surrounded by their closest family and friends"

He turned to Wanda and said "Repeat after me.

I, Wanda take you, Y/n, to be my wife. I promise that from this day forward I will regard you not only as my equal, but as my closest friend. I promise to comfort you in sickness and in health. I promise to demonstrate my commitment to you through love, laughter, and compassion. I love you." and as Wanda did he looked at you next and said "Repeat after me.

I, Y/n take you, Wanda, to be my wife. I promise that from this day forward I will regard you not only as my equal, but as my closest friend. I promise to comfort you in sickness and in health. I promise to demonstrate my commitment to you through love, laughter, and compassion. I love you." "It's time for the vows," he says softly

You begin first "Wanda, darling, for so long, I wondered if I would ever find my love, my soulmate. Then four years ago, at another wedding, I turned to a friend for comfort, and instead, I found everything that I’d ever been looking for my whole life. And now, here we are, with our future before us, and I only want to spend it with you – my love, my soulmate, my friend… Unless you don’t want to.”

Wanda started tearing up but holding her composure she began, "Y/n, I thought this was going to be the most difficult thing I ever had to do. But when I saw you walking down that aisle, I realized how simple it was. I love you. Any surprises that come our way, it’s ok, because I will always love you. You were the person I was meant to spend the rest of my life with."

(An: these vows are definitely not stolen from friends)

"just to be sure" he laughs "Do each of you take the other to be your lawful wedded spouse?”

Wanda and you say together with eagerness "I do".

After exchanging the rings he speaks again,

"By the power vested in me by the State of California, I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may now kiss" and took a step back as Wanda eagerly came forward and kissed me softly and whispered "oh I've been waiting all day for this" making you laugh and tear up.

"Ladies and Gentleman, for those of you who have come to witness this union, it is my pleasure to present the newly united couple, Y/N and WANDA Maximoff."

there's that. you and Wanda were married. Actually married. the rest of the evening went great everyone danced laughed cried.

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(wedding night)

Your flight was tomorrow in evening so you and Wanda had the whole night to yourself, as you sat there on the bed taking off your jewelry Wanda came from the back rubbing your shoulders you instantly relaxed in her touch

She bent down so she could whisper in your ear softly "I want to fuck you in this dress" You could hear the smirk on her face, and as you hesitantly looked at her she immediately knew what you meant "I promise I'll be gentle no damage would be done to that dress" Wanda knew how much you loved that dress so she wouldn't dare ruining it

"I bought this just for tonight," she says holding a Scarlett strap out in her hand, it was just perfect not too big or too small

"lay down" she whispers in your ear and you did, she folds your dress to your waist and takes off your underwear Wanda was only in her undergarments she took them off and fastened the harness around her as she stood between your legs she caressed your legs and align the strap to your opening slowly entering you while maintaining eye contact as she watched your face confronted in pleasure, only light moans coming out of your mouth

you underestimated the size, it wasn't too thick but it was long. When Wanda was fully in she gave you a moment to get used to the strap

Her fingers entwined with yours, your foreheads touching lightly she thrusts inside you, slowly but hard, every thrusting was pulling a moan out of you as Wanda gasped in your ear throwing praises here and there

"you're doing so good princess"

"my pretty wife"

"oh baby you look so pretty like that"

she didn't stop the praises her thrusts only speeding up, not too fast just perfect sending you into ecstasy, her strap hit your g spot in every thrust "Wanda I'm cumming!!" without warning you came all over her strap.

"Can you give me one more doll? please?" looking at her pleading eyes you weakly nodded as Wanda gently fucks you through your orgasm, kissing your neck so softly she said "My wife only mine" She gasps her orgasm reaching her soon "All mine! cum with me baby," she says as she let out a moan collapsing over you, making sure not to put all her weight on you, you came soon after.

As you both came down from your high Wanda tried to get up but your arms stopped her "Noo please don't go" she cupped your face and said "I'll just be a minute princess" She got and undid the harness and threw it down, took your dress off softly and cleaned you up and herself

"here take some water baby" She gave you and glass of water and you drank as she took the wedding dress to the closet, peaking her head out from the closet she asked, "do you wanna sleep with clothes on or off doll?" "off please" you replied softly yawning

Wanda nodded and got out of the closet, as you made someplace in the bed for her she got under the cover immediately holding you, you lay your head on her chest clutching her like a koala

Wanda started caressing your back "Goodnight my beautiful wife", you smiled and muttered something out hoping Wanda would understand.

And she did. She always does.

#elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fanfiction #dark!wanda maximoff #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen x y/n #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #mommy wanda #soft wanda maximoff

[inklore]

bleed so pretty

premise: eddie leaves you with a reminder of who you belong to, that he’ll always come back for you, that you’re his.

pairing: ghostface!eddie munson x (f)reader

word count: 1k

warnings: eighteen+ content, dubcon (i wrote this with the idea that reader and eddie had agreed to all of this, therefore consensual noncon is also a warning), rough sex, knife play, blood play, branding (marking/carving), pain kink, possessiveness, dirty talk, hair pulling.

etc: it’s finally happened, i see the appeal of mr ghostface and i’m a dirty whore because of it. this is completely an anons fault ok!

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

He has you on your knees, your face pushed into your pillows by one of his gloved hands. The hold he has in your hair makes your skull ache and itch from the pull. The screams you’re letting out scald your throat like you’re swallowing a pitcher of hot water.

Like you’re being fucked torturously hard, your insides over sensitive and burning from the pull and drag of his cock in your tightness; the head of his length continuing to kiss, poke, fuck all those spots that usually go unreached. That has your nails paining from how hard you’re gripping the plush of your comforter.

Your body is blazing, the only relief you get—the only cool thing that helps you breathe, that keeps you from passing out from everything—is from the tears that have stained your cheeks, coming down in pools and onto your pillow to leave you in a teary-snotted mess.

And then there’s the coolness from the knife at your hip. The one in his grip as he digs his fingers into your side to pull you back onto his cock, meeting his hard thrusts relentlessly and without remorse. Without a care that you’re a trembling screaming mess, begging him, pleading; for what? To be free? For him to stop? No, no.

“You don’t want me to stop. The proof is on my cock.” His voice is muffled from the mask, making him sound even more menacing and scary. Has your heart beating heavy, your walls clenching around him.

“I told you I’d come back for you.” The bite of the tip of the knife makes your back arch, body flinching, sobs hiccuping in your throat as your nerves mix in with the undeniable pleasure and pain that’s wrecking your body. He runs the tip of the knife down your spine, light, slow, all it would take is a little bit of pressure and it’d have you bleeding. “You’re mine.” A hard thrust has you crying out, “say it. Say you’re mine.”

You’re too busy choking on tears and pleas and whimpers that you can’t get anything out, the only response he gets is muffled and delirious and it’s not good enough for him.

The scream you let out from the tug of your hair, him pulling you head first up to him so your back is at his chest. The blade of the knife now at your neck. Your face feels raw and red from the friction of his thrusts, from your blubbering. You wonder if he’s smiling under the mask with the way he lets his gloves run along the tears before he grips your jaw tightly to keep you steady.

The pressure of the knife at your throat makes your body shiver, just as much as it makes your pussy clench. “Do I need to remind you how this works? That you do as I say? That you’re mine?”

You can barely shake your head from the hold he has on your jaw. But even the small movement you’re able to do is not good enough for him. The disapproving hum he lets out makes you look up at him with pleading eyes, with eyes that say you’ll do whatever he wants, just don’t hurt you.

It’s not good enough.

The whiplash you get from him slamming your body bad down onto the bed makes you dizzy. So dizzy that you don’t comprehend that the weight of his forearm is heavy at the your shoulder blades, his cock still inside of you but unmoving, the blade of the knife pressed hard into your lower back.

“Maybe I should give you a reminder. So you never forget who you belong to.”

There’s not time for you to process, to say anything before you feel the deep dig of the blade into your flesh; cutting, slicing, making you scream into your pillow for a whole other reason than you were seconds ago.

It’s a scream that doesn’t stop; that lights a whole other type of fire in your belly, a disgusting ache that’s unnerving and so good, one that doesn’t stop. Not until he’s done. Not until he finally pulls the blade from your shaking body, the pressure of his body from your back—his cock still throbbing and moving languid and slow inside of your pulsing heat, the speed picking up as he lifts your hips to put you back in position. An arm around your waist to hold up your wobbling body.

Your entire being is burning, stinging, aching, feeling a new kind of weak. Of wrecked.

You don’t have to ask, to reach back and feel your new wounds, your new brand, to know that he’s carved his initials into your flesh. The smell of copper stings your nose as you finally breathe in the air of something other than the pillow.

And with each hard thrust of his hips into you, has the ripple of your ass making the gashes pang and throb even more.

Like a tantilizing fucked up reminder that he’s marked your body forever, of him, for him. It makes you whimper in pain���laced with lustful anguish.

“Do you know now?” He grunts, deep, like he’s really enjoying this, like he’s never felt, saw, had anything more beautiful than you. “Know who you belong to?”

“Y-yes,” you choke out, your voice a croak of a sob.

“Good girl.” There’s a hiss coming from your lungs, your body trying to retreat from his again as he runs a finger along the brand. “So pretty,” your back is being arched again, pressed to his front, the knife still pressed at your hips where his arm is wrapped around. While his other hand brings itself to your mouth, his gloved fingers coated in your blood. There’s no asking, or request, just a silent demand as he shoves them inside of your mouth. Drool and spit meeting the taste of copper on your tongue. Your own blood being swallowed down around his fingers, “let this be your reminder. You’re mine.”

#ghostface!eddie #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #dark!eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson #ghostface!eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #tw dubcon #tw dark content

[beom-s-author]

TXT Reactions. They called you clingy pt.2 Maknea Line

Warnings: fluff,angst,comforting zone,comfort words.

Kang Taehyun

You were out if your dorm and went to library. You were trying to distract yourself from his words. You were reading a book from the firsh shelf you chose and trying to soothe yourself. Your heart was beating fastly and you were sniffing. You hated how he makes you feel insecure. You gulped and tried to read the book again. You were feeling light headache and your eyes are aching. You slowly wiped your teary eyes and stared at the book. It was a romantic and high school topic. Like a hilarious story that can make you smile widely. But now you are in a bad mood even can't smile. You gulped again and put the book away. You sighed again and got up. You couldn't help but feel insecure about his comment. You walked away from the library but you saw Taehyun at the end of street and looking for you. You gulped and turned to the opposite way. You walked fastly but he found out your apperance and run also. He catched you from your shoulder and you looked at him. Your tears and eyes hurted him a lot. He couldn't believe how much he hurt you. He buried your head towards his chest and stroked your hair. You couldn't help but let your tears burst and sobbed. He tried to soothe you again. "There is..there is..I am sorry cutie pie. I shouldn't yell at you like that. You are not clingy. I didn't mean it. I was exhausted and angry. But this is not an excuse for my behaviours. Will you forgive me?" You nodded slowly. He smiled softly. "I should know how to treat you properly even at my worst." You both walked and reached at your dorm. Taehyun tried to make it up to you until you laughed a lot and couldn't breathe at all.

Hueningkai

You run out of Txt's dorm and went to your dorm. You were sobbing and trying to catch some breathe. You put your hands on your face and tried to ease a bit. Your mind is full with his actions and words. It hurted you in deeply. You went your bathroom and washed your face. Your mascara leaked and your eyelashes got cleaned with water and cotton. You sniffed and went your bedroom. You laid your head on your soft pillow and you stared at the ceiling. You were trying to forget his words but it was hard. You heard a knock from the door and got up. You opened the door. It was your boyfriend Hueningkai. He was holding a packet of jellies and chocolate. He smiled softly and closed the door. "Sorry honey. I made a big mistake to judge you about this. I know you are trying your best to claim my needs and my happiness. But I couldn't get it. I was foolish honey. I am so sorry love. It won't happen again." Hyuka kissed your forehead and gave you the package while untied his shoes and got in. You smiled at him and hugges his waist. "Please be yourself. Not yell or push me away. I am trying my best to help you." You both smiled at each other while kissing.

#txt fluff #beomgyu fanfic #beomgyu fluff #hueningkai #tomorrow x together #txt hard hours #txt fanfiction #txt reaction #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt edits #txt taehyun #taehyun x reader #taehyun #kang taehyun #taehyun x y/n #txt comfort

[byizoyas]

omfg request time because i cannot stop thinking about how this would go

but could you please write an alhaitham fic with the prompt "who did this to you?" with the whole showing up at his doorstep late in the night thing? no pressure and doesn't have to be long at all!!

~ nessa ♡

genshin impact ; requests

2023/byizoyas. — pls do not plagiarize or repost and claim as yours ! thank you very much :)

✘ sfw. modern au. coming to his apartment late at night, crying. bonus ‘who did this to you’ trope for nessa ✘ alhaitham x gn!reader

incessant sobbing and a sad song was all one could hear from your room at this moment.

you were not usually that dramatic but you didn’t remember someone hurting your feelings so hard before and since it came from your family, you had a hard time calming yourself.

words are meaningless they said; but if they saw you now, would they say the same ? your eyes were all red and swollen from the tears and your body wouldn’t stop shaking, putting you in an even more uncomfortable state.

you looked around yourself. you were alone. but loneliness was most likely the very last thing you needed now. you craved an embrace, not just by anyone; by a friend.

you scrolled down your contacts to find the person that would perhaps be awake as it was pretty late at night.

‘kaveh’ you said to yourself, typing as fast as you could as if your phone would disappear from your hands from a minute to another.

r you home ? need someone rn :(

your text was delivered and as you kept staring at the screen, waiting to see it changed to a read status, your leg started shaking by itself.

the music had stopped by now, and as your tears kept on falling down by themselves, you at least stopped being so loud. you didn’t know if it felt better to cry your heart out, almost screaming on the pillow or not but at least you could breathe in and out more easily now.

you only had to wait a few more minutes before kaveh replied.

come to my place

that was his only text and you needed no more to simply put on your shoes and leave your house.

their words were repeating in your brain, and as you started to think about how you would never forget it, the tears came back. you looked around quickly, making sure no one saw you in this miserable situation.

no one was around. now you started to think the world was sending you a message. you didn’t live in a little city at all, you were in a pretty big one actually. and as it was friday night, there usually was a few people hanging around.

but tonight, on the night you needed to see people, you were left all alone with your thoughts and tears.

you shook your head, throwing all the negative thought away when after a few twenty minutes of walking, you arrived near kaveh’s address. it wasn’t lightened so you started asking yourself whether he was still up.

you didn’t take long to come you thought. perhaps he was in his room then; so you knocked on the door several times.

your phone displayed 3 am. you really went through the city so late at night only to vent to your friend; but the longer you were standing waiting by the door, the more you started to regret your choice. perhaps you were annoying him; perhaps he had things to do, other than listening to you.

you turned around after overthinking it, ready to leave and go back to your house when you heard the door opening, quickly followed by the familiar voice of alhaitham.

‘y/n ? what are you doing here ?’ his voice was monotonous and obviously he had just woken up.

‘a-alhaitham, hi. i wanted to see kaveh but i guess he’s not there.’

you looked away, avoiding his eyes that seemed to read right through you.

‘indeed he went out tonight.’

you looked at your feet now, before looking back at him. ‘oh. i will take my leave then, sorry for disturbing.’ you waved at him and tried to leave for the second time tonight when he took your wrist.

‘wait. are you okay ?’

of course his observant eyes were not going to miss the obvious pain written all over your face. he, who usually remained stoic, seemed quite worried now.

could it be that he worried about you ? or was it just you that needed something to change your mind ? in any case it did make you feel at ease and way better than before.

‘yeah!’ you lied. you always did, but as much as you were close to kaveh, you were never that close to alhaitham. you only exchanged banalities most of the time, and a few jokes around.

yet he didn’t seem to believe you; as if he knew you better than that and in the end, perhaps he did.

‘liar. come in and wait for kaveh.’ he almost ordered. ‘it’s late, i wouldn’t want to have it on my conscience if something bad happened to you.’

now he was the one looking away.

you quickly followed him inside the apartment since he kind of insisted. the excuse of not wanting to have something bad on this conscience was only hiding his genuine worry about you.

you guys went on the couch, watching tv but it was only on to fill the silence. none of you spoke. and none of you were paying attention to the series playing on the plasma screen.

alhaitham wasn’t so good with comforting people. a part of him wished he could just hug you and speak nice words that would ease your pain but nothing came.

meanwhile you were still overthinking your night. you calmed down but somehow it felt like a giant wave was about to drown you when the words echoed again.

you apologized to the man who was sitting next to you and went to the bathroom to refresh yourself with some cold water.

now you looked real messy. your hair half wet half dry, your face fully drowned in tears and your eyes swollen like before.

you despised the way you looked and you despised even more the way you didn’t manage to cry quietly because you heard alhaitham knocking on the door.

‘y/n open the door.’ he asked. but the door wasn’t closed anyway and after some seconds, alhaitham didn’t have the patience to hear your crying and not to anything about it so he opened the door only to find you sitting down, head on your arms.

you looked up at him. alhaitham gulped at the sight. you were often laughing, always the one joking around with both he and kaveh and he couldn’t believe that you were the one crying on his floor now.

‘who did this to you ?’ he asked, his brows frowning; betraying both his annoyance and anger. he hated to see you like that and he wished to never see you that way again.

he kneeled in front of you and took you into his arms. you couldn’t find strength to say anything so you kept on sobbing against his body, tightening the hug.

his embrace felt good, it really did and you were so grateful for that. you intended on kaveh to be there for you but alhaitham was doing good too.

you managed to stop crying, and alhaitham helped wiping away your tears with both his fingers and a tissue he got from the cupboard.

just at this moment did the two of you heard the front door opening.

‘wow wow. stealing away my role tonight alhaitham ?’ kaveh asked when he stepped in on the two of you, very close to each other, and alhaitham caressing your hair and comforting you as best as he could.

‘perhaps i will steal it for a longer time.’ alhaitham replied to tease kaveh. and it did work since the two of them started arguing again over everything and anything but it got quite fun to you.

although as much as you and kaveh laughed, alhaitham seemed very serious with his sentence; almost making it sound like a promise.

but you didn’t mind; after all he was the one who comforted you tonight and who made you feel better despite the horrible things you had heard just before.

you could easily get used to such a sweet alhaitham, and if this softness in him was something that made you like him even more; he, had liked you all this time.

and the fact he could be the one to bring up a smile on your face tonight made him feel kinda victorious.

#byizoyas. #alhaitham #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x y/n #alhaitham drabble #alhaitham scenarios #alhaitham fluff #genshin x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin fluff #genshin scenarios #genshin drabbles

[kkl1nch0r]

title: woes of an immortal (blade x gn!reader)

angst. this is angst guys. i was feeling emo. please don't come for my throat if your soul is shattered like mine was when I typed in the last words LOL!

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Since when did once an abomination seek and find its inner beauty?

Since when did a monster find their claws worthy and able to cradle the body of their dead love gently?

Since when did a beast, its fangs eternally stained with the slaughterous voices of its sin, bound and sliced cleanly from its vices, learn to find itself worthy of affection?

Blade was the first to be.

Once his weary eyes, deprived of desire, gazed into yours– the savage tamed by the saint– everything prior to his misery (as well the whole of his suffering) had been snuffed out. Much like the blowing out of a candle with its constant need to burn, all there was left was the stub of wax. Unhealed scars, bleeding wounds, a wailing soul.

I’ve changed, repeated the immortal abomination. I’ve changed.

You had held his cold cheek firmly and told him things you alone cannot remember– only a man who had lived so mundanely could recall the very words you had uttered.

But at the merciless hands of death, who can blame for one to forget? Even those who have lived with such purpose and ambition cannot remember every word they have spoken on their deathbed.

Your deathbed was his lap, your pillows were his trembling hands, and your last breath was just as shaking as his. Your vision faded, coming into focus to see blades ugly ass eye sigh this is shit

I bring misery, he says, his voice sounding like a cry heard from the other side of a wall. I have brought this upon you.

“Do not blame yourself,” you whisper, and he begins to cry– it's a mourning howl. He’s wailing; there are no signs of him stopping, as his tears come down upon your face like rain. A scarred, quivering hand clutches yours, and your heart breaks– as much as you wish to squeeze back reassuringly, there is no strength left in your body to reciprocate his gesture. No more energy to dispel his worries.

Blade tires himself out by crying; he lets out a choked sob, having lamented so hard his voice is broken, scattered like his essence. He had been begging for death just then; why did he wish for life now?

“Blade,” you whisper weakly, and it brings another wave of sobs. Blade doesn’t know he torments you with his sorrow. You lie in his arms helplessly as the man strangles himself with his cries.

Oh, it sounds so sad. So terrible, to know that you are about to pass on and he, immortal as he is, can do nothing about it– can do nothing about his death, nor yours, and can only watch as time flies by; to wait for a person who will never come back, nobody to answer his calls. Nobody to return to; nobody to look for in the bustling crowds of the Xianzhou.

Nobody to confide in, love, protect– Blade brings your hand to his lips– a gentle kiss placed on your knuckles as you manage a weak smile, lifting your hand to hold his cheek. He so desperately presses into your touch, tears trickling down his cheeks, barely able to hold back his grieving cries.

“You…” Swallowing thickly, you try to form a coherent sentence. “You haven’t changed.”

Not one bit? Blade asks sadly, pressing his lips against the palm of your hand. The shake of your head answers him, and Blade breathes in deeply, but it hitches, and he shakes with an effort to control his silent crying.

“Not one bit,” You reply with effort, and it's surprising how such a simple phrase seems to take the breath from you. Blade nods, and you exhale resignedly, bits of the world blurring into one. They say death is peaceful, but the man looking at you tells you otherwise.

“Remember me,” You say finally, and the last fragmented vision of Blade’s face blurs into nothing. Your body scatters, fading to ashes of what remains:

You are the ghost of a memory– sometimes Blade will see your figure standing in the midst of a parting crowd– there are times when you are there and moments when you aren’t. As Blade gazes at his empty, bloody hands, he begins to wonder if you were merely a fleeting dream.

But there is nothing he can do to change about it. And so his piercing wail reaches the sky, the rumble of thunder in the rushing of gray clouds, the rain purging the very essence of what made up just a fraction of his life.

Never has Blade felt so insignificant, as he recalls the words you had whispered once before.

I’ve changed, he’d repeat. I’ve changed.

You are just the same, you had said. When one’s life changes, the soul remains as is. You are better now– better, but just the same.

Blade kneels in the dirt.

Just the very same, Blade thinks, but without you, I feel truly different.

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[nevermore-baby]

I've seen many versions and variations of mean!steddie, but let me give my five cents. Obviously, it depends. I personally wouldn't be able to live when my one partner is constantly mean to me. BUT here me out. nsfw under the cut, mdni

Imagine your daily life. Steve is obviously such a daddy. He makes sure you eat and sleep and are happy. Eddie, on the other hand, likes to tease you. He’ll take things from right under your nose, hiding them on the top shelves, where you can’t reach. He’d take away your stuffies. He’d tease you over the stupidest things. You call him a "meanie" approximately 3 times per day, complaining to Steve at least once. And Eddie, unlike you, isn't Steve's princess, so he faces the consequences of his teasing in his own time (we won't go into that now). 

But everything changes in the bedroom. Steve - well, you might be his princess, but he knows you’re tough, he knows you can handle him, so after a long tiring week he knows he doesn’t have to hold back. Eddie, he’s so whipped for you, he honestly can’t tell you no when you’re laying there all pretty and naked with your perfect tits out for him.

So you’d lay there on your stomach, face red and puffy, Eddie lying to the side of you, while Steve is pounding you from behind, smacking your ass from time to time, your squeals muffled by the pillow. He kept you on edge for what felt like hours, first having Eddie eat you out, having to literally drag him off by his hair so he wouldn’t make you cum, then fingering you slowly, saying how “you needed to be prepared for daddy’s big cock”, and finally plunging in, setting a relentless pace right away. He’d push your legs together, your pussy getting tighter and his cock reaching deeper within you, so you could feel it bulging in your stomach. Steve knew how to hit the spot perfectly, and he’d do that every time without fail, leaving you there whining and crying, Eddie wiping your tears off with his thumb, other hand coming to your matted hair, moving it out of the way.

“No, no, no…I can't anymore, please Steve, I need to come", you’d whine, forgetting that it’s not Eddie, and you can’t just ask whatever you want and get it. You realised your mistake, receiving a harsh smack on your ass.

"Doesn't seem like that to me. Try asking nicely and I'll consider it", Steve said, barely out of breath.

"Please, daddy, Stevie, please, let me come" you whined, sobbing loudly - you were teetering right on edge, any pressure on your clit would make you come.

"Oh look at you baby, being so nice, following daddy's orders", Steve said, voice full of fake pity. “The answer is still no.”

Realising Steve is a lost cause, you turn to Eddie. You knew it was hard for him to tell you no, you knew the effect you and Steve had on him.

“Eddie, baby”, you whispered, kissing him sloppily, "Can I come? Pl- please?" you looked up at him, giving him your best puppy eyes, pouting. Eddie's own brows furrowed. "Sorry, sweetheart, it's not up to me, it's up to daddy now"

“Pl- please, do something”, you mewled, seeing Eddie’s gaze switch nervously between you and Steve. Eventually, he’d get up on his knees, crawling closer to Steve, catching his chin in his fingers, kissing him deeply, causing Steve’s rhythm to falter - that gave you a bit of a break.

“Don’t you think she had enough, big boy?” Eddie batted his eyelashes at Steve, kissing him once more, Steve groaning in response, but moving away nonetheless.

“I see what you’re doing there. Both of you.”, he’d say, one hand moving to wrap around Eddie’s cock, jerking him off harshly. “Think daddy’s so dumb he wouldn’t notice your little whispering over there. Now, only I get to come”

So yeah. Steve is a complete menace in bed. He knows you both and your boundaries so well, he knows what you are capable of, so you’re in for a time of your life. He would, though, give the best aftercare afterwards, telling you how good you were for him, both of you, and bringing towels to clean you guys up, and cuddling in bed until you were out of the post-orgasm haze, and then you’d smother him with kisses, telling him how grateful you were, and all three of you would just lay there until you drift off asleep.

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Would you do an obey me hc with MC who takes Mammon’s tsundere comments at face value, and thinks that he ACTUALLY doesnt like them?

I don't know how many times I constantly kept deleting ad rewriting this ask, so I'm so sorry for the long wait. But here it is!

❣️Words to Heart❣️

Mammon loves you.

He adores you so much to the point that phrases alone could never decipher how he feels for you. Unfortunately, Mammon was too much of a prideful Bastard to Admit it.

The only way he knew to express his emotion was by short snarky comments. Words that seemed harsh but were an underlying path for him to say what he was feeling.

So It wasn't much of a shock when he only let out a "Stupid Human." the moment you slip up on something simple. Nor give you a break when he would call you out as a:

"Clutz of a human" or "too weak to take care of yourself".

At first glance, you never take his word to heart, chalking him down as a tsundere type. But recently, his words started to become sharp and stuck with you long after conversing with him.

The comments dripped into your thoughts to the point of overflow. You couldn't help but conclude that Mammon hated you. That he only took you as a chore than any other.

So you began to take his words to heart.

You would frown upon him when he would make fun of you. Quivered when he insulted you and whimpered in silence whenever he would speak of you. But you tugged through all of them, denying to show your emotions to him so he could poke fun at you further.

Nevertheless, at some point. You burst.

You made an error during cooking, leaving your dinner ruined on the floor. Mammon being himself began to go on about your mishaps and once again dubbed you a "stupid human."

At the least your walls being to break. Tears brimming at the rim of your eyes, trailing down your cheek to the underside of your chin in little droplets on the floor.

That's all you were to him.

A Stupid Human

You let out slight sobs before you sprinted out of the kitchen, vacating a very confused demon behind in the mess. What Just happened? Mammon stood stunned, processing the scene that just went down just a few moments ago. What did he do?

Mammon stared in the direction you ran. He said something he didn't imply, did he?

Mammon knew he wasn't well with words, particularly when it comes to his feelings. He rather pays all his debts than say how he feels.

But his devotion for you was nearly impossible to admit. You were perfect and he was just some demon, how could he say he loves you?! It Was hard.

But the last thing he wanted to do was hurt his only human. Mammon settled to put his dignity aside for once to comfort you. Taking a breath to compose himself and jog off to find you.

When he entered your room he was on eggshells, fearing the worst of kicking him out and cursing his name to hell. But all he got were quite sobs and your tear-stricken complexion smushed upon a pillow.

Now he truly felt bad.

He took delicate strides to reach you, being as cautious and sluggish as he can be. At first, you don't shift an inch at his presence but his delicate touch coated you out of the pillow.

"Am I Just a stupid human to you?"

Mammon responded quickly to your accusation.

"No! Are ya crazy?! You're more than just a human to me!" he shouted. "Then what am I to you?"

He couldn't look you directly in the eyes, instead, he turned away with the largest blush you've seen from him.

"You're my Treasure," he mumbled. "what?" "You're my treasure." he raised his voice.  "say that one more time?" " I said You're My Treasure!"

Giving wide-eyed him at his short bursts, almost believing he was screeching at you, but luckily, you could understand the mumbled cries he was spouting.

You plastered a smile on your complexion, laying your head on his shoulders.

"I'm kidding I heard you the first time." you teased.

" Listen here ya Huma- I mean (Name). There never a time were ya won't be anything less to me than the Great Mammon's Treasure, and ya bettea' not forget it."

Mammon may not be the greatest at words but there is never a moment when he won't let you know how important you are.

His greatest Treasure of all!

My Request box will still be open for a little bit before I close it for some other ideas I'm writing on so don't forget to ask before it too late!

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SAFE HAVEN - A BANG CHAN SERIES

PREVIOUS NEXT

CHAPTER THREE: CHOCOLATE BROWN EYES

Pairing: Bang Chan x Afab Plus Size Reader

General Synopsis: You ran away from New York to South Korea to escape the hell you were living in. With the help of a girl who lived there. Your only goal was to have a fresh start but that all changes when a certain boy notices you on the flight. After a shy encounter, he ends up being your neighbor and also a friend of the girl who helped you escape. You want to let him in, but you're scared because of your past. But he is patient and willing to wait as long as it takes to win your heart.

Word Count: 3.1K

Warning: story contains mentions of suicide, fat shaming, abuse & sexual assault. ADULT THEMES. MINORS AND AGESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: Please don't repost or translate my work. If you wish to be tagged please comment on the post! Thank you.

Chan could hear whimpering on the other side of the wall. He looked over at his clock to see that it was around 2:30am. He remembered you made the same exact noises when you were sleeping on the plane. Was she suffering from nightmares? He wondered as he sat up and looked at the wall behind him. He remembered the fear in your eyes when you jolted awake, the fear that still lingered in them when you first locked eyes. No… He thought. This is more than just nightmares. He gently pressed his hand to the wall and let out a sigh. What are you even doing? You don’t even know the girl and you want to protect her so badly.

You tossed and turned in your bed. Whimpering as tears drenched the pillows beneath you. In your mind you were reliving the last time Jacob attacked you. You could still feel his hands on your throat as he choked you.

“Jacob please s-stop!” You choked out as you scratched at his hands. His cold ice blue eyes just stared at you with anger and contempt. You fought as hard as you could, because this time you really thought he was going to kill you. But he kept choking you until you were too weak to fight. As you laid there helpless he just laughed at you.

“Stupid fat pig.” He growled out. “Time for the only thing you’re good for.” He spread your legs wide and ripped a hole in your leggings, not even bothering to strip you. You choked on a sob as he unbuckled his belt and pushed down his jeans and boxers. “J-Jake no…”

Before the memory could go any further you jolted awake and let out a sob. You panted and looked around wildly trying to remember where you were. But even though you recognized your new home at that moment you didn’t feel safe. You slowly crawled out of bed as you silently cried. Your whole body was trembling, you could barely stand. You slowly walked to the sliding door that led to your balcony. You could hear his voice in your head. Telling you how worthless, pathetic and ugly you are. He had said it so many times you began to believe that he was right.

I’m never going to be free. You thought to yourself as you stepped onto the balcony. I am never going to be safe. He’s ruined me. There’s no going back, there’s no getting better. You let out a shaky breath and looked down at the parking lot. Maybe I should just jump and end it, get it all over with. You bit your lip as the tears dropped onto your hands that gripped the balcony railing.

“Hey.” A male voice said softly and you gasped and looked over to your right quickly. Your eyes widened and you froze. There on the balcony of the apartment next door was the pair of warm brown eyes you couldn’t seem to forget. There’s no way. You thought to herself. I’m hallucinating right now. This had to be a dream, you weren’t awake yet. He moved closer and the moon lit up his face, which you could finally see. He was beautiful. His curly brown hair, his tanned skin, his plump lips, and his eyes. Your heart was pounding so loud you were scared he could hear it.

“Y-You.” You breathed out. “Y-You’re my neighbor?” For a moment all the pain you had been feeling was gone, the nightmare and memories were far from you mind because all you could do was stare at the man before you. You realized how crazy and distraught you must have looked and blushed deeply in embarrassment. But he didn’t seem to care, he smiled softly in response to your question and nodded.

“That’s correct. It’s good to see you again.” He said softly. “Though I was planning to come greet you sometime later in the morning. But I couldn’t help but be worried, I could hear you crying.” He bit his lip and moved to the edge of the side of his balcony so he could be as close as possible to you. His eyes were full of concern and looked at you with a gentleness that made your heart skip a beat. “Are you alright?” He asked. Chan watched as you looked down at your feet and you bit your lip, he tried hard to not stare at your bare legs, suddenly noticing you were only in a shirt he blushed and looked down quickly.

“I-I’m sorry… it’s been… it’s been a rough time for me and this is a huge change I think I’m just a bit overwhelmed.” You replied quietly. Liar, you are not okay. You are FAR from okay. You weren’t going to just open up to a random stranger. You looked up to see his flushed cheeks as his eyes locked with yours, you could tell he didn’t buy it. But you were thankful that he nodded and didn’t push further. “I never got to ask your name earlier, after you gave me back my necklace.” You said shyly. “I-I’m Y/n.” Chan smiled in response.

“I’m Christopher, but everyone calls me Chan.” He replied softly and held his hand out to you. He watched as your eyes stared at his hand, how you bit her lip before slowly reaching out and placing your tiny hand in his. So soft… He thought to himself as he grinned and gently shook it before letting go. His eyes looked back at you and caught a small smile on your lips. His heart fluttered. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too.” You responded with a small smile. “And I’m sorry for waking you up with my crying.” You looked down in embarrassment. “I promise that won’t happen often.” Chan only shook his head and smiled.

“Stop apologizing, it’s okay.” He said gently. “Like you said, this is a huge change for you. Plus I was already awake. I don’t really sleep much. I’m a night owl I guess you can say.” He shrugged. “But you look exhausted so I’m sure you want to go back to sleep.” He added.

“You’re right.” You responded quietly. “I should probably sleep some more.” You dreaded it but you knew he was right. You looked up at him and smiled softly. “Goodnight Chan.” You said softly. He smiled and bit his lip.

“Goodnight Y/n. Sleep well.” He said softly in response, which made your heart flutter and your knees go weak. You tightened your grip on the railing for a moment. You gave him one last small smile before walking back into your apartment and closing the sliding door to your balcony. When you were out of sight Chan let out a shaky breath and placed his hand on his chest.

“I thought she was going to jump.” He whispered as he leaned against the railing. He heard everything, the name you kept calling out, the way you kept begging for that person to stop. It wasn’t hard to piece together that something traumatic happened to the woman who has bewitched his heart so quickly. He was scared for you, he was angry for you.

He wanted to destroy whomever made you look broken and helpless. It was a sight he never wanted to see again. He wanted to see more of your smile, he wanted to see those beautiful eyes light up and he was determined to make sure you were going to be happy here. He walked back into his room and closed his sliding door and slowly got back into bed. He looked at the wall behind him wishing he could see through and get one more look at you. “Sleep well, beautiful.” He whispered to himself. “No more nightmares, dream of only the good things to come.”

You slowly fell back to sleep and just like he wished you didn’t have another nightmare. Instead your dreams focused on him, the boy who was slowly creeping into your heart. You dreamed about his eyes, his smile, how large his hand was compared to hers, how gentle his hand felt. For the first time, you slept peacefully all thanks to him.

You woke up around 9am and groaned. Sitting up slowly, you let out a quiet yawn. Your eyes looked to the balcony and the events off earlier this morning rushed through your mind and your face turned red. You turned and buried your face in the pillow and let out a scream in embarrassment. You ran your fingers through your hair as you sat up. How could you let him see you in such a state? You whimpered and pulled yourself out of bed to go brush your teeth and wash up. As you went through your clothes, you settled for your ripped black jeans and a black hoodie. After what happened earlier you had no plans to leave the apartment, ever. Your stomach grumbled and you sighed as you walked into the kitchen. You opened the fridge and let out a sigh when you noticed it was empty.

“Great.” You whispered to herself. “I gotta go food shopping.” Just then there was a knock at your door. You jumped slightly and looked at the door with wide eyes. Nari didn’t text you to say she was coming today. You bit your lip and slowly walked to the door. When you looked through the peephole your breath hitched. It was him, Chan. Chan stood at the door, nervously rocking back and forth. He was so desperate to see you again that he convinced himself to knock on your door. You were on the other side pacing in a panic. Your mind was swirling. But eventually you calmed yourself down and slowly opened the door. You peeked out and looked at him shyly as you watched his eyes light up and his lips form a goofy grin. Your heart skipped a beat and you felt your knees go weak.

“Hi.” You said quietly before looking down at your feet. Get a hold of yourself Y/n, he’s out of your league. You gripped the door as you tried to regain composure.

“Hey.” He said softly back. “--- I was wondering if you would wanna maybe go get some breakfast with me?” He asked and bit his lip. You looked up at him with wide eyes. “After last night I wanted to make sure you had a good day. Since you’re new here and don’t really know the language I figured I could show you around and we can get to know each other more.” He rambled nervously and looked down at his feet. He is just too fucking cute. You thought to yourself as you looked at him with a small amused smile.

“I’d like that.” You replied which made his head shoot back up with wide and hopeful eyes. The smile that formed on his face made your cheeks redden and you bit your lip.

“One sec.” You closed the door and let out a shaky breath. You put on your sneakers and grabbed your bag and cell phone. “You can do this, don’t be a coward. New life, new friends.” You said to yourself quietly. You opened the door and stepped out. You gave him a small smile. “Okay let’s go.” Chan smiled widely and nodded.

“Alright follow me.” He said softly and walked with you to the elevator. He took you to a coffee shop nearby. He could help but notice how you kept her eyes to the floor and stayed close to his side as they waited in line to order. But then he saw people staring at you and he realized what was happening. They were judging your size. He frowned at them and gently nudged your shoulder. “Ignore them.” He said. “You’re perfect.” This made you blush deeply and look up at him with wide eyes. Your mouth slightly opened as you struggled to respond. Chan had to stop himself from kissing you right then and there. You looked so adorable. He giggled softly and nodded over to the counter. It was their turn to order. You looked over to the counter and saw a young boy standing behind it with freckles and big brown eyes grinning wildly at you both.

“Oi, Felix!” Chan said to the boy. “This is the new neighbor I told you about. Her name is Y/n..” You looked up at him and gave him a soft smile and nod.

“Welcome to Seoul Y/n! I’m Felix. It's nice to meet you!” He said softly and nodded at you. You noticed he had an Australian accent as well.

“Thank you.” You said softly. “--- It’s very nice to meet you as well.” Yousaid quietly with a small smile. The freckled boy smiled gently at you and then looked to Chan.

“Your usual hyung?” He asked softly and Chan nodded. “And what about you Y/n? What would you like?” He asked softly. You bit your lip and looked at them both shyly. You wished you could read what was on the board behind him. It made you feel so out of place.

“Surprise me.” You said softly in response. “Make it sweet though.” You gave him a soft smile as he nodded.

“You got it. I’ll make your drinks. Go take a seat. It’s on the house.” He said softly. Your eyes widened in surprise. “Take it as a welcoming gift.” He said softly. “My break is about to start so I’ll come join you both when I’m done.” Both of you thanked him. Chan led you to a big couch with a table across from a fireplace. You couldn’t help but smile as you looked around.

“This is my favorite spot. Especially in the winter when it’s cold out.” He said softly and sat down on the couch. He smiled and patted the spot next to him. You bit your lip and sat next to him keeping a safe but comfortable distance away. Not wanting to give him the idea that you didn’t like being near him. You were still embarrassed about the night before. “Thank you for giving me a chance and coming with me.” He added softly. Your eyes locked with his and the look he gave you made your heart stop. It was such a gentle gaze, full of kindness and caring.

“Thank you for not avoiding me after.” You said softly. “I was scared I may have freaked you out.” You bit your lip. “Life back home, it was really hard. I’m still recovering from it.” You looked down at your hands, afraid of his response. Your eyes widened slightly when you saw his large hand reach over and gently grab your small hand and squeeze.

“You’re not alone, don’t ever feel like you have to be. If you ever feel like everything is too much and you can’t breathe, come to me. I’ll be right by your side and I’ll help you.” He said softly. “I can tell you’re kind and caring. I can tell that you’re a good person and I want to help you heal.” His thumb brushed against the top of your hand and you felt your cheeks turn beet red. You looked up at him, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

“I’m scared to let anyone in.” You whispered. “But with you… I don’t know how to describe it. I just feel safe. Is that weird?” You asked quietly. He shook his head to say no and squeezed your hand. “I’m happy you ended up being my neighbor Chan.”

Just as Chan opened his mouth to reply Felix approached and you pulled your hand away in embarrassment. Your cheeks become more red as he places your coffees on the table as well as a plate of brownies. He looked at you both and then gave Chan a knowing glance which made the older man blush and look down shyly.

“I hope you like your latte. I also made these brownies a few minutes ago so they’re fresh and still very warm.” He said softly. You smiled at the freckled boy and thanked him before picking up your drink to take a sip. Your eyes lit up and you looked at him with wide eyes.

“It taste like the thin mint girl scout cookies back home.” You gushed. “Felix this is so good! Thank you!” You grinned. Felix couldn’t help but grin back but he could see Chan’s jealousy at your reaction from the corner of his eye. Chan wanted to be the first one to make you smile like that. But he couldn’t help but melt at the sight.

“Wait til you try his brownies. Man’s a pro at baking.” Chan said with a soft smile. You raised her brow and put you cup down to take a brownie and you hesitantly took a bite and almost groaned at how amazing it tasted.

“Felix teach me your ways.” You pleaded which made both men laugh in response. You couldn’t help but smile at the both. They looked adorable when they laughed. You felt so happy and warm in that moment you prayed it would feel like this all the time. “By the way I noticed that you guys have a different accent. Are you both from Australia?” You asked softly. Chan grinned and nodded.

“I was born there and eventually moved back here with my family. Felix moved there when he was really young. We both came back when we were in our teens. I met him a few years ago through my friend Changbin and we’ve been inseparable ever since. He’s like a long lost brother.” Chan said softly as he placed a hand gently on Felix’s shoulder. Felix smiled widely and nodded.

“You should introduce her to the guys hyung. I’m sure they’d all love her.” He said softly. “There’s eight of us. We’re all inseparable. Pretty much family. They all know English well except for one but he’s working on it. — we were all gonna meet up at Chans tonight for a game night and dinner. You should come!” You immediately got nervous at the idea of meeting six more people. It’s as if Chan knew how you felt cause he reached out for your hand again.

“You already met Han yesterday. They’re gonna love you I promise. They’re all nice and they would never mistreat you.” He said softly. “I’d love it if you came.” He looked at you with pleading eyes and you sighed in defeat and nodded. Felix pumped his fists up into the air in victory earning giggles from both you and Chan. Maybe meeting them all wasn't a bad idea.

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Can you tell me about the morning after going several rounds with Dean he rolls over in bed and adjusts the covers, causing you to forget your shift to be his good girl a couple more times?

Warnings/tags: explicit, name calling, rough sex, nihilistic themes, Knight of Hell Dean, fantasies of being fucked to death? Idk it’s one of mine, might as well be yours, you’re female AFAB in this scenario

Words: 826

It’s 6 o’clock in the morning, and your shift starts at 7. You should be in the shower, washing off the sex and sweat from the night before. Instead, you’re letting him slip his big, rough hand between your legs from behind and slide his thick fingers along your messy slit.

Yesterday after work, you met people for happy hour. You committed to one drink because of your early morning shift. After bidding your friends farewell, you stopped at the liquor store around the corner; that’s when you saw him.

Tall, lean, hair a mess, shoulders broad and thick enough to hold your knees open wide for hours. And it didn’t stop there. The guy clearly didn’t skip leg day, and the estimation of power behind those hips and thighs had you wet and wanting in the South African wine aisle.

Now, he brushes those heavy, juicy lips against the shell of your ear and breathes. “Gonna be a good girl for me this mornin’?” 

You were a good girl for him all night. In fact, you were so good for him, that you can barely move this morning.

“Just gimme a minute to call work,” you whisper, hoarse from begging, shouting, and sobbing his name.

He grunts behind you as he resituates your twisted bedding until he’s glued to you from shoulder to ass and pushing one knee between your thighs. You reach for your phone to find the lock screen is a snap of you with his angry grip clamped under your chin and his thick, hard cock in your mouth.

This man... isn’t a man at all. He told you as much before you even let him touch you.

“D’you believe in the devil?” He loomed over you under one of the hazy street lights on your block.

“I don’t believe in anything.”

He blinked, and the street lights played no tricks to reveal eyes as black as oil, slick and treacherous, and it took your breath away.

“How ‘bout now?” he asked, eerily motionless on the sidewalk in front of your building.

“Show me.”

Your phone screen opens, and you type out a text to your shift manager.

Caught something nasty — body aches, feverish... sorry to leave you short this morning 🙁

!!! rest up and get better, we’ll handle it 

When you attempt to replace your phone on your nightstand, Dean stops you and swipes to find your photos and videos.

“There we are,” he rumbles, tapping on a thumbnail to open a video of you astride his hips. He focused on where his slick, pink cock repeatedly disappeared inside you, and his thumb toyed with your clit.

He props the phone against your lamp and drags your leg over his hip. You recall all the filthy things he said in that moment, but it’s muted now, so you get real-time narration in its place.

“You take my cock so good. Look at that tight, dripping pussy ridin’ me like a fuckin’ pro.”

He reaches down to spread your lips and push a finger inside, just as you feel his hard, smooth cock nudging and probing your cheeks. On the screen, you cup your breasts and tweak your nipples in a rhythm that Dean matches with his thrusts and swipes of his thumb.

You watch yourself arch and can almost hear the gasp as Dean grips your cunt in his hand in real time. “Fuck my hand.”

You moan and comply, reaching for the screen to go to the next video with the sound on.

“Fuckin’ hot little bitch.”

You were ass-up, your hair fisted in his hand as he pushed the side of your face into your pillow. He knelt between your open thighs, forcing the breath from your lungs and the plump of your ass to shake with every thrust.

Now, you listen to yourself squeak under his dark chuckles from your phone, as you moan with the heel of his hand grinding over your mound and his fingers fucking you to come again.

“You should be unconscious by now, fuckin’ energizer bunny,” he mutters with mirth and spite before sinking his teeth into the juncture between your neck and shoulder. 

You whine, depleted and desperate. You’ve never been fucked like this before. You’re always in charge, on top, you call the shots — and it’s still never enough.

But Dean’s a Knight of Hell. 

He rolls you to your stomach and straddles your hips. 

“Thought you were gonna show me somethin’, didn’t ya, honey?” 

He presses a hand between your shoulder blades to hold you in place, not that you could go move if you wanted to. 

“Fucked all the fire outta ya. Got nothin’ to say?” 

Then he’s pushing inside you, slow and so thick it hurts. Your whimper doesn’t leave your chest. 

You realize then that this might be how you die. 

At least you’ll go out with a spectacularly wicked bang.

Please don’t leave without telling me what you think!

#demon dean smut #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x you #flashfic 2023

[6irlpet]

i’m here and horny again bc i forgot to take my SSRI for a week. just sharing that i tried to finally sit down and make a kink bucket list instead of keeping a vague mental one and it was so long and disgusting that tumblr wouldn’t save it in drafts and it had to go in a google doc. also writing it made me so turned on i had to hump a pillow while typing

anyway here are some of the highlights

be choked until i pass out

get nipples & clit hood pierced

intox scene, be forced to get high then played with (may be happening this summer! fwb promised it, if i can allow myself to be vulnerable! we’ll see)

get spanked until i’m sobbing and begging and almost at safeword point

sleep in bondage in a cage (preferably both at same time and preferably this happens semi frequently)

roleplay an abduction, complete with being tied and put in car trunk and driven somewhere private to be fucked

roleplay cnc scene where i genuinely do try to fight back and get naturally overpowered

be pissed on ☺️ in general for humiliation whenever dom wants but also on/in cunt, in ass, and on tits ☺️☺️☺️

facesitting!!!!!!!!! i want to be smothered and pass out

be hogtied on stomach btwn partner’s legs under blanket while they watch tv or read in bed and i have to cock/clitwarm or just be squeezed between their thighs breathing them in until they want me

give consent for partner to slip edibles/sleep aides in my food one random night out of a given week and use me while passed out (bonus points for filming it and making me watch)

get hypnotized in person!!!!! a Lot. heavy brain fuckery. fellas is it gay to be gaslit and brainwashed

own & wear locked collar that only owner has key to

get obedience training with a shock collar

be tied down and have partner stretch my cunt going up through sizes of toys no matter how hard i cry until they can fist me, film the first time im fisted and upload it anonymously online so ppl can see when my cunt was ruined

give head in public bathroom and/or dressing room

mile high club attempt

get strapped down in immobilized hooded bondage with cock gag + fucking machine in cunt + inflatable plug in ass + wand on clit + hypnosis in earbuds and left for hours

have my ass and cunt and tits caned + belt + flogged (all three of them)

have a ruined orgasm from having clit spanked

have a period of 24/7 TPE being my partner’s slave, getting face slapped + bent over for spanking immediately if i touch or speak without permission or say things like “i think / i want” , forget what my neck feels like without a collar

have a period of time where partner does daily spanking + daily edging + daily bondage + daily brainwashing on me 🥺 i want to be a pet covered in bruises

wear one of them fancy metal chastity belts…. especially plugged + maybe dildo/remote vibe in if im good

be hypnotized to have certain triggers that dom will drop into conversation randomly so im their puppet whenever they want

lots of icky casual semi-public dominance, like toys under clothes and not being allowed to speak and being led around by grip on my wrist

be ordered to edge while on a long road trip + sit in passenger seat with legs spread so partner can slap and pinch and rub my clit when bored as they drive

wake up naked and tied to bed ready for torture!

sleep on floor or pet bed with collar chained to bedpost

have nipples pumped by one of those hardcore milk suckers while partner does uhhh whatever they want to the rest of my body and i endure it

be fucked in all three holes at once + be spitroasted ☺️

crawl and worship boots before being kicked onto my back to beg like a dog for my cunt to be stepped on, be mocked and ordered to hump it even though the boot sole grinds on my clit

be kept helpless in straitjacket + hooded + gagged, thrown in cage like that or try to squirm around until im paid attention to again

get to call a partner daddy/mommy…. it will change my brain chemistry forever i know it

get face slapped at random and called affectionate things like dumb cunt, dumb dog, stupid bitch, slave, fleshlight etc

be tied down and edged for hours until i genuinely can’t take it anymore and cry/beg and be told crying isn’t a safeword. continue until i do safeword out and still don’t let me cum, in fact ice my cunt and lock a chastity belt on before cuddling and make me thank them for not letting me cum

be trained to respond to certain commands with an action (like holding poses, getting on knees, presenting, cockwarm etc) (training can be shock collar if im not fast enough)

have scene being given orders in a language i dont speak and be punished when i dont figure it out fast enough

be forced to drink water continuously and try my best to hold as long as i can until i genuinely lose control over my body and break and piss myself + be mocked and punished for it even tho i never had a chance

be shared with partner’s friends (especially getting them off when they come over, everyone hanging out talking while im on my knees making sure everyone cums in my mouth)

have partner choose a piercing for me (bonus: get it done by kinky acquaintance so that i’m made to thank them with oral)

be in dynamic with random dominance/degradation whenever we have shared signal it’s ok (bracelet or something idk) like randomly being told to get off furniture and stay on floor like a dog, being casually told im not allowed to speak again til they say so, be free use for groping and fucking, have clothes picked out or not be allowed to wear any, can only crawl, etc etc literally anything they decide within hard limits

be fucked with an ovipositor so my cunt is stuffed with the eggs (esp duct taped shut and have to be uncomfortably full warming them for as long as partner wants)

have gag reflex trained and get face fucked

give head to dom who’s getting high and tapping out the ashes on my tits… im kneeling pathetically hoping they give me permission to grind on their leg…. let them put joint out on my skin (pubic area or ass especially)…. 🥴

be tied down to have as many ice cubes shoved in my cunt and ass as can fit, be fucked when they melt so i can barely feel anything

live in enforced denial, have no say over if or when i cum, no warning if they’re gonna ruin the orgasm when they do say they’ll let me cum, be under someone’s control and surveillance so im devoted and obedient and take whatever they give me + service them how they like

ok i think im running out of room but yeah.

i desperately need to get over my fear of being vulnerable and Naked and perceived with my extremely submissive headspace and just find another freak to play with omggggg

my fwb is down for most of this but im embarrassed of how i slip almost into a trance headspace when im aroused where im needy and pathetic and shameless and begging to be objectified and used … in front of s friend even tho i know shes chill rip 😭 so i usually top even tho i dont rly feel anything for it…i wanna do all of these and be in dynamic even platonic where we do all these and whatever else they want to get their stress out or amuse them 😔

god i get so turned on by the possibility of someone wanting to hurt and torment me like this … ahdjshdk there is a fucking puddle in my pants rn help

#kink bucket list #there now most of it lives on a second site if the doc ever goes down or i delete it

[blushyeleven]

Tickletober - day 10

Ghost(face)

See I’m a fucking idiot and don’t know how to write for a ghost so the best thought I had was ghostface!

Characters: lee!tara, ler!sam

warnings: tickles, swearing

summary: Tara has a nightmare so she looks for Sam for a distraction

𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓁

The silent night crept onto the city that was New York. Covering the city with the ominous night sky. The time was exactly 11:54pm as Tara was comfortably tucked into her bed, with Sam still making herself busy around the apartment. Not yet wanting to drift off to sleep.

It had been 6 months. 6 months until Tara and sam faced the impending mental (and physical) scars of ghostface. Honestly it felt like it was yesterday. But nontheless Tara continued to live her days as if nothing even happened. Trying to block out those unwanted memories. But as much as she tried to tell herself that she wasn’t going to live in the past. There was always something dragging her back to the very moment, the underlying trauma that she tried so hard to forget about, pushing it all to the back of her mind until it faded into nothingness. But no, things always came back through the surface to haunt you.

Tara was having a normal sleep.. until she started seeing things. Almost re living it all over again. It was clear as day. Ghostface infront of her, the pain in her chest, the panic clear through her hyperventilating. Until her breath cut short, suddenly feeling like there was no oxygen left in the world as she watched ghostface suddenly bolting after her causing Tara to release a blood curdling scream before finding her own to feet and sprinting the other way. But no matter how fast she ran, ghostface was still right behind her. Only a few inches before.. stab.

Tara shot up from her pillow, letting out a small gasp and starting to sharply in and exhale, her eyes darting around check her surroundings. She sighed seeing it was still the same bedroom she fell asleep in. She groggily rubbed her eyes and dragged herself out of bed, still seeing the living room light on. There was no way she was falling back asleep after that. So the opened her door to see Sam on the sofa, watching tv. In all honesty, she felt like a little kid again, always running to Sam every time she had a nightmare. But she just needed the comfort, even if she didn’t want to admit it.

“Hey.. Sam..” Tara called out sleepily and her eyes slightly glassy. Sam turned her head around and furrowed her eyebrows “Tara? What happened?” Sam asked, clearly concerned. “I.. I had another nightmare..” was all Tara could manage to say as sams gaze softened “come here” and with those two words Tara began walking over to the sofa, seeing sams arms opened and Tara acceptingly crawled into them. Feeling like a toddler again. Sams naturally big sister instinct kicked in as she started running her hand through taras hair while holding her close. “It’s okay, your going to be okay” she spoke in such a confronting tone, clearly trying to put Tara at ease. The younger sister just melted into her touch, letting herself be vulnerable. Tara didn’t even care how childish she looked in this moment, she just desperately wanted to forget.

Sam just checked the clock. 00:12am. She continued to hold Tara close. “Look, your not going to college tomorrow. Your gonna stay like the is as long as you need and when you want to fall asleep, I’ll be right here, okay?” Tara honestly felt like she could sob right then and there, honestly the way sam handled things was amazing. “But.. you need to go to sleep for work” typical Tara, always worrying about others when she couldn’t even see that she really needed the comfort. “Don’t worry about me, my main worry right now is you, Tara” sam kept running her fingers through taras silly smooth hair in a slow affectionate way. Tara softly nodded as the soft noise of the tv played in the background.

After a while of trying to calm her younger sister down sam spoke up again “is there anything I can do for you right now?” Sam asked with a warming smile. “I think I just need a distraction” she replied, looking up at her older sister. A distraction? Oh sam could definitely do that. “Like what?” Sam kissed the top of taras head as tara simply shrugged “anything”. Seeming as the two girls were cuddling like they did when they were little, sams mind drifted of in ways she use to cheer tara up, ways she use to help tara forget about anything. Even if it was just for a few minutes. She then smiled softly..

“well okay.. maybe this could work.. I use to do this a lot when you were younger and it use to work so..” Sam then simply fluttered her fingers over taras side. Causing the younger girl to let out a small giggle and slightly lean away from her touch. “s-sam..” Tara couldn’t help but smile, letting out a few quite giggles. “What? You asked for a distraction!” Sam chuckled, clearly trying to bring some light into the situation as she watched Tara wiggle around in her arms. Sam then moved her hands to gently skitter her fingertips across taras stomach. The fabric of taras pj shirt scrunching up with her squirming and sams wiggling fingers.

As Tara couldnt wipe the silly smile of her face she brung her hands up to cover it, giggling faintly. “Sahahahammm!!” Taras giggles upped a few Octaves as she continued to worm around helplessly. A weird mixture of longing for the feeling but also wanting to push it away. Also sam was right, this really was helping. It didn’t even give her brain time to feel sad as all her thoughts were turned to mush and her porblems seemed to have dissapeared with all the laughter. Sam obviously wasn’t completely wrecking the poor girl, she wanted to keep it soft and playful, just something to cheer up Tara.

“Ahahahhaha fuhuhuckkk!” Sam noticed the smile on taras face, akso followed by the faint pink spread across her cheeks. “Your adorable Tara, look at youuu!!” Sam said in awe and she confined lightly tickling the girl, watching all of her funny reactions and most importantly her adorable giggles. This definitely was the biggest source of happiness for Sam, just hearing her sister being happy. Even if it was for a few minutes. Sam then crawled her hands up to taras ribs, clawing at them gently. Her touch being a light and feathery sensation that brought out the most heartwarming giggles from Tara. As the younger girl didn’t even try and fight back, she just let it happen. “I think it’s working!!” Sam said with a sing-song voice and a smile of her own stretched across her face. “Mahahahaybbeeee!!” Sam then just kept up her her antics, clearly seeing that her genuis idea was working. Until she decided to be a lot more playful.. some even may call it teasing.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were enjoying this, Tara” sam smirked, watching the younger sister let out a small squeak when sams fingers cautiously travelled up to taras armpits. Mindfully wiggling her fingers agaisnst them. “Ahahahhaha shuhut uhuuppp!!” Theres the Tara i know, sam thought to herself. Watching the younger girl letting herself enjoy this moment and getting lost in the ticklish feeling.

“Bahahahahhaah shihihittt!! Ehehehhehe!! Saahahhahahahammmm!!” Although it didn’t stop taras useless complaints as they only fell on deaf ears. Sam knew that Tara didn’t actually want this to end just yet, so she simply ignored taras small whims and continued to use her fingers to drag laughter out of the girl. Deep down Tara also knew that she didn’t want sam to stop, it was our of instinct really. I mean, Tara was always a whiny toddler, hell, she never grew out of that phase.

Sam never stopped her playful attack even for a second, instead she just started scratching against the girl’s armpits. “Ahahahhahaha I cahahahnnnttt!!” Another pointless complaint. “Oh come on Tara! I know your like ridiculously ticklish.. but you basically asked for this!” Sam teased, watching her little sisters blush turn into a darker shade of red “nahahahha I dihihihdnttt!!” Sam just chuckled at this as her fingers found a new spot to target, taras hips. Slowly spidering her fingers over the sensitive area “ahahahah! fuhuhuckkk!! nahahhahaha!!” Taras giggles filled the room, honestly they were so endearing. They way made sams heart melt. As she felt like she was doing her orderly sister duties right. Nothing else mattered in the world, aslong as Tara was happy, that’s the only thing that made sams world fully complete.

Just for the fun of it, sam moved her fingers back into taras armpits, scribbling at them and that was when Tara finally decided she’d had enough “bahahahahhahaha okahahahhahayyyt! Stahahahhahapppp!!” And after this official protest, sam followed her request. And did infact stop. Still having her arms wrapped around Tara as the younger girl took a couple of seconds to recollect her breath.

“I.. thankyou..” Tara finally said as she looked up at sam who was just smiling warmly at her. “You don’t need to thank me Tar, it’s what I’m here for” she reassured and watched Tara yawn. 00:23am.

“How you feeling?” Sam asked gently and tara softly nodded “a lot better” she replied with a sleepy voice. “That’s good, do you think your ready to try and get some sleep?” Sam then started playing with taras hair again. “Mhm..” Tara replied again “but.. I don’t want to sleep in my room? Can I sleep with you.. please?” Sam smiled again “ofcourse you can Tar, come on”

sam then took ahold of her little sisters hand and lead her into her room as she pulled back her bed covers and Tara crawled into her bed. Sam then made sure there was a glass of water next to Tara as she turned of the apartment lights and got into her her bed as she saw taras eyes already closed “I’m right here if you need anything, okay?” Sam said as she pulled the covers over herself moving into a comfortable position.

“I love you sam” she heard from the darkness of her room. “I love you to Tara”

#tickle content #tickle #sfw tickle #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #jenna ortega #jenna ortega tickle #scream 6 tickle #scream #scream 6 #tara carpenter tickle #tara carpenter #lee tara carpenter #samantha carpenter #samanatha carpenter tickle #scream tickle #tickle tickle #tickletober #tickle fluff #swf tickle

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

[Corrupted Anon]

*Darth Vader breathing* 🙏 My lads and ladies I am aroace— GB!141 makes me feel like a lesbian or a raging bisexual— I never thought you’d bring the topic of GB!141–

HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT *slams hands on table with each word* THAT THESE BUFFED OUT WOMAN— LEAVE U IN A SOBBING PILE OF TEARS AND SLICK!?

GB!Simon—Who would you have on a leash for disobeying off and on orders from her because she’s all about control, your orgasms are her orgasms. 100% you’re a pillow princess, no questions asked, but unfortunately it’s FEELS like torment. The way she would have you cum at least 3 times on her fingers before she even THINKS about fucking you with a dildo / strap-on. There might be even DAYS where she leaves you whining like a fucking bitch because she says so. Only time she’ll fix it is if you’re on your knees, crawling and begging her to fucking do you like the damn whore you need to be—

GB!Price—Who is more merciful than GB!Simon but would make you work extra hard for your orgasms, won’t do the work all on her own, you gotta grind on her FUCKING THIGHS— Cover it cum or your slick! Show this woman that you’re a good fucking girl/guy for her because she needs this power over you. 😩 Like Mommy Price? Please dominate me, tell me what to do! You need to be an empty headed soldier who can’t do shit without being commanded by her. Grind her boots, grind her thighs, use her to tongue how you want it but fuck- it’s not enough. You need HER to move the way she wants it to, how you NEED her to.

GB!Johnny—Who HEADLOCKS you into submission, will use dildos, strap-ons any toy she could get her hands on, 100% will treat you like a fucking mutt, it’s YOUR turn to be the mutt. Will praise you 100% but with degrading words. “Such a slut, but a good slut for me yeah?” Has stamina for days! Will 👏 keep 👏 you 👏 in 👏 place 👏 FOR HOURS— till you can’t take it anymore. Till you’re brain fucked into tomorrow! Doesn’t matter how much you beg to stop, she’ll keep going to there’s a fucking puddle on the bed. Did I forget to mention she’ll fuck you anywhere and anytime? Price’s desk? Sure. Simon’s bed? He ain’t there. In the heli waiting for the others? Fuck yeah.

GB!Kyle—Who fucking teases you until the end, will edge you till you’re begging for her fingers, her mouth, her toys. 👏 She 👏 will 👏 edge 👏 you 👏 Change my fucking mind. She is unhinged the moment you bring her to your bed or vice versa. Like GB!Simon, you are the pillow princess but you won’t fucking cum till she says so because she wants to appreciate your beautiful body! She fucking loves it when you moan out her name, begging and crying for her to let you have your orgasm after being edged for an hour! You’re about to go crazy. Did I forget to mention she’ll even leave you for a bit just to un-horny you then once you’re down she’ll fucking make you horny again? SO EVIL— but she’ll let you cum once she makes sure her name is the only thing in your mind before fucking you good and proper 😩🤌

CORRUPTED I'M GONNA

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

#asks #just corrupted anon #genderbent!141 #pegging is a topic i need a tag for now #my anons are so talented

[tsukimefuku]

Every time I'm happy, it hurts

Tags: no fandom, original work. fem!reader, pregnancy, angst, grief, loss of a relative, overall pain, some comfort in the end. 

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You were heaving while you lied on the bed, and he hugged you from behind, laying soft kisses over your shoulder. Your body was shuddering with the sobbing, and your hands clutched desperately to the pillow, trying to ground yourself from completely falling apart.

He was worried, given you had been to one of your ultrasounds without him, and that was how he found you at the house after you ignored multiple calls and texts messages asking if everything was okay.

"Love, what is going on? I'm worried" he cooed against your hair, as you tried to recover any rhythm to your breathing. He laid his hand over your baby bump, and caressed in gently with his thumb. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"I-... I..." Words were getting tangled and dissipating in your throat before you could push them out into existence. He buried his face in your shoulder and pressed his body against yours, thinking that if he did, this might help. 

You halted your breathing for a few moments, and it helped ease the pulling sensation hiccuping on your lungs, before you could answer. "I'm... Okay. The baby is too. It's-" you heaved, "it's a girl."

"You're not okay, honey" he said, pulling your hand and laying his lips gently on your knuckles. "Please, what happened?"

"I'm fine physically. It's just-" your eyes began watering again, and you shoved your face against the pillow, trying to see if drying tears would dry your pain, too.

It didn't.

He was silent, waiting for you to meet him halfway, and tell him why you were crying.

"He's never meeting our children."

Oh.

You hiccuped painfully with a heavy heart before continuing. "He will never meet any of them. He always said how much he wanted a niece, how he would pamper her and spoil her beyond repair, be the best uncle ever, and then... Nothing. He will never get to meet her."

He hugged you tighter, kissing your temple, unable to steal the grief away from you.

"Every single time I'm happy, it hurts. It hurts because I want to share this happiness with him, but I can't anymore. I never got to tell him I got into engineering school, I didn't get to introduce him to you, he wasn't at our wedding, and now, he's never going to know I'm having a girl, the niece he always wanted. This interrupted existence that never ceases to linger on for me. I'm so afraid."

"What are you afraid of, my love?"

"Forgetting" you said, brushing your hand over your cheek, cleaning the last tears that streamed down your face. "I'm afraid of forgetting the sound of his laughter, and how his brows furrowed when he was thinking too hard, or the smell of burnt eggs every time he failed to make breakfast. I'm terrified of forgetting. Each setting brick of a new milestone, it feels like he gets buried deeper in the past, halted in time. I'm afraid."

"That's impossible" he said, kissing your cheek.

You sighed, feeling a little better after you got some of the pain out of your system. "Why?"

"Because you see his face every day when you look at yourself in the mirror. Every time you laugh, it's his laugh too. And all the times you nearly gave me food poisoning, well, I like to believe it was also him."

You let out a chuckle, and rolled over your back to hug your husband, as he pecked his lips at your face lovingly.

"You see... He's permanently woven into your life. You won't forget him."

You locked your gaze to him, feeling so small you'd fit in the palm of his hand.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

#I'm so bittersweet and soft after writing this #grief and loss #reader insert #writing #writblr #writeblr #fuku writes

[v33n4-c4rn1s]

"LOSS OF MY LIFE."

veena lambert x mare torres

angst..ANGST

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Silence. Deadly, spitting, silence.

It filled up the room with soundless horror.

Mare sat, hunched over on the bed. Rune, his beloved pet kitten beside him, primrose perched on her back, her wings wrapped around the smaller feline's body, His mask was laid out on the pillow beside him.

He had been through a lot, at just 18 he'd seen the brutal reality of life. He had lost and loved.

But nothing could ever compare to the void left in his heart.

A void she has left him with.

He remembered it so clearly, He remembered all the sounds, the room, her.

How could he forget? how could he forget the lips he was so familiar with, from the usual shade of light pink to almost purple. How could he forget the face he'd study for hours, painting and drawing. She was his muse, his love, his everything.

She didn't want to go, she was frightened. He held her hand, He kissed her head and told her she would be alright.

But she wasn't.

He remembered the doctors forcing him home, how could he sleep when she was like this? she was alone, cold, frightened.

and she died that way.

He remembered the phone call he received, the gentle voice of the nurse informing him on the events of the night, He took the news hard, He knew she was scared and he left her anyway. He let himself get forced out the door, pushed home and onto his bed.

He cried. He cried until he physically couldn't, choking on silent sobs, reaching for the nearest thing he could, a sweatshirt. Her sweatshirt.

Even now, a week later he was still struggling, of course he would, he had just lost the love of his life. He wanted to marry her. They should have been, but it was all too late now. Their future dragged down the shore by the tide of time, pulling everything to a deep close.

Once again he grabbed a jacket of her, holding it close. It smelled of her, everything in their home did, But what kind of home was it without her?

He placed the jacket down, lifting his phone into his hands, Trembling fingers scrolling down his contact list till it reached her number. He clicked on the call button, letting it ring.

"..hey! If you're hearing this I'm probably super busy, if it's important please leave a message! I'll call you back as soon as I can!!"

Straight to voicemail. Her voice was still there. He bit his lip, chewing slightly. The taste of blood filling his senses. He breathed in, a trembling sigh. One final message.

"..You're not here anymore. You're not here and it hurts.."

He continued, Tears streaming down his torn skin.

"I miss you, I miss you so much it hurts. I'm sorry- I had no idea - if I could have done something I would have, I wish you had told me-,,"

He covered his mouth, muffling his crying as best he could.

"i had something for you,, next week, it was pretty and shiny, ruby and silver. I made sure it would fit your finger veena,, I called your mother, she was ready for dress shopping when you were ready-.."

He anxiously dug his nails into the sheets.

"I could have given you it all, I've been planning for months- I wanted a forever with you- I asked your dad! he said I could- he wanted it!!"

He broke into sobs, burying his head in his hands.

"how am i supposed to go on without you,, what am i supposed to do?.."

He inhaled, lifting the phone back up.

"They better keep you safe up there, You deserve it,,"

"..I love you, I always will, I'll look after prim for you, anything for you.."

He hesitantly hung up. The call log shutting off, He moved across the room, digging through the draws, pulling out a tiny box, flicking it open.

she would have loved it.

He would never forget the night she left him.

She took a piece of him with her.

And he would never be the same.

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ow ow ow ow ow

short post but ow

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#veena lambert x mare torres #veena lambert #mare torres #mare if you see this i'm sorry #oc fic #oc x oc #sonacouple #sona x sona #sona fanfic

[faioula16]

Sebastian how would you comfort y/n if she was crying?

Sebastian: Oh an interesting question to say the least. Honestly, it's very rare to see my kitten crying in sadness and not just let out cries of pure pleasure I provide her with. *smirks slyly mostly to himself* Because of the special bond we share it's easy for me to sense when something bothers her....I just don't know what it might be until she tells me, and believe me, no matter how comfortable I managed to make her feel around me it's quite the task to help her tell me what's exactly the matter. I will find her usually hidden under the bed of our shared bedroom. Luckily I clean the room every day so it will be safe for her to use her 'safe spot' whenever she decides she wants to use it. I approach silently and join her under the bed. Then I ask calmly about whatever is bothering her and almost always she turns her back on me and continues the whine and sob. Then it's time to use a different method of mine *chuckles devilishly* Very loving and a bit forceful if that makes any sense to you. I put my weight completely on top of her and ask her to turn her face around and face me. Of course, she refuses, and then I'm force to use more drastic methods... Such as tying her hands together with my tie, place them above her head and wrap my arms under her head in pillow style so it will be impossible for her body to struggle any further or turn her face away from me again. I kiss all over her face and neck, preparing her properly for a passionate yet loving make-out session. Poor dear, she tries so hard to protest and shout at me but her mouth is too busy receiving my affection~ Anyway, once I am done with my kitten I watch in satisfaction as she tries to catch up her breath. I ask for the third and final time to tell me what on earth is bothering her that much to the point she put so much resistance and didn't want to speak to me. Finally, she spils out the reasons behind such unnecessary behavior. A long honest coversition follows and I do whatever in my power to make things better for her or if a person was behind her material suffering then I make sure they will never bother her again by torture and gift them a slow and painful death, giving them a lesson they will never forget. I put her to lay on our bed properly and exit the room only to return within a few minutes with her favorite sweet treats that bring back her adorable smile without failure. I feed her myself of course and give her caresses and kisses the whole time. My precious mate is so sensitively and emotionally vulnerable so I have to take very good care of her needs and make time for her no matter how difficult it might be. You see, I am simply one hell of a lover mate. That will be all for today, come and visit again but remember whatever I told you today will remain as our little secret. *His eyes flashed bright fuchsia for a tiny moment that made you flinch back a bit*

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[thewaywardbirdsnest]

Light Switch

Inspired by the song "Light Switch" by Charlie Puth

Zoro and Sanji have had a… “thing” going on for several months now. Zoro’s not sure what to call what they have going on.

Every time Zoro tries to have the “what are we?” conversation, Sanji gives evasive answers or changes the subject. “Why do we have to put a label on it, marimo? Can’t we just enjoy it?”

Zoro doesn’t know what to call their relationship, but he does know how he feels about Sanji.

He’s in love.

And he has no idea what to do about it.

He doesn’t want to push too hard and risk losing Sanji entirely, but it’s also getting harder and harder to pretend that he doesn’t want something more.

It’s morning, and Zoro is looking at himself in Sanji’s bathroom mirror, trying to figure out why he’s ended up here again. He had told himself he was done, but when Sanji texted him late at night asking him to come over, he couldn’t help himself. It’s like the second he gets a text or call or a whispered suggestion from Sanji, a switch is flipped within him and he forgets all about the inevitable let down. He’s an addict and Sanji is far too enticing to say no to.

He’s turned on the tap and is letting the water fill and spill out of his cupped hands. As he bends forward to splash some of it on his face, he feels hands slide around him and Sanji’s warm body pressed against his back.

“Hey,” Sanji greets him as he hooks his chin over Zoro’s shoulder, turning his head briefly to kiss his cheek.

When Zoro looks up and sees the image in the mirror, it’s like time stands still.

Sanji, sleep-tousseled and content, arms wound around him, smiling eyes meeting Zoro’s gaze in the mirror.

I can’t do this anymore.

“We need to talk.”

Because Zoro’s looking right at him in the mirror when he says it, Sanji can’t hide the look of fear that passes over him before he composes his face into calm detachment. He steps back from Zoro, folding his arms across his chest.

“Okay,” he says coolly, “let’s talk then.”

Zoro can feel the walls going up around Sanji, pulling away not just physically but emotionally. It breaks his heart.

He convinces Sanji that maybe they shouldn’t have this conversation in the bathroom, so Sanji silently leads them to the living room. He sits cross-legged on one end of the couch, hugging a large throw pillow to his chest. Zoro sits on the other end, giving Sanji his space. He’s about to speak when Sanji says, “I know where this is going, Zoro. Nobody says ‘we need to talk’ for good reasons.”

Zoro’s chest hurts as he fumbles for the right words. His eyes are glued to the floor, unable to meet Sanji’s. He’s trying his best to steel his resolve.

“Zoro… Please, do it quick.”

Zoro looks up to find that Sanji’s eyes are brimming with tears. He keeps wiping them away with the cuff of his sweatshirt before they can truly fall, trying to pretend it’s not happening. Like he’s actively trying to will himself to stop crying, but he can’t help it.

Zoro doesn’t get it. Why is he acting like this? It seems sincere, but where is it coming from?

“Go on, marimo,” Sanji prods him.

“Sanji, I can’t keep doing this,” Zoro begins unsteadily.

Once he says this next part, he can’t take it back. He takes a deep breath.

“I’m in love with you, and I can’t keep pretending like I’m not.”

Sanji freezes, completely unmoving except for the rise and fall of his chest. His eyes are wide and the tears he was holding back fall freely now, unimpeded.

“What?” he manages to croak out.

“I know you don’t want a relationship, so I think it’s just better if we stop now.”

Silence.

And then, Sanji starts laughing. Or sobbing. It’s both really. He can’t seem to make up his mind about which he wants to do more.

Zoro is more confused than ever.

Sanji is a laughing-sobbing mess as he clambers over to Zoro’s end of the couch to take his hands. He speaks, but cannot form full sentences. “I— I tried t— you — oh my god, I was so— how— Zoro—“

“Sanji, hey, breathe! What’s going on?” Zoro asks, squeezing Sanji’s fingers tightly to get him to focus.

“I— Zoro, I— god, I tried so hard not to. I didn’t want to ruin it. I tried, but I couldn’t— couldn’t—“

“Couldn’t what?”

“Couldn’t help but fall in love with you.”

And just like that, Zoro’s whole world is upended.

“But you… you said you didn’t want…”

“I was wrong. I was so goddamn wrong. I was so scared of fucking it all up. And then I thought you were going to break this off because you found someone else or you were bored of me. The thought of you leaving scared me so much more than all those other fears and doubts combined. And, god, I’m so… you’re so…”

Zoro doesn’t need any more explanation. He simply pulls Sanji over to straddle his lap, wrapping him up in a tight embrace. For a while, Sanji just stays there, sobbing into Zoro’s shoulder and clutching the front of his t-shirt. Knowing Sanji, he hasn’t breathed a word of this to anyone but Zoro, so Zoro just lets him cry it out for a while. When his sobs finally subside and his grip on Zoro’s shirt goes slack, Zoro rubs his hands up and down Sanji’s back soothingly. He’ll stay here as long as he needs.

Eventually, Sanji leans back to sit on Zoro’s thighs, reaching for a tissue from the box on the side table. He mops at his face and blows his nose. His eyes are red and swollen. “Sorry, I’m so gross right now.”

“You’re okay. I love you even when you’re gross.”

“Stop it, you’re gonna make me cry again!”

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Every time they’ve hooked up before, it’s always been hard and fast, rough and dirty. But this time when Zoro carries Sanji down the hall to the bedroom, it is nothing short of joyous. Every touch feels like it’s brand new, soft and slow and meaningful. There’s giggles of laughter between panted breaths and delighted moans.

Even though his face still bears the evidence of tears, when Zoro sees him smiling he’s sure that Sanji has never looked more beautiful.

Zoro comes to the music of Sanji chanting whispered “I love you”s in his ear as he clings to him like he never wants to let go.

They cancel their plans for the day. Sanji calls in “sick” to work. (He jokes to Zoro that technically he is sick - he’s lovesick. Zoro groans and nearly shoved him off the bed.)

They spend all day wrapped up in each other and that night, they go on their first real date.

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