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lily-bisque · 2 months ago

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volume one — womb

✦ ── pairing: lumberjack!sukuna x citygirl!reader

✦ ── synopsis: taking a hike, alone, in a massive forest to escape your mundane life may not have been the greatest idea you'd conjured up—a realization you'd come to soon after you managed to lose your map miles inland. but when a lumberjack who knows the land like the back of his hand offers you a place to stay, you think maybe your life isn't so tragic after all. besides, for the sake of your safety, who knows what lingers in the shadows after nightfall?

✦ ── contents: lost in the forest au, forced proximity, bantering, angst, trauma/torture aspects, minor injuries, eventual romance, eventual smut, no use of y/n, more tags to be added.

✦ ── a/n: so. this was supposed to be my 1k special but i have no sense of restraint and desperately wanted to release this. enjoy my food. also check out the playlist for the curated mood and for a forehead kiss.

✦ ── word count: 3.9k

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“This was a horrible idea.”

There was a sharp piercing pain in your ankle, due to you brushing it against a shrub, thus prickling it against a rather pointed thorn.

You scowled under your breath, pivoting on the ball of your foot to take a look at the injury just beneath your sock before adjusting the cloth and standing upright.

Your back was miserably sore, sweat clung to you like a second skin, your calves burned as if they were combustible, and worst of all—you were starving.

You felt as if you couldn’t thoroughly enjoy the scenery of the forest anymore—no longer stopping to listen to the throaty croaking of frogs, the wind sliding and slipping between the narrow trees, nor the occasional snap of twigs from skittish wildlife.

It smelled of sun-warmed rock and wet earth, your heart thrumming and yearning for a connection with Mother Earth after months spent cooped up in the city and at home.

Adjusting your rucksack resting on your back, carrying everything you needed—which was far too much for a day hike—you continued on your trek.

For a lack of better wording, you were a noob. You lacked any sort of experience with the woodlands but you believed there was no better time to start than now! Especially since life has managed to feel duller more than ever recently.

Fallen branches snapped underfoot, the tickle of overgrown weeds brushing your bottoms. The sun filtered through the leaves, beading down on you. Your only reprieve was your wide-brimmed hat and the somewhat forgiving breeze.

Pulling the now-crinkled sheet of paper with directions from your pocket, you unfurled it and spun it around, glancing at your compass while you did so.

The map you’d found online and ultimately printed was telling you that you still had quite the walk until the nearest exit route, at least a couple of hours ahead of you, and you knew you couldn’t continue on in this condition, sore in every spot you could imagine and more.

You were severely out of shape due to your sedentary lifestyle.

But how much of a choice did you have? You needed to get out of here before nightfall or else you’d be stalking around in the dark.

You wiped the sweat from your furrowed brow line in a harried manner before starting up your pace again, repeating ‘mind over matter’ to yourself like a mantra.

Unexpectedly and commendably, the sound of gentle trickling and splashes broke you from your focused state, your head snapping in that direction.

It was steady, and light. You hoped it was what you needed. It couldn’t be too far from here.

You followed the sound, hastening your pace as the sounds increased in volume, until you stood before a large creek. Birds sploshed and called to each other across the stream, rocks falling and breaking the surface with an audible plop!

You could feel your heart settle to a relieved murmur, a sudden idea popping into your mind that you couldn’t shake off.

You hadn’t seen anyone for miles, the forest around you dulled to its loneliness.

No one would notice if you went for a quick swim, right? Besides, if you were in better condition after a cooldown, you’d make it out of here before nightfall. Possibly. You hoped.

Shivering the thought off, you began to strip, tossing your bag to the floor and marking the stream on your map before resting it atop a pile of fallen leaves.

Your clothing stuck uncomfortably to you, and you contorted your expression in displeasure as you bared yourself to your undergarments. You would’ve preferred if you could scrub your outfit clean in the stream, but you had no place to hang them to dry nearby or any time to do so as this was just a day hike—so you tossed them upon a rock, clad in your cotton set, before stepping into the water.

It was freezing cold and clear, the moss-slicked rocks resting against the bottom catching your eye. There were small minnows making laps to and fro the sides of the creek, dragonflies humming just above the surface, and squirrels stopping to take a sip due to the sweltering heat.

You wrapped your hands around your bare self, slightly shivering, but also grateful for the cooling temperature.

Soon enough, you settled, laying your head back in the water and feeling it soak your roots for a moment, allowing your thrumming headache inflicted by the unforgiving heat come to a rest.

You then curled your arms, swimming deeper until you could see slightly larger fish, slipping against your bare calves and tickling you. You giggled, splashing water upon your face and releasing a sigh of content. Playing like a child.

Until you glanced over at your bag, a flutter of beige catching your attention.

Your map was currently flying in the opposite direction, flipping and turning against the ground and being sent deeper into the woodland.

Fucking great.

You gasped, eyes wide in shock as your pulse picked up, swimming towards the edge of the water frantically.

You crawled and clawed at soil, dirt clinging to your wet skin as you got to your feet, mottled green and brown painting you like a blank canvas.

“No, no, no!” You yelped in denial, your feet picking up as you raced to it, hopping over branches and rocks that were sure to break some bone if you didn't slow down. But it seemed to only fly away further, impossibly far out of your reach, the breeze actively working against you.

However, your exclaims were picked up by someone else in the forest.

As you raced to the map, you could hear the sound of pressure hitting dirt behind you in a consistent pat! before barking sounded in your ears.

A gasp left your lips as your head spun behind you, a blurry fluff of white hurtling towards you, full-throttle.

Your priorities changed drastically in the moment—a shrill yelp leaving your lips as you sprinted down the forest in just your underwear, a sense of doom sent up your spine.

You were being chased down, probably to your demise. What a pathetic way to go out—flailing in the woods, half-naked, entirely alone besides your attacker.

Your voice caught in your throat, vocal cords frozen in fear, unable to call for help.

Yet, someone heard your silent pleas.

“Uraume, down!” A gruff voice sounded, followed by the click of a tongue and a commanding whistle.

The onslaught stopped instantly, peering past your shoulder to see the white shepherd-dog sitting proudly, tongue flailing and panting as if it hadn’t just tried to eat you.

Okay. Realistically, it probably wouldn’t have eaten you as it is a dog that looks surprisingly domesticated. But how else does someone react when an unfamiliar animal starts sprinting at them?

You craned your head towards the sound of that gruff voice before you saw a tall man emerge from behind a thick sequoia trunk.

He was massive, probably nearing seven feet, towering over you.

His eyes caught yours, ducking his cowboy-styled hat once taking notice of your nude form before quickly turning his back to you. He was clad in a red buffalo-plaid shirt, thick washed-out jeans, a brown and curved hat, and chunky brown and sturdy boots.

“Uh, ‘scuse me, ma’am. You alright?” He questioned, giving you only a sliver of his side-profile to view. You could make out thick, black lines across it making your stomach clench in steadily rising trepidation. You’d never seen anything like it.

Your hands flew to cover yourself, as if the man hadn’t already turned his back to you. “No! I am not as your mutt just chased me,” you spat out, surprised at how unlike yourself you sounded, though your voice was actively quivering in fear. Should you be yelling at this strange man?

“I see,” he exhaled, though you could hear the faintest amusement lingering in his tone at your exasperated state, somehow already starting to piss you off. “I believe you startled them.”

Your nose scrunched as you scowled deeply. “Excuse me? I– Who exactly are you?”

The man huffed, pushing air from his nose. “Sukuna. I’ve got a better question, though—who are you and why are you naked?”

You clenched your teeth, feeling your morals slide against each other before relaying your name. “I am naked because your dog chased me!”

You didn’t care that that didn’t make much sense.

Sukuna adjusted in his stead, rubbing a hand over his jaw as he stared ahead before taking a peep back at you. You gasped, grabbing a nearby twig and throwing it at him.

He directed his gaze away quickly at your outburst, barely able to conceal his pleasure in riling up this strange woman, not even flinching when the branch bounced off of his back. “So you’re saying the real reason you’re flailing naked in the woods is because of my dog…?”

You bit your tongue, holding back a slew of curses before taking a reluctant step back, twigs underfoot digging into your heel. “Well, no but…”

He grunted, shoving his hands into his pocket before nodding. “Alright, then. I’ll be on my way out, ma’am. You have a splendid au naturel evening,” he chuckled, cocking his head at his dog, Uraume, who barked in excitement.

They sprinted towards Sukuna, the large man squatting to ruffle their hair before making his way in the opposite direction of you.

You peered behind you, hands still lazily covering your form, to see your map had finally slowed, maybe the breeze was forgiving.

Hurrying over to it with a grin, you now see why it was motionless.

It was face down in a puddle of mud–drenched and entirely illegible.

Your heart dropped at the sight, blood and smile draining from your face, realizing you needed some sort of plan to get yourself out of this.

But your only plan was brown and soaking wet, save for the rude and burly man you’d encountered moments ago.

Fuck.

You hated that you had to even consider this, but your survival instincts and sense of urgency ultimately won over your ego.

“Wait!” You called out, seeing him a few hundred feet in front of you. His massive legs carried him far with ease.

He paused, not fully turning around but enough to signal that he took notice of your call.

Once you stopped close behind him, chest heaving with either chasing after him or your flooding embarrassment, you bit your lip before speaking. “Are you from around here?”

He paused, eyes narrowing. “These parts? Yeah, I live here.”

You released a small sigh of relief. Alright, that’s a solid start. “Do you think you could, I dunno, give me any directions out of here?”

Sukuna placed a hand against his hip, with the other pulling a box of cigarettes from his pocket and placing one in his mouth, back still facing you. “Mind lighting this for me?”

You could barely conceal your agitation, a sense of urgency tugging at you as you were quite literally naked in a forest with a strange man, night falling soon. “I’m sorry?”

“You need my help, I need yours. So be a darling and help a guy out, my hands have been sore all afternoon.”

He was lying. He was so obviously lying to your face.

You scoffed incredulously, feeling a sudden shiver wrack your body from the wind cooling your skin. Sukuna seemed to be toying with you, for whatever reason you couldn’t understand.

What joy did he get in harassing a helpless, naked lady in the woods?

But he had you stumped. As much as you hated this entire ordeal, you needed his assistance to get the hell out of here and return to your reality.

So you mustered up all of your courage, taking a few reluctant steps towards him. You could see the sleazy grin on his face once he’d realized you had surrendered, the quiet falls of your feet against the leaves evidence of your resignation as he hadn’t glanced at you yet.

“Hand over the lighter,” you grit out through a clenched jaw.

“My pleasure,” he honeyed out, dipping his head towards you with shut eyes, his massive palm outstretched, a bed for his silver lighter.

You were finally able to get a proper look at his face.

Tight lines etched his face, littered with a few scars, most likely from years of work of whatever it is he did in the woodlands. You also got a closer view of the tattoos marking his face, a weird juxtaposition to a man living in a forest, making you wonder what the story behind them was.

But what stood out to you the most was his pink-colored hair–something you’d never come across in all of your years.

“Done gaping?” He smirked, eyes closed despite how assured he sounded knowing you were staring.

“Shut up,” you muttered under your breath, grabbing the lighter from his massive hand that seemed to dwarf yours, rubbing your thumb against the spark wheel.

You watched it light up, holding it up to the butt of the cigarette and watched as it burned, ashes fluttering into the air.

He returned to his full height, snagging the lighter from your hand with ease and shoving his hands into his pockets, turning his back to you once more.

“You’ve got three options,” he ruled, pulling the cigarette from his lips and inhaling sharply, before pushing it out of his nose. “One, stay here and figure your own way out, and probably die. Two, you can listen to the directions I point you in… andddd probably die since you clearly don’t know your way around. The wolves here tend to get real hungry,” he snarled, wanting to get a reaction from you.

You rolled your eyes, bristling at his demeanor and the scent of smoke, fingers drumming impatiently on your biceps as you folded your arms. “Alright, I get it. What’s the last option where I hopefully don’t meet an early demise?”

His head dropped, almost smugly, thinking about something absolutely hilarious. “You can come stay with me.”

You let out a bark of laughter. “Funny. What’s the actual last option?”

He didn’t respond, simply taking another hit from his cigarette, and you could feel your stomach clench.

“Okay. Where’s the nearest inn?”

“An inn in the middle of the woods?” He asked as if that was the stupidest question in the world.

You grit your teeth. “And no one else lives up here?”

He nodded.

You inhaled sharply. “With all due respect, Sukuna,” you started, swallowing the bile rising in your throat. “I don’t spend the night with random and strange men I come across in the woods, unlike most apparently.”

“Well, I gave you your options. I’m not gonna force you to do nothin’,” he coolly spoke, before lowering his voice. “But be warned. This forest ain’t a place a little lady like you wants to poke around at dusk.”

You shivered at his admission, fingernails pressing crescents into your biceps. “...What happens after nightfall?”

He chuckled low, making your skin crawl, and it wasn’t thanks to the breeze.

“Wanna stay and find out for yourself?”

𖠰 ✩₊˚.⋆☾𓃦☽⋆⁺₊✧🪵𓇢𓆸

He’d allowed you the space of getting changed in private, back resting against a tree trunk and still facing away from you as he idly flicked the cap of his lighter on and off, the constant sound of metal meeting metal in the nearby distance.

You weren’t quite sure if he was doing it out of habit, or if it was some sort of unspoken signal to ease your worries that he hadn’t decided to ditch you to fend for yourself.

It was most likely the former, you could tell from one look the guy was a heartless brute. Probably why he lived in the woods.

But did he live alone here? Or did he have a docile wife and seven children ready to welcome you with open arms by the time you made your way up the trail?

After getting fully dressed, you shuffled your socks on before you let out a loud hiss—a sudden piercing pressure on your ankle.

Gently setting your sock down, you sat atop a nearby rock and crossed your legs to take a closer look.

It seemed that the thorn that poked you earlier had done more than just that—the area swelling and red. The spot, previously a microscope hole, had grown and was practically glowing and exuding a heat.

You pressed a finger against it, immediately regretting it when it sent pain spiking through your veins, the skin bulbous.

“You’re not making it out of the forest any time soon in that condition.”

You yelped with a jump, full-body flinching and swinging your head behind you to see Sukuna towering over you, eyes narrowed to slits as he eyed your injury. “Jesus. Warn a woman next time?”

He ignored you, something you’ve noticed he has a habit of doing, as he folded in half, skimming a hand over your puncture wound. A tight whimper left your lips, his calloused finger pad ghosting over it before he straightened out. “Can you walk on it?”

You attempted to pull the sock back over before you winced, heart fluttering in nerves. “I-I can try,” you stammered out, trying to maneuver it carefully before he clicked his tongue.

“Fuck, alright,” he grunted, as if mulling something over before he stepped in front of you. He crouched down on one knee, jeans digging into the mud yet he didn’t seem to care. “Hop on.”

Your maw fell slack at the sight, suddenly feeling incredibly hot at the sight. This crude and ruffish man was offering to carry you all of the sudden.

“Uh, i-it’s alright. I can walk–”

“Quit your rambling and get on.”

You shut up at his interruption, muttering a ‘rude much?’ he didn’t acknowledge under your breath before standing to a wobble, doing your best not to bump your ankle into anything as the pain began to flare to what felt like your bones.

Oddly enough, he was practically your height on his knees, his massive form slightly intimidating you.

You brought your hands over his shoulders and clasped them in front of him, hoping he couldn’t smell the musk radiating from your sweat-soaked clothing.

As you tried to wrap your legs around his midsection, he suddenly rose, wrapping his massive hands along the underside of your thighs and straightening to his full height.

You did everything to ignore the flip of your stomach as he did so, the touch burning your skin.

Something sizzled in your mind, before you realized how leggy this man actually was. “Could make a joke about the weather up here, but it’s really quite nice,” you snickered, head ducking between his hat, cheek right beside his, as your eyes raked over his bird's eye view.

“Shut it or I’m dropping you.”

Raising your hand around his face, you made a show of zipping your mouth closed to which he huffed at, effectively blocking his vision.

He made rounds picking up the things you’d managed to drop across the creek, stuffing them into your bag and pretending not to see the spare panties you’d brought along as you averted your gaze awkwardly, a heat rising from the back of your neck.

He carried your bag in one hand like it weighed nothing before whistling at his dog who managed to disappear somewhere in the woods some time ago. Moments later, Uraume came panting back, a stick in their mouth and wagging their tail.

“Later, Uraume. Let’s go home.”

The dog let out a whistling whine at the buzzword of ‘home,’ realizing their owner was not going to play fetch with them, before coming to Sukuna’s side.

You found it quite endearing to see the massive and huffy man have a furry friend, biting your lip when you found yourself grinning.

𖠰 ✩₊˚.⋆☾𓃦☽⋆⁺₊✧🪵𓇢𓆸

“Are you going to kill me and bury me where no one can find me?”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

He clearly was not one for humor.

𖠰 ✩₊˚.⋆☾𓃦☽⋆⁺₊✧🪵𓇢𓆸

The walk back was oddly comfortable, the two of you trekking up a narrow path as the sun began to set, listening to the ambience of nature—the whooshing of the eolian wind, the groans of the trees, and the calls of wildlife.

You’d attempted to break the silence on a couple of occasions, but was only met with snippy or short replies, effectively shutting you up.

But the silence wasn’t unsettling, it was… easy.

You just hoped that this man was what he let on, wondering how long it’d take authorities to find your corpse if he was a madman considering how far inland you’d made it.

If they found your body.

You shivered at the thought.

“You cold?” He asked, breaking you from your thoughts, voice low and hoarse as he focused ahead of him.

“Oh, no. Actually the opposite. I’m– FUCK!”

You screeched louder than you’d meant to, eyes shutting tight as tears nearly began to flow down your cheeks, a sudden piercing pain in your ankle.

Sukuna froze, glancing down to your injury to see he’d brushed your ankle against a branch that was hanging low, his heart sinking at the sight. “Fuck.”

You bit your lip, holding back any cries as you tried to steady your ragged and shallow breaths, feeling lightheaded from the intense pain.

“I barely saw it…” he trailed off in a whispered tone, eyes wide as his fingers gripped your thighs tighter, feeling an intense wave of regret seeing your ankle swell even more.

“Just watch where you’re fucking going,” you gritted out, teeth clenched as your fingers curled in the leather of his jacket, feeling your eyes nearly roll into the back of your skull and pass out.

“Right.” He curtly spoke, adjusting you on his back by lifting you and continuing on.

Once the pain subsided, something heavy settled in your chest. By Sukuna’s reaction, you realized just how rude you must’ve come off in your state of pain, mouth speaking before you could think.

Something apologetic itched at you, biting your tongue at his stifling silence, still moving forward without a word instead of ditching you like you probably deserved. You should apologize, right? You sounded incredibly ungrateful. He’d gone to so much of an effort to help you, receiving nothing in return.

Unless he was planning to kill you, of course, but you brushed that off.

You drew in air. “Hey, Sukuna. Uh, I just wanna–”

He froze, stopping in his tracks immediately before glancing around. Then he peered up quickly, glancing at how the sun was nearly about to fall.

“...Sukuna?”

“Shut up.”

You knitted your eyebrows immediately, head bouncing back in offense. “Excuse me? Who do you think you’re–”

“Shut the fuck up for five seconds. We’re not alone,” he spat out in a hushed tone, head glancing towards you for emphasis.

You could feel yourself turn defensive in record time, scoffing incredulously with a chuckle. You opened your mouth to fire back something snappy, barely registering what he said, when you, too, heard it.

There was a quiet growl, you easily would’ve missed it had he not said anything, and subtle crunches of leaves near you.

You hadn’t even noticed Uraume, who’d been following you this entire time, began to whine, ears flopping downwards and flanking close to Sukuna.

He was right. You weren’t alone.

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these-lovely-monsters · 10 months ago

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Mating Season

[NSFW | 18+]

Characters: m!werewolf x f!reader

Content: hunting, primal behavior, predator/prey, sex, p in v, knotting, claiming bite, possessiveness, mild dubcon

#13 Mating/Hunting Season from @ozzgin's Monstertober 2024 prompt list

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It’s werewolf mating season in your village and it’s a full moon which means it’s time for the hunt.

It’s almost midnight and all the eligible women have been gathered in the town square to prepare for the event. You stand amongst the group, everyone dressed in thin gowns and barefooted. A cool breeze causes you to shiver or maybe it’s just the anticipation of the activities to come.

The soft murmurs of the crowd are punctuated by howls in the distance. The werewolves are prowling through the darkness, eagerly awaiting their prey. Under the bright moonlight, the women around you glance at each other with mixtures of nervousness and excitement.

When the first midnight bell rings out over the square, everyone jumps, and the crowd surges forward. At first it’s a tangled mess of jostling limbs as everyone heads for the gates at the town’s entrance. But once you’re all through, the mass of bodies disperse in different directions and you take off sprinting into the darkness.

You’re racing through the trees, leaping over logs and boulders as you try to ignore the pain in your feet and the sharp scrapes and nicks from nearby branches. Your heart is pounding in your chest and your breaths are coming heavy. Over the roar in your ears, you hear the snarls and howls of the werewolves stalking their prey, mixed with the shrieks and moans of those already caught.

Your legs are beginning to ache as you zig zag in no particular direction. So you slow down, wondering if you’ve gone too far. But then you hear a twig snap in the trees behind you. Your heart lurches into overdrive and you sprint forward again.

Moving as fast as you can, you recall the only instructions you were given. “Run.”

Your predator is close on your heels, his paws thudding softly on the ground as he nimbly trails you through the forest. Just as you turn to look over your shoulder, you catch sight of a giant, black werewolf leaping out from between the trees.

When he collides with your body, you let out a soft “Oof,” and you both go tumbling to the ground. He deftly rolls you so that he takes the brunt of the fall and when you come to a stop, he’s hovering over you, pinning your body to the cold hard ground.

Although his form is mostly humanoid, he’s covered from head to toe in thick, dark fur. His head is also the shape of a wolf’s and he has a long tail that swishes behind him. His massive claw-tipped hands are buried into the dirt on either side of your head and his heavy breaths wash across your skin.

Baring his teeth in your face, he starts to rock his hips against your naked pussy and you gasp. When he shifts his weight so his cock is dragging against your clit, you let out a soft moan and he snarls at the sound.

Faster than you can track, he swipes his claws at your gown, shredding the material and leaving faint red scratches where his nails nicked you. He stares down at you for a moment, his pupils dilating as he watches your exposed skin pebble in the cold air.

He bends his head to lick at your breasts, his tongue flicking out to tease your nipples, causing your back to arch off the ground. Then he lowers himself down so his hot body is draped over yours. Before you can appreciate the warmth, he shifts his hips so that the tip of his cock is nudging at your already slick entrance and you groan in anticipation.

Opening your legs wider in invitation, you grip his fur and tug. With a growl, he sheaths himself fully inside you until his hips are flush with your thighs. You cry out at the sudden fullness and he pauses to let you adjust. When your body begins to relax, he pulls out and then thrusts back in. He does it again and again until he’s setting a brutal pace, fucking you hard into the dirt.

You quickly become lost in the exquisite sensations as your back scrapes against the rock-strewn ground while his massive cock stretches and fills you to the brim. He’s snarling and wild-eyed above you as he ruts into you in a wild frenzy, unable to control himself at the feel of your hot cunt squeezing him so tightly.

When your orgasm climbs higher and higher, almost at its peak, his movements become jerky as he meets you at the top. Right before you tip over the edge, you feel his massive knot pushing against your entrance, trying to stretch your pussy impossibly wide.

Before you can protest, he lowers his mouth to your shoulder and growls one guttural word against your skin.

“Mine.”

And then his teeth are sinking into your flesh in a vicious claiming bite at the same time his knot pushes past your tight walls and you scream.

You’re launched into another stratosphere as your eyes roll back in your head and your entire body seizes up. Hot cum spurts inside you, filling you up endlessly until it starts to seep out around his knot and drip down your thighs. His hips are still jerking erratically as he rides out his orgasm, dragging your own out with it, until eventually he’s completely spent.

───

You must have passed out at some point because when you awake, he’s carrying you in his arms as he trudges through the forest.

“Where are we going?” You ask groggily.

“To my den,” comes a deep gravelly voice above you. “I’m going to fuck you until my cum is a part of your essence and everyone knows that you belong to me.”

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jakecockley · 1 month ago

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- it's you again -

✧ pairing: remmick x f!vampire/healer!reader

✧ summary: you're a lone vampire living out in the arid border city of el paso, healing and helping its people. until one normal night, a love that had burned and broke, ultimately finds its way back to you. your maker once left you in ash. now, you make him beg at your door.

✧ genre: southern gothic romance, past betrayal, slight angst, hurt/comfort, fluff at the end of it

✧ warnings: explicit content soon/18+, yearning, obsession, bit of jealousy, client flirts w/ reader, implied stalking i guess. remmick's pathetic here. btw, reader is a woc & latina. and if this does well, i'll post part 2, which contains the smut.

✧ word count: 2.9k

✧ author's note: i'm like sweating balls, i haven't written a fic in FOREVER. pls be gentle w me y'all, i may be a bit rusty. AND thank u sm @hatethysinner for beta reading ;; also, yes, rem ain't tall by most ppl's standards, but when you're surrounded by your people (mexicans) everyday, i consider him tall LMFAOO anyways, the events of sinners didn't happen, everyone's safe n sound. and i know vamps need an invitation to someone's home, but it only applies to humans. remmick doesn't need permission, but he sure as hell wants it from you again.

El Paso, Texas - 1932

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It had been a long day for you.

The late desert afternoon had breathed dry, its heat clinging to adobe walls, carrying the faintest hint of dust and creosote on the cracked window panes.

Your botánica sat connected beside your home, its painted sign faded but unmistakable.

CURACIONES - LIMPIAS - REMEDIOS

Safe inside, you watched the sun set just low enough to take back its gold glow through the glass, eventual darkness crawling across the terracotta tile of your floor.

Dried herbs hung from the ceiling like blessings.

Usually, a vampire like you would sleep during the day, but you had quite the number of patients coming in and out when the sun glared. Not that you minded, of course, you liked what you did, but it had taken some adjustment to the schedule.

And either way, you fed earlier.

You let out a sigh, until the bell above your door chimed low.

The smell of sage, sweat, and copper cuts through the heat.

You already knew who it was.

You didn’t look up at first, having to rinse dried rue and tobacco leaves in a chipped bowl, your hands steady, face unreadable. You had heard his boots and smelled the iron tang of blood before you saw it. Thick steps across the tiles, heavier than the last time. Always heavier.

The silence after the bell stretched, then ended with a familiar voice—deep, slow, always trying too hard to sound casual.

“Afternoon, señora.”

“Mr. Cabrera,” you answered, still not turning. “Did you come here to flirt again?”

The man, named Agustín Cabrera, was apparently a cattle rancher who frequently visited you for his injuries at the ranch. He always had a new one to show off every couple of weeks.

He’d come through your door and give you a somewhat embarrassed look.

You weren’t sure if he was just that bad of a livestock handler, or if he just tries to get hurt in order to see you often.

Stupid, but you’d admire the determination if you fancied him the way he fancied you.

“Wasn’t plannin’ to. Swear it.” A pause. “Well, not much, anyhow.”

You finally turned.

He still had the same dusty hat, same leather boots worn soft at the ankles, and the same self-satisfied tilt of the chin. And of course, an injury. This time his forearm, wrapped in a dirty handkerchief, crimson seeping through.

The gums of where your fangs lay ached at the common temptation from it.

You brushed it off and crossed your arms, brows furrowing at the man standing in front of you. “Did the fence try to kiss you again?”

He smiled sheepishly. “Wild colt got loose. Tried to be the hero. Y’could see how that worked f’me.”

You walked over to him slowly, your sandals sounding across the tile. “A horse,” you say flatly, not entirely convinced.

“A fast one.”

“You’re slower every time you come limping in my store.”

Agustín shrugged. “Could be I’m gettin’ older.”

“Could be you’re inventing excuses.” You huffed, then pointed to the back room. He moved without complaint.

The air in the botánica was thick with dried herbs: epazote, yerba buena, cinnamon bark, and candles that burned all day without ever being lit.

You tied your hair back in a loose knot, rolled up the sleeves of your blouse. “Shirt off.”

He blinked. “Didn’t think we were there yet.”

You met his gaze, scoffing at him with a hint of amusement laced. “You want me to clean the wound or just give you something to drink and wish you luck?”

He grinned and unbuttoned slowly, watching you the whole time.

You ignored it and pulled a stool beside him, then gathered clean gauze, a small bottle of mezcal for sterilizing, and a bone-handled pair of shears.

“You get a thrill out of this?” you ask, dabbing the wound.

He flinched from that. “The pain?”

“No. Me patching you up while you pant like a dog.”

He grinned. “Depends on the view.”

Unsurprised, you hum, then tighten the cloth around his bicep. He groaned, not entirely from the pressure.

“Goddamn, you always tie it like you mean it?”

You leaned close, your voice velvet and blade alike. “I do mean it.”

His smile slipped for a moment.

You dipped a cloth in the mezcal and cleaned the wound gently. “What are you doing here, Cabrera, really?”

“You know I work south of the rail line,” he answered, as if that’d convince you any better.

“You could see any doctor in this city, any nurse.”

“But they don’t make tea with scorpionweed and basil.” He gestured towards the simmering kettle on the back burner. “And they sure don’t smell like roses after rain, neither.”

You stilled slightly, then slowly looked up at him. “You’re bleeding on my floor and still trying to charm your way into something that’s not yours.”

“Maybe I just like your company.”

“Maybe you like chasing things you’ll never catch.”

Agustín chuckled, but softer now. “I don’t mind the chase.”

“Then enjoy limping home alone.”

You stood, tossing the bloodied cloth into a nearby bowl. Your hands moved with swift purpose, wrapping, tying, knotting.

“You always this mean to men who pay you in compliments?”

“I ain’t mean,” you corrected, glancing up at him. “I just don’t waste sweetness on men who fake injuries.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You think I fake this?”

You tilted your head, giving him a knowing look, scoffing. “Ay, you work cattle, you mend fences, but ain’t dirt under your nails. No fresh calluses. Your boots are polished, but your arm’s bleeding.”

You leaned in, close enough that he caught the scent of jasmine on your throat.

“You think I don’t see through it?”

For a moment, Agustín was quiet. Then, “Maybe I just wanted to see your face.”

“Mm, well,” you sighed flatly, “here it is. Hope it was worth the limp.”

He laughed, genuine this time, low and rough.

“You’re something,” he murmured your name.

“So I’ve been told,” you chuckle softly.

He watched you as you cleaned your tools. “You ever let anyone in, or do you just stitch people shut and send them out the door?”

You didn’t answer right away, standing by the shelf of tinctures, back to him. Your fingers traced the label of a cobalt glass bottle.

“I let in those who don’t ask for more than I’m offering.”

“And what’s that today, morena?”

“A stitched wound, a clean bandage. Nothing else.” You turned, now facing him again.

He hummed amusingly, standing up slowly, and placed his hat back on his head, tilting it to you. “Well, gracias, señora.”

“Three days,” you reply. “If it gets red, hot, or smells like death, come back.”

Though you hoped he wouldn’t, hoped he’d give up this chase and finally have his wounds fixed elsewhere. Find himself a pretty nurse, maybe.

“And if it doesn’t?” He asked, walking to the entrance door.

“Then count yourself lucky.”

He hesitated in the doorway, looking at you over his shoulder. “You ever get tired of being alone in here?” He asked you.

You glanced at him, meeting his dark eyes with your own. “You ever get tired of pretending you’re not?”

For once, he had no comeback to give you this time, relenting finally.

The bell above the door jingled softly as it shut behind him.

You exhaled, long and deep. You then turned back to the sink, rinsing your hands in silence.

Behind you, the candle in the corner flared a little brighter.

Then steadied.

Outside, far across–beneath the vast shade of a live oak tree, a man watched.

Though he had seen enough.

The rancher with the bloodied arm. The slow smiles, the laughter. The way your hand had lingered when you tied the knot in his bandage.

You had touched him, touched him gently. A kindness Remmick had not felt in years.

Something bitter bloomed in his mouth. Jealousy was not a feeling he often entertained, but this was not mere envy—no. No, this was longing twisted into something sharp.

The wind kicked up dust.

He could smell you even across from where he was—your scent of florals and fever and salt.

His jaw clenched. He had searched years for you.

And here you were, with a man who did not deserve even your scorn.

He stepped into the dusty pathway, boots crunching gravel as he went.

Right to your front door.

You sat in your kitchen, the kettle hissing just before the boil. The scent of guava leaf and cinnamon clung to the air like memory. Your sleeves were still rolled from earlier, a thin smudge of dried blood beneath your right thumb was there—a remnant of Agustín’s latest excuse to see you. He’d left with a stupid grin and a half-healed wound. You hadn’t rolled your eyes, but you’d thought about it.

Then, a knock.

It wasn’t loud or frantic, wasn’t urgent in its sound. Just three slow raps to the door, patient as death itself.

You stiffened. You couldn’t feel the strong heartbeats of a person outside, blood pumping, lungs expanding. You drew a breath, drawn slow. The weight behind it wasn’t fear.

It was recognition.

You crossed the floor, footsteps nearly silent on the old tile. You didn’t bother looking through the peephole. You knew.

You placed a hand on the handle, and pulled.

The door creaked open.

Remmick.

Your maker… your once-was lover stood there in front of your eyes. Tall, lean, and pale, curled brown bangs hanging down just above his brows.

He wore a button-up shirt of the lightest blue shade, with the sleeves rolled up, and suspenders crossing his shoulders, holding up dark high-waisted pants. The glint of the metal of his belt buckle caught your attention, but you brought your eyes back on him immediately.

And his collar was open enough to show a white undershirt and a thin gold chain sitting on his neck, a slight shimmer catching where sweat had gathered.

You breathed out softly through your nose.

Time hadn’t touched him.

Neither did it touch you.

Your blouse stuck to the curve of your back in the heat, its collar lightly loosened to show the brown skin at your collarbone. And the scarf you wore, knotted neatly beneath your throat, fluttered as you shifted.

Remmick’s eyes found yours like a dying man finding water. Wide and unblinking. Hungry and desperate in a way that had nothing to do with blood.

His voice murmured your name, southern drawl loose on his tongue. You hated the way you liked it when he said it.

He exhaled then, and it was almost a laugh. Almost. His expression shifted.

“I saw the rancher leave.”

You said nothing at first.

Your gaze dragged over him like a knife. His cheeks were slightly hollowed, jaw tight. But it was his eyes—those pale blue, aching eyes—that looked the most starved.

Yet those were his first words to you in god knows how many years?

You took it in with a cruel sort of patience. You’d grin if you didn’t have the restraint.

Your voice, when it came, was low. Smooth. Like smoke curling against glass.

“And?” Your head tilted curiously.

His voice sharpened. “He visits often.” He said it like a fact, not a question, and you began to wonder if he’s been watching you.

But your smile crept, slow and feline. “Agustín gets hurt a lot. Or so he says.”

Remmick’s jaw clenched.

Your eyes subtly narrowed at that and you hummed, amused by his reaction. “Are you jealous?”

No matter how many years pass by, this damn vampire still manages to stay the same man as before.

So, as expected, he didn’t answer you, but his eyes said everything for you.

“You’re ridiculous.”

His throat finally worked. “Let me in, darlin’.”

“You don’t need an invitation. Not anymore.”

He almost flinched at that. You were right. You were equals now. Fangs and all. But still—he waited.

“I know,” he said. “But I want one.”

You leaned against the doorway, one arm resting high on the frame. The movement pulled your blouse taut across your chest, and Remmick’s eyes, desperate and haunted, fell to the curve of your shoulder. The way your sleeves clung to your skin. You caught the shift in his gaze and didn’t shy from it.

You let him look. Let him want.

You arched a brow. “All these years, and you come crawling.”

“I didn’t crawl.” He retorted flatly, eyes flitting back to yours.

“You sure as hell are close to it, though.”

He huffed a bitter laugh, eyes falling shut for a breath, then reopening with a flicker of anger—no, of shame. He wouldn’t meet your dark gaze now. Instead, he stared at the edge of your scarf, at the soft hollow where your throat began.

“I looked for you,” he said. “Everywhere.”

“Not hard enough, apparently.”

He bristled at that.

The silence stretched long between you two, taut. He shifted his weight on the porch like a schoolboy made small by your calm. And you watched him. Always watching.

“You think I should forgive you because you now gained the courage to step up on my doorstep out of nowhere, hm?” You gestured to the wooden floor underneath his boots.

“No.” His voice cracked. “I don’t think you should forgive me at all. F’any of it.”

That stopped you, just for a moment. The cruelty in you faded slightly. Didn’t soften, but tilted. Studying him from a different angle.

You narrowed your eyes. “You left me like nothing and suddenly decided to look for me?

“No. You turned me.” You glared.

“You don’t get to want me.”

But the words rang hollow, because a part of you did want him. You always had, and the hate for that fact faded within you.

And you think he knew that.

The vampire’s eyes drifted from your face, down to the ground he stood upon. You were surprised he even had the ability to look somewhat ashamed. Then his head lifted level to yours.

Remmick stepped closer, the brown-reddishness of his hair catching the moonlight. The silver of it traced his face, the wear in his bones. And when he spoke, it was softer than before. Almost reverent.

“I never stopped,” he whispered. “Wantin’ you.”

He didn’t let you respond, didn’t let you get the chance of opening your mouth to speak.

“You want me to get on my knees and beg? Is that it? Cause, darlin’, I swear ‘fore you, I will. I will, baby, believe me. I won't leave you this time, if you'll let me."

You stared at him, watching the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed.

Your name whispered to you, like the soft breeze of the Texas air. “Please.”

He stepped closer now, slow, cautious, like he was afraid if he took another, you’d reject him completely. Then, he was on his knees.

Just like he said.

“Begging, really?” You asked, lifting a brow at him.

“Yes, if that’s what it takes.” He breathed, his words urgent and wretched.

“I need to see you. Talk to you. I need—”

“You need,” you repeated, voice mocking and sharp. “And what do you need, Remmick?”

“You, baby, I need you.”

And the way he said it to you… You sighed.

Silence once again. It stretched between y’all, thick and pulsing.

“You’re pathetic.” You clipped.

He nodded. “Yes, yes, I am, only f’you, darlin’. Only you.” And he watched as you stepped forward, shadow falling over him. He took in the darkness. Took in you.

Remmick looked up like a starving man before a feast.

You tilted your head. “Tell me. Say it.”

He stayed locked on you, his gaze silently questioning what you had voiced him.

“Say that you missed me. That your hands ached to touch me, that you dreamed of my scent, my skin, my teeth at your throat.”

“Say it.”

His breath caught, then—

“I missed you. I missed the way your fingers left ghosts on my chest. I missed your skin 'gainst mine, your scent that clung to your sheets. I missed your mouth, the feel n'taste of it like nothing I ever had.” His chest rose and fell in shallow waves, as if the words had taken the air straight out of his lungs. His expression creased with something caught between restraint and desperation. The column of muscle at his neck tightened each time he swallowed back more than he dared say.

His eyes, akin to a storm at sea, didn’t stray from you. They flickered over your mouth, then your hands, then lower still, but always returned to your face, as if looking too long at anything else would undo him.

“Please.”

There was something fractured in him now, something raw and worshipful. His jaw flexed, his fingers curled slightly at his sides, knuckles pale, like he wanted to hold back the need to reach for you again, fearful that it would split you both open.

Cedar smoke and blood. Hint of rain.

A flash of teeth from you, not a smile, but close.

You lowered yourself to his level. Your hand held the side of his face and cupped it like a lover would, thumb brushing his cheekbone.

He felt the soft prick of your sharpened claw on his skin.

Remmick leaned to your touch like nothing ever before. Yearning for it. Desperate. Wanting. Needy.

“You want me to ruin you, Remmick?”

“I want it more than breath, sweetheart.”

You hummed, then rose, your hand going to brush against the door. Then, slowly, you stepped aside.

“You always did talk pretty."

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mymoongirlreadings · 4 months ago

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₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ Astro Observations Pt 1 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊

Sun & Mercury & Intelligence

Sun and Mercury in the same sign are some of the smartest people I’ve met. I’ve seen Aries, Pisces, Virgo, Scorpio, Leo, seriously so many and they all contain cerebral endurance & are also quick witted & learn quick

Mars Aspects & Talents

I’ve found people who have multiple planets trine or sextile Mars tend to "get things on the first try” a lot

Scorpio Mercuries & The Investigator

Pluto aspecting Mercury, Scorpio Mercury or Mercury in the 8th house people, are extremely observant & are constantly deciphering naturally. They are also very psychic. If they don’t know something, they could take an educated guess based off an accumulated collection of minor observations and be very on the spot or close to the truth

Leo's Biggest Hype Person

Leo placements ask for attention but they also love to give it! It’s a talent they have to hype up another person and cheer them on in ways they never have received or have always wanted to be told. Leo’s compliments come from the heart and they’re unapologetic about it. They are activators for people to unconditionally love themselves

Scorpio & Aries and Connection to Purity

Pluto heavy people can be associated with intensity, darkness, and taboo matters, but they actually value purity so much as well. I’ve seen it time & time again: Scorpios becoming very passionate about protecting what is pure in this world to them. I find this with Aries too

12th house Sexual Manifestors

Since the 12th house rules over sexual fantasies, I find 12th housers can easily manifest their sexual daydreams with the people they want

Acting: 12th housers & Gemini's

12th housers and Gemini’s I believe, make some of the greatest actors & actresses. The ones who can play various types of roles specifically. You’ll hear many actors say they can tap into an emotions by thinking of a memory. The 12th house rules over the subconscious bank of memories and the imagination, and there can be a strong channel between the subconscious mind & conscious action. Gemini's constellation is of two brothers; this sign thrives off of bouncing back off of someone's energy

The Importance of the Sun Placements

I hear from those who have Sun/Moon in the 5th house or Sun conjunct a personal planet that they genuinely feel happier living somewhere sunny, and they get so much of their vitality/good mood from sunshine

The 5th House and S*x Workers / Online Presence

I find having multiple placements in the 5th house can show up in the charts of people who would feel comfortable in pleasure industries or even people who would post s*xual content online (anonymous or not)

Cleanliness Placements

I find the stereotype of Virgo's being neat freaks or being very organized, routine-oriented people is found in placements other than JUST Virgo. Taurus or Libra placements because Taurus & Libra rule over aesthetics and typically keep up good hygiene for physical appearance's sake; it also brings balance to their lives. I actually find having Uranus & Neptune in the 6th house creates some of the neatest, most organized, most productive, & most routine-oriented people. I also find Taurus or Libra combined with Scorpio or Aries energy can create people who take action towards aesthetics and have the energy to keep it up

#astrology #astro tumblr #astrology notes #astro observations

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moonlightwritingf1 · 7 months ago

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The Monaco Experience | LN4

࣪ ִֶָ☾.⭒ summary ━━━━━━━ Y/N and Lando, newly in a relationship, and Lando finally invites Y/N to Monaco to stay at his apartment.

࣪ ִֶָ☾.⭒ pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

࣪ ִֶָ☾.⭒ word count ━━━━━━━ 2.9k

࣪ ִֶָ☾.⭒ warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content

The first thing Y/n noticed as she stirred awake was the warmth. There was a steady, comforting heat radiating against her back, and something heavy draped over her waist. It took her foggy brain a moment to piece together where she was—and who she was with. Her eyes fluttered open, squinting against the soft morning light filtering through the blinds. She shifted slightly, only to feel the arm around her tighten ever so slightly, pulling her closer.

Lando.

Her heart skipped a beat as the memories of last night came flooding back. The teasing, the flirtation, the way his lips had brushed against her hair before they both drifted off. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep in his arms, but now that she was here, she couldn’t bring herself to move. His chest rose and fell steadily behind her, his breath warm against the back of her neck. She could feel every inch of him pressed against her, his body fitting perfectly against hers like they were made to be this close.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress the smile tugging at her mouth. This is dangerous, she thought. Dangerous because she could get used to this far too easily. Dangerous because it felt so right, even though she’d spent so long convincing herself it wasn’t.

Carefully, she turned her head just enough to glance over her shoulder. Lando was still asleep, his face relaxed, his dark lashes fanning out against his cheeks. He looked softer like this, younger, without the usual smirk or playful glint in his eyes. She studied the curve of his jaw, the faint stubble shadowing his skin, and felt a strange ache in her chest. How does he manage to look this good even when he’s sleeping?

As if sensing her gaze, Lando stirred, his arm tightening around her again as he let out a low, sleepy murmur. “Morning,” he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep.

Y/n froze for a moment, then quickly turned her face back to the pillow, hoping he wouldn’t notice how closely she’d been watching him. “Morning,” she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

There was a pause, and then she felt him shift behind her, his hand sliding up her side until it rested just below her ribs. His palm was warm against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. “Sleep well?” he asked, his tone casual, but there was something else there—something deeper, more intimate.

She nodded, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. “Yeah. You?”

“Best sleep I’ve had in ages,” he admitted, his lips brushing against the back of her neck as he spoke. She sucked in a sharp breath, her heart pounding in her chest. Was he doing that on purpose? Or was it just an accident?

Either way, it was driving her crazy.

“You know,” she started, her voice trembling slightly despite her best efforts to keep it steady, “you don’t have to stay. If you need to go… or whatever.”

Lando chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through her body. “Are you trying to kick me out already?”

“No!” she said quickly, then winced at how desperate she sounded. “I just mean… I don’t want you to feel obligated or anything. I know you’re busy, and—”

“Y/n,” he interrupted gently, his hand moving to her hip and turning her to face him. She blinked up at him, her breath catching as their eyes met. His gaze was soft, almost tender, and it made her stomach flip. “I’m exactly where I want to be. Trust me.”

She swallowed hard, her mind racing. Trust him. That was the problem, wasn’t it? She wanted to trust him, more than anything, but letting someone in—letting herself be vulnerable—was terrifying. And yet, lying here in his arms, feeling the way he looked at her… it was getting harder and harder to keep those walls up.

“Okay,” she whispered finally, her voice barely audible.

He smiled, his thumb brushing against her cheek as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Good.” He leaned in slowly, giving her plenty of time to pull away if she wanted to. But she didn’t. Instead, she found herself tilting her head up, her lips parting slightly in anticipation.

The kiss was soft at first, almost hesitant, as if they were both testing the waters. But then his hand slid into her hair, holding her gently as he deepened the kiss, and any thoughts of hesitation evaporated. She melted into him, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. It was intoxicating, the way he kissed her—like she was the only thing that mattered.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathing heavily, their foreheads resting together. “Wow,” she breathed, her voice shaky.

Lando grinned, his nose brushing against hers. “Wow indeed.”

She laughed, the sound bubbling up from deep inside her. “You’re such a dork.”

“Hey, I’m your dork,” he shot back, his tone teasing, but there was a seriousness in his eyes that made her heart skip another beat.

“Is that so?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.

He nodded, his expression softening. “If you’ll have me.”

For a moment, she just stared at him, searching his face for any sign that he might be joking. But all she saw was sincerity—and something else, something that made her chest ache in the best possible way. Slowly, she reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “I think I could live with that,” she said quietly.

His smile widened, and then he was kissing her again, his hands roaming over her body as if he couldn’t get enough of her. She responded eagerly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. It was overwhelming, the way he made her feel—like she was falling and flying all at once.

Eventually, they broke apart, both of them panting, their foreheads resting together once more. “You’re incredible, you know that?” Lando murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

She felt her face flush, her heart swelling at his words. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she teased, trying to lighten the mood before it got too serious.

He chuckled, pressing another quick kiss to her lips. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“Good to know,” she replied, grinning up at him.

But before either of them could say anything else, his phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand, shattering the peaceful moment. Lando groaned, reluctantly pulling away to grab it. “Sorry,” he muttered, glancing at the screen. “It’s work. I have to take this.”

She nodded, trying to ignore the pang of disappointment in her chest. “Of course. Go ahead.”

He gave her an apologetic smile before answering the call, his voice dropping into a more professional tone. Y/n took the opportunity to slip out of bed, grabbing one of his discarded shirts from the floor and pulling it on. It hung loosely on her frame, the fabric still carrying his scent, and she couldn’t help but smile as she padded toward the kitchen.

As she started making coffee, she couldn’t stop thinking about the way his hands had felt on her skin, the way his lips had tasted. What are you doing, Y/n? she scolded herself silently. You’re supposed to be keeping your distance.

But deep down, she knew it was too late for that. She was already in too deep, whether she wanted to admit it or not.

Lando appeared a few minutes later, his phone tucked back into his pocket. “Sorry about that,” he said, leaning against the counter as he watched her pour two cups of coffee. “Duty calls.”

She handed him a mug, their fingers brushing briefly as he took it. “No worries. I get it.”

He sipped his coffee, his eyes never leaving hers. “So… what now?”

She hesitated, her grip tightening on her own mug. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” He set his cup down and stepped closer, his hands coming to rest on her hips. “Where do we go from here?”

Her breath caught, her mind racing as she tried to come up with an answer. But before she could respond, he was kissing her again, slow and sweet, and all rational thought went out the window.

When they finally pulled apart, she looked up at him, her heart pounding. “I don’t know,” she admitted softly. “But… I want to figure it out. With you.”

His smile was brighter than the morning sun streaming through her windows. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

Lando’s fingers traced lazily along the rim of his coffee cup, his eyes never leaving Y/n’s as they sat across from each other in her cozy London flat. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on her face, and he couldn’t help but smile at how effortlessly beautiful she looked, even with her hair slightly tousled from sleep.

“So,” he began, his voice casual but laced with something more—something that made her stomach flutter. “I’ve been thinking… you’ve never been to Monaco, have you?”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a playful smirk. “Are you asking me to come visit you, Lando?”

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair, his confidence radiating through every movement. “Maybe. What if I told you I wanted to show you around? Give you the full Monaco experience. You know, the beaches, the yachts, the glamour…” He paused, his grin turning mischievous. “And, of course, me.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Unbelievable.”

“But you like it,” he countered, his tone dropping slightly, that teasing edge softening into something warmer, more sincere.

Her cheeks flushed, and she looked down at her coffee, trying to hide the way his words made her heart race. “I don’t know… I mean, it’s a big trip. And we’ve only just—” She hesitated, gesturing vaguely between them. “This is still so new.”

Lando reached across the table, his hand covering hers, his touch firm yet gentle. “New doesn’t mean it’s not worth exploring. Come on, Y/n. Let me show you my world. Just for a weekend. What do you say?”

There was something about the way he said it—the earnestness in his voice, the way his thumb brushed lightly over her knuckles—that melted her reservations. She bit her lip, looking up at him, and found herself nodding before she could overthink it.

“Okay,” she said softly. “A weekend in Monaco.”

His face lit up, and he squeezed her hand. “You won’t regret it. I promise.”

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Three days later, Y/n stepped off the plane onto the tarmac of Nice Côte d’Azur Airport, squinting against the bright Mediterranean sun. She hadn’t even made it to baggage claim when she saw him, leaning casually against a sleek black car, sunglasses perched on his nose, looking every bit the F1 driver he was.

“Took you long enough,” he teased as she approached, pulling her into a tight hug. His scent—clean and masculine, with a hint of cologne—flooded her senses, and she felt a rush of warmth spread through her chest.

“Traffic on the M25,” she quipped, pulling back to look at him. “You wouldn’t believe how bad it gets.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Well, you’re here now. That’s all that matters.” He took her suitcase from her, loading it into the trunk before opening the passenger door with a flourish. “Your chariot awaits, m’lady.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at her lips as she slid into the seat. The car smelled like him, and the leather was cool against her skin. As he climbed into the driver’s seat, she couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement. This was Monaco. And she was spending it with him.

The drive along the coast was breathtaking, the sea glistening under the afternoon sun. They chatted easily, the conversation flowing as naturally as it always did between them. But there was something different this time—a tension that simmered beneath the surface, unspoken yet palpable.

When they finally pulled up to his apartment building, Y/n couldn’t help but gasp. It was everything she imagined—modern, luxurious, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering stunning views of the harbor.

“Welcome to Casa de Norris,” he said with a grin, grabbing her suitcase and leading her inside.

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That evening, after a leisurely dinner at a seaside restaurant, they returned to his apartment. The city lights twinkled outside, and the air was warm, carrying the faint scent of salt and flowers. Lando poured them each a glass of wine, and they settled on the couch, the soft hum of music playing in the background.

Y/n sipped her wine, feeling the alcohol warming her veins. She glanced over at Lando, who was watching her with that same intense gaze that always seemed to see straight through her.

“What?” she asked, a nervous laugh escaping her lips.

He shook his head slowly, setting his glass down. “Nothing. I just… I like seeing you like this. Relaxed. Happy.”

Her cheeks heated, and she looked down at her wine glass. “It’s hard not to be happy here. It’s… magical.”

“It’s not the place,” he said softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. “It’s you.”

Her breath caught, and she looked up at him, her heart pounding. There was something in his eyes—something serious, vulnerable—that made her stomach flip.

“Lando…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Tell me what you want, Y/n,” he murmured, his hand cupping her cheek. “Right now. Tell me.”

She swallowed hard, her mind racing. But then, in that moment, all she could think about was how much she wanted him—how much she’d always wanted him.

“You,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “I want you.”

His eyes darkened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, filled with pent-up longing. She melted into him, her hands curling into the fabric of his shirt as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that left her dizzy.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathing heavily, she looked up at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.

She nodded, her heart hammering in her chest. “Yes.”

Without another word, he stood, pulling her to her feet and leading her toward the bedroom. The room was bathed in soft light, the bed impossibly large and inviting. He turned to her, his hands coming to rest on her waist as he kissed her again, tasting of wine and need.

Slowly, deliberately, he undressed her, his movements careful, reverent, as though she were something precious. When he pulled back to look at her, his gaze dark and hungry, she felt a shiver run down her spine.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip. “So fucking beautiful.”

She reached for him then, her hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt until it fell open, revealing the toned planes of his chest. Her fingers splayed over his skin, and he groaned, low and deep, pressing her back onto the bed.

As he kissed his way down her body, his lips trailing fire, she arched into him, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. Every touch, every caress, was electric, lighting her up from the inside out. His lips were everywhere, leaving a trail of fire across her skin. He started at her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below her ear, eliciting a soft moan from her. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts as his mouth moved lower, teasing her nipples with his tongue until she was arching into him, desperate for more.

“Lando,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as he continued to worship her body with his mouth. He didn’t stop, his kisses growing hungrier as he moved down her stomach, his hands gripping her hips to keep her still. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he paused, his breath hot against her most sensitive skin.

“You taste so good,” he murmured before his tongue flicked out, teasing her clit in slow, deliberate strokes. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as he worked her with his mouth, his fingers slipping inside her to match the rhythm of his tongue. The pleasure built quickly, coiling tight in her belly, and she was on the edge, so close to shattering—

But then he stopped, pulling away just as she was about to fall over the edge. She whimpered, her body trembling with need, but he didn’t give her time to protest. In one swift motion, he positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. Her eyes met his, dark and intense, as he thrust into her in one smooth motion, filling her completely. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, each stroke driving her closer to the edge again.

He kissed her deeply, swallowing her moans as their bodies moved together, the tension building until it was unbearable. And when she finally came, her body convulsing around him, he followed her over the edge, his release spilling deep inside her. They clung to each other, their breaths mingling, as the world outside faded away.

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harmoonix · 8 months ago

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☾ Like a prayer ☽

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫/𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭!* + 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬

Note: Take this with caution! These placements are not bad. These are just some 'side things' that come within having such placements. Every placement has a dark trait, and sometimes, the nature of astrology can be negative as well as positive. Thanks for reading 🤎

• Venus x Moon harsh aspects (square, opposition, conjuction). When the Moon is in harsh aspects with Venus, the native will have a hard time telling what's on their heart. They can have the feeling of a 'heavy heart'. The native may be embarrassed or shy to tell their feelings

• Saturn x Moon harsh aspects (square, opposition, conjuction). These aspects can often feel very insecure about their feelings. They can get hurt fast, but mostly, these aspects can indicate being cold, having a hard time opening yourself, being more like a loner rather than with people

• Lilith in Gemini/3rd house, these placements often indicate gossiping and talking bad upon others. Cursing a lot, etc. The native may be savage in their communication, and their words can hurt

• Ascendant x Sun/Venus/Neptune aspects. With these placements, the native may have trouble with loving himself and may cause a lack of self-love from their side. Before having a relationship, you should always check up on yourself first. You can't love others if you don't love yourself

• Venus in the 5th/7th or 8th house. I did a 'mini post' about Venus in those houses, but in short, the native could've had more partners in their romantic past. If you're not interested in your lovers' past romantic life with other people, I think this won't affect you

• Uranus in the 7th house is also found within people who happen to have more lovers in their life. Also, dating or having casual one night stands

• Lilith x Moon aspects (all aspects). The native can have issues with their mother or their feminine energy. May feel like the black sheep or an outcast due to this. They may keep family things private in their life

• Pluto or Saturn in their 4th or 5th house could've indicated being abused as a child or having their childhood taken away from them. A person with a strong inner child

• Scorpio Saturn, the native with this specific Saturn placement can struggle with their intimacy. Can be insecure over some parts of their body and might overthink what the other person thinks about them in bed. Engaging in sexual activities can be chaotic but also beautiful

• Venus in Fire signs, the native can be either extremely loyal either extremely catchy with your feelings. Tends to flirt quite a lot. And may have multiple crushes

• Saturn in the 2h/6th/10th house or Saturn in Earth signs. The native can be an workaholic, they work over the program to gain more money/salary. This can also result as then coming exhausted from work and most times being away from home

• Lilith x Jupiter aspects (all aspects), the native with these aspects can crave more in bed. They're not happy if they're not satisfied. And they may struggle with obsession over sexual things

• Neptune in the 5th or 8th house, the native may have addictions related to 18+ content which can be a turn off for many. Nonetheless Neptune can also have a strong sexual energy

• Sun in the 7th or 10th house, the native might receive a lot of compliments. Sweet personality and a very charming aura, they like attention

• Scorpio/Capricorn/Cancer Venus, the native might be into dating older people, not very old but there can be some age gap between them. They might get successful relationships in their adulthood yesrs

• Pisces Venus and Moon, these natives are mostly ending up with a lot of scenarios in their head after an argument. They need lots of resurance from their partners

• Venus in the 8th / 12th house, the native could've had several admires, which he wanted to keep hidden. Secrets around their relationship

• Water Dominant: The native may be too clingy or very fast to respond to your feelings/they mirror the type of love you give them

• Pluto x Mercury aspects (all): The native will always have the last word in arguments. 'Truth hurts' archetype. They can use words to manipulate after their own will

• Sun x Jupiter in harsh aspects, the natives ego can be fragile, yet they tend to have a 'superiority complex' they may think they're better than others

• Aphrodite (1388) in the 2nd/5th/8th houses, the native may want to be satisfied physically. They may use their sexual energy to make themselves feel better

• Aphrodite x Ascendant/MC Aspects (all): People may find their beauty intriguing. Approachable with a soft/feminine/calm energy by the public (to both genders) tender personality

• Juno in Aries/Cancer/Scorpio may give a possessive and jealous spouse. If the spouse has low self-esteem, these can be intense

• Pluto in the 9th house, 9th house can indicate how your spouse family might see you. With Pluto here, they may see you as a powerful person to marry their son/daughter

• Pluto/Lilith/Saturn in the 11th house, the native could've had lots of issues with betrayal in their life. People in general weren't so loyal to them

• Sun in the 5th house, the native may feel to act more like a child when they are around your presence or if they feel safe with you

• Aries/Mars over their 4th house can indicate that they were raised in a household with abusive or angry family members, also can posses angry issues

• 2nd house ruler in the 8th house, they may be stingy with their money, may keep them like a secret behind you

• 2nd house ruler in the 10th house, the native may love money over anything. Money over love is their way to go

• Saturn in the 12th house can drain the native a lot. They may feel tired 24/7, get irritated fast, and becomes melancholic easily

• Leo Saturn, they can struggle with favoritism. Can be related to family trauma/ just they love picking on things to cause conflicts

• Scorpio or Lilth in the 4th house/Cancer, raised in a household where their family could have been manipulators, liars, toxic, etc

• Juno aspecting Jupiter can grant the native with fulfilments in their relationship, in harsh aspects you don't feel satisfied enough

• Mars in the 7th house can cause relationship arguments (which are normal for every relationship), but with Mars, these can he quite intense

• Having Retrogade planets like Venus in the 7th house can indicate your exes coming back in your life more than usual (these are mostly just things you need to finish, as an little advice, exes don't always come back to be together with you again, but you don't need to get back with them even if they come back in your life lol)

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫

If you enjoyed this, let me know so I can make a second part 😊 🥰

Have a good day, everyone 🥰🥰

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nochepsicodelica · 9 months ago

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「MASTERLIST」

Extension of @lymtw

[ Suggestive- ☾✦ Smut- ★ Fluff- ✦ Comfort- ☁︎ Angst- ☾ ]

🐻 Bear Boyfriend Toji 🐻

• Clingy bear ✦★

• More of the clingy bear ✦★

• Even more of the clingy bear ✦★

• Sick clingy bear ✦☁︎

• Mornings with the clingy bear ✦

• Return of the clingy bear ✦★

. ๋࣭݁ ｡˚⭑ The Drunken Collection ⭑. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

• Misunderstanding ✦ ☾

• Eat or no kisses ✦

• With a bottle? ★

• Respect ✦ ☾✦

• Fake friend activities ✦☁︎

• Sleeping? Without me? ✦

★ ⋆ Everything Else ⋆ ★

• Stalker!Toji (dark content) ★

• Odd Comfort ✦

• Nightly intimate moments ☾✦

• Chest massage ✦ ☾✦

• It's almost 2am ✦

• When you can't sleep ✦

• Stop being mad ✦

• Matching undergarments ☾✦

• If I can't have you, no one can (Toji the cover hog) ✦

• Hickeys ✦ ☾✦

• Puppy ★

• Calm down ✦☁︎

• It started with fruit ★

• Don't look... LOOK! ✦ ☾✦

• Perv Toji ★

• You're having ma baybeh ✦

• Simple weaknesses ✦ ☾✦

• How you need me ★☁︎

• Slow down, breathe ✦

• Flattered and flattened ✦

• Lazy almost 2am kisses ✦

• Got you ✦

• Bump, bump, bump ✦★

• Look at you ✦ ☾✦

• Fight, fight, fight! ✦☁︎

• The one where you're sick ✦☁︎

• Hotel ★

• Really? ✦

• Dreams ✦

• Can you handle it? ★

• How to sleep (nsfw ver.) ★

• The beast leaves the cave ✦

• That's my fit ✦☁︎

• Trading snacks ✦

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st4rofeden · 27 days ago

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Cooking with disaster (and love) ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

they..cook. and bake.

au!characters: phainon, baker mydei, anaxa x reader

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⋅⊰ ∙ ∘ ☽- - PHAINON - -☾ ∘ ∙ ⊱ ⋅

Your shared kitchen in a lazy weekend morning, warm light spilling across the floor. You let Phainon take over breakfast. you knew it was a gamble. He insisted he could cook. You had doubts. Now the smoke alarm is crying.

you're flapping a dish towel at it while he goes and stands in the corner just like you told him to.

"I followed the recipe exactly." he defends, clutching the spatula tight.

you lift the scorched pan. "You put cinnamon in scrambled eggs..?"

"I...thought it would be adventurous!"

you squint down at the pan's contents that was supposed to be eggs. blackened bits clings like regret.

"it smells like someone set autumn on fire."

you're dying to hold your laugh as he dramatically sulks in the corner, apron tied messily around his waist

"dont worry. I still love you." you went to his corner, pinching the fat of his cheeks softly.

"even if your eggs taste like trauma"

the invisible puppy ears perked up as he peeks up with puppy eyes"

"tragic. betrayed by spice, but adored by you. I'll survive."

You end up cooking together, he tries again under your guidance. this time: it's edible! he feeds you a bite like he just reinvented the culinary universe.

‿̩͙⊱༒︎--༻ MYDEIMOS ༺--༒︎⊰‿̩͙ Gordon Ramsay?

a warm, rustic bakery that you and Mydei own together in a quiet corner of town. it's nearly morning, the world's still asleep, and he's already kneading dough in the soft golden light of the kitchen. you come down in your pajamas, half asleep, drawn by the smell of dough.

The bell above the bakery’s back door chimes softly as you pad into the kitchen. He’s there— apron tied low around his hips, shirtless, hands dusted in flour, focused entirely on a batch of shaped brioche.

you lean against the doorway.

"did you even sleep?" your soft voice rings his ears

Mydei, eyes pinned on the dough. "an hour. I wanted the dough to rise evenly."

you shuffle over, nudging your cheek to his arm, he shifts, letting you to rest there.

"You always smell like the sheets in the mornings" he breaks the comfortable silence

"you always smell like sugar and firewood."

a kiss pressed to his jaw. He doesn't pause kneading— but you feel him smile. Later, you sit on the counter, watching as he pipes soft filling into pastries, careful and precise. he shoots a glance.

"you're staring"

"you're good with your hands." he pauses, arches a brow and you smiled.

"...at baking".

His smirk deepens.

He walks over with one perfect tart on a ceramic plate. holds it infront of you

"try it."

You do, it's warm, flaky, filled with dark chocolate and pomegranate. your heart flutters.

"Did you, make this for me?" you asked, which he shrugs, but his eyes soften.

"Everything sweet in this place is for you, sweetheart."

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━⊱༒︎ ANAXAGORAS ༒︎⊰━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

Sunlight pours into the small kitchen of your shared apartment near. You wake up to the scent of something burning — and a very flustered, flour-dusted philosopher at war with a baking tray.

you rushed into the kitchen, hair still a mess.

"is that smoke?"

"the reaction temperature adjusted by exactly four degrees. that should not result in combustion." me mutters sharply.

you open your eyes from sleep, there's flour in his hair. he's wearing an apron with "I Bake, Therefore I Am" on it. you didn't buy that. someone must've gifted the professor as a joke— probably Phainon.

you looked over his shoulder. a tray of cupcakes sits in the oven— or rather, that was supposed to be cupcakes. they've collapsed like dying stars.

"did they.. implode?"

"it was a hypothesis. they were meant to be dense."

"they look like they've entered a philosophical crisis."

He narrows his eyes at you. you smile. he returns it bitterly.

"Your commentary is noted. Kindly pass me the spatula."

He opens the oven, a small puff of black smoke escaped. hitting you face. he waves it away while crouching there staring, utterly betrayed by batter.

"Maybe I should help?"

"You once tried to sauté soup.."

"You're burning cake, Anaxagoras."

His spine straightened up, grumbles something about structural integrity and sugar ratios, dark clouds on top of his head.

you sneak behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, squishing your cheek on his back, he stiffens.

"lets try again. together. you do the science, I'll do the chaos."

he smiles faintly.

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idkyetxoxo · 2 months ago

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Shadow and Flame | Azriel | Series Masterlist

Pairing - Azriel x reader

Summary - The daughter of Autumn, born of fire and fury but made to be quiet, compliant, perfect. Her choices were never hers. Until him.

Azriel, the Shadowsinger of the Night Court. Dangerous. Distant. Off-limits.

For years, they were nothing more than heat in the dark, a quiet ache neither dared name. Until one night changed everything.

When secrets bloom into something irreversible, she must decide what she's willing to risk to protect a life that was never supposed to exist.

A story of a girl born to burn, and a boy made of shadows.

He was her shadow. She was his fire. Together, they burned.

Tags - forbidden romance, accidental pregnancy, hidden pregnancy, secret relationship, found family, star-crossed lovers.

Contents -

☾ One | Scorched Ruin | 2.8k words

☾ Two | The Unravelling | 4.6k words

☾ Three | Faultlines | 3.1k words

☾ Four | Silky Lies | 2.5k words

☾ Five | Burning Cold | 2k words

☾ Six | Forbidden Flames | 2.5k words

☾ Seven | Eclipsed | 3.1k words

☾ Eight | Sanctuary in Starlight | 3.2k words

☾ Nine | Fading Away | 2.1k words

☾ Ten | A Light in the Dark | 2.5 words

☾ Eleven | Something New | 2.1k words

☾ Twelve | Ignite | 2.4k words

Bonus : for a little giggle :)

ACOTAR Masterlist

A/n - As always content warnings will be at the start of each chapter, so please be sure to read them before continuing.

Before I even finished my first Azriel series I was already writing this, im aware people don't always like the accidental pregnancy trope but imo when done correctly it's acc fun!! Obviously when you factor in forbidden romance and a secret relationship it just gets even better :)

I will start posting this as soon as the last part of Little Star is posted!

Please don't hesitate to vote or comment along the way, it truly means the world to me. <3

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fullcfmysteries · 11 months ago

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@6err sent: i always regretted about something in my life. however, my regret over the things i haven't done is way bigger than for those that i did do. ( for stan! )

reader, writer, protagonist (always accepting)

"Ford, 'ey. Don't get 'all sappy on me, ya hear me?" Stan wasn't one for such sappy conversations and he's not experienced in it. He remained silent, looking away. A sigh escapes his mouth. "It's in the past anyways, the least we can do is move on." It's clear that he tries to force some of the bad memories out of his head.

#☾✰ ⊹ muse › stan p. 、#☾✰ ⊹ dark content 、#☾✰ ⊹ answered asks 、#6err

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brokenmenswhore · 1 year ago

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crush | sirius black

pairing: sirius black x fem!reader (james’s sister)

summary: as james’s little sister, you’ve been around sirius most of your life and developed a bad crush. james doesn’t want sirius anywhere near you, but what can he do if he doesn’t know?

warnings: smut (MDNI 18+)

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It started when you were nine. He was eleven.

Your brother, James, had invited his new friends over during the holiday break. He was excited to have made such good friends during his first year at Hogwarts, and he explained to your parents that one friend in particular preferred not to return home if he didn’t need to, and your parents were happy to host.

James introduced Sirius, Remus, and Peter to your parents, barely taking the time to introduce them to you. He quickly said “and that’s my sister,” and walked away, the boys following suit. Sirius, however, gave you a smile before walking away, his longer, dark hair falling slightly in front of his face. You returned his smile and blushed.

When you were eleven and he was thirteen, you were sorted into Hufflepuff during the sorting ceremony, and James sighed in relief that he wouldn’t have to deal with you being in the same house as him. You looked to his table to wave at him, but he turned away when he saw you, embarrassed by his little sister. Sirius, however, returned the wave.

When you were thirteen and he was fifteen, the Marauders hosted a party at the beginning of term, and you snuck in, desperate to be included. Fifth years were already drinking, but you weren’t ready to. James and Remus tried to pressure you into drinking, but Sirius ripped the bottle out of your hand and downed its entire contents in one large gulp. “Oops,” he shrugged, “guess she can’t drink it if it’s all gone.” You gave him a small smile as a thank you, and he gave you a nod.

Later that same year, when you heard the news that Sirius took Alice Fortescue’s virginity, and she was bragging about it, you felt a drop in the pit of your stomach. You were envious. You assumed Sirius got girls, he was much too gorgeous and confident not to, but hearing it spoken of make it so real, and it hurt. You liked him, and you were jealous.

When you were fifteen and he was seventeen, you were all at a party in Ravenclaw house, seated in a gigantic group of truth or dare.

“Truth or dare, Potter?” Dorcas asked, taking a hit of the blunt between his fingers.

“Dare, obviously,” you responded.

Dorcas let out a chuckle. “I dare you to make out with Black over here.”

You could feel the blush rise to your cheeks. You turned toward Sirius, who was nonchalantly slumped over on the couch. He was always so casual, as if nothing ever phased him. He took a drag from his cigarette, tapping the butt down on a tray as he blew out the smoke, then dropping the cigarette down and leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“No,” James interrupted, an amused chuckle leaving his lips, “she’s not doing that.”

You shot him a look.

“You’re not kissing my best friend. Sorry, sis,” he told you.

“Game’s got rules,” Sirius shrugged.

James glared at him. “This is disgusting, I can’t watch this.”

Sirius stood up and approached where you were sat cross-legged on the rug, dropping to his knees to meet your gaze.

“Do you accept the dare?” he nearly whispered, leaning his face toward yours.

You swallowed nervously, nodding your head yes as Sirius leaned in even more, tilting his head slightly to plant a soft kiss on your lips.

You reciprocated, your lips moving in unison as Dorcas teased you by cheering you on. Desperate to appear confident and in control, you tangled your fingers through Sirius’s hair, pulling him even closer to you as you deepened the kiss for a moment. He was so good at it, but you were hyper aware of the eyes on you, so you pulled away, dropping your hand from the back of his head.

Sirius remained close to you for a moment, exchanging a glance as he caught his breath.

“Okay, enough, enough, gross,” James said, pulling Sirius’s shoulder until he moved away from you.

The next morning, James was not happy with you as he caught up to you walking down the hall. “Can’t believe you kissed Sirius,” he said, jogging to reach your side.

“It was truth or dare, James, don’t be a baby,” you replied.

“You still got a thing for him, huh?” he teased, bumping your shoulder.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” you said, shifting your books in your arms.

“Oh, come on, you really think I can’t see it?”

You stopped short and turned to your brother. “What do you want, James?”

“I’ll tell you what I don’t want, and that’s for you to get all worked up over this. I know you’ve got a little crush on him, but Sirius isn’t that kind of guy. I just don’t want you to get yourself attached over a stupid game when, in reality, it’ll never happen.”

“Are you so defensive because you care about my feelings or because you don’t want me to like your best friend?” you retorted, slightly annoyed by James’s statement.

“Just keep your distance, okay? For both of our sakes,” he said, turning away from you to dip through one of the open classroom doors.

When you were sixteen and he was eighteen, you walked in on Sirius with another girl.

One of your friends let you into the Gryffindor common room in search of James. Your mother had sent for both of you, asking you to visit your father during a tumultuous week for his health. He was alright, but was in hospital, and your Heads of House had approved for both you and James to be absent for one week in order to visit him.

“James!” you called up the staircase, but to no avail. Classes were finished for the day, and Remus and Peter were seated at a table in the common room reading, so he wasn’t out with his friends.

You muttered to yourself, “…always fucking ignores me…” as you marched up the staircase, impatient at his constantly disregard for you as you swung the door to his dormitory open, and that’s when you saw Sirius and Mary McDonald. It was a genuine accident.

Mary squealed and pulled the sheets over her body, while Sirius simply pulled out of her, standing tall despite his nakedness, and turning to you as he, in no rush, picked his underwear up off the floor.

“Can we help you?” he asked, jumping into the fabric and running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair.

You were speechless. You were embarrassed by the act you had just witnessed, mad at Mary due to your jealousy, and completely enamored by the sight of of Sirius, first naked, and now in nothing but his boxers, his body glistening from sweat.

“I- I was looking for James, but I can see he’s not here, so-“ you quickly turned and shut the door behind you, pausing for a moment to take a deep breath. Taking a moment was a mistake, because Sirius swung the door open before you could escape down the staircase.

“He’s joined a study group in the library,” Sirius spoke, “promised to tutor some classmates in Transfiguration or some shit.”

You avoided making eye contact with Sirius, nodding your head and thanking him for the information as you moved to the first step of the staircase, but Sirius caught your wrist, pulling your attention back to him.

“Whatcha need him for, anyway?” he asked.

“Family stuff,” you responded, barely loud enough for Sirius to hear.

Sirius nodded. “You gave Mary in there a right good scare, Potter.”

“Right, well, sorry,” you responded, your jealousy allowing you to mask confidence in your voice. As hot as he looked, you felt angry. You knew it was irrational, but you were a sixteen year old girl, and you were jealous.

You got down five steps before Sirius spoke again. “We aren’t together, you know.”

You stopped short and turned your body up the stairs. “Why would I care?” you spoke, retreating down the rest of the steps and out of the common room to collect yourself and find your brother.

“Where’s Prongs?” Sirius asked the next morning, confused as to why only he and Remus were present in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

“Had to go see his dad, apparently he’s not feeling too good,” Remus explained, “his mom freaked out and had him come visit.”

Sirius nodded to gesture he was listening. “Y/N too?”

Remus furrowed his brows as he looked at Sirius. “I guess? I didn’t ask, didn’t think it mattered.”

Sirius diverted his attention to opening his book to the right page, eager to change the subject now that Remus was looking at him weird.

You and James returned in a week, arriving back to the castle early enough in the day to catch the midday break and the second block of classes.

You walked down the hallway with your brother, who caught up to his friends and gave them all a greeting. You and Sirius locked eyes, and you immediately blushed and sped away.

“The fuck was that about?” James asked, picking up on your unusual behavior.

“Probably just all weirded out now that she’s seen Sirius’s dick,” Remus joked, bumping Sirius’s shoulder playfully. James’s eyes widened as he looked at Sirius.

“Pardon?”

“It’s nothing, mate, she just walked in on me right before you guys left,” Sirius explained, trying to sound as calm and collected as possible.

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“What’s the big deal?” Sirius responded.

James took a deep breath. “Can you just, like, keep your distance?”

“What, from your sister?” Sirius asked for clarification.

“Yeah, from my sister,” James half-spat, “you can’t truly be so thick, Sirius. You know she likes you.”

He did not know.

James continued, “I love you, mate, but please not her. Seriously. Fuck around with whoever you want, just not my little sister. Anyone else.”

Sirius understood. “Who said I wanted to fuck your sister anyways?”

His phrasing only bothered James more. “I’m not kidding, Sirius. Not my little sister.”

Sirius threw his hands up. “Okay, jeez, I get it, I’ll keep my distance.”

When you were seventeen and he was nineteen, you met your first real boyfriend.

Evan was your age, a fact that thrilled James. You began to spend most of your time together, and you invited him to tag along to your brother’s extravagant New Year’s party.

When the clock struck midnight on January 1st, Evan wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed you, a move that turned your relationship from friendly but flirty to something much more. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you smiled as you pulled away, giving him another small kiss before he released your body from his own to grab the shot glass being handed to him by his friends.

You laughed as you watched him nearly choke on the shot. In a daze of laughter, your eyes caught Sirius, who was leaning against an empty doorframe across the room, drinking from a bottle and staring directly at you. You maintained eye contact for a moment, waiting to see if he would give you any sort of visual explanation as to why he was looking at you, but he didn’t move.

You still liked him, sure, but you liked Evan, too, and it had been six years. You couldn’t just pine after your brother’s best friend forever and not explore the perfectly good option directly in front of you.

In March, you gave your virginity to Evan. He was kind, and you were sure you were ready.

Sirius was acting weird around you, always finding an exit the moment you entered a conversation or a room he was in. You confronted James about it, and got into a rather heated argument about how James had no right to tell Sirius to stay away from you.

In June, James and your parents officially invited Sirius to live with you for the summer. It was brutal; Sirius was always around.

You would sneak into the kitchen first thing in the morning to make coffee the way you liked it, before anyone else could get their hands on the pot, and Sirius would be there. You would go to brush your teeth before bed, and Sirius would be brushing his hair in the bathroom mirror.

The worst part: Sirius spent most days poolside. Shirtless.

He enjoyed lounging out in the sun after a good swim, the water making his body glisten in the natural light as he adjusted his sunglasses, his dark hair slicked back from the wetness.

You stared at him from your second story window, admiring just how beautiful he truly was. He was so effortlessly perfect.

You considered joining him outside several times, but knew you would only be doing it so wear a bathing suit around him and hopefully tease him, if you even had the power to do so, and that wasn’t fair to Evan, but what the hell, it was your pool anyway.

You put on your bathing suit, draping a towel over your arm as you stepped outside, snapping Sirius out of his thoughts as he turned to you.

“Mind if I join?” you asked, slowly stepping into the water.

“It’s your house,” Sirius responded.

You swam a few laps before leaving the water, making a show of drying off your hair. Sirius kept his sunglasses on so that you couldn’t see him watch you, careful to heed James’s request to keep his distance from you, but he couldn’t help himself, you looked too good wet.

In October, you and Evan broke up. He was beginning to run with a crowd you didn’t want anything to do with, and you were gradually growing apart.

When you were eighteen and he was twenty, the Marauders hosted another party in honor of Peter’s twenty-first birthday. They were all staying at the unoccupied house of a mutual friend, and had more than enough space to go all out for the occasion. James invited you, having grown to appreciate you as a friend as you two got older.

“What a fucking dress,” Sirius said, leaning his back on the wall next to you.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to say shit like that to me?” you said, lightheartedly.

“Then don’t dress like that,” he said, eyes scanning up and down your body.

You blushed and dropped your head to hide it.

“Can you meet me upstairs in five?” Sirius asked.

You nodded your head yes without a second thought, giving him ample time to get upstairs alone before you left, so as not to raise suspicion. Your heart was pounding out of your chest.

You didn’t know what room he was in, having not thought that far ahead when he asked for you to meet him, so you lightly rapped your knuckles on every door until Sirius opened one, pulling you inside and softly clicking the door shut behind you.

“What’s up?” you asked, innocently.

Sirius smiled at you. “You’re not seriously asking me that.”

You were dumbfounded. There was no way Sirius called you up here for the reason you hoped he did. Absolutely no way.

“You like me, don’t you?” he asked, stepping closer to you.

“What? No, Sirius, why are you even-“

“You’re a big girl now, Y/N, we aren’t ten anymore. You have to tell me what you want.”

You swallowed back your nerves. “James is right downstairs.”

Sirius stepped even closer to you, grabbing your waist with his hand, “James doesn’t ever have to know.”

You gazed up at him. “I just-“ your voice trailed off. You didn’t know what to say.

“You want me?” Sirius asked, dipping his head to meet your lowered gaze.

“Maybe,” you giggled.

Sirius smiled, leaning back slightly to look you up and down, “cus I want you.”

You sighed and smiled due to your nervousness. “You never wanted me before.”

“Not true,” Sirius immediately defended himself, “the second I started to show it, your idiot brother made me promise to stay away from you.”

“What changed?”

“This dress, for starters,” he answered, “and the fact that James got wasted about forty minutes ago and is probably passed out by the pool right now. I can never get you alone.”

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in. “I’ve had a crush on you since I was like nine.”

“When we met over the holiday, right?” Sirius replied.

You looked at him in amazement. “How did you know that?”

“I was there, silly,” he teased, “and because I remember those things. James didn’t actually introduce us, but you still smiled at me.”

“I can’t believe you remember that,” you spoke in disbelief, causing Sirius to smile.

“Please don’t make me wait any longer,” he pleaded, pulling your hips against his and planting a few soft kisses on the side of your neck.

“But what if James-“

“Fuck James.”

You searched his eyes for any sign that he may have not meant what he said, but when you found none, you pulled him into a desperate kiss, anxious to taste him after years of wondering, reminiscing on the kiss you shared on a dare years earlier.

It was better than you could have imagined, his lips moving perfectly in sync with yours as his hands needily grabbed at your hips.

Your hand remained on the back of his head, nervous that without holding him against you, Sirius would pull away. All you wanted was to continue kissing him, forever.

He broke away from you to pepper kisses down your jawline and then down your neck, sucking at a sweet spot about halfway down the length of your throat.

You let out a whimper at the feeling, and Sirius pulled away and looked at you. He grabbed your jaw in his hand, turning your head until you were looking directly at him.

“What?” you breathed out.

Sirius didn’t respond, he just continued to hold onto your jaw, forcing you to tilt your head upwards and give him more access to your neck. His hand moved from your jaw to the other side of your neck, anchoring himself as he sucked and kissed the now bruised skin on your neck. You let out a high pitched whine, and he growled into your neck at the sound.

Each time you made a small noise, Sirius sucked harder, desperate to pull more and more sounds from you.

Sirius backed you up as he kissed you, taking small steps until your back hit the wall, allowing Sirius to pull away and press his body against yours. He took your face in his hands and kissed you hard, pressing his hips into yours and eliciting a moan from you as he began to grind into you.

He pulled back to look into your eyes, watching your body jolt slightly upwards each time he pressed his hips into yours.

“You remember when we kissed during truth or dare?” Sirius asked.

“Mhm,” you responded, breathy.

“I went back that night and touched myself thinking about it,” he told you, one of his hands finding its way to your throat, “thinking about you.”

The confession combined with the feeling of his clothed cock against your clit made you moan. You weren’t aware Sirius ever saw you the way you saw him.

You blushed, but Sirius wasn’t done taunting you. “Have you ever touched yourself and thought of me?”

Your cheeks only turned more red. “I- I-“ you were too embarrassed to answer.

“Tell me,” he demanded, holding your throat against the wall, his breath on your cheek, “or did Evan take good enough care of you?”

You nodded your head no, eager to appease him. “I- I thought of you when I did stuff, even when I was with him.”

Sirius growled at your confession. “Naughty little thing.”

Sirius hoisted one of your legs up to his waist, causing your dress to raise and bunch at your waistline, allowing Sirius access to your most sensitive area.

He ran a finger over your underwear, feeling the wetness soak through. Your back arched from his touch, your lips parting as Sirius ran his finger along the seam, slowly dipping his hand to run his finger between your folds.

“You’re so wet for me,” Sirius cooed, circling his finger around your clit.

You anchored yourself on his shoulders. Sirius’s eyes never left yours as he moved his fingers faster and faster, watching your back arch and your body react to his touch.

He slowly inserted two fingers into your soaking wet hole, setting a slow pace as he fucked you with his fingers.

He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that particularly good spot within your walls, causing your legs to shake a little.

“Shit,” you whined, your head slamming against the wall the moment you threw it back. Sirius picked up the pace, watching your eyebrows crease in pleasure.

It wasn’t your first time, and you usually lasted longer, but years and years of pent up lusting over Sirius were taking their toll on you. “Sirius, fuck, I-“

“Aweh, gonna come for me already, doll? You like me that much?” Sirius teased.

“Y-yes,” you cried out.

Sirius sped up his actions even further, your climax hitting you as Sirius kissed you to swallow your moans. He pulled his fingers out of you after you came down from your high, locking eyes with you as he sucked your juices off of them. It was the most erotic thing you’d ever seen.

You began to slowly sink down against the wall, but Sirius grabbed your arms and pulled you back up. “Not today,” he stated.

“But-“

“But nothing,” he cut you off, “tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. Don’t worry about me.”

“But what if I want to worry about-“

“Y/N, shut up.”

“I-“

“You’ve spent ages giving your attention to me. Let me repay the favor.”

You took a deep breath. “Okay,” you agreed.

“Now tell me what you want.”

You were embarrassed, and aroused by the dominance you had always daydreamed Sirius had in the bedroom. Looking up at him, him standing over you and demanding you tell him what you want, made you feel like the little girl that was so in awe of him the very first time you saw him.

“I want you,” you spoke.

Sirius smiled. “Good girl, but that’s not enough.”

“Please don’t make me say it,” you begged.

Sirius only looked at you expectantly, as if to say that he was, indeed, going to make you say it. You took a deep breath, and you could feel the heat in your cheeks. You were in the brink of having Sirius the way you had always wanted, and you were not going to let yourself get in your own way.

“I want you to fuck me, Sirius. Please.”

Sirius growled and pulled you over to the bed, pushing you down and crawling over you.

He roughly pushed your dress up to your waist, pulling your underwear down your legs and slapping your core. You jolted upward and gasped at the sudden pain.

Sirius unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them, along with his boxers, down. He ran a hand up and down the length of his shaft, poking the head of his cock through your folds.

You whimpered are the contact, and Sirius threw his head back, moving his cock through your folds and allowing for your wetness to lubricate him. The feeling was heavenly, but you needed more.

“Siri-“

The nickname almost drove him into a frenzy. You had never heard anyone call him that, it just came out. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them both above your head with one hand as the other lined his tip up with your entrance. “Fuck, keep calling me that.”

“Siri, please,” you begged, the anticipation nearly killing you.

Sirius gave you a wicked smile, pushing his cock into you until he bottomed out. Your back arched at the sensation, and Sirius took the opportunity to wrap an arm around your waist, holding you flush against him.

“Sirius, shit,” you whimpered. The angle was overwhelming.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Sirius whispered, his voice breathy as he began to push and pull in and out of you. He dropped his head into the crook of your neck, his black hair falling into his face.

Sirius maintained a steady pace for a few moments, allowing you to adjust to his size.

Sirius was putting even more pressure on your wrists with each thrust, leaning his weight onto them as he tried to maintain self control, but you felt so fucking good underneath him. You could see him struggling, trying to keep the slower pace for your sake, but that’s not what you wanted either.

“Siri,” you said, catching his attention as he lifted his head to meet your gaze, “harder.”

“You sure?” he checked.

“Fuck me, Siri, please.”

Your begging was enough for him to let his self control go, pulling your waist even closer to him (and subsequently even higher) as he picked up the pace, snapping his hips against yours with each violent thrust. Sirius let go of your wrists to hold his weight up with an arm next to your head.

He kissed your neck, sucking on a sweet spot just below your earlobe. You whined and moaned, completely wound up in the pleasure you had touched yourself thinking about for so long. You had a crush on Sirius for forever, and finally getting to feel him inside of you, holding you, grunting in your ear, kissing down your neck-

You began to squeeze Sirius’s cock, your second orgasm approaching rapidly as your brain reminded itself how long you had wanted this. The feeling only made Sirius more feral, his thrusts becoming harder and his pubic bone hitting your clit with each snap of his hips.

“Sirius, I- I’m-“

“Fuck yes come for me,” Sirius said, fucking you as hard as he possible could.

You came with a loud cry of his name, your thighs shaking as you squeezed around Sirius’s cock.

The feeling was nearly too much for him, but he was determined not to let go yet. He slowed his pace to an excruciatingly slow push and pull as you rode out your high, giving you time to breathe before he started to fuck into you again.

Your body was convulsing beneath him, your juices coating his cock and allowing for even more lubrication, and you could hear the wetness with each hit of his hips.

You were overstimulated, and therefore no longer in control of the high pitched noises leaving your lips, egging Sirius on even more. You were on the brink of crying, it felt so good, and when Sirius heard a cry-like crack in your voice, he rutted his hips into you a final few times before he pulled out of you, cursing as he spilled his seed onto your stomach.

He took a moment to collect himself, pressing his forehead against yours as you both calmed your breathing. He then rolled over to lay down next to you. You turned to face one another, and you began to run your fingers through his hair, twirling a face-framing strand around your pointer as he smiled at you.

You were pulled out of your daze when there was a violent rapping against the door. “Pads! You in there? Open up.”

James.

You scrambled to stand and fix your hair, pulling your dress down and doing your best to keep quiet.

“Whatcha want?” Sirius called back. You glared daggers his direction for responding. “How is he even still standing?” Sirius whispered to you, referencing how drunk James had been earlier.

“You gotta come see this,” James responded, opening the door slightly. You ran behind the door, trying to hide from your brother and hoping he wouldn’t fully enter the room. “Are you at least a little decent? Who you got in here?” James didn’t have a care in the world when he was drunk.

Sirius ran up to the door, a blanket in the hand he held over his bottom half to cover himself. He grabbed the door and prevented James from opening it any further. “No one, what are you tryna show me?”

“At least put pants on,” James said, turning his back to the doorway, “I’ll be out here. Christ, Pads.”

Sirius shut the door, rushing to the bed to find his clothes and cover himself before re-approaching the door. He leaned over to you, giving you a genuine smile before placing a sweet, intimate kiss on your lips. He pulled away and you exchanged a glance, your cheeks red and a smile on your face, before Sirius opened the door and left the room.

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these-lovely-monsters · 10 months ago

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Tentacles Under The Bed - Part 2

[NSFW | 18+]

Characters: gn!tentacle monster x f!reader

Content: tentacles, bondage, nipple/clit stimulation, double penetration, anal play, edging, yandere monster

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It’s late at night and you’re sitting in bed, reading a book before you go to sleep. Or at least, you’re trying to, but you keep peeking over the side of the bed, hoping your tentacle monster will come visit you again tonight. After a while, with no sign of your guest from last night, your eyes grow heavy and you drift off to sleep. The light is still on and your book is sitting open on your stomach as you lay sprawled across your mattress, dreaming about tentacles wrapping you up.

You’re snoring softly when, suddenly, you jolt awake to the feeling of something cool and silky caressing your cheek. Quickly sitting up in bed, you blink open your eyes to find an inky black tentacle stroking your face. With a wide smile, you reach out a hand and stroke your fingers along its length, marveling at how nice the texture feels. When the tentacle begins tickling your ear, you squirm out of reach, giggling and gently batting it away. Wiggling in place, almost as if it’s laughing, the tentacle retreats back under the bed.

A moment later, it reappears again with its tip wrapped around an object. This time, you reach out your hand, eager to see what it has for you. When it uncurls itself, a small stone drops into your hand. Grinning at the new gift, you hold it up to the light and marvel at the gorgeous gray surface that’s veined with bright streaks of white. After you’ve finished inspecting the stone, you place it on your nightstand along with the pearl and necklace pendant. Leaning in, you place a soft kiss on the tip of the tentacle and then laugh when it wiggles again.

Remembering what you found up earlier today, you hop off the bed and hurry over to your backpack, calling over your shoulder, “I have something for you too!”

After rummaging around for a minute, you find what you’re looking for and walk back over to your bed where the tentacle is still patiently waiting. Extending your hand, you watch as it carefully picks up the piece of dark green sea glass, its edges worn smooth. Another tentacle appears as it gently rolls the piece of glass between the two tips, caressing the surface, as if inspecting it.

You’re chewing your bottom lip, hoping it likes your gift, when suddenly the tentacles wiggle again as several more shoot up from under the bed and wrap you up in a giant hug. Laughing, you squeeze back, happy that it seems to like your gift.

As the tentacles slither along your skin, you’re reminded of the night before when it had you pinned to the bed. Your cheeks grow flushed with the memory and you wonder how you can make that happen. As if it can sense where your thoughts are headed, the tentacles begin to deliberately rub along your nipples, which are already hardening under your shirt. Letting out a soft moan, you relax into the monster’s hold, hoping it will get the hint.

It clearly understands what you want because a few tentacles grip your shirt and begin pulling it over your head as others work your shorts down your hips. Once you’re completely naked, the tentacles take a moment to slither along your bare skin, as if enjoying the feel of you just as much as you do.

Then, one of the tentacles wraps around both your wrists, tugging you forward so you’re on your knees. Another one wraps around your waist, pulling backwards as the first one continues to pull your arms down to the bed. Soon you’re fully bent over with your ass up in the air and your wrists bound and stretched out over your head on the mattress. Next, two more tentacles wrap around each of your thighs, pulling them apart so that your pussy is completely exposed.

A shiver runs through you, not from the cold, but from anticipation for what the monster will do to you. Fortunately, it doesn’t make you wait long. One tentacle reaches up to play with your clit, alternating between flicking the bud and pulling at it with one of its suction cups. You moan at the sensations, trying to wiggle your hips for more but you’re completely bound, unable to move anywhere.

Two tentacles reach up and suction themselves to each of your nipples, pulling down so there’s a delicious tug on your breasts. The weight of the tentacles and your heavy breathing causes them to sway beneath you and you mewl in pleasure. As the other tentacle continues to play with your clit, wetness drips from your soaking pussy. Another one slides up along your leg gathering up your juices and plunges inside you, causing you to gasp at the sudden intrusion.

As the tentacle pushes deeper inside you, stretching your walls as far as they’ll go, the small bite of pain adds a delicious zing of pleasure to the already overwhelming sensations. When it’s completely filled you up, it pauses, letting you adjust for a moment. Once it senses you beginning to relax, it slowly pulls back out, almost to the tip, and then plunges all the way in again. Pulling out and shoving back in, it sets a rapid pace, the wet squelching sounds mixing with the cries of pleasure pouring from your lips.

As the monster continues to fuck you senselessly, you begin to feel an orgasm building. But just as your walls start to clamp down on the tentacle, it abruptly pulls out, simultaneously pausing its ministrations on your clit, and you cry out in despair. After a moment, it resumes teasing and fucking you, only to pause once again when your orgasm is almost at its peak. It does this over and over again, bringing you right to the brink and then pulling back until you’re a whining, needy mess.

Tears of frustration begin to build in your eyes and you think you’ve almost had enough when, instead of pushing back into your pussy, the soaking wet tentacle moves higher, up to your ass. You suck in a breath as it tickles the outer rim, teasing and flicking the puckered skin. You’ve never had anything there and you’re a little afraid it will hurt, but at the same time you trust this monster with your body and want to see what it will do.

Pressing the tip gently in, the tentacle pushes past the first ring of muscles and you groan at the new sensation. Slowly, it works its way further and further in, pausing every few inches to let you adjust to the new girth. When it reaches as far as it seems to be able to go, it pulls back out and then pushes in again. This time, it fucks you more slowly than before and you melt into the mattress, getting lost in the sensation.

You’ve forgotten your earlier frustrations, too distracted by the tentacle filling your ass, until you feel a different tentacle begin to push its way into your pussy. Gasping, you try to wiggle away – there’s no way it can fit two at the same time, right? But of course, there’s nowhere for you to go and it continues to ease the second tentacle into your cunt while the first one keeps slowly fucking in and out of your ass.

Before long, both tentacles are completely filling you up, stuffing you to the brim, and you’re almost delirious with the overwhelming fullness. They begin to move in tandem, plunging in and out of both your holes as you whimper and cry out with each thrust. It’s almost too much, but at the same time you’ve never felt anything more amazing and you never want it to end.

This time, when your thighs begin to tremble and your walls start to clamp down with your impending orgasm, the monster doesn’t stop. Instead, it resumes playing with your clit and you immediately explode. Stars burst behind your eyes as your entire body seizes up, white hot pleasure coursing through you. It feels like the orgasm goes on forever as you get lost in a hazy bliss and time ceases to exist.

Eventually, though, awareness begins to return as you start to come down from the high and you sag into the mattress, boneless and spent. Carefully, the monster eases out of you and releases its hold on your body. You’re almost sad at the loss of contact. But then it gently maneuvers you so that your head is resting on the pillow and pulls the blanket over you, tucking you in around the edges. As the tentacles start to retreat back under the bed, you reach out and snag one of them, holding onto it.

“Will you stay until I fall asleep?” You ask in a drowsy voice.

You feel it hesitate for a moment but then the tentacle winds up your wrist, grasping onto you. Smiling, you settle back into the pillow and begin to drift off. Before you’re fully asleep, you manage to mumble, “Will you come back again tomorrow night?”

There’s a beat of silence, and then, right as your awareness slips away, you hear an inhumanly deep, multilayered voice echo in your mind, “Yes, little creature.”

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The monster is immensely pleased with this female it has chosen to mate.

At first, it wasn’t sure if the gifts left on various surfaces of her den were meant for it. But it took them anyways, wanting to indulge in the fantasy. Most creatures run screaming when they see the monster for the first time. Some even attack without warning.

But not this one. To the monster’s delight, this delectable female was only startled at first. And when it tried to offer her gifts to soothe her fear, she eagerly accepted them!

She even accepted its attempts to couple and let it touch her.

Feel her.

Taste her.

She is utterly delicious.

And when she presented it with a mating gift of her own tonight, it knew for sure that she had accepted its offer.

As the monster settles into the darkness beneath where she sleeps, grasping her tiny delicate hand, it hopes that it can make her happy enough that she’ll never want to leave. Because even if she does, it will never let her go.

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#monster fucker #monster lover #monster smut #terato #monster x human #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #these lovely monsters #tentacles #tlm tentacles #monster girlfriend #tlm stories #f!reader #gn!monster #eldritch

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alastor-simp · 2 months ago

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Heatwave🥵 - Sick Sylus x Fem Reader (R-18 Smut)

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧Summary: It's rare to see Sylus so weak at this moment, especially from a cold. It pained you to see him like this, so you took it upon yourself to give him proper care. Unfortunately, the care he wants from you may be too much for you to handle.

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Genre: smut, fluff

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧Word count: 2K+

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧Warnings/Tags: mdni, explicit sexual content, sylus is needy when sick, spoilers from sylus secret times heatwave audio, sick fic, sick sylus, fingering, neck kissing, lots of kissing, top sylus, bottom reader, P in V, missionary position, horny sylus, mentions of sweat, soft sylus, unprotected sex, cuddling, nicknames (kitten, sweetie).

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧Notes: I adore all of Sylus Secret Time audios, but the one that I enjoy the most is his Heatwaves one. The raspy sound of his voice when we was sick was wayyyy to hot, and the fact he sounded so soft too, wanting to cuddle with the MC. I was inspired to write a smut story about this audio, and how I expected it to go. Enjoy

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Its been a while since you last saw Sylus, gazing at your phone at the last text message from him, cheeks blushing at the little nicknames he always called you, scrolling down to see the last message was from five days ago. Both of you had different lives, you being part of the Hunters association while he was doing his duties as the big Onychinus leader, yet you couldn't resist the urge to go and see him, missing him dearly.

Heading to the Onychinus base, that only you surprisingly had access to, you ventured into the long dark hallway, running into Luke and Kieran. "Hey! if it isn't the Boss's favorite person." said Luke, as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, giving you a noogie. Kieran chuckled at his brothers actions, turning to you with a head tilt, "What brings you here, Y/N? Pushing Luke away from messing up your hair, you looked up at Kieran, giving him a soft smile. "Wanted to see Sylus. Is he in?"

Both of the twins stood next to each other, gazing at themselves for a bit, before looking back at you. "He is, but he might not want to see you." Kierans words stunned you for a second, wondering what he meant by that. "The boss is feeling a bit under the weather at the moment. He ordered us specifically not to have anyone disturb him." Luke said, taking note of your sad expression after what his twin said.

So that's why Sylus wasn't messaging you, he was sick, and he was dealing with this by himself? "Well, I'm not one of his employers here, so that doesn't apply to me, plus he's sick so he needs someone to look after him." Walking past the both of them, you ventured closer to the door that led to his bedroom, not before turning back to look at the twins, " I'll make sure to cover for the both of you." Despite them both wearing masks, you could tell they were smiling as they gave you a thumbs up before walking away.

Knocking on the door, there was a groggy "Who is it," from the other side, as you entered into the bedroom, spotting Sylus. Adorning his robe, he was sitting on the couch, head leaning on the back of it. His pale face appeared very flushed, beads of sweat dripping down on it. His eyes were closed, yet they opened slowly, turning to gaze at who the intruder was, spotting you. "....Oh, its you." Lips drew into a tired smirk, he continued to watch you as you came closer to where he sat, giving him a kind smile. "Hey Sy." you said softly, eyes filled with softness. "Hey kitten." He repeated what you said, yet he winced as the aching in his head was becoming unbearable, moving to lean back against the couch cushion.

"Let me guess, Luke and Kieran told you about me, when I specifically said no one was allowed to disturb me," His groggy voice was laced with irritation, as the pounding in his head was getting worse. "Well I'm not part of your organization, so what you told the twins doesn't affect me. Besides, they were worried about you and so am I." His expression softened upon hearing that, the sweet words from you making his heart race. "Fine, fine, you are an exception." Patting the spot next to him, he urged you to sit, "Come here, I want to use your lap as a pillow."

Obeying his request, you sat down where his hand was, his body maneuvering so his head laid gently on your lap, both his legs stretching out on the other side of the couch. He let out a relax sigh, admiring the softness of your lap, shutting his eyes. Ruffling his hair, you asked how he was feeling, which he responded back in a tired tone, "I'm gravely ill, one might say." His hand grasped yours that was playing with his silver locks, moving it to place it on his forehead, feeling the intense warmth, "Touch it, its burning up." The coolness of your hand provided him some relief, as he let out a pleasant sigh.

"How long have you been sick for?" Rubbing his forehead, you asked him softly, as his crimson eyes gazed up at you. "Not sure, but it won't be going away anytime soon." Raising his finger to his lip, he wanted silence, as he continued to lay on your lap, while your hand rubbed his forehead. After a couple minutes, you grew weary, looking over and seeing his empty bed, tapping his forehead to get his attention. "Sy, lets go over to the bed." Groaning a bit, Sylus slowly came up, muttering an "okay" as you helped him up, using your hands to help carry him over.

Landing on the bed, Sylus turned towards you, arms stretching out wide, wanting you to come into his arms. Smiling, you threw your jacket on the couch, while flicking your shoes off. After doing that, your body jumped and landed on top of Sylus, causing him to let out a grunt, which was then replaced with a dry chuckle, as you laid down on him, face squished against his chest, looking at him with a cute expression. He gave you his signature smirk, giving you a soft forehead flick, "Why did you plop down on me like that? I could've died." "Haha, very funny," You said, with an annoyed laugh, nuzzling closer to his chest, putting a bit more of your weight on top of him, grabbing the covers to put it over the both of you.

"Ah...I see. You want to take advantage of me after I use up all of my stamina? That's very impressive, since many of the assassins that are sent to me couldn't even do this much." His smirk turn playful, enjoying the expressions your face made when he said that. "I figured as much, since kittens are predators who enjoy toying with their prey, especially ones that will struggle?" A smack to his chest was your response to him, a deep chuckle leaving his lips, "Ouch.....be gentle." Lifting your hands up, you grasped his cheeks softly, his body jolting a bit from how cold they were, before relaxing. "That feels nice," He muttered, leaning into your touch.

He's so feverish, it's not going down, you thought, worried it was going to get worse if he didn't take something. "Want me to get you something for your fever?" Voice filled with concern, you waited for him to answer you. He lifted his eyebrow, "Medicine? I'm not taking that, it's bitter." His face grimaced, refusing to take any of that nasty stuff. "Well, if you won't take anything, how are you going to lower your fever?" Grumbling, your head lifted up from his chest, looking down at him. His eyes twinkled with amusement, arms moving to grasp your waist, flipping you on your side. His head positioned on top of your forehead, nuzzling it, "If you want me to get better..........cool me down yourself."

Words died in your throat, eyes gazing at the silver-haired man who was rubbing against your face like a cat. "Do you want me to get you an ice pack?" You asked, innocently, hoping that would be a better alternative. His head moved, signifying a no, as he held you closer, "What ice pack? You are the ice pack." Shivers went down your back, the husky tone of his voice flustering you more than usual. Large hands traveled upward, from waist to upper back, holding you tenderly. "Hmm....we should've done this earlier." He whispered, warm breath hitting your face, intensifying your blush. After a few moments, he pulled away, warm eyes peering into yours, "Your face is warm.......let me using something else then."

Lowering his head, he positioned his face in the crook of your neck— inhaling your sweet scent. Part of you wanted to tell him to stop, but how he was acting right now—being super soft and vulnerable had devastating effects on your heart. Perhaps being a ice pack wasn't so bad. His nose continued to trace alongside your neck, stopping when his eyes glanced at the reddish mark on the surface of your skin. "What's this on your neck?" He asked, eyes squinting in confusion. Embarrassed, you explained the story of how you were in a rush and the little mishap you had with your lipstick. "You were putting on lipstick and it actually got on there?" He chuckled, feeling his face push further into your neck—luscious lips pressing against it.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest—amused at your surprised expression, "Your neck is warmer now that I kissed you. You can't focus on anything, huh." His ministrations continued, lips trailing all over your neck, back arching into him more—goosebumps traveling across your skin. "S-Sylus," You whispered, breath coming out in soft pants—the warmth from his body heating you up. Removing his face from your neck, his crimson eyes peering at you, "Your body is getting hotter." Your mind was still a mess from his actions, eyes glaring at him—fingers pinching his cheek, "It's your fault!"

Smirking, he positioned his body on top of yours, removing your hand from his cheek and pushing it against the mattress, "Is this how you treat sick people, sweetie?" You tried to move, hoping to push him off of your body, yet it was futile, "I'm trying to take care of you yet your acting like a brat." His eyebrow lifted at your words, smirk remaining on his face as he lowered his head, nuzzling into your neck again— his lower body gently laying on top of you. "I'm only using you to calm down my fever. Quite a reasonable request I would say." His breath continued to tickle your neck, his hand letting go of the one he pinned—returning back to caress your waist and back.

He lifted his head again, gazing down at you, unamused, "You're not a very good ice pack. You've failed to cool me down and warmed me up instead." His position on top of you was making you more flustered, turning your head away to avoid his stare. Soft fingers went to your chin, turning you back to look at him, "What's wrong, kitten? Are you sick too? Your cheeks are quite red." His voice was low, raspy—causing your lower panties to get soaked. He still held your chin, eyes trailing you up and down,"Oh I see. I wasn't using you correctly. I should be sweating it out." He grinded into you, feeling his grown length rubbing against your intimate area—a moan leaving your lips.

"That makes you perfect for this," He said, licking his lips—his hands entering inside your shirt, massaging your breasts tenderly. Moans escaped your lips as he continued to squeeze your mounds, fingers pinching your nipples. "Very hot." Dazed, your eyes focused on him in confusion, a seductive smirk gracing his face upon seeing it. "Of course I'm taking about you," he purred, his tongue licking against your ear—marking it softly with his teeth. One of his hands traveled down lower, slipping inside your pants, rubbing against your skin, "There's sweat here.......and it's all wet." Shaking your head at his words, you told him he was lying.

"Oh, you don't think I am," he whispered. "I can prove it to you right here, right now." His husky voice flowed through you, back arching from the bed. Removing his hand from your pants, he extended it out, "Gimme your hand." Grasping your hand softly, he pulled it down with him, entering your pants and into your panties, feeling how wet your core was, dripping with anticipation. His fingers hooked inside along with yours, curling inside your inner walls—soft gasps leaving your mouth, "Ah! Sy-Sylus!" He licked his lips, entranced by how quickly you were falling into pleasure in front of him. "Don't be shy, sweetie." he purred. "When ice melts, it's natural to be wet.."

His fingers and yours continued to tease your sex, his nails flicking occasionally against your clit—toes curling at the sensation. Kisses softly landed on you, from your forehead, to your cheeks, your neck and then your lips. "You're not that good at getting rid of my fever," he groaned, thrusting his hips, wanting to get closer to you. "But, as they say, once should make the most out of everything. Only response you gave back to him was a series of moans, hand flying to his silver locks, gripping them tightly. He let out a grunt, lust-filled eyes staring into your very soul, his lips a few inches from yours, "So, before you have completely melted........I won't stop."

His lips parted yours, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth, silencing your moans as his fingers sped up—wet sounds becoming louder and louder. Your wet-covered hand had left his, attaching to his back, deepening your kiss—his own lips curling into a smile. A third finger entered you, curling in and out and in and out, back arching off the bed. You felt it, you knew you were about to explode, turning to break the kiss. "AH! Sylus. Mmm...I'm gonna. He attacked your neck, hickeys appearing on your skin. "Go ahead, kitten. Come for me."

Curling your toes, body tensing, you climaxed—his fingers becoming drenched in your release. He removed his hand, bringing it to his lips to lick at your delicious nectar, "Mmm so sweet," he drawls, his voice coated in honey. The robe shrugged away from him, his toned body appearing in front of you, doused in sweat—he's so gorgeous you thought. Positioning between your legs, you felt his erection poking at your entrance, ready to penetrate you—a soft moan leaving your lips. "Are you ready, kitten," he questioned, his eyes growing soft, making sure you were alright with this. You nodded at him, which he responded with a smile—his body slowly moving forward, inserting himself inside you.

The both of you stayed stiff, the pleasurable sensation immobilizing your bodies. He was panting heavily, beads of sweat dripping from his head, landing on your body as he slowly moved, the friction intensifying. The ecstasy was driving you insane, legs wrapping around him tighter, hearing him let out a grunt as he sped up, "Huff, you're so tight, kitten." He moans heavily, placing his head against yours— his fever affecting him more and more. His cock kept hitting your g-spot, making you see stars as you loudly moaned his name, "Sy! M—More!" His hips sped up to alarming speeds, fulfilling your wish—stars forming in your vision, climax growing near. Nails scratched along his back, red lines forming—earning a grunt from his lips, "Almost there, sweetie."

With one last thrust, he came inside of you—with you following along with him, back arching of the bed from the orgasmic bliss. He collapsed on top of you, his heavy breaths hitting your neck—reaching your hand up to rub his hair and forehead, "Are you okay?" A mumble was spoken into your neck—he was physically exhausted from the sex, his sickness catching up with him. Moving him slowly, you placed his head against the pillow, getting up from the bed to get him and you cleaned up.

Leaving the bathroom wearing one of his long shirts, you headed back to Sylus with a glass of water, medicine, and a wet cloth. Turning him over, you cleaned the sweat on his body and face, as well as cleaning the mess on his lower regions. Once that was all set, you told him to sit up a bit, helping him since he had barely any energy to move. As he leaned against the headboard, you took one of the pills in your mouth, drinking some water, then placed your lips against his, helping him to swallow the medicine despite his prior distaste about the bitterness, but he needed to take something. Grabbing his robe, you placed his arms back into the sleeves, covering him back up, pushing him softly to lay on the pillow again. You soon joined him, turning on your side as you pulled him closer, cuddling him into your chest—earning a contented sigh from him, his arms wrapping around you, "Mmm...thank..you....kitten." Smiling, you hugged him tighter, as the exhaustion from the previous activities caught up with both the both of you, falling asleep in each others arms.

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