#i cant remember whats my tag shhh

[montmartrasse]

hello im gently throwing the first smut (and the first ghost fic!) ive ever written

raindrop, 3.4k, cut for length and very much nsfw content

also on ao3

Rain knew exactly what he needed to do; he had very strict and direct orders from Dewdrop and he was obeying them. 

It felt like he’d been going at it for hours now - his legs were trembling, the sheets were soaked with sweat, and the room definitely smelled like sex. Except, it was only him in the room and he didn’t know how long it would be until Dew showed up. 

He was having a nice morning - smitten after the incredible night he had with a Sister he’d been eyeing for months. Satisfied and still riding the high of the previous night, he was just minding his own business, watching TV in the Ghoul common room, snacking on his plate of cherries. That’s when he felt the room suddenly heat up, a second later, a long clawed hand was in his hair, yanking his head back. 

He felt Dewdrop’s lips next to his ear. “You’ve been having too much fun without me lately, hm?” his voice and whispery breath tickling him, Rain felt a shiver run down his spine. “Gotsta teach you a lesson. You may have forgotten who you belong to.” 

And that’s when he gave his orders. It wasn’t like Dewdrop to get jealous - but he was right. It had been a while since they fucked and he liked it when Dew got rough. A nice change of pace from his own conquests with Sisters and Brothers. 

“You start at nine pm sharp. All by yourself. Do not stop until I get there. Understood? No stopping. And if by the time I get there and you have cummed less than 5 times, we’re gonna have problems” Dew had growled into his ear. 

He had left as quickly as he arrived, leaving Rain weak in the knees, despite having been sitting down the whole time, and stomach puzzling with excitement. He just needed to figure out what to do until nine pm. 

Now he was laying on his bed, completely naked, soaked in sweat. He brought the vibrator to his already overstimulated clit once again,  trying to build up for the fifth orgasm he was supposed to have but he was struggling. The lack of stimulation except for the vibe was not fun and knowing that Dew could burst through the door anytime, although exciting, was making him a nervous wreck. He tried touching himself in other places, a ghastly hand at his nipples, claws running on his stomach, maybe a little squeeze on his neck with his tail - but it wasn’t helping. He needed someone’s - Dewdrop’s touch and he needed it bad. 

Images flooded his mind, what would his punishment be if he couldn’t complete his request? Could he lie to Dewdrop - his mate? What if he got caught - what if Dew was listening from outside of the door, counting his orgasms? 

Now, that got him going. Thinking Dewdrop was waiting outside, maybe listening to his whines and hitched breaths made his heart race. He pushed the vibrator harder into his clit, circling around it. The newfound fantasy made him whinier, letting sounds escape from his mouth, not constraining himself. His hips buckled, almost humping the vibrator like it was his lover’s cock. Finally, after what felt like hours, he found himself nearing another climax, heart beating a little too fast, his back arched and hands grabbing the sheets, Rain found himself cumming for the fifth time like he was asked to do so. 

Collecting himself, he waited for Dew to enter the room, to praise him for being so good, for obeying him like the perfect boy he is - but much to his dislike, no one entered. Sulking and a little tired now, Rain lazily brought the vibrator back to his clit once again, lowering the intensity setting a little bit - too overstimulated at this point to feel anything anyway. Hardly moving his hand, Rain started to wonder if this was his punishment after all - being made to think of Dewdrop while he played with himself, unable to spend the night with someone else. 

After what felt like hours, which in reality was just a mere couple of minutes, he started feeling an orgasm build up once again. He couldn’t help it - deep down he knew this was not the only thing that was going to happen this night and the constant vibration on his clit was unrelenting. His body, however, was not very cooperative. He felt the build-up but the release was not coming, it felt like the worst possible case of edging, especially when he had the control in his own hands. Raising the intensity of the vibe, he started pushing himself for one more orgasm. 

“Please, oh Sathanas, please pleasepleaseplease” he found himself begging to particularly no one as he chased the high once more, “Oh - oh Sathanas please I -”

The door slamming open made Rain jump out of fear, completely losing the build-up for that orgasm. 

Cursing, he tried to lift himself up on his elbow to get a better view of the intruder “What the f-” 

“Stay. down.” came a low, growling sound from the room’s entrance. 

Frozen like deer in the headlights, Rain watched the feral Dewdrop slowly enter the room, eyes glowing with literal fire in them. Slowly and carefully, he made his way towards the bed where Rain lay. This immaculate play Dewdrop had organized and left Rain out of by omitting the game’s nature made Rain burn hot with anticipation. Was he being punished for his recent accolades? Is he going to receive praise now for obeying? A stalking Dew meant a soon-to-be attacking Dew, which Rain thought he was somewhat prepared for. 

Wrong. 

In the blink of an eye - Sathanas when did he get so close? - Dewdrop was on the bed hovering over Rain, a hand on his chest pushing him down on the bed. 

Dewdrop’s face was buried in Rain’s neck now, horns lightly jabbing his chin, his legs straddling him on the hips, one hand still on his chest and pushing him down, claws slowly digging through the skin. 

“Good. Good. You’ve done well for me.” Dew said as he muzzled into Rain’s neck. 

Rain, still feeling very edged by the recent interruption to his orgasm, tried to push his hips towards Dew’s crotch, trying to feel his hard cock under his pants - why was he still wearing pants anyway? But Dew pushed him down even more, tutting his tongue.

“Now now now. I’ve said you’ve done good, not that you have been forgiven. You have to show me first, what you have accomplished. Turn, now.” Dew said as he lifted himself from Rain, now he was sitting by his side, helping Rain prop up and lay him stomach down. “Ass up” he ordered, Rain obeyed, raising to hands and knees, arching his back. Dew placed a hand on the small of his back, once again pushing him down, face first on the pillows. Gathering Rain’s arms from his sides to his back, Dewdrop used one hand to keep them crossed held at the wrists, using another to spread Rain’s cunt without touching anywhere significant.

Reminding Rain of his ruined orgasm, the ache still lingering, he once again found himself trying to push himself to Dew for some more friction. “Please,” he begged to Dewdrop this time. “I was so close” he cried.

Dewdrop brought his mouth close to Rain’s cunt, not making a move yet, as if he could count how many times Rain cummed by looking at it. “How many times? Did you get to five as I asked? Did you learn your lesson?” His tail was slowly wrapping around Rain’s leg, yet never reaching his cunt.

Tickled and flushed hot by Dewdrop’s breath on his cunt, “Six! I was almost at the sixth one!” he yelped, trying to move his ass, get close to his lover's mouth. Finally get that reward he was never promised. 

“Mhm. I think you still haven’t learned your lesson. What did I say Rain? What did I say to you in the morning? When you were still smelling of someone? Not a single care in the world? Now you need a good reminder. You need to remember who you belong to, do you understand me? You are mine. You can have as much fun as you want with others. But at the end of the day, you are mine.” Dew swiftly pulled himself back from Rain, raising him on his knees once again. Undaring to move, even to catch a glimpse, Rain heard the sound of pant buttons being shuffled. 

Finally, he thought. He had been waiting long for this moment, it's all he could really think while he was waiting for Dew to enter anyway and he was more than ready for it.

"Please," he begged once again. "I want you."

"And why should I give in to what you want?" Dewdrop asked. 

"I was good. I did well. I did what you asked." Rain pleaded, edge in his voice clear to the listening ears. 

"Let's see," Dew said putting two fingers into Rain's cunt without a warning. 

A groan left Rain's mouth, leaving Dew satisfied with what he did, and happy to find a soaking cunt, ready for his own pleasure. 

He curled his fingers a little, touching all of Rain's favorite spots, knowing how to work them like magic. He had decades to perfect his moves for his mate, he knew what it took to make him a mess oh so quickly, leave him whimpering, face buried on the pillows, back arched inhumanly, slowly grinding on his fingers for more, just tiny a bit more. 

But he also knew when to stop and remove his fingers, not give in to Rain's need. 

"Ffffuck" came a sound from Rain, muffled by the pillows he was screaming into. 

Dewdrop chuckled. "If you think that's how I intended to teach this lesson, you're wrong." He ran a slow hand on Rain's ass, kneading his cheeks softly. It was always scarier when Dew was being soft. You never knew what to expect. "Here's what we're gonna do," he said, as he propped himself higher and loomed over Rain's back, aligning his crotch with Rain's ass. "I'm going to fuck you little the little whore you are, and you will not cum until I say so," he said, with every word getting closer to Rain's face. "Did you understand?" he asked, followed by a lick to the shell of Rain's ear. 

"Yes," Rain managed to barely get out, shivering with anticipation. 

"Yes, what?" 

"Yes Sir." Rain gulped. 

"Good boy. Now take it." Dewdrop jammed his cock into Rain's cock without a warning once again. 

"Ah!" Rain let out a scream, glad that he had time to prepare for this but still a little shocked by the suddenness of Dew's move. 

Dewdrop lifted himself up once again, grabbing a hold of Rain's ass cheeks, spreading them apart, and grabbing them for more force.

"How dare you go around fucking everyone in the Abbey without me." Dew panted, each word punctuated by a slam of his hips to Rain's ass. 

He was going hard and slow at the same time. Rain knew Dew was capable of more than this, and he needed more but he feared that if he got what he wanted, he would cum again, disobeying his direct orders. But he was still a Ghoul, and he was still edged as fuck, so he began matching Dew's rhythm, moving his hips and tightening around Dew's cock for more pleasure. 

"Look at you. Fucking whore, always wanting more." Dew slapped Rain's ass, pushing him to stay in place. 

"Please. Ah, please Sir" Rain cried, his orgasm building up once again, doing his best to keep it at bay. 

"So needy. So so needy. Is that why you fuck everyone that crosses your sights? Am I not enough for you? You want more all the time?" Dew's voice was almost dripping with venom, venom Rain knew was not inherent but still scary. 

"No Sir. I just want you. Nothing, no one compares to you. Please let me have more of you." 

"What do you want?" Dew asked, slowing down a bit.

"More. More please."

"Use your words." 

"Please. I want you more. Harder. Fuck me harder, faster. Touch me, touch my cunt, make me cum, please Sir please." Rain was desperate, feeling like he would cry if Dew stopped once again, brought to the edge too many times. 

And so Dewdrop did stop and pull out.

"Turn. I want to see your face. I want you to see my face when you cum so you don't forget who you cum for." 

He yanked Rain's arms, this time pushing him on his back. Rain saw the fire, the passion in Dewdrop's eyes. Maybe this wasn't just a game, maybe Dew was actually trying to teach him something. He tried to reach for him, touch him a little, silently tell him that he loves him more than anything in the world, that no one will ever be good enough for him like he is, but Dew didn't let him. He snaked an arm under Rain's waist, lifting him up just a little for easier access, and entering him once again. He was brutal this time, giving all he got. 

He must've been pent up as well, Rain noticed, his breathing was getting hitched, and the arm he was using to prop himself up was shaking a little. Rain tried to reach for him once again, and got defeated once again, as Dewdrop brought his mouth to Rain's neck one more time, this time not just muzzling but licking and sucking, driving Rain crazy as he avoided the very sensitive bite mark he so proudly sported. 

"Ah," Rain let another whimper out of his mouth, this time fully in rhythm with Dew, fucking on his cock like his life depended on it, hoping Dew would bring his mouth to the bite mark, where he was most sensitive. 

As if on cue, Dewdrop let his teeth graze over the scars, sucking on them, biting just a little, licking immediately, driving Rain crazy with the need for more. 

In an act of almost cruelty, Dewdrop freed his arm from under Rain, bringing his hand to Rain's cunt, his thumb made contact with Rain's neglected clit, and his teeth sunk into the sensitive spot on his neck, causing Rain to see hot red, the orgasm coming like a wave hitting the beach after a storm, body trembling, hands grabbing any part of the body they could find. 

After what felt like an eternity of bliss, Rain's senses came down to him, finding Dewdrop lazily pumping in and out, thumb circling his clit still like a ghost, making him ride the aftershocks of his orgasm like electricity running through his body. 

Finding his arms wrapped around Dewdrop's neck, he brought his hands to his lover's hair, gently tangling them there and pulling his head from his neck, bringing his lips to his. 

"Please, tell me I've been good," he whispered, their lips barely touching. 

"You have been so so good, my perfect boy. Now it's my turn, so you never forget again."

He slammed his mouth on his lovers, teeth grazing over lips, biting here and there, his hips moving rough and hard, fucking Rain like there is no tomorrow. 

Rain lost in the euphoria, did not even notice the orgasm sneak up on him, "Ah, ah ah ah" he groaned into Dew's mouth, clenching around his cock to get more friction, finally bringing his lover to his orgasm as well, when Dew once again tried to circle his clit with the spade of his tail.

A silent shift, muscles tensing ever so slightly, a hitching breath here and a shuddering lip there, and Dew knew it was too much. He knew his love well enough to understand where the pleasure ended and pain began.

He removed his hand immediately and stopped moving his hips. 

"What? Why did you stop? Please, please don't stop" Rain pleaded, now distraught that he couldn't finish what they had started. 

"It hurts, doesn't it? I won't go anymore." Dew said calmly, attempting to remove his cock from Rain. 

"No!" yelped Rain, using his legs around Dew's waist to keep everything as they are. "No, please, please I can take it. I'll be good, I'll be good for you, I can take it please." he was begging, not wanting to disappoint Dew.

"Hey, no, shh, no. You are good, you are perfect. You're perfect for me. You will always be perfect. You don't have to do anything." Dew said, cupping Rain's face in his hands, trying to remove the scowl from the ghoul's forehead.

"Please Dew, finish what you started, I'm begging you." 

"Are you sure?" Dew asked, worried. 

"Yes, yes, please. I'm good. I want you to cum, I want to make you cum." 

Unsure, Dew started moving his hips slowly. In all honesty, he was also in much need of a release. After having listened to Rain masturbate alone all night, and then not fucking him properly since they started, he was also on the edge, ready to cum almost in an instant.

Seeing that Rain was not in pain, Dewdrop started moving faster, a little harder. "Good boy, my good boy. Mine. Perfect, so fucking perfect" he was mumbling almost nonsense as he was nearing his own release, hands still cradling the other ghoul's face, eyes locked, alert for any signs of pain. 

Rain rocked his hips and clenched his cunt, not worried about his own release but attempting to help Dew reach his own. Noticing that Dew was getting there, he pulled him for another kiss, sucking on his lip, letting him bite him just like he loved. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Dew chanted, "So. fucking. perfect" he punctuated with each hip thrust.

With one final thrust, Dew cummed in Rain, making Rain feel the hot spurts of cum in him, Dew pushing down his abdomen just a little to go a bit deeper, to fill him even more. 

A smile crept up on Rain’s face, satisfied that he could bring his lover pleasure, able to take it all and some more, Dewdrop still slowly pumping in and out, enjoying the heightened sensitivity he gets after cumming. He was still caressing Rain’s face, mumbling something under his breath. 

Blissed out, Rain let himself melt into a puddle on the bed, not wanting Dew to move away at all but not having the words or the energy to make an attempt to keep him there. He felt Dewdrop slowly pull out, lift himself up and leave the bed. Confused, Rain started to move up only to be stopped by a warm hand gently pressing him down.

“Shhh,” Dew whispered as he guided Rain back down on the bed. “I’ll just get some water for you.” 

Rain hadn’t noticed how thirsty he was feeling. Wasn’t a big surprise considering he was fucking a fire ghoul and the room felt like it was above 100 degrees - but having Dew anticipate his need before him, that made him feel even warmer, on a different level. 

After drinking the entire glass of water, Rain reached for Dew, finally wanting to sleep in his arms. “C’mere please,” he murmured. 

“I’m here,” Dew said gently as he laid back on the bed, pulling Rain closer. “Are you okay my love?” he asked. It wasn’t often he was this sweet, only behind closed doors, only to his most intimate partner, his mate. 

A low nodding sound was the only noise Rain could muster up, given how tired and spent he felt. 

“You know it was a game right? You know that? You are mine but you can do whatever you want.” Dew let out in one hasty breath, fearing that he was too hard on Rain, too much.

Rain, now worried that he was giving the wrong signals, rose in the bed once again, bringing himself on his stomach once again, this time to face the ghoul laying next to him. “I’m yours, I’m fully yours” Rain reaffirmed, moving closer to his ghoul, desperate for some touch, a kiss. 

“Mine,” Dew managed to get out before his lips were captured by his lovers. 

Content, both ghouls managed to wash away any worry that may have lingered in the back of their minds and fall asleep limbs entangled, sheets messy, hearts light. 

feel free to send requests if you like what you see, i definitely have more coming soon, also any feedback/criticism is appreciated

#ray writes #my work #mine #i cant remember whats my tag shhh #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #nameless ghouls #ghost bc fic #fire ghoul #water ghoul #sodo ghoul #raindrop #raindrop supremacy #the band ghost #the band ghost fic

[pettydollie]

IMAGINE U AND CHRIS BABYSITTING UR LITTLE SISTER AND U CANT GET HER TO GO TO BED AND HE PUTS HER TO SLEEP AND LAYS W HER :(

BRO WHOEBER TJIS IS, UR SENDINF GREAT LIL PROMPTS DONT STOP

bingo - c.s x reader

you sigh, putting down the book your sister specifically picked out for bed. you know she wants your boyfriend chris, but she won’t admit it. you adjust her pillow before muttering “i’ll be right back”

you leave the room and into the kitchen, where chris is grabbing a pepsi from the fridge that you always have stocked just for him. “hi cutie” you kiss his cheek. he takes a sip of his can before wrapping an arm lazily around your shoulders

“can you help put s/n to bed? she won’t fall asleep and it’s aggravating me.” you chuckle, feeling tired. he notices this, of course, how could he not? he nods immediately. you two step into her room, chris putting his pepsi down.

“hey, bingo.” he greets the girl with a nickname from the show Bluey. he’s called her that ever since he heard her adorable laugh (it also reminds him of how his heart bursts everytime he sees you, which he thinks is corny asf)

she smiles, holding up the bingo plush that was previously wrapped around her arms tight in her chest. he sits down on the bed next to her. he sees the book that you were reading before, picking it up.

your sister’s eyes brighten. she adores when he reads to her, although she likes it more when he comes up with stories on his own. before he begins reading, he turns around where you’re standing with a small smile present on your face, watching the two interact.

he lightly grind at your smile and mouths “go lay down”. he nods his head towards the door. you give him a look that says ‘you sure?’ and he puckers his lips out for a kiss. you grin, pecking him and your sister on her head before leaving the room.

you wake up on the couch, having no idea what time it is. you don’t bother to check as you get up, remembering chris was with your sister last. you rub your eyes as you slightly peek through the door. your heart melts at the sight.

you open the door wider, stepping through fully into the room. chris is laying next to s/n as she’s cuddled into his warm side. damn, you wish you had your phone to take a picture.

you’re a little frightened when s/n’s eyes widely open. you giggle, covering your mouth with your hand to muffle the noise. you sit on the edge of the bed carefully, trying not to wake chris who was snoring lightly.

“what are you doing up?” you whisper ”what are you doing up?”

you shrug at her question, silently answering. you gently rub chris’ arm as you sit and take in the simple yet sweet moment. “y/n.” she whispers out to you. you look at her, waiting for her to go on.

“i like the voices he does when he reads.”

you smile. "they are pretty funny arent they?" she nods, slowly beginning to laugh, remembering the way he spoke as he read. you put your finger on your mouth. "shhh, dont wake him". she rolls her eyes. "you first."

a/n: CRAPPY ENDING IK IM SORRYYY i’ll make it better tmr bc i’m on my phone rn and i hate hate hate writing on my phone a/n2: the end is still weird but better so ya

tags: @stargirlsturniololover @latinasforchrizz @leah-loves-lilies

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo fluff #𝓬𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸

[painsandconfusion]

Something True

With You: Part Four

(tw: domestic assault/violence, sadistic yandere kidnapper, obsession, burning/branding, punishment, recapture, restraints, lots of screaming, emotional and mental manipulation, stockholm syndrome, conditioning, male whumper, nonbinary whumpee, hurt/bad comfort, dubcon kiss, dubcon touch (nonsexual), reconditioning, lmk if I miss anything! I cant tag half of this anymore...)

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It had been so long since Ida screamed. They shocked themself with the force of it. It rang against their eardrums, pulsating and vibrating, pressing in on their mind from all sides like a belt constricting around their skull, refusing to let go. The air ripped through their vocal chords, whistling out in a shrill squeal that broke into a horse, breathless gasp.

They remembered what it was like to scream. It had been four years, but oh how they remembered. The familiar burn on their throat was a welcome friend - it pulled their mind away from Oren’s fingers pressing the scalding metal to their skin over and over again. They had moments of reprieve when he re-heated it between strokes. The moments were far too long - just long enough for Ida’s mind to catch up to the pain, but not nearly long enough for them to catch their breath.

It wasn’t long before they were hyperventilating. It could have been minutes or hours, they’d never know. All they knew was fire. The searing, bitter smell of burning hair and flesh.

The burns weren’t nearly bad enough for their mind to be slipping like this. They knew that.

But it had been so long since they’d screamed.

They’d forgotten. Forgotten the sounds. The smells. The pain. The fog.

They didn’t remember how they’d done it before. Four years begets forgetting - especially when the memories were so tempting a topic for forgetting. So they'd locked it away. Found that shrivel of strength they still had and shoved it in a back corner of their mind, bound and gagged, buried in a bolted closet. Forgotten.

They wished they could remember that Ida now. They wished they could be the Ida who would take this pain without a tear in their eye. Hardly flinching. Mind flown off to soft green fields of wildflowers and a gentle breeze.

They tried.

Oh, how they tried.

They screwed their eyes shut and tried to force the scene to appear. To imagine the grass sliding and slicing between their fingertips. They tried to feel the sun-warmed stones under their bare toes and the wind pulling at their hair as they squinted toward the sky.

But their screams pulled them back every single time.

They didn’t know how to stop screaming. It had been so long.

Far too long.

The sounds died out. Tears dripped down the back of their throat as they thrashed under Oren’s weight.

“Shhh…calm down, little dove.”

Ida jerked their head to the side as Oren’s fingertips brushed their cheek. But it wasn’t hot. It didn’t burn. Every inch of their skin felt like fire itself - still burning even when only the cool, damp air touched it. Ida sobbed, choking on the tears. Their stomach lurched at the sensation dripping down their throat.

“Listen to me,” Oren said softly, turning their face with his other hand. “There you go. Listen to my voice. You’re okay. I’ve got you. You’re doing great.”

Ida refused to open their eyes. They trembled against his fingertips.

“Come on, I know you can do better than that. I’ve seen it.” Oren patted their cheek lightly. “Go on, you know the drill.” His hands pulled away.

Ida flinched as they heard the lighter click on again.

“O-o-o-or-ren, pl-ease.”

“Shh…” Oren hummed, tracing out the next spot on their side. Ida’s skin crawled under his fingertips. Their flesh was so sensitive - covered in goosebumps. They barely had a moment to consider why burns were giving them goosebumps before-

“Go on. Tell me something true.”

Ida panted. They squirmed against the ropes, twisting and tugging. They were soft, but they bruised deep into Ida’s wrists anyway.

Another scream exploded from their throat as the wire fell to their skin again. It was cold and hot all at the same time. Then empty, tingling fire engulfed the whole area. They were only vaguely aware of Oren dragging it down in long, smooth line.

Ida choked on the scream again, gagging. Tears ran through their hair and over their ears as they thrashed. Not that it did them any good.

“Focus, love.” The lighter clicked on again. “Something true.”

Something true.

Ida coughed, desperately trying to force their breaths to slow. Or at least to run deeper. Their exhales came out in strained, mewling whines.

“Ida.”

Ida bit their tongue, pulling in sharp breaths. Their mind was spinning, dizzy and sparking from the pain. Still, they tried. They forced it to slow. They saw the field. They weren’t standing in it, but they could see it. See the grass. The sky. It calmed them - even just a little.

Focus. Something true.

Ida swallowed awkwardly, a sob breaking through anyway. They pulled in a shaky breath. “M-m-my name-s I-Ida.”

They could almost hear Oren’s smile.

For some reason, that flooded them with relief. No - More than that. Pride. Comfort.

“There you go, dove. I knew you could do it.”

Another scream tore through the room as the fire carved into their neck this time. Ida pushed and squirmed, but Oren’s free hand pressed down on their skull, pinning it hard against the concrete until all they could do was pant, tracing the burn in their mind.

No.

No, they should go to the field.

They squeezed their eyes shut harder, letting bursts of color cloud the darkness. They let them morph and dance, following what semblances of patterns they could find. They had barely started to form them into a skyline before Oren’s voice brought them back again.

“Another. Something true.”

Ida squealed as the searing metal pulled away from them again. The pressure pulled off their skull.

The lighter flicked on.

“Come on. Another. Tell me something true.”

Ida bit their lip, forcing the breaths down. They focused on the rope under their thumb. They brushed across it to a quick, steady rhythm. The twist tugged them back and forth as they rubbed. They tried to think only of that. Only of the rope and the raw, burning pain in their throat. It had been so long since they’d screamed.

“Ida,” Oren snapped.

Ida’s eyes snapped open, finding his. They panted, staring up at him.

“Something true.”

Ida’s eyes pressed closed again. He was waiting for them this time.

Ida forced the words forward. “I - it…it h-urts.”

Oren sighed. “True enough, I guess.”

They screamed again. It seared their ribs this time.

Exhaustion was beginning to sweep over them. Panic and sleep tangled into one, dropping them into this nightmare with no way back home. No way back to Robin. No way to the field that kept them sane. Or insane. Ida didn’t even know anymore. All they knew was the fire that ate along the inside of their skin, crawling between their bones and snapping their tendons against hot, sensitive flesh. They didn’t know what to do. They didn’t know where to go. They didn’t know how to handle it. How to exist. What to say. How to stop screaming.

The lighter clicked again.

“Tell me you’re sorry.”

Their scream was hoarse. It burned up their throat, but didn’t ring. It didn’t press against their skull or echo on the walls. It died in their throat, wheezing out far weaker than before.

Had they used to scream better? Longer?

Did practice make a difference? It was a muscle after all, and it had been so long since they’d screamed. Maybe they were getting bad at it. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe not.

Ida realized they were pressing their cheek against Oren’s hand. How long had it been there? Everything was a blur.

His thumb carefully swiped along their cheekbone, smearing hot, wet tears to the side. “Ida, I need you to focus. Can you do that for me?”

Ida nodded against his hand, trying to turn further into the warm, soft center of his palm.

“Good,” he cooed. He brushed his tear stained thumb over their lips. “Tell me you’re sorry.”

Ida’s lips trembled under his thumb. The salty tears burned against a slice in their lip. How had that gotten there?

Their skin crawled with the tight, burning stripes that lined their torso. Their mind scrambled to focus. To force their eyes open. Look at Oren. Say the words.

Something true.

“I-” They started it, but the words died in their chest. It came out a wet, shaking rasp. “I’m ssssorry.”

“Mmm, good.” Ida whined as he pulled his hand away.

The lighter clicked again.

“And what are you sorry for?”

Ida bit their lip. Their teeth sank into the burning line. Salt and copper anced across their tongue. Ida pinned their eyes shut yet again, trying not to look at the way the tip of the wire began to glow over the hissing flame.

Focus. What. What are you sorry for?

Something true.

Ida knew the answer. It wasn’t hard. They panted out the answer in short, shaking bursts. “Ff-f-or running.. Leav-ing. L-lyin-g.”

“Mhm…”

They screamed again.

It was almost a whisper.

Is it really a scream if it’s so pathetically silent? What makes a scream a scream?

Ida didn’t know. They never knew. Their mind was too fogged with spinning, freezing agony that they couldn’t grip onto another thought. Not without Oren. Without his voice and his questions and his guidance. Without that voice - without his hands tracing their skin - they were lost.

“Tell me one more. Something true.” The lighter clicked on.

Ida panted, mind racing. Scrambling for a truth.

He gave them one.

“Tell me you love me.”

Ida sobbed, twisting against the ropes again.

“I…I-”

Something true.

Their world went white as the fire touched them again. It consumed them, wrapping them in sparkes and pulling tight until the air flooded from their chest in a desperate, choking wheeze.

“Focus.” The voice barely reached them as they plummeted further into the spiraling void. They were falling. Dropping down down down…

“Ida say it.”

They couldn’t see Oren anymore. They only knew the fire. It licked up the inside of their throat, branding them with the screams. It had been so so so long since they’d screamed.

“Ida tell me you love me…”

Had they ever not burned? Had this always been their world? Just darkness washed in chaos and familiar, steady agony.

“...and it will stop”

Stop?

It could stop?

“Focus. Say it.”

The fire was wrapping further down. Away from their ribs. Still burning, but the curtains over their eyes began to lift ever so slightly.

Ida managed to suck in a wet, rasping breath.

Say it.

“I - l-l..ov - yo..u,” they barely choked out the words.

…Everything stopped.

Warm, soft hands pressed against their cheeks, caressing them gently. Ida barely registered Oren’s lips pressing against their own.

“I love you too,” he murmured against them.

He kissed them again.

Ida’s brain caught up. They pushed back, trembling, but desperate to not let him pull away. His lips were so soft. So kind and forgiving. This is what they wanted. To be safe. Loved. Held. He kissed them, and they let it wash the world away. They let him become everything. The air. The ground. The heart beating in their chest. They wanted to inhale him - to live in this one moment of peace, silence, and warmth.

Their body screamed on, still burning against the air. Their shoulders and hips bruised against the concrete, and their wrists were raw from twisting.

But all they wanted to feel was him. His lips. His hands. His everything.

Oren grounded them. He made them feel safe. He could keep them from the flames. They couldn’t imagine a moment away from his touch.

Oren pulled back, breaking the kiss. Ida whined at the loss of contact. He smiled down at them, brushing a lock of hair out of the way. It smeared across their temple, wet with tears.

“I’ll tell you something else that’s true.”

He pressed a kiss to their forehead. “You are so wonderful.”

His lips moved to their right cheek. “And so beautiful.”

Another kiss to their left. “You are so kind and clever.”

He kissed the tip of their nose. “And you make my life worth living.”

His smile met their lips again.

“Of course I forgive you.”

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(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @heathenwhump @jadeocean46910 @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @kesskirata @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams @wormwriting @batfacedliar-yetagain @paranoiaxagent @circus-of-pain @soopytime - yup still doesnt work. pm me or something lol)

#ida and oren #with you

[ot7always]

No Rest for the Wicked

Word Count: 2.4k

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Smut (pwp)

Warnings: dom!Hoseok, dom!Yoongi, sub!Reader, threesome, fingering, hair pulling, unprotected sex, cumplay if you squint, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, praise, creampie

Rating: 18+

Summary: Didn’t anyone ever teach you that “prove it” was definitely not a thing to say if you weren’t expecting to get absolutely railed?

A/N: This fic is a part of my 1k Milestone Requests.

This is my second time posting because the first time didn’t tag;;;; but anyway this is the best birthday present I can give to my bby @dee-ehn​. I remembered your request and thought “well why not two biases instead of one?”

I hope you enjoy Danica, happy birthday!!!!!!

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Well – there was certainly no rest for the wicked.

Despite your heaving chest, sore limbs, and helpless whine, deft fingers shoved the leaking cum back into your sopping cunt. Your sensitive walls clamped down on them, shivers wracking your body, jerking as they curved against your g-spot.

Your head lolled inelegantly against the chest you were clinging to desperately, the hard planes of his body plastered to the front of your own. It was all you could do to whimper lowly, fingers wrapping around the arms holding you down atop him, unable to escape the pleasure raining down on you.

Despite having taken cock not minutes ago, the addition of a third finger had you feeling heady, groaning at the stretch. That hand didn’t give you the slightest of moments to collect yourself, pressing deep and scissoring within you.

“Shhh,” a voice urged right against your ear when you let out a particularly loud cry. It would have been soothing if not for the smirk you could hear in his tone. If you had the mental capacity and didn’t feel like the human version of a noodle at that moment, you’d have punched him right in his stupid mouth.

But all you could do was squirm fruitlessly in his arms, your body unsure whether it wanted to pull away or rock against the fingers inside you.

When that hand maneuvered itself so that a thumb rubbed against your clit, you could hardly bite down on the squeal that wrenched itself from your throat.

“Ah, can’t,” you slurred, panting as you moved your face to tuck into the neck in front of you. Another groan left you as those fingers curved within you again. God, everything felt like too much and not enough all at the same time. It felt like you were riding a wave of pleasure entirely out of your own control. And as much as that pleasure was laced with pain as the thumb moved against your swollen, oversensitive clit, you couldn’t help wanting more.

A dark chuckle sounded out from behind you. “Aw, look at you. You talk so big for someone who falls apart so easily.”

You felt a hand grasp firmly into the root of your hair before your head was yanked backward, your face on full display to the man before you. When you forced your eyes to flutter open, you almost wished you’d kept them shut.

The look in Hoseok’s eyes was positively devious, his trademark happy smile replaced only by a slight upturn of his lips. When you fixed your blurry vision to meet his gaze, he grinned, though there was hardly any humour in it.

“Oh, princess,” he crooned. “You look so wrecked already and we aren’t even done with you.”

Before you could even process his words, the unrelenting brush of fingertips against that spot inside you had you keening, gaze immediately dropping as your eyes clamped shut.

“Yoongi...” you moaned breathlessly, and your head would have fallen right back into Hoseok’s chest if not for the other man’s hand gripping your hair.

“Hm, what was that?” the voice behind you drawled. “Speak up, I can’t hear you.”

“Yoongi, please,” you responded, hoping it would urge him to do something.

“Hm, kitten, I don’t know what you’re asking for,” he cooed before thrusting into you harshly. You tried not to gasp at the sensation.

God, how did you end up in this situation? One moment you were jokingly mocking the two of them for their boring sexual tastes (where did that conversation come from, anyway?), and the next you were in bed with both of them, Yoongi’s lips at your neck while Hoseok thrusted up into you relentlessly.

“Hah, I bet you just missionary and piston like a machine ‘til you cum, don’t you?”

You were only joking to rile them up, but they didn’t seem to take the insult very well. Before you knew what was happening, and maybe with a very unintelligent “prove it, then,” Hoseok already vowed they would “fuck you stupid.”

And you could definitely concur that they succeeded – and as was said to you not moments ago, they weren’t even done with you yet.

You must have been silently gaping a moment too long, because a hand stroked lightly at your face, tipping your chin back up to look into Hoseok’s face.

“Use your words, princess. What do you want?” he hummed. The sight of him looking so sinful when he usually looked so bright and cheerful only further blanked your mind, want flaring in your chest.

“I-” you said dumbly, already forgetting the question as Yoongi’s grip in your hair tightened, fingers speeding up.

“Cute,” Yoongi quipped, sounding as though he was thoroughly enjoying your state.

“’m gonna cum,” you gasped, fixing pleading eyes onto Hoseok’s in front of you. You didn’t even know if that was a proper response, only that Yoongi’s constant ministrations were bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Good,” Hoseok grinned, arms pulling you impossibly closer to his body, his strength rendering movement more and more impossible. “Cum then.”

His words paired with the crook of Yoongi’s fingers had you falling into bliss, pleasure wracking your body enough that your vision went hazy. With Hoseok’s arms holding you down and Yoongi’s hand in your hair, there was nowhere for you to go, nothing for you to do except take what was given to you.

Your face scrunched up in pleasure was on full display, whimpers falling uncensored from your lips. The sight had Hoseok hissing beneath you.

But when you came down from your high and his motions didn’t cease, your expression became pained, the pressure against your clit feeling suddenly much too sharp.

Sensing that after two orgasms the sensation was more unpleasant than anything else, the thumb on your clit moved, but the fingers continued to thrust into you slowly. The feeling remained overwhelming, the feel of every drag of his knuckles against your walls amplified tenfold. It left you speechless, but gave you enough capacity to catch your breath as he wound you down.

The hand on your head released you gently, the arms around you loosening to let you cuddle into Hoseok with a low whine. One of his hands moved to rub soothingly along the bare skin of your back, though it did nothing to quell the goosebumps dotting your flesh at Yoongi’s continued, slow motions.

Hoseok’s rested his head atop yours with care, noticeably much gentler than he was before. “Princess,” he said lowly.

“Mm,” you replied weakly, limp in his arms, unsure whether you were more overtaken by fatigue or the pleasure Yoongi was slowly, tenderly wringing out of you.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked upon hearing you, no trace of teasing in his voice.

You shook your head immediately. Everything was so overwhelming, but it was so good. You wanted more. You were selfish – you hadn’t felt Yoongi’s cock yet, and you wanted him so badly. Part of you wished you had some sort of nobler cause – that Yoongi hadn’t come yet, that you wanted to pleasure him too. But in truth, you just wanted to be spoiled by them, wanted to be fucked until your mind blanked of everything except their skin on yours.

“Words,” Yoongi said brusquely, though not unkindly. When you didn’t respond right away, his motions paused. “Y/N?”

“I want it,” you mumbled, sound muffled into Hoseok’s chest, though they seemed to understand you perfectly well.

You let out a sudden breath as Yoongi’s fingers slipped from you, smearing the mess of your arousal and Hoseok’s cum along his own length. He hissed through his teeth at the sensation after going untouched so long, pleasure traveling up his spine.

“What do you want, kitten?” Yoongi asked, smirking at the indignant whine you let out at the question.

You could hardly wrap your tongue around words and he knew it, took pleasure in your desperation and helplessness. Fuck you stupid, indeed.

“Princess wants cock, hm?” came Hoseok’s voice, and you didn’t know if the teasing lilt in his tone made you want to complain or simply be grateful that he was making this easier on you.

Just as you were about to open your mouth, a warm presence behind you, along with the head of a cock rubbing against your entrance had you canting your hips and whimpering.

“Does little kitten want to play?” Yoongi cooed, pressing forward ever-so-slightly, your walls beginning to part for him before he pulled away again.

A sob wrenched itself from your throat. “Please,” you begged, sticking your ass out as though to entice him, and it seemed to work fairly well.

“Say it again,” he replied, groaning as he rubbed his cock through your folds again. At this point, you couldn’t tell if he was teasing you or himself.

Your fingers dug into the sheets near you, a hand braced against Hoseok’s shoulder despite being boneless against him. “Please, Yoongi-”

There was no time to think before his cock was shoved into you to the hilt, with no regard for how sensitive you’d become.

In your surprise, you couldn't suppress the near-scream at being filled so suddenly, cunt clamping down on his length. You felt stretched so wide despite his fingers having been inside you already, body shuddering in overwhelm.

Yoongi paused immediately at the almost distressed sound, but moaned lowly when you whimpered, grinding back on his length.

At that, he started thrusting slowly, hissing at the constant fluttering of your walls around him.

The movement had you feeling out of your head, the slightest movements sending pleasure ripping through you. Your mouth fell open, uninhibited sounds coming from your lips. Another time you might have been embarrassed at the drool falling onto Hoseok’s bare chest, but you had no capacity for anything besides bliss.

“Feel good, princess?” Hoseok murmured hotly by your ear.

You didn’t even process what he said to you, moreso moaning just from the sound of his voice. Your sounds were only increasing in volume as Yoongi’s pace quickened.

“Look at me. I want to see your face.”

Hoseok didn’t give you any opportunity to do so yourself before he was pulling you up by the chin. You didn’t try to look at him properly, face slack as every thrust only pumped more and more euphoria through your veins until you felt like you were going to burst.

“Fuck” he cursed lowly at the sight of you, thumb moving to wipe at your mouth. “You look so fucking ruined.” The words sounded so sinful coming from his lips, spoken between you as though it were a secret.

“Gonna cum for me again, aren’t you?” Yoongi growled, taking note of the way you only got louder, cunt not relenting in its grip on him.

You nodded furiously, entire body feeling hot as that string holding you teetering over the edge was about to snap.

“Mm, that’s what I thought. Kitten’s so weak for cock, isn’t she?”

It was another one, two, particularly harsh thrusts at just the right angle that sent you careening off that edge, something between a sob and a loud whine leaving you. Every nerve felt like it was on fire, but Yoongi didn’t dare stop there.

No, he fucked you through your orgasm as if his life depended on it, only encouraged by your loud gasps as he only brought you higher and higher.

But it wasn’t long before discomfort wound its way through the pleasure, and despite that, you didn’t want it to end.

At the same time, though, you swore you’d never felt pleasure like this, and you didn’t know how to handle it – couldn't handle it.

“Doing so well for us, princess,” Hoseok praised softly, capturing your lips with his own.

It was more accurate to say that he was kissing you, and you were just along for the ride as ecstasy battered you on all sides. Everything left you breathless, and you had to quickly break the kiss just to gasp for air.

“So good,” Yoongi’s voice choked out behind you, sounding about half as wrecked as you felt. “Gonna... gonna cum. Can you take it?”

“Please,” you whimpered, strength completely gone from your limbs, but wanting so badly to please him.

You nearly cried when he sped up again, but it only took seconds before he was spilling into you with a groan, warmth filling you for the second time that night. You shuddered at the sensation, unable to stop yourself from squeezing around him one last time.

You both moaned when he pulled himself from you, the last of your strength leaving with him. You were utterly limp in Hoseok’s arms, exhaustion taking hold of you and dragging you into its depths.

When Yoongi collapsed beside you on the bed, he tugged you into his arms immediately, and you went without a fight.

The silent, warm caresses along your back were more than enough to bring you dangerously close to passing out, humming contentedly.

You were so out of it that you hadn’t noticed Hoseok’s absence until he returned with a washcloth between your legs. You hardly reacted to the touch aside from the initial jolt of surprise.

Once he’d gently cleaned you up, he returned to lay beside you, leaving you to indulgently cuddle into Yoongi after not having felt much of him. Yoongi seemed content to have that moment with you, whispering affirmations that you’d done well, that he was proud of you.

You were happy to lay in Yoongi’s embrace, basking in his warm touches, but before sleep captured you, Hoseok’s voice broke through your stupor.

“So,” he said, already back to his loud, cheerful self. You groaned in annoyance, unprepared to handle his volume after having Yoongi’s low, quiet, raspy voice in your ear only minutes ago.

“Hm?” you grumbled. You weren’t quite ready to return to reality yet, but Hoseok’s voice dragged you from the blissful, unthinking state you were in.

“Was it exciting enough for you?” He didn’t even try to stifle his laugh after posing his question, and you heaved a sigh, turning away from Hoseok as much as possible, shoving your face into the crook of Yoongi’s neck. If Yoongi was smirking at you, you didn’t want to see that either.

“I hate you both.”

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[thequeenb]

Who Knew A Car Accident Would Bring Us Closer?

I know that i disappeared but guess who is back😏

My routine is very simple. I get up early, i take a shower, i brush my teeth, i put on a glamorous outfit and i drive in the heart of the city to buy a ridiculously overpriced coffee.

Today i was in a good mood. The gala was near and things with Zoey seems to get better. What always ruin it is Poppy and her attitude whenever she sees me. I roll my eyes turning the radio on and oh my god this my song!

I sing along as my body moves to the rhythm, i am a good driver dont get me wrong but when my favourite song plays i can be clumsy. Driving in the city is an annoying habit i had to get used to. When i was driving back in Farmsville things were less complicated and ugh don't get me started with the bad driving skills some people have

I am near the parking lot of the University when my favourite part comes up and i close my eyes for a brief second to feel the music as i sing along the last verse. But then the music stops, and when i open my eyes i see another car coming with full speed towards me. My instincts kick in as i try to avoid it but soon all i can feel is glass spraying around.

I don't dare to open my eyes as i am shocked and overwhelmed. I try to move but the airbag is suffocating me. Think Bea, think. My free arm tried to reach out for my phone as i hear voices around my car. If only i was more focused on the road, damnit!

My anxiety takes over as i try to breathe and only then a man is on the side of my door screaming

"Hey! Are you okay in there? The paramedics are on their way, please hold on"

His voice fades away and my stomach turns. I didn't even notice the pool of blood around my chest, what the fuck is happening. Zoey, i need to call Zoey right now, but before i try to find my phone a familiar sweet voice calls out to me

"Bea are you okay? Please respond to me" despite the current situation i have a faint smile, how adorable she is worried about me.

"Zoey.." thats all i manage to say in hope she heard me

Everything feels heavier as minutes pass by and all i can feel is the blood running down my body. Its a weird sensation really, but i wish none of you ever get to see what it feels like. Everything is sticky and wet but all i can do is try to keep my eyes open.

I wonder who had the audacity to hit my car but then i feel guilty remembering that i am the one to blame mostly. Soon enough i can hear sirens and i am finally relieved.

After several tries the paramedics got me out of the car and the bright light of the sun is blinding. I know i shouldn't complain but what if this is my last moment? Ugh i am sure Poppy is laughing right now with her friends, i can even imagine the conversation

"Did you hear what happened to Hughes? That silly farm girl got into a car accident"

Ugh what am i even thinking. I feel a soft material underneath me and i hardly get a glance around me. I can see Professor Kingsley looking at me with her worrying eyes, then there is Zoey next to me fighting with a woman to let her come with me in the ambulance and is that? No my mind is playing tricks i lost a lot of blood. But no its really her. I see Poppy approaching the man that probably hit my car and she is yelling? Very funny brain, don't mess with me right now. She is happy not sad i am sure

Before i can think more the doors of the ambulance closed but i feel a warmth in my hand

"I am here Bea, please hold on" Of course its Zoey and she is holding my hand tight, i cant imagine how scared she is but i am glad she is here with me. I feel so tired i need to rest my eyes, no no! I have seen to many movies about people dying this way i need to stay awake.

I can feel my heart beat in every sore part of my body, the blood is now dry and uncomfortable, my breath is getting slower and slower. The bright lights above me are painful and the voices around me start to fade. Don't tell me this is the end. I didn't win the crown yet to rub it in Poppy's face, i didn't see her shock after i am pronounced the Queen of Belvoire but wait. Why the hell am i thinking of her that much?

My eyes cant stay open anymore despite my numerous tries, i can hear Zoey encouraging me with the nurses but i give up into my desire to rest. I squeeze her hand one last time before i pass out.

____

How many of you watch Grey's anatomy? Don't lie i am sure some of you have, especially with Sandra Oh that good looking woman god, but thats not the point, don't lie to me. Well despite your answers this is what it feels like. I can hear the machines around me as well as my heart beating steadily

How did things get this sad so fast? It was supposed to be a normal day for me but i guess i had to ruin it. I wonder who's here with me and oh my god i am about to have a heart attack. Next to me is standing who? No guess..i will give you a hint, blonde hair..rich girl..who am i kidding, its the one and only Poppy Min-Sinclair

I blink a couple of times and she notices. Don't tell me she was here the whole time, maybe she came to make fun of me, is Veronica here? Does she film my failure? Oh. We are alone great.

"You are awake" she says as she is slowly approaching

Its hard to speak but i try to do some effort "I guess you are disappointed" i say smiling but she doesn't, she actually looks concerned

"I knew you were bad at almost everything but being a bad driver is so embarrassing Hughes" she roll her eyes, sitting in a chair next to my bed

Oh hell no who says that? Is that what comforting means to her?

"If you are here to make fun of me do me a favour and close the door behind when you leave" i don't look at her, instead i turn around, i am to tired for this conversation

"I was the one who saw the accident" she says and to my surprise she sits up to study me closer

"When i saw your cheap- ah..when i saw your car i was the one who called the paramedics you know"

I turn around to look at her and i can see her eyes sparkling under the bright lights "I mean i didn't have a choice right? I could not help at all but.."

My eyes start to tear up, every word feel more genuine than the other but why? Aren't we enemies? Doesn't she hate me? My thoughts are flooded with painful memories, how embarrassed she made me feel and then it clicks

"But you like me" i say almost breathless. She is shocked and that's how i know i am right, this can't be happening.

I didn't realize that i was crying until Poppy laid her head over my chest carefully. I can hear her sobs, everything that she had been feeling all day come out now and all i can do is cry with her, holding her tight.

"I can't believe i almost lost you" she says as her tears take over again

"Shhh, i am here..i promise" its all i can say. Today was definitely a weird day but in the end it brought us together

After we both calm down she doesn't move, instead i stoke her hair even though i feel weak and i can feel her smiling "the man that hit you is getting sued"

A low laugh escape my lips as she stands up gazing at me "but if you tell anyone about this you will be next" but its her teasing because her eyes say otherwise

I want to thank her, i want to forgive her for all the bullshit she put me through but words aren't enough to describe how i feel. Instead i yank her by her shirt and i kiss her softly. I can feel her body relax against mine but she is careful not to hurt me. I can feel her calm down as she takes a deep breath.

Pulling back she has this grin, its my favourite "Well, your kissing skills aren't as bad as your driving ones"

We both laugh as she takes a sit next to me, we are both talking about various topics and the more we discuss the more we realize we have a lot of things in common. Poppy and i are alike, but unlike her i show my good, kind side. I am greatful she is here because now i know who she truly is.

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[nozomijoestar]

I used to have this story exclusively on my Ao3 but since I deleted that last December its taken me months to feel any rhythm of comfort uploading writing online again be it original or not; so I’m finally planning to reupload stuff I saved that isn’t already tagged here

Originally written under ‘Start and Start Again’ for She-Ra Fluff Bang 2020 and my first standalone novella length thing at 10k

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The journey of Catra’s ever changing life begins with one step forward

It started as a bump on her stomach. A mild thing no bigger than her fist. Yet it stuck out the way the crown piece of a treasure hoard shines. Catra stumbled backwards; gripped the sink to keep her balance. She stared deeper into the full length mirror. The bump remained, had it gotten taller in this light? It was smooth to the touch or rather as smooth as fur could be. The softness of her was something to take great pride in. Anyone who assumed her messy were proven dead wrong. Now wasn't the time for petty thinking however.  

Catra sank to the floor still clutching her stomach. She felt it join as part of her, this new thing, and if she strained her ears she just knew it had a heartbeat. A child. Adora's- no their child. She has to swallow to not shout 'Holy Shit!!!' at the top of her lungs. Instead it makes her bite her lip until blood trickles. Catra winces then recovers; she stands and runs water to splash on her face. The woman staring back in the vanity mirror is smiling under the wet bangs sticking to her forehead; smiling like an idiot now disheveled. She pivots and bolts out the bathroom yelling.

"Hey Adora! Adora come over here!"

"Catra? What's going on this early?"

She dashed around the sofa through the living room to find Adora rubbing her eyes and slinking out of bed. She heard her mumble already about waking ahead of schedule; it made her try not to roll her eyes. Of course she'd fixate on that right out of sleep. Before she let her get in another word Catra stopped in front of her. She grabbed Adora's hand and pressed it to her stomach. A lopsided grin was all she could muster for a reply. It took a few seconds, then Adora's eyes went wide. She saw her stare at the bump with such reverence Catra felt tears fall.

"You're...we're..."

"I know."

Adora pulled her down into a hug so tight Catra had to tap her to ease it.

"I'm gonna be a parent...Catra you're gonna be a parent! It's, it's real. It's actually happening."

"Told ya it'd work out."

Then Adora sucked in a huge breath and went rigid gawking at the ground.

"Oh my god I'm gonna be someone's mom. I dunno the first thing about babies! Catra who do we even ask-"

"Um, all of Bright Moon and our friends? They already know we're trying did'ja think they'd ditch us now?"

"No! No of course not. It's just this is actually happening. What if I mess it up already and something goes wrong o-or they come and don't like me- can babies think their mom is lame before they're born? What if-"

"Adora. Do you still want a baby?"

"Yes. More than anything. Sorry I know I'm being-"

"Hey. That's all you need; someone like you is gonna do fine. So stop or you'll give yourself a heart attack before the kid's even here."

Catra sat beside her and rubbed circles on her back. A sigh filled the room when Adora leaned her head on Catra's shoulder. She planted a kiss in her hair and wrapped an arm around her.

"...I wouldn't have my kid with someone I knew'd be shit at it. Or to me. You're you Adora, I didn't choose anyone else."

"I know I know. We're nothing like Sha-"

For an instant something stops Adora as if she's been gagged. Her eyes go wide again haunted by the sinister. She tries speaking only to make a strangled sound. They exchanged a look of understanding no one should have. A look of indescribable pain. Shared pain. Adora strains to start a third time when Catra finishes it.

"Nothing like Shadow Weaver. And we never will be. You can kill me if I do."

"I wouldn't go that far but...me too."

Wordlessly she let Adora slide against her and rest on her chest. Catra purred as she traced her claws along Adora's arm. Her tail coiled around Adora's waist when she bent to kiss her cheek. A hum is all she gets in reply; its more than enough.

"We're better people now, aren't we?" She asks.

"We'll always be better if we try. You're right I shouldn't be so hard on myself. Catra?"

She saw the eyes staring up fill with worry like it held the same value as water. Like it was something born in Adora's hands and for all their years since childhood it may well have been. Like it paired perfect with the tension stiffening her face. A face that deserved only to finally be soft forever. Catra whispered already knowing she wouldn't cure anything. It was too late of course; shame was her birthright too.

"I'm happy. I'm so happy right now I can't put it into words even for you. But that doesn't change what I've done. Who I was before this, before this version of us...back when we woke up everyday wondering if that'd be the last time."

"Catra no."

"I hurt you, Adora. I keep saying it because it's never going away ok? I hurt you, I hurt Sparkles and Arrow-Boy, Scorpia...Entrapta. The entire damn planet can bite me in the ass someday and I'd understand. The Horde destroyed. This being the happiest time of my life doesn't erase that."

"Catra-"

"What if I get frustrated and relapse? What if it's not even something I do it runs in families and I'm ruining them right now by being their mother because being a failure is just destiny?!"

"Enough."

The hands holding her head were firm as Adora moved to tangle them in her hair. She lowered her fully onto her lap; let herself purr with a breath in. Her eyes closed, tears fell. Adora's thumb wiped them away. It was so gentle Catra couldn't help a sob. She let everything pour out, let herself be wracked by hiccups; not one received judgement. She sat raw, bare in a place where dignity came innate not earned and knew herself still the invader. The conqueror. An aide to desolation.

The knotted feeling in her throat overpowered the new life under Adora's touch. Her stomach tingled at the caress; did their child want to scold her too?

In the end Adora's voice, that better half, guided her to reason.

"You're allowed to feel bad, remember? Like Perfuma said? I cant stop you no matter how much it hurts to hear. You're allowed to have bad days; but you're not allowed to give up. And you're not allowed to stop improving."

She let herself be pushed gently onto their bed; settled into the wholeness of their bodies resting together like they were made for nothing else. Adora is warm, her chest is safe, and her blonde hair falls across Catra better than a curtain. She purrs and purrs in her arms unable to stop, to entertain the thought for stopping. Hands wander the length of her then settle on her hips. Adora's thumb circles her fur until she wraps her tail along that forearm. They kiss and by god Catra will never get over the bliss it brings.  How do you get over a free fall?

In silence she lets herself be tucked further against her; their legs entangle just as a feeling indescribable bursts from deep within. Something Catra knows she's understood for as long as she could remember that refuses to emerge in glimpses anymore. Only Adora can hope to know it in equal measure. She wants to wish that more than she's ever wanted at all. She swallows before meeting Adora's eyes. Adora has the briefest second for confusion when Catra's impulse strikes in her softest voice.

"It's like you know me better than I know myself."

Adora's face went wide then slid into the chuckle they know means contentment.

"Because you let me in."

And let her in she continued to do. For every day she grew bigger not a feasible moment did she spend alone. If she hungered the kitchen stocks ran dry, when she rested Bright Moon went still. Whenever she yowled or groaned there came Adora to massage her, Bow to shoo away prying eyes, Glimmer to order so many extra pillows for their room she thought there'd finally be something to suffocate her worse than herself.

She sat at the center of the castle gardens in the sun. Seven months had turned the seasons hot into mild into cold that'd kept her tucked in Adora's embrace, now turned again another leaf into Spring. Her back ached under a pressure fanning up her spine and centered on her swollen belly. Catra stifled a groan. Adora sat slumped over the table sound asleep opposite her. The gentle snores rumbling from her chest punctuated the bird calls like a bad note cutting a song. Catra laughed as soft as possible. Maybe their kid would pick it up from the get-go.

The ice in her drink clinked as she sipped. That's when she heard another step through the grass. She glanced at a hedge over her glass brim.

"Quit screwing around before someone else sees you."

"Ohhh Kitten you still don't know the meaning of fun do you?"

"Shhh. Adora's asleep. Thought you'd be quieter too. Must be sooo hard going soft."

A guard emerged from the shadows in white armor. The crescent standard of Bright Moon on the chest liquified then twisted into darkness. It bent and spread until a new figure emerged. Double Trouble shook out the unshaven half of their blond undercut. They stretched into a saunter across the paving stones.

Their high heels made that grating 'click clack' noise she'd once waited for in the Fright Zone. On reflex she glanced at Adora; she was still asleep, now drooling. The nasal pitch Double Trouble called a voice went lower even as their words dripped sass. Catra wished it'd never change, if you dragged the thought out of her.

"I'm surprised you've kept that tongue of yours looking like that. What a nasty little bite from an expecting mother."

"Oh really? What a tired act from a spy about to be washed out in peacetime. Hey don't sit there!"

"No darling you made the bed now lie in it for that one. This table is more than enough for a party."

They smirked at each other and knew there was nothing to forgive. Double Trouble gave Adora a once over look; their eyes lingered on Catra's stomach. They crossed their legs and arms with that flair Catra secretly imitated in the mirror. She went back to drinking.

"Seems like you two tied the knot finally. So sorry I had to miss that event, the stage called me. Color me not shocked to have seen this coming a mile away."

"...What's that mean?"

"It means darling there are countless women throughout the universe who'd kill for your position. Wife of She-Ra and now adding to this little litter you two are starting? Honey you're the most envied yet admired woman anywhere."

"Yeah well I'll believe it when I see it. That many people couldn't like me unless there was something to take."

"Dear, would you look at me?"

She did and found them filing their nails. Typical. They continued.

"Are we friends?"

A pause. Catra twiddled her thumbs. They looked her dead in the eyes now.

"Yeah."

"And her over there, what is she to you?"

"I...Adora is part of my everything."

"Why?"

"What'd you mean why?"

She stopped herself and startled; her eyes widened toward something distant, somewhere within. There from her memory stood Adora, begging her to turn rebel, Adora catching her before a drop to certain death, Adora laughing as they held hands like children again through dark tunnels. Adora overturning an empire millions strong to save her on nothing more than her heart. Adora crying always crying but never stopping.

Foolish and lovely Adora who promised her in infinite ways she was worth it.

Double Trouble grinned into a sound of contentment. They put their filer away and stared expectantly but not without care.

"I take it you know. Now tell me this and be honest- what about Glimmer and Bow? What about all these other princesses and their kingdoms? How do they treat you?"

"They're...they're kind to me. Every time we were off planet letting Adora do her thing, seeing people hold magic for the first time...putting up with my crap before this baby and...helping."

"Oh dearest me that sounds like dare I say, friendship!"' They gasped in mock surprise and laid a hand on their chest.

Catra shot them a scowl; it didn't last.

"Shut up before Adora gets up and misses another hour of sleep. Do you have any idea how she's been? I don't think she's even running on anything anymore like, everyday."

"Taking care of you I'd assume. Go on am I right?" Double Trouble asked (with a wiggle of their eyebrows of course) as if they were on the verge of a delicious secret. For all Catra knew they probably did and could eat those.

"Don't read my damn mind." She replied resting her chin on her palm.

"Darling, Catra, enough moping. Having to kick you in the rear like this when you of all people are making kittens is a bad look. Times have changed; you're not that hollow eyed puppet I knocked sense into back with the Horde. Be free, live a little, throw your kid wild birthday parties. And for the love of theatre get some better stylists for the two of you. I won't stand for a child who's moms aren't looking fabulous."

The whirlwind of gestures their hands made came to a stop. They stared yet again with that expectation bearing down on her. Catra read their eyes. It came from a good place; a place deep, deep past the snark. A veil of doubt that'd anchored in her fell away. Everyone had been kind no- was being kind. The cruelest thing they could do was throw a pregnant woman out to fend for herself and that was seven months too late. 'Or early. Weren't you found in a box? Weren't you out with the trash once time was up?'

She shuddered. No, it wasn't like that anymore, it had no right to be. No power over her; no power over her family. Catra grit her teeth and fangs flashed. She wouldn't let it. Without thinking a growl rumbled through her. Double Trouble clicked their tongue.

"Stress is extra bad for you right now Kitten. Just try to keep stepping out of that head of yours and see what's around for a change."

At last they stood and made to leave; Catra almost reached to stop them, then thought better. What more was there to add? They'd seen her for an open book. Instead she swallowed hard. The voice that called out to them bled sincerity.

"Thank you."

"Pay me back by making good choices darling."

Two weeks later she wriggles her toes on a beach in Mystacor. The sky shifts from twilight to orange dusk. She just knows she's counted the exact same number of clouds the past hour. The air is so clean it's her only barrier from passing out; every breath jolts energy beneath her aches. Adora's footsteps are easy to read when her ears perk. She wraps her tail around her at the feel of them sitting together.

Adora hums before reaching to stroke her belly. The kiss on her cheek is simple yet her blood dances in excitement. Their fingers lace together on the sand. It grounds them. Catra knows Bow is carrying something by the slightest drag in his gait; Glimmer (if you asked her Catra still had the right to call her Sparkles, Queen shit and everything aside) followed behind. The four of them were a crowd that made anything happen.

As if on cue the baby kicked. Whatever the others blathered about faded from her mind into white noise. Beside her time stopped for Adora too; this kid was already making them predictable. The wonder Catra watched spread across her face stayed fresh as ever. Glimmer and Bow went silent. She felt their eyes trace over, heard their breath hitch. She smiled.

"Can I feel it this time?"

"Glimmer you always ask that. Save room for Uncle Bow, who just so happens to have something I know they'll love!"

"My Aunt helped." Glimmer added behind a hand though Bow could hear her.

"Yes she did but only the clothes; these were all me. See for yourselves."

He revealed a set of dolls from a sack. Each were handwoven and stitched so well if she didn't know Bow she'd guess a machine's handiwork. Her breath hitched. Their likenesses were posed under his movements as Glimmer clapped with a giggle. Adora gasped, covered her mouth while her eyes watered. Big ol' softie her Adora was; yet she fought her own tears. The doll with her face wore a grin between cockiness and charm. The smarmy, ruthless, torn glare of her past self morphed on the silk in her minds eye. Its fangs were bared and its sneer cruel.

Catra shuddered and recoiled until she nearly toppled onto the sand. Her bug eyed stare at the thing matched her heaving chest. Nausea that chased a prickling sensation washed over her like a wave; a force of nature. Several deep breaths gave her some composure but the world continued to blur in a haze. Her heartbeat thrummed in her throat and hearing faded and-

And then Adora filled her vision; Adora held her tight until finally she went still. She felt her cheek cupped and fingers massaging through her hair. Though it had regrown thick as a mane despite reaching her shoulders Adora's nails found her scalp. Of course they would; she purred into the embrace and bit her lip to swallow a cry.

'Just try to keep stepping out of that head of yours and see what's around for a change.'

She blinked; the world popped back into place. They stared at her with faces on a scale from terror to worry; as if there were much difference. Bow's pleas about what was wrong stopped the instant her eyes dared linger on her doll again. He looked down and understood; away it went into the sack.

It wasn't the sentiment that upset her. He knew why. Words returned slow when he took her hand.

"I love it Bow, thanks, really; it's sweet of you. I'm sorry I...y'know. Need to keep working on myself."

"Hey don't apologize for that it's alright. I should be the one saying sorry; I didn't think it was still this bad for you."

"Whatever keeps bugging you we're here ok? No shaming, Horde Scum." Glimmer added with a smile that continued to forgive her more than Catra deserved in her opinion.

But if her own words couldn't be trusted, had she been shown forgiveness after all?

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Adora, always there to cut to the point. She found her voice.

"When I saw myself it's like realizing my kid's gonna idolize me. They're gonna grow up having me everywhere if I'm really with them or not. They might even say they wanna be like their mom. Makes a feeling come over me...who I was tries to tell me they'll find nothing to be proud of."

"Oh Catra. We can't not let you feel that way but what matters is you've changed. You keep changing everyday; look at you now! You're committed to motherhood for one, you and Adora are amazing together, you helped me with so much paperwork- c'mon Bow tell her."

Glimmer nudged Bow until he nudged back; he gave Catra a stare that pierced her doubts. She'd rarely seen anyone who captured the sensation of light poking through clouds. He deserved to be called a sun. She swallowed hard again. God, this baby had her emotional.

"You've come a long way. We chose and keep choosing to help. I know it's hard but don't let whats in your head overpower that. We care. You're not gonna go back to being who you were. If you do, we'd stop you because we want to."

"But, everything with Angella-"

Fuck she mentioned it. Why? She just had to bring it up didn't she? 'Do you enjoy shooting yourself in the foot?...' A squeeze on her arm brought her mind to a halt. Damn, Adora may as well have a license in reading her mood. Glimmer sighed from a deep breath. She watched her face knit into something between grief and acceptance.

Everyone went silent, hinged themselves on whatever Glimmer said next. When she spoke her voice came thoughtful yet blunt.

"My mother is gone. Because of you or not she's not here and wallowing in anger and self pity isn't going to bring her back. I'm sure if she saw me still doing it she'd be upset. I've had the years I needed for that; the Catra in front of me isn't the same who pulled the switch."

Glimmer put a hand on Catra's shoulder and smiled when it was welcome. Their eyes met and she saw Bow nod. Glimmer continued in her queenly voice this time; gone were any hints she spent hours practicing, her mother's strength rang clear.

"Don't discredit our choice to forgive. Trust us to stay honest with you and care. Trust yourself like I know you can. Now, let's rate how cheesy my Aunt's baby clothes look!"

Catra's senses returned as if popping back into existence. Just like that they jumped into the next discussion, the next joke, the next tease. She sat with no one but herself to blame; no one but herself for guilt to feast on. Was that it? Was she still trapped in time? How simple it'd been to get an answer for once, yet beside it came more than she understood. The baby kicked again. She sighed and touched her stomach.

"Sorry you've got an overthinking Mama kid."

Adora nudged her. She turned to find that contagious smile to reel her in.

"Hey they're right y'know. Everything is gonna be ok, I promise."

Promises sacred as they were didn't lessen the pain. Her vision blurred at another stab of pain, another push as her entire body pulsed. Her lower back had it the worst; every ounce of pain coursed from that white hot center until Catra was sure she'd been reduced to jelly, if she could ever see straight again. Another scream tore her throat. Her body arched.

The hiss Adora shot out as Catra's claws dug into her hand registered faintly. She could hear Entrapta babbling some science jargon. Scorpia's frantic voice came beside Entrapta's assembly of rumbling tech no doubt worried over everything; that still didn't help an entire baby kicking out of her. Didn't anyone get that? Now wasn't the time for anything other than whatever got this tiny person out.

Catra screamed and shook and writhed and no matter how many times Entrapta said push it blurred together. She let her head loll sideways in exhaustion. Adora stared at her seized by panic that could do nothing but watch, and hated it. It scratched at the unfocused rage gathering around her like storm clouds. Whatever she said fell hazy on Catra's ears because not a moment behind Catra yelled,

"Next time you're doing this; when this is over I'm kicking your ass AdorAHHGGUUHHH!!!"

Several deep breaths and pushes later a wail robbed anything she could say. Every voice stopped, every head turned and every ear strained. It came again. A high pitched wail echoed through the room. A baby's first cry. There was no time then; no past nor future only the moments for each cry hurled into the world. She watched a shape writhe in Entrapta's arms at the foot of the bed. A flash of metal later and the umbilical cord was cut.  

Everything remained a blur...then Entrapta handed her a squirming bundle. The baby rested against her easier than breathing. It was just, so right; one of the most right things Catra ever knew. Their fur matched her tan orange down to the slightly darker stripes. The hair is all Catra; she'd recognize that messy brown anywhere. It's when they blink at her for the first time, that's when Adora's blue eyes stare back.

Their hands are curled into fists and they fuss under her gaze. They blink once, twice, Catra finds herself counting everything. A purr deep enough to rattle them took her by surprise. At last her claws retracted from Adora's skin; she cradled their child between measured breaths. The instant she's released Adora doesn't waste a second coming closer.

They look at each other then their child then back again. Tears are the first thing they feel together followed by Adora's lopsided grin.

"Still wanna kick my ass?"

"Shut up and get in here dummy."

Catra's voice is hoarse but that doesn't lessen the spark in their kiss. Fingers tangle in Catra's sweaty hair and she's breathless when they pull away. There's a moment of silence until Entrapta gets the drop on them. Of course she does, she's Entrapta. They can spy the glint off her tape recorder.

"Just to confirm the baby is healthy at seven pounds eight ounces, a length of twenty centimeters, tail included, and a sex of male. Now the real question is have either of you chosen a name?"

The thick tendril of Entrapta's hair holding her recorder wiggles closer. Catra snarled on impulse and fought to not snap her teeth too.

"Don't hold that thing so close to Finn's face. The sound or whatever's gonna hurt his ears."

"Finn? You want to call him Finn? I thought you still weren't sure about any names." Adora said with the slightest confusion.

"Yeah I was but...I dunno it just feels right. Doesn't he look like a Finn? Hey Scorpia come over here! Does he or does he not look like a Finn?"

If it was possible for scorpions to move like they wanted to break the sound barrier without actually doing so, that was how Scorpia rushed over. Honestly Catra would laugh if she weren't cradling her son as if guarding her trove. Those enormous pincers are enough to shadow Finn's head as he attempts to swat one. Instead Adora gave him a finger to cling on. The tears streaking from Scorpia's eyes dripped waterfalls down her chin.

"Wildcat you're asking me what he looks like? Oh of course he's a Finn, look at that handsome little face and that tiny nose! And his hair! Catra that one is all you oh that stuff is gonna break so many combs I tell ya. He's even got his claws already; you guys have a mama's boy on your hands gosh. I remember when Flora hatched, ah good times..."

"Scorpia..."

"Huh? Oh sorry Wildcat yeah he's definitely a Finn! What'd ya think Adora? Entrapta?"  

"Hmm...Baby Log Day, well day of birth. Catra has asked me if her newborn resembles a 'Finn'. As the only knowledge I'm aware of regarding this relates to fish, I will say yes. Fish and their fins are something cats enjoy and thus it is logical."

The line of stares fixed on her made Entrapta press her recorder.

"Addendum, it is also very cool."

"Adora?" Catra called.

Every stare turned toward her awaiting a verdict. Finn gurgled and squirmed when she met his stare. There fell a moment of purest silence.

"Yeah. Finn is a good name. We'll get him ready to propel through life."

There was an echoing 'thwack' when Catra smacked Adora's hair poof; Adora's giggling poured out even as Glimmer, Bow, and every Princess they knew finally appeared. Catra's bed was rushed by a crowd acting like they'd never seen an infant. Then again, no one had seen anyone of Catra's race all her life. Not that she'd asked around.

"I'm so sorry we couldn't come sooner! The meeting ran into overtime but we're here now. Where's the baby?"

Glimmer moved through the parting crowd as she spoke; her body radiated energy while her eyes scanned around. She and Bow must've shared the same mind because they were the first to study Finn. Their jaws dropped.

"So. Darned. Cute. Those ears." Bow said. His eyes practically sparkled with joy.

Glimmer looked at Catra, then Adora with a face that fought a hold on restraint.

"You guys can hold him. Just don't crowd his space." Catra said smiling.

Those were the words that released whatever collective breath everyone held. Finn was passed around the room leaving praise and awe in his wake. Everyone had their own opinions; so much so that the buzz of their chatting built Catra's headache right as Finn was finally returned. Frosta was yelling about how to shape a commemorative ice sculpture; Perfuma created several bouquets now burying Adora. Bow, Entrapta, and Scorpia stood putting their heads together discussing proper baby nutrition over the next year.

When she checked Finn his face grew red then wrinkled and that's when it hit. A full strength wail. The kind of cry to break noise into silence and validate Catra's agitation. Something resembling peace slid over the tension settling in the air. Adora managed to roll out of the flowers before looking at Catra. A nod in response is all she needs to wrangle everyone away. When the door closes for the last time only the three of them remain.

Finn continued crying though nowhere as intense. Catra took a deep breath, then she held the infant face down, tucked his arms across his chest, and finished by holding his bottom. She had to give herself credit; not a single mistake, Perfuma may as well have done it for her. The cries quieted immediately and ceased when she gently rocked him. In a minute he lay snuggled on her chest. Sleep made his eyes fight to stay open though he soon lost.

"He curls up just like you."

"Yeah. We'll see if he keeps the whole castle awake with your snoring." Catra replied chuckling.

Adora is beside her in seconds with that lopsided grin. The bed gets crowded bearing the three of them but it'll manage.

"I'm not an awful snorer ok; everyone's gonna survive when they sleep. They've done it this long."

"So you admit it's a problem."

"No! Anyway that's not important look at his chubby cheeks. That's all him."

"Babe, I think that's something every baby has. Did you forget all seven of Scorpia's kids, or even Bow and Glimmer's daughter?"

"Of course not but you're not looking at them. We made those. They're perfect and adorable as much as the rest of him."

Adora stroked Finn's hair and nestled against Catra's side. Together they yawned then laughed.

"Tired?"

"I gave birth Adora of course I am."

"Heh, sorry. Nighty night you two."

She's long learned Adora's penchant for sleeping hard enough to make the dead jealous. How exactly she can turn it on and off yet thrash restlessly, still waking up then tackling an entire day? After years Catra might never know and, some days, didn't care to anymore. It simply was. That was Adora, always rushing to do everything, solve every problem, take every blow. No matter how much their loved ones- no matter how many times Catra told her otherwise some piece stayed. It was like an infection molded into Adora's skin.

God did Catra still hate it. If Finn inherited that...

Her body ached worse than getting dragged by rope. She would know; Glimmer had been the one pulling after all.  In those days of war and violence whipped into a storm this feeling was nothing new. Yet it was. Now there came a new tired setting on her bones. The tired from achieving something bigger than herself yet selfish in origin. Well, maybe the selfish part hadn't changed.

Maybe she really can be good not just do good. Adora began to snore as Catra let sleep claim her.

When Finn turns one year old Catra has settled into the race of parenthood. There's feeding time, nap time, diaper changing, the once a week checkups, and making a fool of herself so Finn laughs. One day passes with the funneled energy of several; no longer can she rise with the sun into a cage of rumination. Finn dictates her snapping awake on whims as random as the harried sleep itself.

She can't mope she just can't, he won't let her. He needs her and for the first time even beyond Adora, Catra accepts it. Not hesitating or doubting or anything else. Not the painstaking slip and climb over struggle after struggle until she and Adora were finally level. Finn right now is only a creature of needs; without her...she doesn't want to think further. There is finally someone for whom she can only give at the very beginning. The stress is worth it, it's not about her faults.

Perfuma notices of course. The way she walks ever eager into their meetings, even with eye-bags, stands far more confident than the hesitation that made her drag her feet. From the stares she gets now it's as if persecution and guilt lie only in her shadow. At least, that's what she thinks Perfuma means when one meeting she says,

"You look radiant Catra! Have you been keeping up with your personal letters?"

The morning light shines behind Perfuma making her hair resemble a glow. Combined with her chipper voice and pristine skincare (Seriously how did she keep up with seven kids at her heels?) Catra would be getting a headache right now. The old her would think Perfuma above her wielding such composure, such carefree grace. The her of the present instead replies weary but smiling.  

"I have. For real this time too. No more skipping days."

"Oh lovely, I'm glad you're coming around. Self reflection and forgiveness can be so liberating; never forget you're allowing yourself space and patience. Walk with me."

She's heard those words enough to make her head spin, but now they land in her heart. A warmth seeps in the way she thinks Perfuma always intended. If she had to reflect now as they pass Scorpia's gardens, she wouldn't call messy hair, tired eyes, and what might be clothes from two days ago radiant. Perfuma probably wasn't being literal.

The trails of Perfuma's green shawl (Seemingly more fluttery today than usual; like butterfly wings if she had to compare) stop inside a wide room. Catra knows which pillow to sit on and in seconds Perfuma is across her. Their eyes meet then close before performing a basic breathing exercise. One breath in and Catra gathers her worries, one pause, on the exhale her body relaxes.

Her eyes open and find Perfuma doing the same. The ear to ear smile on her face still unnerves Catra like a pinprick; it's strange to be so happy in a world built on entropy. Catra's allowed that hesitation, right? No she's being an idiot again; she's seen Perfuma a mess, back when Scorpia and all her people contorted under Horde Prime's marching orders, under the chips once burrowed in their flesh.

Regardless she'd never given up then. She hadn't been Catra running away the minute she projected doubt on Adora. She shook her head and sighed. This was getting nowhere. Of course for her part Perfuma sat in silence, waiting for as much time as Catra needed. She smiled shyly at that.

"Sorry got lost in reflecting I guess."

"It's alright Catra that's what we're here for. Do you want to share your thoughts?"

"I think you already know after this long." Catra licked her lips nervously.

"I don't mind listening."

A long pause. She read nothing but openness in Perfuma's eyes.

"You know I've said before I was jealous of you, unnerved even. How could anyone stay so happy when the world hurts? Well now I think I understand. There's no point in dwelling on my pain. Sure I can feel it, acknowledge it, but it'll pass again. Letting it control me when it's something I'll carry forever is exhausting. All I've done then is hurt myself when for once no one else wants to. That's what Finn's made me  realize."

She finished with a sigh and slackened shoulders; a woman spent at last of a pointless barrier. Isolation was no longer a badge of honor; it never had been. Perfuma wore genuine surprise like she'd heard something profound, not Catra stating the obvious. When Perfuma next spoke the words poured out afraid to stop. Afraid, Catra senses, that Catra will bolt away in embarrassment.  

"I'm proud of you that's the most you've shared all at once yet. And it sounds like it truly means self-love. You're allowing vulnerability and have accepted a truth. We are all works in progress."

"Thanks. I guess I have." The tears flowing down Catra's face make her voice wobble.

"Would you like a hug?"

With a nod Catra opened her arms and wept into Perfuma's dress; she wept the choked yet earnest sobs of a child. She felt a hand pat her hair.

"What happened when you were a child, it's not your fault."

There comes a pause where Catra stiffens then pulls back but not away. Her watery eyes glisten under the light while the rest of her trembles. Her lips quiver wanting to fight a new sob on instinct; it makes her teeth grit. None of it is hostile, Catra stares at Perfuma who again brings down the axe on the final barrier tainting her heart. Despite herself the words are out; Shadow Weaver installed that defense mechanism in her, denial.

"It is...it is."

"It's not your fault."

"But it is! I deserved it because I couldn't fight back!"

"It's not your fault."

"It...I...did."

Catra's face scrunched under the weight of the lie. She gets a solemn head shake in response. The sick sensation in her chest crumbles and her body feels no stronger than jelly. This time she clings back in Perfuma's embrace. She wails. Perfuma's reassurance pierces the scared girl inside gentle as sunshine.

"It's not your fault."

When the flood within her passes they mulled over tea. The silence now settled almost as comfortable as being with Adora. If Catra thought harder on it though, maybe silences themselves didn't need Adora to be good. Maybe the truth is Adora isn't the only bond to believe in; the others have waited on Catra long enough. She feels a pang of guilt at that. It flickers then dies when she hears the question,

"How are you and Finn? You mentioned him earlier."

"Kinda speaks for itself just looking at me y'think? But uh, sorry. It's been great; busy every second and sometimes I wanna tear my hair out but...in the end I really do like being a mom. It's not just about loving Finn and having him with Adora either. It's also like...I dunno..."

"Like starting over; a second chance?"

"Yeah...yeah I think it is." Catra smiled.

"The advice I can give for that is don't forget you're still guiding him. Parenting with compassion and trust will help you both, but he must find himself and make his choices."

She had nothing to add other than slight alarm. Then the weight behind the words settled, planted seeds in her thoughts. She stared out the window drinking her tea; her mind drifted and for once the peace of it wasn't strange.

When Finn is two years old he shivers in her arms. The storm sent another sheet of rain beating against the castle. Grey covers the window glass and another lightening flash dimly illuminates the room. In the span of a blink it's gone; Finn  mewled stuffing part of Catra's shirt in his mouth. Her hand ran through his hair. That seemed to relax his hold.

He looked up at her with Adora's wide blue eyes and for an instant Catra remembers being six, Adora's blanket her only comfort on nights like this.

"It's a thunderstorm Finn. I know it sounds scary but it'll pass ok? It always has before. You were too little to remember."

"Where's Mommy?"

She hears the fear getting ahold of him; she answers a touch too fast. It takes everything in her hoping he didn't notice.

"With Auntie Glimmer remember? They're meeting about adult stuff. We have to wait."

"I want her here."

"I know Finn, I know. She's coming. You're ok with me. Nothing bad will happen. Mommy's coming soon."

He nodded and though he whimpered he concentrated on Catra alone. At the next roar of thunder however he stiffened with his tail gone frizzy. The door opened bringing a stripe of light and Adora's unmistakable silhouette. Immediately Finn sprang out of Catra's arms to tackle Adora's legs. Catra hears her gasp then laugh softly as she kneels.

"Mommy! Be She-Ra!"

"Hey there to you too Finn. Why do you want She-Ra out?"

"Make bad sounds go away."

"It's the weather, I don't control that. Weren't you safe with Mama? Look she's waiting for us and I bet she stayed the whole time."

"But I want Mama and Mommy..."

Catra left bed and kneeled beside Adora. She ruffled Finn's hair; his tears were gone with a swipe of her thumb. Adora held his hands smiling while Catra went on.

"It's ok to be scared. We won't leave you not ever."

"Even when one of us isn't here with you, remember we love you. Think real hard about us when you're scared and all the bad stuff will go away."

Finn sniffled, swallowed, fumbled to speak those words they knew were sacred.

"You promise?"

"Yes." They reply together.

More thunder cracks the air signaling another swell of hissing rain. She watched as he froze squeezing his eyes shut. His hands balled into fists; he didn't flinch or cry when the storm gentled again. Now he stood trembling but no less brave. The warmth spreading through Catra was mirrored in the indescribable pride on Adora's face. She reached for her hand and it was held.

"Like that?" Finn asked, staring at them as if everything hinges on this moment.

"Just like that."

Catra kisses his forehead; it's no time at all until they hug him close. His heartbeat calms under their embrace and she purrs; it's always as hard as the day he was born. The purr she feels back widens her eyes then-

"Mama why're you crying?"

"She's happy you did it, right Catra?"

"Yeah...I'm happy Finn."

She shivers at Adora's kiss on her cheek. The touch of her breath tickling when she whispers almost makes Catra purr, for a reason neither can say aloud. She wraps her tail around Adora's wrist and listens.

"I'll get him to bed ok. Won't be long."

Catra mumbles her reply against her lips,

"I know."

They kiss and though it's a second before Adora pulls away, Catra knows peace.

At three years old Finn runs through the halls whooping and hollering. The stuffed bear glides through the air in his grasp. She knows Mr. Snuggles will need a wash when the day's done. Cupping her hands around her mouth she gently calls after.

"Don't run so fast you'll trip. Watch where you're going."

"Yeah Mama I know!"

Of course the thud she expected comes not an instant later. Even if he landed on carpet her blood pounds in panic; she sprints light on her feet toward his side. No second is wasted righting him from laying flat on his belly. She checks his arms, his legs, his face, the back of his head is fine too. He holds his wrist looking down ashamed.

"My head hurts."

"It's alright we'll get some medicine before seeing Mommy. Next time watch out ok? I might not have been here to help."

He nodded but still won't meet her eyes. Her expression falls. She sits with her hand giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze; her tail twitched nervously. Finn is silent. Far more than if he acted up or felt too embarrassed. The air itself feels heavier as if to breathe means starting a count down before down becomes up and left is right. Her voice shakes ever so slightly. Was this because of her?

"Finn? What's wrong? Does it hurt real bad?"

"Auncle Dee Tee told me something that made me feel funny. Flora and Angella said boys get hurt a lot when they play. B-But I like girl games with them too! When I fell I remembered what Auncle Dee Tee said."

"That's just silly there aren't 'boy' and 'girl' games. Just games. What'd Auncle say?"

"They said that too. They said nobody has to be a girl or boy if they don't want to. They said a big word like 'nuhncun-foming' I think."

She hears footsteps round the corner, a walk she could pick out anywhere. Adora stops then assesses; she wastes no time coming to them. Immediately her face is knit in worry and concentration. Catra knows that look better than herself. The look of a soldier, of years honed as a commanding officer, the look her fantasies once replicated dreaming of their conquest of Etheria...it's never appeared serene as it does now.

It reminds her not for the last time she's not alone.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt Finn? I knew I heard something bump on my way over."

"He tripped and fell but it's not serious. I checked already. He just has a headache."

"Good. C'mon let's go get medi-"

"Adora wait. He had something important he was saying. Finn? Can you tell Mommy what you told me?"

His expression finally lights up again; courage gathered when he stands straighter and stares at them firm.

"When I fell I remembered what Auncle told me. They said some people don't feel like they're just a boy or girl. My girl friends said boys fall a lot playing; I like their girl stuff where we don't fall a lot too! I wanna...I wanna be like Auncle. Auncle sounds like me."

They sat and the silence turned to awe. They glanced at one another then at Finn, who stood in utmost seriousness. Double Trouble's words floated to the surface of Catra's memories. She had to step outside her own head right? Well this time the world did it well enough for her. Adora as usual is the first to make a move.

"What do you want us to call you?"

"I'm Finn! I don't wanna be a boy or a girl I wanna be both! I wanna do everything I like as me. Can I be 'nunhcuhnfoming' too?"

To their surprise they chuckle as Finn looks on, conviction dropping into worry. Catra grinned and pulled Finn into a hug.

"You can be whatever you want kid including nonconforming. We're not gonna say no to anything like that."

"Do you want us to still call you 'He'?" Adora said in a tone that announces she's not worrying herself sick for once.

"Nuh uh! Auncle uses 'They'."

"Then that's what we'll use too. Thanks for telling us Finn."

Finn, they, beam from ear to ear. They picked up and dusted off Mr. Snuggles holding him close. They purr echoing through the hall; by instinct Catra joins in while Adora plants kisses all over Finn's cheeks.

"Does your head still hurt?"

"A little..."

"Let's go make it better then."

Finn is four when their troublemaking streak starts to shine. They let Adora chase them through the back gardens at a sprint. It's an unspoken dare to crown who's faster and watching from the sidelines, Catra doesn't need to guess it's Finn. Like what she imagined of any child of hers Finn scampers up a tree next. They wave a toy and blow a raspberry down at Adora who's panting for dear life. Her poor fool never stood a chance.

Adora stands hunched over, her finger raised to call a time out. She's still gathering her breath when Catra hears her force out words as she walks toward them both.

"Ok give Mommy a break for...five minutes...or forever. Ugh."

"You're too slow so I win!"

They watch as Finn sticks their tongue out again. Catra kneels to pat Adora's shoulder. She plants a kiss in her hair and grins.

"Hate to say it but I told you they'd beat you. Give it up Adora."

"I'll never...understand...how you two...do it...so unfair."

"Only She-Ra can win a race with me Mommy. If you're She-Ra it's really hard to keep up."

Still wheezing Adora glanced at Catra in defeat. A shrug is all she gets in response. Finn sits on a branch above them swinging their legs, the embodiment of confidence. Then they do something that throws off even Catra; they hang from their perch by the tail. Upside down Finn pays no heed to their gaping Mama and instead teases Adora with another raspberry. She falls on her ass yelping.

A choked giggle left Catra before rising to laughter. By the time she's full on snorting she rolls in the grass; upside down Adora scowls at them both but it's all in fun. The way she sees her blush makes her nerves go fluttery. She doesn't need to be told when their eyes meet and Catra knows it's mutual. Before anything can come of it Finn lands on the ground effortlessly.

She watches them tug Adora's sleeve; the fake modesty and flattering lilt they're piling on too thick gives them away. The fact that they can hold the performance this well is far more a Catra thing than Adora. She feels hesitant pride bubble within her. Could she have that knowing where it came from?

"Mommy my toy got stuck up there, can She-Ra get it? Because she's faster and stuff."

"Finn I can't keep transforming all week."

"Pleeease? It's the last day today; you said I could ask sometimes."

"Damnni-uh I mean I remember. Fine but only because you asked nicely."

Catra doesn't need to be an Entrapta-level genius to hear the unspoken, 'And because I totally lost too.' Finn definitely  hears it by the satisfaction in their grin. With a resigned sigh Adora straightened and stretched out a hand. From the bottom of her lungs she bellowed,

"For the Honor of Greyskull!"

A blinding light engulfed Adora from the outline of a golden sword. Catra still had no idea where it always came from. It was of course magic however; you never had to question that kind of thing. She figured that was why it felt comforting, familiar, compared to hard numbers. Most of all, she muses as the light dims, magic embodies everything Adora has been long before the sword.

The light leaves dissolving into rainbow trails. They outline She-Ra's massive form towering at eight feet. Her arms are almost as thick as the tree branches themselves when she begins to climb. Finn watched with their jaw hanging and eyes wide. Their fists rest against their teeth as if every transformation will be the last each time; the anticipation mixed with joy is almost palpable when it infects Catra.

She nudges them while Adora gets tangled in leaves. Finn's rapture breaks and they flash her a knowing smile.

"You love being sneaky huh?"

"She-Ra is cool!"

They look up together and find Adora fumbling not to fall. Though She-Ra carries a noble poise Adora is very much the one nervously sweating. Catra grinned.

"She's very cool."

Adora successfully lands without a scratch; the toy rocket is the size of a river stone in She-Ra's large hand. In an instant  it's back to scale when She-Ra is dismissed, a gold afterglow outlining Adora. It hits Catra then that Finn has grown at level with Adora's waist. When did that happen over the years?

"One missing toy rescued from an evil tree. It won't be eating any more any time soon."

"Thanks Mommy. No more She-Ra for a little bit."

"Right. Mommy needs breaks just like She-Ra does too."

Catra takes Adora's hand and wraps her tail around her. Her purr is soft though outmatched by the gentle kiss she gives her wife. She glanced at Finn who waits expectantly; the toy is already forgotten in favor of another game. Catra chuckles.

"Ok Finn you've had enough of bossing Mommy. This time I'll race you home."

"Loser has to give up dessert!"

"Sure kid. Ready set go!"

Like a bullet Catra sprints down the low hill; she barely hears Finn's call above the wind. In seconds they're right behind and she finds herself laughing carefree into the dusk.

Finn is five when their fur becomes their first taste of responsibility. Their tail is a mess of frizz most mornings; their thick hair resembles a mop fighting against every tame comb they own. Catra does her best to guide them, but she hasn't been five in twenty years. The memories since remain dark and pressed under the claws of greater horrors. Had she ever had time to brush herself seriously then? Not a relevant question; this isn't the time for self grieving.

Finn fusses, tries again, then scowls. They look at her with a plea in their eyes. Catra blinks then finds them slumping shoulders and lips quivering. Their hair seems messier than before for every wrong stroke. It takes her longer than she'd like to notice the budding tears.

"Hey it's ok we'll keep trying. It's hard at first but you can do it."

"Bet it's easy for you Mama."

"Why's that?"

"Because you never get messy. Your hair is always pretty."

Catra beckons and they come within her reach. She wipes their tears, smoothes their tangles best she can. They stare into her eyes with that intensity only they can muster.

"I used to be worse than you. When I was your age I had no one helping me."

"Not even Mommy?"

Catra laughed quiet and gentle, always gentle.

"She tried but she was as small as you. And we know Mommy doesn't look the same; she didn't know how. Do you know how old I was when I learned to keep my hair pretty? Really got good at it?"

Finn shook their head. She could sense the sadness give way to curiosity, to a rising hope.

"I was already a grown up. Wayyy bigger than you y'know? If it took me so long there's no rush. You keep trying until it works ok."

"Ok..."

"Let's start over. Just watch me first."

Time passes in a haze enough for her to learn Finn took after her old temper; step by patient step her hands once drenched in the blood of another life calm them to retry. They break for lunch and laugh together, their mistakes now harmless behind them. This, Catra has learned, is completion.

Princess Prom makes everyone nervous and excited equally. She watches Finn, taller than most other ten year olds, adjust their tie. She smiles remembering how many they'd tried on that morning without complaint. How when the right one came along they'd strutted prideful for her and Adora's opinion. They fidget flexing their hand and rocking on their heels. She can't blame them; the announcer's droning speech packs more formality than Catra thought was possible.

Put simply, it's boring, and they both fight a yawn. Adora doesn't notice them tap their feet together, one leading the other following, until another six minutes that pass like hours. She shushes them but when another minute crawls by she joins in. The three of them form a jagged rhythm while holding back giggles.

When the solemnity is done away with and the dance floor opens they lose Finn to their friends. She sends them off with a cheek kiss and Adora's blessing to have fun, then they're alone. They whisk themselves to the snack bar; she watches Adora gorge on tiny food like she's taken Entrapta's appetite for herself. Smirking as she leans against the table she knows Adora can feel her gaze.

"Alright Princess charge your battery any more and I'll dance by myself."

"Noa faish wahit fo me!" Adora forced out through a mouthful.

"Hey easy there. What's that translate to?"

Adora swallows hard and snorts at her.

"I said no fair wait for me. Now you're getting payback."

"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try."

Before she can register it a cupcake is smashed into her mouth. She can hear Adora laughing even when Catra serves one back in retaliation. By the time they've wasted three cupcakes they don't hear Scorpia saunter over. They nearly tumble face first into her serving tray.

"Whoa slow down guys! Party just started to get so worked up. You two sure love having fun."

"Sorry Scorpia didn't see you there. Catra wants to hurry and dance; I want to savor what Entrapta had prepared tonight."

Catra stuck out her tongue and laughed when Adora elbowed her side in jest. When they look over Scorpia has forgone food entirely. She stares at them, her eyes glistening from would be tears.

"You guys are just adorable did you know that?"

"You remind us all the time." Catra replied and wrapped an arm around Adora.

"Actually uh, on second thought, I've got icing down my dress. Excuse me ladies."

Adora gives her a peck of a kiss before disappearing. Catra watched her go spellbound by the soft lights cast on everyone. Adora's outline is dreamlike, Catra can hear her breath hitch. Then far too suddenly she's gone. It's funny, she no longer feels the pain that once tore through her fast as lightening. Maybe parting no longer means goodbye. She knows she always knew.

"Y'know Wildcat I gotta say I've never seen you look this happy. Well happier than that time in the Crimson Wastes. Oh or when Finn was born. It's nice."

"Heh. We're in the same boat then. I can't even tell when it started."

"Wanna know how I can tell this time?"

The intensity in Scorpia's tone made Catra straighten. She stopped trying to eat another cupcake and met her gaze.

"It's the eyes. They're so clear these days. They're empty, not in a bad way. Like...it's like you can take on anything. You've got resolve but it's not angry."

"Calm?"

"Yeah. Calm and whole. That's some strength even I don't think I have yet. Your eyes can see through anything."

"Geez way to praise a girl. I think I get it though. Adora's been saying something similar. Glimmer, Bow, Perfuma...everyone brings it up somehow. They act like I'm supposed to know just haven't told them." Catra smiles around a bite of her snack. It was achingly sweet yet she closed her eyes and tasted the love put in.

"Of course they see it too. Every truly strong person is kind."

Catra's eyes widen. For a moment she moves as if to speak then instead smiles, content. Her heart feels light as a feather.

She spots Adora returning through the crowd. Everyone parts reverently for the savior of the galaxy; to Catra it's another homecoming. They don't need the titles or praise; at last having each other, having themselves, is enough.

Scorpia takes her leave just as Adora emerges. The teasing look she wore before is replaced by excitement; the kind that simply is because it can be. Without prompting she offered Catra her hand. She's seen this scene countless times in as many settings. She takes it.

"Ready for that dance I owe you?"

It happens in an instant; Catra reads her eyes. They're calm, resolved, kind. Her reflection stares back within their clarity. She smiles. She hopes Finn will have those eyes someday.

"Always am."

#my writing #spop #catradora #glimbow #scorfuma #finn spop

[pinkispoggers]

Long Nights

By me 🥰

Pairing: Maul x Reader

Prompt: you have snuck into the quarters of savage opress and darth maul, and boy are you in trouble

Warnings: smut, cockwarming, alot of pet names, dirty memories, teasing, language

AN: this is my first fanfic so ofc its terrible :) (I wrote the whole thing on Samsung notes so its pretty ass)

• Ever since the two sith found you you were practically welcomed to the team

• the turtle tanker was like your new home

• it was really nice because it was built sorta like your old apartment on corascaunt

• but larger

• wayyyy larger

• 1 kitchen-like area, which meant you didn't need to go out as often to get food

• because it could possibly endanger the brothers identitys

• they could possibly get caught

• but you have faith that they will get out of that anyway

• 2 quarters (one for you and shared quarters for the brothers)

• 1 large refresher with 2 showers

• and one room for gatherings like sitting to eat your breakfast in the morning

• and you loved your life like this

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• you, being the curious type have always wondered how the men keep their quarters

• you don't exactly know why, but you were itching to find out

• usually the brothers are away at night, maul usually leaving first, then savage

• you think its odd.

• are they on separate missions?

• well who knows

• but its usually late at night, when you are already asleep

• but tonight was the night you were gonna find out

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• you looked over at your clock

• "01200"

• "well thats late enough and they are probably gone by now"

• you waddle out of bed

• you decide not to bring your flashlight

• something was off about all this

• you sneek over to their shared quarters

• its very dark and you have to try not to bump into anything as you don't want to potentially break anything and have to feel the wrath of maul the next morning

• he is very sweet and you know this

• but you also know he can loose his temper sometimes

• usually the constant bickering with savage will send him over the edge

• You are pulled out of your thought when you reach your destination

• ah yes the beautiful fucked up door

• you cant even count how many times savage rammed maul into that door

• but you memorized the key as you had watched the brothers punch it in thousands of times

• and slowly you entered

• but you instantly regretted what you had stumbled apon

• two zabraki males laying on one bed...

• cuddling...

• you had no idea what the fuck was going on

• you had no time to even study the scenery before your instincts told you to get the hell out of there

• you instantly turned around and headed straight for the door way

• "fuck" you whisper under your breath hoping no one had heard you

• there was another key pad you had no idea how to open

• you put the first password that came to mind

• 12900

• the password for the outside lock

• suddenly it flashed red and beeped

• loud

• then you felt it

• it felt like an invisible hand

• then it hit you

• thats the force

• restraining your hands by your side

• you froze in fear, waiting for maul or savage to yell at you

• but no

• this hand spun you around so that you were facing the bed

• it was dark so you couldn't tell who was using the force

• since you knew both of them were force sensitive, you were clueless as to who it was

• well one of them turned on the lights

• "savage?!"

• but it wasn't savage who was using the force

• it was maul

• savage was just very confused

• a tiny laugh tumbled from your lips

• "are you lost baby girl" the red zabrak growled

• a wicked grin painted the golden zabrak's face

• "u-um ya know what- I was just leaving."

• "no. You have something to ask dont you"

• you are very confused as to how he knows that. But the force works in ways you don't quite understand

• "why- why are you sl-"

• you were cut off with a playful snarl

• "sleep like this?"

• "yes" you mumble under your breath

• "well," savage cutting off maul

• his actions earned a not so playful growl from maul

• "in Nightbrother culture we sleep in piles...

• a confused expression painted your face, but you kind of understood

• as a confusedexpression painted savages face too

• "I personally don't know how you humans do it"

• maul looks savage right in the eyes

• "are you fucking daft?"

• the golden zabrak growns

• "they sleep by themselves, savage"

• your aura shifting into a playful mood"well-"

• "I've never experienced sleep like that"

• "no" the red zabrak growls

• "please" you beg

• that look you give him is a look that had always put the zabrak in a trance from day one

• another voice cuts in "maul, it will be fun"

• you guess that look put savage in a trance too

• you giggle "cmon please please please"

• "fine, but its just to get you to shut up"

• you and Savage both have a wide grin on your face

• while maul looks very serious and annoyed

• when you are given the all clear, you hop in bed with them

•Savage on the left of you, maul to the right

• its quite comfortable, as there body heat is lulling you to sleep

• you are so close to drifting of when you feel it

• calloused fingers dragging down the back of your neck

• soon closing in on your neck in a soft but tight grip on your neck

• "shhhh" the crimson Zabrak wispers

• a kiss is planted on your neck, hot and heavy

• as you let out a slight moan, the hand on your neck turns into a hand covering your mouth

• as you grinned into his hand he let go of your mouth, slowly placing it back around your neck

• "you have been a bad girl haven't you"

• you nod into his grip

• "sneaking into our quarters like that

• then begging to sleep in our bed like this"

• you already knew this was going to be the outcome by the aura in the room

• and boy, did you love it

• maul had told you maybe a week after you had first joined them that he goes through something called a heat cycle

• so if he ever says something strange or of sexual nature, to ignore it

•you guessed that was what all this was about

•and if so you wanted to help

•you knew this was going to be daring but just to tease him on a little bit more,

• you started moving your ass against his already obvious excitement

• "and now this. Oh you are nieve, and have no idea what your getting yourself into baby girl"

• you instantly reached for his boxers

• when his free hand stopped you

• "eager are we?"

• he pulled his boxers the rest of the way down and threw them off the bed

• and since you had just a silk gown on, he could have easy access to your already soaking core

• suddenly his thumb is massaging your clit

• you swere you could come right there

• but he stops and retrieves his hand

• "is this what you want baby girl"

• you make a slight nod so savage doesn't wake up

• "now I'll tell you what were gonna do, ok princess?"

• you nod one again

• "good."

• "you are going to be a good girl and take all of my cock"

• you were slightly worried about him as you had seen him before naked in the shower.

• he didn't know you could see him until he looked over and turned around.

• instead of trying to cover himself, he put his hands on his hips, waiting for you to leave

• but you couldn't help yourself from staring at his member

• one thing you remember is it had ridges

• and you had no knowledge of what a zabrak's member looked like

•exept for this one guy who flashed you...

• but you found it quite fascinating

• but what really scared you was the shear size of him

• you couldn't get a good look but from what you could see was that he was about 7 inches

• and you didn't know if he was aroused or surprised because he was very very excited

• you suddenly snapped out of your memory when he pushed his head in slightly

• you were about to moan when one again he caught your mouth

• "shhh princess"

• a tear threatened to roll down your cheek when he let out a growl as he pushed more of himself into you

• stretching you to the max

• and filling you to the brim with bliss

• and finally he was all the way in you

• "now, for your punishment you will not move off of my cock until I tell you to"

•his tone filled with mischief and pure lust

• this was already enough to push you to the edge

• as you nodded once more

• you figured this was how you would be sleeping

• but it hit you a few seconds later when you desperately wanted to move but you know you couldn't

• you wanted to prove to him that you were a good girl

• "so this is how I'm going to be sleeping?" you whispered

• "mmh yes my darling"

• a groan tumbled off of his lips when you positioned yourself to a more comfortable position

• as he nipped your ear he whispered something in a tone you had never ever heard him speak in before

• "your mine"

• oh how this was going to be a long night.

@hxldmxdxwn I thought you would want to see this 😳🥰

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#darth maul #darth maul smut #darth maul x reader #maul #maul smut #smut fanfiction

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Rockabye Royalty (One-Shot)

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"I dont care! Just get out of my house! I'm not taking care of a stupid baby!" Virgil's head rang with the sound of his boyfriend's yells. He hadnt meant for this to happen. He'd been on the pill, there was hardly a time when he wasn't. Erin had promised to keep him safe, he'd promised that nothing was going to break them apart. Yet here he was with fury in his eyes, holding a stick with two lines on it.

"Erin you promised! You said you werent going to leave!" Tears were pouring from Virgil's eyes, his chest was tight, he could barely see straight.

"I never promised anything for a baby!." And then Virgil was on the sidewalk, leaning against the building with his head in his hands. He couldn't go back inside to get his things, that was for sure.

"I'm so sorry. . ." He whispered, holding a hand to his stomach. They were supposed to be a family, they were supposed to be happy together. He was only twenty, he couldnt take care of a baby.

Virgil waited for himself to calm down, staring up at the sky in the hopes that no one would look at him.

When he finally calmed down he made his way to the nearest hotel he could find, he supposed it was lucky he'd always remembered his friend's advice of keeping the large bills in bras, Erin had always hated looking at those. Virgil pulled out a few before walking inside, covering up with his hoodie so it didnt look strange.

"How many nights can this cover?" Virgil said to the woman at the desk, placing a few twenties on the counter. He bit his lip, not really expecting an answer.

The woman looked him up and down, a sympathetic look in her pale green eyes.

"Stay as long as you need sweetheart, I'll cover it for you," Virgil let out a sigh of relief, he felt like he was about to start crying.

"Thank you thank you thank you-" he stopped himself from adding anymore thank yous at the last minute.

"Do you need anything special in particular?" Asked the woman, Virgil scanned for her name tag, Mrs. Evans.

"I uh-" he paused, shuffling his feet. He wasnt sure this would count as special arrangements or get him turned away. Subconsciously he pulled his hoodie further over his stomach.

Mrs. Evans' eyes widened, a look of realization dawning on her face. She ducked under the counter and thrust a key into his hands.

"Here you go, room 13, and dont you worry about meals or anything, it's all free," she pushed a few magazines toward him, a quick scan of the covers showed him a few job opportunities. Virgil merely nodded, scooping up the magazines and rushing off to the room, he heard Mrs. Evan's making a call in the distance, she sounded worried, he felt a twinge of guilt in his chest.

The room was larger than he'd expected for only having one bed. There was a tv, multiple appliances, including a coffee machine, and of course, a bathroom. Virgil sat down in the couch at the corner of the room, opening the blinds slightly before holding his hands to his face.

"Oh gods what am I going to do for clothes? I cant go looking for jobs yet! I wouldnt even be able to stay that long!" He didnt really know who he was talking to, there was no one else in the room.

He got an answer to his question a few days later when what seemed to be a trash bag full of clothing showed up on his doorstep. He picked up the card attached to it, but all that was there was the image of a heart bursting into flames, with a crown around its middle. Virgil shrugged and dragged the clothes into the room. It was mostly hoodies and overly large t-shirts, but there were a few outfits in an appropriate size as well. He set to work on hanging them all up, ignoring the pain in his stomach.

The real problem started a few months later. He'd been laying on his bed watching the tv and flipping through a magazine when he felt it, the baby was coming.

He didn't think he'd have time to get to the hospital, but he remembered an offer Mrs. Evan's, or Cassira as he knew her now, had made a few days after he'd gotten there. He buzzed the front desk quickly and in a matter of minutes, there she was.

Virgil didnt remember much else, if he was being honest with himself he'd probably passed out. When he opened his eyes he was laying in the bath tub, a mess of towels and a pair of underwear and sweatpants discarded on the floor. He blinked a few times, and then he heard crying.

"Shhh, shhh, it's ok little one,look, daddy's awake, its ok," Cassira was holding something swaddled in Virgil's hoodie, she passed it over to him and he held the small child in his arms.

"Its a girl," Cassira said, not putting much emphasis on the last word.

"Hi," Virigl said softly, looking at the mini version of himself swaddled in the jacket. She had the same soft face, and the same purple and green heterochromia, though her hair was a more jet black color, like Erin's. She smiled as she looked at Virgil, letting out a laugh somewhat like wind chimes.

"You let me know if you need anything," said Cassira. Virgil nodded and watched her leave.

He sat there for a while, watching the bundle in his arms with a fond smile on his face.

"I think we'll call you, Olivia," Virgil said, holding her close.

It took him a few minutes to finally get out of the tub, clean up, and redress himself, all the while keeping Olivia safe.

About six years had passed, Virgil was working full time at a retail job, the only thing he could get while he was working on a degree in Education. When he wasnt working or studying, all of his time went to Olivia. While they were still living at the hotel, Virgil had finally started earning enough to pay for her clothes and schooling and at least a few toys. He was looking into houses as well, he couldn't live in Room 13 for the rest of his life, even if it was free.

Virgil watched Olivia play with a rubik's cube he'd bought her as he wandered the aisles of the shopping center, uncomfortably aware of the people around him.

"Remus I'm just saying! It's not that bad of an idea!" Virgil stopped the cart just moments before a tall man with dark crimson hair and green eyes walked out in front of it.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Virgil growled.

The man stopped "Remus I'm gonna have to call you back," he said, hanging up the phone.

"Sorry about that," he said.

"And who is this little princess," the man turned his attention to Olivia, who was sticking her tongue out in concentration over the colorful block in her hands.

"'m Olivia," she said quietly, giggling.

"And we were just leaving," Virgil said, anxious to get out of the aisle. Whoever this man was, he didnt want to be near him for to long.

The man opened his mouth to speak, but Virgil was already pushing past him.

But that wasnt the last time he'd meet the man. The two started seeing each other at nearly every store, on the way to the movies, and eventually, at the hotel itself.

"Ok, can you just admit you're stalking me like some freak or are you just going to act all innocent every time we bump into each other," Virgil said, covering Olivia's ears.

"I'm not doing it on purpose!" Said the man, Virgil took a step back.

"Wait- I didnt mean-" the man paused for a second, looking at his hands.

"Look, I'm not intentionally trying to meet up with you, though you seem like a nice guy, my name is Roman Prince-Duke, I run a modeling agency with my brother," Roman said, tapping his fingers together.

"Oh?" Virgil raised an eyebrow slightly.

"I wasnt taking pictures of you! I mean I'd like to- but like as a job! Not in a creepy way!" Virgil's face went red. This seemed to catch Olivia's attention, as she finally stopped fumbling with his hoodie strings to look over at Roman.

"Daddy's gonna marry a prince," she whispered, causing the blush on Virgil's face to grow even further. Roman let out a small chuckle, covering his mouth.

"Ollie that's not how it works sweetie," Virgil said with a laugh.

"So how much would I be paid? What are the requirements?" Virgil asked.

"Fifty dollars per photo, and you get to make the decision on outfits used and pose adjustments," Roman said.

"Alright, I'll bite," Virgil said, if he was honest, he'd do anything to get out of his current job.

It was about a week before he could finally make the shift. He'd decided to bring Olivia with him to the building. It was large and ornate, posters of attractive men and women were smiling down at him. But it was different, the people in the photos were dancing, singing, they were acting like people. Virgil pushed the door open, snatching Olivia out just before she started spinning it in circles.

"Daddy look!" Olivia pointed upwards towards a fountain at the center of the room.

"I see it Ollie," Virgil said, smiling. He walked to the front desk, where a short man with light brown hair and round glasses was typing away at a computer.

Virgil was about to open his mouth before the boy looked up, and noticed Olivia.

"Oh my gosh look at you! Arent you just the cutest thing!" Olivia giggled as the man ruffled her hair.

"You must be Virgil then? Roman's been absolutely raving about you," said the man.

"Did I hear my name Patton?" Roman said as he walked into the room, and then he noticed Virgil.

"Virgil! Lovely!" He clasped his hands together.

"Come with me, Patton can take care of Olivia while we're at our meeting," Roman said. Virgil stood there for a few seconds, looking between Patton and Olivia before finally letting go of her hand. She rushed behind the desk and stood on her tiptoes to stare at the computer.

Roman's office was covered in decorations of mythical creatures and outfit designs. In the center es a desk with two large and comfy looking chairs in front and behind it. Virgil sat down in the one in front, watching as Roman made his way to the opposite one.

"So, first things, you seem to be more into comfort yes? Overly large sweaters, t-shirts, sweatpants, that kind of thing?" Virgil nodded.

"Anything you absolutely wont do? Any aversions to skirts? Dresses?" Roman continued.

"As long as it's not form fitting and you cant see anything on my chest or below my waist I dont care," Virgil replied. Roman nodded and wrote something down.

Virgil had been at the job for about two months when he noticed the changes. He'd already known that he thought Roman was hot, but now Roman seemed to want to be around him more as well.

They went out for ice cream after photo shoots, Roman came with Virgil to pick out a new house, if Virgil needed a break Roman would let Patton watch Olivia so they two of them could have spa days.

Virgil had been suppressing it for a while, he didnt want to believe he was falling in love again, or that a boy was falling in love with him. He was afraid, afraid Roman would become the new Erin. But fate seemed to have other plans.

They were relaxing in a hot tub, Virgil's back pressed up against one of the jets, head resting on the outer rim.

"Virgil, I've been planning on this for a while, and I think now might be the best time to tell you," Roman spoke softly, but Virgil could still feel his limbs tense.

"You can say no if you want, I wont mind, but I think- I think I want to go on a date with you, like an official one," Virgil looked up, clutching the edge of the 'seat'.

"Well- I uh- I mean you're very nice but I-" Virgil could feel tears forming in his eyes.

"Oh no no Virgil- dont cry- I understand, you dont have to, we can just be friends," Roman pushed Virgil's hair out of his face, worried evident in his eyes.

"I-I do want to be more than friends- but I-" Roman's eyes widened suddenly, his hand instinctively moving to Virgil's side, his thumb brushing against Virgil's stomach.

"I wont, I swear, you have my permission to chuck me off a building if I do," Roman said, earning a laugh from Virgil.

Virgil wrapped his arms around Roman's neck, pressing their foreheads together and smiling.

"Then yes, I will date you," and Roman pulled Virgil into a kiss that would only be rivaled by the one they shared ten years later, with Olivia by Virgil's side, and her girlfriend by Roman's, as Virgil finally realized he'd found the man who would keep him and his daughter safe for as long as the family lived.

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Tag list:

@nerosdayinhell

@meowthefluffy

@youtuberswithalex

@thecolorfulolive

@frog-candy-bee

@spooky-scary-virgil

@boobmaster69

@melodiread

@thefivecalls

#cori writes #ts patton #ts virgil #ts remus #ts sides #ts roman #long post #tw abuse #abuse tw #pregnancy tw #tw pregnancy #birth tw #tw birth #tw panic attack #panic attack tw #tw anxiety attack #anxiety attack tw #tw crying #crying tw #prinxiety #romantic prinxiety

[hauntinglesbian]

Thank you sm @honeyvenable for tagging me! <3 

Rules: Answer the following questions and tag 10 of your followers that you would like to get to know better.

Name: stevie

Gender: female - she/her

Zodiac: virgo, is that ok?

Age: 25 :(

Height: wouldnt you like to know weather boy. (fine 5′6)

Phone wallpaper: DONT judge me but... lockscreen is my icon and my home one is also sarah ...

House: ravenclaw? but also im not 100% sure 

Ever have a crush on a teacher?: im a lesbian, so obviously. ill share two, one was the other kindergarten teacher and the second was my music teacher in high school 

Coolest Halloween costume: i would have to say the one my mom made me when i was little, blue from blues clues!

Favorite 90s show: had to google but i guess if im forced to pick freaks and geeks/futurama shhh

Last kiss: as if i remember

Have I ever been stood up?: yes once, but i was actually very happy because it was a date with some guy and again im lesbean. and i used it as an excuse to not go on another one, love that for me

Favorite pair of shoes: these high heel black soft boots that i have only worn twice and both times were to a family members funeral :/ i hope to one day afford gayer shoes but rn im too poor. anyone wanna help a gay out????

Ever been to Vegas?: no but i would like to, probably with a big group of friends which i dont have. i think travelling anywhere with a bunch of friends would be fun. but like where would i find all these friends? and money?

Favorite book: im illiterate 

Favorite fruit: peach - the lesbian apple, predictable maybe? but no i do love them, even the fuzz

Stupidest thing I've ever done: i cant remember because everyday i wake up and do the dumbest shit imaginable ????

Favorite TV show: top i would say desperate housewives because i literally was like ok i wont k word myself because id like to see the next episode. santa clarita diet - i wouldnt have said that before but its probably the one ive watched the most. also i watched a lot of gentleman jack.

Last movie I saw in theaters: what? oh uhh i dont remember but i think it was embarrassing so i shant be sharing that with you all xx

Tagging (cool people who i havent talked to at all or very much cause that was the point right?): @sarahspaulson @hwy-unicorn @daniwouldnever @mariskahargitay @stephensking @pearplate @aksjaksjjdks @marvelfansince08love @directorpaulson and @pluied-ete (sorry for tagging u again)

#obviously no one has to do this #just if youd like to #also if i didnt tag u and u want to do this then say i tagged u :) ill be reading them all btw #that offer is to everyone and anyone #about me #personal #tag game

[catsmeowarchived]

°✧                12 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER

ONE ( ALIAS / NAME ):   bunny! TWO ( BIRTHDAY ): june 29th THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ): im definitely a cancer sun, and from my chart im a sagittarius moon and a virgo rising FOUR ( HEIGHT ): 5′2″.. rip FIVE ( HOBBIES ):  i really like handy crafts tbh!! like crochet, embroidery, etc ive actually taught myself how to do both of those. i also really like making edits and graphic design!! SIX ( FAVOURITE BOOKS ):  it’s gonna be a bunch of non fiction because i haven't read for pleasure such a long timer sjdfkaj but telling the truth about history by joyce appleby, et al is one of my favorites, its a great look at how the study of history has changed in the decades after wwii and how making room for marginalized voices creates an even more accurate picture of history. between women: friendship, desire, and marriage in victorian england & nameless offences: homosexual desire in the 19th century are also very good reads SEVEN ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO ):  i like (the idea of) you - tessa violet EIGHT ( LAST SHOW WATCHED ): the defenders sjkfhsd NINE ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ): honestly... i cant even remember what the exact inspiration was for making this blog. i just started reading the comics more and then i was making a character playlist, then icons, then a promo and before i knew it i was making a whole blog for her. i just kind of got sucked into felicia as a character and that there was a lot to explore with her while simultaneously being just a fun character to write TEN ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ): its a bad cat joke jdfjksd 

stolen from : @toxivy ♡  tagging : @arachnrd (shhh i know but i wanna see you fill it out) @murdcck @hercbled  & anyone else who would like to!!

#( can you guess what i wrote my thesis on based on my book recommendations sjdfdh) #｡✧. ooc; mun posts

[ryanberga]

any tips for someone who wants to make edits? (note, im super poor, so i cant afford fancy software. 😔 is there any good cheap or even free editing software? or should i... totally not pirate... shhh)

well i totally did not pirate photoshop so my suggestion would be for you to totally not pirate photoshop as well👀

but seriously my suggestion is to find a cracked version of photoshop! i only use photoshop for edits, so i'm not in the position to vouch for the quality of cheap or free software and don't even really know about what alternatives there are, although i know that there definitely are some (someone feel free to reply to this if you have info on photoshop alternatives!). i don't remember where i found my ps download, otherwise i'd link it here, but i'm pretty sure i just searched around tumblr until i found a link that worked (note that there are a ton of broken/outdated ps download tutorials out there that you'll have to wade thru before you find one that works—again, someone feel free to reply if you have a link handy!) it's actually pretty easy to do if you can find a working tutorial with links/downloads that work! just search the tags for photoshop download tutorials, and you're bound to find something eventually!

EDIT: google searching "tumblr photoshop download tutorial" will prove more fruitful than going through the tags. i'm pretty sure this is how i found my link lmfao

EDIT 2: @cauldronofmorning says gimp is free and works for photo edits!

EDIT 3: @captainstrangequill provided this link for potential photoshop downloads!

EDIT 4: @jinseibluetooth said: i'd suggest for the anon to look at piratebay or another torrent tracker for a ps torrent download! just check the comments, they usually tell you if the download really works, or any other kink you need to work out

#anonymous #answered #i hope this helped! #ps help

[jensrolt]

tagged by finn!! tysm these were fun questions💛💫 @boysrunaway

appearance

I’m over 5’5” ((what is this in cm?? JWHSJAJS I-)) // I wear glasses // contacts // I have blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have blue eyes // I have dyed or highlighted my hair ((temporarily and it was pink ombre ends)) // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces ((had)) // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup ((very minimal, just tinted lipbalm and the occasional eyeliner)) // I don’t often smile ((WHOOPS I try though)) // I am pleased with how I look ((yeah sometimes)) // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backward

hobbies & talents

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition ((I think I have but I cant remember)) // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim ((🏊‍♀️ I hate doing freestyle)) // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to TV shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year ((I've started so many one-offs but haven't finished 👁👄👁)) // I enjoy spending time with friends ((depends)) // I travel during school or work breaks // I can do a handstand

relationship

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend I have known for ten years // My parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // My crush has confessed to me // I have a long-distance relationship // I am an only child ((I'm the eldest of three)) // I give advice to my friends ((hell yeah, lmaooo 😎)) // I have made online friends ((YESS I LOVE THEM ALL💕💕💕)) // I met up with someone I have met online ((ughh I wish, I wish I wasn't so far or at least i'm in the same timezone 😪😔 ))

aesthetic

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sunrise ((I used to everyday when I was in highschool)) // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // The sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like ((I WANNA KNOW SO BAD)) // I listen to music to fall asleep ((sometimes hehehe)) // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // Autumn is my favorite season

misc.

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend ((irl yeah, idk about here though lmao)) // I live by a certain quote(s) // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick-shift ((😎✌💫 although I've forgotten how to but shhh I have a license for it)) // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower ((yeah sometimes)) // I wish I lived in a video game ((!!! harvest moon or stardew valley)) // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least three dogs // I used to have a cat ((I have a cat, I used to have 4 more))

tagging if you'd like @norangensft @something-like-a-sunflower @bauwens @kirayukmuras @welcometo-saturn @anyatylorjoy and anyone reading this!! go go go 💕💕💕

#tag game♡ #long post #feel free to ignore💕 #thinking about... a septum piercing + repiercing my ears + additional piercings 👀👀👀 #my longest bff relationship is 7 years sjksks

[hallowthyname]

tag 8 ppl you’d like to get to know better!

tagged by @spnfinalseason, tysm!

• favorite colors: it really depends tbh. atm i like soft yellows and dark blues and some greys

• last song i listened to: the horror and the wild by the amazing devil

• favorite musicians: madeliene hyland and joey batey (of the amazing devil)

• last film i watched: the second pirates of the carribean movie i cant remember what it’s called

• last tv show i watched: a:tla

• favorite original character: if by “original” you mean “i made them up all by myself” then probly the main character in my most recent wip (if anyone wants links the intro is on my writeblr)

• sweet, spicy, or savory: usually savory but atm it’s Craving Time so sweet wins

• sparkling water, tea, or coffee: coffee

• any pets?: a doggo but i really want a cat shhh i’m not allergic at all nope

oh gosh i’ll tag uh @pepperatthedisco @pepperland-timelord @thatbackgroundslytherin @satans-poptarts @rxsewritestoo @doctorsapphic @doctorthasmin @definitely-a-living-human if y’all want to! no pressure lol n if i didnt tag u but u want to do this feel free :D

#tag game #tysm!

[thequeenb]

Jealousy

Pairings: KamilahxMC

Jealousy wasn't something she felt comfortable with nor a feeling she liked. It always made her feel insecure and uneasy about herself.

But there she was once again. She was put for another time in this position where she has to face one of Kamilah's ex lovers.

Her name was Aiko, a member of The Five the most powerful vampires who control Japan. Her hair was in a ponytail and her dark blue suit looked perfect on her, perfect for Kamilah.

As Takeshi and Jax had an argument with the Five always interrupting them, Amy noticed Aiko stealing glances at Kamilah who looked tensed yet amused?

"Call me crazy but..do you feel a vibe between these two?" Lily whispered close to Amy who hated her best friend right now.

"Shhhh" it was the only thing that she could say without showing anyone that she wishes she never witness this moment.

"We cant let them come here!" Aiko's harsh voice echoed through the room

Kamilah fought down a sarcastic laugh "Cut it Aiko, you are only bitter because i left you"

Amy's eyes went wide when Kamilah finally confirmed they were a thing. She only remember a scene from her vision, one that haunted her dreams.

All her anger took over, her blood was boiling. Adrian asked everyone to be in their best behaviour but she was so jealous that every part of her body yelled at her to interrupt

Squaring up her shoulders she took a step forward "Hey!! You can't talk to any of my friends this way, i listen to you going off for at least five minutes now and its so irritating"

Everyone stopped to stare at her. Kamilah looked at her angrily for even thinking to make that step.

"You imbecile.." Aiko started to talk but she never finished

"Oh please! You are just angry that Kamilah saw nothing on you and left you for someone better" she now flipped her hair smirking

Aiko took a dangerous step forward to Amy. Kamilah tried to approach but a guard held her back.

"And who the hell are you?" her eyes were now red, her expression annoyed

"Oh Kami didn't break the news to you? We are together"

As Amy and Aiko were literally arguing Lily leaned in closer to Kamilah and whisper

"Are you guys official?"

"I guess we are" she said shrugging

"Girl i shipped it since beginning" Lily said excitedly

Kamilah turn to look at her with confusion in her eyes "Shipped it? What the ships have to do with our relationship?"

Lily held her laugh "Remind me to introduce you to the modern slang"

"I dont care if you are one of the Five i will kill you mys--"

"A threat!! She threatened me!! Guards!" Aiko commanded as they pushed her back

"You little--"

"Enough!! If Kano accept her they will stay, but if not i dont want to see any of your faces again" Zhang said angrily

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Everyone followed Takeshi to his penthouse. When they got in the first thing Amy did was lock herself in the bathroom, her anger was not wearing off. Lily signed following behind

"Ames its me open up" she said knocking at the door

"Leave me alone" Amy said from the opposite side

"Girl i can break down this door if i want to!"

And with that Amy cracked it open, fresh tears running down her cheeks

"Shhh, i am here okay?" Lily said hugging her tight

"I just dont understand Lily, the universe seems to hate me" her expression was sad, regretting.

"And Kamilah will now think i am an immature child yelling at the people who we need"

Lily sat back and listened to her friend going off about how Kamilah will now hate her

"Amy" for the first time Lily gave her a serious look

"Kamilah doesn't hate you, she will never hate you, have you seen the way she looks at you? She is in love"

Amy laughed sarcastically "Yea right, the sexual tension between her and Aiko was so thick a knife could cut it through"

"You are unbelievable when you are jealous" they both laughed but Amy's was bitter

"I think you two should talk things out, see where you stand"

She knew her friend was right, but she was terrified to talk to Kamilah right now, what if she is angry at her?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door "Sorry to interrupt but..Can i have a moment with you alone?" Kamilah appeared at the door, concern written all over her eyes

"Aaaaaand thats my cue to leave" Lily hugged her before she let them alone.

Kamilah didn't knew how to act. She knew Amy was blind with jealousy and threaten Aiko but on the other hand that could have ended bad for all of them.

Amy looked up at Kamilah who leaned uncomfortably against the door entrance looking down at her like she was a lost puppy

"Dont look at me like that" she said pushing her way out the bathroom, all the anger building inside her once again. She couldn't stop thinking about how many lovers of hers she will meet over the centuries they will spend together.

Kamilah followed her out of the building where she started walking towards a park.

It was beautiful. The trees were pink, the stars shined brightly above them.

Amy stopped on a bridge, looking down at the calm waters running bellow her, the nightblooming flowers around her.

But then she saw Kamilah approaching, and she knew a tsunami was close to start and drown everything they ever build

"Stop avoiding me" Kamilah said standing next to her, her eyes fixed on the horizon

Amy signed, she knew she was right, she shouldn't run away. She would probably think she was reckless as she was when she was a human, so she cursed herself understand her breath.

"Hey look at me" Kamilah was now desperate, worried "please tell me what's going on"

Amy's eyes were wet. All the emotions made her suffocate

"Its just constant insecurity and pain Kamilah" she said after a shaky breath

"First it was Gaius, that evil son of a bitch who spent millennia with you and loved you, I died to save you all only for him to return back?"

Kamilah watched as the girl Infront her was torn apart by all of the past events.

"And Serafine? She is so magnetic and beautiful that i want to punch her for being so pretty" she laughed bitterly "she is everything anyone would want"

Her voice now broke, all the jealousy was poured into these words

"And of course now its Aiko, a sexy stunning CEO that is powerful and fearless, why would you ever look at me after that? I am the opposite"

Amy shrugged wrapping her hands around herself. Kamilah placed her soft hands on her cheeks forcing her to meet her gaze

"Oh Amy you are so wrong" she laughed sweetly

"I might had a fling of two--"

Amy cleared her throat

"Okay i might had flings over the centuries but that happens when you live over 2000 years, life gets boring, dull"

Amy signed, it was common logic. Kamilah's hands started to slowly tremble. All the pain of the night that Amy died in her arms replayed over and over again in her head

"But then i met you, and everything changed. You showed me for the first encounter that you dont let anything get pass you. Then of course you were immature but you are only so young, so many things to learn"

Amy rolled her eyes, a faint smile drawing at her lips

"But you fought at our side no matter the cost, no matter the risk. I will never forget the time you died in my arms, saving me i.."

Her throat felt dry, her words got stuck. Amy noticed Kamilah's wet eyes so she took her hands in hers, allowing her to finish

"I told you you were the most wonderful woman i ever met, so brave, so fearless"

Taking a deep breath she said those words. Those words that made Amy smile so wide her jaw was hurting

"And i love you Amy, more than anything"

Overwhelmed she jumped in her hug kissing her passionately. Her chest felt relieved, her heart was beating so fast, as her mind felt like fireworks erupted inside of her. The happiness was unreal

"I love you Kamilah, you cant imagine how much"

They both smiled, kissing freely under the moonlight, letting all the pain and agony melt away, it was just the two of them knowing if they are together, nothing can ever stop them.

Tag list: @trouble-with-the-curve @blackphenix9527 @scarlet-letter-a0114 @lightning-fury @wildsayeed @sayeedbound @amorettemcsky @la-guera-69 @mrskamilxh @thepotatobleh @ilovetaylor13m

#kamilah x mc #kamilah sayeed #bloodbound #lily spencer #kamilah is my queen #bb fanfic #choices fanfiction

[msjr0119]

The Greatest Show

“A Million Dreams”

A new 9 part series- all chapters are based on each song from ‘The Greatest Showman’

Characters belong to Pixelberry except MC - Amber Smith-Beaumont

Warnings: Swearing, sarcasm 😉, smut

Tags - using combined tagged list, if you want to be removed please let me know 👍🏼

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*****

Liam wandered back through the ballroom after his talk with Amber, providing fake smiles. Thinking back to his childhood he had a million dreams that he had dreamt up with his closest friend the Scarlet Duchess.

Liam and Olivia had always been close due to her parents dying young- Constantine had basically taken the young woman under his wing.

Every night I lie in bed

At night time as a young man, Liam would go to his private quarters- laying in bed realising that this country was going to be all of his- due to his brother’s abdication.

The brightest colors fill my head

Whilst laying in bed, he couldn’t sleep- instead he would imagine all the positive things regarding becoming the king. Never thinking about negative thoughts.

A million dreams are keeping me awake

The thoughts kept repeating in his mind, every night. Imaginary adventures of him as king, Olivia as his Queen and Wife- the possibility of children. Something he had looked forward to.

I think of what the world could be

Thoughts regarding how he could be a great king, nothing like what his father is as the present king.

A vision of the one I see

His vision of the future, may be different to others- but he was the next in line, everything decided would be in his hands. It was his turn to create the future, one that only he could see.

A million dreams is all it's gonna take

Keeping his mind open to all the dreams he had imagined- in a way his future seemed clear.

A million dreams for the world we're gonna make

A million dreams that he would make reality with Olivia- that was until they found out about her parents. It was then forced upon him to complete in a social season, as his brother previously did.

He had promised Olivia that as Leo was the crown prince that their dreams would become reality. How wrong was he? Even though Constantine had allowed Olivia to participate in being a suitor- he had made it quite clear that Liam couldn’t choose her as his future Queen. Maybe I should listen to Ambers advise- So just play the game, seem interested in me and the other ladies- then when it comes to your coronation just say her name. It’s simple. Seeing Amber resuming her position along her ‘sponsors’ he took the opportunity to find Olivia and take her somewhere private to explain what his father had said to the newbie.

“Liam, we cant be seen like this.” She said in a seductive manner whilst stroking his arm.

“I know. But I just need to explain something about Lady Amber.”

“You’re falling for her?” Olivia’s eyes were green with envy- paranoid that he would sway.

“No Liv! You’re the only woman for me. My father has asked her to ‘woo’ me.”

“So?”

“But she isn’t interested. There’s something about her- she’s hiding something. She doesn’t want to be here, my father is holding something against her. She suggested to play it fair between everyone then at the coronation just say your name. Rather than marry politically and have the traditional Cordonian marriage. It makes sense. If we can have her on our side, nothing matters.”

“Are you sure she will agree to it? Because if she doesn’t I’ll have my daggers ready to slit her throat...” Liam shook his head, whilst laughing. “However big, however small. Let me be part of it all. Share your dreams with me Liam. You may be right, you may be wrong with decisions. But say that you'll bring me along. To the world you see- to the world I close my eyes to see.”

“Liv, our million dreams we made as children- will become a reality. I love you, you are my future Queen. A million dreams is all it's gonna take. A million dreams for the world we're gonna make. For the world we're gonna make- as King and Queen Of Cordonia. I love you. Sneak into my quarters later.”

*****

“So Amber, are you ready to do the Cordonian waltz with Prince Liam?” Drake smirked at her.

“Ready, it doesn’t mean I want to.”

“Can you even dance?”

“Of course I can, I have Beaumont blood in me. Can you?”

“Nah, I’m not into all that fancy shit.”

“Same, gotta keep up appearances though.”

“What are you hiding? Why are you here?”

“I owe that moron for something I did many moons ago. It came and bit me on the ass. Sooner this thing is over the better. Sorry my phones ringing, if Maxwell asks just tell him it’s Daniel- he will know what you mean.”

Daniel, shit! She has a boyfriend. She’s not safe here- she’s going to cause a scandal.

****

Staring at her phone, she didn’t answer straight away- wondering what lame excuse she could use this time without getting her head caved in. Brett wasn’t stupid- she had began to lie to him about her whereabouts just to see her friends. He was jealous of the friendship she had with Daniel- that jealous, that she made a new Facebook profile and blocked Brett immediately to keep in touch with her friends and family in secret.

“Hey baby. What’s up?”

“Where the fuck are you? Are you in bed with Daniel? Is he lying?”

“No, I’m not with Daniel. I have never slept with him. He’s a friend. If you must know, I’m with my cousins- in Co- Canada. I’ll be back soon baby. They came into some money and invited me along. Everyone needs a vacay right? I’m missing you. I love you Brett. But I have to go.”

“Amber! If you are not back in New York by tomorrow- you’ll be wishing you hadn’t left!” Hanging up abruptly, she felt as if she was about to hyperventilate. Tears began to stream down her face.

“Hey. Are you okay?” He asked softly.

*****

Drake stood smirking at Liam, talking to all the women. Kiara came upto him after her talk with Liam. Since they were children, Kiara had become fond of the commoner- almost suffocating him every time she saw him. He hadn’t seen her in a year or so- when he witnessed her walking towards him he had hoped that someone would rescue him.

“Bonjour Drake. Ca va?” Ca va fuck off kiara!

“Hello Ki. You’re looking well.”

“As are you. You become more handsome every time I see you.” Stroking her hand along his arm, he didn’t want to make a scene but wished she would just leave him be.

“Erm thanks. You should really stay with the other suitors.”

“What like the Beaumont’s suitor? Apparently she’s their cousin, but I think they are lying. She doesn’t act noble.”

“Not everyone wants to be noble Ki.”

“I’ve been watching you, you’ve not kept your eyes off her.”

“Yes because she is a newbie. I need to suss her out for Liam.”

“We know that’s not true Drake.” Before Drake could respond by spouting more lies Maxwell and Bertrand came bounding over. Thank fuck! Surely she will leave me alone.

“Lady Kiara, it’s so nice to see you.”

“You too your grace. Au reviour.”

“Where the fuck have you two been? She’s annoying and I’m stuck on my own with her!”

“The more important question - where is amber?”

“She’s on the phone to Daniel- her boyfriend I assume?”

“Shit!” The brothers said in unison.

“What’s up?”

“She’s not on the phone to Daniel, she’s on the phone to her arsehole boyfriend Brett!”

*****

“Hey. Are you okay?” Wiping her tears, she didn’t want to show herself up.

“Er yeah I’m fine.”

“I’m Prince Leo, you probably won’t remember me. I’m around eight years older than you but shhh don’t tell anyone.”

“You look good for your age, remind me to buy you a zimmer frame for your next birthday your highness.”

“Hey cheeky! Remind me to suture your lips together to keep that sarcasm in that American mouth of yours.”

“Good come back.”

“Are you coming back inside? You look cold.”

“I’m fine, it’s a bit stuffy in there. Full of stuffy nobles.”

“You’re a noble too.”

“Like hell I am. Noble blood yes. I’m not an heir or anything like that. I’m a bit rusty with the noble lifestyle. I only had Max, Bertrand and Uncle Barthelemy teach me when i was younger. But it’s easy to pick up right? Especially if it’s only for a month.” Uncle.. hmm okay Amber. Their family is more dysfunctional than mine and Walkers. None of them have a clue.

“I’m sure your COUSINS will teach you all you need to know.” Emphasing the word cousins- he wished that they all knew the truth.

“Yeah, they’ll take me to the other side. The dark side of being a noble.” Winking at him, he liked her sense of humour.

“There you are! What has he done to you?”

“Hey I’ve done nothing!” Leo exclaimed defending himself.

“Not you! Amber a word inside now.”

The brothers escorted her inside, Drake and Leo following shortly behind. Standing in a corner they were arguing with her discreetly. Before she stormed off abruptly. Maxwell ran upto Drake- out of breath.

“Buddy, could you go and check on her? No one notices that you’re at these events anyway- so you won’t be missed. We are going to have to say that she’s jetlagged and talk to Connie, Regina and Liam.”

“I’m not a fucking babysitter Max!”

“Please. I’ll buy you a crate of beer? Whiskey?”

“Fine!”

*****

Knocking on the door, she answered crying assuming it was Maxwell and Bertrand.

“What are you doing here?”

“Apparently I’m here to babysit you.”

“I don’t need babysitting Drake, thank you but no thank you.”

“If you want to talk or bitch about nobles I’m your man, and I have whiskey.” Waving the bottle around, her eyes widened, her lips curled up.

“Why didn’t you say so?”

“You didn’t give me chance to.” Allowing him into her room, she pulled two tumblers out. Wiping her make up off- she was ready to collapse on her bed.

“Could you unzip my dress for me? It’s doing my head in. I’m usually a legging and hoody kind of girl.”

“Erm sure.” Unzipping it, she stood out of it in front of him. Gulping - he knew he had to avert his eyes.

“Amber, you do know I’m stood here right? You could have warned me so I could have turned away- given you some dignity and privacy.”

“What’s up Drake? Haven’t you seen a girl in her underwear before? Oh god you’re a closet gay aren’t ya? I’ve never had a gay best friend.”

“I’m not gay... I’m totally into women. Can you please put some clothes on.”

“Okay okay. Chill out. You sort the whiskey out and I’ll get dressed.” Returning the lounge area, she had pulled her hair into a loose pony tail. Wearing a crop top and shorts, she was ready to let her hair down and act normal behind closed doors.

“Hey, why don’t we ‘Netflix and chill’... you guys have Netflix right?” Drake nearly choked on his whiskey.

“You do know what that means?”

“Yeah, chill out and binge on Netflix series.”

“You really should dye your hair blonde to match your personality.”

“Why?” Scowling at him, she was beginning to dislike his personality.

“It’s an euphemism for sexual activity. You know like casual sex.....”

“Oh god. I say it all the time. No wonder my friends back at home have stopped talking to me. Shit. You learn something new everyday. Imagine if I said that to Bertrand.”

“He’d have a heart attack and be put in an early grave.”

The two of them spoke about their experiences in the states, both having a lot more in common than they knew about. They had finished a full bottle of whiskey before they knew it.

“If you get any spare time during the social season, I’ll take you to the stables and go for a ride with you.”

“I’d like that. Thank you for cheering me up. You’re a great guy- not the miserable bastard that Maxwell describes you as.”

“Just wait until I see him. Goodnight Amber.” Kissing her on the cheek, he left the room.

She’s fine, no need for babysitting. I’ve left her now. See ya tomorrow Beaumont.

Thanks Drake, they fell for the excuse. See ya tomorrow buddy.

*****

Drake returned to his room, he was unsure what to think about Amber. He enjoyed her sense of humour, he believed she was beautiful, he had never held feelings towards a woman before. Due to growing up around nobles, they all criticised him due to the lack of title. Amber however had only just met him and had called him a great guy. Thinking about her made his cock twitch- feeling guilty, he released his manhood. Shit. Walker she’s here for Liam, even though she has a boyfriend. What is up with you? Holding his cock, he gently rubbed up it up and down gradually increasing his speed, eventually spilling his seed all over his hand. This must never happen again, he thought. A million dreams are keeping me awake.

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[taronfanfic]

Promise - Part 2

“It’s a good job I love you.” Taron said as he shook his head with a slight disbelief at how the night had turned out. You gave him a coy smile back from the other side of the taxi and reached out your hand into the centre seat, offering it out for him to take. He slid his palm into yours and then linked his fingers. “You’re such a fucker… know exactly which buttons to press to really piss me off.”

“Likewise.”

“Nah come on, they’re not even remotely on the same scale.” Taron tried to laugh it off, but his inability to apologise to you didn’t go unnoticed.

“What? You’re saying I shouldn’t have been pissed off with you?”

“Not really, because I had a point.” You sharply withdrew your hand from his as you felt your face drop into sheer annoyance. “That was a red carpet event price tag for a very much private party with a load of film crew and extras!”

“Yeah and you fucking told me to treat myself. I’m sorry for wanting to get dressed up so we could spend the night being loved up after having very little time together these past few months. Apparently that’s a crime these days…”

“Fuck off.” He rolled his eyes at you.

“No, I’m not having it, T.”

“But I’m meant to sit here and accept that you were all over Richard tonight? He’s my best mate, Y/N. Do you know how that looked to everyone else there?”

“I don’t care, I had a lot of fun with Rich.”

“Rich…” Taron scoffed back. “You barely know him.”

“I know him a lot better after tonight.” You continued to deliberately provoke Taron. “Strong hands and arms… very nice bum, and those dreamy eyes…”

“Stop. Just fucking stop!” Taron hit his fist against the door of the taxi before letting out a loud sigh of frustration.

The silence fell sharply for the rest of the journey home. You made your way inside and up the stairs to the bedroom where you continued to ignore each other. Your dress was left on the floor, teeth cleaned, make-up removed and then you pulled one of Taron’s old t-shirts over your head before climbing into your side of the bed. Taron was already beneath the covers, lying on his side and facing away from you. Sleeping with the atmosphere between you felt horrible but you didn’t know what to say. All you wanted was to be back in his arms, feeling warm and loved, but you weren’t sure that he’d accept an apology this late on.

As you turned over to face the centre of the bed you started to lightly trace a finger across the back of Taron’s shoulders and then up to the hairs at the back of his neck. When he didn’t flinch away from your touch you moved yourself in closer to him and stroked your hand down his back and over his hip as you pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. “I love you.”

Taron placed his hand over yours and pulled it down to his soft stomach so you were fully spooning him. You placed another kiss to his back as you ran your fingertips up through the back of his hair.

“I’ve just missed you and wanted to make tonight special, but instead I fucked it all up. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.” He replied as he started to shift his weight and turn onto his back so you were draped down his side instead, legs now intertwined. “Money doesn’t matter to me, but seeing you be happy does. It just hurt to see you having fun without me tonight.”

“You know I’d have rather spent the night with you, that dress was for you.”

“You looked incredible.” Taron lifted your hand and placed it down over his heart.

“I wish you’d have told me that earlier… but as far as replacements go, Richard’s a pretty sweet deal.”

“I know.” Taron laughed softly. “Easy to fall in love with those eyes, isn’t it?”

“Very, but his bum doesn’t come remotely close to yours.”

“That’s good to know.” Taron turned his face closer to yours and let you place a loving kiss to his lips. “I like that Rich likes you too, that you get along well.”

“He was lovely, and just wanted us to sort things out. I did apologise for using him like that too.”

“It’s ok, he knew… he knew it would work too!”

“So did I.” You grinned cheekily.

“Fuck you.” Taron smiled widely as he moved over you and held you tightly between his thighs. It was exactly where you’d wanted to be for weeks and as you stared up into his eyes you felt the rush of excitement descend through your body at what was about to happen. He placed one hand to the side of your face as he leant in to kiss you deeply. His tongue danced with yours as the kiss lengthened, never breaking apart even when your hands started to roam up and down his skin. Eventually you moaned and pulled away as Taron’s hand slipped between your thighs and went straight for your clit with an intense pressure.

“Fuck, Taron.” You moaned out as you closed your eyes and tired to spread your legs wider.

“You like that?” He asked seductively before dropping his lips to your neck as he continued to massage your nub. More moans left your chest in response, your hand clinging on to Taron’s shoulder as you bucked your hips up against his fingers.

“Please,” You begged “Taron… I need you. I want you.” Wrapping your fingers around the back of his neck you pulled him in to your lips and kissed him roughly. “This is how I wanted tonight to end.”

“Me too.”

“I. Love. You. So. Much.” Your words were broken by quick kisses being shared and as Taron heard the L word he couldn’t help but smile and press his body and lips in tighter against yours.

“I love you more, now take this off.” He instructed happily as he tugged at the neck of the t-shirt you were wearing before climbing off you and pulling his boxers down his thighs. There was only chance to look him up and down once before he was back on you and helping to get you naked. You lifted your arms in the air as he pulled your t-shirt up and over your head, then wrapped them around his neck so you could spend more time kissing him. Making out was almost the best part of post-argument sex. You felt his hands lower to your bum and lift you up so your legs could wrap around his hips; then he flipped you over so you were on top and in control.

“Hello handsome,” You commented with a smirk from your new position above him. “You ready for me?”

“So ready.” He hummed in response, wrapping his arms around your back as you lowered your chest to his and started to kiss him again. The friction felt warm between your legs as you ground your hips back and forth against Taron’s stiff cock. He moaned softly as he dragged your lip out between his teeth and let his hands lower from your back to your arse. There was a playfulness to him tonight that you hadn’t seen in a long time. Maybe it was the champagne, or maybe it was fleeting feelings of jealousy still lingering from seeing you with Richard. Either way you loved it so rewarded him by guiding his length into you without too much teasing.

“I’d almost forgotten how good you feel.” You sighed happily as you sat up and placed both hands flat on Taron’s chest as you started to ride him.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he replied as he watched you with lust filled eyes. “I’ve missed you, and I’m sorry it’s been so long.”

“Shhh.” You placed a single finger to his lips and smiled down as he kissed it lightly before sucking it into his mouth, nipping you softly on the way out. “I love it when you’re like this.”

“I just wanna kiss you and bite you all over… I can’t help it.” He sat up as you ran your fingers through the top of his hair to leave him dishevelled, then leant in to kiss you deeply again. It caused your rhythm to slow as you focused on the kiss and the feel of his palm pressing firmly against the small of your back. Things had switched from playful to intimate in a matter of seconds and you didn’t want to part from Taron’s body for the rest of the night. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck as you circled your hips and rocked slowly into him. Before long the only noises filling the room were heavy breaths and muffled moans between loud kisses. Your bodies were warm and starting to sweat with the heat between you, but Taron only pulled you in tighter as he tried to get deeper into you.

“Oh god,” You moaned as you let the feelings take over. “This is so good.”

“I’m close.” He breathed back against your ear. “So close.” Hearing him whisper those words to you was heavenly. Knowing that that was a moment that only you shared with him; only you made him feel that way. The rest of the night didn’t matter.

“I’m there.” You replied as you felt yourself let go and come in his arms with a pleasure filled sigh. Taron smiled into your shoulder as you rode your orgasm out and set his off in the process. You felt him tense beneath you and then heard his moan despite his efforts to contain it against your skin as he locked his lips to your shoulder. As you stilled you moved a hand to the back of Taron’s head and kept him held close as you teased your fingers through his hair softly.

“As much as I hate it when we fight, the sex after is something else.”

“Especially when it’s been so long,”  You agreed. “We’re definitely having morning sex tomorrow.”

Requests: If you were not too busy, could you make me a smutty fanfic about Taron and I getting into a big fight and ending us making out? & Hellllooo so i was wondering if u could do one where taron is mad at the reader for some reason and stops talking to her for the day and they go out for dinner with his costars or something and the reader makes him jealous by being flirtatious and once they get home taron fucks the reader love ur writing

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