#I’m slowly going insane about it so expect some more of that later

[a-little-pigeon]

Was kinda itching to draw Jon again after listening to TMagP

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[starsxblazing]

Die Of A Broken Heart

Ask and you shall receive. Here is some pure heartbreaking angst to feed us masochists.

Summary: Azriel goes on a mission that should have been simple only for it to end in one of the worst ways possible.

Azriel x Reader

“Are you sure you’re ready for this? You just got back last night and you’re exhausted.”

You watched your husband as he continued to get ready for his mission. It wasn’t really a mission at all unless one thought of the Hewn City that way. There were many that would call it such but to each their own. Azriel stopped his task of lacing his buckles together to give you a smile but when that didn’t seem to satisfy you, he pulled you into his arms in a tight embrace. 

“As soon as Cassian and I return, you will have me all to yourself,” he assured gently, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Try not to worry so much, love.”

You both admired and hated his work ethic. He was so loving, loyal, and devoted that he spread himself so thin but he was slowly making progress. Very, very slow progress but progress, nonetheless. The two of you had only been married for a few decades and it was as blissful as it could possibly be.

There had been an internal war within you when he had first started courting you. It was no secret that he wanted a mate, that all of the males wanted a mate. You had been hesitant in giving your heart to him because you knew that he had someone wonderful out there that the Mother had made just for him. 

What you hadn’t expected was a one sided mating bond. You had known since the night of your wedding but hadn’t been able to bring yourself to tell him. Azriel was always so loving and devoted to you that you didn’t have to question him. He assured you more times than you could count that even if his mate did miraculously appear, that he would still choose you. Since you knew that he was your mate, all of those worries had left your mind.

“But you still have to train your new spy for Spring Court,” you huffed, earning a quiet chuckle from him as he continued preparing.

“I have already told Rhys that it will have to wait.” He shot you a playful grin. “You are my priority. The female will still be there in another two weeks.”

“You, the amazing spymaster, are going to take an entire two weeks off?” you asked skeptically. “You are going to go insane with that much time off of work.”

“Actually,” he began, his voice dropping into that delicious seductiveness while he pushed you back into the wall. “I had every intention of keeping myself occupied in much more pleasurable ways.”

The hard length of him pressed into you, earning him a playful giggle. He simply pulled you into a deep kiss that left you both breathless only to do it again before he finally left with one last ‘I love you.’ You always hated to watch him go but knowing that he would be back later that night made it better. It also helped that you had a day planned with Nesta at the bookstore. 

“Did Cassian let anything slip about what they’re supposed to be doing?” you asked the female as you walked down the street.

“He was able to withstand my questioning, surprisingly,” Nesta huffed. “I’m sure it’s not a big deal.”

“Probably not,” you agreed.

You simply followed your friend throughout the stores, grabbing a few items for yourself before making your way to a nearby cafe. Nesta was relentless in getting you back into training so to appease her, you agreed. It was mostly because you missed the three females that you had made friends with but also because it would keep your mind busy once Azriel left again to train his new spy.

It was hours past time when your husband had promised that he would be home and it had you pacing a hole in the floor of your sitting room. This was the absolute worst part of being committed to someone with such an important job. Each time he was away from you, you prayed for his safety. That was exactly why you fell into a panicked frenzy when Rhys entered your mind to let you know that you were needed at Madja’s.

“What happened?” you demanded breathlessly, bursting into one of the healing rooms only to see a grumbling Azriel sitting up in the bed and holding his head.

“It wasn’t that big of a deal,” Cassian waved it off dismissively despite the serious worry in his eyes. “He just took a hit to the head.”

“The culprit will have a fitting punishment,” Rhys assured when you went to open your mouth. “Take him home and watch over him.”

And so you did. It didn’t help that your husband was grumpier than usual, fussing and ensuring you that he could take care of himself. You weren’t convinced due to his slight stumble and how he continued to hold his bandage wrapped head. He all but fell face first into the bed and there was no way that you could leave him alone.

You awoke the next morning only to find Azriel’s side of the bed cold. It caused a deep frown to form on your face because he should be there. He was injured on top of promising to stay home. The very least that you had expected was for him to still be cuddled up to you since the sun could barely be seen in the sky. Even after searching the entire house, he was nowhere to be seen and not even his scent lingered in the air. 

In a sigh of defeat, you made your way to the House of Wind in hopes to find some answers. It was also empty up until you made it up to the training ring. Cassian, Nesta, Emerie, and Gwyn were already there and beginning their warmups for the session.

“Finally come back to join us?” Cassian asked in a teasing voice but his eyes were wary.

“I was actually hoping to find my husband.” You almost tripped over the last word, almost revealing the secret that nobody else knew. “He promised that he would be home for the next two weeks.”

“He said something came up and training that new female was extremely important.” 

You eyed Cassian skeptically, noting that the general appeared uneasy with the topic of conversation. Something wasn’t right and your hand instinctively rubbed against your heart as if the bond was trying to tell you something. It was always there, always lingering and glowing brightly within you but it was dim today. Nesta, who seemed extremely in tune with you, pulled you into the ring with them, insisting that training would help but that dim light wouldn’t change your worry. There was something wrong if the strange new tug was any indication of it.

With nothing better to do, you relented and after warmups, you had a sword in hand. All three females had been training hard and it was a task to keep up with the high spirited Gwyn. You had always loved the priestess and the upbeat, determined energy that always buzzed around her.

You felt it just as soon as you blocked Gwyn’s attack. There was pain that tugged at your heart that caused you to stumble, earning a nice cut on your arm as you hit your knees. You were certain that a scream of pain, one that didn’t come from the new physical injury, left you but you were unaware of anything but the pain in your chest. It was sharp, as if a thousand daggers were piercing you all at once. 

A blinding heat then enveloped that same pain that had your head swimming. The bond that was there slowly dimmed further and you could almost see it. You could almost see the cord rip and shred, the feeling going straight into your chest. The burning paired with the sharpness continued until you could feel it through every fibre of your being where it settled into your very soul. It raged with an intensity that you knew had never been experienced by the world before.

Your heart stopped just as the last pieces of the bond shredded and broke before the blissful darkness took you.

Even in unconsciousness the pain didn’t stop. It felt like being tied to a spit and being turned over an open, blazing fire. The extreme heat didn’t stop and even after your mind began to clear, you were unable to open your eyes. It felt like you were dying from the inside out but muffled voices hit your ears, thankfully giving you something else to focus on.

“So you are telling me that your new spy is your mate?”

Rhys. That voice that was unmistakable and laced with frustration.

“It just happened, Rhys.”

Your husband. The one that was your mate that somehow had another mate. You searched inside of you and all that was left of the one sided bond were shredding sharp threads blowing in an openness of an unfamiliar void. Your mind couldn’t wrap around what was happening. You couldn’t understand.

“What do you plan to do?”

“I don’t know.”

Those three whispered words felt like another knife to the heart, continuing to slice into your already shredded soul.

“What do you mean you don’t know? You have a wife that loves you! A wife that you have been happily in love with for decades!”

The quiet words of the High Lord were nearly a growl, obviously angry with his spymaster.

“She’s my mate, Rhys!” 

Your husband was attempting to defend himself as if the mating bond had finally taken over him completely.

“You just met this female. She is supposed to be your apprentice. Your student. Nothing more.”

Azriel truly had left you, while he was injured, only to find his mate. You wanted to cry but the pain, the heat, kept you from doing anything. 

“Well that’s not what happened.” 

“What is more, your wife fell in training and has been unconscious for days while in a pain that none of us can figure out while you have refused to come back because you have been with your mate!”

It was all that you needed to hear. Your worst fears that had been present before the bond had happened. He had been spending time with his mate all while you had been unconscious and in immense pain and hadn’t bothered to answer his High Lord’s attempts to reach him. You must have finally been able to move because you heard quick footsteps just before a familiar set of hands were wrapped around yours.

“Y/n.” Azriel’s pleading voice barely registered in your mind. “Please look at me.”

It felt wrong to do so but you did. You loved him with all that you were and it was now your downfall. There was such worry on his face and his eyes went wide at whatever he found or didn’t find on your face. Even through the blazing haze, you barely registered the deep concern and made you wondered why he cared all of a sudden.

“Are you alright?” It was Rhysand’s voice this time as he pushed the shadowsinger away from you. “How can I help?”

“I’ll be fine,” you rasped, your throat raw as if you had been screaming.

“You have been screaming,” Rhys confirmed in a gentle but quiet voice. “Let me help you.”

A growl came from behind you but you focused on those violet eyes that made you feel just the tiniest bit better.

“I just need my bed and some time.”

He nodded, seemingly determined to give you whatever you wanted.

It took two weeks for you to pull yourself together enough to present yourself somewhat normally. Azriel had stayed with you for a week before leaving for his next mission, leaving you at the House with Nesta and Cassian. You knew that it wasn’t a mission. They didn’t know that you had overheard the conversation and knew that your husband had a mate that wasn’t you. 

By the time that the third week had passed, Azriel came into your room and watched you cautiously. It had taken you that long since the bond broke to act like your normal self but the pain, the burning of your soul never stopped. The broken threads cut into you over and over with no way to stop it. You were sure that you were going mad and you only allowed yourself to succumb to it whenever you knew that you would be alone for a while.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better.” He sat on the edge of the bed but didn’t move closer. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Oh?” you asked as casually as you could even though a piece of you knew what was coming.

“I found my mate,” he whispered.

“Oh.”

This time it came out as a broken whisper, your fear only fueling the flame inside of you. Your heart picked up a rapid pace in your chest and you were sure that it was going to explode if it didn’t stop.

“I need-” He swallowed hard, his eyes lining with tears. “I need to at least get to know her.”

“You promised me, Azriel,” you croaked. “Please.”

“Just give me three weeks, y/n. Please.”

“Az…” Your voice trailed off and you realized that there was no point in arguing. “Okay.”

“Thank you.”

Despite his voice sounding thick and desperate, he simply brushed a light kiss against your lips. Your heart continued to race in panic and that pain raged blindingly until it was dark once again.

Azriel felt horrible for leaving you because he had promised you for decades that he would never leave you. He promised that he would love you and only you for the rest of eternity and even though that would always be true, he had to be sure. No sooner than he was in the sky after leaping off of the balcony on the House of Wind, a pair of hands were around him and he was suddenly in his dungeon.

“What the hell, Rhysand?” he growled, frustrated and annoyed and Cassian and the two fae in the chairs barely caught his eye.

“I came back here with Cassian to continue the work that you should have done after being attacked and learned a great deal of information.”

“Like what?” he snapped, his feet shifting while he debated on winnowing away.

“Don’t. Even. Think. About. It.” the High Lord growled. “As it turns out, that blast of power that sent you flying into the wall and causing your concussion cursed you.”

That caused him a pause and he eyed the two males that he had met with.

“Your ‘mating bond’ is fake.”

“But-”

“Tell him,” Rhysand ordered the males, refusing to let him speak.

“The female- your wife- is your mate,” one bit out. “You are holding us back in this horrid place so we cursed you to be chained to another female so that you would move courts.”

Because he would. If his mate didn’t want to live in Night Court, he would follow her. He looked between his brothers who didn’t appear to have the first bit of sympathy for him. Rhysand obviously knew that he had just left you for his mate and didn’t care about his wishes any longer.

In his desperation to get back to you, to right his wrong and beg for your forgiveness, he began his methods. It didn’t take much to get them to break and the curse cured. In an instant, he no longer felt that fake mating bond but when he looked to his High Lord, he was pale and frozen in place.

“Let’s go.”

Rhysand grabbed both him and Cassian, winnowing them back into the House. They sprinted towards your room only to find Madja hovering over you, her face pale and grave when she looked at them.

“What’s happening?” he asked in a panic, running to your side and pulling your freezing cold hand into his.

“She’s dying.” Madja’s voice was just as grave as her face. “Her body is shutting down.”

“Y/n!” Azriel yelled, shaking you as much as he dared to try to get you to open your eyes.

Madja’s hand was over your heart, looking as if she was focusing extra hard on it.

“Her heart is beating too fast,” the female murmured. “I have no way to slow it.”

Panic overtook him entirely and he continued to shake you in desperation. Your lips had turned blue and there was no color to your face even though your chest rose and fell in an unhealthy rhythm. Finally, finally, you opened your eyes. There was no life there and the quick flicker of recognition was all that it took. A dim light simmered within him, a light wrapped around a simple thread that should have been tied to you. 

He followed it to the end only to find an endless void. That quick flicker of remembering him only lasted a second before your eyes closed again. 

Just as you closed your eyes and your chest came to a stop, the thin thread within him shredded apart.

He thought he heard himself scream, a scream of desperation and pain, as he felt like he had been set on fire. It was a heat that far surpassed the flames that had ruined the hands that you loved so much and he didn’t know if he could handle it. His wife, his mate, his true mate was gone and left shattered threads blowing in a new void in its wake. He couldn’t breathe as it felt like his heart was being shredded into pieces and it picked up its pace in his chest. It felt like he was about to implode.

And as the darkness pulled him closer, he realized what had been your fate and what would now be his. He realized what it was like to die of a broken heart.

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[derangederensimp]

Jujutsu Kaisen Toji Head Canons

Toji Fushiguro x Fem Reader

CW: Angst, Fluff, Smut. Age gap

Let’s kick it off with angst…

When you first met Toji you thought he was an asshole, the way he stared glared at you made you roll your eyes. He eyed the cafes menu quickly before dropping his sites back on you “give me a cup of Chamomile and cookie would ya?” His voice was deep and sexy which you were expecting but he looked more like a coffee drinker but good taste. Giving him the total he was short a bit but you covered the change “have a good day” you said with a smile “yeah, whatever” he said walking away. You and a coworker talked about how he couldn’t even pay the full amount and still gave an attitude after your kindness instead of telling him to pick between the tea or the cookie. Sighing to yourself you doubted you’d see him again anyways. Few days later he walked in again, baggy pants, tight black shirt, and sandals. Stepping up to the counter he put the same amount of money on the counter as last time still short “give me the same thing I got last time” - “your short $1.50” you said. “You covered it last time” he stared blankly. If you had eyes in the back of your head you would’ve seen how closely Toji watched you prepare his tea and package up his cookie that he really didn’t even want but he liked that you were willing to pay for it. His gaze would go back to a blank stare when you returned to the counter. Again leaving with an attitude just to watch you for a moment through the glass at how flustered you looked. It was a reoccurring thing and you just kept paying for his difference each time getting more and more pissed off, your greeting were starting to sound like a nice “fuck you” to his ears. Which made him smirk. You finally learned his name, not by asking but you must’ve been staring at his muscles a bit too hard and he took it as you were hitting on him and wanted to introduce himself. After you told him your name he repeated it a few times before leaving. Weird. Few weeks went by before you saw him again and when he did come in you noticed his face had some cuts healing on it. “Can I have your number?” He asked, grabbing his tea from your hand, you stared at him with your mouth parted before you could speak. Your coworker shouted from the back “aren’t you a bit too old for her sir”. Your eye twitched as you slowly turned your head. Why are they ruining your chances to reject him on your own. Taking away the satisfaction of seeing the man’s ego crumble but again before you could he interrupted “if I wanted your number too I would’ve asked so why don’t you mind your business brat I just want the pretty woman’s number who can’t stop staring at me like I’m a piece of meat. And so you gave him your number while your face was beet red.

Once Toji sets his sights on something he doesn’t give up till he has it.

Toji the more you got to know him he wasn’t that much of an asshole but still was one

He is late picking you up for your first “date” but swears he will make it up later

He plays hard to get telling you that he isn’t really looking for a relationship but likes your company he finds you “interesting” you find him irritating.

Toji has the worst attitude but after getting to know him you learned how to navigate it.

You stood him up on this so called second date, he showed up to the cafe the next day pissed off and sat at the table without ordering till you came and talked to him. He was pouting like a puppy.

He kept texting you late at night and when he sometimes wouldn’t you’d get a strange ache in your chest that drove you insane. It’s not like you actually liked the guy right…

Fluff

Everything about him is attractive. His voice, his build, everything which makes it hard for you to not think about.

His scent was intoxicating

He stays up at night thinking of you too, he tries not to send to late of texts because he knows you’ll stay up chatting with him when you should be sleeping you have work and he well, his work he doesn’t want to talk about.

He is strong, funny, and makes you laugh.

His humor can take a bit to get used to but once you got it he made you laugh till you cried every time.

More and more of your shifts had to get picked up from other coworkers because Toji wanted to take up majority of your time.

Toji hates being fluffy but for you he will. When he sees your face light up whenever he brings you flowers his heart starts to race.

Toji was surprised when you grabbed his hand out of no where when you two were just walking in the park.

He’s not the romantic type be he’d learn for you.

The definition of if he wanted to he would 😭

To him it was like the world went silent whenever he was around you, he could finally breath.

He has the cutest smile, you wish you saw it more, it made your heart flutter.

He is clingy in private

Super cuddly

He falls first

He’s the big spoon but he will let you be the big spoon when you ask.

Showed affection by rubbing his thumb on either the palms of your hands or the backs of them instead of holding your hand in public

You didn’t even know you two were official till you two ran into someone he knew and he introduced you as his girlfriend. “What is it y/n. You’ve been staring at me longer than you usually do” he walked tucking his hands in his pockets. “You said I’m your girlfriend. I thought you didn’t want anything serious” he couldn’t stop laughing the scar on his lip captivating you. How strange it was for his face to go from super serious to a soft expression depending on what you said. His laughing stopped as he got closer to you “you’re cute” he said rubbing his thumb on your cheek “I didn’t think I had to spell it out for you y/n”

His lips are soft, you’d think with his appearance they wouldn’t be but they were.

His hands were soft too as he pulls you in deeper into the kiss.

When you’d pull away from a kiss his hands would remain on your lower back not letting you get away from him “don’t leave yet”

He’s sneaky, you haven’t noticed him when he is keeping an eye on you. He wished you’d observe your surroundings more.

Toji is a jealous man, he can’t stand when he sees you talking to male customers. It makes his eye twitch because that’s how he met you and got you in his hands.

He starts to become more affectionate and romantic in public to show everyone you belong to him.

He disappeared for two weeks without a word and when he popped up again he was bruised and bloody at your door step. He still refused to tell you what happened and said it was work related. You nursed him back to health and he told you he loved you first. You would’ve pounced him right then and there but he was injured.

He feels empty when you aren’t around.

He surprised you with a really fancy restaurant date that ended up being super expensive. He laughed at your facial expression when he paid in cash and left a hefty tip. He told you on the way back to your place that part of the money came from him not paying for his cookie every time he went to the cafe and he smirked at your face when you reacted “so I paid for your cookies for nothing” you said crossing your arms and fake pouting. “It was all in good fun sweetheart, you took care of me and now I’ll take care of you” he said, his hand rubbing the back of your palm.

When you invited him over to spend the night for the first time he couldn’t hide his smile. Which made you blush.

He takes things slow with you, he doesn’t want to scare you away.

Smut

To say he was touch starved was an understatement. When was the last time he slept around? When he first walked into that cafe of yours seeing you for the first time.

He’ll never admit it but he would masturbate to just imaging what you’d like beneath him

He lost his damn mind when you sent him a teaser pic of your ass glad he was quick to screenshot and made a hidden folder on his phone for it.

His praises drove you insane

Will take it easy on you the first time but after that he won’t. The first time was sweet and loving. His lips felt like they were burning your skin with each kiss he left behind trailing down your body cherishing every part of you and only leaving behind hickeys where no one else could see. The first time he learned a lot of valuable things about you and you learned some things about him too. He was glad to know you were on the pill because he would be filling you up.

Always starts off with kissing you endearingly but it turns hot and heavy

Veiny hands, veiny dick 💦

Loves to finger you, he always chuckles at the way your grab his big hand trying to yank him away when your about to cum getting overstimulated from his thumb rubbing hard circles in your clit.

Vocal in bed, huge on dirty talk.

Loves calling you princess and baby girl when dicking you down

Has a daddy kink

Breeding kink not right away but the more he fucks you the more the idea of getting you pregnant lingers in his head but he’s glad your still on the pill he still wants to just be alone with you.

His goal is make you cum as many times as possible before he gets to finish either inside of you or on your stomach

He’s a thigh guy, loves being between them and begs you to squeeze them on his head

He get pussy drunk quick losing all sight of whatever else was planned for the day or night only wanting to between your legs

Loves giving head like I said he loves your thighs so being between them this way is perfect. He loves when your cumming on his tongue that your thighs clench around him

He’s a boob guy too so expect him to be grabbing them whenever you two are alone and after he’s asked for permission. Likes sucking on your nipples and pinching them to hear you moan his name.

His anthem is a.d.i.d.a.s from Korn

You appreciate his strength because one of your now favorite positions is being hoisted up in his arms while he’s standing up and slamming your body down on massive cock

Praises in your ear about how your body is made for him

He gets hard whenever you sit on his lap and he knows you purposely shift around on top of him to make him grunt but as soon as he does you stop and act like you didn’t do anything.

Gets extremely turned on when you suck and bite on his neck “y/n you know what your doing don’t you? He says before pinning you down on the mattress.

Enjoys watching you struggle to ride him from his size at first but enjoys even more now that you’ve gotten confident doing it and taking charge not needing his help to guide your hips.

Loves pushing your face into the pillows when you get too loud, he doesn’t want anyone else to hear your moans

Teasing is his thing when your being super needy for him, going slow with everything he does till you pull his hair and tell him to go faster

His favorite sex position definitely is a mating press

Lazy sex? Having you lay on your side and him behind you hunched over whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

Least favorite position… he doesn’t have one he likes to have you every way possible

He’s fucked you everywhere in your place and in his. His favorite location had to be the kitchen.

Car sex? He against doesn’t like the idea of someone seeing you like that so if your not being patient he pulls over somewhere really dark and secluded.

He thinks shower sex is great because it’s an easy clean up for both of you

You asked him to cum on your face once and he about exploded and gladly did was you asked for and snapped a pic before wiping you clean.

Toji is a moaner and grunter in bed

He implements safe words because the sex is only getting rougher with you asking him to choke you as you develop your own kinks

“F-fuck” in his voice is such a turn on

After sex he cuddles you close after you go to the bathroom to clean up. He always sleeps soundly when your naked beside him

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[linos-luna]

Our Doll (Pt 4)❣️🔪

Yandere!Chan x Fem!Reader x Yandere!Changbin

Warnings: Yandere, dry humping, obsession

(Pt. 3) (Pt. 4) (Pt. 5)

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Two weeks had passed, and Changbin hadn't breathed a word to Chan about you. It surprised you; you expected Changbin to spill the beans sooner. In a way, you didn't mind his presence. It felt almost like having a personal bodyguard. His commitment was insane, driving over two hours just to see you. It was hard to imagine but the thought was always there; would he keep you safe from Chan? Maybe it was too early to tell.

During lunch a movie played but it was more like background noise.

"C-can I kiss you…?" Changbin, spoke up.

"Okay," you replied while nodding. His lips met yours, but the innocent kiss escalated quickly. His grip tightened on your waist and you felt him bite your lip, making you uneasy. Attempting to pull away, Changbin resisted. It was a smack to his thigh that got him to move back.

"Binnie!" you snapped, his apology coming instantly.

"I-I'm sorry! Don't be mad! I didn't mean it!"

As you sighed, observing his desperate expression, a thought struck you. "Binnie… are you needy?" His blush and downward gaze confirmed your suspicion.

"You've had this pent up for a while, huh?" you deduced. He nodded.

"Fine," you conceded, shaking your head. Maybe he deserved a reward for being well-behaved over the last two weeks. So you don't mind helping him out.

You laid the man down on his back and sat on his lap, lowering his pants for access to his boxers. You weren’t actually sure about intimacy so this was a little awkward.

Slowly, you rubbed his length over his boxers.

Changbin was biting his lip, letting out small moans as you continued, taking it in your hand and rubbing what you assume is the tip with your thumb.

“F-fuck… k-keep going.”

Something about his moans turned you on as well. You could feel your underwear getting uncomfortably wet. You continued moving your hands, feeling just his big his cock really is. So big and yet so sensitive. His whimpers turned you on so much.

There was some hesitation but you lowered your pants and sat over his hard clothed cock. Changbin whimpered at the feeling and you took a deep breath to ground yourself.

Slowly, you grind against him; eliciting breathy moans to escape your lips. It actually felt really good.

Changbin felt the same. The pressure had him whining and moaning with no filter.

He attempted to pull at your shirt but you paused and slapped his hand away.

“Hey!” You snapped. “Did I say you could do that?”

“Sorry! Sorry!”

“Don’t be greedy now…” you said while continuing to grind against him. Your breathy moans continued while his were more high pitched and whiny, sounding like a puppy as he bucked his hips and eventually releasing, definitely making a mess in his boxers. And you closed your eyes as you came. You rubbed his stomach over his shirt, gently grazing over his chest. Hes such a muscular man. An amazing build. If only he wasn’t so insane… you’d find him very attractive.

Changbin looked up at you, breathing heavily as you get up.

“Let me change really quick…”

“What about me?” He asked with a pout.

“Hm, you can stay like that dirty boy.” You teased as you left to the bedroom. The man blushed, sitting up and uncomfortably shifting in his spot.

You came back and was actually surprised that he was still there. “Binnie… you know I was joking right? You can go to the bathroom and clean up” you said with a chuckle.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He said while standing up. “I just want to be good for you.”

~~~~ 🌼

Much later, Changbin returned home to find Chan standing there, arms crossed. "Where have you been?" Chan demanded.

"Out... just looking—"

"Bullshit! You're hiding something."

"No, I'm not..." Changbin tried to defend himself, but Chan was having none of it.

"You're not very convincing…” he shook his head. "You found her, didn't you?"

Changbin remained silent, avoiding eye contact with his older friend.

"Binnie... how could you...?" Chan sighed. "We're best friends! We can't keep secrets from each other! I love her too!"

Changbin's gaze dropped to his feet. Yes, Chan was his best friend, but you... you were his greatest love. "I'm sorry... Chan..."

"Just tell me where she is so we can bring her home."

Changbin hesitated, mumbling, "Do you promise not to hurt her..."

"Hurt her? When—why would I—?!" Chan started.

"She made me promise!" Changbin interrupted.

"Really?" Chan chuckled. "What else has she told you to do?"

Once again, Changbin maintained his silence.

"Fine then. Don't tell me," Chan grunted, obviously frustrated.

“No! I—I—…” Changbin stumbled over his words “she wants… she just wants me to keep her safe…”

“You don’t think I want the same?”

“Well—”

“I worry too! Our doll is out there alone in the world— no! You’re hoarding her to yourself!” He yelled. “How could you do that?! I love her too!!”

“I’m sorry hyung…”

“Sorry isn’t enough!” Chan snapped. “I want our doll! It’s not fair!”

Changbin could see how genuinely upset his friend was and felt awful. How could he be so selfish??

“I-I’ll take you to her!” The man blurted out, making Chan perk up a bit. “So we can all be together! Like… like before!”

“Serious?”

“Yes…” changbin replied while looking down.

He hated breaking the promise. But he can’t just betray his friend! This mental battle was difficult. It was giving him a headache. What was he to do. And how would you react?? How disappointed you’d be if you found out he broke the promise! You’d probably never forgive him!

“Okay Bin, let’s go!” Chan said suddenly.

“Tonight??”

“Yes. Perhaps she’s sleeping now.”

“But… but we should let her sleep…” Changbin pleaded. “Maybe tomorrow!”

Chan sighed but nodded in agreement. Perhaps they should get some sleep before reuniting. He was just happy to see you again.

Changbin laid in bed, his phone in hand as he stared at his messages between the two of you. He thought maybe he should say something… a tear rolled down his cheek at the thought of you being disappointed in him. What was he going to do…?

~~~~~~~~~~~ 🌼

This was gonna be the final part but I hate the number 4 so I’ll continue and end on part 5 😅

#kpop #kpop x reader #fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop smut #stray kids #skz x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids x poc reader #stray kids yandere #kpop yandere #skz yandere #yandere changbin x reader #yandere chan #yandere changbin #yandere smut

[nebulablakemurphy]

Moves & Countermoves (Part 1)

Haymitch x Fem!Reader

Summary: No one ever wins the games, even fourteen years later, Y/N is still playing.

Prologue

“Well,” Haymitch grunts, rising from his seat in the bar car, “that’ll do it.”

Y/N knows the drill. Busying herself with the game plan, preparing the devices for her tributes. Loaded with resources to aid in their training.

Haymitch leans down, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head before stumbling away toward their train car.

He won’t even see them, not until it’s absolutely necessary. Haymitch has no desire to make small talk; he doesn’t want to know them. Just makes it harder in the end.

His wife, on the other hand, is either a saint or criminally insane by Haymitch’s account. She insists on knowing them, allowing each to take a little piece of her off into the arena to die.

He used to spite her for it, for her inability to simply stop running herself into the ground trying to save kids who are already dead. He doesn’t anymore. That’s who she is and he learned to love her for it. Still, Haymitch doesn’t want to watch. He was always better at picking up pieces than keeping things in place.

“Y/N Abernathy!” A shrill voice scolds when the set of doors behind the youngest victor open without warning.

“Effie Trinket.” Y/N waves a hand in her direction.

“What are you doing? Where is Haymitch? The two of you are meant to be-”

“Look, you’re new at this. I get it, everything is exciting. Can’t wait to make these kids arena ready in just a few days.” Y/N grumbles, never looking up from her tablet. “But it doesn’t work like that. We’re stuck on this fucking train until tomorrow morning with no weapons to train them and no cameras to wave at. There’s no rush.”

“Language!” Effie gasps at her choice of words, coming to stand in front of Y/N with both hands on her hips. “The tributes are waiting.”

“How many people have you killed?” Y/N asks, turning her eyes up at Effie.

The woman simply balks at her, speechless.

“Have you ever held your intestines in your hands? Or fought your way to the top of an hourglass that was slowly filling with sand?”

Effie narrows her eyes into slits. She’d been warned that Haymitch might be hard to manage, but no one said a thing about her.

“It’s ok, not many people can say yes.”

Ms. Trinket stomps her foot like a petulant child.

“I don’t tell you how to do your job, stop telling me how to do mine.”

————————————————————————

When Y/N is good and ready she makes her way to the dining car, Katniss and Peeta are sat patiently there. The boy’s fingers picking anxiously at the satin blue arm rest of his chair. Y/N takes a deep breath. Here we go again.

The pair of tributes snap their heads in her direction, waiting expectantly.

I can’t save you. Only you can do that.

“I’m Y/N. Good to meet you. Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark.” The woman says, more cool and calculated than Katniss expected. She has a digital pad in hand, jotting down notes with her stylus. Giving one to each of them in turn.

“Oh, uh- thank you.” Peeta accepts his gratefully.

“Beginning at the main screen, let me know if you have any questions, there are diagrams of strategies for attack and defense-”

“Where’s Haymitch?” Katniss asks, tapping at her screen with inexperienced fingers.

“He may join us later if it suits him.”

Katniss visibly recoils. This is not the woman the Capitol shoves down their throats on television. Sweet and demure in nature, with a smile to sugar coat even the darkest of thoughts.

“Contingent upon your strengths and weaknesses, this is a playbook of every effective strategy that I’ve seen, heard of, or performed. With different arenas come different challenges, so you’ll need to do some adjusting to meet your specific goals.

If you are skilled in hand to hand combat, I suggest numbers eight through eleven. If you’re skilled in a long range combat, numbers one through five. If you’re skilled in both, I suggest a combination, otherwise known as numbers six and seven. If you’re skilled in neither, I suggest you do the best you can to prepare yourself. Number twelve is for my non fighters, my hiders, climbers and camouflagers. People tend to overlook that strategy all together, but not me. It buys time, if you’re lucky, it buys enough to wait out the masses.”

Peeta nods, hanging on her every word.

“Which one did you use?” Katniss wonders, trying to digest the harsh angles of the first diagram.

“Seven.”

Six and seven are combination. “I thought you won with a knife?” Katniss was only two at the time, but there is no shortage of recap. From the people who love Y/N and the ones who believe that the Capitol ate her soul.

“I took the last career out hand to hand, my partner covered the distance.” Y/N explains. “Axe to district one’s back, gave me a fighting chance. Allies are invaluable weapons if you pick the right ones.”

————————————————————————

Climbing into bed that night Y/N feels Haymitch stir, tossing a lazy arm around her as he nuzzles against her back.

“Well? What’d you think?” He asks, reeking of whiskey. “They gonna last a couple minutes? Hours?”

Y/N feels her jaw tick. “We owe these kids the same care and preparation as we gave the rest.”

“As you gave the rest.” Haymitch says pointedly. “I’m a shit mentor, you told me that.”

“You did this for a long time by yourself and I,” she breaks off, tapping anxiously at his fingers. “I commend you for that. But I can’t do it alone. I’ve tried, it doesn’t work.”

“That is not on you.” Haymitch says, under his breath. “The kids have been too young, too weak-”

She sighs, “if we don’t try, that is on us. Haymitch, what if they were our kids?”

“If we aren’t careful, it will be our kids.”

“Even if we play our parts; ‘oh’ and ‘ah’ like a couple of good little show animals, they could get reaped anyway.”

“We made them the most beloved children in Panem. Nobody will be lining up to watch them fight to the death.” Haymitch tries to brush it off. He can’t even think about shit like that. From the moment they were conceived, the odds were put in their favor.

“There’s never been a child born of two victors, people are curious.” Y/N feels him tense.

“Someone told you that?”

She nods, “Finnick’s heard it a couple times now.”

“Heard it where?” Haymitch demands.

Y/N lowers her voice, “Haymitch, you know where.”

From his patrons, the ones Snow forces on him. They pay with secrets.

Part 2

#haymitch fanfic #haymitch x y/n #haymitch abernathy x reader #haymitch abernathy #haymitch x reader #haymitch abernathy x you #haymitch abernathy fanfic #hunger games #hunger games fanfiction #haymitch abernathy x y/n #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #effie trinket

[atlabeth]

now that the dust has cleared from the chaos for me irl, i want to officially thank you all for 3000 followers!! because wow. where do i even start?

this isn't a milestone i thought i would ever reach. i made this blog during my junior year of high school when i was bored as hell in online school, not knowing what would come of it, and honestly not expecting anyone to read anything i’ve written. i exclusively wrote avatar fics (kind of embarrassing that a series i started at the beginning of my blog still isnt finished huh?) because it was what i had been watching most recently. i started to gain some recognition, made some friends, and slowly but surely i carved out my little corner of the internet. and now, 3 years, 3000 followers, and almost 500,000 words later, i’m going into my junior year of college with some of the best online friends a girl could ask for (shoutout to my day 1 @simplysolo for still being around and still being the best ever, and shoutout to all my other tumblr friends that have deactivated over the years</3 i miss you guys) a whole array of fandoms that i’ve dabbled in, and a newly discovered thing for middle aged men. cool 

i truly cannot thank you all enough. i’ve always been a writer, but this blog has given me a sorely needed creative outlet and made me more confident in my writing skills than ever. at the end of the day i’m just writing silly little x reader fics, but i’ve truly had so much fun doing it! every single fictional man im in love with is also in love with me isn’t that crazy!!!

a special, extended shoutout to the loveliest mutuals i’ve picked up over the years. i wouldn’t be half the writer i am and i wouldn’t have half as much fun on here without you all. @simplysolo for being around since the beginning and truly being the greatest person on this app, i love you intensely, @sokkadora for being another one of my ogs (we dont talk anymore but i see you every so often on my dash and you’re doing great!!) @mcallmestiles for being one of the first avatar fics i ever read, traitor encouraged me to be a better writer and i hope you’re doing well with your medical career!! @tangledinlove for being my most famous mutual, the kindest person in the world, and being brought together through the power of lockwood, @giyuji and @milkiane who are both inactive but who i have to tag because i love them and i hope they’re doing well; naomi you got me into the grishaverse and liane we were in the trenches of the stranger things revival together, @boneblushed for dealing with so much but still being phenomenal and lovely in every way, @tommymcartney for being so sweet all the time, my biggest cheerleader and encouraging my insanity in every fandom ive been a part of, @nghtwngs for being the only person who loses it over nikolai lantsov as much as i do, to all my new/more recent mutuals @hotchfiles @ma1dita @moowithmidnight @emiliehornby @supercutszns i can't wait to get to know or keep getting to know you!!! you're all so lovely!!! and all the mutuals i don’t talk to as much as i should, i love you all and cherish you in my heart regardless of if we talk every day or have never said a single word to each other!! i don’t want to tag you all because i don’t want to bother you, but if you’re looking at this and thinking am i talking about you, i am. i love you. it takes a village and im so lucky to have you all as mine 

i can’t believe it’s been 3 years, i can’t believe i’m halfway done with college, and i can’t believe we hit 3,000. truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for reading my fics and letting me be some small part of your lives. i can’t wait to write more for you all. keep a lookout for my 3k celebration post! 

#truly cannot thank you all enough <3 #i love my lil corner of the internet #sadie's 3k celebration

[w1ldthoughts]

You Make Me Feel

Anon Requested smut so I wrote something nasty. Slight continuation of this but will still make sense without reading it!

Warning: smut and language

Masterlist

“No. It’s not happening.” Jack states simply, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Please? You lost the bet and you were the one that said—”

“When I said losers get to be the winner’s bitch for a week I didn’t mean literally!” He interrupts, leaning against the kitchen counter. He was desperately looking for a way out of this conversation. “I love you more than anything in the world. You know that…right?”

You nod. “But I’m not letting you put anything in my ass…Why do you even wanna do this so badly?”

“Because…” you begin, walking over to put your hands on his shoulders. “I’ve been doing some research on how to spice things up and your prostrate is where your g-spot is. I know it sounds insane and we’ve never done anything like this before but I just wanna make you feel good.” You noticed his frown begin to disappear at your confession.

“And plus, the thought of you laying there having the most intense orgasm of your life because of me? There’s nothing in this world that would be any sexier.” You continues. “But if you’re uncomfortable then obviously we won’t do it.”

Jack uncrossed his arms and wrapped them around you with a deep sigh. He looked down at you and kissed your forehead. “You really wanna do this don’t you?”

You nodded slowly, waiting for him to deliver the verdict. “Fine. Just give me a couple days so we can get everything we need and do this shit right. But you have to promise not to tell anyone we’re doing this. Especially not Urban baby please, I’m not trying to hear his mouth.”

“And the nails gotta go. If you scratch my butthole I’m not talking to you for two weeks.” You laughed but he was being serious.

“Promise. I won’t tell a soul. And I’ll lose the nails.” You give him an excited squeeze and a smooch. “Love you Jackie poo, I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

“Yeah you better, my alpha status is on the line here. But I trust you with my life and I love you. A lot clearly.”

How in the hell had you convinced him to do this? He thought to himself as the two of you sat on the couch two days later browsing sex toys on your laptop. It definitely wasn’t his first time purchasing them, it was just the first time it would be used on him. The more he thought about it though, the hotter it got. And your excitement about making him feel good made him have to adjust a few times while you shopped. The more equipped for the situation he was, the better he felt about it. If he was being honest, he was thinking about it more and more as the days went on.

He was ready.

All of the items on your list had arrived the day before and you could tell that your boyfriend was nervous when you got upstairs.

“Babe if you’re having second thoughts then we don’t have to go through with it. You wouldn’t be hurting my feelings at all, I want you to be 100% sure about this. Do you want us to do something else?”

Immediately shaking his head, he told you he was anxious but excited as he didn’t really know what to expect or how he was going to feel.

“This is all new for me too, but I’m going to take care of you, I promise.“ You whispered as he pulled you down top of him. Kissing him would never get old, you were convinced it would always give you butterflies in your stomach and warmth in your chest and between your legs. He took his time with you, grinning into the kiss as one of his hands caressed any part of your body that he could. There was a palpable shift in his energy, from anxiousness to hunger and the more his body felt relaxed, the sloppier his movement got.

Without breaking the kiss, he swiftly turned you both over so he was top, his hand resting at the base of your hip. He sucked on your bottom lip before coming up for air, helping you out of the tank top you were wearing. Looking down, he whispered “may I?” Waiting for you to nod before taking off your underwear.

He was looking at you like he wanted to devour you. “Holy fuck you’re already wet, is this all because of me, baby?”

“You don’t even wanna know how long I’ve been thinking about tonight.”

“Well I’m gonna get you off first and then let you have your way with me…deal?” He smirks, licking his fingers.

“Deal.”

There needed to be a scientific study on how your partner knows your body better than you do. Jack gave you two orgasms before cleaning you up, holding you in his arms while you caught your breath. He gave you the T-shirt he had on earlier and was making small circles on your back as you basked in the afterglow.

“You ready?” You placed a hand on his chest, feeling a sudden burst of energy.

He responded with a nervous laugh. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“It’s gonna be great. You can take your pants off whenever you’re ready and I’ll grab the stuff. Be right back.” You were hoping that your reassuring peck would be helpful.

You came back into the room with bottles of lube in one hand and a prostate massager in the other.

“Where do you want me?” He asked, looking a lot more sure of himself now that the moment had come. You gave him your instructions and went back to your set-up.

He slid down to the bottom of the bed while you squeezed the lube and took a deep breath. Your dry hand gently stroked his thigh as you inserted one finger.

“Relax baby, don’t tense up it’s supposed to feel good. Just let go and let yourself feel.” You smiled, watching his chest rise and fall until eventually his breaths slowed. You inserted another finger and were welcomed by a stifled gasp filled with arousal.

Curling your fingers to stimulate his perineum, you began stroking your fingers against it.

“Oh my god.” Jack whispered, his voice quivering. He had never felt anything like this before and you were getting more turned on by the minute. You hit nerves he didn’t even know existed and the action made all of his muscles relax like never before.

You pressed two knuckles against his taint and began to knead ever so gently, earning a series of breathy moans that were the most gorgeous sounds you’d ever heard. “Jesus Christ y/n, I’m—oh shit,” he whines, grasping at the sheets for some sort of security.

The prostate massager you made him buy had really turned up the heat and he was feeling it. His back arched into your touch, whimpering your name as he was nearing his peak. Watching him fall apart like putty in your hands was so much better than anything you’d ever pictured. He was so close, you knew the signs. You switched the massager into the other hand while stroking Jack’s erect length.

“M’gonna cum, holy sh—oh fuck.” He cries out. You watched the cum dribble down his shaft and your hand as it pumped out of his body. After you grabbed a towel and helped him clean up, both of you laid back down, bodies tangled together and all was right in the world.

“So…did that feel good?” You asked, looking up at him.

He let out a loud laugh. “Good? I don’t think ‘good’ even begins to cover how that felt. Pretty sure that just changed my life. Didn’t ever think I would be into butt stuff but here I am.”

“Does that mean you’d be open to doing it again sometime?” You inquired apprehensively.

“We are definitely going to be doing that again. Being your bitch really got my legs feeling like jello but I can get down with it. And you didn’t scratch my asshole so it’s a good day in my book.”

Who knew your super alpha, 6’3 man would be into letting you dominate? Maybe you could convince him to try pegging next…

Eh, probably not. But a girl can dream.

#Jack Harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow smut

[thee-ghosty]

Snippet #8

part 2 part 3

Civilian couldn’t have possibly predicted that just 40 minutes after their shift at the local bar, they would be covered in blood, have a random stranger in a mask bleeding out on their couch, and frantically looking up how to stop blood loss. 

They expected today to be just like every other day of their boring life. They passed by one of the alleys on their normal route home when a loud crash stopped them in their tracks. They could have ignored it and not gotten into this mess, but they had a vendetta against common sense, so naturally they had to go see what happened. A few moments later, they were arguing with a stranger, bleeding profusely onto the concrete, about getting them to a hospital. The stranger were adamant that they would be fine, they just needed to get home…which was on the complete other side of town. More bickering ensued before they settled on the current situation; Civilian nursing an almost dead person back to life. 

Civilian’s eyes frantically dragged across the computer screen until an answer popped up. 

“Apply direct pressure on the cut or wound with a clean cloth, tissue, or piece of gauze until bleeding stops. If blood soaks through the material, don't remove it. Put more cloth or gauze on top of it and continue to apply pressure.”

“Okay…okay. I can do this. I got this. Right.” Civilian muttered under their breath.

This was absolutely insane, they knew that and they were a breath away from having a panic attack, but they pressed on nonetheless. They rushed to the bathroom to get towels, some painkillers and a bottle of water before returning to the masked stranger on their couch. Their breath was shallow, but they were still awake. That’s a good sign, right? Civilian questioned. The stranger’s hands still covered over the wound, red slowly dripping through their fingers. 

“You need to move your hands, alright? I gotta cover the wound.” Civilian said with a quiver in their voice.

The stranger slowly shifted their hands away from their side, exposing the extent of the damage. It was a miracle that Civilian hadn't passed out from the sight. They had no idea how deep the wound was, but the amount of blood seeping through the person’s suit and into Civilian’s couch made them wonder how this person was still breathing.

The stranger hissed as Civilian placed the soft towel to their side, hoping they were applying enough pressure. Hell, hoping anything they were doing would actually help. What would they do if the stranger dies? In their apartment no less? 

They pushed the dread from their mind and thought of how they were going to get the blood out of everything. The towels they could wash, but the couch might not be salvageable...Wait. That's not important right now. Focus, Civilian. They mentally told themselves.

“I have some painkillers. Here, let me-”

“Painkillers won’t do shit.” The stranger said through gritted teeth.

"I mean, anything at this point will help. You might feel better if you would just let me take you to a hospital-”

“No.” 

“Why not? You have a problem with doctors or something?” Civilian questioned, frustration slipping into their voice. 

“No, they have a problem with me.” They replied. 

Civilian huffed. On the cusp of death and they're still acting like an ass. Maybe they should’ve left them in that alley after all. Civilian pressed harder, causing the stranger to grunt out in pain. They shot Civilian a fiery look. 

“Oh, did that hurt?” Civilian asked with faux sympathy, “I’m sorry my bedside manner isn’t up to your standards.”

“I didn’t ask for your help, you know. I would’ve been fine.”

“Oh, so I was supposed to leave you there to die? Yeah, no. That wasn’t going to happen.” 

The stranger looked at Civilian with pinched brows. “Why do you care anyway?”

Civilian held their gaze before shifting back to their hands, trying to figure out why they did care. “I guess it’s just human instinct. We don’t like to see people suffer.” 

The stranger scoffed at Civilian’s words. “Yeah, just like humans don’t mind hunting down their own kind for sport.” 

Civilian gave them a quick glance before placing another cloth over the now soaked through towel. “Can you say anything that isn’t angsty? Or is that a part of your ‘character’?” 

“Character?” The stranger asked, sounding almost offended. 

“You know, the mask and the costume. Is that character super edgy or do you talk like this all the time?”

Something stilled in the stranger, their eyes sharpening as they stared at Civilian. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” They asked slowly. 

“No…am I supposed to? I’m not super into comics or anything like that, so I probably wouldn’t know even if you tell me.” Civilian replied nonchalantly. 

“Does the name Venraire sound familiar to you?”

Civilian paused. Venraire was a big crime boss that caused mass destruction to the city a few years ago. Even though he was brought to justice, nothing could’ve made up for all the lives lost to him. Civilian slowly looked to the stranger, their heart thumping louder in their chest. A small smile traced the stranger’s lips, a darkness coming to their eyes. 

“He’s my father."

Oh shit.

To be continued...

#lmk if you want this to continue #idk what i'm doing #civilian x villain #hero x villain #villains and heroes #writers on tumblr #writeblr #snippet #villain

[raainberry]

Moonflower - III

« In literature, the moonflower has been used as a symbol of love, mystery, and enchantment. »

Sana x gn!reader

Okay maybe it’s angst this time

synopsis - your job is still flowers. she's still not sure how she got into this mess. but maybe you could get her out of it.

- part I - part II -

wordcount - 3.4K

TW - like three (3) of the same soft cuss word

A/N - here is my first piece of work that made me cry out of frustration (we will be blaming emo hours). now if you saw my breakdown live on the tl two days ago, no you didn’t. and if you saw my update yesterday saying this very thing would be up later that day, no you didn’t either. i fell asleep, your girl was running on three hours of sleep (wonder why🥰) it happens to the best of us SORRY. hope you enjoy it though! im actually not too mad at how it turned out🤭

“How would your wedding look like?” She asked, taking a sip of her water bottle.

You chuckled softly at the question, wondering what had prompted it apart from the obvious.

“I haven’t thought about that.” You answered truthfully.

“Not even once?”

“No.”

“You’re lying.” She said, convinced of her own words.

“Am I?”

“You’ve helped hundreds of people with their own.” She pointed out. “It’s impossible not to think of what yours would look like.”

“I help them choose flowers. I’m not organizing their entire reception.” You argued.

“Then you probably thought about that much.”

You turned to her.

She was right, but you weren’t lying either.

Flowers were the only thing you’d envisioned so far.

“So which is it gonna be?” She insisted.

“Moonflowers.” You answered, making her chuckle.

“I could have guessed that.”

“Yet you haven’t.”

You fully expected the way she rolled her eyes at you before looking away to focus on the dark horizon.

A small, comfortable silence settled between the two of you. One of many throughout this spontaneous outing, and with each one, you seemed to appreciate them a little more.

Because they never seem to last with her.

“I’ll get the moonflowers.” She blurted out, cutting the moment short yet again.

“What?”

“For the wedding.” She said, almost shrugging as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Given the context, it was, but still… You stayed silent, thinking back to the very reason you were even sitting beside her at the moment.

The two of you were parked at the top of some small hill overlooking part of the town, laying against the windshield of your car and sitting on top of the hood.

All your problems seemed so small up there, barely even deserving of a thought. The afternoon you just spent together did wonders for your souls.

She had asked you to drive around before going back home. That somehow lead you to hours of wasting gas and money at random shops, most of which you’d never even heard of.

The more you followed her around, the more it all felt like a getaway. Not in the idyllic sense, rather in the literal one. You could tell she was avoiding her apartment. Obviously you had an idea as to why, and maybe that’s what pushed you to give in to every single one of her requests.

It was nice doing things she wanted.

Sana eventually realised that was the true reason why she delayed returning to her apartment over and over. She couldn’t care less about the man living there with her, nor about whether or not he was actually waiting for her there.

She just didn’t want it to stop. The feeling of mattering. Of being considered. Being seen. Heard.

Her smile slowly returned as hours went by, justifying everything you’d done for her in so little time. It gave you purpose, proving you weren’t losing your mind in vain.

Because boy did she drive you insane.

Was she really still going through with it all?

“Why don’t you choose your own?” You asked her, trying to distract yourself from your own thoughts.

At the end of the day, it was none of your business. It wasn’t your decision to make.

“Possessive much?” She teased, and you straightened yourself up. The top of this hood suddenly felt uncomfortable.

“Not necessarily. But the only way you’re getting moonflowers at your wedding is by marrying me.”

That’s what you heard yourself say just seconds later.

You’d mumbled it to yourself, letting your old flirting skills and days get the best of you for some reason. You looked at her, hoping she hadn’t heard or at least not enough to get it.

A second passed. Then two. Three.

The lack of questioning was alarming, and in good reason.

You had managed to make her speechless. Unwillingly, yes, but it only made it that much more unbelievable.

Even thinking she couldn’t do, as if her mind had short-circuited at the thought of marrying someone else than the man she’d been conditioned to.

“It was a joke.” You finally spoke up, hoping to break her out of her trance.

It was the truth. It might have been borderline flirting, but the main goal was humor. You were technically joking.

But still. All she did was blink.

Maybe she needed help at finding words, that’s why her lips suddenly fell on yours, right? To steal them from you?

You mentally chuckled at your ridiculous thought process, ashamed of it as if it had been heard by the whole world. Good thing it faded out with each one of her kisses.

She was efficient, you’ll give her that. However what stuck with you was how soft, how delicate her lips were against yours. It debilitated all cognitive functions of your brain. The power was out for at least three seconds at one point. You couldn’t think straight, kissing her back as if you were supposed to.

As if she were yours to begin with.

It’s unclear how long it took for you to gain enough sense back, all you knew was that feeling her bite down on your bottom lip did the trick.

The faint pain as she tugged on it ever so softly snapped you back to reality, warning you about what would come if you didn’t pull away in the next second.

You felt your heart race as it all sunk in.

The one thing you had told yourself not to fall into earlier that day… A trap that seemed so obvious it managed to fool you. You practically jumped into it.

As much as you danced around it, you knew what you were here for. What you’d agreed to. What she wanted you for.

You knew you were just a pawn in her vendetta from the start. She’d made it very clear. So why did the whole idea just dawn on you now?

Maybe you’d turned a blind eye for as long as you could, you couldn’t say to save your life. All you knew was that you didn’t like it one bit.

So when she went for another kiss, leaning in to capture your swollen bottom lip, you made sure she never reached it.

That earned you a confused look from her, as if it were the first time her kiss was denied. The sight would have been amusing, if only you didn’t feel so torn yourself…

Your gaze reflected that to Sana, and she had a hard time figuring out what exactly was it that was so wrong.

Though she could at least tell you were tormented, it was only confirmed when you jumped off the hood.

She watched as you started to walk away from the car and further into the darkness surrounding you.

Where the hell were you going? You were basically in the middle of nowhere.

“Y/N!”

The sound of the rocks and dirt beneath your shoes faded out as you came to a halt, feeling her eyes burning into your back.

“Where are you going?”

You turned around, seeing she had stepped off the hood too, and taken a few steps towards you.

“I’m going home.” You told her, tearing your eyes off her as you started walking away again.

“So you’re leaving me alone in some hilltop at night in the middle of nowhere?”

No, you weren’t.

You made sure to brush right past her on your way back, though, heading straight into the driver’s seat.

Slamming the door behind you, you let out a heavy sigh you were sure she’d heard from outside. It took longer than you’d have liked for her to join you, only sitting in the passenger seat after making sure you’d calmed down.

Not a word from her. Not a sound from you. Only your clothes rubbing together as your leg showed itself to be restless.

You refused to look at her. She didn’t like the attitude, but a part of her could understand. So she didn’t say anything, and stared out her own window in silence.

As minutes went by, your anger and frustration slowly get overcome by a familiar sensation.

Greed. You wanted to know.

Nothing about this woman concerned you. Yet you wanted to know more. You needed to.

The feeling appeared as soon as she’d spoken up at the flower shop, and now it managed to appear without a single word from her.

It was only days ago. The speed of it all was frightening.

Yet you couldn’t help how curious the still silhouette in the corner of your eye made you. What was she thinking about now?

The wedding? Her fiancé? Herself? You?

Turning to look at her, you watched her through a calmer mind as your questions grew in number despite yourself.

“What’s on your mind?” You finally spoke up.

Your voice was louder than you remembered. It startled her, but she hid it well before meeting your gaze.

“Nothing you’d care about.”

You frowned internally. The same feeling as back in the flower shop again. You felt it back when she sat down beside you on the hood earlier too.

She was close. She was pretty. So pretty.

You suddenly felt jealous, and that pretty much signed off on the insanity of this situation you’d somehow put yourself in. Or maybe she’d dragged you in it, who cares, it wasn’t important anymore.

“Don’t get married.”

You whispered this time, but the words were still loud.

Sana closed her eyes, and the silence that followed was loud enough to stress about it. Your words had slipped out again, but this time you found nothing to cover them up with.

Partly because you didn’t even want to cover them up.

Her eyes opened again, allowing the cheap lighting outside to reflect on those beautiful brown eyes. You were in awe at that point. Tired, but still able to appreciate such a pretty sight.

“You’re so unfair.”

You snapped out of your trance at the sound of your own thoughts echoing through her lips.

“What?”

“You know why I brought you here, right?”

Her gaze fixated far ahead while you could only focus on hers. You weren’t trying to make her look at you, though. You were only trying to see what she was seeing.

“Answer me.” She ordered, attempting to conceal the weakness in her voice.

“I do.” You admitted.

“Then help me.” She pleaded. “I can’t do it alone.”

“I’m trying to.” You assured her. “Ever since you stepped into the shop, that’s all I’ve done.”

“Then why did you pull away?”

You sighed once more, finding interest out the windshield as well. Your lips parted without sound for a second, debating on whether or not you should let these words slip out too…

“I don’t want to be your scapegoat.”

Sana swallowed the knot in her throat. The truth was a little hard, but it remained. You were right.

She didn’t plan on kissing you earlier. That alone could have proven your worries to be wrong. However, everything she managed to think about as soon as her lips touched yours… It all gave you more than one reason to worry.

Giving in to desire was weak on her part. Part of her regretted it. It threw away all her hopes of ever pulling the spectacular revenge she dreamed about.

So she had to think of a backup plan.

What she managed to come up with was simple, deprived of any details she would normally be able to think of. Infatuation only allowed her to think of the big picture, while she focused on satisfying her desire.

By that point, she did plan on sleeping with you. She did plan on letting her fiancé find out. And after that, she did plan on throwing you under the bus if things ever got too much to handle.

Now that her mind was given time to properly think, she realised something very upsetting.

This so called backup plan was none other than her inital one. One she’d made up in the lowest point of her life, all out of hope and lost in purpose.

She was back at square one.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, making you look back at her.

Her eyes were closed, and you found out it was a weak attempt at stopping the tears from rolling down her cheeks.

The sight of them surprisingly left you indifferent. You stared at her in silence for a few long seconds, unsure of what to do, or say.

You were hesitant, but you were far from heartless.

Your index finger ended up reaching for her jaw, catching the salted droplet before it stained the fabric of her pants below. The one on the other side of her face might have, but that wasn’t something to worry about for either of you.

Sana’s mind was stuck on your finger lingering on her sharpest bone. The feeling of your skin against hers, of a touch as innocent as this one… It was conflicting.

She opened her eyes, catching yours by surprise. She expected you to, but you didn’t look away this time. That allowed her to notice the color of your eyes for the first time.

She couldn’t tell you why she got stuck on such a detail, and to be honest, she didn’t feel the need to find a reason.

She could, so she did. Something else she hadn’t been able to do in a long while.

And it felt good.

“Y/N…”

Your jaw clenched at the sound. Your name sounded so pretty enlaced in that sweet voice of hers…

You felt your breath catch in your throat as you anticipated her next words. The flutter in your chest made itself known again as the adrenaline left little room for shock when she’d eventually say them.

“Do you still want to sabotage a wedding?”

A heavy sigh freed the breath that had caught in your throat.

It dawned on you yet again. Hearing those words for a second time… You were going in circles. This really was nothing but a trap.

You didn’t know if she’d done it on purpose, if she lured you in or if she was just as stuck as you were—Hell, you didn’t even care.

You just needed to get out while you could.

So your hand found the key in the ignition, and it took no time for you to start the car up.

The sound of the engine revving as you prepared to leave triggered something in the woman sitting next to you. Something that made her heart race as she began mumbling something.

It seemed as though she was repeating something under her breath, her gaze out in the dark around you and absent like she’d retreated within her own mind.

Her words were loud enough for you to notice she was saying something, but not enough to understand it.

You froze at the scene, unsure if you should hear her out, reassure her or step on the gas. It was obvious what you should do, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to.

So she made you do it herself.

“I don’t want to go back!” She yelled over the engine, and grabbed onto your arm.

You let go of the key, her fingers tightening around your forearm as her eyes looked for yours.

“I don’t want to go back.” She repeated, her voice barely a whisper.

Your eyebrows furrowed, something you could only feel as your body reacted to her once more. You didn’t know what hurt more; seeing the tears pool in her eyes as she struggled to hold them back or her nails digging though the fabric and into your skin.

“Please...”

You couldn’t answer as something on her hand distracted you from the pain. Something shiny. A glimmer on her ring finger—most likely diamonds. Might as well have been rocks; it held no value in that so called promise between her and that man. At the least it didn’t for one of them.

You looked back at the bearer, your jaw tense as you thought. Your mind flashed back to mere moments ago. Why was she still wearing it? She had no right to. Not after leaving such betrayal on your lips.

“Then take it off.” You spoke up, your voice hoarse as if you’d been yelling for liberation.

Her mind was shaken, desperate to see through eyes that looked so unfamiliar now.

Your gaze was stern. It all looked blurry, as if you’d built a wall in front of what she had access to just moments ago…

“What?”

“The ring, Sana. Take it off.”

She barely glanced down at her own hand before looking back at you. The chuckle tasted bitter on your tongue.

“You can’t even face it.”

“That’s all I’ve been telling you.” She let out a defeated sob. “Why don’t you just do it for me?”

You looked back down at her hand, and her gaze followed yours to land there as well. She hated the sight of it. It felt as though it had been there forever.

All she dreamed about was taking it off.

All you had to do was take it off.

So you did, and finally slipped the ring off her finger, holding it between two of your own.

She mindlessly watched as your thumb and index rolled it around to observe it above the steering wheel. All that pain. All that torment. All because of a single, shiny metal ring.

“Doesn’t it feel lighter?” You spoke in an attempt to pull her out of her own mind. The last thing she needed was to get lost in it.

“I…” She trailed off, looking down at her hand, and finally seeing her finger naked in what felt like a lifetime. “It does.”

You trapped the jewel inside your fist, sighing as you leaned back against the back of your seat.

“What are you going to do now?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well…” Your hand found the commands of the automatic windows, pushing the button to roll yours down. “Whatever you do, you take care of yourself.”

Most people would have asked what the hell you were doing. If that ring didn’t hold any sentimental value, financially, it still held its own.

Not Sana, though. She didn’t seem phased by your action as she watched it land who knows where.

“Wait…” She trailed off, rewinding your words. “Are you not going to stick around?”

“I did all I could, Sana.” You started, your eyes focused out the open window as a breeze helped to dry off the tears before they even formed. “I kept my word and helped you. I took it off. But you’re gonna need to face him yourself.”

“But I can’t do it alone—“

“You have to.” You snapped, turning back to look at her. You ignored her lips parted in surprise, and continued. “If what I’ve learned about you in this short time is true, it’s the only way you’ll ever be free.”

“What have you learned?”

“Nothing.” You scoffed. “That’s why you have to do it. You’re the only one who actually knows how to deal with this. I can be by your side all you want, but I’ll never be any help. No one ever will.”

Your rant caused a small sob to escape her lips, and she ignored your surprise when she reached for your hand. You could only let her again, allowing yourself to relish in her touch and find pleasure in your body’s reactions to it.

You looked down at your joined hands, watching her intertwine them. You found yourself responding to her touch, your fingers closing around hers.

“Then at least stay.”

You softly caressed the top of her thumb, giving yourself some time to actually think before agreeing this time.

“On one condition.” You said, finding her eyes.

“What is it?”

You glanced down at your tangled hands.

It was an insane thing to look at. To feel. It didn’t make any sense. You’d only met her three days ago. You’d only spent an afternoon, part of an evening with her.

Yet so much happened. So much was felt.

You blinked, and her hand was still in yours. It felt good. But it lacked warmth.

It was telling.

At that moment in time, deep down, you knew this wouldn’t last.

Maybe you’ll part ways right after she’d break the engagement off. Maybe you’ll date and break up once you realise it was all comfort and reassurance disguising as love and affection. Maybe she won’t even break the engagement off.

Whatever the reason, you knew you wouldn’t see her at your wedding.

So you had to make one last thing clear.

“I keep the moonflowers.”

#twice x reader #sana x reader #sana imagines #twice imagines #twice sana #minatozaki sana

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Geralt had texted earlier asking if Lambert would mind helping Ciri out with a science project. The redhead had pretended to be put out by the request, but they all knew he loved hanging out with his ‘little science buddy’ as much as Ciri loved playing mad scientist with her chemist uncle (it really shouldn’t have been surprising that the man was perfectly at home around substances which could be as volatile as he was). The fact that the child sized lab coat and safety goggles he’d gotten her for her last birthday were her favourite presents was testament to that.

“So, what’s the problem?” Aiden asked. It was a standard baking soda volcano project and they’d followed the teachers’ printed instructions and achieved the expected results with no issue. Man and child both looked at him as if he were insane.

“You’re kidding? That was fu-fudging pathetic.” Lambert said, crossing his arms and scowling at the papier mâché blob on the kitchen table, “We want an explosion, not a dribble. Right Ciri?”

“Right.” The eight-year-old agreed with a decisive nod, mimicking her uncle’s stance whilst Aiden bit back a comment about Lambert saying something very similar last night.

“Welp, far be it for me to stand in your way. I’ll be in the living room if you need me. Work stuff.”

“Uncle Aiden, what is it you do anyway?”

Aiden tapped the side of his nose in response before slipping out the door.

Aiden smiled to himself as he slipped his phone back into his pocket, having accomplished his mission of covertly recording the cute goings on in the kitchen. His husband and niece had been totally oblivious to him as Lambert explained why the earlier result had been kind of lacklustre, surrounded by different bottles collected from their kitchen cupboards, Ciri hanging on to his every word. He’d definitely be posting it to the group chat later.

He was just finishing up the last of his work emails, chasing up a late payment when there was a very wet sounding bang from the other side of the closed kitchen door.

"The Hell? Lambert, Ciri, you guys ok?!”

“We’re good. All good.” Lambert answered a little too quickly, accompanied by hushed giggling from Ciri.

Aiden slowly pushed the door open and felt his jaw drop, “What. Did you do?”

Every surface, including Lambert and Ciri, was covered in a slightly powdery slime, some of it bubbling in a way Aiden would have found alarming if he didn’t already know it was just baking soda and…something.

“We effed around and found out.” Ciri chirped happily, trying to wipe her goggles clean with her fingers.

“I did not teach her that.” Lambert clarified, ignoring the slime which was dripping from the ceiling and into his hair, “I turned my back for a second and she added something extra.”

Aiden raised an eyebrow, “Uh huh. Well, seeing as cooking’s not going to be happening for a while, I’m going to order take out and you two can find out how long this takes to clean up.”

“Ciri, I think we have time for just one more quick experiment before we start.” Aiden did not like the devilish grin spreading across his husband’s face, “How much of this can we get on Uncle Aiden?”

Aiden had never moved so fast in his entire life.  

#the witcher #witcher #the witcher fanfiction #aiden/lambert #aiden x lambert #lambden #lambert/aiden #lambert x aiden #witcher aiden #witcher lambert #lambert #witcher ciri #cirilla fiona elen riannon #ciri

[thickenmyblood]

maca this chapter was insane i was kicking my feet the entire hour I took to read it!!

but can I just say as much as I was team damen in the beginning cause I didn’t fw laurent’s whole approach to the breakup…..I don’t get why damen was so upset with laurent abt the needing a lawyer reveal when he immediately recognised that it was obvious that laurent continued to stay with him because he genuinely loved him.

Don’t get me wrong I definitely love that you took that approach cause your writing is so REAL and Damen recognises he’s being an idiot sometimes!!But I didn’t expect Laurent to not push back abit in some sense like he was just a traumatised kid barely a year older than nicaise is rn when they met (if i got the math right on that).

anyway I think I just wanna hear more about your thoughts on Laurent’s headspace if it’s not spoiler-y ofc. Thank you for such a brilliant chapter and happy holidays ♥️♥️

hello! i was actually talking to @savoytrufflephd about this the other day. this is terribly long but we're reaching the end of the fic and i will never get the change to speak on these things again, and so i hope this answer guides your reading experience and helps clear any doubts you might have going into the last chapter.

about damen:

during their argument, damen is gutted to find out that laurent approached him because he needed a lawyer and money, and, indeed, damen doesn't have an absolute "let's berate laurent" meltdown right then and there, but i wouldn't say he "immediately recognized" anything.

there are three main emotions at play during the reveal scene.

sadness: damen feels deeply hurt by laurent's confession.

There is nowhere to go. There is no other sound in the world but Laurent’s voice, tearing him open.

They should be doing this in the kitchen, Damen thinks. For old times’ sake. For symmetry. There must be a reason why Aimeric keeps picking kitchens as his bleeding spot.

anger and/or self-righteousness: damen makes comments to hurt laurent and express the hurt he's feeling himself and how he feels cheated and wronged.

(...) Was a live-in nanny so expensive that you had to spend the next four years forcing yourself into bed with—”

“You were nervous. Before. I remember the—was the bathroom break so you could vomit in between—”

(...) So you stayed up all night, going through that—that shit, and you had ten liters of coffee this morning so you could be brave enough to sit here and tell me that I was your pimp for a while. (...)

“I wouldn’t blame you,” Laurent says, “if you—” “Don’t play the martyr card.” “I’m so—” “Fuck you,” Damen says.

defeat: damen slowly realizing this is the worst case scenario. there can't be anything worse than this, and so it's almost a relief to hear it because he 1. didn't have to ask 2. can't imagine any other blow hitting him harder (which... i mean, he did have a heads up from nikandros). now what he wants is to understand how this happened and why.

Something is leaking out of Damen now, except it isn’t blood. He feels it by its absence, by the relief it leaves behind. This, he thinks, as he looks at Laurent. This is everything they have done to each other. There is nothing left but this: the wound, drained; the wound, re-dressed. This is what he wanted to know, what he asked for. This.

He might as well lay down on the table and pass Laurent the knife.

He wants to feel stupid and can’t, wants to lather himself up in hatred to slip away from this with ease. He can’t. He’d thought in those first months at Nikandros’s that he knew what hating Laurent was—annoyance, mostly, and contempt, slightly—but now he knows that wasn’t hate. He could never hate Laurent. Maybe he could learn, could train himself to do it, but he doesn’t want to. He wants to understand. He wants—

damen is not the best when it comes to understanding his own emotions. later on, when analyzing this argument with neo, this happens:

“I don’t know how it made me feel,” Damen says. “I was angry yesterday. At him. And I know I should be angry now, or earlier when he said—when he told me.” “But you weren’t.” “I wasn’t sad either. It was like…” “Like?” Damen smooths over the sheets beside him. The bed is cool and neatly made on that side. “Like I’d been waiting for him to say it for so long, that when he did, it wasn’t… I don’t know.”

he did feel all those emotions in the argument, but when asked to talk about them, he holds onto defeat instead of anger or sadness. i wrote him this way because i wanted a version of him that was tired of arguing with laurent, that didn't want to do that anymore, that wanted things to be fair between them. plus, i wrote very early on that he's just not very creative when it comes to (active) cruelty. it just doesn't come naturally to him.

now, about laurent:

i agree that this laurent reads very passively. he doesn't strike back, doesn't argue that he was desperate, that it wasn't his fault, etc. this is because:

he's being self-hating. this is him basically telling damen "look at what i did and hate me for it. i don't deserve the way you've always helped me, the way you're STILL helping me. i'm not a good person. i'm not who you think i am." this is why, in this fic, laurent also allows nicaise to treat him like shit. it's the reason laurent did not tell agnes about the verbal abuse he was being subjected to. he thinks he deserves it. it's the reason he tells damen having sex with maxime was a chore and still he kept doing it.

like damen, he's also tired of arguing. in fact, i would say he's MORE tired than damen. he's getting the worse of nicaise's ire and has been for months. he knows damen is upset with him bc of that 10 minute conversation he had alone with nicaise in ch18. the day before, damen looked him in the eye and told him it was all his fault, that everything wrong that happened with nicaise was on him, that he was to blame because he was too busy having fun and being stupid to take care of the one person he was supposed to look after. he's emotionally drained. he spent the entire night looking through nicaise's phone, analyzing dates and punishing himself for everything that happened. after almost 400k words of fucked up situations, he's finally reached this strange limit of "whatever, just let it end".

the self-fulfilling prophecy aspect of his relationship with damen. in a way, laurent never dared to hope what he had with damen would be forever. in fact, he believed in order to keep damen, he had to sacrifice many, many, many things and aspect of who he was and is as a person, because otherwise damen would not and could not love him. things like his mental health, his own abuse, his views on sex... but also small, stupidly vulnerable things, such as letting your partner know that you fucking douche!!!!!! letting him know you do things every other human does. laurent wanted damen to love him, but he didn't think damen ever could if he showed him all his cards and baggage and whatever you want to call it, and so he made himself palatable. and this was, ultimately, the downfall of their relationship (along with damen's obvious ignorance, emotional issues, repression, etc.)

this is all i can say on laurent's end. ch20 will give you some more details to help you look at his actions and thought process throughout the fic in a different light. i hope this answer made sense and wasn't just me babbling for seventeen thousand words.

thank you for your time!!

#anon #hiuh #i'm so sorry for how long this is #but its the end YOU GUYS its the endddddd its ending

[scp230kinnie]

Can you do Rachel Roth comforting Male Reader after returning from a mission 🙏🙏

Rachel Roth (raven) x male! Reader post mission comfort

Update sorry guys I suck ass at writing comfort unless it’s bone shattering angst and this is not that

I suck at fanfics I’m better at hcs I’m so sorry

I also have not watched the new season

Character: Rachel Roth

Warnings: mentions of injuries, not proofread, probably the worst thing I’ve ever written

Y/n walks into the Titans' Tower, carrying a bag overflowing with gear from his latest mission. He is exhausted and sore all over, but he has a small smile on his face, because the mission was a success. He turns the corner, and is instantly met by Rachel, who gives him a warm hug.

"Hey! I'm so glad you're back! How was the mission?" Rachel asks with a gentle smile as she looks up at him. Y/N takes a deep breath, relieved to be back at the Tower, and leans into Rachel's hug for support. “I don’t know.. it was fine” he sighs.

Rachel takes a quick look over his body, noticing some cuts and bruises "Are you alright? You look a little beat up. Do you need anything? Some ice for those bruises? A warm shower maybe?" He looks back down at her and smiled weakly, trying to reassure her “Ugh, you have no idea. But I'll manage. That mission was tougher than I expected.” Rachel Feind confidence in your response, but she knows somethings wrong, or at least as far as she can tell. "Well, at least you're safe and that's all that matters. Come on, I'll help you unpack." She suggests. Y/n slowly and reluctantly lets go of her "Yeah, that'd be great..." he says with a sigh.

Rachel gently grabs the bag from his hands, and starts removing his gear piece by piece, while he makes his way to the bathroom. "Just relax, I'll take care of everything..." Rachel says softly, watching him carefully.

"Thanks... you really don't have to do this. You know?" He looks back at her with another gentle smile, really wanting nothing more than to relax. "Just let me. You need to rest." Rachel says as she puts away his stuff, before returning to help clean up y/ns little injuries scattered around his body.

Rachel motions for y/n to sit on the counter, so he does so. She gently takes care of his wounds, taking care not to hurt him more. She’s never really done this for anyone except for him. Y/n says nothing and just watches as she does this, noticing every little movement of her fingers, the way her black painted nails shine in the light of the vanity. “You’re so pretty” *he whispers, looking in awe at her, still watching her clean his injuries. “So are you” she says back just as quietly. She kisses his cheek gently and puts a hand on the side of his neck. “Will you be okay now?” She asks. “Yeah, i think I will be, thanks to you” he responds softly, blushing from the peck on his cheek.

“We should watch a movie later, you know, as a thanks for being here for me” y/n suggests “you pick the movie.” He adds. Rachel puts the first aid kit away and looks up at him again. I’d love to. How about saw?” She suggests with a soft smile. “Again?”

Sorry this was terrible I’m so sorry

Please give me saw or repo requests I’m going insane

#fluff #headcanons #scp230kinnie #tumblr #fanfic #fanfiction #writer #rachel #rachel Roth #rachel roth x reader #raven #raven x reader #titans #dc #comfort

[offdacabsav2]

Neon Dread

An hour since he disappeared into the night. They tore Vacuo asunder, searching in a panicked frenzy. Each corner, each crevice, Weiss replayed the rage in his eyes.

The hurt, the loneliness, and the brink reaching to pull him in.

In the Ever After he wasn’t shielding his insanity in rusted armor. Is he now?

When they heard the sounds of a fight breaking out, they thought for sure it was another drunken brawl started for some petty reason.

Instead, it had been Jaune brutally dismantling the members of CRDL. Watching him fatally crush Cardin’s skull frightened her.

The confident leader who would never harm another human like that.

Compared to… compared to now.

She felt disgusting for this. It’s true, none of them can sympathize with 15 years of pure isolation, slowly losing your grip on reality every day while trying to cope with mercy killing a close friend.

She should’ve helped more, tried to warm him up to the idea of a group again.

The logical side told her he refused every time. That he was always alone now and wanted to be.

Her emotions crushed retaliation.

He didn’t want to be alone. But he didn’t know how not to be.

Eventually the chase became widespread. News of a missing huntsman who attacked another team spread rampant.

They needed to find him. There’s a very real chance he could be imprisoned for this.

Sprinting past glistening, neon billboards, advertisements, road signs, dancing holograms, Weiss rounded a corner, dipping into a dark alley.

Ruby showed up a moment later and inspected the area with her scroll’s flashlight.

Rain, trash, brick walls, smoke. The knight nowhere in sight.

Weiss: “Dammit!” She roared, picking up a stone and hurling it into the shadows.

Ruby: “Weiss, we’ve searched the entire south side. He’s not here.”

Weiss: “And? What, are you going to give up just because it’s a little harder than you expected?”

The Ice Queen retracted, hanging her head and squeezing Myrtenaster’s hilt.

Weiss: “I’m sorry. I… I’m scared.”

Ruby: “It’s okay. I am too. But he ran this way and there’s not a single trace of… anything.”

Weiss sighed, gazing at the heavens. Rain steadily fell onto her face, soaking her hair and dismantling the braid.

Weiss: “What about the others?”

Ruby: “Guys, how are we doing?” She paced as she gazed at her scroll.

Nora: “Nothing, nothing, nothing. He just vanished! Up and left!”

Ren: “No luck so far. If he turned around the authorities would have him by now. Either he broke into a building or he left the city.”

Ren, ever the voice of reason, had clear panic in his tone. Although Nora’s was obvious, he still tried to calm her.

Blake: “Yang and I just cleared the rest of the residential plaza. I don’t see where he could’ve gone.”

Oscar: “Emerald and I are following a subway tunnel right now. I doubt he came down here, but it’s worth a shot.”

Ruby: “Ok… ok, uh… k-keep looking. He’s around here,” she turned away, muttering. “Somewhere.”

Weiss walked further into the abyssal maw. It wrapped her in shadows the closer she got.

Weiss: “I think this leads to a different back passage.”

The silver-eyed leader joined her friend in peeking back the layers of thick gloom.

Black windows deepened the pit of anxiety in Weiss’ stomach. She imagined blank faces watching as they went.

Turning a corner, Weiss glimpsed a touch of red when Ruby’s light swept the narrow lane.

Weiss: “I-I see something,” She pointed. “Right there.”

The beam revealed unsettling information.

Weiss sprinted to the soaked fabric floating in a puddle. A memory torn, harboring different, darker stains.

Ruby and Weiss stared at it in utter fear.

Ruby: “G-guys, we… we found Pyrrha’s sash.”

Nora: “Where?!”

Ruby: “East Whittaker Street, in a side alley. I think… I think there’s blood on it.”

Oscar: “Do you think it’s his or Cardin’s?”

Ruby: “I don’t know, I don’t know. You’re coming up behind us, see if you can cut off the area near the subway exit. Everyone else, get over here as fast as you can.”

Weiss drew her blade and loaded a slot of ice dust into the chamber.

Methodically, the huntresses cleared their corners, watched the rooftops, and guarded their rear.

Further evidence.

A severed metal leg and a long ponytail.

Ruby raised her light up to see Crocea Mors stabbed into a wall, water washing over the blade. The duo dashed to the sword, inspecting its new cuts and dents.

Weiss nearly stepped in a pool, but withdrew her heel, noticing an odd tinge to the clear surface.

Blood.

Eyes and light uncovered a trail leading into a pitch-black, midnight doorway.

Carefully, they closed. In sync, ready to fight.

Methodical and smooth. Terrified and nervous.

Images flooded Weiss’ brain. Gruesome scenes unfolding, playing into her worst nightmares.

The scroll’s gaze hovered over a gloved hand. White and gold gauntlets. Deathly still.

Weiss doesn’t remember a time she ran so fast. She most likely never will.

He was propped against a wooden door. Head down, hair stuck to his forehead. His face veiled by darkness.

Blood ran down his armor. She tilted his chin upwards. His eyes were shut, mouth slightly open, a pained look on his crimson-stained face. Trailing down his neck was a deep gash. A purple splotch glinted.

Ruby: “We found him, but Tyrian and Mercury were here first! He got stung!” She rambled frantically, reviewing him for further injury.

Emerald: “We’ve got the ambulance coming right now.”

Everything else blurred. Weiss only focused on his sluggish breathing that slowed with every passing second. The cut across his cheek. The slashes below his armor exposing red flesh. A bullet hole in his thigh and the spreading venom.

At some point, Ruby and Weiss wrapped his arms around their shoulders and hoisted him to his feet.

He was incredibly heavy and his concussed state helped little.

The clock ticked away.

He grew weaker and weaker.

Weiss prayed for a miracle. For anything. She wasn’t going to lose him, too. Not after everything they’ve been through together.

She refused for death to take him. He needed to hear how much he meant to them and how bad it hurt to see him in pain.

He needed to hear how she truly felt.

The future where she isn’t able to confess… all of it…

She had to be strong. For him.

#jaune x weiss #white knight #jaune arc #jaune arc x weiss schnee #weiss schnee #rwby whiteknight #weiss schnee x jaune arc #wanted to write a sequel cause that would go hard

[writer-room]

I know this is just beating a dead horse at this point but good god Warriors really does have so many opportunities to write all kinds of different complex tales and relationships, even just as shorts, and it makes me so so sad. Even just the smaller things, the ones that almost hilariously ignore the bigger plot going on around them.

We all know Breezepelt, but I personally wanna know about his kids! I want to know what kind of father he is to four whole daughters. He’s the guy known for having daddy issues, is he a terrible father? Is he just an okay one? Is he genuinely trying really hard to be good? I want to know!

What about the aftermath of Brokenstar’s reign? What happened to the apprenticed kits who survived the ordeal? Did they remain as paws but had an extended training time? Were they put back in the nursery and expected to just go on knowing what the outside world looked like until moons later? What about the apprentices named before they were adults, were they changed back to paws? What kind of generational trauma did ShadowClan carry from Brokenstar, from all the children who died and all the ones who grew up much too fast?

Dawnpelt was known for mainly one thing: the cat who believed, wholeheartedly, that Jayfeather killed Flametail. She is now also the mother of Sleekwhisker, a Darktail obsessed villain, Juniperclaw, who briefly joined Darktail, poisoned prey, and is now dead and guarding the border between StarClan and the Dark Forest. And then there’s Strikestone, who joined Darktail for a bit but then didn’t do much else except also die. Thats two children dead, one who is denied redemption despite his willingness to, and a third child whos very murderous. Does that not fuck someone up, at least a little?

Pouncestep is my personal favorite simply because she has become the background character in a family of main characters. Lightleap is slowly getting a little bit of spotlight thanks to Blazefire, but Pouncestep is just...there. Literally what is her life even like, watching all her important family members deal with the worst thing ever five times a week. Is she minding her own business. I hope she’s just vibing. I want a calm short with her ignoring all the plot.

Moonkitti brought this up already, but she was so right for it, cause...what about all the cats named in honor of the dead? Hollytuft? Sorrelstripe? Fernsong? Even new Bristlekit and Stemkit, and so many more---does that not mess with a cat? We know it messed with Nightheart, and while being named after and related to Firestar I’m sure does some things to a dude, we have other cats who do look eerily similar to who they’re named after. Lets not even start with Cinderheart. With this naming tradition becoming more and more common, one has to wonder if ThunderClan is gonna be filled to the brim with cats that have some INSANE identity issues.

#warriors #warrior cats #headcanons #thoughts #ideas #text post #talk #breezepelt #brokenstar #dawnpelt #pouncestep #naming #sleekwhisker #shadowclan #ignoring everything else about breezepelt including how he was suddenly redeemed for everything like it was all crows fault #(crow did not help at all. he was a horrific father. breeze still tried to kill a pregnant lady) #i want to know what kind of dad he is!! we just HEAR that he has daughters & thats it!! no shut up what kind of dad are you #villains who are actually okay fathers? WILD CONCEPT I WOULD LIKE TO SEE IT #breeze whos like awful with everyone except his mom his wife & his kids. obsessed with it. i want to see more of it. i want to see him try #'my father has failed me but i will not fail you' & then failing as all parents will always inevitably do & feeling awful about it #only to accept that. well hes going to mess up. all parents will. what matters is how he tries to fix it & move on. #and dawnpelt! angst aside i think she'd get so much sht for getting mad at jay then needing refuge then having evil daughter #the pettiness. through the ROOF it would be kinda funny. but also sad cause yknow. she kinda lost all 3 of her kids #shadowclan has to have the worst trauma ever. brokenstar was like. 10 years ago? ish? around then #we have multiple cats who lived that long. even if so few survived from that reign then THEIR kids most certainly had to live through stuff #child soldiers. cats who had to grow up way too fast. it had to take a hit on their psyche. id like to see the reasons why shadow has so #many villain stuff happen with them. no its not cause theyre evil its because literally the worst things ever have happened to them #and they are desperate and scared and so deeply deeply traumatized #and then just pouncestep living her best life and all the cats having identity issues #horrayyyy

[domesticblisss]

are you thinking them as well?

eddie munson x female reader rating: mature. minors dni word count: 1013 summary: eddie finds his best friend doing something he least expected. warnings: smut. walking in on people, mutual masturbation, pet names. inspired by chloe adam's "dirty thoughts"

They have never, not once in a million years, thought they would have had found themselves in this predicament. 

Being friends since they were kids had its perks, she had free access to his trailer and he had unlimited access to her home. 

Going in the opposite direction of, basically, the whole town, her parents loved Eddie and even encouraged the duo to date, which always ended up with the teenagers changing the subject. 

With said parents out of town for their two week anniversary vacation, Eddie had been spending most of his days at her place eating junk food, watching shitty movies and even going through her dad’s liquor cabinet. 

Eddie had left her house early that morning, saying he had a few deals to make but that he would be back later that night for another horror movie marathon. 

Being friends since childhood had its perks, but also had its cons. 

The house is completely dark when Eddie finally comes back, the only light on is the one from her night stand. The shaggy haired man makes his way to his friend’s bedroom, the door slightly open, weird noises coming out of the room. 

He opens the door and the sight before him makes him stop dead in his tracks. 

His childhood best friend lies naked in her bed. Her hair formed an unruly frame around her head, some strands sticking to her sweaty skin. Her soft lips forming an “O” shape as a silent moan leaves her throat.

Eddie is mesmerised by her hands, as the left one plays with her right nipple, and the other one moves between her slick folds in a come hither move. 

The sounds of her fingers in her wet pussy are making him insane. 

This was better than any wet dream he had ever had about her (and he had had a lot). As much as he won’t admit, Eddie is in love with her, but never made any moves afraid he would ruin their relationship. 

Her movements became more erratic, her moans are louder and she’s panting harder. His brain going into overdrive. 

“Fuck Eddie, right there.” she moans. 

“Hey.” Eddie says before he could even stop himself, his voice barely above a whisper. 

Her movements come to a halt as she hears her friend’s voice. Slowly opening her eyes, she lifts her head, meeting her flushed friend’s stare. 

“Eddie, what the fuck?!” the girl exclaims, hurriedly bringing her covers over her body. 

“I’m sorry! I–“

“What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean? I told you I was coming back!”

Awkward silence engulfs them. Both people find themselves in a mix of embarrassment, fear and desire. 

“If it serves as consolation, I often think about you too.” Eddie finally breaks the silence. 

“You do?”

He nods in response. 

“That’s… nice.” she says as a blush creeps her neck, a sudden spark of courage takes hold of her body, and she lifts the cover off of her naked form. 

“Eddie?”

The man perks up, his throat is dry and he swallows before answering her. “Yeah?”

“What do you do when you think of me?”

“Oh.”

He’s left speechless by her actions, as she moves from her previous spot in the middle of the bed to the left side, making enough room for him to join her. “Why don’t you show me?”

Eddie doesn’t waste any time and clumsily takes off his clothes, making her giggle when he gets his right leg stuck on his tight jeans, tripping and almost falling. 

“What’s so funny about it, princess?” Eddie says while laying next to her, the new tone of voice on the already familiar nickname making her blush.

The image of Eddie laying naked next to her is almost unbearable, making her feel like she died and went to horny heaven. 

“Are you going to show me what you do, Eds?” she asks him again, this time gently taking his right wrist on her hand and spitting on his hand as a head start. 

“Shit.” Eddie is left speechless, the new attitude of his usually shy friend awakening things inside him he didn’t even know existed. 

The metal head quickly brought his spit covered hand to his angry shaft, the sensation making him hiss. 

His movements are slow, like he’s trying to savour the moment and make it last a while longer. 

Eddie’s moans and hisses make her drunk, and the up and down of his hand mesmerises her. 

“Do you get dirty thoughts about me often?” Eddie asks, voice contained. 

“Yeah, all the time. They get worse when I’m without you.” she moans. 

“Then touch yourself, princess.” he says as he leads her hand down her wet core. “Make yourself cum, baby.”

The room is silent except for their moans and the sounds of skin meeting skin. 

“Tell me, princess, what goes through that pretty head of yours when you touch yourself thinking about me?”

“I- I think a-about you fucking me behind the bleachers.” she moans, the confession making her embarrassed. 

“Really? During a game or when no one is around?”

“During a game.”

“Oh my god, my pretty princess is even naughtier than I thought!”

“Fuck, Eddie.” The praise made her wetter than she imagined possible. 

“W-what do you think about, Eds?” 

“You sucking me off behind the bleachers, game on. Or– fuck… you riding me while I sit on my throne in Hellfire.”

“Eds, I’m gonna cum.” The boy’s confession got her on edge. 

“Me too, baby.” his left hand holds her right one tightly, making her look at him, “can you go faster?”

She nods. 

Their moans fill the room, together with their heavy breathing and the smell of their arousal. It’s like a switch flicked inside of them, breaking the dam and making them climax together. 

It takes them a few minutes to recover, Eddie’s thumb runs circles around her hand, which is still intertwined on his. It’s after their breathings even out that he kisses the palm of her hand. 

“This was…” Eddie says, voice failing. 

“Yeah…”

Feedback is welcomed and appreciated 🤎

#x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things #db writes #db fanfic

[fenharel-enaste]

A lesson in patience || CEO!Elendil x Fem!Reader (modern AU)

Rating: +18 (smut)

Summary: You visit Elendil in his office and decide to tease him a bit. What you don't know is that he doesn't like you playing with him when he's busy…

Content/warnings:  Dom!Elendil, brat!reader, explicit sex content, unprotected sex (don’t do this pls), p in v sex, cockwarming, orgasm denial, dirty talk, light choking, oral sex (f and m receiving), cum swallowing... ok there's no plot here, just pure filth lol

Word count: 3.2k

Notes: Being an AU I don’t even know if Elendil’s in character here, idk I was just horny I guess 😂

This is a oneshot I've written thanks to my lovely Elendilfer friends @starlady66, who inspired it with this post I'll never get over, @thetempleofthemasaigoddess, who suggested to write a fic about it. Thank you both so much!! 💖💖

Tagging: @grinkitty, @wint3r-h3art

It’s also on AO3!

You can’t wait to see Elendil today. He loves it when you sometimes surprise him by visiting him in his office close to his time to leave. You like to spend some time together there while he finishes some last minute paperwork before going out for dinner with you. 

You cheerfully greet the receptionist and he lets you in, as you've been there many times before and he knows you don't need Elendil's permission to enter his office, unless he's in an important meeting, of course. 

You knock on his door and enter when he tells you to come in; his face lights up with a smile, as it always does when you drop by. You greet him with a kiss on his lips that he gladly returns. "I'm so pleased to see you baby, come here." He invites you to sit on his lap to talk about your day and keep him company while he finishes his work. 

Some minutes later, you are both laughing as Elendil tells you an amusing incident that happened in the building earlier today when his mobile phone goes off. “Oh, I’m sorry, princess, I forgot I was expecting this call. I promise it’ll only take a few minutes, don’t worry,” he apologises before giving you a quick peck on the cheek and answering the call. 

There's not much you can do while you're waiting sitting on his lap, so you just stare at him as he talks. He seems very focused looking at his laptop screen as he listens intently to what his interlocutor is saying. He looks so sexy like that, and he's wearing the tie you bought him last week. You remember the way he tied you to the bed with it the day you gave it to him; you lost count of how many times he made you come while holding you still, always demanding one more. 

You feel a tingle between your legs at the memory and you squirm on his lap. He looks at you with amusement, as he's well aware of how much you like it when he has you sitting on him like this, with his arm around your waist to hold you tight against him. He squeezes your hip affectionately, in a gesture that says 'be patient and as soon as I'm done you'll have my absolute, undivided attention'. 

But the call is taking longer than you expected and you start getting impatient. You feel especially horny today and every passing minute is agony; you need him to touch you. You then decide to act playfully for once, push him to his limit. So you begin to move your hips again, slowly at first, but then you start touching him all over, his face, his hair, his chest, you bring your mouth to his jaw and kiss your way down his neck, then bite and suck him right where you know it drives him insane. 

Elendil glances warningly at you, he's starting to find it hard to keep up with the conversation, clearing his throat from time to time and he has to ask his interlocutor to repeat himself. You then position yourself so that you have one of his thighs between your legs and rub yourself against it repeatedly, lifting your skirt to can feel the friction through your underwear, just enough to show Elendil the new lacy panties you’re wearing for him. 

It's getting more and more difficult for him to speak, but he reaches his limit when you bring your hand to his crotch, making him let out a soft groan. He's already hard, you're so proud of yourself. “No, I’m... I’m okay, I’m sorry, something came up. I’ll call you later.” Elendil hangs up abruptly and you give him a playful smile, but his gaze is not playful at all. Oh no. 

“Get off me and lock the door. Now.” You feel a shudder down your spine when he uttered that last word. He hadn't done anything yet, but now that he's no longer under your control, you begin to regret your actions. You get up and approach the door slowly, locking it as you've been told. 

“Come here.” You walk up to him again and you feel your body shaking, maybe with fear, maybe with anticipation, maybe both. “Stop,” he orders you just before you reach him. “Strip. Slowly.” His deep, commanding voice never fails to turn you on even more, you love it when he orders you around like that; you’re so happy to comply. So you move slowly, swaying your hips, touching your body as you take off your clothes, piece by piece, putting on a show for him, as he lays back on his chair. 

You can feel his lustful gaze everywhere, especially when you take off your bra and he asks you to play with your tits. “Fuck, baby. Look at you...” And then you turn your back to him and lean forward very, very slowly as you slide your panties down your legs, exposing your already glistening cunt to him. 

“Stay like that and put your hands on the desk, love.” So you do, and he moves his chair closer to you, grabs your ass, squeezing it firmly with his large hands, and brings his mouth to your cunt, slipping his tongue between your soaking folds before devouring it hungrily. It is driving you insane. You hear him moan, sending vibrations against your skin. Your legs tremble and you have to rest your forehead against the surface of the desk, not wanting to feel anything but his warm tongue spoiling you and his raspy beard against your folds. 

You whine when he pulls his mouth away from your cunt. “Come here, love,” he murmurs as you hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers. You feel a pressure in your belly as you anticipate how you want to fuck him on his chair, with your back to him, as you've done so many times before. Elendil then guides you onto his cock, one hand on your hip and the other holding his hardness as you slide down the length of his cock. He presses your hips even harder against his pelvis to reach even deeper. “Oh fuck...” He fills you so good. 

You grab the arms of the chair to help you rock your hips, but you are unable to do so, as Elendil won't let go of his tight grip on you. You try to move forward, backwards, anything to feel more friction. It's in vain. “Please, baby... I want to fuck you...” 

Elendil leans forward so that he can speak directly into your ear. “Do you really think I was going to let you get away with it just like that, hmm?” You feel a shiver run across your skin at the low tone of his voice. “You knew I was on an important call and you decided to behave like a brat even so. Now, be a good girl and stay still while I finish my work.” 

Then, Elendil calls back the person he was talking to earlier to continue the previous conversation. Frustration runs through your body; you've been looking forward to having fun with him ever since you walked through the door and now, you're not having any of it. Even worse. You have exactly what you wanted inside you, but you couldn't get the pleasure you were craving. 

You try to follow his instructions, but it's too damn hard. His mouth had left you so ready for him, and you can feel him throbbing, sometimes twitching inside you. You can’t help but squirm on his cock. You immediately feel Elendil tugging lightly on your hair and briefly pull the phone away from him.

“Shh, I told you to behave, darling, can’t you do that just for five minutes?” he scolds you and bites your shoulder before resuming his work. That’s not helping you at all. 

Minutes pass, but they feel like ages. Now he's sliding his fingers lazily down your naked back, giving you goosebumps, while keeping his focus on the call. You lose it when he moves that hand around your body to reach one of your breasts and caresses it gently, playing with your nipple as if you were just a toy for him to casually play with while his attention is somewhere else. He’s being so unfair. 

You’re so horny your hips move again against him involuntarily, so he stops caressing your breasts and moves his hand back to your hip to give it a squeeze of warning. You obey him for a while, but you can’t help but keep squirming on him from time to time, you have no control over your body any longer, and the grip on your flesh becomes tighter and tighter, letting you know he’s far from finishing with you. 

You haven't heard a word of the conversation, but you're fully aware of the silence in the office when Elendil finally ends the call. The next thing you hear is his voice, this time aimed at you. “Apparently this doesn't work with you, I’m afraid, but don't worry, I still have some other methods to teach you how to be patient.” 

You have no idea what he's going to do next. You feel your own breathing quicken before finding yourself pinned against the desk, your legs practically dangling off it. One of Elendil’s hands holds your head still against the surface, the other one restrains your wrists and holds them behind your back. His cock’s still deep inside you. 

Without warning, he starts slamming his pelvis against you, yet you are so wet his cock easily slides inside you and you can't stop the loud moans escaping your lips, he had teased you and made you wait so long the pleasure he’s giving you feels like a first sip of water after hours lost in a desert, it felt heavenly. You won't last long, not long at all if he keeps up his relentless pace. 

“Fuck! Please, please... I’m so close...” It is just there, just a few more thrusts... you know it’s going to be an intense one. And just when you feel the pressure in your core is about to be released through your whole body, Elendil removes himself from you. 

“No! No no no, please, please, keep going...” you beg desperately, trying to pull your hips back to feel him again. 

“I told you, pretty one, I have ways to make you learn patience. Let’s do it again.” And he guides his cock back into you and resumes his thrusts, just as hard as before, hitting right where he knows it drives you insane. You need to cum so badly you try to hide your spams of pleasure from him. But he always knows, and he stops, and you try again, but he keeps stopping, edging you again and again and again. 

After countless attempts you just have to give up and take what he gives you, accepting the waves beginning to form in your belly just to feel them abruptly disappear at the very last moment. 

When you think you can’t take it anymore, you hear his voice again. ��Alright, baby. Are you going to behave now?” he asks, releasing his hand from your head to caress your face and wipe away the tears you had shed in frustration. 

“Yes...” you say in almost a whisper. 

“What did you say?” You know him well enough to know what he wants you to say. 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Good girl,” he responds before turning you around and making you lie on your back on the desk, resting your legs on his shoulders. From this position, you can clearly see his lustful eyes and his mischievous grin as he enjoys the mess he’s made out of you, knowing exactly what he's going to put you through next. 

He then starts fucking you again, from a different angle this time, but not a less pleasurable one, your laud cries feeling the room once again. You can feel now the fabric of his shirt, slightly rough against your soft skin, the intoxicating scent of his cologne invading your senses, and the soft grip of his hand, now around your neck, pressing just enough to not completely cut your breath, but enough to make you feel his control over you. “Fuck, baby, you love this, don’t you?” he asks with a smirk on his face. 

Again you feel your orgasm approaching; this time, you pursue it in the hope that this time he'd let you come. But once again, you let out a long whine of frustration when you hear his words. 

“Don’t,” he commands. However, he doesn't stop his thrusts like before, but slows them down just a little. “This time you’re going to hold it, understood? I’ll tell you when you may come.” 

What??? You can’t, you just can’t. 

“No, please! Please, sir, let me cum, ple-” Your pleas are interrupted when your mouth is filled by two of his fingers. 

“That’s not an answer, my dear. Is. That. Understood?” His stern voice almost made you come and disobey him right at that moment, but you manage to fight it back and nod your head as you suck his fingers. 

“Alright, let’s try it again.” And he carries on with his brutal pounding once again, playing with your breasts and clit now, forcing you to deny your orgasm yourself. It is unbearable, he’s being so fucking unfair with you. You have to use all your willpower not to come, with tears running down your face and sweat all over your body due to your effort. It seems to you like you've been like this for hours. 

“You're doing so well sweetheart. Is there anything you want to say now?” Anything. You’d say anything for him to have mercy on you. 

“Please. Sir... I’m begging you, please...” You’re a sobbing mess right now, pleading for release. 

“That’s not what I want to hear, baby, try again.” 

“I’m so sorry.” 

“For what?” His hand on your clit begins to move faster, urging you to speak. 

“I’m so sorry for behaving like a brat... oh fuck!!” you cry out when you feel his hand slapping your ass, hard.

“And?” he demands lowering his voice even more. 

“I won’t do it again,” you finally manage to say between sobs. 

“Good girl.” 

“Please, please, sir... I can’t...” you beg, now panting heavily. 

“Hold it a bit longer, we’re almost there,” Elendil orders you once more as he keeps rapidly rubbing your clit, torturing you with both his cock and fingers. He leans forward to push your legs a bit and reach even deeper. You can’t take it any longer, you’re going to come and there’s nothing you can do about it. Just when you think you're going to be denied your climax again, you hear the so long desired words. 

“Alright, baby, you may come now.” And the pressure you've been building up in your core for so long finally explodes, releasing all over your body, and you come more violently than any other time you can remember. You lose all sense of where you are, not even aware of the screams leaving your lips uncontrollably. Elendil is well aware the whole floor is definitely hearing you, but he doesn't care - in fact, the thought of everyone knowing who's making you scream like this turns him on even more. So he continues his rough ramming into you as you come, and you can barely discern one orgasm from the next. He makes you come over and over again, praising you with every powerful orgasm. 

“Look at you. You’re so pretty when you come...”

“Again? Such an insatiable girl, you want more?”

You don’t know how many times he’s pushed you over the edge already. Your whole body feels so sensitive and overstimulated now, but he’s always able to give you more, and you welcome it gladly. 

When Elendil is sure that you are so exhausted and sated you won't be able to come any more, he carefully gets you off the table, slowly helps you get on your knees and guides his cock to your mouth. “You did it so well, baby, just one more thing for me...” 

You wrap your lips around him almost unconsciously. You feel numb by the intensity of your many orgasms, but you bob your head eagerly. There's few things you like more than pleasing him. "There you go, just like that." 

It barely takes him any time to reach his climax. He wanted to teach you patience and deny you your pleasure, but he's also had to deny himself all the time, and he must admit it's been a challenge, so now he just needs to feel your warm, soft tongue sliding along his throbbing cock and the back of your throat against his tip to spill his cum on your tongue and deep inside your mouth, letting out low grunts of pleasure. 

He tastes so good in your mouth that you can’t help but moan around his cock as you keep sucking him off; not stopping until you feel no more cum getting out of him. You love the proud look of his face when he sees you swallow it all. 

“Fuck baby... well done, such a good girl,” he praises you once more when he sees you run your tongue along the length of his cock to clean off any remaining drops. 

As soon as you’re finished, he helps you up and sits you in his chair. He kneels in front of you to cup your face in his hands and carefully look you in the eye to make sure everything's okay. “Are you alright, love?” You nod your head as you smile at him reassuringly.

“It’s been... quite intense and I feel a bit lightheaded, but I’m alright.” 

As soon as he hears you say that, he gets up, not before sweetly kissing your forehead and lips, and heads to the minibar to bring you a bottle of water. He opens it for you and helps you take the first sips. “Keep drinking, darling, I’ll be right back.” And you do as he asks as he heads to the restroom and comes out shortly after with a washcloth. He wipes it over your forehead, your face, your neck, absorbing the beads of sweat from your body. 

“Feel a bit better?” he asks with concern in his eyes.

“Yes, I feel much better now, thank you, my love.” And he gives you the sweetest smile as he brushes your cheek with the back of his hand. 

Suddenly, you remember the reason why Elendil had made you sweat like that. “Elendil, I’m so sorry I distracted you earlier, I don’t know what...” Your quivering voice is cut off by his warm lips on yours, which he tenderly kisses multiple times. 

“Don’t worry about that now, princess, you need to rest first. In fact, you should eat something. How about going to that restaurant you mentioned a few days ago? Sounds good?” 

Your stomach rumbles at the thought, and your tiredness seems to have vanished as you eagerly get up and begin to get dressed, drawing a beautiful laugh from Elendil, who watches you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

“I’m so in love with you, sweetheart, you know that, right?” he says staring captivatedly. Your heart melts at his words and you reach up to wrap your arms around him and bury your face in the crook of his neck. 

“I love you too, Elendil. I love you so, so much...” 

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