#//But now that she's free from that obligation; the thoughts came welling back up

[dutybcrne]

Kaveh definitely wants at least one child of his own. Partially to continue his family line, partially bc he himself loves the idea of having a family of his own. He would however like to move out of Alhaitham’s place before he even dares consider getting a partner to begin with. And the longer he stays there, the more stress he feels thinking about it. He even has sketched out nursery ideas and plans on how to raise them all set to go, if only he'd get out of debt fast enough-

Furina also really wants to have a child of her own. She adores seeing the families around Fontaine, and has dreamed a great deal what parenthood would be like. Nothing brings her joy than when children about Fontaine invite her to join in on the little games they are playing, leaving her giddy and smiling bright as sunshine on her way home. Of course she knows that to be a parent, she really has to get her shit together. One can't just rear a child on macaroni and residual payments, after all.

[seresinhangmanjake]

Rather Be With You

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake has been away for six months and he just hopes you waited for him.

Warnings: cursing. I think that's it.

Notes: this was inspired by an ask (💐) from a bit ago. Sorry it took so long. So much happened in the last week and a half, some good some bad, and it just got on top of me. Writing had to come second. I have probably written better in my life haha, but I tried.

Words: 1972

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“You know he's only messing with you, right?”

He wasn’t sure how long he’d sat there, hunched forward with his elbows on his knees as he wrung his hands together. Surely it had been a while. For the entirety of the morning, perhaps? Rooster had made his teasing comments at seven a.m. sharp and they were due to dock at noon. Had it been that long? Or had he really managed to shove many hours worth of painful thoughts into just a few short minutes? Somehow, he figured, it was one or the other. No in-between.

When his eyes flicked up, Nat’s face seemed to hint at the former. 

It made sense, he supposed. Spending hours thinking about you wasn’t exactly uncommon. Usually, though, those thoughts were a bit nicer, with you naked and smiling, laughing, or whispering sweet words to him. He liked those better than the ones that had plagued him for…well, however long he’d been sitting there.

“He knows what he said isn’t true,” she continued. “He wouldn’t have had the balls to make jokes like that if he thought they would hold any weight. Trust me, no one particularly enjoys pissing you off.”

He wasn’t pissed off, though. He was devastated at the seeds of doubt planted in his head; at the pain and insecurity that came with the twisted knife to his gut. He hated the images forced into his mind at his friend’s words; the ones of you with other men; the ones that made it terribly clear how little you considered or missed him in his absence. 

“Jake, she waited for you. I know she did.”

“Yea? How?” he asked. 

Phoenix opened her mouth quickly, just as he would have had someone asked him a few hours ago if you loved him like he loved you—ready to confirm with a smile on his face. But if made to think of the answer for more than a half-second, without the hope and giddiness fueling his enthusiasm, he realized he couldn’t actually say for sure if you loved him, just as Nat now could not say with certainty that you had waited for him. 

Her mouth closed. 

"Exactly. You don't know," he said. "It’s not like I was smart enough to ask her to be my girlfriend before we left. She has no obligation to me, so why would she have bothered to wait six months to have me when she could have anyone?"

The brunette shook her head. “I don’t believe she's like that."

Leaning back against the bench and crossing his arms, Jake just barely held himself back from a scoff. "Like what, Nat? That wouldn't make her anything other than a woman who found someone new to sleep with after the guy she was sleeping with disappeared for half a year.”

“But you didn’t—”

“I know I didn't disappear. But I’ve been gone longer than we’d been together," he said, his voice drifting as he imagined what he hadn't stopped to consider before; a nightmare that, if proven true, would cleanly snap his heart in half. "Joke or not, Rooster could very well be right.”

—

"You're overthinking,” Penny’s voice snuck in from your left. 

She reached out to take the beer glass from your hand, polished almost too clean after the twenty minutes you spent absentmindedly running a rag over it. Your mind had been too occupied with troubled thoughts to notice your unceasing drag of the dishtowel around the cylindrical shape of the glass. 

It came free from your hand with ease, and as Penny placed it back on its shelf, you spewed, "What if he hooked up with someone? What if he decided six months was too long to wait for a woman that isn't his girlfriend?” You finally faced her just to find her rolling her eyes. “He likes sex, Penny. A lot. There are plenty of willing women and he's practically insatiable."

"When it comes to you, maybe."

The tenseness in your shoulders from well-formed stress was heavy with your exhale, forcing your shoulders to fall forward and your posture to take a hit. "Penny…" you groaned.

"I'm telling you, there's no way he messed around with anyone,” she swore, leaning back against the bar. "Besides, it's frowned upon to get involved with your coworkers."

"You think that's ever stopped Jake?"

She pursed her lips and tilted her head from side to side as she considered. "Ok, fair enough,” she agreed. “Once upon a time, that definitely wouldn't have stopped him. But after meeting you, he hasn't looked at another woman."

You couldn’t say that provided you with any relief. Jake had always presented as an ‘out of sight, out of mind’ type of man. He wasn’t a worrier. Once something exited his periphery, it promptly left his brain, discarded with all past challenges or predicaments. And wasn’t that what you were? An obstacle? He hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend for a reason. Holding on to you for more than just the night didn’t necessarily make you more special than any of the other women. Perhaps it simply made you convenient.  

"You don’t know, Penny. You’re not with him 24/7."

Penny muttered something under her breath. Her fingers rose to rub at her temple and when they dropped back to her side, the stare she shot you was imbued with determination. "Look, my bar is where Seresin used to do his "best work," as he liked to say,” she said, and you made a face. "But the only work he's been putting in since he met you has involved getting you to like him and making you happy after you two started your little…thing." 

"You may not pay attention, but I do," she practically scolded. "Now, a month ago you were excited to meet him when he got back, and then you let your thoughts get away from you and it’s fucking everything up." 

To your own shame, you couldn't deny that. So you didn't bother, rather opting to nibble on your thumbnail.

"They'll be back soon, so are you coming with me or not?"

—

He didn’t know what he was doing, standing there with his bag over his shoulder. But he felt like a heavy weight, an anchor in a sea of levity. Looking around, the men and women he’d been packed in with for the last six months were thrilled, the room sprinkled with smiles and laughs of giddiness in anticipation of having their families in their arms again. 

He didn’t have that. 

He wanted to have it, but that was fully reliant on you. Your feelings. Your wants and desires. Your plan for your future. Jake could imagine a world where he had the strength to beg to be a part of your life—to plead as desperately as if fighting for enough air to fill his lungs—but reality made that entirely out of his will and control. So he didn't shove his way forward when they made it home. He couldn't bring himself to jump in front of the others who had people waiting for them upon their return. Instead, he let them file out, his team included, until he was one of the final few to step back on dry, solid land. 

As he walked by couple after couple, family after family, his already weak composure began to crumble at its edges. The people milling around him felt like a mocking montage of the life he didn’t have. Men and women kissing their partners or spouses, hugging their children with no intent of letting go, their tears coating the ground with joy. 

Jake's chest constricted. He needed to get himself on the other side of it, but weaving through the mass of bodies proved harder than he expected. 

His shoulders bumped into theirs, his chest skimming across backs and limbs when he turned to his side to sneak through narrow openings. Little kids ran into his legs like spinning tops on the loose from their wound-up energy finally releasing, though each one quickly recovered and returned to their parents, maintaining the same level of enthusiasm they had prior to smacking face-first into a muscled calf. 

With each unintentional nudge, he apologized, but no one so much as noticed, too engrossed in their relief at making it home unscathed or in seeing their loved ones still intact. Somewhere, his teammates were doing the same. They’d found their partners, and he thought he’d found his, but his overconfidence in your feelings kept him from ensuring you were actually together. And maybe it was too late. Maybe he would have no choice but to watch you move on from him.  

Finally breaking through the edge of the crowd, Jake took his first deep breath. He didn’t look back as he made his way to his truck. He didn’t turn when rushed footsteps grew closer until they sounded as if right on his tail. 

“Jake.”

He paused and sighed. He should’ve known he would imagine your voice. Six months without that lovely sound, his only chance at hearing it being within his dreams, took its toll. It haunted him like a ghost on that ship. Of course it wouldn’t cease just because he was home.

“I was calling you, but you didn’t hear me.” There was a soft chuckle, then, “Well, at least I hope you didn’t hear me.”

He spun on his heel and was greeted with your smile. It lacked its carefree nature, instead just barely failing to conceal a twinge of nerves, but beautiful nonetheless. He couldn’t help but smile back. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked, taking a few steps closer. 

“I came with Penny.” The roundness of your cheeks turned pink from your blush. You lightly shrugged. “I missed you.”

With those words, Jake knew Rooster was deserving of a swift smack upside the head, one he very well may deliver. You cared. You missed him, even. 

Fucking Rooster.

“Oh, I, um,” you continued, your eyes falling down to your hand. “I got you these. It feels silly now, but at the time I thought they would be nice, I guess.”

He followed your line of sight to the small bundle in your hand. Five long stems were tight in your grip, the bulbs on their ends made up of layers of silky red petals. 

"I was thinking," you swallowed hard and met his gaze, "I don't actually know if you like flowers. And if you do, I didn't know your favorite. I just picked mine." The sweet grin that returned to your face practically demanded he kiss you. Your lips, your cheeks, your forehead, your nose. All of you. Every little bit. 

And you weren't wrong. He hadn't had a favorite. 

He did now. 

Jake swallowed through the tightness in his throat, fighting back the stinging in the corners of his eyes. 

He didn't get gifts, and certainly not from the women he was with. But then again, with the exception of you, he hadn't chosen to be with a woman for more than a night or two in the last decade. 

"I like the yellow ones but they symbolize friendship and that wasn't really what I was going for, so I—"

"I love you.”

Your smile, your jaw, your hand, fell. "You…what?"

He let out a chuckle and reached for you. "Come here."

You didn't hesitate sliding your hand into his and he quickly pulled you to him, your chests hitting, lips meeting with an intensity that he hoped expressed even just a lick of how much he missed you. You draped your arms around his shoulders and the petals of the flowers tickled the nape of his neck. 

"Six months was too long," you whispered when you separated. 

He nudged his nose against yours. "Way too long."

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tags: @wkndwlff @kmc1989 @sagittarius-flowerchild @dempy @oliviah-25 @rosiahills22 @xoxabs88xox @cinderellasmissingshoe @leila22rogers

[celtic-crossbow]

The World Keeps Getting Hotter, Baby, but I’m Too Cool to Die

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Pre-series; The Line-Up; Whisperers Arc

Warnings: Domestic violence; Child abuse; Injuries; Blood; Allusions to alcoholism; Mentions of canonical character death

Summary: Three times Daryl didn’t fear death and the one time he did.

gif by @jaaryl

Daryl had honestly never feared death. Sometimes, he felt it would even come as a reprieve from a life that had taken such a toll on every aspect of his very being. He had seldom wished for it, mostly as a child who didn’t understand the permanence. He wanted to follow his mama, who often took the beatings meant for him. 

Even in her near constant drunken stupors, she would reach for him from the bed, fresh blood and bruises still adorning her pale skin. C’mere, baby. It’s okay. When she died and Merle ran, Daryl faced their father’s wrath alone. 

“Worthless, bitch-ass mama’s boy.” The rough leather of the well worn belt was a follow up sting to the skin-tearing agony of the metal buckle. “Gon’ toughen ya up. Won’t have no pussy Dixon livin’ in my house.”

Daryl just laid there, watching the new flecks of crimson fall in sporadic splatterings on the dirty wooden floor. He circled the thought of his mother reaching for him, shushing and soothing in her slurred voice. It was almost enough to numb the angry wounds long after the onslaught was over. 

“I'll find ya, mama. We can run away together.”

He wasn’t a stranger to motorcycles. Merle had taken him down the backroads, no destination in mind. The elder Dixon had been working on obtaining his license but was already a skilled rider. 

He’d show up at the most opportune moments, almost like he was listening for the old man to pass out drunk. Daryl was older then, early teens making things more confusing as he went through changes he didn’t understand. He’d never speak them aloud for fear of invoking his father’s rage or his brother’s ridicule. He kept quiet and waited excitedly for the times his brother would offer him peace on the open road. 

Merle hadn’t noticed the pine needles on the wet asphalt until it was too late. 

Daryl could only remember bits and pieces. His brother’s distorted face and muffled voice. Keep them eyes open, boy! The younger man found he didn’t care to oblige. Maybe if he closed his bright blues, he’d wake up in a different life. Loving parents, good grades, a house in the suburbs complete with a dog that was always happy to see him. 

He was actually disappointed when he woke up in the hospital, broken arm and severe concussion, his body throbbing. 

Merle was already gone again. An officer took him home where Will Dixon broke the cast within an hour and twisted the skin above the break. 

Daryl missed his brother. 

It was his fault Glenn had died. Maybe Abraham should be on his conscience as well. If he’d never stormed off, half-cocked and hell bent, they would have all been there to make sure the group made it to Hilltop. The line up would have never happened because all the best fighters would have been together, functioning as a well oiled machine to plow the Saviors down. 

But Daryl had to be stubborn. He had to do things his way. And now Abraham and Glenn were dead, Maggie was a widow, and her baby would never know their father. 

He was losing blood. The wound was through and through, steadily freeing his lifeblood without medical intervention. As the van bounced and jarred over the rough gravel, the archer hissed and sluggishly pressed a hand over the weeping hole so close to his collarbone. Yet the blood on his hands wasn’t his. It was Glenn’s. 

His vision was graying at the edges, his skin colder without the blanket that had been left on the rough ground where his family mourned. They likely spit on the fabric, the only thing among them that had been somewhat his. Even if he lived, he could never go back and face their anger. 

His breaths came slower, more shallow. He was growing numb and exhaustion had him giving in to the urge to close his eyes. 

If there was a god, maybe he’d see fit to take Daryl and toss him into hell in exchange for Glenn being returned to Maggie. 

He’d lost you. The cave had collapsed and you had been swallowed by the dust and debris. It had been suggested there were other ways out, that maybe you had escaped after all. Only to go back to Alexandria or Hilltop, to reunite with Kelly, Yumiko, and Luke while discovering Daryl had gone off on his own—again—and let rage drive him. 

He was stupid to think he could coerce Alpha into revealing anything that might benefit him or aid in your rescue. He’d been reckless and now he was paying for it. Blood was no longer spurting from the wound in his thigh, the veins having long ago slowed the gush when his heartrate began to decelerate. 

He was gonna die there, bleed out and never know if you were safe. For the first time, he found he didn’t want to go. You, arriving with Magna and her group, had charmed your way right past his defenses and straight into his heart. He had been a lovesick fool, grasping the unfamiliar feeling with both hands until his knuckles turned white. 

You were completely and utterly transparent in your reciprocation, doting over his injuries and ensuring he took care of himself. You were glued to his side, throwing yourself into the fray when anything could possibly pose a threat to him, much to his displeasure. You were sweet as honey, but stubborn as an ox. Fierce and loyal, downright lethal when someone you loved was threatened. 

And you loved him. Of all the people left in the world, you had chosen him. 

And he didn’t want to let go. He didn’t want to escape the pain. He didn’t care to see Merle again yet or run into his mama’s arms. He had longed to hear the innocence in Beth’s singing that he’d failed to protect, but found that it wasn’t as important as what he had there, in life. 

He actually had a life. He could settle down with you, even if he couldn’t promise you complete safety and peace. You were still young enough for children if you wanted them, and he’d never deny you that even if he felt he’d be a shit father. He wanted to go home to you at the end of the day and let you whisper away the stress he couldn’t leave outside the door. He wanted to hold you, kiss you, touch you, love you. 

He didn’t want to die not knowing if you were alive and that those things were possible. 

He wheezed, forced to blink hard to battle against his eyes’ will to close. He was cold. He no longer felt the pain of the wound. 

He wasn’t ready anymore. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to risk leaving you. He didn’t want to die.

“Daryl.”

The archer gasped, summoning all the strength he had left to slide his eyes toward where the sun was now beaming into the cold garage. 

There you were, carrying the light behind you like a pair of wings. Like his vest, but bright and beautiful. He could make out your face as you lowered to hover above him. Your hand was warm against his cheek, it felt near scalding pressed to his chilled skin. 

“You’re alive.” He managed in a rough whisper. Even with your features vibrating, he could see that beautiful smile. “M’dyin’, Sunshine. Don’t wanna go.” Someone was working on his leg but he couldn’t be bothered to check or even ask. Your lips pressed against his blood streaked forehead. 

“You’re not going anywhere. Not today.”  Daryl sighed. He believed you. It was always so easy to do, but he could tell you weren’t placating. “You’re too cool for that.” 

He was going to live and he was going to love you right. 

[tonixe]

Hiya babes hope you’re doing well I’ve had this idea for a young Coriolanus Snow where he’s fresh into his presidency and runs into a maid in his room putting his clothes away. He thinks it’s just some avox but it turns out to be and old classmate (she was in the grade a year younger than but he’d seen her passing in the halls and she came from quite a respectable lineage). He becomes infatuated by her and why she’s working for him and not living some life of luxury, it becomes months worth of cat and mouse where Coryo tries to buy her love with gifts and she tries to stay strong. But finally she gives in and they start an affair (he isn’t married it’s just he wouldn’t want to be caught dead having a relationship with a servant girl). Normal he just tells her he wants to see her and that night they do an assortment of nefarious things, but one night he asked her to say instead of kicking her out like he usually does. She thrown off by this and after a little hesitancy she agrees.

So that’s all I really have feel free to make the rest up, but also don’t feel obligated to write about this it’s just something that’s come to my mind. I didn’t mean for this to be so long sorry. Love you loads hope you have the best of days and I hope you’ll find inspiration from this prompt. Okay kisses and hugs this is me signing off.

— Dirty little secret

WARNING: Unprotected sex, implied mudpie, fingering, implied affair, groping.

PAIRING: President!Coriolanus Snow x maid!reader

WORD COUNTER: 1.8k

Days for Coriolanus seemed to tick on longer than he bargained after getting elected and inaugurated to the office of Panem. Being the President of Panem wasn't a joke, nor did it have any time to just sit around, he was a busy man with a country behind him and leading the future of his people and generations. It was tiring for him, sometimes he would just accidentally sleep in his office rather than go to his bedroom. After piles of documents and papers were placed on his desk, finding more time to complete them if he locked himself away in his office.

On top of that, he had to make speeches and host future events. He just didn't have any time for self-pleasure with all the work on his desk, but he was dutiful and a studious worker. He did his usual routine after finalizing some paperwork and handing it off to his secretary to press. Dragging his feet against the delicate and pleasant tiles, tiredness drowned his vision, as he opened the door of his chamber spotting a dainty maid in his room. Your eyes widen at the sight of the President in front of you, immediately bowing down, before lifting your head slightly up. "Mr. President, I was just delivering your clothes" You curtsy at him, Coriolanus originally thought you were just an avox until you spoke, but now a mere maid hired by his secretary but once he got a glimpse of your face, a flash of simple memory ran through his mind. You started taking steps away from him trying to get away from the brewing tension, "Stop" You turned your body to him, looking at him with your full attention.

The sounds of the heel of his shoes on the bedroom flooring, feeling his soft hands on your jaw, slowly lifting your head up, taking in the scene of you. You held your breath as he simply inspected you, feeling your heart pumping against your chest. His azure eyes stared into your own, for a moment..before he withdrew his hands away from you. "You may go" he finished, you watched as he turned his body away from you before you scurried out of the bedroom.

But Coriolanus couldn't help but look back at you as you ran away, the sense of familiarity when he saw you was haunting his head. He pondered about it, putting his hand underneath his chin as he thought about you. The passing days were just Coriolanus watching you as you worked around the manor, his eyes never leaving your form. He managed to gather some information on you, by looking through your files, after all, he is the President of Panem it's his job to know everything, right?

His hands flipped through the dainty white pages, your headshot on the first page as he read through the private information, finding out that you were from Capitol blood, and ended up in the depths of middle class maybe even lower instead of luxury. Curiosity filled his mind about you, questions flowing through his mind with no answer to them. "What really are you..Y/N" he whispered under his breath, examining the photo of you. Most of these days were now mostly spent with him staring at you doing chores around the household, hanging up laundry, washing clothes, and cleaning the floors.

He likes how you laugh and smile when talking to your co-workers while you work. Every time he sees your smile, it makes some of his problems melt away, if he is stressed, he completely forgets what he was stressed about. He would purposely order you to his room to clean or arrange something in his office. Over a few months passing, he would continue asking for you, so adding little gifts and necklaces. For you, it was a surprise, certainly. Who expects the President of Panem to gift a simple maid a luxurious, expensive necklace, priced at a high price, more than you get paid. So you would send them off, at first you were confused thinking it was a mistake he sent the luxurious package to you, then it was sent back to you, this time a different gift, more beautiful and elegant. So you sent it back again, he began to be more curious and furious why you didn't keep and accept the gifts he sent, were they too ugly, an eyesore or indifferent to you.

So he orders you to his room...

It was the middle of the night, being pulled out of the servant quarters by the headmistress, ordering you to serve Coriolanus, and you obeyed. Your body is still engulfed in your flimsy nightgown and your flats on the floor of the manor, as you walk down the hallways. You opened the door to Coriolanus still in his attire, leaning on the bedframe. His eyes darted at you. "Mr. President, you requested of me" You held your hands together, looking him in the eyes. You hear his footsteps inching closer to you, his hands on his hips, "Do you hate them?" he asked, his eyes never leaving your frame, cocking your eyebrow, confused about what he was asking you.

"Hate, what, Sir?" you questioned, "The gifts" he walked closer to you, "Do you hate them, Y/N?" he looked at you, his eyes attentively staring at your own e/c. You felt sweat pending up on the palm of your hand as you began to clear your throat, "No—I just thought you sent them by mistake, sir" You said, you looked away from him, feeling flustered at how close he was to you. 'Y/n, do you think I'm an idiot to send something three things to the same person?" He gently lifted up your chin, making direct eye contact with you. "N-no, sir!" You exclaimed, "Then why, my sweet dove?' he questioned, "What have I done to deserve them" You mumbled,

"Every time I saw you, you have been pulling the strings to my heart..." He whispered, his deep voice resonating through your body, sending chills down your spine, you were hesitant to respond to him. The few moments of silence were unbearable, it felt like his eyes were tracking your every move. "Would it, not be improper for you to date a servant woman like me?" You murmur, and he immediately takes your face into his hands, "I will trade all of Panem just to have you in my arms" You parted your lips, staring at him in shock. Before he took your lips, kissing you. His hands touched against your skin, making you whine, his fingers slowly taking off the strings of your sheer nightgown. Immediately the cold air hits your bare skin making you moan, his hand trailing against your sides. He withdrew from your lips, his eyes clouded with lust, his pupils dilated. "W-we can't", looking away from him in embarrassment, trying to cover yourself up from his gaze.

He picked you up by your thighs, immediately putting your arms around his neck. He carried you towards the bed, dropping you onto the mattress, you instantly tried to cover yourself until he ripped your hands away as he stared at you beneath him. He took off your panties, slowly, his eyes staring at your slick coating your panties off, making you flustered. He started taking off his belt, you watched as he took his trousers off along with his boxers. His length springs out, pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock, feeling yourself getting wet underneath him. His eyes were heavy with lust, impatiently to have you, taste you, and fuck you.

He slowly inserts himself into you, a moan being ripped out of your throat, holding him by his biceps. "Itis' too big" you groaned. You tried to adjust yourself around his cock, you bit the bottom of your lip simmering the pain. Before he started moving, his pelvis smacked into your cunt as your breast bounced in impact.

You pushed your head back in pleasure as he forced himself into you, he groaned into your ear. "You're taking me so well, dove" he whispered, kissing your collarbone. The sound of wet skin clapping resonating around the bedroom, his hands moving around your body, rubbing the nipples of your breast, moaning in response. "Your so warm" he groaned, moving his hips against you, you felt yourself inching near your release.

He place your leg onto his shoulder, moving your body to the side as he thrusted inside, feeling his cock deeper inside you.

His hand groped your breast, abusing your nipples as he plunged into you deeper. Before feeling yourself coming undone, squeezing down on his cock. "Fuck" he groaned, pushing himself into you. His fingers trailing down onto your pelvis, he rubbed your clit, making you whine. Breathy moans echoed from your lips, and you looked through your lashes at him. Your walls massaging his cock, his thrust getting faster and into an animalistic pace.

His groans became frantic, as he fucked himself into you, before he pulled out and cummed onto your stomach, the white sticky load coating your body. Feeling your legs shaking, and your chest heaving. Staring at him, tiredness in your eyes.

"You did so good, dove," he said, kissing the corner of your neck.

Soon this moment happened time and time again, mostly during the nights when everyone was gone or sleeping away. He would call for you, knowing what would happen at the end of every night, you on his bed either coated with his cum or filled with it. Usually leaving before anyone can get suspicious of you and Coriolanus. Always wearing a nightgown, Coriolanus purchase for you. Looking into the mirror with the rich, satin fabric on your body, hugging your curves and bosom.

He would surprise you with special things mostly material things but you were grateful for them.

He would buy luxurious lingerie and jewelry for you. You were getting ready to meet Coriolanus as he called for you again, wearing the special red lingerie underneath nightgown, you obeyed. Walking down to his chambers, in the end, the precious lingerie was ripped and your nightgown on the floor stained with cum. His hands on your waist as he thrusted into you, he was close and you were already done and tired. His hands explored you, before he spilled himself into you. Pulling himself out of you, your legs were shaking, holding yourself up. Feeling him leaving a kiss on your cheek, he put himself into his pants.

You walked towards your discarded nightgown, taking ahold of the material, and slipping it on. There was a moment of silence between you and Coriolanus. Getting yourself busy, fixing the fabric of the nightgown, pulling it down carefully.

"Wait, Y/N" you turned around at him, "Yes, Corio" you responded, he loved it when you used that nickname with him, he walked forward to you, "Stay" he paused for a minute, "Stay with me for the night" He finishes, your eyes slightly widen. "What if, we were caught?" You whispered, "Nobody could come in without my permission, Y/N" he pushed a strand of your loose hair over your ear, "Just stay" he whispered, his hands trailing down to your waist, rubbing them in reassurance. You cleared your throat, putting your hands on his chest, and parting your lips.

"Alright—I will..."

[haru-natsuka]

Left with father (Malleus Draconia x Child)

Genre: Fluff

(I will do for Ace Trappola tomorrow for both a daughter and a son)

Out of everyone, Malleus knew the best of the meaning behind loneliness. He spent most of his time in his childhood alone because almost everyone was scared of him due to his excessive power. His only companion was Lilia at that time who was willing to do anything for him, becoming a parent figure for the dragon fae. Therefore, when he had his own child, he promised he would never let him feel the loneliness that used to consume him. There would be no moment where his child would eat a whole cake by himself.

When he saw his wife was contemplating the decision to accept her friend’s invitation, he was about to disagree at first. Although he knew his one-year-old child was a big resemblance of his features and strength, it was well known the prince was a mama boy as he always wanted to stick with his mother whenever he saw her. Even when his wife tried to take a shower, his child would crawl up to her and hold her legs to follow along. Indeed, his son followed him in terms of stamina too but dear my child, I bathed with my wife first before you came so, please wait in line.

Malleus never wanted to confine his wife in the castle as she deserved to have her own freedom and ever since their marriage, this was the first time you conveyed to him about an outing. It took him for a while to make the decision but he chose to let you have your own free time for a while as you deserved it more. He could take care of our child so just trust him and go and yet he was surprised when you showed him your reluctance to leave.

"Maybe I should just stay at home. It's not an obligation for me to meet them. I should cancel my reunion" You babble a lot as you get ready in your outdoor outfit, sometimes stop in the middle to give a thought whether you should go out meeting your friends or not.

"Dear, you can go this time to have some meaningful moments with your friends. You already did a good job as our son's mother." Malleus tried to calm your nerves as he combed your hair. A sight that no one even witnessed for him being very gentle.

"But I love spending time with you and our child more and our child just learns to walk" You stared at Malleus through the mirror, still contemplating whether you should go or not. "Dear, it is just for 5 hours. I will be with him for the entire time" "Alright, I will go but please, don’t let Lilia food be near our child and stop Silver and Sebek from spoiling him so much, especially Sebek"

He promised to do as you said but not more than 10 minutes after you left, his life became hectic already. He was just trying to get his child's meal ready before he woke up from his deep slumber. Unfortunately, when he returned back to his child’s cradle, he had already disappeared without any trace left. It was impossible for a fairy clan to betray their master and any assassination attempt would be futile as the whole castle had a special spell for every intruder. Only the worst among worst actions left which Malleus did not want it to be true. Today, he still has yet to meet Lilia, Sebek and Silver. He tried to spot the prince with his magic and found out he was in the throne room. As he arrived in the room, his prediction was correct as the missing three were playing with his son. It was fine if they just wanted to play with him but what happened to his son now? There were a lot of jewelleries on him from head to toe and the boy was even properly sitting on the throne chair as if the rightful owner was him while Lilia tried to feed him something which the prince was about to eat if it was not for Malleus to intervene in the situation.

“Lilia, it is not a good idea for my child to eat your cooking yet.” Malleus gaze at the purplish dish in the bowl Lilia was holding and immediately stand in between him and his son.

“Doesn’t he get bored eating the same food every day? You used to eat the same food too when you were a child. Look how healthy you become” The latter tried to feed the prince again, who just stared at him in confusion whether he would get to eat or not.

“We will save your food for another special occasion, Lilia and why was my son decorated with all of these jewelleries?”

“Young Master! Look at my effort in making sure the rightful prince is satisfied! I have given him all of my jewelry and he likes it so much!” Sebek clearly wanted to be complimented with his effort by his master.

“Lord Malleus, I’m sorry that I fail to stop them”

Malleus did understand why you tried your best to not let the three of them be near the prince and he just could laugh at the situation. It was so hectic but not to the extent it was that bad except for Lilia’s food.

“You guys just show your care for my child, there is no need to be angry off”

“It feels like yesterday you were this big Malleus. Now, I can feel the age get to me. You even married to The Queen and have your own child” Lilia smiles contently as he recalls the past and the current time of Malleus' life.

“Lilia, never mention-“ Malleus' eyes went wide when he realised the word said by Lilia. He looked at his child who started to look on his left and right, clearly trying to find a certain figure near him. The child whisper,

“Ueen? Mama?” When the boy realised his mother was not by his side, the once confuse voice turned to a high pierced screaming as he continuously called for his mother. The four people inside the room were in panic as they tried to comfort the kid but everything was futile as he was just screaming and crying louder than before.

“My child, I have a gift for you to play with. You must love it as the game is very interesting” Malleus took out his retro digital pet game only for his son to throw it across the room and destroy it into pieces which made Malleus just look at the destroyed gadget but paid it no further attention.

“MAMA! MAMA! MAMA!” In the end, his son never stopped crying until you returned back to the castle and he saw your face and happily greeted you at the door, playing an innocent card with his adorable face and doe eyes. You picked him up from the floor but was caught by surprise with the face of the 4 guys who were also waiting for you at the door who looked more tired than ever. Moreover, why was the castle being covered with ice?

[luciddownloading]

Tarot Reading: What Are Their Thoughts and Fantasies Of You? 😍

Hi and welcome or welcome back to my blog for another Tarot reading. I felt called to do a love-based reading, regarding what your person is currently thinking and fantasizing about when it comes to you. Now, you can make this fit into something more platonic if you like and if it resonates. But, I am strongly getting the vibe, for the majority of you, that this will be about romance.

Before I even start, I can already tell that some people who seriously fumbled are coming through. Today's collective message seems to be: they fumbled the bag (aka you) and they know it. It also seems like a lot of my fellow feminines are recognizing their worth and no longer putting up with anything low-vibrational or that doesn't honor them. And I love that for you guys!

Past people will most likely come through, so if you're over it and don't want to hear it, I understand. But, if you need some closure or confirmation or validation of your intuitive hits, then this might be the reading for you! Whatever the case, your free will always matters. Just because I am telling you that someone wants you back or is coming back doesn't mean you're fated or obligated to be with them.

As always, a) this reading is timeless and b) only take what resonates. Pick the picture that you feel most drawn to. It's okay to pick more than one. Then, see what your pile(s) has to say!

PS: I have gotten into the habit of not taking reversals, so I won't be for this reading. That's my preference for now, as it helps me channel more clearly.

PILE 1

PILE 2

PILE 3

PILE 4

PILE 1

Ten of Pentacles

(clarified by: The Hierophant)

Death

(clarified by: Eight of Cups)

The Lovers

(clarified by: Ace of Wands)

Ten of Wands (back of the deck)

Pile 1, this is some heavy duty energy here! Your person, first off, feels like they have a very "head in the clouds" side to them. Fittingly, for this reading and its pictures. Not to say that they can't be grounded because they do have that energy, too. But, they are a MAJOR daydreamer and I think they spend a ton of time thinking about you. Fantasy by Mariah Carey is the channeled song here. "I'm in Heaven! With my boyfriend" Or girlfriend. Whatever applies. That's like their energy toward you. Except I don't think you guys are actually together. So, this Heaven is just in their head.

Oh, but here's the thing: they might actually have a boyfriend or girlfriend. Or a spouse. I feel, for most of you, this third party is a relatively new or not too serious relationship. But, they are TIRED. Very unhappy in it. And I get the vibe that they had an opportunity to choose between you and this other person. And, well, we can see how that ended up! Omg, you know what just came through? Like how, on The Bachelor or some other dating show, the person is picking between two final contestants. And they pick one and hurt the other. But, the joke is on them because that person they let go was so much better or loved them so much. That's how this person feels about you. For some of you, they may even make that analogy in their head and fantasize about picking you instead on their own "dating show". Lol your person has a very colorful imagination!

You know what I also see? Tiffany Pollard, aka New York, aka Mother of Reality TV. The scene where she's rejected in Flavor of Love 2, in the finale, and crying in the limo. But, then, she goes on to get her own dating show and become even more of a star. That's how this person thinks of you. They know they lost somebody amazing, who they see as a real soulmate, all while they're investing their time in... Okay, I don't want to say "the real loser" but that's what this person thinks, deep down, about who they're with. Yikes! They don't actually like them very much. They may have only gotten with them to rebound from you or make you jealous or find some replacement for you. But, you cannot be replaced or duplicated!

Yeah, they actually compare this person a lot to you. They are actually much more attracted to you. Very sexually drawn to you. I am not picking up anything shady right now, as far as them wanting to "step out". But, um, let's just say, when they're with this person, in bed, they're often thinking of you. If you guys have been physical, they definitely replay those memories. I think it's very hard for them because they want to do what's right and they don't want to hurt this person. But, they are not at all over you and, essentially, they wish you were the one by their side.

I have to be honest, though. They pretty much made their own bed. Not just because they didn't pick you but because they are STILL staying stuck in this situation that they don't want to be in. This person really, really idealizes relationships and commitment. I actually get the feeling that they initially idealized this third party and the life they could have with them. Until they got with them and that shattered. But, they still feel a need to stick it out for... reasons. They definitely take a "sunken cost fallacy" approach to relationships, believing that they just can't break up with someone once they've invested time and energy into it.

Your person could have their Sun, Moon or Rising in the signs of Taurus, Gemini or Scorpio. They are this odd mix of flighty and inconsistent yet very rigid. A need to be in control. Maybe this relationship gives them that. If this person isn't with someone, I think this may not be your pile. Because it's such a strong message. You most likely know about it, too, and know it's mostly for show. Your person fantasizes about this perfect relationship they could have with you, instead. It's like every "couple moment" they have with their person, they imagine what it'd be like with you. They feel like you are done with them, though, or wouldn't want them anymore. They could be right! Maybe you've moved on or they're very paranoid about you being with someone else. They could be grieving the loss of this connection heavily, especially if you're the one who walked away.

I do think they'll circle back, in some way, probably when they end this connection with the other person (because I don't see it lasting too long). You've most definitely made a huge impact on them and have made them want to change their old ways. But, will they? Right now, it's very slow progress, if at all. They spend more time daydreaming about being a "better" version of themselves to win you back than actually working on themselves. So, if you take them back, use your discernment. Also, be aware of how much they can build a potential partner up, unrealistically, in their head, to a degree that is impossible for said partner to live up to.

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PILE 2

Queen of Cups

(clarified by: The Moon)

Knight of Swords

(clarified by: Wheel of Fortune)

Ace of Swords

(clarified by: The Chariot)

The Hermit (back of the deck)

Pile 2, your person hardly knows what they're thinking. I get the feeling that they often don't WANT to fantasize about you because, when they do, it's all consuming and overwhelming. I definitely feel like this is a "separation/no contact" situation that your person doesn't know how to navigate. They are all over the place these days and very troubled, no matter how they try to appear on the outside. No matter how they try to fool themselves (and they are experts in self-deception). They are not as okay as they want to come across to others right now.

We have a lot of signs here that they could have personal placements in: Cancer and Pisces as well as any of the Fixed signs (Taurus, Leo, Scorpio, Aquarius) and also the sign of Virgo. This person is being pushed to do some soul searching. "For the first time in their life" is what came through. That might be you or their Guides. But, yeah, this person is STUBBORN and has spent a very, very long time clinging to old ideas and, honestly, their own bullshit. Interestingly, I am not getting a lot of "fantasy" out of this pile. No, your person is being pushed to finally wake the fuck up.

A big message coming through, in regards to you, is that they are finally realizing what they had "wrong" before. But, I put emphasis on "wrong" because that's how they see it, in their black-or-white mind. They are often way too judgmental, too logical and disconnected from their emotions. It's not like they don't have emotions, in spite of how they may act. In fact, I get the vibe that, deep down, they actually don't let anyone see that. Including themselves. You got hurt in the process here because they may have been emotionally unavailable or denied their love for you or played around with your feelings. Whatever it was, it caused this separation that you two are most likely in. And I can see your person taking some real accountability for that. Sorry, Blame It On Me by Akon is your channeled song. So, the lyrics may be a message from your person.

However, I don't think they're truly ready to come forward yet. That pride of theirs is pretty absurd. They are less in ego than they used to be but still approaching things in an ego-based way. They don't want to embarrass themselves, especially if they fear you don't want to talk to them or be with them anymore. Actually, they fantasize about all of the potential outcomes of your next conversation. I think they do that to alleviate their anxiety but it just makes it worse. Even though they can picture you being open and reasonable, they can also picture the conversation going horribly wrong and that kind of shuts them down and makes them want to hide.

I also think they see you as this Queen of Cups figure. So, you may have placements in Water (Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces). I think you were very vulnerable and emotionally open with them, last time you talked, and they weren't very sensitive or understanding. They daydream about going back and redoing that conversation, especially since they can actually understand what you were talking about now. They view you as a very spiritual person, most likely because you've discussed it with them. You might have even discussed it in regards to your relationship, as in saying you think they're your twin flame or soulmate or telling them about synchronicities regarding this connection. But, that wasn't something they were equipped to take seriously then.

And I am not saying this person has necessarily grown leaps and bounds since. But, they have started awakening spiritually and you played a major role in that. Maybe they're getting into Tarot readings or astrology for the first time. Something I am getting is that they wish you two were talking so you could teach them about all of what they're (cautiously) exploring. They feel like you have some mysterious wisdom and knowledge that they don't and they're craving access to it. Because they feel like it would give them much needed solutions or answers. They're still approaching it from a more "rational" perspective but they're slowly opening up.

They also dwell a lot on your connection and they, too, might be convinced that you're divine counterparts. I can see someone looking at one of those twin flame communities online and trying to learn more and connect the dots. They are truly just trying to figure out the language you speak. If they still have texts or DM's or emails from you where you communicated your feelings or spiritual insights, they read them a lot. They believe you're psychic (and I do, too!). You somehow have just known certain things about them and it had them SHOOK. It still kind of does. But, I honestly feel like they don't plan on doing much of anything right now. I think they either a) expect you to just use your "mind-reading skills" (their words, not mine) to automatically know what they want from you or b) for the Universe to just magically bring you back to them. They are trying to develop faith in the Universe but aren't recognizing that they still have to make their own choices. They can't hand their free will over, in this regard. Also, just because you already psychically know what's going on with them doesn't mean that they shouldn't take that step and voice their true feelings.

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PILE 3

Six of Pentacles

(clarified by: Two of Cups)

Page of Cups

(clarified by: Three of Cups)

Seven of Pentacles

(clarified by: Knight of Wands)

Eight of Wands (back of the deck)

Pile 3, you have some different vibes than the others. This could be romantic but, for a lot of you, I am feeling like it's more platonic. This is someone who is or was a very close friend. I am getting "best friend breakup" as a message. So, this is very likely someone who was once your bestie but you had a falling out. Maybe you drifted apart but I get the sense that there was some sort of major disagreement or conflict that caused this breakup. In any case, I feel like your person fantasizes a lot about making it better. Making it up to you somehow. I feel like they were the ones in the wrong, in terms of whatever went down. Not to say you're perfect but I think you tried your best. I also think there's some sort of "energetic debt" here, as I call it. It's like you gave and gave so much to this person and their unfair treatment of you makes them feel like they owe you something. It could actually be money. Or maybe they want to help you financially. They also could just owe you some sort of apology or explanation.

Yes, the apology is a big message. Apologize by One Republic may resonate. There is kind of an eagerness from them, too, in this regard. I feel like, without you in their life, things have gotten kind of boring or stale. I will be honest. It feels somewhat like they want you back in their life for their own gain. They felt like they really, really benefited from having you close. So they think and daydream about being close to you again. Things going back to the way they were. Little do they realize that things can't truly go back to how they were then. You aren't the same person you were then. I feel like you may have indulged this person a lot or you were constantly trying to make them happy or comfortable.

Definite people pleaser or overgiver energy coming from you. I always have a pile that I have to give this message to. But, I give it with love. You might have realized that a huge part of this relationship, whatever it was, was built on your kindness and generosity toward them. Because of this, that's a major reason why they're missing you. "Nobody can make me feel the way you do", they think. Well, obviously! There is no one quite like you. BUT, what gives me pause is the question of how much this person actually loves you and how much they just love how you make them feel. With them, there's a thin line between the two and I don't think I am telling you anything you haven't already perceived. I think you know this person's agenda.

That doesn't mean that they don't have real love for you because they actually do. They're just very self-absorbed in how they express it. The connection between you two was also real and went deep. Like, past life connection deep. I think you two shared your emotions with each other in a very vulnerable way. You definitely did, anyway. They did to some extent, actually more with you than they do with others. But, they have a very wounded inner child and they sort of looked to you to provide them with a certain healing, support, or comfort. You made them feel safe, which is why this connection ending was like the rug being pulled from under them. I think you both might have had inner child wounding and maybe saw yourselves in one another in that way. But, you grew and healed greatly. They're not quite there yet.

There is a significant Water emphasis here (Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces), so this person could have placements in any of those signs. Their energy is kind of funny. It's sensitive and vulnerable yet closed off. Their ego is like a shield and they keep their defenses high. In some ways, they have tried hard NOT to think about you, in the past, or maybe still do. They try to act like all is well, like they're thriving and have their mind on other things. But, this is not only bullshit. It's a facade of "confidence" to compensate for their immaturity and insecurity. For some of you, this person has tried to emerge from this as "the winner". It's silly for many reasons, especially since you don't even care about that. You're in your own lane but they are trying to barge into yours, while acting like they're not. If this is a former friend, they have taken this breakup as hard as a romantic ending. They treat you like an ex that they loudly claim they're over but think about all the time.

I definitely feel like this has had social ramifications. Like mutual friends have gotten involved. But, while this person may have played the victim, I feel like people from your social circle have either stayed neutral or inevitably took your side. I don't mean to drag this person but they can be exhausting and lack the self-awareness sometimes to know when they're being the asshole, all while pointing the finger at the other person. But, most people have peeped their game. I get the sense, for some of you, that you also kind of broke up with your mutual friends or social scene, too, once things ended with this person. Maybe you feared that they had too much social influence and others would turn on you. But, in actuality, their childishness is making people turn on them.

Best Friend by Doja Cat and Saweetie is coming through. That's how this person idealizes you, which is funny because they're also a low-key to high-key hater of yours, especially these days. You are the one who hyped them up, like that song, and they fed on it. The funny message about this, too, is that Doja and Saweetie were more so performing a best friend bond for the song. If I'm not mistaken, they're cool and they're friends but not actually besties in real life. This person is more so in love with the aesthetic of you as a close friend and the way you made them look good. I get the impression that a lot of you are highly attractive and very charismatic and that's a big reason they kept you around.

Again, not trying to villainize them. It's just that their energy is so... surface level. A bit of depth there but I wouldn't be shocked if they want you back to just show off your bond to your mutual friends again. "Hey, look, the dynamic duo is back!" Obviously, use discernment here, in terms of how genuine they are because I do think they can be super-charming and influence people when they want. They think back a lot to your past social life together. For most of you, it involved partying, going out, drinking. They may look at that time as their "glory days" or even the last period of their "youth". They had less worries and concerns, partly because you were with them. So, they romanticize this period a lot, possibly looking at old pictures or videos on social media regularly. I do think you two had a lot of fun together. You're a blast to be around and their life is significantly less fun without you.

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PILE 4

The Lovers

(clarified by: Queen of Swords)

The Sun

(clarified by: Six of Cups)

Ten of Swords

(clarified by: Page of Pentacles)

Wheel of Fortune (back of the deck)

Pile 4, this isn't just about one person. This is about a few people/handful of people and it is hard to pinpoint it. I wouldn't be surprised if you were drawn to the other piles because they have more specific messages about a certain individual. This is more about a pattern in your life that I feel is highly karmic. I would say that your Guides are drawing attention to it but it's not like you don't know. You are well aware of these patterns and pushing through the effects. Essentially, you are on the healing journey that you were always meant to be on, whether you have just started it, after some difficult relationship experiences, or you are persevering through it.

Something I feel called to say is to please not make excuses for someone or rationalize or romanticize their toxic behavior because you think they're your twin flame. I don't want to be harsh but the truth some of you may be dealing with right now is that a certain someone who you thought was your twin flame really isn't. I don't believe in the "false twin flame" label and this person is likely a very important soul connection. But it doesn't mean they're your twin. It also doesn't mean that you have to sit around, waiting for them to heal or mature or put in effort or commit. You could be selling yourself short by doing so. And hey, don't shoot the messenger! Lol some of you needed to hear that, from your Guides, but some of you have already had this epiphany.

Yeah, I am being redirected from talking about what they're thinking. This is about you! You know why? You have put more than enough effort into disappointing connections in the past. It's time to give that love to yourself! You are being represented as this Queen of Swords (doesn't matter if you're male or female, it's just your energy). You could have your Sun, Moon or Rising in Air: Gemini, Libra, Aquarius. You are definitely feminine while also being shrewd, assertive, and with a savage side. You know how to get a little cutthroat when needed and when to cut people out. Whatever your current love situation is, your Guides trusted and knew that it was only a matter of time before you leveled up and moved on.

I'm hearing Why Should I Be Sad by Britney Spears. An absolute bop! (Her Blackout album is pop perfection, if you didn't already know) Anyway, that's your energy right now. You could cry right now over so-and-so but you've done enough of that. Or maybe you do need a good cry or two still. It's okay! But, I think, even as you're sobbing, in the back of your mind, you know there's only so much time left for that until you bounce back like the bad bitch you are. Your Guides are applauding you and so proud of you. I am getting the message that they never have to do much with you. You don't require a lot of interference. You still need help, of course, but you are so wise and smart and strong that you learn a lot of your lessons on your own, especially in love. You reach your threshold in terms of nonsense in relationships and then you're out. I am also sensing that they do sometimes give you "rude awakenings" (like this reading maybe lol). But, the good thing is that you actually pay attention and learn what you need to, instead of just ignoring or getting defensive at the truth like so many people do.

Yet, you still have a heart and it's complex. I feel like, in spite of that resolve, you might still look back at the past, at people from your past, and idealize the connection or romanticize it. But, then, you come to your senses. It's a cycle and a process, so be compassionate and patient with yourself. And don't try TOO hard to move on or get over someone or you won't be truly dealing with your feelings. Still, you have reached a point where you are definitely through with certain people and where exes, people who were once so appealing, are not nearly as attractive as they once we're. It's like you met them drunk, at a bar at 1 AM, and now you're meeting them again, sober, in the light of day, and they look very different now.

As far as what they're thinking of you? Well, they are pretty scared of coming forward. You have a certain bite when you're displeased that can scare some love interests. But, the ones who are scared are usually the ones who need to be called out or held accountable. Even when you do so graciously or civilly, you can hurt some feelings. But, it's worth it to be honest. I am definitely sensing one or two people from the past, who have put you through plenty of disappointment or heartache, as well as a more recent love interest who you would like to leave in your rear view. But, of course, just take that how it resonates.

You are highly desirable, even though you are seen as intimidating (maybe even because of that, at times), and you have plenty of options. But, I hear you thinking, "Do I, really?" Not out of self-doubt but out of a distaste for those who are coming forward or want to come forward. Again, you are leveling up and don't have the tolerance for what you used to tolerate anymore. I can definitely see a new powerful soulmate connection coming in for you this year. One that will actually be healthy and mutually satisfying. And this will happen because you have released these karmic or stagnant connections. You are making space for someone that will actually be fulfilling.

So, it may be exhausting now but please keep going forward and don't look back. It's time. You gave those past people enough chances. And, yes, they will be absolutely kicking themselves once they realize they have missed their chance. Some are already doing that. Because I am picking up a karmic vibe, they will experience the repercussions of not learning their lesson and growing as well as the intense regret of losing someone as awesome as you.

[tender-rosiey]

Can I request Gojo x reader where she is busy doing paperwork and missions ( she is a special grade sorcerer) and Gojo wants her attention

whining — gojo satoru x f!reader

you had already finished all your missions for the day, and you finally have time for yourself. at least, that’s what you thought until yaga bestowed on you the paperwork that you had to fill after your recent missions.

with you being a special grade sorcerer like your husband, neither of you had a lot of free time and therefore couldn’t spend time together as much as you wanted.

unless, you get sent on a mission together which is rare, but it always fills gojo with happiness and he becomes so giddy whenever you’re paired up together.

it’s cute how head over heels he is for you, but it does have its disadvantage. like for example, right now, you were supposed to be doing said paperwork you were assigned. however, your husband came back early today which is good and honestly you would love to spend time together but oh well.

“WIFEY I AM HOME!” he bursts into your shared bedroom and finds you on your desk doing your paperwork. no matter what you do, his heart never fails to flutter to the point he can even giggle like a giddy school girl.

you chuckle softly and wave at him, “welcome back, satoru,” gojo, however, is not satisfied with just a wave and huffs his way to you.

“do I not get a welcome back kiss?” you can practically hear the pout in his voice, but you can’t give in to your husband’s antics right now. he hugs you from the back and you feel him bury his face into your shoulder.

“you will after I am done,” you tell him, but he shakes his head which makes you sigh, “‘toru, the earlier I am done with this, the earlier and more we can be together.”

“but I can just tell yaga to let someone else do your paperwork!”

“like?”

“ijich—“

“except ijichi.”

he deflates and starts whining, “he is my junior! he should help me!”

“‘toru, he isn’t obligated to,” you remind him; however, gojo isn’t giving up and starts placing small pecks on your shoulder.

“did I tell you how pretty you look today?” he has switched tactics, you notice. he is going to start sweet-talking you into leaving the paperwork and instead joining him on the bed for a much needed cuddle session.

it’s a tempting offer, but one of you had to be the responsible one and more often than not, it had to be you, “satoru, just go watch the tv and make sure to eat something ‘cause you’re probably hungry.”

“AWW WIFEY! YOU KNOW ME SO WELL!” he pulls back and screams fondly and you roll your eyes.

“of course I do, you’re my husband, silly.”

he, cutely unfortunately, latches onto you again and is basically spilling hearts from his eyes and radiating love, “hearing you say my husband makes me so happy.”

“well, my good and handsome husband will let his wife finish her paperwork so she can spend time with him later, right?” you say sweetly and even start scratching his scalp which is something he adores.

he hums softly and turns your chair so he can hug you properly. he buries his face in your stomach and you hear a small, “can I hug you like this for a moment then?”

you smile gently and continue running your fingers through his hair. a couple of moments pass and you speak up, voice barely above a whisper, “satoru, come on; I need to do the paperwork.”

you’re met with nothing and assume that the man actually fell asleep in that position. sighing, you softly call his name, “‘toru, if you’re going to sleep then sleep on the bed so your back doesn’t hurt.”

you shake him lightly and he raises his head to look you in the eye, “can you take my blindfold off?”

nodding, you gently take it off and you’re left staring at your husband’s eyes. the longing in them is so apparent that it makes your heart ache.

“okay, fine; I will go to bed,” he murmurs tiredly and stands up. you nod and turn back to your papers once you see that he is in bed.

you close the lights and only leave the lamp on your desk. time to prepare for long hours of boring and unbearable paperwork.

“HAHA GOTCHA!” you hear him say triumphantly and you are picked up rather effortlessly and thrown on the bed, somehow gently.

you groan from the impact, and when you tried to get up, he laid on top of you and squishing you in the process, “satoru!”

“cuddle now and do the paper work later!”

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[gtsdreamer2]

Ever since your dad walked out on your family, you felt like you had a responsibility to your mom and sister to be the man of the house. You worked hard, studied hard, went to college while working a job that helped pay the bills, and it all paid off. You used your degree to dive into the tech industry and become a great inventor. Some of your inventions were taking off, and you were finally starting to see the fruits of your labor. That also meant that you could delegate some of your work to others now, which granted you enough free time to be able to work on pet projects and spoil your girlfriend, Katy. Sometimes, those two things coincided.

After a few tireless weeks of working 'round the clock in secret, you had finally finished your girlfriend's present. She was a retro soul with a 70s aesthetic, so you made her a special lava lamp. It was special because you had engineered some of your new tech into it. Katy had always had a waifish figure since you had known her, which, although you loved her just the same for it, made her very self-conscious both in the bedroom and out in public. The lamp that you had produced just for her was designed to emit special waves of energy to both grow her lacking assets and instill confidence in her, both through temporary mental manipulation and a renewed pride in her physical appearance.

You finally got home with your new toy when you got a ping on your phone to go out for drinks with your boys. 'What the hell, why not? I've been working my ass off. I deserve this.' you thought to yourself, setting the lamp on the kitchen counter before quickly changing and speeding off to the bars. Slamming the door as your left, you woke your sleeping mom, Cindy.

She came downstairs and into the kitchen and spotted the lamp on the counter. "Well this is cool. I haven't seen one of these in years!" She said, picking it up and examining it. "I bet Jake got it for me since my birthday is coming up. He definitely wouldn't have gotten this for himself. I'm so excited to set it up. It'll make a nice night light." Your mom scampered back up the stairs with the lamp and a glass of water in hand. She quickly downed her refreshment and plugged in the lamp, setting it on the dresser on the far side of the room before switching it on.

As it heated up, a warm glow filled the room. "Wow, it's giving off a lot of heat. I probably won't be able to use this in the summer, but its very comforting right now. As the lamp got hotter, so did your mom as she got cozy in bed. She dozed off while staring at the lamp's memorizing lava bubbles.

She couldn't remember her dreams, but they must have been wonderful. Cindy awoke with her panties soaked and wedged tightly against herself. She moaned and stretched, feeling a strange tightness all across her sleepwear. As she tossed and turned, trying to get her clothes to adjust, her nipples brushed the soft fabric of her PJs and elicited another, more sexual moan from her lips. She hadn't felt this turned on in years. It was like a long dormant fire had been lit. Turning on her side, Cindy put her legs around one of the extra pillows on the bed and started to aggressively hump herself to climax, biting her blanket to stifle her whimpers of pleasure all the while. Her sensitive nipples ached to be teased as she bucked. She eagerly obliged them as she snaked a hand under her top. She was so lost in her trance that she almost didn't realize that she was grabbing more breast than she should have had. Cindy was far too lost in pleasure at that moment as she humped and groped her sensitive body until she finally came hard into the pillow that she was abusing.

Sweat-speckled and panting, she finally released the poor pillow, covered with the evidence of your mom's much needed release. 'That was amazing.' She thought to herself, still trying to collect herself as she stood up from the bed. Her clothing still felt wrong on her as she made her way to the full body mirror in the bathroom.

As she looked herself up and down in the mirror, her jaw dropped. Her tits had grown. Her ass had plumped. Her head was slightly outside the frame of the mirror which was never an issue before this moment. "This is a lot." She said to herself, trying to take it all in. "I'm...a lot. I need coffee."

Cindy forced her soaked panties off her and discarded them into her laundry bin. She replaced them with a fresh pair that seemed to strain against the might of her new rear, but they fit, for now. A bra was out of the question, so she threw on a sweater by itself and then a part of leggings that couldn't cover her ankles and made her ass perk even higher. Checking herself out in the mirror again, she felt a wave of confidence as she tossed her sex hair from side to side. "I feel amazing this morning." She whispered before heading downstairs.

You awoke on your friend's couch, your natural body clock telling you that it was time to get up for work. "Shit." You cursed under your breath. You must have gotten too wasted last night. You pulled yourself together and got your things as quick as you could. You checked your phone and realized that you wouldn't have time to go home and would have to go straight to work. You wouldn't be home until late either. Sighing, you forced yourself out of your friend's house and into your car and then off to work.

Your sister came downstairs to find your mom humming to herself while doing the morning chores. She was loading the dishwasher, finishing breakfast, and sipping her coffee. She seemed different. Not just happier and peppier, but less...mom-like. She couldn't put her finger on it. "You're in a good mood this morning." She said. Sitting down to be served. Cindy quickly placed the spread before her.

"I know!" Your mom beamed back at your sister, Destiny, sitting down with her own, overloaded plate of food. "I feel amazing this morning." She dug into her breakfast, far more ravenously than she normally would have. She blamed it on the calories burned from touching herself that morning, conveniently trying to block out the obvious answer, which was that her increased assets caused the calorie deficit. Destiny sat there in disbelief of Cindy as the massive plate of food disappeared. She had no time to gawk as she had to get her things and get to her classes, however. Destiny said her goodbyes and left your mom home alone and to her own devices.

After clearing her plate and helping herself to everything that was leftover, she finally felt satisfied. She continued with her daily chores, cleaning around the house, vacuuming, tidying up the bathroom, normal motherly duties. Around midday, she finally started to feel sluggish and tired and returned to her room for an afternoon nap. That's when she remembered the lamp. "Oops" she said to no one. "I forgot to turn this off. Reaching for the lamp, she felt the warmth kiss her fingers before moving up her arm and then through her chest. Her nipples awoke and grew hard, pressing against her already too tight top. Instead of turning the lamp off, she instead put both her hands on it and lifted it up, holding it close to her chest. The warm feeling that had already started to completely envelop her intensified and she cooed at the feeling filling her body. As her body drank in the heat that was radiating from her new luminant gift, she could feel herself growing. Suddenly her nether regions had started to produce a heat of their own and she was reminded of the fun that she had gotten to have with herself that morning. Cindy then had a devilish idea. She unplugged the lamp from the outlet on the far wall and replugged it into the one by her nightstand. Peeling off her shrinking clothing, she crawled into bed and switched the lamp back on She sat with her back resting up against the headboard and her legs spread open and her feet touching In the center she placed the lamp, mere inches from her hungry snatch. Then as she was basking in the glow, she again began to pleasure herself. Cindy had no need to hold back her cries and moans in an empty house, so as she rubbed her needy clit, she wailed in ecstasy for the first time in countless years. Orgasm after orgasm shook through her as her growing body continued to become more and more sensitive.

"Fuck!" she cried out as another climax and subsequent growth spurt rattled through her. "Why does this feel so good? I just want more and more and more! There's no way this should be happening." Not that she was keeping track of how big she was growing, but she had long left the six foot mark behind. If she had kept her clothing on, it would have started ripping itself apart from her body by now. Groping her giant tits, she couldn't help but smile. "These have grown so huge! So big and sensitive! And my nipples!" She tugged on each of them in turn then, not daring to take a hand away from her needy needy cunt. With each buck of her hips, she could feel her feet sliding further and further towards the edge of the bed and then beyond as her head pressed up against and then crept up the headboard. She could feel her pillowy ass jiggle and bounce against the bed as her leg muscles continued to thicken. After what felt like her twentieth finish, her body was finally satisfied and she passed out, the lamp tipping forward and delicately landing between her lips. As she slept, the energy from the lamp poured into her, forcing her bigger and bigger in her sleep.

Work finally ended and you were heading home. You felt behind the whole day and had hardly a moment to yourself to think. Throwing your keys on the counter, they landed right where the lamp should have been. Immediately you were wide awake, mind racing. 'I forgot all about the lamp, fuck.' You thought frantically. 'There's no way that someone plugged it in right?' You crept down the hall to your sister's room first. Slowing cracking open her door, nothing seemed out of place. You gave a sigh of relief and shut her door.

Next came your mom's room. As you quietly opened her door, your heart immediately sank. She was naked in her bed and at least eight feet tall by now. Both hands gripping the lamp as she rhythmically humped against it in her sleep. You were horrified, but it was also hard to look away. Her body was producing dangerous pheromones, just like the lamp was designed to do. Luckily, you knew this and were conscious of them. As you snuck up to the side of her bed, the pheromones grew stronger. You quickly unplugged the lamp and the room darkened slightly, now only lit from the setting sun outside. You held your breath as you slipped the lamp out of her hands, careful not to wake her. Exiting the room, you finally let out a frustrated sigh and an audible "fuck" as your sister was closing the front door.

"Woah, what's the problem?" She said, immediately noticing that something was off. She set her school stuff down and walked over to you.

"It's mom. She took this" You said gesturing to the lamp in your hands "and now she's like eight feet tall."

"Well that's...something" Your sister says, clearly lost. "What's 'this'" she said pointing to what looked to her like a relic from the 70s.

"'This' is a present for Katy, but I had to run off to work this morning after being out all night. I guess mom took it to bed and plugged it in." You let out another exasperated sigh. "Katy is on her way here right now to come pick this up, but I need to go back to my lab to get what I need to fix mom. Hopefully before she wakes up. Can I trust you to hold onto it while I'm gone and give it to my girlfriend? I don't need mom waking up and using it again. It seems like it can get pretty addicting pretty quickly based on her size. Maybe it works a little too well. I think I'll grab some supplies to recalibrate it for Katy before I let her use it." You were talking to yourself at this point.

"I don't really know what's going on since she seemed pretty normalish this morning, but sure bro!" She said eager to help. "I promise I wont let mom use it while you're gone. You should hurry though, I don't know how long she's been asleep. And if she's eight feet tall, I don't think I'd be able to stop her anyway. You better fix this."

You pushed the lamp into her arms and quickly left for your lab, leaving your sister alone with your sleeping colossus of a mother. Setting the lamp on the counter, your sister crept over to your mom's room and cracked the door open. "Holy shit," she whispered, "she's huge!" Silently closing the door, Destiny quickly scooped the lamp up and brought it to her room, where she promptly undressed and plugged it into her nightstand. Sitting on her bed, she held the lamp between her petite breasts as it began to produce heat. "Come on, come on. I don't have much time before Katy gets here. I wanna grow, too. Make me bigger!"

[jogetsobsessed]

The Old Bracelet - Paul Lahote

Part 2, to Friendship bracelets!

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The truck was silent as it raced through the winding country roads, out of the reservation, heading towards Forks. 

Paul's hand which was not resting atop the steering wheel sat on your leg, with a firm grip on your thigh. His fingers softly rub the silky fabric of the plum-colored dress that fits you like a  glove. 

You hummed at his touch but did not go any louder. Basking in the rare moment of silence 

He continued to drive, a look of reluctance on his face as he made the familiar turns, eventually turning onto the familiar driveway that was covered with the shade of the hanging overgrowth of the forest. 

Scoffing at the sight of the various decorations that covered the front of the house, and the makeshift pathway leading towards the backyard, you scoffed back at him lightly swatting his hand away. 

You knew that you should be grateful he even came, he didn't want to be here and you know it. I mean hell, you didn't even want to be here. 

But you had an obligation to be, Bella was your only sibling and your parents weren't going to accept the excuse that your boyfriend technically wasn't allowed at Cullen's house and he wasn't going to let you out of his sight there either. 

“You head out back, get us seats with Sam and Seth. I’m gonna go upstairs and check on the bride”. Paul started to whine like a little kid but as soon as you cocked your eyebrow and narrowed your eyes he turned around in a huff and started off to find his pack in the sea of people. 

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The ceremony was brief, but even the coldest of hearts could admit it was beautiful. A few tears had escaped when you saw how breathtaking your sister looked in the white gown that Alice had done a wonderful job with when she picked it out. 

You could tell Paul felt uncomfortable the whole time, the way that his left hand kept reaching across his body to where his right hand sat on your leg clasped against yours. His free hand would lightly twist and tug at the worn, slightly tattered bracelet that sat snug on his wrist. 

Now you sat at a table that was decorated to the nines with gorgeous arrangements of carnations and baby's breath, their natural perfumes slightly masking the natural musk the woods provided. Sam and Emily were to your left while Seth, Sue, and Billy were to Paul's right. 

It felt right sitting at this table. Your mother and father had initially expected you to sit with them, but luckily the Cullens had planned ahead, knowing that it was best for the wedding if you sat with your imprint. 

Emily and you were admiring the cake from where you sat, lost in your own conversation until Paul's sudden grip on your waist brought your attention to him. 

“What is wrong with you”, you whispered in a hushed tone. 

“They invited some”, his ominous tone that he had made you want to smack him for being so dramatic. Rolling your eyes you followed to where his gaze was landing. 

Five individuals, with the most alluring eyes. 

Ones that you knew all too well thanks to the family your sister was marrying into. 

“Jesus Paul, I mean come on. What did you think? Vampires weren't going to have vampire friends. I can't believe you sometimes”. 

“I think we should leave Y/N”, he was pleading while maintaining his glare toward the mystery vampires. 

“I think we should stay Paul”, You turned slightly in your seat turning your attention back to Emily and the cake. The two of you share a laugh at Paul’s expense. 

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“I liked the decorations”, you said, shouting slightly so he could hear you in the bedroom. 

'I thought they were too much, too much fluff’, Paul argued as he sulked back into the living room, having ditched his tux replacing them with sweats. 

The couch sunk under his weight as he crawled up towards where you lay. 

“Don't be such a guy Paul. Sometimes frills and fluff are nice. Especially on a wedding day”. 

“I'm just saying. When we get married, less flowers, more greenery”. 

You didn't know what to be more shocked about. The fact that Paul just talked about your future wedding or if he thought about greenery. 

It really hadn't occurred to you that you could get married soon. 

You had just just begun your senior year of high school and were really just going through the motions, school was never your favorite. Especially now when all you wanted to do was be in Paul's presence. 

But you don't have plans for after graduation, originally you had thought about moving back to Arizona and attending school there. But now that was off the table. 

Marriage though still didn't cross your mind. 

But you guessed it made sense, I mean the imprint bond would keep you and Paul together forever, and your relationship had been romantic from the beginning.  

“Our wedding huh”, you teased. 

You could feel the slight embarrassment hit his body by the sudden increase in his already high body temperature. He started to speak but word vomit was all that came out. A laugh left your lips and soon enough he was laughing too. 

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“I don't think this was the right choice”, you muttered to yourself, yanking the sparkly pink dress down. Trying to distract yourself from how much you hated the dress you were wearing you fluffed your hair and swiped at your makeup. 

But you knew you couldn't hide upstairs forever. 

Strapping on your shoes and taking one final look at the mirror you started your way downstairs. 

The walk felt like it was miles long, even though you knew the sixteen wooden steps by heart. The chattering of the voices silenced as soon as the clacking of your heels could be heard against the wooden steps. 

Your gaze was trained at your feet, partially so you didn't fall but also because you didn't bear to meet the burning gazes of the pack. 

However, when your foot stepped off the final step and you were officially on the first floor of Emily’s residence you knew you had to face the peanut gallery. 

“Nobody says a word”, you threatened. 

Finally lifting your head to meet their gazes you felt your anxiety only grow. 

None of them were very subtle, their eyes widening at the sight of you in the short tight dress. Normally you would have focused on the gawking looks but none of that mattered. 

Because Paul stood across the kitchen leaning against the door frame. 

He was wearing the same suit that he wore to Bella and Edward's wedding, except this time a blush pink collared shirt was undead. A boutonniere of pink and orange flowers was pinned snuggly against his suit jacket. 

Originally you had been against the color combination but Paul had been insistent on it. 

“You look so beautiful my darling”, his voice was soft, as were his touches. His hands found their way toward the small of your back, running his fingers across the outwardly scratchy fabric. Coating the arms of his suit jacket in glitter. 

His arms slid up your sides as he continued to take you in. You couldn't help but smile when the arms of this jacket shrugged up his arms a little, his wrists being on display. 

That's when you put it together, why he picked the color scheme that he did. 

His bracelet was barely holding on, after he had it for nearly a year, retying it when it fell off after he phased it had definitely seen better days. 

But he still wore it, every chance he got. 

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You wouldn't find out until years later how much it meant to him. 

It would be a late night, both of you exhausted flopping into bed ready to crash. 

Your five-year-old had his first day of kindergarten and your three-year-old had started pre-school. Plus it didn't help you that you were eight months pregnant.  The day had been chaotic and emotional and you felt drained. 

Slowly you pushed yourself up the bed so you could lean against the headboard. Paul took a second and then slowly he crawled up the bed too, stopping at your swollen stomach. 

He had done this with your first two pregnancies. 

Every night, I want to spend intimate moments close to your belly. You had caught him at night when he thought you were asleep talking to your stomach, but you never brought it up. 

His calloused hands caressed your belly, the tattered orange and pink bracelet ticking your stretched skin. 

“Why do you still wear it after all these years?”, your tone was soft, on the verge of sleep. 

“Because it reminds me of the first best day of my life”. His tone matched yours, half asleep but full of love. 

“What”, you softly laughed, as you worked your fingers through the loose knots in his hair. 

“The day that you told me you were going to make this, that was our first time meeting. It's when I not only imprinted but I realized I had met the woman that I love”. 

[neverinadream]

~~~~~~~~~~~ | M Y I M A G I N E S | ~~~~~~~~~~~~

~~~~ | M Y N A M E O N Y O U R S K I N | ~~~~

Summary: You thought wearing Reece's jersey might finally make him crack but it only serves to make things worse for you.

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: The Loneliest - Måneskin

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, angst, jealous!christian, fwb!christian, dom!christian to soft!dom!christian, sub!reader, brat!reader, dirty talk, reader is called a slut, whore, pet names (good girl, baby girl...), praise kink, degradation, mentions of ownership, possessiveness, graffiti - you'll see what i mean, oral (christian receiving), thigh riding, choking, hair pulling, fingering, teasing, begging, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms NOT EDITED

Notes: the smut is decent-ish and the angst is terrible (i couldn't quite execute what i was originally intending for) so feedback is greatly appreciated. tagging @kepamount who wanted to be reminded when the fic came out though she will probably hate me now for making it angsty

You whimper as his fingers tangle in your hair, tugging on it until the back of your head was resting against his shoulder. "Look at yourself in the mirror," Christian orders, his voice so deep in your ear it has your pussy clenching around the two fingers pushed deep inside of you. You squeak as he tugs at your hair, too impatient to even give you a second to follow his orders. "Look at yourself and watch me play with this pretty pussy," he purrs, untangling his fingers from your hair to wrap his free hand around your throat.

Following his command, you stare back at yourself in the mirror, a breathy moan spilling from your lips at the sight of you both. He had you sitting on the end of your bed, your jeans and panties removed, discarded in a heap on the floor. You were positioned between his own legs, two strong thighs enduring a small amount of pain as you dug your nails into them. And, with your legs forced apart, he pumped two fingers in and out of you, spreading your wetness over your pussy each time he pulled them out to tease your clit.

His thumb strokes over your pulse point, feeling its erratic pace, and sniggers in your ear. "You thought you were being smart wearing his shirt, didn't you?" His grip tightens as you look away from the mirror. "Don't look at me! Don't you fucking look at me! Look at the fucking mirror and watch yourself cum all over these fucking fingers!"

"Christian-"

"Shut up!" He dismisses your protest, groaning in your ear as the squelching on his fingers moving in and out of you fills the silence. His thumb presses harshly onto your clit, stroking it in a way that has you struggling to keep focused on your reflection.

"You better fucking cum for me, princess," he says, now watching your reflection, studying the expressions that were twisting and appearing on your face, "you're taking these fingers far too well to come this far and not cum all over them."

His long, thick fingers intensify the throbbing you feel building up in your core and have your hips bucking wildly against his hand. Incoherent moans and phrases of praise slip from your lips.

"That's it," his voice rasps in your ear, "cum all over my fingers. Show me what it'll feel like when I've you face down on this bed and my cock buried inside you."

Every part of your body is physically shaking as your orgasm rips through you. You cry out his name, feeling your pleasure spreading through your body, the sensation showing no signs of stopping as Christian keeps pumping his fingers. "Chris-" You stutter and splutter his name. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and your back arches away from his chest.

"That feels so good, doesn't it?"

You nod your head, feeling like a mess as you slump into him. "Too good," you mumble, a moan tripping off your lips when pulls his fingers out.

He taps his fingers to your chin, mumbling, "open up," as he presses his lips against your temple. Humming, you oblige his request and wait with your mouth wide open to him. "Suck," he tells you, pressing his two wet fingers against your tongue, "clean your mess up." A groan sounds in your ear as you do as you are told, smirking when you feel his head hide in your neck. "I should've fucked that pretty little mouth instead."

"You still could."

You take his fingers out of your mouth, dragging your tongue on the underside of them, making him groan again as he thinks about your tongue running along his shaft. Dropping his hand, you sink onto the floor and turn yourself around to face him, resting your bum on your ankles as you tuck your feet underneath you. Before, you could feel his hard cock pressing into you, but now that you were knelt in front of him, you could see just how much he was straining against the confinement of his grey boxers.

You run your hands over his bare thighs, trying not to smile at the indents your nails had left behind. "Can I?" You ask, batting your eyelashes.

"I don't know," he answers, taking himself out. He tightens his fist around the base and pumps it a few times. "Do you deserve it?" You nod your head with enthusiasm. He cocks his eyebrow. "Do you? Have you been good enough to deserve it?"

"Yes."

He bends down and kisses your forehead, a fleeting moment of softness amongst the rough handling you had experienced since he had shown up at your door. "You're such a fucking liar," he whispers against you, sniggering at the gasp that escapes. And just like that, all the softness was gone.

"Put your hands behind your back," he orders, shifting to sit on the very end of the bed. You obliged, bending your arms behind you and locking your fingers together. With one hand, he holds the back of your neck, whilst the other guides his hard cock toward you. "Come on, open up," he instructs, keep hold of your gaze as you stare up at him, "stick your tongue out for me, baby." You do as you are told, swirling your tongue around the tip, tasting the pre cum that seeped from the head. "That's a good girl," he groans, placing some tension on the back of your neck.

You wrap your lips around him, gently sucking on his head, before taking as much of him as you possibly could into your mouth. But it isn't enough for him. "You can take more than that. I know you can take more than that," he grunts, taking his hand off your neck and burying it into your hair. He drives his hips forward, the tip nudging the back of your throat, making you gag and splutter around him. "Breathe through your nose," he releases his hand from the base of his shaft, bringing it over to join his other in your hair, "that's it. Just like that! Fuck, y/n."

Through watery eyes, you watch his head fall back, deep, satisfied grunts and groans coming from his mouth as it hangs open. "Fuck," he curses, driving himself deeper and nearly cumming there and then as he feels you hollowing your cheeks, "shitting fuck, baby girl."

You moan around him, the vibration running through his hardened length, leaving him choking on an intake of air. "Do that again," he orders, pulling on your hair and then pushing your head down as he flexes his hips. His hand tightens and his body spasms as you moan around him again.

"You're such a fucking slut," he grunts, clearing his throat. His thrusts become hard and sloppy, letting you know he was close to finishing. "Should've done this the second I saw Reece's name on your back," he says, staring down into your eyes, "should've done it in front of him-" He quickly shakes his head no. "-should've done it front of all the boys, let them know just who this whore belongs to."

His body spasms, his thighs and the muscles in his stomach tensing as his hips come to an abrupt stop. "Oh, Je-" His words get trapped in the back of his throat, grunting and spilling himself into your mouth. You swallow every bit of him that he has to give you, using your thumb to clean up any spillage, a sight that has him groaning out loud as you suck your thumb clean.

"Did you swallow it all?"

Nodding your head, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out for him to see. "Ever last bit," you reply, grinning up at him.

His fingers hook under your chin, using the leverage to pull you up to your feet. "Good girl," he hums, taking his free hand and guiding your body to stand between his legs, "see, I don't know why you have to act like such a brat when clearly you can be a good girl for me."

"It's all your fault," you whimper as he sits you down on his thigh.

He tilts his head to the side. "My fault?" You nod your head, rolling your lip between your teeth as you bite down on your bottom lip. Pinning you against his thigh, you give into him and let him grind you against his thigh. "How is this any of my fault?" He questions you, spreading your wetness over his thigh as he drags your hips back and forth over him. "I wasn't the one who started this, remember?" He releases one of your hips, guiding his hand to wrap around your neck, grabbing at it with a tight grip. You gasp as he pulls you towards him, his eyes staring into yours as he whispers, "you did."

Crashing your lips against his, you bury your fingers through his hair, scratching your nails against his scalp. He hisses and tightens his grip, but you don't release the tension. You pull harder on his hair, only to whimper when he bites at your bottom lip, dragging it with him as he pulls away.

"Answer my question." He flexes his thigh and your body jolts at the added pressure against your clit. "Tell me why this is my fault."

"Because you never pay me any attention," you stutter, meeting resistance as you try to grind your hips at a speed that didn't antagonise you.

"I don't pay attention to you?" He sniggers, or rather snorts. "If I don't pay attention to you then what is it that I'm doing right now? Huh?" He moves his hand to grip your jaw, pinching it between his fingers. He kisses the base of your neck, pushing your head back to allow him more access to you. "Am I not paying you attention right now? Am I not letting you get off on my thigh? Did I not just let you suck on my cock?" You whimper and whine, the sound cut off as he pushes his thumb into your mouth and pulls your head back down to look at him. "Is that not enough for you?"

"No," you answer, mumbling around his thumb that was gagging you.

"No?"

You take his thumb out of your mouth, wiping the bit of spit that lingered away on the back of your hand. "You only pay attention to me when it matters to you," you find the courage to tell him, the recent developments in your arrangement not to your liking at all. It was why you had chosen to wear Reece's jersey over his own. You wanted to show him that you weren't a form of property.

That you weren't his property to use when he felt like it.

Your arrangement had become one-sided. You were the one who was expected to drop everything when he called. You were the one who was expected to go over to his place in the middle of the night because he was rock hard and his hand and five minutes of porn couldn't do the trick. He'd never do the same for you.

He used to.

But not anymore.

"You use me like I'm your personal fucking sex toy," you bite, trying to still your hips. You wasn't going to give him the satisfaction on cumming on his thigh. "I'm not your personal fucking sex toy!"

"But that's what you are, princess," he replies with a coldness that strikes you as being odd to you like he was trying to mask something. His thumb pushes into your cheek, prodding and poking at it. "You're my personal sex toy, my property to use whenever I want," he amuses, smirking to himself, "and you're no better than a common whore for answering every time that I call. I bet you are already dripping when you see that it's me calling you late at night. Thinking about all the things I'm gonna do to you when you get to mine. You love it."

"Don't call me that!"

"What? A whore?" He rolls his eyes. "Funny. You were begging me to call you one the other night." He gives your ass a harsh squeeze, the tips of his fingers bruising the skin, and drags your hips further up his thigh. "Don't act like you don't like it when I call you a whore," you whimper as he tightens his grip, "don't act like you don't like it when I say that this pussy, or this ass, or these tits are mine, because they are mine and you like it. Say it. Say that you like it when I say all of these things."

"I don't."

It was a lie.

"Yes, you do."

He sighs and pushes you to stand up. "I'm tired of looking at your face," he waves his hand towards the bed, "go on. Hands and knees."

And despite everything that had just been said between the two of you, you do as your told.

He tugs on your hips until your ass is resting in the air. It's a view that has him licking his lips. "Hold onto the bed," he mumbles, not waiting for you to reach for the bars of your bed frame before he is lining his cock up. Your pillow absorbs the satisfied cry when he slides into you, stretching you slowly. "I'm going to fuck this pussy like it's mine," he grunts, forgetting to wait for your body to adjust, "because, princess, this is my pussy. And you're going to take it like a good girl, aren't you?"

You're stunned to silence, too much pleasure and overstimulation leaving you without the ability to talk back. Pushing your hips back to meet each of his thrusts, your ass bounces off him and lets him go even harder, filling the room with the echo of skin slapping against each other. "Christian," you finally find your voice again, squeezing the bars until your knuckles were straining against your skin, "gonna-"

"No, you're not!" He cuts you off, grunting as he abruptly pulls out of you. You whine, backing your hips up in seek of a release, but he grips them and pushes them into the mattress. "Take it off!" He's pulling at the jersey and you were surprised that he hadn't just tried to rip it off your body. "You're not cumming with his fucking name on your back," jealously rolls so easily off his tongue, "not again."

Helping him to remove the jersey, you whimper as he tugs it harshly over your head.

"It's a little late to reach for a condom, isn't it?" You ask, turning to watch him reaching for the bedside table. Pulling it open, you feel his cock pressing into your ass as he leans forward, teasing that dull emptiness you were feeling again. "Not to mention, I keep them in the other one. Pretty sure you should know that by now."

"I'm not reaching for that," Christian replies, whatever he had taken out was concealed in the palm of his hand. His lips graze against your bare shoulder, biting down against the base of your neck and leaving a fresh hickey as he pulls away. "You've had Reece's name on your back for far too long today," turning your head you see him holding a marker pen in his right hand, "I think it's time to put my name where it's rightfully meant to be."

"Rightfully?" You raise your eyebrows. "I'm not yours," you goad him, sucking in a sharp breath as he uses his free hand to push the head of his cock against your entrance, "I can wear whatever name I want on my back; maybe I'll ask Kai for his shirt-"

"Kai has a girlfriend-"

"And so does Reece," you talk over him, "but he didn't seem to mind giving me his shirt."

He gasps and groans, relishing in the moment as slips himself back inside, feeling your walls tighten and pulsate around him. "Yes, he does," he remembers his original train of thought, releasing his hand from the base of his shaft and taking hold of your hip. His tight grip prevents you from moving your hips, much to your own displeasure. "And that girlfriend isn't you."

He bites off the pen's lid, spitting it away from both of you, and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. The tip of the marker is cold against your warm, sweat-glistened skin, and it doesn't take long to figure out he was writing PULISIC in the space between your shoulders. Your head snaps back to look at him, ignoring the ache between your legs as he stares back at you with dark, lusty eyes and a grin that could rival the Cheshire Cat.

"Watch how you look at me, princess," he warns, twirling the pen around his finger like he was gloating or something, "I might just end up writing my name on other parts of your body. Parts of your body that belong to me."

"They're not yours," you bite back. He tosses the pen carelessly over his shoulder, not caring where it landed, or if the ink would run into your bedroom carpet. "None of my body parts are yours," you still bite back, despite the whimper that slips off your lips when he grabs your bum fully in both hands, "I don't belong to you."

He's still grinning and starts to thrust into you in a slow manner that drives you crazy. "She says, despite it being my cum she just swallowed!"

"Was that supposed to be funny?"

"Wasn't a joke, baby girl. Only the truth."

Your head hangs into your chest, your eyes rolling when you hear his cocky snigger. "I hate you," you mutter under your breath.

He stops thrusting his hips, the tip only nestled inside, teasing a whimper and whine of protest to spill from your lips. "What was that?" He tuts when you don't answer him. "Oi," he gives your bum a pinch. Your head snaps back at the fleeting moment of pain, meeting that cocky grin all over again. "What did you say?"

"Nothing," you lie, wiggling your hips to try and ease the ache. He shakes his head, "no," pulling completely out of you. "Christian-"

"Tell me what you said," he cuts you off.

He wraps his hand around the base of his cock, guiding the tip between your folds, teasing you as it trails from your clit to your hole. The light touch has you squirming, whimpering, and clenching around nothing, and Christian was loving every second of it.

"Tell me what you said and I'll put my cock back in." He leans forward, kissing along the back of your shoulder and up your neck. "And that's what you really want, huh? You want this fat cock back inside of you, don't you?" He spoke directly into your ear, his lips pressed up against the shell. "Now stop being a dirty fucking brat," he rasps, making you gasp out loud, "and tell me what you said!"

Pushing up onto your elbows, you work with the minimal space available to you and turn over onto your back. You collapse back onto the mattress, your head sinking into the pillow, and look up at Christian, who props himself up on his biceps, caging you underneath him.

"Well?" He waits for you to speak, raising his eyebrows, which had a small amount of sweat to them, as he keeps hold of your gaze.

"I said, "oh, daddy, that feels so good,"" you decide to lie, internally cringing at calling him daddy. 'Daddy' was one of the few terms that were quickly made of limits during sex. Neither of you felt right about it. "So big and so good," you coo, running your hands down his toned chest. He chokes on the air as you wrap your hand around his shaft, pumping it up and down at a slow pace. "It's just perfect to fill this dirty, needy, fucking whore up." A sharp gasp follows as you slip his cock back inside.

His eyes fall shut and his jaw tenses. "Stop prattling about and tell me what you said," he says, lifting one arm off the bed. Reaching for your wrist, he pins your arm above your head. He grunts as his hips stop moving, the full length of his cock pushed deep inside of you. "Say it," he whispers, his breath touching your lips as his mouth hovers above yours.

You chase his lips, meeting the corner of his mouth as he turns his head away from you. "Fine," you sigh, wriggling your wrist to feel more comfortable, "I said I hate you."

"No, you don't."

You nod your head, biting your bottom lip to stop the moan from creeping up your throat as he rolls his hips into you. "I do," you stutter, a whimper now falling from your lips as Christian pulls back, thrusting his hips forwards as far as he could until he met resistance.

"You don't," he chuckles, "I know you don't."

"I do."

"Well, that's a shame," he drawled, the corners of his lips tugging into a lazy smile. He dips to kiss your neck, humming contently when your head instinctively rolls back to give him extra room to reach. He releases your wrist, bringing his hand down in search of your leg. "Because I like you," he whispers into your skin, grabbing you by the knee and lifting your leg higher around his waist. Your other leg follows it, your ankles locking together and caging him in. His hands cradle your face, lips brushing against your hairline as he whispers, "I like you so fucking much, baby girl."

It was a lie, you told yourself, just something to feed your delusions and to get you to cum for him. But it worked.

It always worked.

He holds his face close to yours, his lips absorbing every little sound you made as your hips moved together with his. Your skin, clammy with sweat, burned with fire, and tingled with pleasure. You cry out his name, throwing your head back into the pillow, when he brings his hand down between you both, touching your clit in a controlled and deliberate manner.

"That's it," he encourages, "give it to me." His head dips into the crook of your neck, kissing and tasting the sweat on your skin. "Give it to me, baby," you arch your body into him, feeling his chest vibrate against yours as he spoke, "fucking give it to me." Not too long after, with the encouragement of feeling you tightening and pulsating around him, he finishes inside you with a loud groan and his fingers bruising your skin as he grips your body tightly.

Convincing himself to finally pull out, you were glad to see him sitting on the edge of your bed, pulling his boxers back on as he stands. It meant that he would be leaving soon; leaving you to wallow in your regret, only for you to do it all over again the next time he calls. His head turns back, looking over his shoulder, and watches you climb off the bed. He should've stopped you, told you to stay where you were and that he would get you a warm cloth to clean yourself with, but you were already walking out of the door before he could think of the words to say.

He finds you in the bathroom, looking at your back in the mirror, trying to clean off his name. "Let me-"

"No," you sigh, failing to reach your back, "I've got it."

He ignores you and you don't protest as he takes the warm cloth from your hand. He takes care not to be too rough as he drags the cloth across your skin, wiping away his own handwriting. Out of the moment, he now realised how immature and possessive he had been writing his own surname on your back. "I'm sorry," he apologises, bending down to kiss your shoulder.

You shift uncomfortably on the spot. "Don't do that," you mumble, tightening your grip on the bathroom counter. A knot has formed in the back of your throat and you believed if you were to look at him, even for a second, you would burst into tears. Grabbing the old t-shirt you had taken into the bathroom, you pulled it over your head, ignoring Christian when he tells you he hadn't finished. "It'll come off in the shower," you mumble, trying to squeeze past him.

"Please," he reaches out to you, touching at your sides as he runs his hands up and down your sides, "I'm sorry."

"Whatever," you mutter, looking down at your feet.

He hooks his fingers under your chin, tilting your head back to look at him. His face sinks when he sees the tears brimming in your eyes. "Fuck," he mumbles, this isn't how he wanted any of this to go down. His hand cradles your face and it takes every bit of your strength not to lean into his touch. "Oh, god," he stumbles over his words, trying to apologise to you, "I didn't mean to upset you when I wrote on your back. It was immature, I know that - fuck -"

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you shove his hand away. Tears roll slowly down your cheeks, fresh tears falling from your eyes every time you blinked. "You could've written on my pussy, for all I care," you cut him off, feeling the bathroom counter press into your back as you step away from him, "I don't care about that!"

The crack in your voice makes him want to touch you, wipe away your tears, and hold you, but he doesn't move. It's the harshness in your tone that makes him stay stuck in the same spot.

"I knew this would've never worked," you dismiss yourself, a quiet sob leaving your lips as you wipe away your tears, "we actually thought you might finally crack if you saw me in someone else's jersey. How stupid I was for believing that you might have actually liked me more than just enough to have sex with me." Sniffling, you glance up at him. "But I guess I was wrong."

He frowns. "You think I only like you enough to just have sex with you?"

"Clearly," you murmur, chewing down on the pad of your thumb.

"That's not tr-"

"Don't tell me it's not the truth, when I know it is the truth, Christian! I meant it when I said you only pay me attention when it matters to you!" His expression hadn't changed and he was still frowning. "What happened? When did your needs become greater than mine? You make up excuses not to see me, but then expect me to drop everything when you call, which I do, every single time, and I hate myself for it. I hate you for it! And I know I should tell you it's over, that I can't see you anymore, because every time I let you in, I break a piece of my heart hoping that maybe, just maybe, you'll drop the roughness and tell me you love me like I love you!"

You clamp your hand over your mouth, the last part slipping out without a second thought. "I-I-I-" You're like a broken record, repeating the same thing over and over again. Never had you said those words before. Ever. They were meant to be said when you were happy, not with a face dampened with tears and pain so heavy in your chest.

"You love me?" Christian asks, the colour draining from his face.

You take a deep in, attempting to calm your hammering heart. "I don't know."

"It's a yes or no answer, Y/N." You let him take a step towards you and you let his hand sit on the back of your neck. His thumb stroking the hairs at the nape and his eyes holding your gaze as you finally look up at him again. "I'll ask you again: do you love me?"

"No."

"Don't lie to me."

"Why shouldn't I lie to you?" You ask, tears rolling down your cheeks. The pain in your chest intensifies as you look him in his eyes. Like his smile, they were burned into your mind and they were the things you saw every time you closed your eyes. "If I say yes, you're only going to break my heart. You're always breaking my heart, this time shouldn't be any different."

He shakes his head. "I never want to break your heart, Y/N."

"Then let me go."

"But I can't do that either," he replies, bringing his thumb around to caress your cheek, wiping away your tears, "I don't want to let you go."

You pull away from him, pushing his hand away. "So I must have my heart broken just so you have someone who you can fuck?" It's not what he meant but you didn't know that. The tears dry up as you scoff at him. "Very mature and toxic of you."

"No-" He sighs, trying to reach for your hand but you pull it away. The rejection stings in his chest and hurts like a punch to a gut. "Listen to me," his hands cradle your face and even as you try to fight him off.

"No, you listen to me," you raise your voice above his, finally pushing him away, "I don't want to hear whatever lie you have to tell me. So..." You step to the side, giving him enough room to leave. "So, just leave."

"I-"

"Go!" You insist, now pointing to the door.

Christian decides not to fight it, even if everything in him is screaming at him to not leave, and leaves the bathroom, his shoulders slumped and one hand cradling his face. You waited, rooted to the spot, listening as he shuffles about your apartment to collect his things. Fresh tears burned your vision and loud sob finally escapes the second your front door is closing.

He was gone.

For now.

You crawled underneath your covers, too tired to change the sheets and finding a minimum of comfort in his scent that lingered on them. Reaching for your phone, you find a couple of messages from Reece.

Reece: Did it work?

Reece: I'm gonna take the silence as a yes 🤞

You don't bother to reply.

And just as you're about turn off your phone, your phone pings.

Christian: I love you.

~~~~~~~ | F O O T B A L L T A G L I S T | ~~~~~~~

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[ginnympotter]

A home.

Happy belated birthday Ginny Weasley ily and so does Harry

Harry finally understood why Sirius was so miserable that year.

Although Kreacher was pleasant enough to him, being alone at 12 Grimmauld Place wasn't ideal. It was dark and gloomy and much too large. He didn't protest Ron moving in with George to keep him company for a second, but it was strange, being on his own. He went over to the Burrow for dinner practically every other night, and if Ron and George would stay, he would too. But when he'd return to Grimmauld after a long day of work, he never felt more isolated.

But when Ginny came home for the school holidays and would spend any time not with her family alone with him, the house took on a new life. It was bright and open and sometimes it even felt like it could be home. But maybe that was just Ginny.

It was Easter, and they were winded after some friendly Quidditch matches and a delicious meal from Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny was holding his thigh under the table, laughing at Ron and Hermione's mix of bickering and flirting, telling them to "get a room already," and Ron responded with, "fine, we will!" and grabbed Hermione's hand and dragged her from the table out the kitchen, and her cheeks blushed but she obliged. Ginny grinned victoriously, now with her brother out of sight she wouldn't get scolded for the same activities.

"Mum, we're going to Harry's," she declared as she stood up.

"That's fine, dear," Mrs. Weasley said non-chalantly. "Take some leftover tart."

Tart and Ginny in hand, they apparated to Grimmauld Place. And as soon as they closed the door behind them, Ginny's lips were on his, and one hand wrapped around her waist, and they moved toward the kitchen. "I missed you," she said against his mouth. Harry let the treacle tart slip from his hand onto the counter, before quickly using his now-free hand to run through her hair. They didn't quite make it to the bedroom for the first time round, but made it in time for the second.

As it often happened, he woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, sweating and breathing heavily. He sat up, trying to calm himself down, but he didn't have to for long, as a small hand touched his arm. "It's okay," Ginny said softly. "You're safe, Harry."

He swallowed, nodded, and followed the pull of her hand as she moved higher up on the bed and guided his head toward her chest. He laid it there, sighing as she ran her fingers through his scalp soothingly. He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent, it acting as a sleeping draught as he drifted back off.

When he woke again, he felt the rhythm of her breathing was a miracle. He gently kissed her neck, and she hummed, opening her eyes slowly and smiling. "Hey."

He responded by kissing her lips, then her forehead, and then he pulled her to his chest this time. She happily burrowed her face into his skin and sighed. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Always better with you," he told her truthfully. And before he could shove down his courage, "I wish you could always be here."

"Me too," she replied. "But I've still got a couple months left of school."

"Well, what about after?"

She lifted her head up and looked at him. "What about it?"

"Well," he said, feeling the blush spread over his cheeks. "What if you were always here after you graduate?"

"You mean like... living here? With you?"

"I know it's not the most charming place in the world," Harry said. "It wouldn't be forever. Maybe we'd even get our own place one day, but until then, I mean-"

Ginny cut him off with a fierce kiss, and when she finally pulled away she had that blazing look he loved so much. "Yes. I'd love that. I love you."

She returned her mouth to his, and he melted into her touch, and the sun shined through the blinds, and everything felt warm. This could be a home, he thought. And this morning, as Ginny pulled him closer to her, it was beginning to feel like one.

[ichangedmycornyahhname]

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

𝔹𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪!𝔸𝕠𝕟𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕩 ℕ𝕒’𝕧𝕚!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

Warnings: Sort of smut? (Dry humping again bc I like torturing y’all) | Fingering | A little blood but nothing gory | Aonung’s punk ass | Semi-public | Reader and Aonung almost getting caught | Cute little ending

Summary: After the incident from last night, Y/N finds it difficult to get out of bed. She has a long talk with Neteyam who does his best to comfort her, but it would seem the universe was against her. Y/N once again finds herself at the mercy of Aonung. (This is part two of Forest Freak)

That morning Y/N didn’t bother getting out of bed. She wasn’t in the mood. She had curled up on her sleeping cot, her blanket wrapped around her as she stared at the wall of the Sully’s marui. Her joyful spirits had been crushed by Aonung, the stupid prick. He started all of this none-sense with her, and then acted as though he hated her. The mere thought had her curling further into herself.

The Sullys clearly took notice of her dim mood, occasionally coming to check on her and make sure she was ok. Neytiri seemed the most concerned, offering to make her meals and simply asking if Y/N was feeling alright. Of course Y/N said she was fine each time, and gave her a false smile. That’s how she’d been all morning, and her friend Neteyam was growing sick of it. He watched her from across the marui, crouched down with his hands clasped together in front of him. He knew something was up, he just needed to figure out what. With a sigh he made his way over to her, now kneeling down beside her with a hand on her shoulder.

“Y/N what is the matter? You’ve been so quiet ever since you returned to us last night. Did something happen?” His voice was soft, whispering the words out for just her to hear. His thumb rubbed soothing circles along her shoulder as he awaited a response. Yet, one never came. Neteyam grunted, shaking his head. “Alright, get up. You can’t lie here all day.” His free hand went underneath her form, scooping her up in his arms so that she now sat up. This earned a groan from Y/N.

“Teyam I’m fine, just tired.” She responded curtly before attempting to lie back down, which Neteyam didn’t allow. He kept a firm grip on her as he cradled her in his arms. “What happened ma Y/N? I won’t allow you to return home in such a poor mood.” He urged on. Finally she folded, a sigh leaving her as her eyes found Neteyam’s. “Can we talk outside? Please.”

Neteyam obliged and led her out of the marui pod, finding a secluded spot near the shore for the two to talk privately. They sat in the white sand shoulder to shoulder, allowing the calm waves to soothe each of their nerves. Well, Y/Ns more or less. Neteyam on the other hand was simply awaiting an explanation for her melancholic mood. And an explanation is what he would receive. Her voice cut through the silence of the bright morning, “Aonung..last night him and I..” She paused to steal a glance at Neteyam, who’s eyes remained focused in on the sea. This calmed her nerves a bit. “We did something, and it didn’t feel bad it’s just..right after he said he wished that I’d just leave. And..” Her voice faltered, cracking under the pressure she felt. Neteyam took notice of this, his gaze finally finding hers. “Ma Y/N, it’s okay. Take your time.”

He didn’t want to pressure her, truly he didn’t. But oh did the words she sprouted cause his heart to squeeze. He wanted to confront Aonung, to tell him just how he made his friend feel and knock some sense into him. He knew better though. He knew Y/N, and he knew how she would react to this. So, he chose to keep that feeling locked away, for now anyway.

“I’m just confused Teyam..It feels like he doesn’t like me one minute, and the next he’s longing for me.” She professed as she rested her head against his shoulder, a deep sigh flaring from her nostrils. “Hmm..don’t feel down Y/N. He’s not good enough for someone like you—“ His arm came up to wrap around her shoulders, holding her closer. They sat in silence, consoling one another with each other’s presence.

Rustle Rustle

Neteyam’s ears twitched as his eyes darted towards the noise. His brows furrowed, his jaw clenching as he pulled Y/N even closer. From within the large bushes and grass came Aonung and his sister, Tsreiya who was chatting along with Lo’ak and Kiri. Typically this wouldn’t have been an issue for him, but the sight of Aonung glaring down at Y/N irked him.

“Y/N, hey!” Lo’ak beamed as he approached them first. This caused Y/N to turn around, her eyes falling on the boy who had just called her name, then on the boy who had left her stranded. Her eyes darted between the two, her stomach beginning to twist with discomfort. She found herself leaving Neteyam’s arms in order to greet Lo’ak with a side hug. “Lo, it’s good to see you again. How’ve you been?” She inquired as she gave a friendly smile.

“Pretty good, I’ve gotten so good at riding the ilu. You wanna see?” Lo’ak had always been one to brag to Y/N, always trying to one up Neteyam. Y/N of course always reminded him that he was just as talented, though it would seem each time the words went right over his head. “Sure, maybe you can teach me too.” She said as Lo’ak led her towards the sea. As they made their way over, Y/N introduced herself to Tsreiya, making small talk as she waited for Lo’ak’s ilu to arrive. While talking to Tsreiya was thoroughly relieving, she couldn’t deny the tension that ensued as Aonung’s intense gaze remained on her. Feeling his eyes on her caused her to stutter and trip over her words, the actions becoming noticeable by Neteyam who stood beside her. Throughout the entire conversation he had been side eyeing Aonung, watching him intently. The moment was awkward, and beginning to bring her some discomfort.

“Y/N hurry up!” Lo’ak cut through the tension as his ilu splashed the water with its little fins. She departed from the group, now sloshing into the water to make way over to Lo’ak. He stood next to the ilu, his hand grasping at the saddle as he adjusted it accordingly. As he did, a light chuckle rang from him. “What’s up with you cuz? You’re acting weird.” He stated as he grasped her arm and urged her towards the ilu’s side. Y/N was a bit surprised at his observation. Lo’ak wasn’t one to ask about feelings. Usually he gave people their space, unsure of what to say. So, when the question of why she was acting weird came up, she wasn’t sure how to answer. She did her best at diverging them from the topic, hopping onto the back of the ilu rather than answering. “So how exactly do I do this? I mean, I said I wanted you to teach me.” She joked as she secured herself on the ilu’s back. The feeling was odd, the smooth skin of the animal unlike the horses around the forest.

“Oh yeah, first connect your queue. Then get used to the feeling of moving around. Here I’ll show you, give me a sec.” He says before turning away and clicking his tongue. Soon another ilu arrived, a squeak leaving its beak like face as it floated towards the boy. Lo’ak smiled at this and hopped onto its back, connecting his queue and swimming towards her.

“See, easy. Now you try.” As the Lo’ak attempted to teach her how to ride an ilu, the others joined them on their own ilu, gathering around and chatting about. Though from what she could tell, the conversations were lackluster and mainly riding on Kiri, and Tsreiya for support. However, she chose to focus on the task at hand. Connecting her queue with the ilu’s sent a shiver up her spine, the two quickly adjusting to one another. “Good boy..” She muttered as she leaned forward to stroke the creatures side. It would seem that the two would get along well, that and it was much easier than connecting with an Ikran. She cringed at the thought.

“Now go, I’ll be right behind you.” Lo’ak said as he urged her to go. Sucking in a breath, she did as he said, now gliding through the water at a moderate speed. While it was odd at first, she soon adapted to the feeling and found herself used to the water grazing against her. And then, she dived.

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Y/N was no good in the water, not one bit. Her first dive was a fail, managing to dampen her mood. She sat on her ilu, clothes drenched along with the rest of her body. Stray streams of water fell across her face, tickling her skin. A frown remained on her face as Lo’ak sat awkwardly, doing his best to console her along with Tsreiya. On the other hand Aonung stifled a laugh, that god awful smirk cursing his face. She glared at him from the distance, her hands curled into themselves, now balling in fists. “You’ll get it next time Y/N.” Tsreiya comforted, her hand rubbing at the girls back. Kiri agreed, nodding her head as she approached the group. They did their best to comfort her, and while they did Neteyam swam up to Aonung.

His expression hadn’t changed, instead worsening into a harsh glare. He was not happy with Aonung, or how he teased his friend. “I thought I told you to respect my friend, and yet you did the complete opposite.” He snapped, causing Aonung’s smile to fade in an instant. “Me? I have no clue what you are talking about.” Sarcasm laced Aonung’s voice as his hands came up in defense.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. If you aren’t going to treat Y/N right, then leave her alone.” Neteyam hissed out. “Y/N? And why would I ever think about that freak?-“ The metkayina boy sniggered, his eyes watching Neteyam closely. The rivalry didn’t go unnoticed, and although no one could quite make out their discussion, the tension was clear. Kiri was the first to point this out, her eyes rolling before she spoke. “You two look like you’re about to kill each other. What’s going on?” This caught the attention of everyone, their eyes falling on the two curiously.

“Nothing.” Neteyam said as he shot a glare Aonung’s way. Anyone with eyes could see something was going on, and Y/N knew exactly what. She swam forward, her ilu coming between the two. “Actually, Aonung we need to talk.” This statement warranted some oh’s from Lo’ak who was suddenly teasing and picking at Aonung. Aonung shot him a glare before glancing towards Y/N, his brow quirking with curiosity. “Fine freak, let’s talk.” Y/N could only roll her eyes at this.

The two made their way away from the group, their ilu’s swimming side by side until finally they stopped behind a large rock that was big enough to hide them from the group. The privacy was enough to bring Y/N a bit of comfort, an exhale coming from her as her shoulders slumped. “What is it forest freak? You’re taking up my valuable time.” This earned a scowl from Y/N, her eyes narrowing at his smug face. “I’m just— I’m wondering—“ She paused, attempting to find the words. This abrupt pause had Aonung on his toes, ready and willing to hear what she had to say. He knew exactly what she wanted to talk about, but Eywa was seeing her struggle so satisfying.

“Last night..we uhm— I’m just confused. One minute you were telling me to say your name, and now you’re not saying a word to me. And what you said last night..it hurt.” Her words were hesitant, as was her gaze which struggled to remain on his. Aonung adored the way her voice faltered. He urged his ilu forward, now floating next to her thigh to thigh. The subtle touch had Y/Ns breath hitching, her eyes studying his. She knew he would do this. That he wouldn’t listen to her words, but instead would find a way to make this about sex. “I have no clue what you’re talking about forest girl. Saying my name? I don’t remember telling you such a thing.” He chuckled, his eyes darkening as he watched the way she pursed her lips. Her big amber eyes unimpressed by his false cluelessness.

“Fuck, I knew you wouldn’t listen. You never listen—“ She cursed out as she began to inch her ilu away. Aonung took notice of this, his hand gripping at her thigh in order to keep her still. His hand squeezed at the fat of her leg, the feeling becoming a reminder of the night before. Y/N gulped, already anxious to see his next move. “Why don’t you tell me about how I made you feel then. Tell me exactly how it felt.” His words caused her core to throb, her lids blinking rapidly at him. He wanted her to do what? “How I felt..?” She stuttered out, only achieving a laugh from Aonung. “Yes forest girl, tell me how I made you feel.” His hand inched up, caressing the top of her thigh until his finger tips grazed the hem of her jean shorts. Her breath hitched at the burn of his hand, her own hand soon falling on his abdomen for support. She could feel his core tighten at her gentle touch, sensitive under her palm.

“It made me feel weird..It was my first time feeling that way..” The girl breathed out as she felt his fingers fiddle with the button of her shorts. “Yeah..? What else forest girl?” He retorted as his face came down mere inches away from hers. His fingers now played with the hem of her panties, the lacy line making him even more curious. This earned a few shaky breaths from her, her brows furrowing at the lack of friction. “It felt good..really good..I liked the way your lips felt on my neck..”

He groaned at this statement, his nose now nuzzling into her nape. His big hand hadn’t moved from the top of her panties, instead resting there as he allowed his canines to nip and graze her skin. “Like this pretty girl?” His sultry words caused her to sigh, her eyes shutting as he explored her body. “Yes, just like that..” She muttered before finally his hand slipped into her panties, his fingers being greeted by the warm juices coating her slit. She gasped at the obscure feeling, her head now resting against his as he lapped and bit at her neck. “Keep going pretty girl..tell me more..” His captivating voice rumbled against her throat, causing her to whine out. His fingers worked at her cunt, swirling his middle finger around her clit. This elicited a few whimpers and sighs from the na’vi girl, her mind becoming clouded with lust as Aonung worked her towards an orgasm. “I liked the way your thigh felt down there..”

“Down where? Here?” He teased, his finger dipping into her hole before slipping right back out. Y/N found herself bucking her hips at his taunting, yearning to feel more. “There..yes!” Her voice grew louder, her need for his touch growing by the second. “Shh forest freak..wouldn’t want to get caught..” He sniggered out. The insensitive nickname stung her, causing her to lift her head from his, and her hand to push him back. Her face flushed at the realization of what had just occurred, her mouth agape as her brows scrunched together in confusion. “Aonung you can’t just do that— I came here to talk, not whatever you did.” She snapped, her expression souring and her high fading. Aonung looked baffled by her instantaneous mood change, his face equally as bamboozled as him. “We are talking Y/N, we’re simply keeping one another entertained while we do so. Is that odd to you? I mean I wouldn’t be surprised freak, look at you.” In an instant his finger plunged into her, sloshing around her warm cunt as a moan erupted from her lips. She fell forward, her cunt throbbing as she gripped onto the saddle of her ilu. “Ao..nung..” Her voice wavered, her eyes glossing over with tears of pleasure.

“One last time pretty girl, say it one last time..”

“Aonung!..” His fingers were gone in an instant, his hands now pulling her off of her ilu and into the water. He hopped off of his own ilu, now leading the two to the side of the rock. He pressed her back to the rock and lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder. The angle was perfect, allowing him to slip his hand back into her pants and keep his fingers occupied. While his fingers worked at her core, his free hand gripped onto her throat, making sure her eyes never left his. “..Fuck you’re so annoying..you don’t know how hard this is. How you make me feel. Simply seeing you is enough to make me forget what I was doing, to forget what I want to say. And Eywa do I hate you for it…” His voice was harsh, degrading. Yet his face looked as though it was pained by the mere sight of her. “You think I don’t hate you too? Every time I try to push you away, or tell you how I feel— oh fuck..” Her legs jolted, a strike of pleasure hitting her as his fingers pressed against the spongy spot inside. “You just do this..every single— oh shit..- fucking time..and it hurts when you call me those— shit! Names..” This confession irked Aonung, his movements faltering for a moment. But only for a moment. He began to curl his fingers even quicker, drawing mewls and moans from her plush lips. His eyes scanned her body, taking in the way her body tensed with every passing moment. She was close, that much was apparent. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a chaste kiss, lingering there before eventually pulling back. “Fuck I hate you.” He grunted out as his hand left her throat and reached down to roll her clit between his fingers.

“Oh my eywa..oh my—“

“Y/N?” A voice called from the distance, concern lacing their tone. Her hand clasped over her mouth, her bottom lip now stuck between her teeth. It was Lo’ak. The poor boy was nearing a sight he certainly wouldn’t want to see. Panic swarmed her eyes, only egging on Aonung even more. He slipped his fingers out of her and flipped her around, her front now pressed against the rocks cool wet surface. Her hands found their way on the rock, now grasping at it and peeking over the side. Aonung leaned in, his hot breath fanning against her ear as he pressed his length against her ass. “Go ahead, talk to him forest girl..”

“Y/N! Are you okay? You and that jerk have been gone for a while.” Lo’ak questioned as he floated on the other side of the rock. His brows were raised in suspicion, his arms resting by his sides as he awaited a reply. “Oh yes, I’m fine! I’m just making sure this jerk knows not to mess with mE—!” She squealed, her eyes widening as Aonung began to rut his cock against her clothed cunt, her thighs beginning to clench urgently. The change in octave most certainly did not go over Lo’aks head. In fact, he was growing more and more curious. “What’s wrong Y/N?” She choked at the question.

“Nothing nothing, the seaweed scared me that’s all. It’s very annoying today.” She gave Aonung a pointed look as she annunciated her words. This didn’t seem to deter him however, on the contrary he found himself rutting against her even harder. Y/N was absolutely relieved that the rock covered the lower part of her face, so Lo’ak didn’t have to see her jaw slacking at Aonung’s teasing. “Oh okay..well hurry up, Neteyam’s wanting to go home early to make us help with dinner or something.” He said before turning around to leave, but not before a soft moan came from Aonung, the boys usual gruffness fading for a moment. Lo’ak halted, turning around to give a weird look before leaving. How embarrassing, she thought as she let her head rest against the rock.

“Get your ass over here.” Aonung said as he pulled her back flush against his chest. She glanced up to see him, now staring into each other’s eyes as his thrusting became rougher. His clothed cock bucked against her clit perfectly, causing her to knit her brows and scrunch up her nose. “Keep going jerk..” She demanded as her hips began to match his movements, doing her best to keep up with his unmanaged thrusts. “Jerk? Ohh, I like when you act like that freak..c’mere..” His hand found her jaw, now lifting her head up to bring her into a messy kiss. Spit dribbled everywhere, their tongues lashing out while Aonung attempted to nip and bite at her lip. His grip on her jaw remained firm, keeping her at just the right angle. His other hand shimmied down to her lower stomach and pressed against it, managing to keep her steady enough to speed up his thrusts.

“Come on pretty girl..I know you wanna..” He huffed out, receiving a whimper in response. “Cum all over me pretty, wanna feel your juices on my cock..” He mumbled before she bit onto his lower lip, a bit of blood dripping down as her juices rolled down the side of her leg. The sticky stream of slick decorated his loincloth, making his jaw clench and his thrusts to become sloppy with need. “So good for me..” He breathed before a groan rumbled in his throat and his head fell back, white strings of cum now spirting out onto her belly and the rock. “Oh fuck…” He cussed, his tongue gliding across his lip and taking in the metallic taste of blood. His abdomen flexed with each slow thrust until eventually his movements stopped. With his loincloth now painted with cum, he figured it’d be best to wait until the others departed. Y/N was beginning to settle down from her high, her head lulling back onto his chest as she gripped onto his hand which still rested on her stomach.

“Don’t leave this time..please.” She whimpered out, startling the heavy breathing Aonung. His hand left her jaw, now finding her cheek to stroke any loose hairs. “I won’t..it’s not like we could hide it this time. You marked me so much that my mom would have to say something. She was already curious about what happened to my back.” With a chuckle and a sigh they for once found themselves in a blissful silence, holding each other close and savoring this fleeting moment.

[r0b1ns]

Could you do a Rick Grimes male reader story where reader catches Rick masturbating and leads reader asking to give him a blow job and smut

Here it is, sorry it came out short, I need more experience writing Rick, hope you still like it.

SURPRISE

RICK GRIMES X MALE READER

CW: n/sfw, AMAB reader, one or two curse words, blow job, a little rough

WORD COUNT: 800+

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"hey, you know where Rick is?" You asked Michonne as you passed the children area, where she was playing and looking after Judith.

"Probably at home, I took Judith on me so he gets to rest a little"

"Thanks, have fun" you smiled and started lightly jogging to Rick's house, The sand and concrete squeaking under your shoes, the light breeze messing up your hair. It was quite this afternoon, the guys went for a supply run yesterday, everyone has food for now, everyone's happy.

You were about to knock on the door when it opened and almost went flying into your face.

"Oh sorry, you ok? what are you doing here?" Carl asked, he had a bag on his shoulder, looking like he was going somewhere

"Just came to check on your dad. Going somewhere?"

"Oh yeah, I'm meeting with Enid, just forgot something at home" he stated as he stood awkwardly at the door.

"Ok well, have fun" you said your goodbyes, going in separate directions.

The house was quite, too quite. You'd expect Rick to be doing something, he wasn't one for sulking around, but just as you were wondering if he went out you heard a grunt from upstairs. Rick's room.

You panicked and ran up the stairs, was he hurt? You though maybe it was a walker, but your worries faded when you entered the room.

There he was, Rick, as you expected. But what you did not expect was to find him laying on his bed, supporting his weight with his one arm, and the other slowly stroking his cock.

The sight sent a sudden heat to your bottom, but you soon been brought back to life when Rick noticed you at the door, standing there and staring at his "hand".

You made eye contact, the air was paralyzing. You couldn't move, but he could.

He didn't cover up, or try to get you out of the room, what you thought he'd do when he came dangerously close to you, but instead you felt his warm hand on your cheek, stroking your lips with his thumb.

"I heard you at the door, didn't know you were coming" he smirked and glared at your lips, where his thumb was still resting.

You couldn't say anything, you weren't sure why, because of the embarrassment, or because the man you were dreaming of for months was standing right there, completely naked and touching you?

Probably both.

Than you felt a pair of dry lips on yours, they tasted good, like the last dinner you had. they were chappy, but also surprisingly soft.

You didn't stop to take a breath, as Rick grabbed your shirt collar and led you to his bed, where he was pleasuring himself earlier. He squeezed your ass with his firm hand, wrapping his other around your neck and holding up your face.

"Why don't you help me, and I'll help you" he looked down, and only now you noticed your erection, uncomfortably pressing against your jeans.

You let out a cry when he pinned you down on the bed, lifting up your shirt and kissing up your stomach and chest, reaching your nipples. You let out a moan, feeling the warm tongue circling and sucking on it, the heat in your stomach becoming unbearable.

This sensation didn't last long, which disappointed you, instead Rick stood up, leaving you laying there alone and cold.

"Come here" he tapped on his thigh, spreading his legs a little.

Of course you obliged, going down on your knees on the hard and cold floor, grabbing Rick's muscular thighs to balance yourself.

"Go ahead pretty boy" he took your chin between his two fingers, and his cock with his free hand, guiding you to him. The nickname made you feel some type of way, wishing you'd hear it again.

You slowly took his tip into your mouth, earning a groan from him. You could taste the bitter pre cum that was leaking from it on your tongue.

You slowly bobbed your head up and down, going deeper inch by inch. You could feel a thick vein going up his length, feeling his head pocking the back of your throat making you gag.

"You're doing a good job, keep going" he said stroking your hair and than suddenly gripping it making you moan. It sent vibrations to his cock, making him tighten the grip and let out more grunts.

Your scalp burned, throat aching, and tears threatening to fall out. You enjoyed it, it made you so unbelievably hard you could barely focus on keeping your teeth out of the way.

"Fuck, yeah...come on"

You felt his cock twitching in your mouth, and his grip on your hair tightening even more, if it was possible, and if not for your throbbing cock, or Rick's, deep down your throat you'd be afraid your hair will be ripped out.

If not, he'd sertanly have nail marks on his thighs for a few days.

"Im- I'm coming..fuc-" he cried out and before you knew it a warm sticky sensation went down your throat, almost making you choke. But you stayed there to suck and clean every last bit of his cum, after all you're a-

"Good boy" Rick let out a breath, taking out his sticky and softening cock out of your mouth.

"Now. Should I return the favor?"

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!GIF IS NOT MINE!

[ticklishraspberries]

Communication (Abigail/Sebastian)

Summary: Sebastian struggles to be vulnerable, but Abigail has ways of dragging him out of his shell. (For Day #3, "Cuddles" of Tickletober!! Took a shot in the dark at writing this pairing, I really hope I did their characterization justice. Hope you enjoy!!)

Sebastian isn’t good at communicating his needs.

Abigail notices it when they’re just friends, and learns quickly how to read him. But when they shared a kiss after band practice one night, after he walked her home in the dark despite her insisting she was capable of doing it alone, she told him that if this were to work out, if he wanted to be with her, he would have to learn to tell her things. To be open, and vulnerable.

He wasn’t thrilled about the request, but had begrudgingly obliged. He would tell her when he was busy with work, when he was too anxious to leave the house, when his step-father was getting on his nerves.

She told him things, too. Like how her parents don’t understand her, how she wants to be free to explore all that Stardew Valley has to offer. He takes her into the caves for the first time, and jokes about the horrified look on her father’s face if he could see them doing such a thing. It makes her laugh, a little too loud, alerting some creature dwelling in the mines, and they quickly scurry back up the ladder, giggling like they’re kids again.

One thing that Sebastain still struggles to voice is his desire for affection. He hesitates before reaching out, like he isn’t sure if he should hold her hand. When she notices this, she takes the initiative, and grabs his hand, relishing in the blush that spreads across his cheeks.

Holding hands is one thing. Cuddling is a whole other hurdle.

They’re in his bedroom, sitting on his bed. Music plays softly from his radio, and he’s reading a comic book while she plays a game on her phone. It’s natural, comfortable. Except for the fact that Sebastian keeps squirming, pointedly moving closer to her while making no effort to actually hold her.

It’s as adorable as it can be frustrating, honestly. She knows that this is new to him, somewhat new to her, too. She rolls her eyes, puts her phone aside, and pushes him back against the mattress, giggling at his surprised sound, the comic he’d been reading flopping onto the floor and shutting itself.

“You made me lose my page,” he grumbles, but the pink of his cheeks and the smile tugging at his lips tells her that he isn’t upset at all.

“And you keep distracting me from my game,” she replies. “If you want to cuddle, you can just ask, Seb.”

The word cuddle makes him visibly cringe, like it embarrasses him just to hear it. He doesn’t deny it though. He just opens his arms, a wordless invitation, and she happily lays against his chest and sighs, content, as he hugs her to him.

“You’re a dork,” she murmurs.

“Shut up,” he replies, no venom in his voice.

But Abigail gives a gasp, glaring up at him in an incredibly unconvincing manner. “That’s not very nice. I’m your girlfriend now, you can’t talk to me like that.”

Sebastian smirks. “Or what?” he asks.

Abigail hadn’t thought that far, but the solution comes to her as easy as breathing. It's what she does whenever he’s being difficult, what she’s watched Sam do since they were younger and Sebastain was somehow even moodier.

Muscle memory guides her hands to the incredibly sensitive spot at the bottom of his ribs, and she squeezes at it without mercy.

The reaction is immediate: Sebastian shrieks, a noise so high-pitched and ridiculous, no one would believe it came from the moodiest boy in all of Pelican Town.

“Wait, wait—” he starts to say, but he’s cut off by his own laughter when she goes for his belly instead, pushing up his hoodie for access to his bare skin.

“No waiting!” Abigail declares. “All I want to hear from you is an apology. Begging will also suffice.”

She watches his every twitch, every helpless smile. He ought to laugh more, really. With her immaculate sense of humor, as well as an extensive knowledge of his ticklish spots, she’s sure she can remedy this problem.

He doesn’t seem to be fighting her off much, and she wonders if he’s having fun. But if getting him to admit he wants to cuddle is already a struggle, getting him to say he enjoys tickle fights would be like pulling teeth.

When Abigail goes for his hips, he finally cracks. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” he cries, hands uselessly pushing at her.

She stops, grinning. “There we go. Was that so hard?”

Without waiting for an answer, she snuggles right back up to his chest as if nothing had happened, except he’s breathing twice as hard, and he’s much warmer now, too.

She doesn’t realize her mistake until it's too late. She always forgets that Sebastian is actually quite strong, and it only takes him a moment to wrap her in his arms and swap their positions, so that he’s hovering over her instead.

As she shrieks with her own bout of laughter, she catches a glimpse of his fond smile through tears of mirth. She figures some revenge is worth it, just to see him smile like that.

[icycoldninja]

Hi I loved your Terroble ideal one shot and I would like request a sequel where the reader finally stand out for herself and tell what she really think to her parents or run away from her house. Could you do this please ?

Yes, here you go, hope you enjoy!

I'm free (Dante x Reader angst)

Staring out the dusty, moldy window with tears running down your cheeks, you watched the sun set behind clouds of bright pink, orange, and lavender; the only beautiful thing visible from this God-forsaken house.

Just two days ago, you'd been ripped away from your boyfriend by your horrible, controlling parents, only to be locked in your old room with no food, no phone, and no choice but to remain there and endure their abuse till the end of time. You never thought you'd be trapped here like this again, but you were, and there wasn't anything you could do about it.

It was during times like these when your self esteem was at its lowest. Why were you so weak? Why were you such a doormat when it came to standing up for yourself? Why couldn't you muster the strength to tell your parents no, that you loved your boyfriend and that you were a grown adult who had no obligation to obey them anymore? Why couldn't you be more like Dante who did whatever wanted, whenever he wanted, not taking crap from anyone. You could imagine him chuckling at you, walking up and wrapping his arm around your shoulder before cheering you up with a silly joke or a goofy remark.

"The hell you sitting around feeling sorry for yourself for?" You could imagine him asking. "Be badass. Break out! Come back to me."

It was then when you decided you wanted to break free, no matter what your parents did to try and stop you.

You waited until very late at night, when your parents were asleep, to use one of your chairs to bash the window open. Your parents, who were sure you would be too spineless to attempt to escape, had never bothered to reinforce the windows, so the glass was easy to break. Though smashing the window open made quite a bit of noise, you were prepared; you'd placed your dresser in front of your door. Now that the window was open, you heaved your mattress out of it, wincing when it made a particularly loud "thud" upon hitting the ground. Taking in a deep breath and channeling your inner badass, you leaped out of the window and crashed down relatively harmlessly onto the mattress. As you expected, your parents had woken up because of all the commotion and were now angrily banging on your bedroom door, attempting to break in. Of course, you were well ahead of him, and were able to scramble to your feet and make a mad dash down to the driveway. You could hear your parents shouting at you through the window, screaming all kinds of awful things,

"You ungrateful wench! You'll never be welcome here again! Go ahead, run away like the useless tramp you are, and die alone in a ditch! You're not our daughter anymore and you never will be!"

Who cared what they said? Right now, you had the thing you'd b wishing for since the day you realized you lived in an abusive household. You were finally free.

Grinning like a lunatic, you sprinted down the road, brushing past signs and speeding across crosswalks until a familiar building popped into sight. The fading neon sign stood out against the darkness of the night sky, filling you with a sense of hope and excitement. Giggling madly, you burst through the doors, feeling more excited than ever to see the familiar white-haired devil hunter sitting at the desk in there.

"Dante!" You shouted, running up to him with a big smile.

"Y/N?" Dante couldn't believe his eyes; he leaped from his seat, threw aside the magazine in his hands, and threw his arms around you. "You're back! How?"

"I escaped," You said, smiling. "It took a lot...but I did it. I got out. I'm free." Laughing, Dante squeezed you tight, further trapping you in his hold.

"I'm so proud of ya, babe!" He pulled away and pressed a big kiss to your cheek. "Come on, let's get you something warm to drink. Then you can hang out with me all night."

"Doing what?" You asked, as Dante led you towards the kitchen.

"Whatever you want!" He responded, tossing a mug into your hands. "You're free now, remember?"

[maladaptive-day-dreams]

merry Christmas! soooo like what about Robin Christmas sex

the way i have been thinking about this since you sent it today. I have only now been able to escape the grasp of familial obligations to write some filth for you pls enjoy

(this is so long and was so not the plan but it had a mind of it's own and is so filthy and so much kept showing up and adding itself on and this is what it became)

nsfw under the cut (xmas shenanigans, fingering, oral (giving and receiving), semi-public play, at the table & on the table, toys, squirting, strap, so many o's for xmas)

Christmas Eve was supposed to be a fun evening for you and your wife Robin—this is your first holiday season since you tied the knot—but instead the two of you got home from a day full of two family-wide parties and passed out in bed the instant you laid down.

Because of this though, you wanted to make sure Christmas was extra special for your wife. So Robin woke up bright, but not too early, writhing in pleasure as you sucked on her clit and pumped your fingers in and out of her. The two of you had agreed early on in your relationship that morning sex was the best sex even if one of you wasn't awake when it was initiated, so she had no problem with your lips kissing her cunt and pulling an orgasm from her while her hands pulled on your hair.

The first of what will be many orgasms of the day, washed over Robin quickly, her hands tightening in your hair, legs clamping shut on your ears, back arching off the bed. You continued to lap at her release as she shuddered, only getting up once her legs were no longer around you in a vice grip.

Robin wanted to return the favor, so you let her, once the two of you got into the shower. Instead of her mouth though, you got pushed against the shower wall, her fingers in your cunt and the shower head beating down on your clit. She held you up and washed your body with soft touches after you came so hard that your legs turned to jelly. The two of you were in there until the water ran cold. Wet hands running over wet bodies, mouths latched onto each other's as you made out lazily getting each other hot and bothered again before you were forced out by the reminder of your parents coming over for a Christmas Day lunch and gift exchange.

Shortly after the two of you got changed, both sets of parents showed up at your front door. Robin answered because you had to run to the bathroom, but before long you were coming up behind her, discretely slipping something into her front pocket before embracing your in-laws and parents.

Robin smirks as her hand makes her way into her pocket to find the remote for your favorite vibrator.

The afternoon goes smoothly, easily despite your slight excitement and anxiety at your wife's refusal to turn on the toy yet. Presents are exchanged, and you thank your in-laws for the very thoughtful couples massage certificate accompanied by a well-intended, "you look a little wound up lately (y/n), we thought you would enjoy it!"

As soon as the first syllable of a "awe, thank you" leaves your lips a button is pressed and the soft vibrations of the toy sitting snugly in your pussy start up. You cough to cover up the change in your tone and ask if everyone is ready for lunch.

The four parents make their way to the table while you and Robin head to the kitchen to get the food. You're getting ready to bring out the mashed potatoes and vegetables but Robin stops you with a hand to your throat bringing your lips to hers in a searing kiss. Her free hand finds its way under your skirt and between your legs to tap on the base of the vibrator pulsing incessantly in your cunt. You moan into her mouth and whimper at the loss of her warm hand between your thighs and her wet mouth on yours. "Shouldn't keep them waiting baby," she smiles as she moves past you to the sink to wash her hands.

When you emerge from the kitchen you expect the two end seats to be open for you and Robin but instead they're taken by your fathers, and your mothers sit across from the two empty chairs left for you and your wife.

"We thought the newlyweds would want to sit beside each other for your first time hosting Christmas Lunch," you mom smiles at you as you put the food in the center of the table. Robin comes out behind you shortly and places the ham on the end by her father before sitting down beside him and letting him do the honors of cutting the ham. As you sit the vibrator ups its intensity and you clear your throat to hid the groan you almost let slip.

Dinner goes well, chit chat is bouncing around the table while you sit as still as possible to not move the toy too much. Once everyone is finished eating your mom's take it upon themselves to clear the table and you thank them graciously. As they maneuver around your table and kitchen you feel Robin's hand graze your thigh. You squeeze your legs together but that only pushes her on and her hand slides up up up to your panty-free pussy. You do your best to stay paying attention to your father-in-laws conversation as your wife trails two fingers up your wet cunt from vibrator to clit and rubs tight circles into the bud. You're laughing and smiling until Robin's other hand presses a button on the remote in her pocket and the vibrator shoots up two speeds. You cough to cover your moans and one cough accidentally turns into a small fit. Her hands leave you as you sip some water and Robin suggests your parents head out so you can get some tea and relax in case you're getting sick. You stand slowly and Robin quickly wipes her hands off on her slacks before the two of you say goodbye to your family.

As soon as you close the door behind them, Robin reaches around you to lock and deadbolt it before picking you up swiftly and fervently kissing you. Your arms are around her neck and your legs around her waist as she walks you somewhere into your home. Before long you're being laid down on something hard, your eyes opening to see your wife's beautiful face and the dining room chandelier above you. Robin goes back to kissing you, her hands untucking your shirt from your skirt and roaming your body. Hands trail up your stomach to your bra-clad breasts and you arch into her so she can rope her arms around you to unclasp it and rid you of both that and your shirt.

Your nipples harden in the open air of your dining room and Robin's hands find your tits and squeezes, rolling each nipple between her fingers before trailing licks and kisses down your neck to the valley of your breasts. She takes turns sucking and nipping and licking at your nipples, your hips bucking up into her, cunt soaked from the table play and toy that continues to pulse inside of you.

She smiles as she kisses down your stomach and falls to her knees in front of your cunt. "You're so pretty splayed out on our table like my sweet, sweet dessert." She flips up your skirt and licks a stripe up your bare cunt before tapping on the base of the vibrator. "How much do you want my mouth huh? How much?" You cry out as she grasps the toy and slowly pulls it out of your aching hole, a string of arousal connects you to the toy still before she drops the toy to the ground, your cunt clenches around nithing and she dives into your cunt and licking into you and drinking up every last bit of you. One hand meets yours on your stomach and you intertwine your fingers and squeeze as her free hand finds its way to your cunt and she rubs circles around your clit. The vibrator worked you up so much that it doesn't take long for you to reach the edge, your release breaking into you at a speed that has your head spinning and your pussy clenching and coming undone so much that you drench Robin. "Fuck babe, you just squirted." You shy away from Robin's touch until she stands and moves your hands from your face and says "that was the hottest shit ever" and kisses you with your juices still on her lips.

You makeout lazily again before Robin scoops you up again and the two of you move somewhere else in the house. This time, you know where you are as soon as you land on a softer place. Robin drops you gently onto the bed, unzips and takes off your skirt and then strips for you, your eyes raking over every inch of your wife as her clothing is discarded. You close your eyes and sight contentedly as Robin fumbles for something in the closet.

SHe clears her throat and you sit up, eyes going straight to the purple silicone dick resting between Robin's bare thighs. You make eye contact with her and slowly slink off the bed and onto your knees in front of her without breaking eye contact. She smiles at you once you find your place beneath her and then she grips her strap and taps the tip on your lips. You open your mouth for her and she rests the tip on your tongue before rutting her hips forward into your mouth. The new toy hits the back of your throat and you take control, closing your lips around it and sucking. Bobbing your head up and down, getting the toy nice and wet with spit. Robin's hand comes to the back of your head and she sets a new pace for you, quick and dirty and hitting the back of your throat until your eyes start to tear up and then she pulls out of your mouth with a pop, a line of spit connecting you to the toy.

She holds out a hand to you and you take it to stand before she turns you to face the bed and smacks your ass hard enough to push you forward towards the bed. You climb on on all fours and she comes to kneel behind you, one of her hands coming to your hip and the other pushing your upper back down towards the bed. Once she'd happy with your ass in the air, Robin grips the strap and runs it through your wet folds, the tip tapping your clit and causing you to moan.

It's with the end of this moan that Robin pushes all the way in to you to the hilt. You cry out in pleasure as Robin starts to pull out and spur forward at an unrelenting pace. Thighs smacking thighs and she scent of sex and your arousal hang in the air around the two of you. You start to slip from your place on your elbows, the side of your face finding a soft landing in the pillow in front of you. Her thrusts up in pace and her hand reaches around to your front to play with your clit. The sensitive bud needing not much coaxing before you're third orgasm of the night hits like a freight train and your pussy clenches around Robin's silicone cock. You gush and squirt again, this time drenching the toy and Robin's thighs in your orgasm.

"Such a good girl, you've done so well baby, took my cock so so well." Robin murmurs in your ear as she leans over your spent body. She pulls out from you and you whine at the loss of her body heat and the toy filling you so full.

You turn over in a haze, getting comfortable on your back and say, "wanna make you feel good Rob. You've been focusing on me wanna get you off again."

Robin smiles at you and reassures you that you don't need to but you insist. "Sit on my face, grab the headboard, I don't need to move to make you cum."

So she does as you ask, climbing onto the bed and pecking your lips before moving up your chest and hovering over your face. "I said sit," you remark before pulling her thighs down so her wet pussy covers your face.

Your hot breath on her cunt has Robin shivering above you before she hesitantly grinds down on your face, your nose catching on her clit and causing her to moan. You dart your tongue out between her folds and lick and lap at her cunt. She continues to grind her clit onto your nose as you tongue-fuck her with each sway of her hips.

"So close, baby, I'm s-so close," Robin breathes out, legs quivering above you. You hold her down onto you with your arms and eat her out with a fervor, going back and forth between fucking her with your tongue and sucking at her clit. "Stay there, right there, YES!" Robin exclaims when you suck harsher on her clit. You do as she says and keep your lips on her sensitive bud, sucking harder and harder until her orgasm hits her in waves and she soaks your face not once but three different times with three different gushes of cum.

You help her shift down your body and smile up at her while she smiles down at you. "Looks like we need another shower," you say with a chuckle. Robin laughs with you saying, "I don't think I could stand even if I tried. Bath instead?"

You nod and the two of you move to make and sink into a hot bath, falling asleep and getting a bit too pruney before Robin taps you awake and the two of you move back to the bedroom and crawl into bed after tossing the very wet comforter on the ground.

Laundry is a problem for tomorrow.