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ridingthatd · 5 months

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.｡.: SUKUNAS FILTHY THING

.｡.: sukunaxfem!reader, nsfw, heavy smut, sukuna is filthy, breeding kink, gojo is involved

sukuna wanted you since the first moment he laid his eyes on you- his seven eyes on you, to be more specific. not only in this life, but in all of your 1000 thousands life, each one of them he only seems to fall in love harder and harder- and each life it gets harder and harder for him to let you go, because you seem to make him promise you the same stupid promise in each of your life- to not revive you, at first he just laughed it off.

but to his surprise you were serious every life before you leave his miserable self, you would tell him to promise you that he wouldn't revive you- that he would just look for you in your other life, since you wanted the same feeling of falling in love with him all over again- you claimed it was the best feeling in all of your life's combined. sukuna didn't disagree, watching you bloosm and live all over again brings peace to his cold heart, he wouldn't want you to be like him- living for thousand of years, being sick in the mind, he's aware to the fact he's pure evil and he doesn't mind that one bit- but to his surprise this life of yours is gonna be different.

"who knew i was gonna see my little flower, bearing a seed of another man" sukuna tsk as he stares at your sleeping figure, looking as beautiful as you have always been, but what's different this time was your round belly, pregnant with a baby, the baby of non other then saturo gojo his moral enemy. sukuna couldn't deny that his very attractive, very lovely little filthy human looked so fucking sexy pregnant who probably has no idea what a waste of oxygen the father of her baby is.

you belong to sukuna.

for sukuna, who’s spent more nights than he’d care to admit furiously fisting his cock to the memory of you.

and seeing you pregnant?

even though he can process the thought that you were swollen with this waste of human being man, sukuna could hardly complain about the sight of you, his shaft straining painfully as he lays eyes upon your gloriously swollen, heavy breasts.

"such a sexy little thing" sukuna growls as he make himself comfortable on your bed, hugging you from behind, completely pressing his front against your back, he couldn't help but groan once he take a look at two large wet spots that have soaked through your shirt heavy, swollen breasts. the milk leaking from them, soaking through your clothes and inevitably trailing down your stomach.

two of his large hands make their way under your nightgown toward your preaky nipples poking through your shirt,so full filled with milk that his tongue is aching to lap on, so that's exactly what he do- as soon as his hands reach your swollen breasts, he form a mouth on his palm and place them directly on your nipples, two of his hands are now sucking, drinking your milk.

he purrs at the sweet taste of your milk, so so so sweet just like the clear liquid that he always used to lap on coming from your sweet little pussy.

you gently moan out once he starts sucking your earlobe in his mouth, he knows this is your sensitive spot- and he knows that you can cum just from him sucking on it and your breast- he knows any minute your body will arche and squirt all over the bed, but what he doesn't know was that as soon as you came milk also started squirting out of your boobs.

sukuna growls at the sight of you making a mess, covered in milk, and your clear cum, you were such a sensitive little flower as he always used to say- but pregnancy only seemed to make you more sensitive.

he smirks thinking about the filthy ways he can tease you, he can use your sensitivity against you, ways he can have you sobbing, begging to stuff you both in your sweet pussy and tight little ass.

but not today he isn't patient with the way he roughly use his other two arms to un tie his kimono, while he kept his other two mouth covered hands full with your nipples still sucking on your nipples that he bets are more swollen and bright red by now.

as soon as he takes his kimono off, he hiss as he free his two hard cum leaking cocks, stroking both of them together, as they make a wet noise from how much he has leaked just by making you squirt.

sukuna keep his sinful mouth-hand latched onto your heavy, engorged tits, greedily drinking every spurt of breast milk that comes leaking out of you, the flow growing steadier with each lap and squeeze.

you whine in your sleep clearly not handling the sensitivity, even when sukuna himself put you to sleep, you still arched, whimpered, whined, squirted, your body missing his-

sukuna roughly flip you to your back, while he's on top of you lining his cock, getting ready to stuff your greedy cunt that's clenching around nothing. "tsk look at this, look at you, such a little whore couldn't wait for your masters cock so you used another man's instead" he tsk at you grabbing you harshly by your neck, not caring if it leaves marks- you're his after all.

he shove his tongue past your lips- the same time he shoved his cock inside of your little cunt. you jerk back, your eyes shooting open- just to roll behind your skull, your body was twitching against his, the more you arch the more you moan out.

sukuna doesn't care that you're awake now, it boils his blood with pleasure to see you this way, so drunk off his dick, can't think straight- sukuna doesn't care as he shove his other cock into your tight ass, tearing through it.

"fuuuuuck just like that so fucking tight" he groans into the ceiling, as he slams his hips into you, earning whispers from your, your body reacting to his cocks tearing through you, he looks at your belly, as he growls out.

"this- this baby is gonna be mine, it's gonna be filled with my seed instead so full of it". he only goes faster and faster- in humanly faster, as he leans in place his forehead on yours, caging you in his arms.

it’s the combination of both of his cock hitting harshly into your sweet, sensitive part of nerves and the sight of milk dripping down his chin as he decides to messily drinks from you that sends you tumbling over the edge, your orgasm washes over you. clear liquid squirting from your cunt and soaking the front of sukunas kimono. squirting on him for the second time, sukuna would do anything to have you squirting on him forever, drowning him with your sweet honey.

sukunas eyes darken as he gently picks up your chin with his two fingers, and coo at you "good girl".

"my good fucking girl".

and what drives sukuna mad was- “yours,” you pant. “I’m yours master", your soul remembers his touch so much that you can speak those words mindlessly.

and when he leans down, holding eye contact with you as he licks up your milk that was rolling down one of your tits, from how his fingers pinched your hard bud and made you squirt it out, your body trembles not handling the sensitivity of your nipples, not handling the two cocks that stuffed both of your holes, making sure you can think about anything but his big fat cocks.

he follows moments after you, driving his length in to the hilt as he groans, fingers gripping you tightly, his thick cock pulsing heavily inside both of your holes, as he fills them in, cunt deep with ropes of cum. as fucked out as you feel, you can’t help but whine at the feeling of being filled with his thick cum, shivers run through you as cum leaks out of your ass, your pussy quivers around the stretch of his cock, milking every drop of sukunas seed from him.

sukuna feels you rocking your hips back into him, and his answering a dark chuckle as he reaches between you. he plays with your overstimulated clit, pressing gentle kisses along your jaw and down the side of your neck as his seed begins to leak out of you. you moan softly, head falling against the pillow you and gojo share, pleasure mounting inside of you once more. both of his cocks still inside of you , remains of his softening cock, he slowly fucks his cum back inside of you, his rough whispers of praise a warm caress against the shell of your ear as your entire body feels completely boneless.

he bets gojo would love the sight of you like that too.

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ end ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ

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cupid-styles · 4 months

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I feel like grumpy H gives off a snow day vibes

and you're 1000% right for that

word count: 1.7k

content warnings: smut (dirty talk, mentions of anal and squirting, slight size kink, degradation if you squint, riding)

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Y/N thinks this may actually be heaven on earth.

She's bundled up beneath an array of cozy blankets, burrowed into a plushy bed, and every time she wakes up, she feels her boyfriend's chest pressed against her back. His slow, even breathing is always enough of a lullaby to get her back to sleep in minutes, but especially when the world around them is entirely silent, too.

It's only then that she shuffles a bit, stretching out her ankles and straightening her back. Beside her, she hears Harry stir, pressing a light kiss to the side of her head.

"'s a snow day," he murmurs groggily into her ear. "Go back to sleep."

"Snow day?" Y/N echoes, her eyes peeling open immediately. Harry grunts, though she knows he's just being dramatic, as he always is, as she rises up to her knees, pressing them into the foamy bed. She sits up and leans her elbows against Harry's headboard and peers through his curtains to see that he's correct — their small college town has been inundated with inches of snow, granting them a rare, unplanned day off in the middle of the week.

Y/N loves snow days. Mainly because growing up, the only people who loved them more than her were her parents. She's always been a busy bee, aiming for near-perfect grades, volunteering, tutoring, and working, supplying her with limited free time in her schedule. Even from a young age, Y/N demanded to be in multiple activities to boost her college application.

(Y/N's parents were never sure where such anxieties stemmed from, considering all they wanted was for her to be happy, even if that meant backpacking through Europe for two years after graduating high school.)

So when it snowed hard enough to the point where everything was canceled, Y/N's mom always had activities on deck as a source of stress-relief for her. Hot chocolate, face masks, fuzzy blankets, and her favorite movies queued up. So, naturally, when Y/N's face glowed as she told Harry about these fond memories the second the campus buzzed with the potential of a snow day, he did the same thing.

His girl worked too hard. She was exhausted every night, sometimes even falling asleep on the phone during their evening conversations when she was too tired to come over. While she was at her last class of the day yesterday, Harry quickly ambled to the grocery store, picking up ingredients for her favorite soup, matching pairs of fuzzy socks, and hot chocolate mix. He told her that he would pick her up from her lecture and bring her straight to his place, just in case they ended up getting snowed in.

(Realistically, the thought of having a day off without Y/N by his side all day sounded painful. He'd never admit that this whole plan was as much for him as it was for her. When his housemates snooped through the grocery bag Harry brought home, teasing him about the matching socks, he sent them a deadly glare, muttering out something about them being lonely, annoying assholes.)

Harry's not sure how long he lets Y/N inspect the falling snow through his bedroom window, but he does know that when he glances at the alarm clock on her side, it glowed an angry 8:02 a.m.

"It's way too early to be awake on a day off, lovebug. Come lay back down with me."

She huffs in discontent like a disappointed child. "'s so pretty though."

"You know what's also pretty, though?"

A hum leaves her throat, only to be quickly cut off by Harry grabbing her by the waist and pulling her back down to the bed. She squeals, a giddy, shocked expression on her face as she reaches out to gently bat at his naked chest.

"Harry!" she yelps.

"What?"

He delicately molds her to the side of his body, lightly pushing her head down so it's on his chest. He keeps his arm wrapped firmly around her shoulders, giving them a small squeeze.

"I could've gotten hurt." she mutters stubbornly, her words slightly muffled. Harry chuckles.

"I'd never let that happen," he presses a kiss to her forehead. "Are you gonna go back to sleep now?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "I don't think I can, to be honest. The snow makes me excited."

Harry resists the urge to roll his eyes, "You're like a puppy, I swear to god."

“Meanie.” Y/N murmurs through a teasing smile. He raises his eyebrows, tilting his head to look down at the girl below him.

“I’ll be mean if you really want me to,” he nearly purrs, trailing feather light strokes over her hip, “But a meanie wouldn’t fill your cute ass with a plug and make you squirt.”

She gasps at his crude words and it makes him smirk. Ever the innocent girl, she always acted as if she wasn’t just as filthy as him.

He makes quick work to roll her over onto his front, almost manhandling her as he parts her thighs to straddle his waist. Her cheeks warm and he chuckles, folding his arms behind his head. “You’re being mean.” She grumbles, hips twitching over his brief-clad length.

“How so?”

“Because!” She whines, swallowing tightly, “You know what you’re doing and you’re not doing anything to help it.”

Harry's chest vibrates with a low snicker, shaking his head at his girl's stubbornness. His hand slips underneath her — his — tee-shirt, his cold fingers sending a shiver down her spine.

"Baby, you know I never wanna be mean to you," he says softly, "I'll help you get what you want, hm? Does that sound good?"

She nods quickly and it makes him smile. Using his free hand, he nudges her sleep shorts to the side, cooing when he feels the damp fabric.

"Needy," he murmurs. "Take me out, puppy."

Wordlessly, she sits up a bit, granting just enough room for her to dip beneath his briefs and pull his hard cock out. The tip is already flushed pink with pre-cum bubbling at the top. The sight is a small ego boost, letting her know that she's not the only one being affected by their current position.

"Do you need any prep?" he asks quietly, jaw clenching when she makes a few slick passes over his tip. Quickly, she shakes her head.

"No— can put it in, I can take it."

He smirks. "Yeah? Not too big for you?"

"Harry—"

He cuts her whining off by nudging his hips up to meet her core, silencing her pouting with a breathy whimper. Despite the tightness, she's slick enough between her legs that he's able to slip in with minimal resistance. (Besides, after recent experimentations with anal, Harry's realized that she likes small bites of pain.)

They both moan quietly when he bottoms out, his length pressing deep into her g-spot. Her eyes flutter closed as his hands find her hips, giving them a gentle squeeze.

"I know, 's deep, isn't it?" he purrs almost mockingly, "Need me to help you?"

"P-please."

With a grip on her hips, he begins to help her bounce on his cock. Instantly, a series of mewls fall from her lips and he presses a hand to her mouth, a teasing smirk curling at his mouth.

"Those noises are mine, sweetheart. Try to keep quiet."

She nods quickly as he starts to nudge his hips upwards to meet her thighs, his other hand maintaining a stiff grasp on her skin. He's doing his best to keep his own groans in as she bounces up and down, but her tight, wet pussy is almost too much for him to take. He shuts his eyes, knowing he's already far too close to coming from the sight of her in his shirt riding him.

"Lemme— fuck, lemme grind on you," Y/N mumbles. Harry nods, slightly relieved from the intensity of their previous position. He removes his hand from her hip and she almost instantly reaches to intertwine their fingers together, eyes rolling back as she rubs her pelvis against his. His cock is still impossibly deep, feeling as though it's deep in her tummy, but now her clit is being stimulated against his pelvic bone, too. Gradually, her muscles start to contract faster, and she feels her orgasm beginning to grow in the pit of her tummy.

"You look so pretty like this, fuck," Harry mutters, lifting his hand to bite his knuckles. "So obsessed with you, baby, you're so good. Gonna make me cum."

"'m gonna cum," she slurs, echoing his words. "Y-you're so deep— feel you so deep, oh—"

He bucks his hips up once, twice, three times to meet her grinds and that's all it takes to send her spiraling. Her head ducks back as she moans out his name, her pussy spasming around the girth of his cock. He tries his best to keep his eyes open so he can watch her, his own personal wet dream, but the sensation of her muscles squeezing him triggers his own orgasm. Quickly, he pulls out, reaching down to pump his slick-covered cock once to paint her mound with thick spurts of cum.

"Oh!" she breathes, her pussy still contracting as he uses his tip to smear his cum over her skin.

"S-sorry," he stutters, swallowing harshly, "Didn't wanna come inside."

She nods understandingly as she catches her breath. They hadn't had that conversation yet, so she appreciated him being respectful of that, even if she wasn't able to finish around his cock.

With a deep breath, he sits up slightly to press a light kiss to her lips. "You always look so fucking pretty when you ride me."

She blushes. "Shush, you."

"Budge up, I wanna get you cleaned up," Harry murmurs, helping her part her legs so she can roll over and lay back against the bed. He gets up and grabs a spare towel, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. "Also, I picked up stuff for that soup you love. And hot chocolate... and I thought maybe we could watch some of your favorite movies and stuff."

Y/N's eyebrows raise. "Really?"

As he wipes the mess from her skin, he nods wordlessly.

"That's what my parents used to do with me—"

"I know, baby. You told me," he pauses to swallow. "I wanted to do the same thing for you. Or at least something somewhat similar."

A toothy grin covers her face. "Have I ever told you how perfect you are?"

"Hm, I don't think so. You can do it now, though."

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bump1nthen1ght · 9 months

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Made For Love (Incubus x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Sex worker!Incubus x GN!Reader

Warnings: Explicit content ahead! (18+ ONLY), Loss of Virginity, Spanking, Unsafe Sex (wrap it before you tap it folks)

Word Count: 2098 words

Summary: Sick and tired of waiting, you decide you’re ready to finally lose your virginity. Lucky for you, a friend of yours has a tantalizing suggestion on how to do so…

A/N: Ok so this was ORIGINALLY supposed to be a short drabble ( <1000 words) for Kinktober, but as y’all can tell I went into a writing frenzy and it became a full fic. Please forgive any typos, as the horniest muse ever possessed me as I typed and edited this and I’m too impatient not to post it lol. Hope y’all enjoy!

(P.S. Sex Work is Work and all sex workers deserve to be treated with respect. Do not necessarily take this fic as a completely accurate depiction of how sex work is performed. Nevertheless, enjoy some sweetness)

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“You as well.”

The motel room you find yourself in is surpisingly homely. The flickering overheads have been turned off and replaced by soft lavender fairy lights strung around the bed frame. Cheap and stiff blankets have been neatly folded and put away in the closet, the bed now decorated with a big fluffy duvet and several plush pillows. Some candles have been lit and placed on the nearby desk.

“It's Joranez, right? Want to make sure I’m saying that correctly.”

“That’s right, but you can call me Jora, darling.” He winks, taking hold of both your hands, holding them to his chest. The action isn’t very intimate, but it can’t help but send a hot blush across your face. Jora is stunningly attractive, his silken hair pulled back in a low ponytail. His purple skin is flawless, shiny just like his horns, which curl and twist upwards. His smile is charming, sharp canines seeming so friendly despite everything.

“Is this okay?” Jora whispers, rubbing a thumb across the back of your palm. You nod, letting your fingers unfurl and touch the bare skin of his chest. “Do you remember the safe words, the ones in the email?”

“Y- yes. Lime for go, strawberry for stop.” You take a deep breath. “A-and banana for slow down.”

A clawed hand runs across your cheek, goosebumps running down yiur heck as Jora draws even closer. His breath brushes across your face, his yellow eyes glowing in the low light. Even though he’s a stranger, you can’t help but feel very safe.

“Good pet. Now, shall we get started?”

—

Jora had been recommended to you by a mutual friend, one of your best friends actually; Rory. She worked nights at a sex hotline and Jora often took shifts there during the drier months of the year. From what she had told you he was highly requested and had great reviews, known for perfectly crafting whatever mood or scenario his customers wanted. You had asked if it would be weird, sleeping with someone she knows so personally, but Rory had quickly quieted your fears. If anything it was better, as she knew you’d be in great hands and she was often quite protective.

So Rory gave you his work number and you scheduled the appointment to lose your virginity.

Given how you’re feeling right now, you think you made the right decision.

“You make such beautiful noises, dear.” Jora whispers in your ear, his long tongue licking up your trembling neck. “I’d love to hear more.”

He gets his wish, a moany breath leaving as he scissors his fingers inside of you, pads pressing hard on your outer walls. He chuckles, a warm sound that only makes your body hotter.

How easily he was able to undo you. You lay naked in his lap, legs spread wide and chest heaving with each breath. Sweat drips down your collarbone and your skin feels on fire, every soft touch and caress leaving tingles across your body. The duvet provides just enough purchase for you to dig your fingers into, still too shy to yank on Jora’s open robe.

The pleasant ache as Jora stretches you open on his finger was far better than you imagined, probably far better than some random hookup would have provided you. Starting with one, now two, he’s somehow slowly unraveled your senses. Now you sit as a putty ball of pleasure in his lap, all for him to treat.

Guess I’m a sub. You joke in your head, though you already had a suspicion before this. Or maybe Jora is just such a master of control that anyone falls to their knees in front of him. It wouldn’t surprise you.

“How about three?” Jora whispers in your ear, waiting for your timid nod before sinking a third finger inside you. He splays them out, stretching out your walls before resuming to thrust. Black and white spots speckle behind your eyelids, that burn in your gut only growing hotter. “So good pet, you’re doing fantastic.” Jora plants a soft peck on your temple, his free hand rubbing affectionate circles into your hips. Said hips jerk and spasm on his digits, desperate for more.

“I t-think…” You whimper, somehow still shy as this incubus is literally inside of you. “I think I’m ready for you c-cock.”

“Oh, is that so?” Jora teases, flexing his fingers again. “I think so too, lovely.”

Jora is slow and methodical as he pulls his fingers out of you, gently coaxing your hips to flip you around. Your shaky legs straddle his lap, Jora giving another gentle kiss to your lips. He grinds against you, getting a squeak and a shiver.

Jora begins to sit up, pushing you onto your back and adjusting for missionary position, but you stop him with hand to his chest.

“Actually, could we do Doggy style?” You request, somehow not stuttering your way through it.

Jora’s eyes widen, but its accompanied by a delighted smirk.

“Of course.”

With another gentle press to your hips, Jora flips you onto your stomach. A strong palm smoothes down your lower back, arching it into his hips as he adjusts himself. You can hear the sound of the lube bottle as Jora gets more, rubbing it over your entrance. A heated presence presses up against your hole, throbbing and slick. Even without seeing it, you can tell Jora is quite well endowed.

“Tell me if it hurts to much, okay dearie?”

You give a simple “uh-huh.”, trying to decide if you want to shove your face in the covers or stare into the void of the motel room.

Your brain decides for you, biting your lip and clenching your eyes when Jora finally begins to slide in you.

It doesn’t hurt, thank goodness, but it is a little…unusual. It’s a fullness where you didn’t even realize there was emptiness. As Jora goes further, you get the stretch in places you've never reached before, not with fingers or even a dildo. The unexplored is extra sensitive, your hips spasming as Jora eventually bottoms out inside you. He swivels his hips, the head of his cock brushing against something that feels amazing.

A clawed hand rubs your scalp, reaching down to pat your cheek. You can feel Jora’s body heat as he leans his chest closer, his robe rolled down his shoulders to expose his bare skin. “How does that feel?”

“Good.” You mutter, digging your face half into the covers. The noises bubbling in your throat are so whiny, so debauched, you can’t help but try to tamp them down. “You can m-move. Slowly.”

“Of course, dear.”

Jora sits up, grabbing gently onto the fat of your hips. The bed shifts as he pulls out halfway, before gently thrusting upward. You gasp, a strange sensation shooting up your stomach. Jora chuckles, pulling back slowly again. That emptiness feels wrong now, it feels incomplete.

“Faster, p-please.”

Jora must nod, though you didn't see it. His fingers dig into your sides, not enough to even leave a mark, and he begins humping in earnest.

Those noises you tried to suppress become impossibly loud, even in shaky breaths and moans. Bed springs squeak underneath you, the slap of Jora’s hips against yours sending a hot sensation down your legs. It's so lewd, but it feels so right.

“You feel amazing.” Jora moans. “Such a tight hole, all for me.” Jora speeds up a bit, met with your eager hips throwing backwards on his cock. “And a pretty face on top.”

All you can do is bite your lip, feeling a hit blush as Jora lavishes you with compliments. His pelvis pounds against your ass, toned muscle meeting the plush flesh. Jora begins to fondle the fat, giving it a light pat, holding back for your sake.

“Please slap my ass.” You whine, getting an extra eager thrust from Jora in response. You can’t see it, but you’re sure he’s smirking.

“You’re wish is my command.”

Jora’s palm meets the skin with a resounding slap, enough to jiggle your cheeks and surely to leave a mark, but you doubt it’s as hard as he can go.

“H-harder, please.”

Jora hums, rubbing the spot he just hit.

“Surprisingly naughty, aren’t you?” This time Jora reels back his hand and gives you a proper spank, enough to send your lower half forward. You weren’t quite sure what to expect, but you didn’t realize how good the stinging could feel. “I love it, you want some more?” Jora gyrates his hips, pressing his cockhead to the very deepest parts of you.

“Yes, yes!” You barely reocgnize your voice, keening and desperate. The moans as Jora slaps your ass again are depraved, downright erotic. He switches hands and slaps your other ass cheek, taking a moment to squeeze and fondle the fat afterwards. He begins to alternate his slaps, using the other hand to hold onto your hips and yank you back onto his cock. It hasn’t escaped your notice that he’s picked up the pace, each thrust reaching your guts at a quick speed. You can hear the slap of Jora’s balls as they hit your underside.

“You’re so gorgeous.” Jora purrs, voice so composed you wouldn’t even realize’s he’s blowing your back out. “Don’t you want to see yourself?”

Jora must see your brows furrow, cause he leans down and tilts your jaw forward. “Look up, dear.”

Opening your hazy eyes, you notice a full-length mirror in front of you both. It hadn’t been there before, or so your cock-drunk mind remembers, and you wonder if Jora had moved it in place with some minor magic. He was an incubus, after all.

But those thoughts come second to seeing how unraveled your look. Your face is flushed, sweat beading on your forehead. Your back is so arched you can see the way your ass jiggles with every thrust. Not to mention Jora, whose pony is slowly coming undone, looking like a literal Adonis. His sultry gaze burns in to you, toned chest and abs flexing with his humps. He had been so sweet at the beginning, but it seems your naughtiness has drawn out his mischievous side; He wears a big smirk, biting his lip and admiring the naughty picture you make in the mirror.

“See? Just as I told you-” Jora gives a particularly hard thrust and stars shoot across your vision, “-gorgeous.”

Your entire lower half feels lit up, a faint buzz going all the way down to your toes as your abdomen grows tighter and tighter. It’s so similar yet so different from when you’ve masturbated before. The coming climax feels hotter, more explosive, like a high you’ve only dreamed about.

Jora can tell, either with his specially-tuned senses or by the way your hole clenches. “Close, love?”

All you can do is nod, tongue lolled out with a mind too far gone. You’re thankful Jora had the wherewithall to ask where you’d like him to come at the start, as you have no way of giving an answer now.

“That's right, cum for me. I want to see you.”

That’s all it takes, the knot splitting in an instant as you come with Jora’s cock deep inside you. You can see him clench his eyes shut as your hole milks him, just pulling out in time to cum all over your back.

The next few minutes are a bit hazy. Your legs had collapsed under you, your brain thoroughly cock drunk and trying to reboot. Jora, ever the professional, quickly recuperated. He rubbed soft circles into your lower back, leaning over to get some cleaning wipes. You vaguely remember him flipping you onto your back, tilting your chin up and giving you some water. The sensation of the back of his knuckles, brushing along the side of your face comes to mind as you sipped.

“Good dearie.” Jora gives you a peck in the cheek. “You did so well, love. I’m happy I was able to share this with you.”

Jora is sweet and leta you take plenty of time to rest and come back to yourself, giving you another kiss and his card on your way out.

“If you ever want to be naughty again, love.”

You walked out with a tired yet enthusiastic pep in your step.

You definitely owe Rory one.

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thisapplepielife · 4 months

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Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Twenty-Eight Across

Prompt Day 28: Proposal | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | CW: Heavy Petting, Fade to Black Sex, Afterglow | Tags: Established Relationship, Future Fic, Long-Term Love, Fluff, Softness, Proposal, Eddie POV

The sun is just barely starting to creep over the horizon, and Eddie snuggles closer to Steve in the warmth of their bed. He wishes he could sleep in, but his internal clock gets him up with the sun, no matter if it's his day off, or not.

But he won't complain about being awake for lazy, cozy mornings in bed with Steve. Even if Steve's still asleep, his hair a mess, fluffed out on the pillow under his head.

These quiet, sun-kissed moments are some of Eddie's favorite minutes all week. The slow climb of the sun, illuminating Steve a little more with each passing second. And Eddie gets to watch it happen in slow motion, up close and personal.

He never dreamed he'd get to grow up and be this happy. This settled.

That he'd have all this chosen family, surrounding him with love and affection that he hopes he returns tenfold.

Twenty years. He's been with Steve for twenty years.

From when they were just scared kids, having barely survived the fucking apocalypse, to grown men, with jobs and lives.

And yet, he still wants more. He feels selfish that he even thinks this life he loves isn't enough, just as it is.

Eddie gets up and showers, and when he gets out, the mirror is steamed up, so he writes Steve a message.

Marry Me?

He looks at it, then scrubs it away with the hand towel. That's not good enough. Nothing he's ever thought up has been good enough. Steve deserves something perfect. Something romantic, and that's not exactly Eddie's strong suit.

He goes to sit at the table, and starts doing the crossword in the morning paper, drinking his coffee.

He works on one across: pop the question. Three letters. Eddie scribbles in ask.

Then there's four across: that guy! Three letters again, and Eddie writes in him, taking another drink of his coffee.

Seven across: Vedder, of Pearl Jam, and Eddie laughs, writing in his own first name: Eddie.

Ask him, Eddie is the crossword gods really fucking with him, at this point. He's definitely lodging a complaint with Nancy at the paper. It feels like he's being taunted, and he's taking it personally.

He does a few more, then twenty-eight across is crazy long, and when he reads the clue, generic proposal, he counts out the letters, and sure enough: will you marry me?

Now, the universe is definitely taunting him.

He folds the paper over, not in the mood to finish.

Then, Steve clears his throat from the doorway to their bedroom. Eddie turns to look at him, and smiles, just seeing him. He's sleep rumpled, in just his boxer-briefs. Looking beautiful, and happy.

His belly has gotten a little softer with middle age, but he's never been more beautiful in Eddie's eyes. Eddie feels so lucky.

They have this whole life they've built together. They don't need to be married to be a family. They've been that since they decided they were in this thing together, forever.

"Finish your crossword?" Steve asks, leaning against the doorframe.

"Most of it," Eddie answers, standing up and crossing the room, gathering Steve up in his arms. He's still warm from bed, and Eddie leans into him to steal a little of that body heat for himself.

"And?" Steve prompts.

"And what?" Eddie asks.

Steve chuckles, laying his head against Eddie's, leaning close to his ear, "Will you marry me or not?"

Eddie pulls back, looking in his eyes, and they are playful.

"You did that?" Eddie asks, slightly disbelieving.

"I did that," Steve confirms. "With Nance's help. But I did it, since you kept chickening out."

Eddie laughs, squeezing Steve tighter, "You weren't supposed to know that."

"I know everything about you," Steve whispers, and a shiver runs down Eddie's spine. Because it's true. Steve does.

"That so, Harrington?" Eddie asks, "What do I want, right now, then?"

"To go back to bed," Steve whispers, reaching down to cup Eddie's dick through his pajama bottoms. Palming him, rubbing his fingers back and forth.

Thumbing him, catching the head of his dick, even through his pants, well-practiced at the art of taking Eddie apart and driving him slowly mad.

Jesus H. Christ.

Yeah, that's exactly what Eddie wants. So, he nudges Steve's backwards, and Steve goes, willing, still working his hard dick through his clothes, still touching him, still kissing him.

Wanting to marry him.

Eddie presses Steve back against the sheets, ready to warm them back up again. He lines their dicks up, and grinds down. Pressing against him, making Steve squirm beneath him.

They know this dance well, and they fall into all the right moves. Getting each step perfect.

"So, you never answered my question?" Steve says, curling against Eddie. Pressing their warm, sweat-slick, naked bodies together.

"Yes," Eddie answers, meeting Steve's eyes, "of course, yes."

Steve smiles, "Good. I got tired of watching you be so nervous."

Eddie laughs, "That obvious?"

"Just for the last year or two," Steve teases, hooking his chin over Eddie's shoulder. "I knew you wanted to do it, so I wanted to let you, but it was getting painful."

Eddie laughs, full and loud. He loves his man.

"And I just want to be your husband. So, I asked. I hope you're not disappointed."

"No," Eddie says quickly, "never. I could never be disappointed by getting to marry you. It was perfect. Better than anything I've thought up."

"That's not true," Steve says, "I really liked the jumbotron plan from last fall."

"Goddammit, those fuckfaces," Eddie swears, banging his head against his pillow, "all our shitty friends talked me out of that."

"I know, and all our shitty friends hate sports, honey. You were thinking of what I like, and you were right. I mean, in general, you shouldn't use the jumbotron unless you're sure of the answer."

"I was sure of the answer," Eddie whispers, and feels foolish.

"Good. You should be sure, always."

Notes: I googled to see if I could find the clue that would produce will you marry me as an answer, and came up with this article of someone that did it in real life. And that clue was "generic proposal" - which, perfect. I also found another instance that someone used "words with a certain ring to them" to get to it, but I liked using the proposal one since that was the prompt word!

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M.K.A.M. (My Kinda Morning) - Roman Reigns/Plus Size OC)

Who says birthday sex has to end after the birthday? Roman/Plus Size OC

PAIRING: Tribal Chief!Roman Reigns x Plus Size OC

Warnings: SMUT all the way, lol

Word count: 4.6k

A/N: In honor of our Tribal Chief's 38th birthday and to celebrate his historic 1000-day title reign. Tumblr flagged my story so I had to upload it again🙄 Enjoy!

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Birthdays occurred only once a year, so it was usually imperative that it was spent with the people you love. After nearly two months away from you, it was almost hard for Roman to believe that he was actually back in your arms and in your bed, and on his birthday no less. He wished he didn't have to leave you for such long periods of time, but you understood that it was the nature of the beast. You embraced this reality when you made the decision to start a relationship with not just a pro wrestler, but the champion and the face of the biggest wrestling company in the world. Still, he tried to compensate by putting pen to paper on a lighter travel schedule, as well as buying you a new dildo to keep you occupied in his absence. According to you, the dildo had gotten several workouts, and the daily, dirty text messages from him, outlining what he'd like to be doing to you, definitely helped too.

Yesterday was incredible. From the moment he called to inform you that his jet was en route to your city, you were completely beside yourself with the most erotic thoughts on exactly how you would celebrate his birthday. You weren't ashamed to admit that your hands had ventured between your thighs more than once during the day, barely paying attention to any of the meetings you were in, counting down the hours till you finally got to see him. When he showed up at your doorstep, you were naked and waiting. No surface in your loft was safe; the couch, the kitchen counter, your desk in your little office space, the stairs...you name it, Roman fucked you on top of it, only taking a break to eat some of the birthday cake you bought for him before carrying you up to your bedroom, where you spent the night licking buttercream frosting off your bodies and coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of each other.

It was just past six in the morning, meaning you still had some time before you had to get up for work. Through the white sheer curtains of your bedroom window, the beautiful red and orange sunrise kissed the rich melanin of your skin. As the Tribal Chief watched the colors adorn your sleeping face, he felt his heart swell with renewed love and lust for you. He lay behind you, with your body cocooned in his warm and solid frame. You fit together perfectly.

He rested his hand on your hip, admiring the streaks of wavy stretch marks there. His sexy little tiger. He definitely had you mewling and purring like one when he put it on you last night. Faint lines of cake frosting smudged your brown skin, and he swiped each one with his finger and put in his mouth. He then let his hand travel along your waist, awed by the mouthwatering curves that belonged to him. Then, he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you back into him with a sigh. You seemed to still be asleep, and he really wanted to wake you up.

So, he started rotating his hips, pressing his morning erection against your sumptuous backside, nestling the impressive length between your ass cheeks. His hand slid up to your breasts, cupping one gently. As his finger grazed your nipple, you finally stirred. Your body shifted, causing your backside to rub up on his dick, and he grinded against you more purposefully, closing his hand tighter around your breast as he kissed your neck.

"What are you doing?" you whispered, your voice throaty and scratchy from sleep.

Roman nuzzled your shoulder, pressing another kiss to your skin. "I've missed you so much, my love."

He had shown you just how much last night. For hours. Your Samoan stallion possessed the stamina of three stellar athletes and you loved it. But right now... "I've missed you too. But I need to be up for work soon," you reasoned. You rolled onto your belly, which put a bit of distance between you.

"Call in sick. It's still my birthday," he implored.

"You know I can't, babe," you murmured, resting your head atop your crossed forearms, facing him and shutting your eyes. Your thick, sumptuous butt curved enticingly in the air thanks to your new sleeping position, prompting Roman to reach out to massage one of your cheeks, groping and squeezing the supple flesh in his palm.

It didn't surprise you to feel your pussy immediately tingle from his caress. His hands on you never failed to set your pulse racing. But you needed your rest. He already had you up all damn night, rendering your throat hoarse and your limbs like spaghetti. In another attempt to deter him, you rolled onto your back, your breasts and your womanhood on display.

Big mistake.

The Tribal Chief's eyes lit up like Christmas trees. His big hand cupped your breast again, thumbing the puckered nipple, then doing the same with the other. His fingertips made a delicate trail down the plane of your stomach, which spasmed from his touch. His fingers skimmed over your sensitive pussy lips, which were still tender and puffy from last night. He started to stroke you and you tried to squeeze your legs together to stop him, but he wasn't having that shit.

"Open your legs," he growled.

"Babe, I'm sleepy," you whined with a frown on your face, "I won't get up on time if we do this."

"I told you to call in sick. I'll handle your boss. It's my birthday and I want my present. Now spread 'em."

Fuck, you couldn't resist when he got all bossy and domineering with you. Of course, you relented, your legs falling open like they always did. Why did he have to look at you like that? He was so damn fine and he knew that shit. All it took was one look into that smoldering gaze of his and you were putty in his hands.

Your breath caught as he rubbed you faster, his body shifting much closer to you, reoccupying your space. His big beautiful dick pressed your upper thigh, damn near pulsating against your skin. You couldn't help but stare at it. Long and thick, accompanied by a heavy set of balls that made you drool.

Hovering over you, Roman smirked at your famished expression, and moved his fingers in small circles, spreading your wetness all around your folds. Then, he slowly sank them into you, his groan harmonizing with yours. He could feel how swollen you were from the pounding you took, but you were so wet his fingers slid in effortlessly anyway, your slick, hot flesh enveloping the digits.

"Baby..." you gasped, arching into him.

Your little squirms of protest had dwindled, which was how he knew he was slowly breaking you down. He moved in for the kill.

"I can eat it if you want," he offered, intentionally licking his lips that were a hair's breadth away from yours, and suddenly you wanted that mouth on you more than anything in the world.

"Mmm, yes please."

Bullseye. Roman sat up and kneeled before you, spreading your legs far apart and inspecting you down there. "That's the definition of a pretty pussy right here. All beat up and swole. Did I pound you good last night, baby girl?" he asked.

God, his voice. Deep and dripping with arrogance and sex as he talked dirty to you. It made your knees weak and your pussy moisten. "Yes, Daddy, it was so good."

His thumb stroked your pussy lips, fascinated by how fat and wet they were. "Gotta taste this sweet cunt again before I give you this dick, right?"

Before you could open your mouth to reply, Roman descended on you, spreading his mouth over your core. You were wide awake now, your hand on the back of his head while he went to work. You still tasted like cake, making you that much sweeter for his palette. He drooled all over that pretty pussy, causing you to moan and whine for him. Roman slurped on you a little more before bringing his eyes up to meet yours with a lick of his lips. You were breathing deeply with your mouth parted and irises low and lustful.

"Roman..."

Ducking his head again, he feasted heartily on you, not stopping this time around. Delicious, wet ass pussy that belonged in his mouth day and night. His huge hands glided up your torso before cupping your breasts. His tweaking of your nipples caused a flood, making his mouth so watery that with each suck, his saliva made its way down to the crack of your ass. Roman's mouth was hard at work, tonguing you down and French-kissing your meaty outer lips.

You were grinding his face now, your hands grabbing everywhere, the sheets, his head, his shoulders. Your ass clenched and your hips bucked as pleasure lapped at you with the same devastating impact as his tongue.

"Unnnh fuck, I'm comin', Daddy I'm comin'!" you cried and moaned and writhed on the bed. This man was going to be the death of you. You stared at him wide-eyed before your eyes rolled back as something inside you unlocked. Your neighbors could probably hear your scream as you came in his mouth. You pushed at his head, your body craving relief but not getting it, his dark chuckle vibrating against your pussy as he refused to free you from his clutches.

Your moans and screams made his dick so hard. Roman shifted forwards to pin your thighs down to your chest, his tongue still moving like a hurricane. It wasn't the most comfortable position to be in, but for him, you would do anything. In your spare time you would practice contorting your legs for minutes on end because you wanted to please him, because you deemed him worthy enough to step out of your comfort zone and take a little pain for. Besides, the pleasure you received in return was out of this world, so it was definitely worth it.

A weak gasp rumbled in your heaving chest as he started sucking on your clit, aiming to make you come once again. All you could hear were the wet, gushy sounds his mouth was making while eating you out, and it was enough to trigger you again. With your fingers digging into his hair, you welcomed your second orgasm of the morning with a pleasured moan. He ate you out so good your eyes fluttered shut from exhaustion.

"Nah, keep your eyes open, sweetheart. I'm 'bout to tear this pussy up...again," he warned.

You could only watch, prone and helpless, as Roman crawled on top of you and made himself comfortable between your legs. He ensured to put all his body weight on top of you, and the feel of his muscles against your belly, chest, and thighs had your stomach doing flips. The softness of his full lips against your collar bone, with a generous helping of tongue, the scruff of his facial hair tickling you, made you exhale shakily. As he brought his kisses upwards, you angled your head to meet his lips. Your tongues twined around the other's for a couple of seconds before your mouths sealed together in sensual, intimate kisses.

Roman shifted his body above you, his hand slipping back down between your thighs, two long, thick fingers teasing your folds before breaching inside. He cupped your entire mound in his palm, massaging, working you until you were squirming and moaning his name. To further torture you, he ducked his head down, generously swirling his tongue around each of your nipples before sucking them one by one between his lips. The Tribal Chief found your titties irresistible. He loved them; couldn't stop touching and playing with them. Grabbing them with both hands, he flicked his tongue over them, getting them nice and wet, switching between sucking your nipples with his mouth and plucking them with his fingers. You could feel your pussy tense from the pleasure surging through your body. But you didn't want Daddy to feel left out, so you reached for his dick and started stroking him. His deep moan in reaction made you feel on top of the world.

"Mmm, that's it, make Daddy rock-hard," he whispered, watching the way you stroked and squeezed and teased him. You loved the weight and feel of him in your hand. A seep of precum made the head slick and elicited another surge of wetness between your legs. You strengthened your stroking motions along his shaft, biting your lip when he thrust briefly against your hand. With a harsh moan, he managed to break free from your intoxicating touch so he could focus on giving you the dick he promised.

Rolling you onto your belly, he maneuvered behind you, pressed your chest and shoulders into the bed, and raised your ass in the air, your knees spread wide with your feet close together and tucked under him. Perfect. He palmed each of your rounded cheeks, molding the flesh greedily in his hands. His cock strained against your pussy, and involuntarily, you moved your hips, desperate for contact. He took his dick and lined it along your slit, spreading your wetness around as he slowly worked the bell-shaped head inside you. Your bodies trembled seemingly as one as he filled you to the hilt, savoring the quivering of your pussy around his length.

"Daddy..." you moaned.

"Shhh, I gotchu," he hushed you with a low chuckle, caressing your body, making you feel good. His hands stopped at your hips and he started to move in and out of you, stretching your opening, holding back on you just a bit. He bent close to your ear, his lips ghosting along your jawline. "Talk to me, baby girl. Tell me you want it."

"I want it. Fuck me, Daddy."

"I know you do. Shit, you stay so damn tight. Good god, babe."

His breathing sped up and his grip tightened on your hips, letting out a deep, visceral groan as he thrust a little faster inside you. You fought the urge to scream as he went deep, burying himself in you. "Fuck, Daddy, yeah!"

With his fingers digging into the meat of your hips, he drilled your pussy, hard, his balls slapping against your clit. As much as you whimpered and moaned, you remained on your knees and took every inch like a champ. You could feel the head of his cock meet the bottom of your pussy with every thrust. It was a shock to your system, how deep he was in you, yet you could still feel him trying to go deeper, straining to be closer to you. Your pussy gripped him again and again and you had to bite into the pillow to contain your loud moans, your hands fisting the satin sheets. The mix of his spit with your cum caused your pussy to make the wettest, filthiest sounds as he fucked you. Eager to hear more, Roman circled his hips, pushing his dick right up against your g-spot, slapping your ass in time with his grinding strokes. Another groan escaped him at the sight of his glistening cock, covered in your juices, sending shivers down his spine. One last flick of his hips finished you off. It was an experience watching you release all over his cock, your pussy squeezing around him, your booty cheeks quivering from how hard you were coming.

"Shit." Your mouth fell open, your beautiful face twisted in blissful agony as you struggled to catch your breath.

Smiling proudly at his handiwork, the Tribal Chief squeezed and smacked your backside one last time before lying down on his back. "C'mere. Put that pretty mouth on my cock."

Managing to unravel your body from the position he twisted you in, you moved over to him and grabbed up his throbbing shaft, spreading the cream you left all over the intimidating length. You released a wad of spit on the tip of his cock and used it to lather him up nice and good. You licked along the side of his dick before taking him halfway into your mouth. Your man tasted so good, his flesh hard and smooth against the flat of your tongue.

"Mmmmm. Nasty ass mouth taking all that big dick. So hot. Suck that shit, baby, taste your pussy on it," he goaded.

You moaned at his words with your mouth full of his cock. Such a nasty shit talker, and it never failed to get your pussy Ieaking. Your hands rested on his thighs now, only working your neck and your wet, juicy lips up and down his length. You moaned on him again and it delivered a vibrating sensation to his dick, causing it to harden even more in your mouth. Easing up on him, you traced circles around his head with your tongue, drawing out pleasured gasps from him as he watched your every move with blown pupils. You took note of every little sound and moan of pleasure he made during sex...It meant you were doing him right, and you were learning to be even better to please both you and your sexy man.

"This my dick, Daddy?" you asked him.

"Yes, baby girl, it is, it's all yours." Roman hummed with satisfaction. You looked so fucking hot, slobbering all over his dick and giving it your undivided attention. His muscled hips bucked upwards to thrust in and out of your mouth. Pulling off your bonnet, he grabbed your hair and held you down on his cock, fucking your mouth over and over, at one point pushing himself so far down your throat that you made a startled sound of protest and popped him out of your mouth to glare at him.

"Hey! You tryna make me gag?" you warned.

Roman merely shrugged. "Damn right. I ain't apologizing, neither. Don't stop. Keep sucking me off."

"Asshole. You lucky I love you." You shifted your focus to his balls and used your lips to tug and pull each one while stroking his flesh pole at the same time. You could hear his gasps, feel him fidgeting, his fingers in your scalp, thanks to your ministrations. You were driving him crazy and you both knew it.

"Fuck, shit, your mouth feels so good on me, girl...you gon' make me come...Damn..."

Roman grunted deep and his big hand yanked you by your neck, shoving his dick back in your mouth where it belonged. With a firm push of your head, you swallowed him up again with a moan. Done with the games, your head bobbed up and down, dragging your lips along his cock in a tight seal, pumping him in your fist, working him into a frenzy.

"Baby, baby," Roman called for you, his balls growing tighter and tighter. Heat bloomed in his belly and his toes twisted. His fingers trembled in your hair as he erupted in your inviting mouth, emptying inside you for the umpteenth time in several hours. You caught every drop of his warm seed without making a mess. Releasing him, you opened your mouth to show him his morning nut.

"Damn, you got all of it," he moaned, taking your chin in his hand and inspecting your mouth. "Good girl. Swallow it and let Daddy see."

Obediently, you swallowed down his load, opening your empty mouth again as proof. Roman growled and crashed your lips together, savoring the tastes of you and him on your tongues. "My baby is such a good girl. Lay back down for me."

"Yes, Daddy." His dazed expression had you giggling while you moved around the bed for him, wiping the excess spit from your mouth. As soon as you were on your back, he pushed your legs up and out of the way. Grabbing the base of his dick, he wasted little time entering you again, holding himself up so that he could drop all this dick down in your pussy. You stared up at him, your lips parted almost in shock; he was so hard and so deep. You looked from his dick to his face again in a euphoric daze. He was rock-hard and digging into your wetness, the lewd sounds echoing around the bedroom. You went to rub your clit but he smacked your hand away.

"Uh-uh, hands off my pussy. I warned you last night about touching this pussy without my consent." As punishment, he picked up the pace.

"Oh my god," you gasped.

His grin was wicked as he watched you push at his abs to no avail. "Haha, I ain't going nowhere, baby. Take this dick like you took it last night. I ain't pulling out neither, you know Daddy don't like to pull out. Now hold your legs up for me."

Before you knew it, you found yourself clasping your calves and rearing your legs further back, allowing him to have his wicked way with you. You were trapped beneath him with nowhere to run, just how he liked it. He rocked that big ol' dick into you, grinding his hips in the most artful way, his body rolling, ebbing, flowing, plunging, making you feel every inch and making you fall in love with him all over again.

And to think, people called missionary boring. The man you were fucking made sure no position was boring. Not many women were as lucky as you were, to have a passionate, attentive partner who knew exactly how to please you.

"You fuck me so good, baby," you praised him, your voice a high-pitched, breathless mewl. “Fuck, you’re making me so wet.”

"Uh huh, you’re making a mess on my cock. I love it. You know I love taking care of my girl and my pussy," he answered, leaning down for a tender kiss.

"You always take good care of me, Daddy. I love you so much."

"I love you too, my sweet girl." Your affirmations seemed to turn him into an animal, as his thrusts became harder, deeper, rougher, the big bed rocking from his forceful movements. He could see your grip on your legs slipping so he grabbed them for you, pinning them down to the bed by the back of your knees. Your toes curled in the air as he kept up his electrifying strokes. The heat you felt creeping up was so strong that you shut your eyes tightly in anticipation. A flood of warm liquid gushed out of you and all over his already creamy dick, making you both moan out loud. When he slipped out of you, you shivered, and then just about fainted when he crept downwards and put his mouth back over you.

"Unnnhhh shiiiit..." you breathed, as he slowly worked his tongue in and around that sweet spot he had since mastered, slurping up your cum juice. You squirmed and squealed helplessly, tears springing to your eyes as another delicious climax built up inside you. Your head fell back onto the bed, incapable of doing any other thing except moan and cry. Too spent to scream, you could only make strangled sobs as another orgasm wracked your body yet again.

When he glided his dick back inside your now sensitive cunt, you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. Roman groaned as you tightened around him, your walls suckling him inch by inch. Bracing himself up with his powerful arms, he nudged your legs up onto his broad shoulders, giving you the perfect view of your pussy taking all his big dick. You turned your head every which way, your weakened body bouncing from the moderate pace of his thrusts. Roman chuckled in amusement at your reaction, his deep, raspy laugh almost taunting.

"Aww, you don't wanna look at me, beautiful? Can't handle how good this dick is?" he teased, kissing away the tears on your cheeks before swiveling his hips around and around, burying himself inside you. "Mmm, you like this, don’t ya? I can tell you like it. You're squeezin' the shit outta my dick. Bet you're feeling real good right now..."

More than good. You were as wet as a waterfall and floating high as a kite right now. Your head arched back into the pillows as he kept putting that dick in your stomach, your voice now hoarse from all your moans and cries. Roman brought his face closer and reacquainted his tongue with yours, absorbing your moan as you tasted yourself in his mouth. In turn, you threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Through the haze of passion, you honed in on the sounds of pleasure he was making, the relentless steadiness of his strokes, driving into you with enough momentum to sink you into the sheets.

"God, your pussy is incredible, baby," he murmured under his breath between heated kisses. "Goddamn...I'm 'bout to fill that pussy up, put a damn baby in you."

The waves of searing pleasure rolled outward from where your bodies connected. Roman felt the pull as his balls tightened, inducing him to fuck you harder, faster. You could feel it too, and you reached behind him to rake your nails down his lower back, desperate to end this before you lost control of all your senses and capacities. That small slice of pain was enough to push the Tribal Chief over the edge, your name grinding past his lips as he spasmed inside you. He forced himself as deep as he could down your pussy, emptying his cum in you. Your muscles clenched around him, milking every drop, pulse after pulse of almost painful pleasure mixing with the roaring in his ears. The twitching of his dick ignited another shockwave through your whole body, making you tremble one last time in his arms in a spine-tingling, bone-melting orgasm of your own.

When it was all over, you crawled away from him, lying spread-eagled, gasping for air, your hair a mess. He lay sprawled beside you, gently tracing the love marks he left on your backside and hips. You were too tired to even turn your head, so you missed the victorious smile on his face as he surveyed the 'damage' he caused.

"You good, baby?" he asked you, his fingers massaging your waist in small soothing circles.

There was a faraway look in your eyes. You felt woozy, your body weak and sore from pleasure. You did not mince your words when delivering your assessment. "You a damn demon."

The twinkle in his eye was just as devilish. "And you love it," he replied with a confident smile, "Am I right, sweetheart?"

Fuck. This man was indeed going to be the death of you. "You know you are," you said softly. Craning your head to check the time on your phone charging on the nightstand, you kissed your teeth tiredly. "I'm gonna be so late."

"I thought I said you should call in sick. Here, let me do it for you." He picked up his phone and searched for a contact. You spied the name he was calling and had to fight back a smile.

"I should never have given you my boss' number," you griped, albeit good-naturedly.

"Come on. He loves ya boy," he chortled. He was right, your boss George was a huge wrestling fan and worshipped the ground Roman walked on. You half-listened to their conversation, holding back a giggle at the serious professional tone your man was using. Severe food poisoning, he said grimly, that it did not look good, and he was taking you to the hospital shortly. He put his phone away with aplomb. "See? Done. I told you Daddy always takes care of his baby girl," he said proudly. "Now we can stay in bed all day and eat more cake, among...other things."

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and you would have laughed if you weren't so exhausted. Thank God you didn't have to get up anymore. You allowed him to wrap his big arms around you, and you snuggled into him, letting him envelop you in the loving protective way he always did. A happy sigh left your lips as you felt his own press against your temple, whispering words of love to you, permitting you to fade back to sleep, completely and utterly satisfied.

THE END

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Thoughts? The Bloodline may be falling apart but our smut will never die, lol.

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domiforpresident · 9 months

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Random Shuriri hc's

Riri definitely forces Shuri to make tik toks with her. Specifically dances. Riri teaches Shuri the dance beforehand and then makes her do it 1000 time's with her once she knows it.

In the house they both love being comfortable. Shuri is most likely always wearing sweatpants and a plain tee-shirt. Riri on the other hand wears her sports bra and some short boxers, and if her hair isn't in braids she lets her curls down. The first time Shuri saw Riri dressed like that she was literally acting like a cat in heat.

Shuri starts using aave after dating Riri for a while. It catches Riri completely off guard.

They play games together. Specifically smash bros, cod and saints row. Riri screams loud as hell when she dies in a game. Shuri is definitely the sore loser out of the two, while Riri rubs it in her face that she lost.

"Maybe you'll win next time baby" Riri said showing fake sympathy teasing Shuri.

"I wanna play again you cheated" Shuri pouted.

"Ima just beat yo ass again but ok" Riri said while starting the game back up.

Shuri is a wild sleeper. It's not her fault though she grew up having a big ass bed to herself. Shuri also talks in her sleep. When she first spent the night in Riris dorm, Riri tried to tell her about it the next morning but Shuri didn't believe her.

Riri loves cuddling. She would jump in Shuris skin if she could. She likes being the big spoon so she can touch and feel all over Shuri, and play in her hair. Riri loves playing in Shuris hair, she usually does it until Shuri falls asleep.

Riri uses baby pictures of shuri as her own personal memes.

Riri: *sends picture of Shuri at 5 years old*

Shuri: how the hell did you get that Riri....?

Riri: Don’t worry bout all that.

Riri could say that her head hurts and Shuri would be outside her dorm room in less than 30 minutes. She's extremely over protective over Riri, and wants to make sure she's ok at all times.

Riri smokes but Shuri doesn't. One time Shuri was all up on Riri while she was smoking and got contact high. Shuri is paranoid when high so she kept yelling about how someone was coming to get her and how her face was melting off.

Shuri loves laying on Riris ass. She Just puts her whole head on it like it's a pillow. It became a regular thing in their relationship at some point so Riri doesn't even flinch when she does it.

Riris love language is physical touch so she's always touching Shuri, whether it be them holding hands or Riri kissing all over Shuris face randomly. Shuris love language is quality time so she practically wants to do everything with Riri. She even follows her into the bathroom.

"I'll be right back ima use the bathroom"

"Why can't I come with you?"

"Shuri I'm not bout to play with you."

"So you said you hate me and want me to die?" Shuri said while following Riri to the bathroom anyways.

When Shuri is driving she puts her hand behind the head of Riri’s seat. When Riri is driving she puts her hand on Shuris thigh.

They send each other funny videos while sitting right next to each other. Then they'll look at one another and laugh at the video together.

Whever they get in an argument Riri plays birthday sex by Jeremih and dances like she’s in a 90s rnb music video while playfully serenading Shuri. Shuri finds it so funny and breaks so quickly.

They're both the jealous type. Shuri gets jealous when women get too friendly with Riri and it drives her insane. Riri tries to tell Shuri they're just being cordial. Riri on the other hand gets jealous over little things like Shuri laughing at someone's joke a little too hard for her liking. Shuri knows when Riri is starting to feel jealous because Riri gives her the stankest face ever.

*Shuri laughing at someone's joke*

"It wasn’t that damn funny Shuri."

Riri buys Shuri an "I love my Girlfriend" shirt as a joke but Shuri actually wears it whenever she isn't with Riri.

They have matching tattoos. It's 2 flowers intertwined with their initials underneath it.

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maddipoof · 1 year

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There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort 🌷: maybe a study session turned cuddle with tasm peter parker?

I don't know if you were expecting science but I just cannot. So r has a test on Othello and yeah, it's cute, I like it. thank you for requesting <3 I had fun writing it

WC: 910 (yay my first blurb under 1000 words, improvement)

The very second you sat back down at your desk, half convinced you’re focused enough from another session of pacing around your room, the buzzer went off. You’d almost be annoyed but you didn’t have the time with the half second it took you to realize it had to be Peter. Any other day you’d run over to the door, but today the exhaustion was getting to you. Settling for a rushed walk instead, you leaned down to speak into the little microphone. “Come on up, bugboy.”

“Actually,” you nearly screamed at the voice from outside your half open window. You had your hand over your heart and your back leaning on the wall while Peter watched, hanging upside down with that stupidly adorable smile. “Spiders are arachnids, not bugs.” He lowered himself to the floor and pulled the web down from your fire escape and you practically ran to open the window the rest of the way. You didn’t give him the chance to duck under the window on his own with the way you pulled him down with a hand to the back of his neck. He had to hold himself up with one hand on the sill and the other on the wrist of your hand in his hair. The kiss itself was much gentler than the way you wrapped him into it, but he was alright with that, though with how much he missed you he wouldn’t have minded more. “I haven’t seen you all day.”

“I know, it’s been too long.”

“Mhm, 12 whole hours, basically eternity.”

“If I remember correctly, it’s been 13.”

“Probably right,” he nudged you back a bit so he could climb in and shut the window without turning from you. “And how many of those did you sleep?”

“Hm,” you clicked your tongue while thinking of the best answer that wouldn’t get you sent to bed immediately, but decided the truth was enough. “Um, 5?” Wrong answer, you could see it on his face. “And a half, 5 and a half.”

“And what were you doing all the other 7.5?”

“I don’t know what it is about this essay but I can’t get it right.” You dropped your face into his shoulder and he tried scratching at the back of your neck in an attempt to comfort you.

“For your lit class? When’s it due?”

“That’s the thing,” you rested your chin on his chest and looked up at him with pleading eyes, not really knowing what you were asking for. “I’m just writing it as a practice for my exam, it’s in two days and if I can’t answer the essay question, what’s the point?”

“She gave you the essay question?”

“Yeah. Well, it’s just to analyze a scene and talk about what it means and blah blah blah whatever,” you talked while he pulled you into your room. “But I can’t focus and it’s like my eyeballs want me to fail.”

You stood behind him while he looked over your desk of loose index cards, open binders and notebooks with margins overrun with scribbles, and of course the half written essay on your laptop.

“You wanna sit down and I’ll quiz you on it? So you don’t have to strain your eyes anymore?” He started picking up the notecards before you even answered, just to organize for you if nothing else. You listened and sat on your bed with your back against the wall.

“Yeah, that’s ok.”

“Good, ok, yeah. These ones?” He held up the colorful neon flash cards.

“Mhm, Othello.”

Peter hasn’t even thought of Shakespeare since Macbeth senior year. Too wrapped up in more scientific studies and uh, spiderman-ing. But he’d do it for you.

Three-quarters of the way through the set he could see your breath evening out and your eyes fluttering.

“Here, lay down,” he guided you forward by the shoulder.

“Hm?”

“I’ll read to you.” He slid in behind you on the bed and pulled the blankets over both of you.

“You don’t have your glasses.”

“I’ll manage,” he reached over to grab the book off the table then relaxed back down to pull you to his chest.

“You’ll strain your eyes.” As if he didn’t arrive by swinging from building to building, that’s the danger you were worried about.

“I’ll manage.”

Your head was on his chest and he read over your shoulder.

“Start here,” you pointed to the section your essay was focused on, half way through a passage.

“She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore, in faith, ‘twas strange, 'twas passing strange, 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story. And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake: She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used: Here comes the lady; let her witness it.”

He looked down at you to find you sleeping, happy that you finally found a moment’s rest. He kissed your forehead, wherever he could reach. “I love you.” He wasn’t even sure you could hear, but he needed you to know anyway.

“I love you,” you mumbled into his chest.

#dell's fics #della celebrates 100 #kait💜#tasm!peter x reader #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter fluff #tasm!peter x you #tasm fic #tasm spiderman #the amazing spider man #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #tasm!peter parker fic #tasm!peter fanfiction #tasm!peter parker fanfiction

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notastraykid · 1 year

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∞Pairing: non-idol!Changbin x fem!reader

∞Genre: hopefully fluff?

∞Warnings: None. May be a little boring? Idk.

∞Synopsis: You’re cold and can’t sleep. Changbin is your human heater.

∞Word Count: Just over 1000? Totally not proof-read.

I haven’t written in a looo--oong ass time so please, don’t be too harsh on me. ><; also, does anyone know why I couldn't post this via the website and only via the app?

You slowly shuffled along the dark corridor with a frown on your face, wrapped up in one of your fluffy bed blanket. Your pink fleece pyjamas bottoms almost tripped you up as you walked; you weren’t the tallest of people. It was late, it was freezing cold and you could not warm up at all. This made you a very grumpy individual.

You got to your housemates bedroom door and frowned as you went to knock. The not-so-obvious sound of Changbin enjoying his sleep filtered through to your ears. Of course, he would be able to sleep through one of the coldest nights this winter had offered your city.

A little shiver went through your body as you gently knocked on his door and waited and tried to rub your cold, goose pimpled arms under the blanket. The snoring stopped. You heard a click, and the bottom of the door was dimly illuminated.

“Wa’is it? Its…” a pause, “3.45am!” Changbin declared in a whine. You opened the door a little and found your best friend with one eye closed and the other squinting at his phone, before looking up to you. “You okay?”

“I’m freezing. I can’t sleep. I could cry! Do you have any more blankets?” You pouted as you stood in his doorway.

Changbin grunted. “No. C’mere.” He shifted back to the other side of his bed and threw back the duvet. He gestured for you to come forward and lay down. You grinned to yourself. Whenever you found yourself cold or just needing comfort, a shoulder to cry on or just someone create mischief with, Changbin was always your port of call.

You had known him for years, meeting through mutual friends in your first year of university. There was an instant connection, with your friends staying that you were each other’s perfect missing piece. You didn’t really believe in soulmates, platonic or other, but this was an easy friendship and you knew you couldn’t be without your ‘Binnie-Boy’. He made you happy.

Now of course, you weren’t blind. You appreciated the visuals of your best friend. Who wouldn’t? He ate very well, spent a lot of time at the gym and looked after himself. He always said that his beauty was a refection of how well he treats people and how he is true to himself. The smile Changbin has had always made your heart do a little flutter but with a smile like his, even the most heartless person would giggle and blush if he flashed you his pearly whites.

There had been times, occasions where you think maybe, perhaps, possibly… there was a two-way crush. Cute moments, little touches, and glances… the odd flirty comments… but nothing ever came of it. You always pushed it to the back of your mind and got on with life, happily living in your little friendship bubble with Changbin.

With a little happy shuffle towards his bed, you dropped the blanket you had around you and lay down in front of Changbin, turning so you were facing away. You clicked the little switch on his bedside lamp, pulled the duvet over then pulled his arms around your waist. Changbin sighed and flexed his hands and fingers on top of yours before squeezing you closer to him.

One thing about Changbin was he was like a human heater, which was the real reason you had waddled along to his room rather than putting more layers on. You knew you weren’t going to get another blanket. He knew you weren’t really asking for another blanket. You needed your Binnie-Boy.

“Yah you’re like a block of ice. I think I’ve just dropped a few degrees myself!” Changbin did a little wiggle, shaking you both. You giggled as you settled back into his chest. “It’s not even that cold. You’re just being dramatic.”

“If that was the case, then why are my feet like this?” You shifted a little and put your feet under his own. A smug little grin crossed your face as he yelped and tensed for a moment. “See! I’m like an iceberg. An arctic blast. A snowman. A-” “-nnoying.” Changbin finished for you, a high-pitched laugh left his mouth as he relaxed back into you. He kept your feet wrapped with his own, however.

Changbin quickly rubbed his hands over yours to try and create friction for heat. “You’re lucky I love you. No one else would be able to put up with your ice-cube toes and your ice lolly fingers.” You elbowed him in defence, and he again let out a high pitched giggle.

You were glad it was dark as you felt heat rise into your cheeks. You wanted to be warm but didn’t expect a flush from them three words. Yeah, you were best friends but there was a difference between ‘Love ya!’ and ‘I love you.’, right? Were you reading into it again? Thinking it meant something more? You were too tired and still too cold to think more.

The chuckling died down. The only sound was the duet of deep breaths from the two of you. It was on a matter of minutes before sleep claimed its victims.

“Hmm…” you hesitated a little, Changbin shifted ever so slightly, returning the same sound in a manner of question.

“One day, Binnie-Boy, you’ll have a girlfriend and this here,” you squeezed his forearms which were still wrapped around your middle, “…will be no more.” You did a little laugh but there was no real humour in the statement.

You didn’t really like that thought. Changbin cuddling up to someone else.

Changbin was your warmth, your instant happiness, your light when everything was dark, he was your safe space.

It was only a matter of time he found someone worthy, really. He deserved someone to make him happy. His own light in any darkness he would encounter. His own heat in the cold.

If you were being honest with yourself, you would realise you felt selfish and you didn’t really want to share, but when the time came… You were sure you could give these moments up.

Changbin gently rubbed his cheek against the soft fleecey part of your covered shoulder and lightly sighed.

“Only one way to fix that,” He muttered into your ear, his voice sounding more and more drowsy as sleep was returning. “You’ll have to finally realise that you should be my girlfriend.”

You had never felt so warm.

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lostghostthing · 11 months

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Rebekah's Cat

Word Count: 900 -1000+?

Rebekah's POV

I was walking the streets of New Orleans, minding my own business when I saw some boy hurting a little cat. I vamp myself over to them and grabbed the cat. "What do you boys think you're doing?" I asked the three of them. They looked up at me with fear, "uh... we wer... were" the smallest tried to speak, "just go" I rolled my eyes. "Make us" I tallest laughed, "go before I rip your voice box from your neck and do the same for your cold heart." My vampire side started to show. The tall one grabbed the other two and ran away. "Stupid boys" I laughed, then I looked in my arms. There was the cat I saved. They had a beautiful pure white coat. "Aren't you a beautiful..." I flipped the cat over to see it's gender, "girl" I smiled, flipping the cat back other.

This cat was so beautiful that I adopted them. I didn't ask or tell my family for a week. But now, to night was the night I told them about Yn. My "new" adopted cat.

"Rebekah, dinner is ready" I heard my older brother, Elijah call. I smiled and walked to my window. I opened it, and Yn quickly ran in. She jumped up into the room and sat on my bed. I closed my window and grabbed Yn. "I want you to hide downstairs until I call you" I told her, holding her close to my face. She nodded and I put her down, I opened the door and let her run across the hall. I walked out my room and close my door behind me.

"Ah, there you are Rebekah. What took you so long?" Kol asked, "I wasn't that long" I hit Kol's head. "Please, no fighting my mother asked, "ok" me and Kol said at the same time. "Hello family" I heard Klaus said as he walked in the room. He sat on the other side of me. "Can we eat all ready?" Kol wined, "eat" Mom said.

When we were all about done, I cleared my throat. "Yes, Rebekah?" My father questioned. "I have something to tell you" "and what is that, dear sister" Eiljah looked worried for me. "I... Well, more like I have someone I want you to meet. Yn" I called, and she came running to me from upstairs. "A CAT!?!" Kol questioned, "yes, I got a cat and her name is Yn"

"Aww, she's beautiful" Elijah smiled as he placed a piece of streak in his mouth. Yn walked over to Elijah and rubbed up against him. "Hello there Yn" he looked into her E/C eyes, she jumped up into his lap and sat. "I think she likes you Elijah" "I hope so" he pet her head.

Yn's POV

I jumped up into Elijah's lap and sat down. He was sweet to my owner Rebekah, so I'll be sweet to him. "I think she likes you Elijah" Rebekah smiled, "I hope so" he pet my head softly. I then looked across the table to see a dirty blonde man. I hoped off Elijah's lap and walked over to the dirty blonde one. "Hello there Luv" Luv? Luv... why would he said that? I jumped into his lap and sat down. I heard Kol chuckle and joke about how the dirty blonde man was being a big softie.

After dinner, everyone when to bed. I said good night to everyone and gave them a kiss on the cheek. Two for Kol and Elijah. Rebekah and I then went upstairs to her bed. Finally, I could sleep on the bed. I jumped up on it quickly and lay down, waiting for Rebekah to change into her sleep wear. When is was done, she crawled into bed and laid on her back. I crawled over slowly and laid on her chest. "Really" I laughed at me, I mowed in reposes.

3 Years Later...

Yn's POV

I have been living with the Mikaelsons for just little over a year, and they have never known my real form. Until to night

It was around 5 in the morning, and I needed some water. Fresh, ice-cold water is with I wanted. I looked up at Rebekah to make sure she was sleeping. And she was, and with that I jumped off the bed to the floor. I jumped up and turned the held, I fell down but landed on my feet. I then pawed at the open and slowed opened it. Finally, I thought to myself as I walked out the room. I walked out into the hall and down the stairs, quietly. It was dark, but because I was a cat, I could see in the dark.

When I got to the kitchen, I turned into my human form. I had clothes on of course, I'm not crazy. I stood up and walked to the cabinet, I opened it and grabbed a beautiful glass cup. Then I walked to the fringe.

after I filled my glass, I took the sip I needed. "Finally," I smiled, all of a sudden, the kitchen light cut on. I looked over at the entertainment of the kitchen and saw Klaus. Shit! I thought to myself before being pushed to one of the kitchen walks. "Who the fuck are you!?!" He grabbed my throat and had his other arm by his side, ready to attack. "What's going on!?!" I heard Mr. Mikaelson and the others running downstairs. "Who is that?" Mrs. Mikaelson yelled as she ran over. "Get your hands off the poor girl, Niklaus!" She pushed him a side, I fell to the floor catching my breathe. "Are you ok, dear?" She asked with question in her eyes. "Yea" I said nodded my head as I looked up at the others. "Who are you!" Klaus yelled about to attack again, but Elijah held him back. I got scared and transformed back into a cat before running to Rebekah for protection. She picked me up and hugged me, "did you see what I saw?!" "Yes, she's a shapeshifter" "you knew?!" Kol asked, "yep" she replied and hugged me again. "Please can she stay?" Rebekah asked her parents with hope her in her magical eyes. "Of course, dear" Ms. Mikaelson answered before anyone else. I jumped out of Rebekah's arms and transformed into my human form again. "Thank you, Mrs. Mikaelson" I smiled at her, "you're very pretty dear" she smiled back.

And ever since then, I been living with the Mikaelsons.

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Nightmares

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Tw— mentions of past sexual abuse Language?

Prompt~ reader who teaches English and Larissa have only recently made there relationship official to the rest of Nevermore. Reader has issues sleeping.comfort Larissa

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You had not hand an uninterrupted night of sleep for weeks. At first you could hide the tiredness with a bit of makeup and a coffee. But slowly and surly it was taking it'a toll on your body. The dark circles that seemed to have permanently taken up residence underneath your eyes were harder to hide. People were starting to notice how irritable you were at the slightest things. As a teacher you were known to be quite calm and relaxed yet today especially every little thing caused a reaction that you most definitely were not proud of.

You'd snapped at a newer member of Nevermore for scraping his chair on the floor when getting yo to sharpen his pencil. In another class a girl was coughing and it just got on your last nerve. Everything seemed to be magnified by a 1000 these days. Just like the headache that was currently wrecking havoc in your temples. Eyes burning as you attempted to go over the lesson plans for your next class. The 3rd years consisted of a few well known interesting individuals. One of those were the raven hair pigtailed up start that had been causing your girlfriend, no end of grief these days. The same grief that had you hardly seeing the goddess that was the principle of Nevermore. You're relationship was no secret, you shared quarters with Larissa yet still you hardly saw her. You went to bed before her and when you woke she was gone. It seemed to be a pattern that was inevitable and not likely to cease anytime soon. Although that meant your nightmares were a lot easier to hide from the other women due to her having such a hectic schedule.

The bed always felt so much cooler without your own personal hot water bottle. Oh how you longed to just fall asleep safely cocooned in your loves slender arms. Laying curled up on your left side you stole a quick glance at the bright red numbers reading 23:00 hours. Exhaustion soon overcome your body like a cloud of darkness.

Chest heaving, you blinked rapidly trying to place which version of hell you had been transported too tonight. The persistent thundering knocks on the door was what made you realise. It was her. Back to a time where you knew no difference. Back before Larissa. You could feel your heart rate picking up even more as if that was actually possible without causing a heart attack. Only when the door barged open did you full understand what you'd be dealing with. The ranting of the other women sounded all muffled as the fear washed over you in tidal waves. If possible it seemed to be worse than when the actual event happened. At least then you didn't know the fresh hell that would be unleashed in this room. It wasn't long before the nightmare was reaching its climax.

Shockwaves of pain. You could feel it radiating through every bone,muscle, tissue and cell of your body. You'd said no. You knew that. But you knew it was pointless. She'd take what she wanted no matter what. She owned you. Controlled every fibre of your being. Why would she care if you consented. To her you were hers, to use, to abuse, to do whatever she damn well pleased. Tears flowing freely down your cheeks breathes struggling to come out steadily as she took what she wanted. Not only was it not something you wanted you couldn't escape. To her your prey. Tied up being used and abused and tonight she even had a knife to your throat. One simple threat was sneered at you rendering you motionless and deadly silent. "Move or make any sound and I'll cut you. There's no pain quite like this in the world being forced into something you clearly don't want to do. It wouldn't be the first time or the last this would occur. A sob wretched it's way through your body only angering the forceful attacker above you causing her to bring her knife down and create a vertical gash on your wrist. Resulting in a blood curling scream.

Bolting upright you could defeat the tear stained tracks down your cheeks, the sound of the blood curling scream your body had just released seemed to be echoing through the darkened room. You're breathing was rapid and messy. The steady pattern it should have had was gone. The tale tale signs of your panic attacks were running havoc all throughout your exhausted body. Although you know you should try to sit up right you couldn't help but bring your knees to your chest. Head resting atop your knees eye's screwed shut, you tried to quiet the uncontrollable sobs as to not waking the women that must have joined you at some point during that shit show of a nightmare.

Too far gone into panic mode you don't register the click of the lamp switch, the room bathing in a soft yellow glow. You don't register your girlfriend's face going from sleepy to concern in a matter of seconds as she blinks the sleep from her eyes. Only wanting to help she reaches out to touch your shoulder only to flinch back like she was burned with your response.

"Don't fucking touch me!" More uncontrollable sobs worked their way through you. "I said no! Get off me! Get off-get off- get off me! You're hurting me... please stop... it hurts!" Full blown hysteria was not something Larissa had to deal with in your relationship but the guilt overwhelmed her. She only wanted to help and she unintentionally made it worse. You were quite clearly in pain. What could she do when you're being tortured by your own mind?

"Y/n? Darling? It's Larissa honey your safe" she whispered unsure if you could here her as she moved to sit in your direct view. Hands resting on top of her thighs so you could see them. "Honey? It's okay. I'm here. No one is going to touch you I promise. It's just your Rissa. You're safe. You're okay." All Larissa could do was repeat the mantra hoping to break through the attack.

"R-ri- ss-a ?"you gasped out sucking in desperate breaths. Your attack seeming to have reached its peak but coming down that mountain would be no easier than the climb up.

"That's right darling, your Rissa. You're okay. You're safe with me. My love can I touch you?" She outstretched her arms just slightly to indicate that she just wanted to hold you. You nearly knocked her backwards with the force you went barrelling into her arms with. Strangled sobs still escaping your lips seemingly increasing in volume, your body shaking uncontrollably as you clutched onto your girlfriend like she was the last life raft in the middle of the ocean.

"Oh my darling girl. I'm here. Focus on my heart beat okay my love? Try to breathe with it." She watched you as you attempted to take some shaky breaths in the rhythm of her heart beating. A soft gentle touch up and down your spine. Nose buried into her neck, you started to feel your breathing return to a slightly more human level.

"Good job little one. Such a good girl. You're okay honey. I have you. I won't leave you okay?" Was what she had breathed into your ear, rocking you slightly as you both waited for your breathing to become fully regular.

Pulling back slightly, you peaked up through your lashes in an attempt to reassure yourself that she was really here. Only to realise you'd been spotted which only spurred you to go back into hiding. For comfort or what it embossment over your breakdown?

"Little one, why are you hiding from me? I promise you I'm here your safe and I'm most definitely real." It was as if the shape shifter possessed mind reading abilities as the latter of her statement was whispered so softly into the night you hardly caught it.

It wasn't long after that which had you curled up in the arms of the women who quite literally owned every piece of your shattered heart. Although you knew the older women had no idea what had caused such a strong reaction from you, you were relieved she had not tried to force answers from you. Maybe that's what caused you to revel what you'd seen.

"It was her. Again. She god Rissa she well she hurt me. Rissa I said no. She didn't listen. I she said she owns me and I - I don't want to be hers. I want to be yours. Only yours." Absentmindedly tracing the scar she had left on your otherwise perfect ivory skin. "I'm sorry for waking you. Normally they aren't as vivid and I can deal with them. Are you upset with me? I can sleep else where till regain control again if you wish? I don't want to anger you." The anxiety of the situation causing your voice to tremble and a whimper to escape you. God how pathetic if she wasn't going to kick you out of bed, she sure as hell would now.

Smooth pads of her thumbs wiped the stray tears still falling as she encouraged you to look into her eyes. Being met with only love and concern you could feel your body relax ever so slightly. "My little one, I don't want you to go anywhere else I promise. I'm not angry with you my love. Don't worry about waking me either I'd stay up all night and hold you if it meant you never felt pain like that ever again." She paused briefly trying to phrase the next part of her speech correctly. For a principle who dealt with public speaking more often than most, this was extremely difficult but she needed to get every word perfectly spot on.

"Little one... she's not here and she never will be anywhere near you again. I'm so sorry for what she did my little dove you didn't deserve that. You're the purest angel I've ever met. Quite frankly, I can't believe you're mine. I don't know what I did in this life or my past ones to deserve you but I'm so glad I did it. I would never hurt such a sweetling as yourself. And honey you aren't hers. What she did was not you being hers. That's abuse my love. However you can be mine for as long as you wish. I'll only take what you give me darling. You're mine as much as I am yours. Okay my love?"

"You can have my heart... I'm sorry it's in pieces but I want you to have it." You mumbled ducking your eyes to avoid her loving gaze.

"It's a good job we have art classrooms in Nevermore then, im sure I can find some super glue to ensure your heart is whole once more. And I promise to keep it safe for as long as you allow me to have it. Will you have my heart my darling girl?"

"med nöje min älskade" (of course my love) you whispered as you moved to press a sweet kiss to her lips. Exhaustion clouded your mind, you didn't even realise you had spoken another language until the sound of a gasp filled the room. With a small chuckle a kiss was pressed to your head as your lover whispered "oh little one the things you do to me, we must try to sleep again do you think you can?"

You knew Larissa would keep you safe. So you nodded slightly snuggling deeper in her arms allowing her comforting scent wash over you. It wasn't long till your body finally gave into the exhaustion. This time you drifted into a dreamless state. Almost as if Larissa was acting as a knight fighting of all evil.

It wasn't the light peaking through the closed curtains that stirred you. No. It was the hushed tone of your girlfriends whispers into her phone. Your curiosity had you listening in as Larissa informed the other person, who you assumed to Marilyn a close friend of you both, that you and the principle were taking the day off.

"Marilyn... she's exhausted, mhm yes up most the night more poor little dove..... mhm I will.... Yes thank you.... I'll be sure to tell her.... Okay goodbye miss Thornhill."

Once the arms returned over your waist you once again was pulled into the realm of sleep. This time a smile tugging at your lips. You may have gone through some rain but you'd now found your sun. And hopefully together you could create a rainbow.

Word count~ 2227 😳

*Authors note~ the longest one shot yet, if anyone has experienced anything like reader just know it's not your fault and I'll always have open messages to be a listening ear. I myself have experienced something similar so I just want you all to know this is a safe space*

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evilhasnever · 1 year

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hmmmmMMMM if you’re still taking prompts I have lots of fondness for Fallow Fields!verse

Thank you so much! This turned into a vague Meng Shi POV (cw: some misgendering of A-Yao from SiSi, but she does love him. A-Yao has two moms.) This is pretty sad, given that it's about a trans kid in a brothel, and it is also... very much 1000 words about periods. No idea what possessed me to write about that. It's not a lot of fun, but no other CWs apply other than the above + Meng Shi's implied health issues.

(and here's a link to Fallow Fields, though you don't need to read it to understand this!)

If all of that is alright with you, proceed under the cut.

Meng Yao was thirteen when the first bleeding came. Later than most, but he was so small he still looked like a child younger than his age. Meng Shi had known it was going to happen sooner or later, and told her kid to come to her immediately when it did, making sure nobody spotted him on the way.

And so he did - her A-Yao snuck into her room one early morning after spending the night god knows where, his outer robe wrapped around his waist and bunching awkwardly down over his thighs.

“Mama, I am bleeding,” A-Yao confessed, thighs pressed together fitfully and a painful grimace on his little face. “But nobody knows. I made sure of it.” Some blood had gotten on the hem of his sleeves, somehow.

“Come here my heart,” Meng Shi murmured, getting up from the bed even though her bones felt brittle. “Do not worry, we have everything ready for such a thing.”

A-Yao turned wide, trusting eyes towards her. Such a good child, he wouldn’t say pointless things like that he didn’t want this, or that it hurt. Even though Meng Shi knew both of these things were true. She wished it had waited a few more years, until they were free from this place. But time doesn’t wait for anyone; A-Yao was small and gaunt, but he’d started hunching more lately, preemptively concealing a chest that was barely there, and Meng Shi wouldn’t be able to hide him for much longer.

“It doesn’t change anything, my heart,” she assured, gathering a few things. “Just make sure to wear a catch cloth, like this, and wash your own clothes where nobody can see. Does it hurt a lot?”

“Not a lot,” A-Yao replied, obediently. She didn’t quite believe him, but pinched his cheek nonetheless. It was caked with grime, as it often was. Making sure A-Yao looked every bit like a street rat was the best defense against customers’ wandering eyes.

“Wash up and then lay down for a while, my dear. Mama will take care of everything.”

“I need to practice drills,” A-Yao protested, but he went to the water bucket willingly.

“You can do that in the afternoon,” Meng Shi shushed him. “You can’t practice when you haven’t slept. A good sleep is a gentleman’s best friend.”

She helped him dress in clean clothes, showed him how to secure a cloth between his legs and not let it slip, then put him to bed with whispered reassurances. She petted his head until he fell into an uneasy slumber, and did not stop even as her joints ached with the repeated gesture. It had been a long night, and it would be an even longer day - she didn’t dare to sleep with her baby so troubled.

“Shi’er, why are you still awake?”

SiSi walked into the room with an armful of clothes that needed mending, makeup still on her face and her hair only half-up. She spared an assessing glance for A-Yao taking up the bed, then the bloodied clothes Meng Shi had balled up in a basket.

“Shit. The aunt came, huh?” she whispered, careful not to wake the child. “You should have sent her away sooner, Shi’er. Now it’s too late.”

Meng Shi shook her head. Even if she’d been able to part from her child, without money and without a family name there was nowhere for A-Yao to go.

“How did the babe take it?” SiSi whispered, drawing Meng Shi towards the other side of the room.

“My A-Yao does not complain,” Meng Shi said proudly, but she couldn’t conceal the grimace that wanted to creep on her features. “But it’s going to be difficult from now on. My health’s been poor as of late, I must pick up the slack.”

SiSi gave her a disapproving but affectionate gaze. “Making it look like the kid has mange is all well and good, but plenty of creeps out there would not care. If the Madame so much as smells the blood on her, she is going to sell her first night before you can even say no,” she said darkly, echoing Meng Shi’s fearful thoughts. “Your rich man needs to come back soon, or Yao’er will lose any chance of ever marrying well.”

“A-Yao doesn’t need to marry,” Meng Shi reminded her firmly, her breath slightly labored as she stood to pick up the soiled clothes. “He will be a cultivator. Their rules are different. One can make their own way in the cultivation world if they’re strong.”

“Saying it doesn’t make it true, Shi’er. You filled your baby’s head with stories about gentlemanly heroes—“

“It was not my idea, it was A-Yao’s,” Meng Shi whispered heatedly. “Besides, it’s safer this way, isn’t it?”

SiSi groaned. “I want the best for the babe too, but—”

They both turned to look towards the bed, where A-Yao slept fitfully. His face was flushed and his lips rosy, the prettiness of youth inexorably blossoming on his features with each passing month, no matter how much they tried to conceal it with baggy clothes and powders.

“SiSi,” Meng Shi sighed, closing the curtains between the little alcove and the rest of the room. “You know as well as I do that women hardly ever leave this place. If A-Yao can… if at least A-Yao could…”

She didn’t need to finish the sentence. The shared helplessness weighed on the both of them heavier than a stone, but their hope was shared as well, flimsy as it was. That a bright and willful child could make it out, could become someone.

Meng Shi nodded in a final manner, even as a traitorous cough made her choke in her fist. “If A-Yao can learn enough cultivation, he will be welcomed by his father no matter what he wears. Who wouldn’t accept such a good, filial child? He only needs to be strong enough to make the trip - we can protect him until then.”

“Well, I agree with you on one thing, Shi’er… do not send that man a daughter.” SiSi rubbed Meng Shi’s arm dejectedly, shaking her head. “I’ll go get some ginger root for cramps.”

#ask box #xiyao drabbles #technically no xiyao in this one #but someday #shiome fic

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loosesodamarble · 1 year

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Happy Birthday Cookie, From Magna Swing

Since I'm no artist, I decided to write a little fic for @crazycookiemaniac. It's part silly fluff and part some gushing encouragement.

A little love from the rest of the Bulls but mostly from Magna~!

Word count: ~1000

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You let out what must’ve been your tenth yawn since you crawled out of bed that morning. You shuffled along with your shoulder to the wall since your eyes were still so heavy with sleep. While rubbing your eyes, you yawned once more.

“I’ll have breakfast and then wake up…” you muttered.

Along the way to the kitchen, you passed several of the Black Bulls.

Noelle slowed her pace to smile and wave at you, “Good morning and happy birthday!”

“Happy birthday,” Gordon whispered as he passed you. “I’d love to stay and celebrate but I was called away.”

“No problem, you finding the time to see me before you leave is still really sweet,” you replied but did give him a quick hug before he really had to go.

“Got another good year on you,” Yami said while giving your head a ruffle, effectively shaking you awake. “Keep it up!”

“Thanks! And I will!”

Yes, it was your birthday. And it warmed your heart that those around you were there to give you a little extra love on your special day. The passing “happy birthday”s and teases of the gifts you’d receive later that day was already making the day bright.

Suddenly, you heard an ear-splitting

“GYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”

By the sounds of it, it was Magna.

You snapped to attention and bolted the rest of the way to the kitchen. When you pushed the door open, your nose was assaulted by an awful, burnt stench. You slapped your hands over your nose and mouth while taking in the scene before you.

Luck cowered—crouched down with only his eyes high enough to peek out—behind the counter in the middle of the kitchen. He looked genuinely scared. What Luck stared at in horror was Magna, standing in front of the oven as it lay open and spewing smoke like it was a forest fire. You watched Magna pull something out of the oven before panickedly slamming it on the counter.

“What the heck even happened to it?!” Magna yelled as he pushed up his sunglasses to get a better look at…

It honest to gods looked like a block of charcoal. It smelled like it came straight out of hell too. Whatever it was meant to be… It really wasn’t that.

“What am I supposed to tell her now?” Magna shook his head. He only stopped when he noticed you. “GAH!”

Magna leapt in between you and the burning abomination.

“Hey! Morning! Happy birthday!” he said with a painfully wide smile. “This isn’t anything important to you! You can just go back to sleep and come back when it’s all cleaned up so you can assume this was just a dream? How about that?” He laughed nervously and you could already see sweat gathering on his brow. “Please?”

Oh. So that’s what it’s supposed to be, you realized. You walked up to Magna and wrapped your arms around him. “Thanks, Magna. I bet the cake was my favorite flavor, too. Right?”

"Yeah..."

You felt Magna’s arms wrap around you. His embrace was warm. He didn't squeeze you but you felt secure in that position. Magna made you feel safe in general. But hugging him made you feel even safer.

You wondered if Magna knew how he made you feel. If he understood just how much you cherished his presence. But that could be a topic for another day.

When you lifted your head to look Magna in the eye, he turned his gaze to the floor.

Usually, you would've been endeared to his shyness but at that moment, you felt concern.

“Sorry for ruining it. I just…”

“Just what? I would’ve been okay with a store bought cake too, ya’ know.”

“But you deserve better than that!” Magna proclaimed. He stepped back, looked you in the eyes, and held you by your arms. “I wanted to make something for you with my own two hands, just like you do for me all the time!”

You blushed a little, thinking of the various sketchbooks you’d filled with his visage. You’d drawn the other Bulls naturally, but Magna was definitely your muse. You’d even gifted him a sketchbook full of him for his birthday. It made him ecstatic. And it pleased you to know that he loved each and every page of it.

“You’re also saying the nicest things to me! Whenever I’m in a bad mood, you’re there to cheer me on or just let me vent when it’s real bad! The way you draw me makes me feel good! Like… Like I’m the most handsome guy in the world! I know I’m not ugly but you just… I dunno, the way you see me has changed how I see myself and I like that!”

A smile came to your face as Magna went on and on about you. He really was the kind of guy that loved to build up those he cared for. And you were one of those people.

“It’s not just that. You’re awesome in general. You’re kind, funny, skilled, understanding, and all the most amazing things in the world. Seeing you smile always makes me want to smile too. And the way you try, even when things are tough inspires me to do the same! I know that life’s been rough on you but you keep pulling through. You’re a lot tougher than you know, you know? And well… I just want you to have nice things in life. Not because you’ve ‘earned’ them but just because I want you to have it good. But then when I try to make something for you… I ended up ruining it. Sorry.”

It warmed your heart to know that everything you did, whether for him or just in his presence, stuck with him and pushed him to try something probably very new to him. You were so glad that you got the chance to meet him, to know him. And you were overjoyed to know that he thought highly of you, just as you adored him.

“Magna,” you started, “I’m happy enough that you tried for my sake. Thank you for that alone.” You shrugged off his hold to hug him again. “You’re just as nice, you know. You make me want to be braver and give life everything I’ve got. I think you’re the coolest and manliest person I know. So thanks again.”

You hugged Magna and he hugged you back for a while.

You already loved Magna when he wasn’t even trying but seeing the effort he made for you made you love him all the more.

#magna swing #black clover #black clover fanfic #happy birthday cookie~!#cookie you really do deserve a lot of love #just because you deserve good things #i hope this is an okay gift...#i kinda defaulted to a blank blob stand in but this is meant for you specifically cookie #i wanted to give back since you've done some awesome commissions for me and i askjhasrthuat!#thanks for everything and keep being awesome cookie!

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sabineelectricheart · 2 months

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Rain Splattered Against a Hotel Window

Summary: The C&R corporate heir has a clandestine encounter on the eve of his wedding.

Rating: T - Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.

Words: 1000

Notes: I did the fluff. Now it’s back to the angst.

The small but constant raindrops hit against the wide window at the highest floor of the building, meshing in a void cacophony. The lights in the room were all out, a few candles are scattered around the surfaces.

He wants to see her, but he does not want for her to see him. He does not want anyone to see them. He feels shame, she supposes, and she could not fault him too much.

MC is alone in the wide, spacious hotel room. It reminded her of the penthouse where they lived together for a week, probably due to the fact that both apartments were so far up in a high-rise, but it is also very different. It is more clinical in here, more sanitized, standardised. It is depressing.

The door handle twists. It is three in the morning. She has been waiting for him since sunset. Dinner lay uneaten and forgotten on the table.

Her look turns back, away from the window. A beam of light floods the room in a flash, and is soon gone, replaced by a dark, gaunt figure.

His eyes were strained with war. Desperation and fear poorly hidden in his irises, woven together with a sturdy determination. They were avoiding her gaze.

Jumin crosses the room in six long strides, taken in quick succession, kneeling in front of her. His hands were light in hers, trembling faintly and calloused. A fragile man, quickly spiralling out of control with only cold eyes and pale skin as his shield.

He was clinging to MC. He is touch starved and she is his craving. If she lets him, if she had not shot him down too many times, she is sure that he is ready to beg her again. If her mind was not so clouded with more immediate worries, she might have stressed over the fact that, this time, with the dreaded morning upon them, she would probably have relented.

Instead, MC focused on everything else. The up and down of his frantic breathing, the wetness of his hair, the fading warmth of his body on hers, the paleness of his features.

She takes his raincoat off and leads him to the bed, laying him down and placing her head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. It reminded her of times when she would hold a large seashell against her ear to hear the waves of the ocean. Both sounds fighting against something.

The tides. The words on the tip of his tongue. The imminent end of something grand.

Jumin pulled her closer and closer with each passing second. His hands caressing any exposed skin, running through her hair. It felt like he was soothing her and she wondered if maybe it should have been the other way around. He is the one being pressured into a terrible marriage, after all.

No words were spoken, it is not needed, for the irony that it is. His turned eyes and her wavering breaths spoke a thousand words itself.

He would not be there come morning. She would pick up her luggage from the closet, walk to the front desk, return the card key to the information that her stay had already been settled and leave, leave and never see any of this ever again, to try and build herself a life somewhere else, with someone else.

He is breaking at the seams. MC knew it from the hours spent talking away, at that damn messenger app, and then later, in person, tucked away at some corner of the city. She knew it from the paper cuts on his fingers. She knew it from the chapped lips as he mouthed words. She knew it from the purple under his eyes as hours passed and sleep no longer seemed like an option.

And she knew it from the slow knock on the hotel room door and the way he held her.

“Jumin?” She whispered, her voice caressing his skin.

He shuddered. She could feel the way his muscles rippled from where her body kissed his.

“Don’t. Just lay with me for a while.” He murmured; tremors laid in between his syllables as he tightened his hold around her.

Jumin seemed to know what she wanted to ask. He tasted the unspoken before it even crossed her mind, and he does not want to talk about it. He does not want to talk about his feelings or at how his throat is sealing shut. He does not want to talk about threads.

This is all useless. He might as well indulge in what he wants one last time, without thinking.

She can only nod her acceptance. She felt his heart steady then, matching the rhythm of the light rain hitting the fogged windows.

Clenching her eyes shut, she wished she could stay in this moment forever. The smell of the burning candle on the bedside table mixing with the smell of his shampoo and the dust of the city, it all taking over the room.

His arms are tight around her, bringing her impossibly closer with every shift. He does not want to let go, and she does not want to be released from him. From her deep breaths against his chest and the goosebumps that arose from it.

This is a goodbye. She knows that this is a goodbye, he knows that this is a goodbye, but there is something in her mind, a stubborn denial that points to their compatibility, at how their heartbeats are in sync, at how her figure fitted with his, at the happiness when they are together and the suffocating anxiety when they are apart.

MC things that she might be in love. Jumin is sure.

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow?” She asked.

“Yes. Tomorrow.” He answered.

They both knew that was a lie, but they instead chose to hope that there was no longer a tomorrow at all, to instead live in a frozen memory of her body intertwined with his.

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Mystic Messenger Masterlist

#mystic messenger #Jumin Han

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ksbbb · 2 years

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wiping away someone’s tears-thiam

Fic Drabble : prompt

A roar pierces through the night, shaking Liam from his sleep, and causing him to stumble out of bed. He quickly looks around at his surroundings. It’s quiet, and other than the piercing roar that woke him, nothing seems to be out of place.

He lays back down, wondering if he was dreaming, until the roar pierces the night again, and he jolts up quickly, almost tripping down the steps. He pulls his phone out, glancing for any texts, but the last text is a snarky response from Theo. Nothing recent to alert him of any abnormalities or trouble.

Theo.

He almost freezes before opening the front door as he realizes the roar he’s hearing is one he should be familiar one. A roar he’s heard 1000 times over and will continue to hear if Theo stays in Beacon Hills. It’s not his usual angry roar though. It’s almost anxiety ridden, or more terrified than anything else. He’s not sure what’s worse, Theo being terrified enough to roar, to sound like that, or Liam being crazy enough to run after the noise.

He makes it out of the house and down the road in record time, and he barely has time to register that calling Deaton at this hour might disturb him, but Liam can’t focus on anything other than the roar he heard a few minutes ago. It’s causing his own anxiety to amplify at not knowing what’s going on.

“Liam.” A tried voice greets him after a what seems like an eternity.

“Deaton. I heard Theo roaring. Where is he staying? He’s still near that place near you, right?” Liam asks, not even bothering to keep his voice level or calm. There isn’t any time to think about how he’s coming off to Deaton.

“He didn’t take it. I’m not sure where he’s staying now. He said it was too expensive right now. Last I knew he was out in the preserve. He said he had to watch for hunters. I saw him before I left the clinic and he was firm on staying the night to make sure no one else shows up. Or takes us by surprise. “ Deaton sighs.

“You didn’t feel the need to tell me?” Liam questions, still running down the road and thankful for the years of lacrosse and werewolf strength to be able to move as quickly as possible.

“Not really. Theo said you knew.” Deaton sighs, sounding more tired than before, and Liam feels a surge of annoyance at Theo. His need for keeping things from him and not bothering to even mention any plans he has. He’s probably dead somewhere now because of his stubbornness. The thought of Theo being dead creates a new fear inside him. One that’s freezes the blood in his veins, and has him barely able to speak.

An ache pierces throughout his entire body that shakes him to his core, and he bites back a growl from the intense emotion that hits him. He disconnects from Deaton, barely acknowledging if he said goodbye or thank you, and only noticing that he’s reached the preserve.

He makes his way through the preserve and finds Theo’s truck parked in it. Liam keeps his eyes out for any hunters, but sees no one, and he wastes no time in reaching Theo’s truck. He yanks open the door of the truck to find Theo sleeping. Wait… sleeping?

Theo is laid across the backseat, with a blanket and pillow. Even though he is asleep, his body is tossing and turning, while his claws dig into the cushion beside him. Liam debates on waking him up or not, but his anxiety rises again when Theo clutches his chest and growls.

“Theo…wake up…every werewolf in Beacon Hills can hear you.” Liam shakes Theo, careful to remain back a bit in case the chimera wakes up and loses control. This doesn’t seem like a regular nightmare and the uptick in Theo’s heart rate tells him the chimera is under distress. It in turn distresses Liam and he has to take deep breaths to keep himself from shifting.

Theo shoots up, eyes gold, and fangs out, while Liam holds his hands up to signal he comes in peace, and watches for some recognition from him. Theo turns toward him and blankly stares, his eyes widening for a moment, and Liam takes his chances. He slides into the truck and sits beside Theo, watching as he slowly starts to relax again, and his fangs retract.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Theo sharply asks, anger lacing his voice, and Liam growls in response as he becomes even more concerned at whatever the hell Theo is doing out here.

“I heard you roaring. I thought you were dying and apparently you could have been, since you’re off scouting for hunters without notifying anyone….” Liam’s voice fades off as he notices the wetness around Theo’s eyes.

“Are you…” Liam leans towards Theo, trying to figure out what’s going on, but Theo shoves him away, almost pushing him back out of the truck, and shutting him out. Again.

“It’s just a dream. Sorry I woke you from your beauty sleep.” Theo sneers, tensing his shoulders, and attempting to dismiss Liam.

“That seems like a bad dream. Do you normally roar from your nightmares?” Liam waits, knowing Theo might not be quick to answer something like that. He needs to tread carefully, or at least try to. Theo isn’t someone to talk about what’s going on with him, or why he’s sleeping in the middle of the preserve in the first place. He will deal with that issue later though.

“Sometimes.” Theo mutters, frowning as Liam moves closer, careful not to get too close, but close enough to emphasize he’s not going anywhere. He’s here to stay whether Theo likes it or not.

“Maybe we should talk about why that is.” Liam whispers, gently touching his hand to Theo’s face, and brushing away a tear on his cheek.

“Maybe.” Theo finally says, watching as Liam wipes away a few more tears and settles into the back seat. He pulls at the blanket and places it over them both.

Maybe this time Theo will actually talk to him. It’s a start at least.

#answered #waterloou #thiam drabbles #drabble prompt list #should I have posted this? Fkfkfkf #longer than expected #hope you liked it #thiam #theo raeken #liam dunbar #angsty #soft sort of #soft liam dunbar

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