#//i honestly should be in bed right now but i woke up hungry so

[sweetsreverie]

I absolutely love the Ghost x Pink!Reader fic you wrote! Could you write a sequel? Maybe a breakfast next morning + cute and fluffy waking up with Simon. Those two were apart from each other for a while I assume so being a bit clingy is understandable.

summary: pt. 2 of this opposites attract fic. you and simon spend the morning together before he leaves once more.

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x female reader

wc: 1,147

Simon and the rest of 141 slept soundly that night. Simon was glad to be at home with you, in his own bed, and the others were glad to not be sleeping on the ground and in a proper house. You’d also given Soap a sherpa-lined blanket to sleep under, and he definitely enjoyed that.

As happy as you were to have Simon home for the night, you knew it was going to be just that: for the night. He would probably be leaving as soon as the sun came up, and it wouldn’t be too out of the ordinary for you to wake up to his side of the bed empty and cold.

But when you woke up the next morning and opened your eyes, he was still beside you. He wasn’t asleep, but rather just resting beside you as you did.

“You guys haven’t left yet?” You ask him softly, and you stretch your arms out towards him, which he welcomes. You lean over and put your head on his chest, with your arm around his waist. Simon isn’t always one for cuddling, but he always lets you rest against him.

“We should probably be gone by now. But I don’t hear Price making a fuss so we must be fine.” Simon says softly in his gravelly morning voice that you’d come to love so much. His hair is tousled and his eyes are droopy, and it just makes you want to tuck him in once more.

“Let him make a fuss in my house. He’ll see.” You mumble against him, and you feel the small chuckle that leaves Simon.

“Yeah. you’ll give him hell, won’t you.”

“That’s right.”

Simon gives the top of your head a little tap of his fingertips, and he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and brushes some hair away from your face once you turn and look up at him. 

His touch is featherlight as always.

“We should get up though. Don’t want those bums to think they can stay here forever.” Simon murmurs, and when he moves to try and sit up, your grip around his middle tightens.

“Five more minutes?” You ask him hopefully, and he settles back down in his spot on the bed.

You and Simon spend a few more minutes in the bed before you get up, and you make your way to the kitchen after freshening up in the bathroom, and Simon stays behind to brush his teeth.

The three other men are awake by the time you enter the room, and Price was already working on folding the blankets and cleaning up the pillows and things.

“Are you guys hungry? I can make some tea or coffee- I think we have some biscuits too?” You offer them, and honestly you don’t have a ton in the kitchen, considering you weren’t expecting to be feeding guests any time soon.

“That would be wonderful, thank you very much Y/N. We’ll be out of your hair shortly. Thank you for letting us stay the night here.” Price says while he takes a seat on the couch, and Soap sits down at the kitchen table while you start warming up a kettle of water.

“You know, I think Ghost is real lucky to have a woman like you in his life.” Soap says, and not even a second later, Simon steps in, clad in his gear and some clean clothes.

“And why is that?” He asks, and while you could barely contain the giggle that left you, Soap was quick to shut up. Simon’s hand brushes against your waist while he passes by you in the kitchen, and that definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by the others. 

The five of you sip on tea and munch on biscuits, and you know that shortly after, Simon is going to pack up his things and head out again.

Simon hates having to leave you. He hates not being able to tell you where he is, or when he’ll be home. That is.. if he comes home.

So while Price, Soap, and Gaz start to pack their things into the truck they came here in, Simon takes you back to the bedroom and sits on the bed with you. He sits with you on his lap, and one of your arms is around his neck while you lean against him.

“You know I’ll be back soon, love. I always come back to you, don’t I?” Simon asks you, and he reaches up to tuck some hair behind your ear. You nod, though you still always fear the worst while he’s away.

“You do. But that doesn’t mean I don’t worry about you while you’re gone.” You tell him softly, and he puts his hand on your knee and gives it an assuring squeeze.

“I don’t want you to worry yourself sick over me, Y/N. You know that.” Simon says while he rests his chin on top of your head. Simon doesn’t want to imagine you worrying about him while he’s away. He wants you to just take care of yourself, and he’ll return in due time. 

“Meeting your team makes me feel better, you know.” You tell him, and Simon lets out a quiet chuckle while he shifts on the bed, and gives you a gentle nudge so you stand up, and he stands up also.

“C’mon. I gotta get going” Simon says while he leads you out of the bedroom, and he slips his mask over his head during the short walk outside. You take his hand as you walk, and as the two of you exit the house, Soap grins at the sight of Ghost holding hands with someone.

“Alright, you guys be safe, okay? And you take care of my Simon.” You tell them, and Gaz lets out a quiet chuckle while Price gets in the truck.

“We all look out for each other, so don’t you worry. He’s in good hands. Mostly.” Gaz says while he looks over at Soap, who narrows his eyes at the man briefly.

“Alright, you two say your goodbyes then.” Soap says, and he glances at Gaz before the two of them climb in the truck.

Simon turns to you then, and he brushes a gloved finger over your cheek carefully. 

“I love you. I’ll see you soon, yeah?” He says in a hushed voice, as if the guys in the truck could hear him.

“I love you too. Take care of yourself and them. Come back home to me, Simon.” You return, and you stand up on your toes slightly to kiss his cheek over the mask before he gives you a wave, and he climbs in the car with the rest of 141.

You watch as they pull away from the house, and you and Simon share a glance before the truck disappears over the hill.

tag list: @ho3forghost @juggernaunt @shellfishb34ch @redpool

[luvkyu]

hii kyu ! idk if ur reqs are open but if they are, i wanted 2 request a dokyeom (svt) x m!reader fluff oneshot where dk makes it his mission to cheer up his bf who's sick (or just tired/exhausted if u prefer) by taking him on a date :) anyways i hope u have a great day !! :D

home with u ( lee dokyeom/dk )

dokyeom x male reader

kyeom takes care of his sick bf !

content : 1k words, fluff, idol!kyeom, kyeom calls reader pretty boy

( a/n ) this is literally MONTHS old im so sorry it took so long :( i changed it a little cause i was having a lot of trouble writing it for some reason but i hope you like it <3

"kyeom, i can feel you staring."

"okay. and?"

y/n scowled quietly while opening his eyes. dokyeom was laying directly in front of him, just centimeters away.

"it's making me self conscious."

"but you're so perfect," dokyeom countered with a small pout. "looking at you makes me happy. my favorite boy."

"damn it," y/n muttered as he felt a blush creep onto his face. he quickly rolled over to the other side of his bed. "i hate you."

dokyeom simply laughed at his stubborness.

"you love me," he insisted while slipping his arms around y/n's waist, spooning him.

y/n smiled, still trying to hide it though. dokyeom nuzzled his face into his neck while planting tiny kisses against his skin.

"you're still burning up.." dokyeom mumbled. he could feel the heat radiating off of y/n's neck and face, making him even more worried.

"hm.. 'm fine, kyeom," y/n responded drowsily.

"are you sure you don't wanna just go to a doctor?"

"i hate doctors."

"baby," dokyeom quickly argued. y/n didn't need to look at him to know he was frowning - or probably just pouting. he sighed and turned back over to face him.

"if it doesnt pass after tomorrow then i'll go see one, okay?" he promised, leaving a short kiss on the other's forehead.

dokyeom smiled and nodded before catching the male's lips instead. he kissed him deeply, whispering a small "thank you" after pulling away.

"don't you need to leave for rehearsals with the guys?" y/n asked, looking up at him.

"no."

y/n blinked. "no?.."

"i'm staying here."

"what? no. you should go to work."

dokyeom shook his head. "i'm worried about you. i'm staying here."

"kyeom-"

"i already texted our manager. just let me take care of you."

y/n frowned, now seeing the concern in his boyfriend's eyes. he sighed and gave in before snuggling into dokyeom's chest.

"okay, baby. you can take care of me."

dokyeom finally smiled again and nodded his head in triumph.

"i'm sleepy," y/n mumbled into the other's slightly wrinkled shirt.

"then sleep, bub."

"mm.. will you sleep too?"

"i'm not really tired enough to nap, honestly. but i'll stay with you."

y/n felt his heart skip. he smiled and snuggled into him again, soon falling asleep in his arms.

after sleeping for about an hour and a half, y/n woke up to hear soft humming coming from beside him. he looked up at his partner. dokyeom's eyes were closed peacefully as his phone played wave to earth on the bedside table. he was humming along quietly and running his hands along y/n's arms to the rhythm.

"your voice is so beautiful," y/n complimented.

dokyeom's eyes shot open. he looked down at the boy in his arms.

"did i wake you up??"

"kinda, but it's okay. i like waking up to this."

dokyeom frowned, "no, go back to sleep. i'll shut up."

y/n took the male's hand in his own and gave it a reassuring kiss.

"kyeom, it's okay. i'm hungry now anyways."

dokyeom looked at him for a moment, as if debating his fault.

"alright, i'll see what i can make us for dinner."

"i barely have any food here right now," y/n warned. "unless you want cup noodles for dinner."

"tsk. remind me to go grocery shopping for you tomorrow."

y/n rolled his eyes, "i like cup noodles."

"cup noodles are not a meal."

y/n scowled at such a response.

"'ooh look at me, i'm dk, i'm too good for cup noodles,'" y/n teased, waving his hands around in a mocking tone.

dokyeom squinted at him with fake hatred, "you're lucky you're sick right now."

y/n stuck his tongue out and sunk into the covers of his bed. dokyeom shook his head at him before finally exiting the bedroom.

sure enough, all he could find in y/n's kitchen were cup noodles. he sighed. he wished they could just go out for dinner, but he didn't wanna risk getting anyone sick. he settled on ordering in some food instead.

eventually, y/n got bored by himself. he slowly got out of bed and trudged out of his bedroom. he followed the sound of the music coming from dokyeom's phone, leading him onto his large balcony.

"what're you doing, love?" y/n asked.

dokyeom looked up in surprise as he adjusted one of y/n's small tables on top of some blankets he'd put on the balcony's floor.

"since we can't go out, i thought we'd have dinner outside at least. a home date," he explained. "the fresh air will be good for you and it's so nice out tonight."

y/n couldn't stop a smile from growing on his lips.

"that sounds amazing. thank you."

dokyeom nodded and gave his cheek a light kiss. y/n could tell that the other was proud of himself. dokyeom would never admit it, but he loved hearing approval and praise - especially from y/n.

once their food arrived, dokyeom set everything out and made them drinks. the balcony was the prettiest y/n had ever seen it. with his fairy lights lit and the blankets and a couple pillows brought out, it looked all cozy and warm.

dokyeom set their chopsticks out as a finishing touch before they finally sat down together. it smelled amazing and neither could wait to start eating.

after taking his first bite, y/n hummed in satisfaction. he smiled and closed his eyes, savoring the flavor in his mouth. dokyeom gazed over at him. he was completely in love.

"how do you still manage to look so perfect even when you're sick?"

y/n opened his eyes again and now saw his partner's eyes on him. he couldn't help but blush a little.

"your eyes are broken."

dokyeom's brows furrowed. he leaned forward, over the table and close to y/n's lips.

"my eyes are fine." he gave y/n another kiss, longer and deeper this time, "my pretty boy."

y/n then watched him pull away and go back to his food. he knew his ears and cheeks were probably turning red, while dokyeom just picked up his chopsticks and went right back to eating as if nothing happened.

"how-" y/n didn't know what to say. dokyeom looked back up at him.

"hm?" he hummed. the fake cluelessness on his face made y/n send him a small death glare.

"oh i hate you, lee seokmin."

dokyeom laughed endearingly at the remark, then simply smiled at him.

"you love me, baby."

[matsur1]

A Ran Haitani fanfiction penned by Matsur1

Warnings: Just a bit of swearing, mentions of blood, and violence

Word Count: 1.8k

A/n: I HAVE BEEN ON A LONG LONG HIATUS AND I MISSED WRITING THESE SM!!! I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY THISSSS!! I enjoyed writing thisss so muchhh so I hope you enjoy this as much as I diddd. It's not proofread yettt btww hehe🫶 andd! Credits to 주호 on twitter for the pic I used on the title heading! xoxo

He was breathing, drunk and alive. Your husband, Ran Haitani, went missing the whole night, and although your marriage was an arranged one and you aren’t as close as married couples should be, you were really worried about what might’ve happened to him. Turns out he just went drinking the whole night with his friends and is now sprawled on the floor of your penthouse in broad daylight. 

“Alright, come on now buddy. We gotta move you to the bed,” you tell him as you pick up his arm and put it over your shoulder. He groans, “Buddy? Hate to break it to you honey but I’m your husband.” You scoffed, “Yeah, my arranged husband. You know we both never wanted this.” You lay him down on the bed and he opens his eyes to look at you, “You can’t be so sure,” he says. “What?” you ask in shock and confusion while he closes his eyes shut. “Are you that drunk to be saying crazy things?” you sigh, “I’ll get you water, sit down for a moment.” You walk towards the fridge to get a glass of water without knowing Ran has a sly smirk on his face. He wipes it off as soon as you come back with a glass of water though. “Here, drink up,” you spoke while you hold his chin, slowly tilting the glass so he could drink. 

Later that afternoon, when he finally woke up sober, his first thought was you. “Y/N?” he calls out as he walks around, looking for you. “Yeah?” you answer him, getting out of the closet, meeting him. He towers you by a lot, so you look up in order to look into his eyes. “There’s food in the kitchen, in case you’re hungry. Should be able to help with a hangover too.” He looks at you with a question mark written all over his face. “Yeah? Well, have you already eaten?” he questions you. Now, you weren’t as close as a married couple but you were somewhat close. You often had conversations when you’re both home, you ate meals together. I guess you could say you both were close strangers. Not friends, close strangers. Even friends would know more information about each other, but you two, you know absolutely nothing about each other. Perhaps about each other’s personality but never about your separate lives. “Yeah, yes I have. I’m actually heading out right now, we ran out of butter. Anything else you want me to buy?” you respond to him. He thought for a minute, “No, not really,” he reaches for his back pocket and grabs his wallet, “Here, use this,” he hands over his credit card. “No, it’s fine. I have some cash,” you insisted. “Well, I can’t be having my wife pay for the groceries now, can I?” he insisted better. You scoff and give him a little smile, “Alright then, husband.” Teasing as always, you thought as you take his offer and start to head out.

After you successfully bought butter and flavored sparkling drinks for you and Ran, you decided to finally head back home. Home to your penthouse, which you begged for from Ran. Well, to be fair he wanted to live in a whole mansion and you honestly didn’t want such a grand thing just for an arranged marriage. He kept insisting on the mansion thing but a penthouse sounded more comfortable for you. 

You ride the elevator up to your penthouse, meeting with a very big man full of tattoos. It really sends the chills up your spine but you weren’t fazed to be met with that kind of man in this area. There are a lot of gangs and such where you and Ran live, so seeing a gangster here and there doesn’t shock you at all. Especially since you are in one. But not a single soul knows about that, you rarely even go out, and people during the night can’t possibly recognize you. Not that anyone needs to know. But then he strangely smiles when he sees you ride the elevator with him. Lucky you, not only is he a gangster, but he’s a pervert too. How you wished this ride would only last a second.

“Well well well, if it isn’t the well-known Vixen.” Your train of thoughts stop at the sudden voice you hear behind you. Shit, you thought, tightening your grip on the grocery bag you’re holding. You could only hope he was talking about someone else, but there’s no one else except you and him. Him and you. “And Bonten Ran’s wife too?” he smugly asks. Bonten? As in the most famous wanted gang in all Tokyo? Pfft, and Ran? No, that’s impossible. I would’ve at least known or found out at some point. Right? You slowly turn around him, hoping to turn this situation around as well. “I’m sorry? Well, I sure am Ran’s wife, but I’m not so sure about the Vixen and Bonten thing you’re talking about,” you give him a forced smile. Why the hell is this elevator ride taking so long, you thought. He laughs, “Are you kidding me, girlie? Ain’t no way I would mistake the Vixen for someone else. I know it when I see it.” He lifts his hand, gripping your jaw, testing you, “Ain’t I lucky now? Boss would sure be happy if I brought the Vixen to him. The Vixen who killed his best friend.” You scoff, “You wish, now take your hands off of me,” you threaten him. “You know, now that I look at it, you’re just a weakling. What could that small body of yours do against mine?” he tightens the grip on your jaw. “But anyway, you don’t know ‘bout your husband?” He sure is talkative. You glare at him and start to hold his wrist, “About him and what?” you ask curiously. “Bonten.” He says confidently. “He isn’t in Bonten. Now let go before I do things that’d make you go home crying to your boss.” His eyes widen, he starts to laugh even more loudly, “So you really don’t know about him? When he knows about you? And here I thought you were rumored to be crazily smart.” He’s really getting on your nerves now. But knows about you? Ran knows everything about you and didn’t even bother saying a word? He knows everything about you when you don’t know everything about him? Talk about marriage. You slyly get the pocket knife you had in your pocket and quickly swung it on the pulse at his wrist. His eyes widen, his body slowly sliding down the elevator floor. You look down at his body, kicking it to make sure he’s unable. You motioned to put the knife back into your pocket when you noticed the blood on your blouse. Great, this day’s really been doing nothing but put you in a bad mood. You put the knife back anyway, turning around once again and realizing the elevator buttons were all pushed. No wonder the ride was never-ending. You let out a tsk and patiently wait until you reach your penthouse. Oh, you were so ready to confront your dear husband. 

As soon as the elevator doors open to your penthouse, you leave the body in the elevator, leaving it up to whoever sees that. To be honest, you could care less about the world because right now all that’s in your mind right now is killing Ran. You drop the grocery bag at the entrance, angrily removing your shoes as Ran greets you in a cheerful tone. “Welcome back home, Darling.” He doesn’t even bother looking at you, he’s too busy watching TV. “You got something to tell me, honey?” you question him in an angry tone. He was now confused, again. So confused he finally decides to look at you. His eyes widen when he sees the blood on your blouse. “Oh my God, Y/N! Is that your blood?” he panics. The genuine worry in his eyes just wants to make you forget about everything and kiss him instead, but no, you and Ran have a lot to unfold. “Don’t worry, Love. It’s not mine.” You respond mockingly. “What-“ you cut him off, “You knew about me?? And Bonten???? What’s that about! You knew everything about me when I didn’t even know a single thing about you!!!” You shout at his face, the betrayal in your eyes visible. His eyes widen even more, “Woah, slow down. What? About you? What do you mean?” Oh now he’s trying to act innocent? “Me! The Vixen! Stop trying to act innocent!!” you remark. “The Vixen?” he slowly processed this information, then he started to laugh. Now it was your turn to be confused. What was he laughing about? “Oh my Darling!” he walks toward you and hugs you. “Stop this. It isn’t something to celebrate about. Do you have any idea how frustrated this makes me feel? For years! For years I held back from getting to know you because this- this whole thing between us is arranged! I wanted to know so much about my husband even though he was arranged for me but I didn’t bother knowing because I thought you didn’t want all this! And all of a sudden you know almost everything about me? Do you know how unfair that is to me?” you rant to him, almost running out of breath. He loosens the hug, looking at you genuinely. “What?? What’s happening now?” you ask, still mad about the things happening. “You wanted to know more about me?” His voice softens. “Of course I do! You’re my husband, arranged or not, you’re still my husband so of course I’d want to” you start to cry, covering your face. “Oh doll face, I’m sorry.” He leans down and kisses the top of your head. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers. “But I didn’t know you were the Vixen, I never did. And yes, I am a part of Bonten. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you. You know how I always put makeup on my tattoo just to hide it from you? I was terrified of the thought that you’d be scared of me,” he chuckles. Your tears suddenly stop, now you’re even more confused. “What? You didn’t know? But the- the man in the elevator told me you knew.” You explain to him, looking up at his eyes. His beautiful, genuine eyes. “Man in the elevator? Is he, you know, the one who owns that blood?” he points at your blouse. “Well yes, he got into my nerves and-“ He puts a finger on top of your lips, shushing you. “Well, at least now we know each other a bit better,” he places his forehead on top of yours. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t know. You always went on about how we never wanted this so I figured you didn’t want to get too involved in this.” Oh. The silence went on for quite a few minutes. Finally, you found the courage to voice out, “It isn’t too late now, is it?” you asked, almost in a whisper. He softly chuckles at your question, “No. Of course not, my lovely wife.” 

© Matsuri

[applejuicefruit]

one where the reader has just given birth to her first child with kylian, and she has a kind of "postpartum depression", she is very insecure about her body, she is exhausted by the new routine, and whenever she has to breastfeed she cries because her breasts are still sensitive and etc... she hesitates to talk to kylian about it, but after a while he brings it up again to understand what is going on with her, they talk about everything and he comforts and cares her... if u can, please.

I love this request so much 😭

Tw: postpartum depression, depression in general, anxiety, reader being self conscious

Kylian Mbappe x reader

The way you are

Two months ago your life completely changed.

You and Kylian were expecting your first child and you were both thrilled, excited and scared. It was a rollercoaster of emotions but you couldn’t wait to meet the new addition to the family. Two months ago and you gave birth to a beautiful and healthy baby boy, Samuel, and you couldn’t be happier. He was Kylian’s twin. But now it was hard for you to get used to the new routine. It wasn’t only waking up in the middle of the night because your baby needed to be changed or fed. It was all the stress that came with the pregnancy. Everyone felt like women had to be happy they welcomed a new life on earth, had to be joyful that the pain they went through for nine months was finally over and had to know everything about taking care of a new born - but it wasn’t like that, these past two months have been hitting you really hard, both mentally and physically.

You were grateful for Kylian to be there every time you needed him, he was such a good father and a very fast learner. His family did helped you a lot too. His mom knew how much having kids could be exhausting so she made sure to watch the baby a couple days so you could rest without getting worried of being woke up.

But still, even if you had free times your mind couldn’t seem to stop. It was a constant fight between you and your brain.

Everytime you looked in the mirror you couldn’t stand the person in front of you. It wasn’t you. You didn’t recognized her. Your body got bigger with the pregnancy, your breast fuller and your legs and feet were always sore.

Breastfeeding was a living hell for you. You thought it would give you joy seeing your baby being so healthy and hungry but you hated those moments and you couldn’t help but think that something was definitely wrong with you. Your breast was always so sensitive and it hurt when Sammy was feeding that you cried every single time. You were always tired more than you were when you were pregnant. The baby took a lot of energy from you.

Kylian noticed that you became quieter and he honestly didn’t like it. You were usually a very talkative person, always bright and joyful, your positive aura protecting you and all the people around you so he started questioning what was going on with you. He waited for you to open up with him but when he saw that you didn’t he broke the silence and made the first move.

“Hey baby…” he approached you one night when you were both in bed, Samuel falling asleep in Kylian’s arms just thirty minutes earlier.

“Hey…” you whispered, completely exhausted.

“Can I ask you something?” he asked laying in bed next to you. You nodded.

“You would tell me if something is wrong, right?” he asked, trying to slowly approach the topic.

“Yes why?” you asked him a bit confused.

“I’m not judging you okay? But…I feel like you’re getting distant from me, from everyone actually and I’m a bit worried…is everything okay baby?” he asked you.

No. Nothing is okay you wanted to say. But you couldn’t complain about it because in your mind, doing all of these painful and tiring things for your baby, would have been absolutely worth it for him in the future, so as a mother you should have endured the pain and going on.

“Yes everything is okay Kylian” you lied.

“Babe please tell me what’s going on? I know you’re not okay I can see that…I just wanna help” he begged you because he hated seeing you like that.

“You wanna help me? Go and breastfeed your child!” you shouted, completely forgetting about the walls you built up and letting all of your emotions coming out “go and look at yourself in the mirror and stand there, staring at someone who’s not you but at the same time looks exactly like you! Take care of Samuel every time he needs to be fed because my breast can’t take it anymore! It hurt Kylian! It hurt so fucking much you have no idea and there’s nothing I can do about it because I am a mom and I shouldn’t be complaining because these are normal things to do but I can’t do it! It’s fucking exhausting and I feel so bad because all I want to do is love my child but I feel like I can’t do it because of all of the pain I’m going though…you have no idea Kylian how every single inch of my body hurts!” you said, completely breaking down.

Kylian was shocked and hurt because he wished he realised sooner that this new routine was completely killing you.

“Baby…hear me out. I love you and that’s not gonna change. I loved your body before and I love your body now because it’s yours. It’s you y/n and I love you just the way you are…” he said holding you in his arms “I’m so sorry you feel this way baby, I really am…I wish I could do something for helping you with the pain…we can try some massages if you want to? I’m open to do anything in my power to make you feel comfortable” he said from the bottom of his heart because he couldn’t stand the idea of you being in pain “what you’re going through it’s normal baby…a lot of women go through postpartum depression and I think talking with a specialist might help you, only if you’re up for it, it’s up to you, but whatever you decide to do I’m here, to help you and support you. You’re not alone in this okay?” he softly said while leaving gentle kisses to your neck.

You calmed down listening to his voice and you were so grateful for having someone like him by your side.

“Thank you Kylian” you said wiping your tears away.

“Don’t thank me baby…I’m here, I will always be here for you, and Sammy, you two are the most important people in my life and I love you so much” he said truthfully.

You fell asleep in his arms, while he softly massaged your back and neck, trying to ease the pain.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Devilish

A scare during the witching hour turns into something more pleasant than you thought it would.

Character; Trey Clover

Content; Gender-neutral reader, some fear but ends in fluff

Content Warning; Fear/anxiety, swearing

Word Count; 1.6 K

Author's Note; This is for @jade-s-nymph's TWSTober collab! I had a lot of fun writing this, plus this is my first fic/serious work featuring Trey ^v^ Please make sure you support the other writers and artists in this collab as well; and remember to reblog works that you enjoyed!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

You woke up, a bit in a daze since you were just deep asleep, but the groggy daze of ‘Why am I awake… nevermind, I’m going back to bed’ quickly left your mind as a strong, acrid, smell filled the air; the smell of something burning. That grogginess quickly morphed into a slowly building and intensifying anxiety, but none of the smoke alarms were going off… you still got up though and turned on all the lights; you wouldn’t be able to rest easy until you found the source of the smell.

Room by room, you turned on the lights, and thankfully you didn’t find anything ablaze. Thinking about it, you didn’t even have anything on that could theoretically start a fire… better safe than sorry.

I mean, like, who wouldn’t wake up and not be freaked out? My brain is practically running around in circles and screaming FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! You thought to yourself, rubbing your eyes. You also knew full well that you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep after this, the anxious part of your brain making sure that you stayed awake until you either found the source of the smell, or it went away.

You ended your quest of trying to find the smell in the kitchen, but there was no sign of smoke or the ‘fire’ that your brain imagined engulfing all of your earthly possessions. Yet, you didn’t feel relieved, instead, you hunched over your counter and started scrolling through your phone, looking for answers.

‘what smells like burning rubber’ 

You got everything from phantom smells caused by hallucinations, to electrical fires, to skunk. You let out a sigh and massaged your temples. Yeah, I should have seen that coming. Go looking for answers and instead, I have more questions than I began with. 

“Lovely,” you sighed, straightening yourself back up and looking up at the ceiling, “just lovely.”

It was honestly no use trying to go back to sleep now, since you were fully awake. Glancing at the clock, you groaned again; it wasn’t even four in the morning; what kind of sick joke was that? 

You gave your clock the stink eye but started your journey back to your bed, maybe you could start reading that book you’ve been meaning to get into… or you could just scroll mindlessly through social media while nice and comfy under your blankets. But right as you reached the threshold of your room, three knocks sounded out.

You paused and listened. Knock, knock, knock. There they were again, but they weren’t coming from the front door, no. You were half tempted to pull the blinds back from the window, but if there was some creep knocking on your window in the dead of night, you would rather not come across them. So yet again, you went through your place, triple-checking that all the locks were secure. First a fire scare, and now this? Today wasn’t going great, was it?

All of the locks checked out though, everything was good.

Knock. Knock. KNOCK.

A third round of knocking, but this time it was louder, more insistent. And the burning smell was back, and you could taste it from how strong it was. It commanded all of your attention and wasn’t going to be ignored… it was consuming, hungry almost. 

You were back in the kitchen, and thankfully(?) there was no more knocking, it seemed like three sets of three and it was done, but the smell, the smell. It was oppressive, and you started coughing, but despite the all-consuming smell of fire and burning, there was no smoke anywhere to be found; with the smell this thick, you would have been able to feel it. 

You went ahead to turn on the light, but despite you flipping the switch up and down multiple times, the light stayed off. And the rest of the lights just shut off suddenly on your final flip of the light switch, plunging you into darkness, engulfing you in darkness and the smell of burning.

FUCK! You fumbled around for your phone, trying to get the flashlight on.

Knock, knock, knock. The knocking was back, and it was slower and louder than before.

Finally, your phone’s flashlight turned on, and from the darkness, a pair of glowing yellow eyes stared at you, unblinking and looking into you, as if trying to see your very being.

And you? You just stood there, frozen, barely even breathing, since hey THERE WERE GLOWING EYES IN YOUR HOUSE STARING AT YOU? HELLO?! WHAT?!

You tried to move, to even open your mouth so you could make some attempt to either scream in horror, or hiss obscenities at whatever was in your kitchen, but you were frozen. And as you stared back into the glowing eyes, they were getting closer, and changing from a startling, eerie glowing gold, to something more dull and warm; a warm hazel. Despite this change from unnatural to something more human, they still pried into your consciousness, as if looking for something.

Soon, the former-glowing-eyed thing that was lurking in the dark corners of your kitchen stepped into the weak light of your flashlight. By the time he — yes, he — had stepped into the weak cold light, his eyes had stopped glowing. But the smell, the acrid smell of something burning, was stronger than ever, and it was coming from him. Yet, he looked like a polite neighbour who would offer you some sugar if you ran out, but you knew that wasn’t what he was.

He cleared his throat, and fixed his glasses, still keeping eye contact with you which you couldn’t escape. “You summoned me?”

You blinked in surprise at the question. It was out of pocket, but this entire situation was entirely ludicrous when you really thought about it. But the green-haired man just blinked back at you, as if he was just as confused at the current situation as you were. It was almost comical in a sense.

Finally, whatever spell you were under, lifted. “No,” you said, still gauging what he was since human was only the form he was taking on. “No, I really didn’t.” 

He offered you a polite smile, which was unnerving as it was charming; and if you were in a completely different situation, it would have you feeling at ease. The hairs on the back of your neck stood at end though, and your brain screamed DANGER! DANGER! RUN AWAY!

“You did though,” he chuckled softly, scratching the back of his neck. “Don’t you remember? At the bakery?”

The bakery? … all you had gotten at the bakery was some sugar, flour, and some lemon squares. And you would have remembered him if you saw him at the bakery; since green hair wasn’t natural, yet it looked like it was for him.

You shook your head, “All I got was some supplies and lemon bars. I didn’t ‘summon’ you. And what do you mean by ‘summon’? Who are you? What are you? How did you even get in my house?”

He pursed his lips and looked at you pensively. “Must have been a mix-up then… you don’t seem like the type to summon…” He let out a deep sigh, and adjusted his glasses — apparently, both of you were not happy with your current situations. Also, you didn’t know if you should have been offended or not at that statement. “Can I see what you got?”

You nodded, bringing out the flour and sugar, which, judging by his lack of reaction other than saying, “That’s a good deal for that,” was not the reason why he just spawned in your house. But then you showed him the half-eaten container of lemon bars, with three still left over.

“Ah, looks like there was a mix-up,” he chuckled. He turned back to you, with your citrus confectionaries in hand. “These are demon bars, not lemon bars. Eating them summons, well, a demon.”

A demon… A DEMON?! You balked at him, looking from the traitorous sweets to his bashful smile. And no wonder they tasted devilishly sweet… You knew it was bad going shopping on an empty stomach, and now you were dealing with the consequences.

“No offence, but uhhhh, how do I… send you back?” You were going to say ‘get rid of you’ but you didn’t want to offend the guy; he seemed polite enough, but you also didn’t want to test your luck either. “And what do I call you? Since I don’t want to just call you ‘demon’?”

The demon brought his hand to his chin and looked at you. 

Man, his eyes are pretty when they aren’t glowing in the dark— WHAT AM I THINKING?! GET A GRIP OF YOURSELF! You dug your fingernails into your palm to stop your wandering, and sleep-deprived, thoughts from skipping merely down a rose-tinted road.

He looked at the ‘lemon’ bars (apparently it wasn’t just a fancy cursive L then) and looked back up to you. “Trey, you can call me Trey.” 

Like a serving tray? Or three in Spanish?

“As for sending me back? Well, you didn’t know they were actually contracts, so I think if we make three more of those bars you should be good.” He nodded at the end.

Your night had taken multiple turns; from you thinking your house was aflame, to being scared half to death by Trey in your kitchen, to now making demonic-infused lemon bars in your kitchen at four in the morning… at least you made it out with your soul intact with the whole experience only costing you some ingredients, which you could always get more of… and maybe you even made a friend in the process?

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[yourmomsgranddad]

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

— CHAPTER SIX: After last night, I think I'm in love with you

— SUMMARY: The aftermath of you and Kate's eventful night.

— WARNINGS: mentions of sex and sexual themes, cursing, a little angst (i think)

Kate wanted nothing more than to talk to you after what happened. But you demanded that you go to sleep afterward. You were tuckered out and it was late. So she abided, you went to sleep quickly but she just couldn't close her eyes.

Her mind was going a mile a minute, like it usually was.

What did it mean for your friendship? Were you ever going to do it again? Were things going to change between you now? Were you going to do it again? Was this the end of you being her life?

WERE YOU GOING TO DO IT AGAIN?!

Her heartbeat was the sound of EDM right now. It couldn't still with you right next to her.

She had to climb onto the floor, at least there she couldn't feel your breath right next to her ear, she couldn't hear your heart thumping alongside hers.

And she finally got to sleep.

Kate woke up the next day, feeling extremely groggy. She needs to stop eating so much sugar before bed. She couldn't do anything else until she went to the bathroom.

She slumped out of the bathroom, still very confused. First, she needed to find her pants, luckily, they were on the floor, where she was laying.

She climbed back onto the bed, hoping to find her shirt but for some reason, you weren’t there. Where did you go? Was it so bad that you made her leave?

She tried so bad not to jump to conclusions. Maybe you wanted to wake up in your own bed. Maybe she hated being here. No, you probably just wanted to-

Her brain train stopped. She heard her front door open. Was she getting robbed? Who would break in this early in the morning? She grabbed the bow she kept underneath her bed and treaded lightly. She listened as some feet shuffled around her kitchen.

She jumped off the stairs, she pulled back her arrow and let fly. She didn't see who it was before they ducked.

"I have nothing to steal!"

"Kate, it's me! Put the weapons down!"

She lowered her bow as you stood back up, looking scared. There was now an arrow in her wall, probably not the first time.

Suddenly, the energy was awkward. Why? You had seen each other naked, everything after that should have been a breeze. Then why was Kate searching every part of her brain for something to say in this moment?

She knew what she wanted to talk about. But her brain stopped as soon as she saw you.

"Where did you go?" She wondered, stepping closer to you. She didn't know how close she was allowed to be so she stayed on the other side of her small kitchen. "I went to get breakfast, I was hungry."

Her heart calmed down, she was worrying about nothing.

"Oh."

"Don't worry. I'm not a hit-and-quit it type of person. I figured you would want to talk about it and I wanted to have food in my stomach when you did so go ahead."

You ushered her on as you began to open to your food. She went to open her mouth, nothing. She tried again and she felt the words bubble up. "Hey, I got you something too. Do you still like breakfast burritos?"

She didn't want to open her mouth, what if she forgot what she was trying to say? She just gave a nod. You reached into the bag and handed it to her. Back to what she was trying to say.

"So, um, we—uh. How do I say this?"

"Kate, we're both adults. Stop with the 8th grade talk."

She nodded, you were right. She needed to get over it. She mentally slapped herself, she could say it.

"Well, we had sex. Should we talk about what it means?" She looked to you, awaiting for your expression to change but it stayed the same. determined to swallow all your food whole.

"Honestly, I think it could have just been a fluke. I mean I was in an emotional state and was reeling from my break-up." You nodded, almost like you were trying to convince yourself of this statement.

But Kate didn't like that relevation.

Was it just a fluke? Was it something you did on a whim and didn't care about at all? Did you not care about Kate's feelings at all?

"So that's how you feel?"

You looked up at Kate, did you forget what you just said? You just said it. "I mean yeah, it was just an accident. Nothing real."

If the room was any quieter, Kate would have thought you heard her heart shatter into a million pieces. She thought her heart broke when you left but this was ten times worse.

"Nothing real? Got it." She nodded, tears already forming in her eyes. And it did not go unnoticed.

"No, Kate, I-"

"I think it's better if you left. Take your breakfast with you." Her voice cracked as she wiped a stray tear from her eye. She tried her hardest to turn away from you, she didn't want you seeing her like this.

"But Kate-"

"No, leave. We both know you're very good at that."

You felt like you got hit by the strongest weight ever known to man, getting the air knocked out of you. Your mouth dropped open.

You had told Kate about one of the most harrowing moments of your life and she threw it right back in your face. You didn't have time to wipe away all the tears that started spewing down your eyes.

She could tell she did bad as you looked like a wounded animal, surprised and amazingly hurt. She wanted to take it back. She opened her mouth but nothing came out.

"You really suck for that."

You gathered your food up into the bag and left, like she told you to.

She really wished she didn't, at least not like that.

All day long, neither one of you could get that interaction out of your head. You both wanted so bad to take back what you said. But stubbornness won and you didn't speak all day.

"Kate! Are you okay? You've been zoned out for the last 23 minutes. Is talking about missions that boring for you?"

She jumped out of her brain long enough to remember she was supposed to going over this week's mission with Natasha. But she was too busy thinking about you.

"No, I'm sorry. Go ahead."

She went to go back to reading but she could tell things were still off so she asked.

"Kate, what's wrong?"

She looked up, pretending confusion. "What do you mean?"

"You look like you've been down in the dumps since you got here and I heard you sniffle, like you were crying? What gives?"

And that's all it took for Kate to just let it all out. She told Natasha everything. The summer you left, the reunion, the dinner party, your boyfriend, and especially, last night.

"Damn. I did not think you were about to give me a literal romance novel but I'm glad you did. I love drama. So what'd you do this morning? I know the morning after is usual the worst part."

"I asked if she wanted to talk about it. She said it didn't mean anything and it doesn't change anything about our friendship."

For a second, Nat was happy for her but then she saw the look on Kate's face, she was not excited about this at all.

"You wanted a relationship, didn't you?"

There was a moment of silence. Kate was thinking. "I mean I don't know. I'm not going to lie to you and say no. I've definitely thought about it. Ever since we kissed when we were younger, I've never thought of her another way."

And therein, she answered her question.

She wanted to be with you.

The thought made her smile but then she realized. She said something unforgivable to you this morning. She made you cry. You definitely wouldn't want to date her now.

And she would definitely obey your wishes. No matter how much she missed speaking to you right now.

Your "not talking" period lasted about a week. Mostly because Kate didn't want to mess with you.

It was bothering you both.

So you did something about it.

Kate was getting dressed for her day when she heard her phone ringing across the room. Without thinking about it, she jumped over all of her clothes to grab it.

"Hello?" She answered in a jaunty voice, trying to sound positive to whoever was calling her.

"Kate?"

She recognized that voice almost immediately, it was you but you sounded more quiet, almost like you were sad.

"Yeah, hey. What's up? What's wrong?" She was already on the mend. "Um, can you just meet me at the park?"

She didn't even question it, she wanted to see you.

"Sure."

She didn't walk, she ran to the park. She didn't even wait for her hair to dry from her shower, she just hoped her speed would dry it before she got to you.

You didn't give her a location, just the park. So she was just running around, hoping to find you through all the leaves and trees.

Luckily, you were sitting underneath a tree. It was almost the perfect picture but you seemed to have wet cheeks. You had been crying. Kate was set off immediately.

She ran over to you and plopped down right beside you.

"You called?"

You looked over, you didn't seem surprised.

Just silently looking down on the ground, listening to wind whip off the leaves on the trees.

"When we were younger, you were the only person I attached myself to. I had other friends who were in and out. But you, Katie? I wanted you around constantly. You were the only person I told my secrets to. You were the only one who was allowed to sleep in my bed. I never felt weird around you. I was comfortable with you. You were my person."

Hearing those words come from your mouth, Kate's heart stopped even more. If that was even possible.

"You're my best friend," now you were looking right at her. "I'd never want to make you uncomfortable. Now I realized I probably crossed a line." Her eyes went wide, you thought she was mad at you?

"I should not have-"

"Pause, do you think I'm mad at you?" She was look over at you like a hurt puppy. You were suddenly confused, your face crumpling up.

"I'm not mad at you for what happened. I'm mad at what you said afterwards. I thought about that night over and over again. I wanted so badly to expand on it afterwards and you shut me down. You said it didn't mean anything. Well, guess what? It meant something to me."

Your once sad eyes widened, you couldn't believe what you were hearing. And to make it even worse, "Y/n, I love you. I have loved you. I've loved you since that first kiss. And it didn't feel great that after we had sex for the first time, you tell me it was a fluke."

Now Kate was on the verge of tears.

There was a moment of silence. Until your hand dropped to her thigh.

"Kate. It wasn't a mistake. And I don't know why I said that. I enjoyed it as much as you did." Your tears were long gone and so were Kate's. She noticed the look in your eyes.

"Do you want to get out of here?" She quirked her brow at you which you just smirked at.

You didn't even say anything back. She just grabbed your hand and you began bolting it out of that park, right to Kate's apartment.

[losingherface]

The Flowers part. 1

Ellie x fem reader

warnings: small mention of violence i guess?

info: Ellie’s been receiving flowers with letters attached to them every day on her porch.

Ellie’s POV•

It was another afternoon, the hot spring air was in full force and all I wanted to do was get back and read a new comic I picked up on the way.

It was an old comic with the photos nearly smeared away but the bold letters still clear. I wiped away the sweat off my forehead and walk up to the porch of my small yet cozy little home. On the porch I noticed a bouquet of flowers. Some were sunflowers, some were tulips and one of them was a rose, all tied up with a piece of yarn and a folded paper inside.

The look on my face was confused, flattered and scared at the same time.

I unfold the letter and it reads:

Ellie, I wanted to hand this to you personally but then that would reveal who I am and honestly that’s the last thing I want. Sort of. Anyways, when you left for patrol yesterday, you left your boots out on the porch and one of our dogs started running through town with it. I caught him and smelled the inside of your boot. Yes. The inside. How else would I know who to return it to? So I recognized that familiar smell. Remember Karaoke night? Everyone in town was there and it was really fun. Well, I was there too and I was getting some beer when I noticed you walking in with Joel. You were wearing a blue flannel and you hardly looked my way. I got my beer (tasted amazing by the way!) and walked past you. I actually walked past you a few times that night, still you were focused on the beautiful Dina. Anyways, you smelled really good and unique. A minty and woody smell I suppose. It’s unique to me because how could you smell that great when soap bars are only collected, if you’re lucky, on patrol? Anyways, I hope you love the flowers, I picked them out myself because I can’t get you out of my head. I hope you don’t think I’m weird or a stalker, I’m completely harmless. Well, I gotta get back now to the farm, hope we talk soon.

Kisses, Someone you could know.

I feel a chill on my shoulder. Was someone watching me? I glance all around me like i’m in a horror movie and rush inside. I wasn’t paranoid, but then again I was…The flowers were beautiful though. I set up a tall rusted cup on the counter and filled it with water, placing the flowers inside and the note beside it.

I laid on the bed and pondered about who this could be? There was plenty of women in town, plenty my age so it was tricky. Hopefully it wasn’t a man. God please don’t let it be a man.

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The next morning, I woke up, a random silhouette of a woman on a my mind still wondering who she could be. I showered and got dressed for in-town work.

As I opened my door, I see Dina attempting to knock on my door.

“Good morning!” She says

I look at her suspiciously…can’t be Dina. Her handwriting is much messier than that.

“Good morning. Quick question, are you fuckin with me?”

Dina slightly tilts her head. I walk inside and grab the note, showing it to her.

“Aweee you have a secret admirer.” She says in singsong voice.

“It’s driving me crazy. It was on my porch. Whoever this is thinks we’re together..by the way.”

“Oh…..well you should write a note back. Tape it to your door. Or wherever they leave their notes. And I’m hungry, I was here to invite you to brunch with Jesse and I. You in?”

“I’ve got some work to do with Maria and Joel. So…maybe tomorrow?”

Dina nodded and I walked her out of the house. As I step outside, my boot steps on a paper. This person just left a note on my porch and is probably watching me right now. Probably saw me walk Dina out of the house.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I’m trying to make this person know that Dina and I weren’t together but we weren’t. She loved Jesse. Did I have a small crush on her, yes. But it subsided in a few weeks.

This time, only a single flower was attached to the letter. I grabbed it and walked back inside.

The letter this time said:

Ellie, I saw you yesterday afternoon. You looked stressed and hot. Like the temperature not hot like you’re gorgeous- even though you are gorgeous, I wouldn’t call you hot, you’re way too beautiful for that simple description. Okay so, while I was watching you- not in a stalker kind of way, just in a I happened to be there kind of way, I was knitting with Maria and she told me about the first time you two met. She doesn’t know I have a crush on you but she knows I would like to get to know you. She keeps telling me to just go and talk to you but it’s hard!!!!! I feel so insecure every time I see you with Dina, I feel like I could never live up to that. I wish you knew who I was and I wish we talked. I have a question for you to think about: How would you want me to reveal myself? Do you want me to reveal myself?

Kisses, Someone you could know.

I rushed to my art desk and grabbed a pen and a separate sheet of paper. I wrote a letter back to this person. My letter said:

Yes! Please reveal yourself, but be smart, I won’t hesitate to blow your head off. But if you’re sweet, we can talk for sure. SPEAK NOW OR FOREVER HOLD YOUR PEACE!

Sincerely, Ellie!

I didn’t bother folding the paper and instead taped it to the same spot I found this person’s letter on my porch.

I finally walked in silence to Maria’s place and got to work. I wanted to ask Maria about it but I was sort of into her revealing herself to me. Plus, a name meant nothing, I didn’t know many people in town so this was new to me. Guess we would just have to wait & see.

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A/n: Hehe ^_^ i love this idea! Anywayys part two coming soon i love itttttt btw story hits different when you listen to The flowers by regina spektor <3

[howaboutcastiel]

I Can't Help Myself (Marc Spector, Steven Grant)

VERY MUCH 18+ THIS CONTENT IS EXPLICIT

Summary: Jake accidentally touches a cursed artifact while on a mission. The consequences span a couple of days, leaving you and all of the moon boys in a pretty interesting dilemma. (Part 2, featuring Marc and Steven) Read Part 1. Epilogue.

Word Count: 6.4k

Content: Sex pollen. SMUT. Like honestly filthy, kinky, unapologetic smut. Manhandling, bondage, riding, PIV, vibrators, anal plugs, dub-con kinda (per the nature of sex pollen). THANKS FOR 800 FOLLOWERS!!! Consider this a token of my appreciation  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

You only had to get through the next twelve hours. 

That shouldn’t be so hard, right? You were halfway there already and now you had a solid grasp on your predicament, or more accurately Jake’s predicament. 

You woke up to the sound of your alarm and were relieved to find that your boyfriend was still fast asleep, having found his way underneath the covers sometime during the night. You tried not to wake him as you snuck out of bed. 

Heading to the kitchen, you had your heart set on an omelet with spinach and cheese and whatever other fresh vegetables you could find in the fridge. Last night had given you quite a workout and you were ravenous. You opted to make a second one for Jake, but you made sure to pull the oat milk to the front of the refrigerator in case Steven was the one who woke up instead. 

Halfway through making the second omelet, you heard stirring in the other room. A tiny rumble set off in your chest as you had hoped Jake would be able to sleep through more of the day, avoiding his problem for just a little while longer. He seemed relaxed enough, though, as he stumbled into the kitchen lazily. He was wearing his boxers. 

“Morning, baby,” Marc grumbled to you. The recognition of his voice sent fire down your spine. How could you explain this to him? Had he noticed anything yet? “Whatcha cooking?” 

“Omelets.” You hummed in response. He seemed to be alright for now and, thankfully, his body wasn’t showing the same unfortunate symptoms that it had the night before. In plain terms, you were thankful that he didn’t have a boner yet. 

“Smells great. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Jake must have worked hard yesterday, because I feel like I could eat a horse.”

“Yeah, about that…” how could you even begin to explain his predicament? Should you wait until he noticed something himself? Would he even notice, or would he be blissfully ignorant like Jake had been, too driven by lust to even think straight? 

“Oh! I forgot to tell you,” he interrupted your internal wrestling, “Jake has a new agreement with Steven, apparently, and he kinda roped me into it. He said he’ll stop eating red meat if Steven would stop trying to make us go vegan. He even said he would try to stay Kosher, but only if I didn’t get to eat burgers anymore. He said he didn’t want to be the only one making sacrifices.”

“Um… okay.” Marc was giddy. Distracted. You couldn’t tell if it was from just waking up, or if the brain-fog of the curse was weighing on him. “I’ll try to make sure you stick to it, then. Beef is bad for your cholesterol, anyway.” 

“I just thought about it because I’m so hungry,” he explained. “I guess it was a random thought, though. There’s no red meat in omelets, usually. Except ham, but I don’t eat that anyway.”

He was rambling. Not only that, he was happily rambling. Mindlessly. This wasn’t normal for Marc, especially not at the crack of dawn. No one in that body was remotely a morning person. You decided not to mention anything to him yet, only because you like to see him so carefree. Marc was never carefree. 

“Here,” you handed him the already-cooked omelet as you finished cooking the second one. “Go ahead and eat. I don’t want it to get cold.”

He scarfed down the food in no more than three bites, giving you barely enough time to even plate up your own serving. You scoffed as you turned to see his empty plate, his apologetic puppy-dog eyes meeting your own. 

“You said to go ahead.” He pointed out. You couldn’t exactly argue with that. You started on your omelet, much more slowly than he had. 

“Did you sleep well?” You asked through a mouthful of food. Marc grinned at you and nodded slightly. 

“I had really interesting dreams.” He had a cheeky look on his face, which sent a little bit of nausea to your gut. “There was a beautiful girl in them and I was sad to leave her when I had to wake up. Good thing she didn’t go far.” 

So the pollen infiltrated even their dreams. It must have even more of an effect on their brain than you had thought before with Jake. Even now, it was evident that Marc wasn’t all himself. He was unfocused and unstressed and optimistic and all of the things he normally wasn’t. But at least he wasn’t all over you right now. Not yet. 

“So what’s your plan for today?” You hoped you could get him to do the talking while you finished your breakfast. He stood to pour himself a cup of juice as he spoke. 

“Well, I don’t really know. I thought that Khonshu might have something for me to do, but he’s oddly quiet. I hope that he’s finally come around to the idea of giving me some time off. It gets pretty annoying having to listen to the orders of an old, dead bird. Plus, he doesn’t just say what he wants me to do. He yells it most of the time.”

He continued to babble as you scarfed down your food, only pausing periodically to take sips of his juice or to catch his breath. You had finished your plate by the time he was off the topic of Khonshu, at which point it was evident to you that he had no obligations for the day. 

“I think I’m gonna watch the morning news. I haven’t really done that in a while, you know? Maybe it’ll say something really important. Or maybe it’ll tell us it’s national cupcake day or something.” 

You followed him to the study, where he plopped down dramatically on the couch. As he spread his legs across the cushions, you could see his dick twitch underneath his boxers. The nausea grew a bit in your stomach. 

“Come sit down, babe.” He urged. You obliged without saying a word. As soon as your back hit the cushions, he wrapped you securely in his arms, nuzzling his face into your neck from the side. 

“Marc, there’s something I gotta tell you.” You began. He hummed to indicate he was listening before softly latching his mouth onto your shoulder, his hands beginning to move around your arms and back exploratively. You had to bite the bullet. “Something happened on the mission last night. Your body was… cursed.”

His lips stilled against your skin and his hands slowed. 

“Cursed?”

“Yes. I didn’t mention it before because I didn’t want to ruin your good mood, but Jake and I noticed it last night. There was an artifact that he touched and it was enchanted, we think. The curse is supposed to only last a day, but we’re only halfway there right now.” 

“What kind of curse?” He was only half-listening to you. You craned your neck to look in his eyes and you could tell that his pupils were dilated. Peering down, you didn’t even have to see the tent forming in his briefs to confirm that he was getting worked up. You sighed frustratedly. 

“Have you ever heard of sex pollen?” You asked him. He shook his head and hummed in denial. You were beginning to feel hot. “It’s kind of like… well—I don’t know how to say it exactly. It’s like you can’t control yourself. Like you’re permanently turned on and you can’t really think about anything else.”

Marc groaned lightly, and you could tell he was only pretending to take you seriously. He was obviously distracted by other thoughts. You took his head in your hands, jerking upward. 

“I’m serious, Marc. We need to talk about this. Last night was really worrying. Look—” You pulled down the neck of your shirt, revealing the various bruises that Jake had left the night before. “You’ve got to try to control yourself. This is dangerous.”

“Jake did that to you?” His face scrunched in concern. For a moment, he seemed more like himself. Guilty. Ashamed. 

“He didn’t mean to. That’s my point! We have to be really careful about this. You could hurt yourself. You could hurt me.”

A look of determination grew in his lidded eyes. 

“I won’t hurt you, I promise.” He was decisive. “I won’t even touch you if that’s what you want.”

A bit of guilt ran through your chest and up your neck. It was ice cold and hot all at once and it mimicked the nausea from before. 

“No, that’s okay. I don’t want you to have to handle this by yourself. I trust you, and if I don’t think you can control yourself, I’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

With that, Marc resumed using his mouth to worship your neck and chest. He made sure to restrain his strength as he began to grind up into you. The gentle touch sent waves of heat between your legs. 

“That’s it, baby. Let me help you out. Just show me what you need.” You felt somewhat like you were guiding a teenager through sex. Someone crazy hormonal, desperate, and not sure how to balance his pleasure with yours. He would need your direction if he didn’t want to hurt you, or even himself for that matter. If you truly had another twelve hours of this, he would need all the help he could get. 

“More.” He murmured into your skin. Marc was grinding up against you desperately, now painfully hard. You pushed your hips down into him, which caused him to throw his head back and squeeze his eyes shut. He was panting quietly. 

“More specific, babe. Tell me what you want.” You cupped his face again in your hand, pulling his lips up to yours. With his tongue in your mouth and his back pressed against you, you could feel the wetness beginning to pool in your panties, your heartbeat in your ears. 

He moaned into your mouth as he sucked on your tongue, trying to somehow hold you closer to him. Marc’s whimpers we’re high pitched. Needy. Pitiful. Beautiful. He pulled away, gasping quietly for air. 

“Just… help me. Please.” He did the best that he could. You knew Marc’s brain wasn’t capable of many more words than that right now. He whined as you stood up off of him. 

“Come with me.” You beckoned him over to the desk. Marc stared in confusion, but followed you to the corner of the room without so much as a complaint. You patted the chair to indicate he should sit down. He begrudgingly did. “I think this will work better if I’m the one using my strength.”

“I don’t understand.” He stated. His eyes glowed wider as you brought your legs over his, situating yourself in his lap. You wiggled your hips. 

“This way, you don’t have to worry too much about hurting me.” You explained, and brought your hands to the sides of his face. He used his own to cup underneath your arms, a feeble attempt to feel in-control underneath you. “Is that okay?”

“Whatever works,” he mumbled, “Just get on with it.” 

You tried not to take his rude impatience personally. Even though you knew he was cursed, part of you felt a bit like used goods. If you weren’t the one helping him out, he would find the next-closest willing participant to ride out his magical dilemma with. You tried to imagine that he simply loved you so much that you drove him mad with lust. To be fair, it wasn’t too far from the truth normally. 

His cock was completely hard as you pulled it from under the fabric, leaking precum and dawning an angry red color that bordered on purple. You pushed your panties aside to brush the head against your slick, your legs trembling as they tried to hold your weight. Marc sucked a breath through his teeth. 

“You’re so good to me.” He cooed as you lined yourself up. His eyes displayed the genuineness of the words. As lust-filled as he was, Marc was also brimming with adoration and appreciation for you. “The best thing that ever happened to me.”

“I think you’re a little drunk on that curse, baby,” You laughed. He smiled and shook his head a bit, pausing when you lowered yourself an inch or so onto his cock. “You’re just saying that.”

“No, I’m not.” His grip tightened on your back and his eyes fluttered closed. You sunk down another inch and he whimpered gruffly. “You’re everything to me.”

“Okay, don’t get too lovey dovey.” Tears welled in your eyes at his sweet nothings. Marc was normally not the best at showing his gratitude through words. It felt almost unfair to hear them from him now. 

His lips returned to yours as you bottomed out. He explored your mouth lazily with his tongue, hungrily pressing his chest into you further. You rolled your hips sloppily, drawing a whimper from him. The tip of his dick hit your cervix when you leaned into him. 

“Fucking Christ.” You moaned. He seemed equally satisfied with the movement. You began to roll your hips at a slow, steady pace, lifting yourself off irregularly as you tried to find a rhythm you could maintain. 

You were definitely sore from yesterday, but that didn’t stop you from chasing the pleasure that shot through your core as you bounced up and down. If you were this desperate for pleasure, even considering the pain in your joints and the sensitivity of your cunt, then Marc must be unfathomably needy. 

With you controlling the pace, Marc’s pleasure was growing a little slower than he would like it to be. He began to relay his frustration through little whines and grunts and mumbling phrases of discontent. He stared into your eyes with a yearning look, trying to plead with you in as many ways as his body would allow. 

“Baby, faster,” he groaned, tears starting to form in his eyes. He tried to buck his hips and you were grateful that he had only limited leverage to fuck into you with—you didn’t want to turn out even more sore. A high pitched whimper left his throat when you obliged his request. 

“Better?” Your breath was becoming labored as you had to use so much of your body strength to fuck yourself on his cock. He nodded. Marc’s eyes fluttered shut again and a single tear crept down across his cheek. You brought your hand up to his face, swiping the tear away with your thumb. 

His mouth fell open subconsciously as you grazed his face. You brought your thumb down to his lower lip, swiping delicately over the glistening, swollen pink skin and he poked his tongue out just enough to touch the tip of the digit. You pressed in a bit more, welcoming the warm feeling. His mouth closed around it. 

Marc sucked your finger hungrily. The move caught you off guard, but you could feel it making you wetter even with his cock buried deep inside of you. Tightness enveloped your chest, a sharp feeling that only fueled your high. You pulled away your finger and his mouth fell open with disappointment. 

“You want to suck on my fingers?” You hummed. Marc nodded furiously, his eyes unable to flutter open and still trickling tears. A quiet sob broke in his mouth. 

“Please,” he cried wantonly. When you didn’t move, he tugged at the skin of your back, grinding into you. “I need more.”

“Okay, baby.” You obliged. He reopened his mouth drunkenly, laying his tongue on his bottom lip to invite you. You rested the pads of your index and middle fingers there and you clenched around his dick as he closed his mouth, his lips beautifully wrapped around the knuckles of your manicured hand. 

You watched as salty tears continued to fall from his eyes. What a glorious sight. By this time, you were losing stamina in your pace, but Marc’s feverish bucking of his hips made up for your loss of strength. His hand crept up to the back of your neck as the other one cupped your ass for leverage. Before long, it was him that was almost entirely fucking you, not the other way around. 

He didn’t have to warn you that he was close. Your pleasure was growing faster than his, miraculously, and your orgasm ripped through you as he began to show signs that he was close to his own. You tensed around him, muscles spasming and clenching out of your control as the ecstatic current shot up your chest. Barely in time, you lifted yourself off of him right before he began to coat your thighs and stomach in hot strings of cum. 

For a moment, he looked too fucked-out to move much. That was a relief. You took the reprieve as an opportunity to walk to the bathroom, grabbing a wet cloth for yourself and another for Marc. You began to tidy yourself as you watched him in the corner of your eye struggle for composure. 

Reprieve, unfortunately, didn’t last long. 

You had vastly underestimated his ability to regain his stamina. As you approached him to offer the washcloth and perhaps a comforting touch, you felt the ground come away from your feet. Marc tackled you in one clean motion, pinning your arms above your head and forcing your lips open with his tongue. Steven’s books and stationary flew off of the desk. With a crashing sound, his cup of pens and pencils scattered on the floor and Marc shifted your weight underneath him so that your back was flat against the desk. 

“Get off!” You tried to shout into his mouth, but your words were obviously muffled against his tongue. Regretfully, you braced your full weight against the desk, lifting your knee as hard as you could into his lower chest. He lost his grip on you and stumbled back, the breath violently stolen from him. “What the fuck?”

You weren’t mad. Scared, maybe a bit, but more concerned than anything. His eyes were as wide as you’d ever seen them, maybe more. He clenched his fists. 

“I’m sorry,” he winced. He backed away another foot. “I don’t know how to stop.” 

“I know, baby,” You pulled yourself off of the desk, holding your upper arms defensively and squeezing your legs together. “This is what I was talking about. The curse is pretty powerful.” 

“I don’t know how to stop.” He repeated more desperately. His dick was hard. Still, somehow. Marc’s chest and face were bright red and he looked terrified. “Tell me what to do.”

“I’m not sure,” you explained, “This is what I was afraid of. I can’t keep doing this, though. I’m exhausted.”

“Is it gonna stop?” 

“Eventually, but you’ve got to ride it out until then.” 

“Literally, I guess.” He scoffed. It was a pitiful, sarcastic and miserable comment, but it gave you an idea. Marc was still clenching his fists and you could see that he was using all his willpower not to tackle you. 

“Honey… don’t get mad at me.” You blurted as you scrambled to the closet. Marc’s face contorted and another whimper left his mouth. It was a very different kind of whimper than the others. 

“Why?”

“I can tell that it’s taking all your strength to control yourself and, no offense, but I don’t think you can keep that up for long.” You rummaged through the shoebox in the top of your wardrobe. He swallowed thickly. 

“So what do you suggest?”

“I think you have to be restrained.” Marc’s face dropped at the words and his chest shuddered. He didn’t refuse, though. “You’re gonna hurt yourself otherwise. Or me. Or both of us.”

You motioned to the bed and pulled your hands out of the box, a thick length of rope in one and a thinner, longer strand in the other. Marc may not have his god-given avatar strength without the suit,  but he was still incredibly built. He would need a lot of restraint to hold him reliably. 

“You’re probably right.” He sauntered to the bed defeatedly. Marc sat on the edge, holding his hands out in front of him, wrists together. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“For the record, I’m sorry I have to do this.” You started by wrapping the thin rope around his wrists, making sure the knot was doubly secure as you began winding the length along his forearms. 

“Don’t be,” he tutted, “I’d normally be stoked about it, to be fair. And I’m glad you're helping me.”

Though he had pulled his boxers back over his waist, they were doing little else than feigning modesty. His dick was plainly outlined underneath the cotton, rock-hard and leaking pre-cum in a small spot under the band. It twitched with every other pass of the rope over his arms. 

“Should I secure you to the bed?” You pondered out loud how best to ensure that he wouldn’t break free. He didn’t have much to offer with his brain jumbled and horny and still. “I’m gonna have to bind your arms to your chest, baby. Otherwise, I think you might wank yourself raw.”

“Whatever you have to do.” He said vacantly. Marc wasn’t really processing what was going on, his mind deep in his thoughts as he watched you wind the rope up across his elbows and halfway to his shoulders. You passed the length across his chest and over his neck, ensuring it wouldn’t slip down toward his wrists. You secured the thin, coarse bindings in a hexagonal pattern and then reached for the other rope. 

“Try to flex for me. I wanna see your range of movement.” Your voice was soft, almost nurturing. Surprisingly, Marc didn’t seem too upset with his predicament. His face was flushed and his eyes lingered on your hands as they nimbly fondled the rope. Again, he swallowed hard. You were satisfied by how little the rope shifted as he raised and tensed his arms. 

You used the thicker strand to secure his arms tightly against his chest. The rope passed over his stomach and around his arms, aligning in the shape of a Magen David across his back. You tugged on it testingly and he let out a gasp. 

“You can pull it tighter,” he breathed, “I mean, if it would make you feel safer.”

“I feel perfectly safe. Do you want it tighter?” He blushed and lowered his head. There wasn’t much room in that cursed, foggy brain for him to feel ashamed or embarrassed, but Marc could always find a way somehow, couldn’t he? You felt a laugh bubble in your chest. “It’s okay if you do. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, please.” He murmured, eyes still below your face. He groaned as you pulled the remaining give from the rope, forcing his shoulder blades together a bit. You finished the final knot and helped him onto his back and he made a careful attempt to temper his breath and relax his body. His dick was still painfully hard and he was panting. 

You stood away from the bed, admiring your work. The bondage seemed secure enough—if not to hold him down completely, at least to keep him from tackling you again. As you pondered what exactly to do next, his meek voice scrambled your thoughts. 

“Honey,” Marc murmured in almost whisper, “What now?”

“Well, what do you think?” You offered. After all, the least you could do was account for his opinion, considering he was at your mercy now. 

“I can’t—” He whimpered. “You can’t just leave me like this. I need some kind of relief.”

“It doesn’t work like that, baby. You’re not really gonna feel relieved until the curse wears off.”

“But I need something. Anything, please. I can’t hurt you like this, right? It’ll be fine, just give me something.”

“I don’t think I should,” you explained, sitting in the chair next to the bed and pulling one of Steven’s books from the shelf. “You’re gonna be wanting that for the next twelve hours, babe. If I obliged, I’m more worried that you would be the one hurt. Your body can’t handle all that.”

He whimpered, but resigned himself to your logic. Slacking his muscles, Marc tried to relax on the bed as you opened the book and started reading. The television was still droning on the news behind you, barely within his line of sight or range of hearing. He tried to focus on it to distract himself. 

You were relieved to find that it was somewhat working. Marc looked focused enough on the telly, his eyes following the screen intently as he craned his neck to see it properly. For about a half-hour, the both of you got to rest. At least, it seemed that way. Once you were a few chapters into your book, though, you heard shuffling coming from the bed. You peered over the pages to see him tugging at his bindings, a scared and confused look on his face. He whimpered as he locked eyes with you. 

“Darling?”

Oh, fuck. 

“Steven?” He looked mortified. You dropped your book and stood from your chair, over by his side in an instant. “It’s okay, don’t freak out. You’re okay.” 

“He was—Marc was in distress. I could feel it, so I came to the front to give him a bit of help. I don’t understand what’s happening.”

You explained to him his predicament as he listened intently, the look of fear only growing on his face. A red flush migrated across his cheeks and further as you outlined exactly why you couldn’t release him from his binding. Just like Marc before him, he twitched in his boxers each time he tensed or tugged on the rope. He looked even more pitiful than the other two had. 

“I’m sorry,” You provided, “it’s just best this way. You can’t hurt me and you can’t hurt yourself. You’ve just got to wait it out for a few more hours.”

He nodded, trying his best to accept your reasoning. His body screamed something contrary, though, and it was hard to even listen to the logic, let alone comprehend it and fight to align himself with it. 

There was nothing you could do but watch, for a while. Steven tried his damnedest to relax and distract himself, as you’d instructed him to do, but he just couldn’t comply. He squeezed his thighs together, desperate for friction, and you followed the beads of sweat that formed and fell around his collarbone, along his temples and down the back of his neck. His curls began to stick to his face as he rutted fruitlessly, all the while whimpering and hissing and choking on air when he stretched his muscles beyond their reach underneath the rope. 

You finally caved when his silent tears evolved into broken sobs. 

“Darling, please,” he cried, arching his back and curling his toes, “you can’t just leave me like this.”

You tried to explain that twelve straight hours of stimulation would ruin his body, but he was having none of it. 

“It doesn’t have to be all that. I just need something now. I’m losing my mind here. Please. Just—please. Anything. Anything.”

You thought for a split second about giving a hand job, too tired for anything else. A devilish thought pricked in your mind, though, and it made more sense the more you thought about it. You gave him a reassuring look and he responded with subtle relief and much less-subtle pleading. 

“Okay, baby, I’ll give you something. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” You travelled back to the closet and once again rummaged through the shoebox for that object that you desired. Steven’s eyes widened as you pulled out a small bottle of lube and tossed it his way, followed by a black, remote-controlled vibrating plug. 

“What are you doing?” He mumbled worriedly. 

“Helping,” you explained, “I don’t have the stamina for what you need, and this thing has hours of battery life in it.”

He swallowed hard as you approached the bed again. Steven subconsciously clenched all the muscles in his body and his neck and chest blossomed red with some emotion between longing and shame. He couldn’t hide his excitement for it, though he knew the long and intense ride he was in for. 

“You know the drill, baby. I need you to relax.”

You pulled his boxers down slowly, careful not to touch his rock-hard length as it sprung free from the fabric containing it. Your logic was sound and anatomically-based. Prostate orgasms, even multiple ones in a row, were much less of a drain on the body than ejaculatory ones, and you wouldn’t have to worry about him trying to hurt himself to chase any more stimulation. It made perfect sense in your head. 

Coating your index and middle finger in the lube, you continued to murmur much-needed praises and reassurances into Steven’s ear as you pushed his legs apart and circled his rim with your hand. 

“Everything is fine, baby. I’m going to make you feel good. You don’t need to worry, you just have to relax for me for a bit first. You can do that, right? You’re always so good for me.”

You slipped one finger in first, drawing a deep and rigid moan from him. As you curled the digit inside of him, Steven rocked backward onto your hand and you watched another bead of sweat fall down his neck. His skin was glistening with desperation and his face was flushed pink and abused by your lips from earlier and yesterday. He looked ravishing, of course. 

Another finger pushed in beside the first, curling and pulling and pushing and twisting until he became used to the movement and was able to relax into it. Steven’s breath was labored and he refused to open his eyes. He bit his lower lip and clenched his fists in an effort to ground himself. You pulled your hand away and he yelped frustratedly. 

“I know, baby, don’t worry.” He hissed as you pressed the head of the plug against his entrance, slick with lube and not quite warm enough from your hand. You pushed it in slowly and he struggled to take it at first, moaning as the widest part of the bulb stretched him open. Once it was in all of the way and the flat bottom of the plug rested against his skin, you placed the pads of your fingers on the toy. 

“Tell me where it feels best.” You instructed as you began to shift the toy back and forth, feeling for the spot that would give him so much glorious pleasure. He cried out as you pushed at the bottom of the plug. 

“There,” he sobbed, his breath hitched, “Right there. Please.”

“Okay, baby,” You stepped back from the bed. He was a sight to behold, for sure, and he was needy and desperate and vocal and embarrassed and all of the prettiest things he could be. You fumbled with the remote for the plug, finding the on switch with your thumb. 

Steven grumbled a low sob, whimpering and pained and ecstatic and greedy all at once. His cock jolted helplessly and he tried to grind back farther into the toy. The rope scratched against his skin, pressing into his biceps and rubbing a red line at the base of his throat. 

“Does that feel good?” He nodded frantically. Satisfied, you turned the vibrator up to the second-lowest setting. Pre-cum trickled from his tip. 

“Thank you,” he breathed, “F—feels, ahh… Christ.” 

You returned to your book, though you were admittedly too distracted to focus on it. Steven’s little whimpers and groans and sobs and delirious murmurs made it hard for you to concentrate. Despite how entirely fucked out you were, some of the filthy noises shot straight to your core. 

A pang in your chest drew your eyes from the book as he made a particularly feral sound. Glancing up, you could tell that he was close to his first orgasm. Steven’s back arched and his toes curled and he shut his eyes tight as pleasure ripped through his body. He began to writhe as he rode out the high and the stimulation failed to slow. 

You almost felt bad for him, until you saw the absolutely drunken look of satisfaction on his face. He continued to rock backward into the toy, even pulling at his restraints in an attempt to reach his hand to his needy cock. Steven was hardly able to catch a proper breath, but when he did, he immediately used it to appeal to you again. 

“Darling,” he gasped, “higher.”

“I’m sorry?” 

“The toy. Please. Turn it up.”

You obliged, setting the vibrator to the next-highest setting. His moans grew more frequent and more desperate and he was covered in sweat as tears streamed from his eyes. He continued to try and reach for his cock, to no avail. After a few more moments, a second orgasm befell him and his face contorted into sobs as he continued to cry. 

“Can you—” He couldn’t choke out the words. He sniffled and swallowed another sob as the stimulation made his body jolt. “Can you come here?”

“Baby, I already told you—”

“I know, I know! But you helped the other two out, right? I just—just need you to touch me. Hold me. God, please. Love, please come here. Please.”

He mumbled and sobbed hopelessly, his chest rocking and his legs shaking and his breath catching. The look in his eyes was pitiful and lustful and loving and yearning and of course you couldn’t say no to him. 

“You want me to hold you?” You asked, just for clarification. 

“Yes.” With his confirmation, you got to your feet once again. You even tugged your shirt off for him to reveal your bare chest, though you left your panties on. He eyed you pleadingly as you stood at the bed. 

You curled your fingers underneath the rope across his chest, pulling him foreword and snaking your hand to his back for further support. Helping him into a kneeling position, you rubbed circles into his shoulders and subtly adjusted the parts of his bindings that were chafing his skin. He breathed a relieved sigh as you tucked your legs around him from behind, pressing your chest into his back and nestling your chin into his neck. He leaned into the touch as much as he could and you wrapped your arms around his front. 

“Is this better?” You hummed into his skin and he nodded, breathing out a jumbled affirmation. You pressed kisses into his neck. 

“Kiss me.” Of course, you were happy to comply with his request. His lips were wet with tears and sweat and they moved feverishly against yours. Steven kissed you so desperately that it brought a deep pressure to your chest—the kind that made you feel safe and important and understood. His mouth moved sweetly and gently, but passionately against yours. You had to force him to pull away for breath and he smiled loftily. 

His brows furrowed and his body stilled as he reached his peak again. Surely, he had to be getting tired. If nothing else, his brain was obviously exhausted and he had lost his ability to form words for the most part by now. Even still, Steven’s noises of pleasure were an adequate form of communication, and you could tell from the grinding of his body back against yours that he still needed more. 

Begrudgingly, you grazed your hand down the knots of rope along his chest until they traveled past his stomach and down to the base of his dick. He swallowed hard and a begging whimper erupted from his throat as he realized the placement of your palm. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft with a feather-light touch. 

“Please.” It was perhaps the only word left in his vocabulary. You increased the pressure your hand was exhibiting and you could feel the vibration of the plug course weakly through your palm. 

You began to slowly pump your fingers up and down and Steven barely had the strength to buck into your hand, but he tried nonetheless. His voice was destroyed and tattered and raspy, but he didn’t attempt to quiet or restrain the noises falling from his lips. His entire body shook as you worked your hand over his cock and you returned your lips gingerly to his neck, which was salty and sticky and inviting you so perfectly. 

Steven slumped considerably after his fourth orgasm shot through him. A measly shot of cum drizzled down your knuckles and his body became limp once he finished spurting his load into your hand. You sighed in relief when you noticed his measured breathing. He must have passed out from exhaustion. 

“Sweet boy,” you whispered as you gently, slowly parted from his touch. You coaxed him back down onto the mattress as gingerly as possible, desperate not to stir him awake as you got him back into a lying position. You reached for the remote, turning it down notch-by-notch until the plug was still. You didn’t try to pull it out. 

As much as he had certainly earned his release in more ways than one, you knew it still wasn’t safe to untie him. Carefully, you lifted his head and pulled a pillow under him before throwing the blanket atop his skin haphazardly.

Hopefully, he would be able to sleep through the rest of the curse, but it would be a miracle if he did. Only nine hours to go, you thought to yourself. 

He looked so peaceful as he slept. 

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So the other day I wrote A Lover Fairytale and touched lightly on the subject of Joel being slightly inexperienced. What I mean by this, is the man not knowing there are sexual acts that he's already doing in the bedroom which he doesn't know have a name or is actually a kink of his.

Well, I had some ideas of course and I would love to go into further detail about Joel and his Female S/O exploring different kinks and sexual acts of pleasure. I'm thinking about making a 'kink masterlist' for Joel. I don't know yet, haven't officially decided, but let me know what ya'll think of the first one I have written for him.

Smut under the cut - Minors, move along please. Thank you.

Cock Warming

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

WC: 1k

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Unprotected PIV Sex. Cock-warming. Needy Joel waking up his lady with a sex. Pretty much PWP with a reference to A Lovers Fairytale.

AN: I honestly couldn't get the idea of Joel being so desperate and needy out of my head, and hearing him choke on his own moans of pleasure, hence where this kinky fic came from. So anyways, I do hope you like it. Thank you, my loves &lt;33

You awoke to the breathy exhale of Joel’s voice directly into your ear. The sound was so needy and passionate, it caused a heat to form in your lower abdomen in a matter of seconds. Though, he stopped moving after you awoke, no doubt trying to steady his breathing and take back control. 

When he continues however, he chokes quietly with his lips sealed over your neck, muffling all of those pretty little sounds he makes. The bed was rocking back and forth, and you suddenly remembered about last night's activities. You fell asleep, both of you did, but it’s the position you chose before falling asleep together. He’s still inside of you, and was chasing that blissful high he so desperately needed. 

You could feel his cock, hard and stiff, grinding into your cunt from behind. It felt so good, but it was even more pleasurable knowing that he had awoken before you and continued where he left off last night. The idea of cockwarming never even occurred to you and Joel. Not until you suggested that romance novel for him to read a couple months back, A Lovers Fairytale. 

Ever since then, you have been exploring all kinds of sex play with the man. Some that you like, some that you don’t, but perhaps cockwarming is something you should have tried sooner because he sounded absolutely wrecked right now. He could barely breathe. It was a mighty struggle for him to stay quiet, but rutting into you from behind stroked his cock so nicely that he just wanted to cry out with satisfaction. 

You were clenching around him in your sleep. That’s what woke him up at first, and when he felt your slick oozing out of your pussy, he started to grow hard and hungry, ravenous. You feel his pace pick up speed, his hand on your hip tightening to keep you steady and the action makes you gasp. “S’ok darlin’,” he whispers reassurances, regardless if he knows you're fully awake or not. “I’m almost there,” he pleads. 

You reach out for his hand, your fingers slipping between his with a comforting squeeze. “Don’t stop” you sigh, clenching around him tightly that just draws out the dirtiest grunting sound he could produce. “Feels so good,” you whine needily, and beg between his gentle thrusts in and out of your cunt. “Don’t stop… please, just… It’s ok… Joel.” 

“Oh fuck, babydoll,” he cries, finally releasing the breath he was struggling to hold in for so long. “I won’t stop… can’t stop.” He buries his sweat-covered forehead into your neck, grunting into your skin like a wild man with a deep primal need to spill his seed. You suddenly become the one who could barely breathe now as his pace picks up once more, his rhythm becoming hard and ferocious. 

The bed squeaked against the floor violently, his hand now splayed across your lower stomach before he gently pushed his palm into you, as if he were trying to feel his cock inside. The added pressure made you mewl, your hand darting over his to reassure him that it was a mewl of satisfaction. He used the new position as leverage, keeping your body pinned against him to fuck you hard and fast. 

He’s so hard right now, painfully hard, and you can just feel in his movements that he’s trying to hold off his climax and wait for you. Ever the gentleman, you thought, but to help him, you lowered your hand to your cunt and rubbed nameless shapes on your clit, the added stimulation pushing you closer to the edge. 

“Fucking love when you do that,” he grunts, praising your efforts, “Keep going. Faster, baby,” he pleads, his voice harsh and out of control. You wouldn’t care if he lost all sense of control. You hope one day that he feels comfortable enough to just use your cunt for his pleasure and his pleasure only. The thought of him doing just that makes you whimper and pulse around his dick, feeling every vein and ridge surging through your velvety walls. 

“Doll, I’m cumming,” he warns abruptly, and you feel his rhythm stagger; a pause in his pace as you clench around him with a vice-like grip. “Fuck! So fucking tight,” He pushes through, burying himself to the hilt to release his warmth deep inside and fill you up with his seed. “Nughh! Oh fuck…” he gasps sharply, followed by a long pause of silence as the stars explode behind his eyes. “...Fuuuuck,” he sighs breathily, and you swear the man isn’t even here with you consciously anymore. 

He’s just lost within the ecstasy of your pussy squeezing around him, the pleasure simply too enjoyable for him to speak anything other than a string of moaning nonsense. Only until you relaxed around him did he return to you, and it was with an opened mouth kiss to your neck, the sound of his thick southern voice hoarse and dry, “I need a minute, darlin’,” he drawls tiredly, exhaustion heavily audible in his tone, “I love you so much, just give me a minute.” He says. 

You had wrecked the man. Absolutely destroyed him with your cunt and he simply needed a minute to regain his composure. You would say it was satisfying, but satisfaction could never come close to how you feel in this exact moment. The ability to render Joel into a complete utter mess, speechless and breathless, while coming down from an almighty high, is rewarding. It was more than a minute that he needed though. He instead, fell asleep with his cock softening inside of you. 

And hours later, the hunger to be pleasured grew insatiable once more when he awoke with morning wood.

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[pickinglilahs]

Blackeclipse for the soul

AO3 link, Part 1 (Have I been posting this?) Part 30; Part 31; Part 32

Remus woke to an empty bed.

Frowning and shivering slightly, he sat up. Looking around, he didn't see anyone in the room, and there was no light on in the bathroom. There was no light coming in through the windows either, but a quick tempus told him dinner had just started.

Shivering violently now, he hunkered back down under the covers, muttering a warming charm.

It didn't help.

Remus wanted to cry.

He knew his boys did a lot to take care of him and he honestly wouldn't blame them for taking a break and celebrating like normal teenagers. The party downstairs was probably in full swing by now; he truly wanted them to enjoy themselves.

But...

Had they really just left him there?

All alone?

Had they really forgotten him so easily?

Extremely tired and suddenly very overwhelmed, hot tears began spilling from Remus' eyes.

He rolled over, burying his face in the pillow, shoulders shaking from the cold and the sobs he refused to let out.

"Moonbeam?"

Remus hardly noticed the bed dipping beside him until he was forcibly rolled onto his back. Startled, Remus hiccuped and tried to blink the tears away. He brought a hand up to scrub at his eyes, still shaking.

"Oh, Mon Lune."

He was lifted from the bed and found himself wrapped in warm, strong arms. Remus wanted to pull away, to tell Regulus that he could go back to the party, that he was okay on his own.

But he physically couldn't. He was full-on sobbing now; body trembling from head to foot. Clinging desperately to the taller boy, Remus hated himself for needing this.

He had spent a decade's worth of Fulls by himself but just a few months of this and he had broken. Cerci help him if they ever left because he already didn't know how to live without them.

Regulus stroked Remus' back, murmuring into his hair, "I'm here, Mon Amore. I'm so sorry you woke up alone; I didn't mean to be gone so long."

Remus did pull back then. Still choking down sobs, teeth chattering, he tried "Y-you d-d-didn't ha-have t-to-to c-come check on m-me. Y-you sh-sh-should b-b-be cel-eb-br-br-ating with th-the oth-ers."

Regulus frowned at him. "Celebrating? Moonbeam, the last place I want to be is in a room full of rambunctious lions trying to talk to me. I only left to bring you food."

When Remus tried to protest again, Regulus cut him off, "I know you're hungry; don't even try to deny it."

True, Regulus didn't like parties. Or crowds. Or people talking to him. But that didn't mean he wanted to spend his evening with a tired, achy, shivering Remus.

Seeing the protest building, Regulus tried again, softer, "If you get to hug our hurt away, Mon Amore, James and I are allowed to do it for you too."

Remus looked at Regulus skeptically. He had a good point, but Remus was loath to admit it.

"And the only reason he isn't up here with us right now is because Kingsley thought you should make an appearance at the party. So 'you' are downstairs with James and my brother. I went down with them to the kitchens and came back under the cloak so people wouldn't think I was up here alone. Kingsley is up here ‘finishing an essay’ and will be back down in a bit."

He paused, brushing the hair out of Remus' face before tucking the boy back under his chin. "I'm sure James will be up shortly, he's probably just as worried about you as you get about him."

Remus, still trembling slightly from the cold, finally gave in. If either of them felt a fraction of what he felt for them, maybe he could let them take care of him, just for a little while.

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Just as Regulus predicted, James joined them not 20 minutes later.

The two had hunkered down farther under the covers once Remus admitted to being cold. Neither had quite figured out why the cold was affecting him so much, but Regulus was little help against the bone-deep chill.

As soon as James entered the room, the sun came out from behind a cloud. It was like the flick of a switch; Remus stopped shaking and the warming charms suddenly kicked in.

Joining them under the covers, James almost yelped in alarm. "You're freezing, Moonbeam!"

Remus nodded, rolling over to latch onto James, who squirmed at the harsh difference in temperature. Wrapping himself around Remus, James looked over his head to Regulus, who looked positively relieved.

"I tried warming charms, body heat, everything. I was ready to set the bed on fire if you didn't come back in the next ten minutes." Regulus looked exhausted, but, underneath, James could see how hurt he was that he couldn't make Remus better on his own.

As if sensing Regulus' turmoil too, Remus rolled back over. He made sure James was wrapped firmly around him before reaching grabby hands at Regulus. Unable to hold back a smile, Regulus scooched over to wrap himself around Remus too.

Remus sighed contentedly and was instantly asleep once more.

With the sleeping boy tucked firmly between them, James spoke softly to Regulus. "There was only the one Full between when Remus and I found out, and when you joined us."

Glancing up at James, Regulus raised an eyebrow. He already knew this. James knew he knew this. So, why...

"For that one, though, he was still aching. Poppy and I were afraid that Remus and I had gone too long without using our bond. That it had been damaged somehow. I was terrified that he'd never be completely free of the pain, no matter what I did. He used to ache all the time—all month long—and he said it wasn't a big deal."

Regulus could only stare, his mind spinning with the implications.

James pulled the arm from Remus' waist to tuck one of Regulus' curls behind his ear.

"And then you came along and... he wasn't hurting at all anymore. It was like 'Oh. So, this is what was missing.' It wasn't that we were broken; it was that we were still waiting for you."

Regulus felt it, the love James was sending through their bond. He had rested his Marked palm on Regulus' cheek, holding his attention.

"I offered to be the one to go downstairs because I know you take away his pain better than I ever could. So don't you ever think that you don't help. That he doesn't need you. That I don't-"

James' voice choked off, and Regulus felt tears prick at his eyes. Turning his head, Regulus kissed James' palm softly.

Remus sighed softly in his sleep, nuzzling further into Regulus' neck.

Regulus closed his eyes as James moved his hand down to rest on Regulus' hip, squeezing tight.

What a mess the three of them were.

And not one of them would have it any other way.

[creamyychann]

Can you do one with tamaki from MHA if so could you do that your in heat your his sister

If you could ☺️

In heat eh?

Your wording is kinda confusing but I'm assuming what you mean is Reader is Tamaki's sister who's in heat, right?

K, I honestly never thought I'll ever write alpha Tamaki but here we go!

Tags: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, INCEST, A/B/O Dynamics, Omega Verse.

MINORS DNI

Don't like it? DON'T READ IT!

You've been warned.

Read at your own risk.

You woke up in a sweat. The lingering feelings on your abdomen feels aching, not just that you feel yourself getting hot. You don't know why you're feeling so hot & why you're suddenly feels desperate, it confuses you more that your body tremble at the aching feelings as if you need something to oose it out. You try to think of the reasons while trying to brush off the feverish feelings taking over you. The more you think the more it's harder to think cuz of all the heat & sudden desperate feelings inside eating you making you weak. You then remember how you've been eating & sleeping more, like you became extremely hungry & wanting to sleep more these past days. Looking back, you've also made your bed filled with a lot of pillows & blankets, creating some sort of nest. All that stuff makes you realize something. You're in heat.

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With that realization in mind, you suddenly feel all the discomfort on your body, clothes, skin, your surroundings, makes you feel like suffocating. You lift yourself only to be met with the feeling of your stomach feels like its about to burst. You huddle yourself up & cries at all the agony. You didn't realize all that cries & the scent/pheromones you releasing accidentally sent someone into your room. "Y-Y/N-chan, a-are you alright? " your brother, Tamaki.

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A very strong sweet scent brush against Tamaki's nose leading him up to your room. Seeing you curled up & desperately clawing yourself makes him realize you're in heat. Being the good brother he is, he approaches you, trying to ignore the very sweet scent calling him to mate you "Y/N-chan, are you a-alright? " Tamaki softly spoke trying to comfort you. The Alpha makes a huge mistake by walking up to you which resulting with you pulling him towards you. In shock, Tamaki pull himself away only to be met with you tugging his shirt while looking up at him with oh so innocent puppy eyes. He takes all the strength in the world to not get lured by you but you just making it even more difficult. Then you said the magic word "P-please Nii-san! ~ help me! Fill me! I can't take it anymore, please! Mate me" that's when Tamaki's soul left him.

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Cry. All you can do is cry as Tamaki hammering you from behind, filling your inside satisfyingly. Tamaki buries himself on to your neck taking a deep breath every now & then to smell the sweet sweet scent coming from you. Your shy big brother slip his hands against yours & holding it tight as he thrusts even deeper into you. Like a bitch, you pant heavily, moaning Tamaki name time to times only making him goes even harder into you. You feel your walls clench at the beautiful feelings & fulfilment inside you which you couldn't help but smile at. Tamaki ruts himself so deep till his knot plunges inside you, officially mating you

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Help, I keep staying up till 5 AM, wtf should I do.

[leafostuff]

Fluffy Pancakes, Fluffy Girl [Ft. CSR Geumhee]

Tags: Fluff, Holy shit its fluffy, Backhugs, did I already mention fluffy?, Quickie, not edited because ffh (Fluffy Fantasy Haze) Author's Note: She is just too cute man, she is just too cute for this world, and its time to give her a true solo fic like this adorable cutie deserves, requested by @libraryoferos so have fun bro and everyone else reading this

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If there was one thing you wish you could've gotten from your girlfriend, is the ability to wake up easily

Saturday morning, 8:15 AM And dear god you have no idea why you are sitting on your sofa, sipping your cup of coffee meanwhile Geumhee is still snoring cutely in your shared bed, you could only curse yourself for your mistake

"hmmm...well she is working a lot for her comeback with her members" you think to yourself, taking a small look toward the bedroom door. "i think i should pamper her a bit" your thoughts added up in your head as you wake up from the sofa and go toward the fridge, pampering your girlfriend the only way you knew how: Pancakes

Pancakes being your favorite food to eat together as a couple is an understatement, since you could honestly say that without this you would never meet you girlfriend, you could only smile as you started to follow the pancake recipe you got from the internet.

Each step you follow of the recipe give you memories that start to float in your head, like how you confessed to Geumhee 2 years ago. date or your first kiss which was during a meteor shower, you cant help but smile as you continue making the pancakes

time passes, the pan is warming up as you style your art of pancake making, first bunch of pancakes gets a bit weirdly shaped, but its doesnt matter since what is important to you is the taste and the smell.

speaking of smell, the scent of the pancakes slowly creeps up to the bedroom as soon enough you could hear a sound akin to a moan coming from the room which means two things: she is awake, and she is hungry resulting in a small giggle from you

however for now you could only focus on the pancakes, not trying to burn them as your eyes look at the pan, while your right hand is holding the spatula, the left hand is holding the pan, making it easier for you to flip the pancakes, slowly but surely more and more freshly made pancakes are added to the plate as suddenly you could feel two hands creeping behind you, slowly wrapping around you.

"Morning Jagi" you simply say as you turn out, revealing your girlfriend in her "just woke up" attire, a white sweater that she probably stole from your closet and very short pants, her brown hair messy however her bangs stay in their place.

however said girl doesnt say anything, instead she opens her mouth, signaling she is hungry as you fork one of the pancakes and slowly enter it into her mouth, letting her munch on the pancake as she hums in response, flashing her iconic gummy smile showing she is enjoying her breakfast in

"You really made those just for me?" Geumhee mouthed the question, her mouth still full of the pancake she is eating.

"Mmm...Maybe?" you answered, causing both of you to fill the room with your laugh, so much so that you couldnt notice that the fork was taken from your hand, taking another pancake with it

"I cant be the only one tasting right oppa?" she asked as you just rolled your eyes, however before eating the pancake you quickly attack her lips, giving her a quick peck before taking a bite from the pancake, making your girlfriend flustered from your sudden action.

"What? i needed something sweet before eating the pacnak-Owww" you did your best attempt of flirting however you only recived a small punch to your shoulder.

"That was corny as fuck oppa" she cutely said, for a minute so you just cant help both of yourself. finding both you and geumhee looking at eachother's eye for a long time, soon enough you both started laughing again.

"Wanna watch some saturday morning anime?" you ask as Geumhee without even answering took you to the sofa, turning on the TV and changing to an Anime channel, your hands quickly go around your girlfriend's neck. pulling her closer to you resulting in her resting her head on your shoulder.

"Now that...is a good morning" you thought yourself, letting the day finally start for the both of you, while it is a slow start, its a start you love

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Posted in10/10/2023

[fireflykaizoku]

Law x Reader | When You Remember Me | Chapter 2

[1]

That’s when you started freaking out. The moment you noticed that man was actually serious and that you lost 4 years worth of memories, memories that you didn’t know if you could recover at some point. You looked at the doctor with wide eyes, almost crying at this point.

— Will I be able to remember? Will… will I be able to recover sometime? — your voice was breaking. — What should I do now?

— It’s… Probably temporary. — he started, looking away. — But I… I’ll get you another doctor. It'll be for the best… — that's all Law said before leaving the room.

Law couldn't be affected by your case. He would be too involved, naturally Trafalgar was always a rational man. This and wanting to help others were two reasons why he was one of the best at his job.

If the dark haired man decided to be the doctor of your case, he would end up letting his feelings take over, something that he couldn't let happen. He tried his best to be professional, but seeing the love of his life in such desperation made his heart clench and break in many pieces.

You were alone in the room, desperate and wondering what else you didn’t remember. Your graduation, family trips, moments with your friends, and even any relationships you had in the past 4 years. Not remembering was making you freak out.

Another doctor soon entered the room, his name tag said he was called Marco. He was very calm and friendly. The blonde doctor reassured you about your situation. Apparently, due to the traumatic brain injury which damaged a part of your brain called hippocampus, it's important to create new memories and recall old events. 

To sum up everything he said, you were experiencing retrograde memory loss, which means you ended up forgetting things that happened right before the accident, but also forgot some major life events, dates or names. 

Marco tried to be as calm and professional as possible when he said you’d probably never be able to recover some of those memories. If you were lucky and could trigger these memories somehow, you could start to remember a few things. But it’d need time and patience.

However, you still needed some exams, which you spent the next hour doing. X Ray, blood tests, CT scan… Everything to make sure you didn’t have any other trauma or injury.

When you went back to your room, the nurse brought your painkillers and antibiotics, which made you spend the rest of the night sleeping and waking up. Once in a while, you even felt the presence of someone getting in the room. But you were too tired and confused to even acknowledge who this person was.

The day after, you woke up with another nurse bringing you your breakfast. Toast, butter, fruit and orange juice. Honestly, you weren’t even that hungry, but you needed to eat because of the medication.

To your surprise, Law came back. Apparently tired, with a little box and a cup of coffee. It was good to see him, you needed to talk to that man and ask why he called you “love” and seemed so intimate.

— Hey doctor… I mean… — you said, almost in a whisper. — Well, good morning?

— Good morning, (Y/N). — he sat next to you and placed his cup of coffee on the table next to your bed, right next to your phone that had no use right now, since you didn’t even remember your password and it was half broken.  — Dr. Fushichou probably told you about how you can bring some memories back, or at least try to. So… I decided to bring some stuff that was in our room, maybe they can help somehow.

“Our” room?

— I’m sorry, what do you mean by “our room”? — you asked.

Law looked down and shook his head. For a second he forgot that you didn’t remember him. Better than explaining everything to you, he simply opened the box to show you what he meant.

The box had pictures, candy wrappers, a few tickets, a certificate, jewelry, letters and little notes. Maybe he was being anxious, ambitious even, expecting you to remember anything. Your accident happened so recently that maybe it was too soon to try to make you remember.

But Law wanted to try anyway.

First, he put a picture of you at what seemed to be your graduation. You were smiling holding your diploma.

— This was your graduation day. — he started. — I wasn’t there, but you said how it was one of the best days of your life.

You held the picture and stared at it for so long, almost as if you were forcing yourself to remember. You wanted to remember.

You needed to remember.

Soon enough, Law placed a movie ticket and a candy wrapper on your lap, making you raise your eyebrow. 

— This is from our first date. I always asked you why you kept it after that long, you said it was because you wanted to remember this moment forever. — the nostalgia made a subtle smile appear on the corner of his lips. — We wanted different movies at first, but we ended up agreeing later on. This is the candy we shared. We got it from a Japanese store at the mall and were curious to try it. We went to the food court and ate the candy.

You giggled, trying to imagine what it was like. Law seemed to be a serious man, you couldn’t imagine him sharing a candy, but you could imagine him arguing about the movie. You touched the ticket and the candy wrapper, as if it could suddenly bring the memory back.

But nothing happened.

— Maybe… With some time I’ll remember, right? — you whispered, still looking at the tickets and focusing on the date of the movie. — Then we’ll be able to laugh about this together again…

After a second of silence, you looked at Trafalgar. 

— You’ll help me… Right? — you continued, almost pleading.

His tattooed hand touched yours almost impulsively, completely forgetting that you didn’t remember who he was. So maybe you wouldn’t want a “stranger” touching your hand. But to his surprise, you didn’t move. Instead, you held tighter.

The sensation of his skin touching yours and his gray eyes looking into yours was familiar somehow, almost as if deep inside, hidden somewhere in your brain, your feelings for him were still there. It was hard to explain, but maybe you were just feeling delusional.

— I’ll help, don’t worry. I’ll be here with you.

Before he could keep showing you the other stuff you had inside your memory box, his phone started ringing. Apparently, he needed to rush to another hospital he worked at.

— I need to go. But I’lll be back as soon as possible. — the dark haired man said, placing the box on your lap. — If you need anything, you can call or ask someone to call me. I’ll be here before you get sent home, alright?

He asked, as he got up in a hurry, not giving you even time to answer with an "okay". You nodded, opening the little memory box and checking what you could find in there. But it wasn’t as fun or useful without the man telling you the stories behind the little things that were there.

[daisychainsandbowties]

after i’ve put this shadow to bed

(a prologue to the fic i’m working on for @frozenabattoir. because ava deserves a little corruption arc)

Rating: M

i keep having the same dream.

“Bea?”

in the dream, i’m standing on the shore of a lake, barefoot. pebbles and silt shifting under my toes. it’s quiet bea - so quiet you can’t even hear the water.

“Bea, where did you go?”

it occurs to me, then, that i know this place. it’s the lake in switzerland, where you taught me to swim. i remember slipping into that icy water with you and the brush of your palms on my stomach.

i remember looking at you and thinking that i would rather this than the Blue Grotto. i would take it over anything.

“There’s something on the walls, Bea. It’s so fucking dark in here, but it’s there. Can’t you hear it?”

“Dripping.”

“It’s on the windows, right? That’s why it’s dark.”

it’s daytime. there’s warmth on my skin but it’s like the warmth of a mouth, like someone breathing down my neck. it’s daytime but it’s dark.

the mountains are all wrong. they’re the wrong shape - i’m sure of it because you taught me about taking everything in and that layering technique where you sit recollections on top of each other and see where the deviation is. bea, I did that and I’m telling you - nothing is the way it should be.

i keep waiting for you to show up, but you never do. 

there’s just the lake.

“It happened again, didn’t it?”

“Bea?”

“It’s blood, right? Of course it fucking is.”

i don’t mean to, but i walk into the lake.

it’s like bathwater. the way it was in the orphanage, where they actually  drew the bath half an hour ago and maybe another kid was in it before me. because why waste warm water on a kid who couldn’t feel shit? why waste the cleanest water?

why fucking bother

lukewarm, that’s the word. but it isn’t the same. it’s thicker. by the time the water is up over my hips i feel like it’s holding me. i dip my hands in and they come out red.

it’s the lake in switzerland but it isn’t our lake.

“Think. Okay, we were here. Th-there were two windows, east-facing, and the door was on the right side of the bed and the bed was… fuck!”

“Okay, Bea sleeps on the right, near the door because she has throwing stars sticking up out of the bedside table like a crazy person. I’m on the left and I – right, I woke up early yesterday because the sun warmed my back!”

“I just need to find a window.”

the mountains. i’m up to my waist and i start thinking about the mountains again. about what kind of wrong they are, squinting even though it’s dark, even though it’s daytime. it’s like… remember how you explained to me about light? how objects absorb most of the wavelengths of light and we only see what’s rejected? or, i mean, reflected.

you taught me that, which is pretty cool but remember i made you watch the Pirates of the Caribbean movies and you liked them. i could tell. i think it made you feel things. for me it was always Elizabeth and the running away and the maybe dressing up as a boy sometimes. you liked that bit too.

but mostly you liked the curse. I think you felt that, didn’t you? a bunch of people cursed with hunger for, like, twelve years or something. maybe it was ten.

you were hungry too.

that’s alright with me. i think your hunger is good

i love that about you.

“I slipped in the blood.”

“Bea? Are you laughing? I can’t hear you but I fucking bet. You literally warned me never to try run through a pool of blood, with your most serious face on and everything. It scared me a bit that you thought it might be relevant.”

“I guess it’s fucking relevant now.”

“Should have listened to you.”

“Bea?”

i start swimming. like you taught me but honestly bea i feel like it’s not even me. my body is swimming but i’m stuck thinking about the mountains. the sky.

eclipsed. that’s what you’d call it. we both know about space because diego got me a bunch of books one time and sister frances thought they looked boring so she let us keep them. they were from the library but what were they gonna do? fine us? send us a bill?

you know about it because you’re beatrice.

that’s what it looks like. in the dream. it’s just a dream.

the sky… it’s like someone covered it with their hand. what’s another word for that?

occluded. sometimes when one thing interrupts another thing you can see the blockage more clearly, when otherwise it might’ve been invisible. i think sometimes that’s how we see stuff in other galaxies. as interruptions.

“Are you here, Bea? Are you lying here and I just can’t see you?”

“Are you dead?”

the sky is red. i should say it and stop avoiding it. after all bea it’s just a dream. i keep having it but that’s all. i used to have one where that guy Yoshi from the Nintendo 64 ate me. he just went, like, mlem and i was fucking gone. who donates that shit to orphans? but yeah, i have a lot of recurring dreams.

maybe that’s psychologically relevant.

the water is red too.

it isn’t water.

“…. Bea?”

i keep having the same dream. i swim out into the middle of the lake and there’s an island. not very big. it doesn’t have to be very big.

there’re a couple of trees on the island, surviving i guess in the silt and the shallow soil. you’d know the soil type and its pH and the name of the trees, but to me they’re just shadows; i’m looking at the mountains. it feels important.

i walk to the middle of the island. never understood that stuff about people saying their legs or whatever took them places without their permission. it’s something to do with habit, but you know i don’t have that stuff.

we were getting there. sometimes in the bar i forgot what my hands were doing, but that was mostly about you.

the only time i ever felt anything like that it was with you.

in the middle of the island there’s a garden, but it isn’t a garden. you can grow as many plants as you want but if a space is full of headstones then it’s a graveyard.

but there are flowers. and herbs. i can smell basil and mint. inside the trees i almost can’t smell what’s in the lake.

remember when i got you one of those little basil pots you get in the supermarket and you gave me this convoluted look? then you went in the bathroom for ten whole minutes while i put things away in the fridge. yeah, i know you re-did my work later, by the way. i just feel like finding stuff in the fridge should be an adventure.

i hope i didn’t make you cry. you re-potted the basil plant and told me a bunch of stuff about horticulture, how these herbs were never really produced with the ability to survive. too much neglect in transit.

i almost made you forget about the graves, huh? we should forget about it.

it’s just a dream. never mind that the mountains look like hands, like knucklebones and the sweep of a thumb. never mind that the water is blood. never mind that the sky is gone.

i stand in the graveyard looking at the headstones and it’s like there’s a hand pressed into my back. not in a comforting way.

you’re doing long division in your head about it, right?

but the implication is pretty obvious and, also, i don’t think long division will help here, but i like that you taught it to me. that and square roots and coefficients and polynomials. i liked how you didn’t seem surprised when i was good at it.

i like you.

i’m sorry about all the blood.

[aliashborn]

(S) Captured (dom!GP!Natasha x sub!villain!femboy!reader)

Summary: Natasha gets captured by the villain reader who she has known for years and has spent a numerous nights with.

Warnings: a bit of fluff, dom Natasha, sub reader, big ass femboy reader, domination loss (dom R to sub R), bondage, girl penis, riding, enemies to lovers.

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"Well look who decided to finally wake up." A beautiful voice rang out through the comfortable and rather large room as Natasha, who had her hands handcuffed together and locked to the headboard and her legs tied to the end of the large bed, woke up.

Since she was in an unfamiliar place and didn't clearly remember how she had gotten here, she had decided to keep her eyes closed so that the person who had captured her wouldn't know that she had woken up.

However, when she heard the beautiful and familiar voice, the tension left her as she opened her eyes and looked to the side to see a short beauty smirking down at her :"Well hello there, y/n, haven't seen you in a while."

You two had known each other for a few years now, and had been playing a long game of tag, or cat and mouth, or wolf and sheep, whichever you prefer to call it. You were a rather famous villain, someone who was known to succeed in all of his heists no matter what he intended to steal.

And well, some things that you had stolen had put the attention of the Avengers, Earth's mightiest heroes, attention on you. But you weren't afraid anyway, in fact, it was nice to see a familiar face chasing to catch you.

You and Natasha knew each other even before the Avengers were formed, but of course, not as friends, but not as enemies either, but playmates and rivals. And even sex friends sometimes. Neither of you could hide your attraction to the other.

You had lost count of how many times she had captured you, just for you to play the seducter and escape after a hot and steamy time. However, you had never been the one to capture her. So you decided to change that.

You chuckled at her nonchalant act as you sat on the bed with a bathrobe hiding your body while your pinkish red hair fell down your shoulders seductively :"Well, I've been busy for a while. You know, stealing some nice things from some other countries. Some useful things, some just for being pretty. All the fun stuff."

Natasha raised an eyebrow with her confident smirk still on her gorgeous face :"Oh really now? So you've been a naughty boy while you were gone, huh? Naughty boys need to get punished, you know that."

You chuckled in amusement at how she acted like she was in charge. Well, she was most of the time, however, this wasn't most of the time. You crawled on the bed and sat right on her crotch, feeling her impressive member under you as she jolted a bit at the feeling of your soft bottom while you smirked :"Nuh uh, baby, I think you should be punished for not playing with me instead."

Natasha's eyebrows rose as an amused smile appeared on her face :"Is this what it's about? The reason why you've got me all tied up? detka (baby), do you honestly think that you're in charge just because of my current state?"

"Let's see then." You bit your plump, rosy bottom lip as you gently took off the bathrobe with a seductive smile as Natasha took in your naked form with darkened green eyes. After you completely took off the bathrobe, you threw it aside as you giggled when you noticed Natasha's member getting harder and harder under you :"Seems like somebody is impatient."

You gently placed your hands on Natasha's shoulders as you got closer to her face. Natasha didn't fight back when your plump lips met hers. It wasn't a lustful, hungry kiss though. It was gentle, warm and comforting.

It was something that you two had gotten used to after spending so many nights together, just a gentle kiss to start off the wild night. The life of the both of you was quite stressful after all, so it kinda had become a foreplay of its own to kiss gently and even if it's just a little, take away some of that stress.

However, because of not having seen each other for some time now, both of you were a little impatient. You didn't bother to do any more foreplay as you sat up again and pulled the zipper of her suit down.

Natasha smirked smugly when she saw you were almost drooling at the sight of her beautiful tits, and when her dick sprung out, you had to bite your lip to stifle a moan. Your own member had long hardened.

You reached out and grabbed her by the shaft as you lined the tip with your entrance, that had been lubed up before Natasha had woken up, while Natasha watched :"Fuck, I told you that were seriously impatient for this hole."

As you lowered yourself, you whimpered in pleasure at the stretch as Natasha gritted her teeth and growled at the sensation of your velvety walls wrapping around her in a vice grip :"Fuck, y/n just open these handcuffs so I can fuck you already."

But you disagreed with a chuckle as you sheathed her entire length in you, resulting in you throwing your head back in pleasure before you chuckled at her :"Sorry, but I'm in charge this time. All you're gonna do is lay there and look pretty for me while I satisfy myself with this dick~."

As you gently moved up and down, you couldn't help but bite your lip with a mean smile when you saw her clenching her fists so tightly. You smirked as you began to move faster :"Mmm, fuck… Are you having fun down there? All these years that we've known each other, there have been a handful of times where I've rode you.

However, this is the first time that I'm the one taking charge, isn't it? Hahaha, mmm, this is pretty addicting. Seeing you under me, trying to get out while I just your body like a toy… I guess this is why you look like you're having so much fun while we're having sex. Being under control, while the other person can't stop the pleasure. How does it feel to be at the other end of the stick, huh?"

But unlike how you thought she would react, she actually smirked provokingly up at you :"You know, you should stop your legs and body from trembling so much before you start talking so smugly, dorogoy (sweetheart). Oh, and can you speed up a little? You know that just this much wouldn't be enough to make me cum."

You weren't going to give her the satisfaction of being able to lead you around like always, especially not after how hard it was to catch her off guard. So you got closer to her face once again as you returned her smirk with your own provoking smirk :"Make you cum?

My dear, have you forgotten how many times you've edged me in the past? Do you honestly think that I would pass on the chance to take a nice and sweet revenge for all the times where you've edged me till I was literally crying?"

Natasha's smile faltered a bit as she furrowed her eyebrows a bit. Edging you was one of her favorite activities. Just seeing you, the big bad villain who nobody could catch, beg and do anything for release was such a turn on for her.

So she knew that if you could take revenge for all the times where she had edged you till you were crying just to fuck you into overstimulation, she wouldn't cum a single time as long as you had her chained up :"So you're planning on edging me?

Do you seriously want to do that? detka (baby), I'm going to give you another chance to open these handcuffs, and I promise that I won't be too rough with you. However, if you continue being a brat, you can forget about being able to walk for a few days after I get out of these damn handcuffs."

Her words caused a shiver to run down your spine. You knew that she meant every word she said. After all, there have been quite a few times where you had to stay at home for days and not go on any heists because of not being able to walk right.

And even though you weren't showing it, this situation had made you quite nervous. Natasha hated being restrained by others. If she actually managed to get out and grab a hold of you, you knew that you were screwed.

However, you weren't going to give in so easily. You smirked down at her with cold sweat on your back as you moved up and down again, causing both of you to moan gently :"Heh, don't try to scare me, Nat. Now that I've got all tied up, there's no way that I'm going to let the chance of getting a little revenge pass."

And you didn't say anything as you started jumping on her big cock without a care in the world. It had been quite a while since you had sex, so you were really horny. Even though you could have sex with someone else while away, you felt like it wouldn't feel right.

Even though there wasn't and had never been a romantic relationship between you and Natasha, sleeping with her had just become so natural that you felt weird when thinking of doing it with other people. You also knew that she hadn't slept with anybody else either.

Probably because she knew how petty you were. Even though you two weren't dating, both of you had become rather possessive of each other. If she had slept with anybody else and you had found out, the number of sex friends you would have wouldn't be just one, not just two, but probably nearly ten or maybe even more… You were rather famous for your pettiness, after all. Anybody who annoyed you, they would find all of their riches gone in a matter of hours or days at most.

As you continued slamming down your big and plump bottom on her, nearing your release more and more, your breathing and pace got messier by each second. Your eyes were shut tight as you continued moaning loudly.

As you got impossibly close to your orgasm, you didn't notice the touch on your hips as Natasha thrusted from below, hitting all of your sweet spots and sending you over the edge as you came on her stomach while panting desperately.

As you continued riding her gently to ride out your orgasm and prolong it, you froze in place when you finally noticed the hands on your hips. Your head shakily moved as you looked down to see Natasha smirking at you with her hands not where they were supposed to be, but on your hips instead :"Having fun up there, detka (baby)?"

You didn't answer as your head shakily moved once again as you glanced over your shoulder to see that her legs were free as well. Natasha chuckled at your nervous and fearful expression as she gently squeezed your hips :"Cat got your tongue, baby boy? Now remember what I told you a little while ago?"

You looked down while trembling from both the aftermath of your long awaited orgasm and nervousness from how screwed you were as you stuttered :"Y-you said that you w-will make it so I won't be able to walk for a few days…"

"Good boy." Natasha's tone got deeper as her hold on your hips got tighter :"And you know that I'm not one to break my promises when it comes to you. So get ready for a good dicking." And that's all she said before your positions were switched.

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Your twitching and trembling form laid on Natasha's body as you panted heavily and breathlessly as she smirked down at you while your poor and abused hole was gaping and leaking cum :"You learned your lesson now? Honestly, I wouldn't mind it if you tied me up. My problem was with how you thought you were in charge. So remember to still know who your mommy is the next time you tie me up, if you can, that is."

As you got some of your energy back, you smiled sadly as you looked away :"There won't be a next time… I'm planning on quitting the life of crime and living a normal life…" and Natasha's heart dropped. The only reason why you two were able to meet each other was because of your occupation.

If you quit being a hero, that means that your game of tag would end. Natasha under you started shaking as she hugged you tighter with a desperate look :"B-but why? Didn't you say that you like your job and how fun it is? Why would you suddenly decide to quit it?"

You sighed as you sank into her hug and embrace :"Yeah, it's certainly fun, but it got boring. There are also quite a few risks in being a villain, like the enemies, the police, the government, and all of those being after your tail."

Natasha was beginning to sweat because of nervousness at this point :"B-but you've said it yourself that you don't have any problem with any of them. And that you're actually proud of it that none of them pose a challenge to you."

You sighed and nodded as you felt her hand hugging you holding you desperately :"Yeah, but I can't always go like this. If I make a single mistake, it's completely game over for me." The silence took over as Natasha's heart sank deeper and deeper into sadness of losing you.

However, she suddenly got confused when you looked up at her with a smile :"So, what do you think about a date?" And silence stayed for some more as the Black Widow who was taken aback by your words looked at you in confusion :"... Huh?"

Causing you to chuckle as you gently rose a bit with great difficulty, but didn't sit down completely as you smiled down at her :"Silly, just because I'm leaving the life of crime, doesn't mean that we won't be able to see each other. Now, we can go on dates like normal people and even start going out if you want."

And that's when Natasha noticed that the saying "Love makes you blind" was completely true. How could she not notice such a simple fact??? Her shocked look immediately turned into a glare when she saw your playful gaze :"You little bastard… You just wanted to mess with me, didn't you?! Why didn't you say that from the get go?!"

You couldn't stop giggling as Natasha hugged you again and pulled you back into her arms and chest before squeezing :"Hahahahaha! How would I know that the famous Black Widow wouldn't actually notice it by herself?"

"Cocky little shit." Natasha rolled her eyes before thinking of something :"Wait, what about your criminal records and such? That's going to be a huge issue." And you shrugged with a smug smirk :"First of all, nobody but you and a few people like Nick Fury and Tony Stark know my identity since I'm pretty careful in hiding it. Second, Fury actually helped me take care of all records that had even a tiny bit of my information in them."

Natasha raised a confused eyebrow as she looked down on you :"And why would Fury of all people decide to help you like that?" Causing you to chuckle :"Well, even though he didn't show much excitement, he said that he was happy that the love of his adopted murder child has finally decided to settle down."

Natasha blushed a little as her face twitched :"You little… Sigh, fine, whatever. All's well that ends well. Now, I should teach you a lesson so you won't try to tease me like that ever again, you little slut."

You gulped nervously as she stood on top of you with an evil smirk :"Y-you can still go…?" Causing her to chuckle :"Oh, detka (baby), not only can I keep going, I'm gonna make it so your hole won't be closing any time soon."

[lains-wired-reality]

Stepdad!Toji x Stepdaughter! reader

S:you and your father are home alone while your mom is on a business trip. What might happen? Keep reading to find out.

Tw: Non concentual, Sleeping sex, tummy bulge, and creampie.

Your mom has always been around with men. Until she found the one, the one who took care of her and to be honestly was kinda hot. But anyways you had your own love life (which by the ways was going poorly. Everybody you found never had enough sexyness or not right for your liking.

You had just got back from another day of school and was getting your things off. Until you realized your mom had left for a business trip and you were alone with your dad. You never really talked to him. You never even noticed him until your mom introduced him. He was hot and cute but it was your so called father. As I entered my room, my dad stopped me and weirdly asked about my day. I said it was fine, as I was getting ready for Badminton. He said that I didn't have to go since Ms Kelly was out. That was a little weird i said.Ok now I will be in my room. If you need anything call me I said. A few minutes go by and I had to go down stairs to go watch(insert your fav TV show. As I got down stairs, I saw my dad on the couch. I sat a few feet away and asked for the remote. Hey Toji can I have the remote. I said. He look at me for a few seconds then gave it to me. This is really weird. When I was flipping through the channels, Toji just kept on looking. What are you looking at?! Nothing? Why? Your giving me the creeps. Oh Sorry, Yeah what ever i"ll just go to my room and watch the match. A few hours later, I got so sleepy and whent to bed.

TOJIS POV: As I whent to check on reader and saw her sleeping. This was my chance. As I walked in slowly, I saw her moving a little, so I made sure I was still and quiet as can be. I got on her bed and slow started to take off the covers and undress her. When I took of her panties a hole pool of her sweet juices flowing out. I put my tounge in her cunt and started eating at it like a hungry animal. I noticed small moans coming out of her mouth. Her voice is so pretty I said to myself. After I started taking of my pants and was contemplating wherethere or not I should put it in. I decided to put it in. I put my dick in and started slowly moving my hips back and forth. All I could feel was my dick in her tummy. Her cunt was so tight. I could put my dick in her for hours. After a few minutes I came in her stomach. I sat there mesmerized at the site. Then I heard her starting to wake up. So I quickly cleaned her up and got out of there.

READERS POV: I woke up and kinda saw a shadowy figure leave my room. I knew it! It wasn't a dream, it actually happened!?! Not Gonna lie it was pretty good. But does my dad actually like me. That's really weird but whatever.I went back downstairs and we continued are day normally.