#It's so fucking mind numbing I can't stand to play it

[emangel2718]

So how does one stop being bored out of their mind whenever they play an MMO

[touyasdoll]

After Class

pairing: professor!Gojo x student!reader (fem)

word count: 1.8k

warnings: inappropriate power dynamics, professor kink, power play, cum eating, oral (f!receiving), reader is wearing a thong and a skirt, semi public sex, rough sex, let me know if I missed any

notes: turns out I can still write smut, I think. hope you enjoy <3

"My next class is in 20 minutes, gorgeous," Satoru coos in your ear, grinding the tent in his slacks against your thinly clad pussy, only concealed by the fabric of your cotton thong beneath your skirt.

"You should hurry up and fuck me then already. I don't wanna keep you, professor," you purr, glancing back at him over your shoulder as you drop your hips back.

A moan leaves your lungs as you grind on his length just right, sending a shiver along your spine as your soaked cunt clenches around nothing.

He does love to tease, but he doesn't have the luxury of time today and he knows it. He's also so hard that it's beginning to hurt and the noises coming from you only make it worse.

"I want to keep you though," he whispers smoothly as he drapes himself across your back, lowering himself on his long arms to brush his lips against the shell of your ear.

He nips at it, reaching down to free himself from his pants before he flips your skirt up and hooks a finger into the thin strip of cotton separating him from what he's after.

Should he be fucking a student? No.

Does he care when his cock is buried inside you though? Also no.

"M'all yours for the next 19 minutes, baby. Make 'em count," you say as you reach over to grab onto the edge of the desk as you shake your ass.

"You're gonna be mine for a lot longer, princess," he replies as he glides the head of his dick against your folds, letting your juices soak the tip before he slowly sinks inside of you.

A groan pulls from him as your breathless gasp echoes back at your from the surface of the large wooden desk. He's so big it's mind numbing. Even when he takes his time.

"Fuck, Satoru," you breathe his name out, whimpering when he starts to move.

He slowly draws his hips back, the motion occuring in time with the handsome smirk spreading across his face, which only portrays a fraction of the insanity this man is able to convey.

"I'd love to hear you say my name when I'm not inside you. It sounds so good on your tongue," he says as he stands tall and grabs your hips, rolling his own at a steady pace.

"It'd probably make me hard anyway," he continues as he suddenly picks up the tempo, gripping your hips hard enough to threaten to leave bruises in the wake of his long fingers as his thrusts start to jostle your entire frame.

You cry out, wholly overwhelmed by the sensations flooding your entire body. It's easy to forget just how good it feels when you're with him until you find yourself here again, drowning in him while his cock drowns in you.

You grip the edge of the desk tighter, clinging to it as the two of you both struggle not to grow too loud for fear of alerting someone passing by in the hall to your illicit activities.

"Holy shit, you feel so fucking good, baby," he growls through grit teeth, colliding with you at an almost unnatural pace as his cock grows impossibly harder inside of you. "So tight. S'like your pussy doesn't wanna let me go."

You wish you could respond, but you can't. Not with the way it feels like he's threatening to puncture your lungs with every unforgiving shift of his hips. It's all you can do to hang on while the pressure inside of you grows with each passing second.

You do respond with a cry, one of pure pleasure. Your nails press hard into the wood, clutching despertely like it's your only tether to this realm, because it is. The euphoria coursing through you, promising that it will overcome you, is so all encompassing that it nearly blinds you; it strikes you dumb.

He looks down, committing to memory the glorious sight of his cock plunging in and out of you, punishing your cunt. His and his only. You are his and, in this moment, you both know it, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

He puts his all into giving you what you want, what he knows that you need, driving himself into you with every ounce of strength that he has, spurred on by the need to claim you, even though he already has you right where he wants you. Pliant and accepting beneath him.

"Need you to cum for me, gorgeous. Can you do that?" he asks, his voice much more calm than his body feels as every inch of him grows taut, threatening to snap if pulled any tighter.

You nod, you think you do, at least. Everything is rendered inconsequential as something inside you explodes, making you see stars even when your eyes roll back inside of your head.

He wraps a hand around your mouth, presesing it tight over your face to muffle the feral scream that pours from you. You couldn't stop it if you tried, not if your life depended on it.

"That's it. That's fucking it, baby," he mutters a second before his own end comes to claim him, stealing all of the breath from his lungs and inspiring his body to move on it's own.

His hips cast into yours as his seed spills into your womb, filling you completely as you whine and readily accept it, pushing yourself up with what strength you have left in your body to thrust your hips back to meet his own, drawing out his pleasure as he draws out yours.

"Satoru," you breathe out, sighing in ecstasy and your body gives out, thumping onto the desk while his motions stutter and then still.

He drapes himself over you, kissing along the back of your neck to nip at your flesh, to have one last taste of you before he reluctantly parts his form from yours, slipping out of you and sending a sinful mixture of both of your essences dripping onto the floor.

"You are going to be the death of me," he murmurs into your ear, kising the side of your face.

"I could say the same," you sigh, eyes heavy and body seemingly lifeless as you try to will your legs to move, but it's useless with every neuron inside you still firing and him lazily draped across your back.

"At least we'll go together," he muses, his lips quirking into a smile as he nips your ear one last time, sending a shiver down your spine before he stands tall to tuck himself back into his pants.

You push yoursself up once you've recovered, tilting your head to one side as you look him over and hop up onto the desk.

"Eat it," you command cooly, looking him straight in his baby blue eyes that have reduced you to nothing time and time again.

"What?" He quirks a brow, looking you over.

"Eat your cum out of my cunt, Satoru," you demand again as you lay back on your elbows and part your legs, displaying the mixture of you and him trapped between your thighs, leaking out of you.

He looks down, eyes widening slightly before he flashes you that smirk that never fail to make your knees weak and sinks down to his own.

His hands come up to hold onto your thighs, fingers running aong your still sensitive skin as his breath fans your core before he dives in, ice blue eyes locked with yours.

You gasp, your hand flying into his snow white locks to tug gently as his eyes flutter and falls closed while he devours you. His tongue laps at your pussy, greedily tasting the concoction of your escapades.

"Fuck," he murmurs into you, sucking on your clit just to smirk when you whine.

He does as you bid him, tasting the salt of his own design and the sweetness of you, letting it bathe his tongue as he cleans you. Rids you of the evidence of the sin you both committed so willingly, but he doesn't stop.

He doesn't stop even as your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging harshly at the stark white tresses that have been turned wild by your touch. If anything, he laps more incessantly at your center, sending you careening off into an abyss that you haven't seen before. That you haven't had the intene pleasure of seeing until he brought you there and tosses you over that precipice.

You howl and he reaches up, clamping his hand down over your mouth as your hips grind desperately against his face. He groans against your folds before he wreches himself away to stand up and claim your mouth, as if he hadn't taken enough already.

You kiss him back, tasting yourself on his tongue as his slides against yours, exploring your mouth without shame, because that was left at the door when you two were together. There was no place for it.

The handle on the door jiggles, stirring both of you as your heads whip towards the door nearest the front of the room.

"Fuck," you hiss, trying to collect your senses as you push him off and stand up, adjusting your panties and your skirt.

"Fucking early birds," he mutters as he wipes his chin, staining the sleeve of his shirt with your juices.

You move to grab your bag and he follows you, his long legs allowing him to keep up even with your head start.

He catches your wrist and you find yourself bumping into his imposing frame. As lean as he looks, it's all muscle. All height, towering over you as he bends down, catching your jaw with his other hand as he kisses you again.

You get lost in it, the knocking on the door fades away as you savor his taste—your taste—again.

"I'll be seeing you, beautiful," he says softly, a dangerous glint in his eye as he gives your hand a squeeze and lets you go.

You flash him a smile and grab your things as you chew on your lip, making for the door towards the back as he heads for the one at the front.

With one last longing glance, the both of you turn the respective handles in your grasp and you slip out of the room, retreating into the hallway to carry on with your day, traces of him lingering on your skin. In your soul, where he now resides.

thank you for reading! likes, reblog, and comments are all greatly appreciated ❤️

[nisuna]

Need more yuuji smut!!

So hear me out-

bestfriend!yuuji finding your depressed ass in the park while it's raining and you're soaked. So he takes you home and take care of you and puts you to sleep in jis clothes.

Then wakes you up by eating you out and then .. you know.. the rest of the stuff

Holy shit am I in my angst era? 😭 Yuji is 100% my comfort character, so this was very nice to write. He's so boyfriend oml I love him so much<3 I don't even care if this does well or not. I really needed this, tysm for the idea!!<3

⚠️ If you or anyone you know struggles with their mental health or has thoughts like these, please look up your local s*uic*de prevention hotlines. Everybody deserves to get help, and everyone deserves to live. It might not always be as easy as in my little story, but please look after yourselves, I love you all so much and thank you all for all of the love and support🫶🏻 As someone who's been struggling with their mental health ever since their early teens I can say that I definitely can't speak for everyone on this matter, but maybe some will find comfort and familiarity in this

TW: angst, s*icid*l ideation, mentions of declining mental health, hurt and comfort, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, body worship, nipple play, body appreciation, mating press, confession, a lot of crying, this is so dear to my heart, supportive!bff!yuji

~2,8k words~

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Everything has been fucked lately. Your job sucks, school isn't going great, your social life is almost nonexistent, your family is a mess and you just want some peace and calm. You've been home constantly, but you just can't stand it anymore, which is exactly why you went outside for some fresh air. And as if the universe was giving you the middle finger as well, it started raining. But you just couldn't be bothered anymore. Life sucks and your mental health is declining. So you don't even flinch at the rain hitting your lowered head. You don't care that your clothes are soaked at this point. You just sit there and take it. You've been sitting here for what feels like hours. There has been multiple nosy on lookers that passed by mumbling. Some of them showed concern, but some of them were threw disgusted looks at you and assumed you're some kind of junkie that's loitering around in their peaceful park. You couldn't care less, nobody was actually brave enough to approach you anyway, so you let them talk.

It's getting cold, but you can't bring yourself to move. You're soaked and it's getting dark, but you feel like you have nowhere to go. You're starting to feel numb, your hands and feet are cold and you almost can't feel them anymore. This is actually quite nice, you're neither sad nor mad, you feel empty, but it's not uncomfortable like it usually is. You feel calm, you're not worried. You think that freezing to d*ath might actually be a good way to go. It would be like falling asleep without having to ever wake up again. For the first time in weeks you felt yourself smile. You've made up your mind, nobody will miss you anyway so why bother. But as you were about to lie down, you heard a familiar voice screaming your name.

"What the hell-", you thought to yourself as you sat back up and looked around. You didn't have to wait long before seeing a familiar figure run towards you.

"Y/N!!! Where are-? Oh my god there you are. I looked everywhere for you. What are you doing?", he reached out to grab your shoulders, only for you to flinch away.

"Yuji, what are you doing here?"

"Well, you weren't picking up my calls and I got worried." When you didn't give him an answer, he continued, "Are you alright? Whoa you're soaked and my god you're ice cold c'mon let's get you home. I don't want you to get sick.", he grabbed your hand, trying to get you off that bench. But you didn't budge.

"Y/N? What's wrong c'mon let's go-"

"No, I'm fine, really. Just leave me be."

"What are you even saying? How could I? You are in no condition to be left alone. It's freezing and you're soaked c'mon let's go home-"

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE GODDAMN IT!", you screamed and felt tears leave your eyes. Shit. When you reached up to wipe away at your eyes, Yuji stopped you and wiped your tears with his sleeve instead.

"Y/N I don't know what's going on, but please let me help.", he knelt down, squeezing your trembling hands and giving you a warm smile.

"Why do you care so much?", that came out way too wobbly for your liking.

"Why do I care? Y/N, you're my best friend of course I care. How could I not? Look at you."

You were at a loss of words, so he continued. "Is it okay if I touch you more?" Nod. As soon as you gave him the okay he pulled you into a tight hug. It took you a bit to relax, but you eventually gave in and let your emotions run wild. You were shaking, crying loudly in his embrace. All the built-up tension of the past weeks came flooding out, but he was there to catch you. He held you close as you let go. He didn't say a word until you calmed down a bit.

He pulled away to take a look at your puffy face. "Let's go over to mine, hm? What do you say?"

"Fuck it.", you thought as you nodded and got up.

"Want me to carry you?"

"No, that's embarassing. I can walk alright.", you huffed.

"Don't worry, it's late. Nobody will see."

"Okay."

After he wrapped you up in his jacket, you got on his back and let him carry you to his apartment. He's so warm and smells really good. You subconsciously nuzzled your face closer to him. Falling asleep like this would be way nicer than alone. You thought of that as you closed your eyes and hugged him tighter.

Luckily, he only lived a couple blocks away from the park. He was gentle when he set you down as soon as you arrived.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it.", there it was again, his sweet smile. "You should go take a bath before you get sick. I'll lend you some of my clothes." Nod.

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You felt like a new human being after the warm bath. His clothes were also warm and smelled like him. It was oddly comforting. Has he always smelled this good? Your thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice.

"Oh wow, you look better already.", he grinned.

"Yeah", you cracked a smile back at him, "I do feel a lot better. Thanks a lot."

"Of course! Now, what do you want to eat, you must be starving? How long were you out there anyway?"

"All day actually...", you confessed.

His shocked expression made you giggle as he pushed you into his kitchen.

After a good meal he said you could go sleep in his bed. He'd sleep on the couch tonight. But you stopped him. "I don't want to be alone. Can you sleep with me tonight."

"Sure, I thought you needed some space and didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Can we cuddle too?"

"We can do whatever you need."

That's how you found yourself back in his arms for the nth time today. The atmosphere was calm, as you were exchanging occasional remarks while watching something. You don't know what overcame you, but you just felt so safe and taken care of that you leaned in for a kiss. However, you quickly pulled away when you felt him stiffen up and not kiss you back.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. God, I'm so stupid. You probably hated that. Shit, please don't hate me-"

"No, please calm down, it's alright. It's not that I don't like this. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"You're in a very fragile state right now. I don't want you to do something you might regret."

"But I'm sure, I really want this-"

"Sleep it over. Just one night and if you still feel like it tomorrow I'm down. I'm here for you. We can cuddle all you want, though. I just don't want to take advantage of you."

You shot him your biggest pity pout and when that didn't work you gave in. "Alright, alright, I guessss.", you huffed and fell into his embrace. Both of you didn't talk much after that, there was a bit of tension, but you didn't act on it. When you finally drifted off to sleep it was enveloped in his warmth and smell.

You haven't slept this well in a long time. And you definitely haven't been woken up this nicely in a long time, either.

After such a good night's sleep you didn't expect to wake up to your best friend between your thighs, lapping away at your pussy.

"Hi, good morning", he rasped, morning voice heavy. "You just looked so cute wiggling around in my arms and when I checked you were already so wet down there. Sorry, I couldn't resist.", he said while softly kissing up your thigh.

"It's alright, let me wake up first, though ah-", you couldn't finish your sentence, because your head snapped back with a moan, as he dove back between your legs.

"Sorry, but I need this just as bad as you do. You taste so good. God, I've been missing out on this this whole time? Just lay back and let me take care of you."

You couldn't say no. Not that you were able to say anything at all with his skillful tongue and fingers working your cunt open. He made you a whimpering and sensitive mess in a matter of a few seconds.

"Shit, how are you so good?", you let out a drawn-out moan, but didn't get an answer from him. His actions spoke instead of him, as he had you cumming on his tongue soon after. Once he licked you clean he slotted his body between your legs and kissed you nice and deep.

"Mmh", you moaned against his lips, tasting yourself on his tongue.

"Tastes good, right?", he grinned.

"Shut up", you playfully hit his chest, grinnig right back at him.

"Alright, my turn.", you smiled, trying to get him to lie down only to be pushed back, as he got on top of you again.

"Nope."

"Hey! Not fair, I wanna taste you, too.", you pouted at him.

"Maybe next time. Today's all about you, I don't want you to lift a single finger. As I said, lay back and let me take care of you."

That was an offer you definitely couldn't refuse. So you gave him a nod and waited for his next move. His next move was a very welcome one, as he finally rid him himself of his shirt. You always knew he was well built from years in the gym and other sports. But seeing him like that up close made you gush. His front was mouth watering, and his arms were to die for. He was huge. You would've rubbed your legs together to ease your pain if he wasn't keeping your legs open with his body between them. You didn't even notice you were staring until he spoke up.

"You're practically drooling."

"Fuck, sorry.", you shrieked looking away.

"Don't sweat it. Oogle me all you want, I dig it.", he smiled, pulling your face back in his direction.

"Can I touch you?"

"What kind of question is that? Go for it!"

His skin's so soft, but the ripples of his abs and chest are brick hard. He let you explore his body before grabbing your hand and giving it a gentle kiss.

"My turn.", he whispered against your fingers before pulling your shirt up and exposing your tits. Your nipples were already hard from all of the stimulation earlier.

"Fuck, they're so pretty.", he whispered, grabbing one in each hand and giving them a hard squeeze.

"Shit.", you moaned, back arching off the bed and pussy rubbing against his hard cock. To make matters worse, he leaned down, licking a thick stripe up your neck and pinching your aching nipples between his fingers.

"Off. Now.", he demanded, already helping you pull the shirt over your head. You were finally fully exposed and he ate it right up. He leaned back down, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and massaging your other breast. He made sure to pay equal attention to both. It felt really good, but you were getting impatient, already grinding against his hard crotch.

"Yuuji~~", you moaned at a particularly hard suck. "Don't tease. Pleasee, I need you.", you whined.

"Shit, sorry I got distracted. Wait here, I'm gonna go get the condoms."

Before he could leave you, you stopped him.

"No, wait, please don't. I want to feel you.", you said, already digging your nails in his arms at the mere thought of doing it raw.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive.", you smiled reassuringly.

"Fuck, alright. Got it.", he swore and rid himself of his boxers.

Once again you were staring. He was bigger than you thought. You definitely couldn't wait any longer. You needed him inside of you immediately.

He didn't make you wait long before he started to slowly bottom out. Your moans grew embarassingly louder with each inch that filled you up.

"Shit, you're so tight. Please loosen up, you're gonna kill me."

"Sorry, it just feels so good.", you mewled back arching and pressing your soft tits against his hard chest. "Kiss me, please~~" He immediately obliged, crashing his mouth against yours. It was so raw and messy when your tongues kept mashing together, but it just felt so right.

"I'm gonna start moving now. I'm gonna fuck you so good."

You nodded and pleaded. Your wish was his command, so he finally picked up his pace. And god, was he good with his hips. With each thrust and shift of your legs, he kept hitting you deeper and deeper until you practically saw stars. It's so cliché, but you felt like you were in heaven.

Your nails kept grazing his broad back and shoulders, but you didn't want to hurt him, so you held back. As if he had read your mind, he leaned down and whispered against your ear.

"Do it. Mark me up, it doesn't hurt. Please don't hold back."

So you didn't hold back anymore. You let your emotions run wild, exploring his body with your hands. Shyness long forgotten, as you left long red streaks all over his back, occasionally pulling him down for a kiss.

The world stood still. You never noticed before, but he has always been there for you. He was the only person that you ever felt loved by. How had you never noticed. Even if you two never said it out loud before, you loved each other. It had to be love. You felt overwhealmed as his fingers slipped between your bodies and started rubbing thick circles in your sensitive clit. Your breath hitched as the words you kept secret for far too long came tumbling out.

"I love you, Yuji. I love you so much, thank you for always taking care of me. I only have you in my life. Thank you, thank you, thank you so much. Please never leave me, I need you."

If he was taken aback by your words, he didn't show it. He just pressed his lips against yours and kept rubbing and moving his hips until you came undone. And as you were moaning and arching your back, he finally answered.

"I love you, too. So, so much. I always have. I promise I will never leave. No matter what happens, I got you. Forever.", that's when the dams broke down and tears were spilling from your eyes. You just hugged him close and thanked him.

Not long after, he was reaching his limit as well. So he hoisted your legs over his shoulders and pounded away until he filled you up to the brim. All the while he was kissing your tears away and saying how good you were for him and how well you did.

When his hips finally came to a halt, he gently put your legs down and kissed you again. He was gentle when he pulled out and you winced as you felt his cum drip out of you and onto his sheets.

Immediately after, he pulled you close, hugging you like he was about to lose you and you were able to calm down a bit. But the bad thoughts came back as you whispered against his skin.

"Today was so stressful and you must've been worried sick. What if I have another breakdown. I don't want to be a burden. I don't want to stress you out. I don't want to break your heart if anything happens to me."

"Y/N, look at me.", he begged, hands on your cheeks.

You finally looked back up at him, tears stinging your eyes.

"You're not a burden.", he whispered, giving your forehead a gentle kiss. "I will protect you forever. For as long as I live, I will always be here to catch you. No matter what happens. You're not alone anymore. You don't have to endure everything silently and on your own. I promise, things will get better. I will be here each step of the way. I love you so much, so please don't leave me."

You wanted to believe him, you wanted to get better. Maybe you finally could with his help. It's a big gamble, but you're gonna bet all of your cards on this relationship. After a long pause, you gave him a silent nod and burried your face in his chest, all while he was gently patting and kissing your head.

Life and everyone else might be shit, but at least you got him now. He was worth living for.

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If you read this far, thank you so much<3 I hope I can make some lighter and happier content soon, but I'm on a roll right now *sigh* Please stay healthy and look after yourselves, mwah

Hope to see you all very soon<3

[forgeofthenine]

hhgggg the bachelors in rut was so.. well, hot lol. I remember there being a previous ask about the bachelor's reacting to the reader being turned into a tiefling.

I was wondering, how would they handle said reader going into heat/rut for the first time?

I've taken an unexpected absence from Tumblr the last couple days, between prepping for Christmas and being extremely busy at work I basically had no time or energy. I did, however, write this while half asleep and on the flight to see my family, given the amount of turbulence we had when I finished it maybe even nature wanted me to write more lol. There's luckily still more stuff to come over the Christmas break :)

@swordcreature come get your food-

TW: NSFW under the cut, ABO dynamics, overstimulation, orgasm denial, impact play mention

The bachelors when their partner goes into heat/rut for the first time

Dammon

Dammon is so good at handling any new tiefling issues you might have, even if he laughs a bit at first

"Baby, if you angle your head to the left it'll make getting that top on easier.“

What completely slipped his mind was that you'd eventually develop a heat cycle just like all other Tieflings

As soon as walks into the house after a day of working in the forge the smell hits him

The entire house smells like pure lust, even a single step into the doorway is enough for his pupils to dilate and his throat to go dry

If you weren't already preoccupied, you'd hear the way he thumps up the stairs in his desperation to get to your bedroom

The door swings open with a slam as Dammon stands in the doorway looking half crazed

The sight of you spread out on the bed with two fingers knuckle deep, back arched, is almost enough to send him straight into an early rut

It's only your small whimper of how much it hurts that brings him back out of his haze, suddenly realising how confusing this must be at first

The bed dips as he sits on the side, leaning over you and placing a warm hand on your equally hot face to get your attention

As hard as Dammon is in his pants, he does check you're okay first and makes sure you drink water before he starts anything

It doesn't matter how much you complain or accuse him of teasing you, he wants to make sure you won't pass out on him

Once he's sure you're okay, all bets are off

As soon as he can, he's folding you over yourself and taking things into his own hands, quite literally

He makes sure you get off at least once to the feeling of his rough, calloused hands as he fingers you without abandon

It's only after you've cum once (or twice, or thrice) on his fingers that he'll finally indulge you with his throbbing cock

The feeling of you squeezing around him, whimpering out his name, is enough for Dammon to finally hit his own rut

He can't keep his hands off you, low rumbled praises leaving his lips as he bites at your collarbones

His cock reaches places in you your fingers never could, the flared head and ridged underside making your mind numb with pleasure

The tiefling keeps you there in bed for hours, switching you between positions as he fucks you until you're both exhausted, panting messes

You'll be well taken care of afterwards too, Dammon easily picking up your now sated body and putting you in a nice warm bath

He eases you through your first heat as well as one can, even if he's dealing with an unexpected rut at the same time

Zevlor

This man was your living tiefling encyclopaedia long before you accidentally became a tiefling yourself

Your questions increased after the accident, though, and suddenly Zevlor is answering questions he never thought he'd have to

Such as "does this mean I'll have a heat cycle now? What'll that feel like?" Among others

The question stops him in his tracks because logically yes you would have a heat cycle now, but he can't remember ever meeting someone that wasn't born a tiefling

Zevlor does his best to prepare you for what may happen, and when you finally come up to him one day to tug at his sleeve he can already smell your heat

He's another one that makes sure you're prepared beforehand, but it's much easier with how early he catches on

Once you've had something to eat and drink he's happy to lead you over to your shared bedroom

Zevlors so sweet as he leads you through the beginning of it all, sweet kisses down your chest and gentle touches over your hips

You'll find his face between your legs soon enough, happily devouring you like a man starved

As composed and proper as the paladin is, he can't deny that he'd spend the rest of his life here giving you head if you'd let him

Your reactions and the sweet smell of your heat spur him on, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you with ease

At some point his fingers join in too, the digits and his tongue bringing you to ecstasy repeatedly

It's only after he's made you a boneless, whining mess that he'll finally resurface, asking if you'd still like more

Zevlors pupils are blown wide, cock hard and twitching in his pants, his own rut creeping up on him

Once you give him the go ahead he's already tearing off his own clothes, or what's left of them anyway

He eases his cock into you slowly despite the ample preparation, enjoying the anticipation of finally bottoming out inside of you

Every squeeze and flutter you make around him pulls a low groan from the older tiefling, his hand anchoring itself on your hip

He's gentle with you the whole time, happily restraining the part of him that wants to go rougher, to take you like a madman

Instead, he leads you both to climax over and over again, pulling orgasms out of your needy body

When you've both finally had your fill, his own cock oversensitive and going soft within you, that he finally reaches over for the pitcher of water he set out earlier

Zevlor will, once again, help you to eat and drink a little before he holds you close and runs his hands over your bare skin

It's soothing, easing you off to sleep, Zevlor knows you'll need all your energy to do this all over again tomorrow

Rolan

Despite being an extremely smart man, Rolan often forgets about his own ruts and the fact you'll now be experiencing similar absolutely eludes him

He's quite happy to go about his normal business running Ramaziths Tower and ignoring most of his basic bodily needs

That is, until you collapse while helping him with cataloguing

He'd already known you were feeling unwell, the tiefling insisting you stay close to him for the day so he can keep an eye on you, and he just barely catches you before you hit the ground

The wizard takes in your flushed face and the needy way you paw at his clothed chest, already trying to pull away his layers

A realisation runs through him, you're in heat

Going with the first thought that runs through his head, Rolan sweeps you up into his arms and misty steps you over to your bedroom door

It's a fiddly thing trying to open it with you in his arms, that is until he remembers he can simply summon a mage hand to help

Unloading you onto the bed, he finally lets you pull away his top layers, flustered as the full gravity of the situation dawn's on him

Sure, you two have fucked plenty of times before now, but it's different when your desperately tugging at him like he's the very air you breathe

It's only when you snap at him, asking what's taking him so long, that he kicks back into gear

Unlike the other Tieflings, all thoughts of water or food completely evade his mind

It's not long before he has you ass up and face down, a mage hand holding your wrist together above your head as he thrusts three fingers inside of you

Rolan is just as mean in bed as he is out of it, bringing you right to the precipice before pulling his touch away all together

It hardly matters to him that you're in heat really, he's determined to tease you before bringing you mind shattering pleasure

He doesn't take all comfort from you though, pitying you as tears start to roll down your cheeks, his tail intertwining with yours as he finally lets you cum

Anyone in the tower could've heard your scream as you finally get the pleasure your body craves, and that's just how he likes it

Rolan happily takes you properly afterwards, a hand on your ass when he sinks his hard cock deep into you with a single stroke

His own rut kicked in hours ago, the sheer realisation that you were in heat sparking it

And he keeps you there, for hours, cataloguing long forgotten as he thrusts so deep into you that you swear he's reaching your stomach

He's as rough with you as he usually is, the odd smack laid on your ass, hands near bruising your hips as he pulls you impossibly closer to him

The two of you stay there like that, a tangle of limbs, well into the night

Until neither of you even have the energy to move

Rolan does eventually use his mage hand to get you both water before he pulls your head into his chest and encourages you to try and get some sleep

[semicolonsspace]

TW: Boyfriend! Void Stiles, High sex drive!Reader, Mention of sex toys, Bondage(use of duct tape/zip ties), Somniphillia(previous consent given), P N V, Blowjob (f to m), Mention of cunnilingus, Dom!Void Stiles, Sub!Reader, Brat!Reader, Degradation/pet names(use of Dove & Pet), Praise kink(Mention of one being proud), Spanking/impact play.

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Y/n could remember when she first met her boyfriend Void. He was sitting on the sofa at Scott's house. The Duct tape on his mouth and bandages on his stomach. While Mellissa bandaged him, Y/n could not take her eyes off his torso. Her thighs were constantly clenched as she examined him across the room. Eventually, Melissa left due to fear of the evil spirit and returned to the kitchen with the others. Y/n stayed, glaring at the thousand-year-old demon. Her legs were crossed elegantly, her arms on the arms of the chair while her foot bounced to ease her nerves.

Void couldn't help but stare back at the girl, seemingly being interested in why she wasn't showing fear. It looked like she was angry at him if anything, which he was used to... but she was calm and angry, and it intrigued him.

Y/n stands up, stalking toward the tied-up boy slowly. She squats down next to him and rips the tape off. "As much as the others hate when you speak, I'm curious how you are for myself, instead of listening to the stories."

His jaw moves to the side as a result of ripping the tape off, turning into a smirk. "Do you want to make stories for yourself, dove?"

Y/n opens her mouth to speak and it snaps shut as soon as it opens, Why the fuck did he call her that? And why did she feel more aroused? "You're not going to switch this game so you're in control. I can just put the duct tape on again," Y/n raises her shoulders with fake annoyance. She wasn't that annoyed, the only annoyance she had for him was he was the reason why she was so turned on. Ever since she stepped foot into the room she couldn't keep her eyes off him. How he looked like he hadn't slept in months, or how even when he was tied up he had so much confidence... For no reason... except he still looked so attractive.

Void tilts his head toward her, "Are we playing games?"

"Not yet."

Void chuckles at her. "Are you going to ask about Stiles or not?" Void sighed, knowing what was on her little mind of hers.

Y/n shakes her head, but then a question pops up in her head. "Do you know how he feels about things?" Y/n asks curiously. Void nods his head, pointing to it gesturing that Stiles was watching. "Does he hate me?" She asks sitting next to him, her legs at an angle toward his knees. She had a solemn face, her lips being chewed by her teeth.

Stiles and her would always bicker at each other. Anytime the other was near, the other would complain. Y/n always had felt subconsciously hurt about this. She didn't hate him, he just never gave her a chance.

Void blinked at her slowly, he looked at her like he knew. Like he knew what was on her filthy mind of hers. He eyes her clenching thighs, his eyes slowly connecting with hers. His eyes were filled with a predatory gaze. She noticed this, not being able to stop her body from clenching her trembling thighs. She craved him, and she just met him. A demon that was a thousand years old and possessed her sworn enemy.

"He's mean to you because he doesn't know how to treat a lady. He's young... Ignorant..." Void whispers, breaking the silence. The silence was more like sexual tension.

Her head snapped to his from her lap. "What?" Y/n asks before her brain can stop herself. What was he even saying? Of course, Stiles is young.

"You need someone with more experience- Someone like me, dove."

Y/n scoffs. She grabs the tape and slaps it back onto his face. "Can't believe I thought you wouldn't turn this into a game."

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Now Y/n was lying next to her boyfriend Void. She couldn't help but keep thinking of that interaction. He knew that she was aroused because of him back then. And she knew as well... From the number of times, she squeezed her thighs hard and from her lustful gazes across the room, it was obvious to an old soul. And it was obvious to her now that he knew, like looking through crystal clear glass.

Luckily though, they both had an agreement. Stiles could use her for pain or chaos so he could survive and she could use him for any sexual deed that she wanted. At first, when he gave her the option to do so she declined. She thought he was crazy, that was when she was horny out of her mind again and came begging for him to fuck her so they could seal the deal. After that Void would follow her everywhere, much to the pack's disliking. But Void was compliant; Stiles was too, he tried to not bicker with his look-alike. Like a mutual agreement so everyone could have what they wanted. Sometimes it bothered Stiles how he would randomly smack her ass hard and suck the pain out but at least they tried.

Y/n rolls over off the bed, finally acting on her arousal. She quietly gets a box from under the box, grabbing the roll of black duct tape that lay under all her many of toys.

Now she was under the covers, pulling out his dick and sucking it as he slept. His dick was quickly hardening as she licked him, her mouth occasionally sucking. His thick length dripped precum as she did so, the salty taste that she loved bombarding her tastebuds. She bobbed on him, one hand handling his sensitive balls while the other lay on his stomach. His stomach muscles twitched against her hand, his breathing now becoming loud.

Before anything else could happen, she straddles him, stripping herself from her clothes. Now the zip ties were around his wrists and duct tape on his lips, not before checking if air came out of his nose so he could breathe.

"This has to be one of the nastiest things I've done," Y/n thought. But she didn't care, I mean she woke up with him eating her out numerous times.

Breaking out of her doubted thoughts she hovers over his dick, the red tip spreading her labia folds as it grazed against her. She starts bouncing slowly, her hands on his tied ones that were on his stomach.

Now the pressure and the horniness were going to her head. She gives up on trying not to wake him up. She bounces on him harder, her hands now toying with one of her tits while the other toyed with her clit slowly. Her slick made it easy for her to ride him fast, as well as his dick to rub against her ridges inside.

His eyes open abruptly, groans now filling the room louder. He watched her be in her own world. She hadn't even realized that he was awake yet.

In one quick moment, he rips open the ties, his tape next. Now she was on the bed, tape on her own hands and mouth. She was on her stomach. Her elbows were toward her chest, the tape restricting her movement anywhere else.

He slams his erect dick in her, surprised at how quickly the situation has changed for her, she yelps. "Such a naughty dove, using my body while I sleep... Interrupted my beautiful dream of me fucking you... kind of like this..." Void explains. His hands that were on his hips spread her ass, now massaging the needy flesh as he fucked into her hard.

Y/n licks the tape, wanting to be able to speak and moan for him. "Please Void... Fuck me like you mean it."

"Don't be such a brat, Y/n," Void spat. "You're-" He thrusted hard into her, grazing against her spot that made her eyes roll back. "The one that used my body- just like I told you could- I'm so proud you've finally done so... I've been waiting for months to fuck you like this," Void murmurs. He lands a quick smack on her ass, emitting a loud cry of pain from her. He rubs it, drinking the pain from her ass into his body. The black veins travel up to his face, his head rolling and his eyes rolling back in such beautiful pleasure. He lands another, "Such a good pet," He groans. His voice was so low, growling as he fucked into her as if his life depended on it, which ironically it did, he consumed that exoticness of him fucking her.

Next, he manhandles her, pulling her into his naked chest. His arm holds her under her chest, his other hand still on her hip. Y/n screams at the new angle. Thank the universe for allowing her to have no neighbors... He kisses her neck affectionately. He knows that she dies inside when he does that, moans and profanity flying out of her mouth. "My hands, please... They hurt too bad-" In an instant the tape gets snapped off. He held her hands, rubbing them while taking the pain. All while he does this his thrusts never stop. She turns her head to look at him- Just the domestic look in his eyes easily pushes her over the edge.

"Just because you finished, doesn't mean I'm done with you, Dove," Void Growls. He pushes her down, her face landing on the soft sheets of their bed.

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

So, I don't know where the hell this came from but I did something.

TW: NSFW content, Friends with benefits, Unstablished relationship, Vaginal penetration

Needy, needy boys.

He's always been taken for a playboy. He comes over in the middle of the night, gets what he wants and then you'll never hear of him...

...until he's in the mood again. Then he comes back with a straight face like nothing happened, everything's fine and he's not treating you like some kind of doll he only plays with whenever he feels like it. And you're stupid, so fucking stupid as your arms are always open, welcoming him into your little corner of solitude.

But after a while, something happens. His smiles are more genuine, his embrace feels warmer than before and most importantly, when you wake up in the morning he's there, already up, staring at your face with a somewhat unknown look.

Then he's gone again. His absence lasts longer than usual. You don't know if you should text him. Would you come off as clingy? This is probably a bad idea. If he wanted to hear from you he would have at least given you a ring. Are you done? Is he abandoning you for someone else? Someone prettier, with bigger eyes and a smaller waist... Doubts and insecurities fill your head, days turn Into months, hope gets lost in your sleepless nights until that night, that one night that makes you feel everything and nothing at the same time.

After receiving that one text "I'm outside", you run to the door to see if you aren't dreaming and this isn't just a figment of your imagination, and there he is, standing in front of you, looking all different. Good different or bad? You can't really tell, and you know what? You don't feel like putting much thought to it either.

He slams his lips onto yours, your clothes are taken, torn apart laying on the floor, you somehow find your way into the shower, the cold water makes you gasp and cling onto him even more. You're soaked under the water but you don't feel clean, body tainted with lust and desire.

Things are happening fast but it's not the same anymore. There's no mind games this time cause he's so needy and been dying out of starvation. Instead of his teeth sinking in your skin it's his kisses, penetrating your flesh, your blood, your soul. He's kissing your soul and you're holding him with a deathly grip, never having enough. Nobody talks. It's just meaningless sinful sounds and kisses, kisses, kisses. He's so needily passionate and it's beautiful; making you feel whole, significant. His lips trap your bottom one and suck it in. He's breathing loudly, you've been kissing for quite a while now but every time you try to part he doesn't let you. It's like he wants to die, drown in your kisses, or perhaps he finds them more addicting than oxygen.

It won't be long till you feel your release approaching and he feels it just as precisely as you, you've literally become one now and he knows your body like the back of his hand. He puts his skills into use and thrusts rapidly, taking his frustration out on your cunt and you're fine with it. He's been deeper than this before but it's never felt this intimate. All his actions are rushed and you know he's not going somewhere; he's just suddenly so needy and you adore it already.

You're shaking, he's shaking and with another thrust, you're gone. Your body is still caged in his strong arms, but your soul has fallen into the land of euphoria. Everything feels numb, the water that's now marking your skin red, the pain in your back, your chest, your heart. It's just him, him and you're in love, glad that he's in love too. You scream as he keeps thrusting through your orgasm and he moans in your mouth, loudly. It's needy, so needy, but so stunning that you can't complain.

When you come down from your high, he finally parts away. You're both panting and desperate for air but there's something miraculously. You look at each other and he's eyes are talking, it's proof that he wants, you needs you, can't get by without you. Looking at this messed up man under the cruel whips of hot water, you find yourself in love. Ah what a beautiful feeling it is, to be able to love and to feel loved. He's with you now, you won't be waiting for him anymore, he'll always be here, that's what you're thinking.

But the next morning he's gone, and this time for good; because you made him feel something,

That he doesn't deserve you.

DAZAI, Ranpo, NIKOLAI, OIKAWA, IWAIZUMI, Kuroo, SUNA, Osamu, Shinazugawa, UZUI, GOJO, Fushiguro, Geto, EREN, MELLO, Vanitas

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

Date night

Pairings: Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: You make Eddie take you to a haunted house.

Warning: fluff, mention of weed

Prompt: “…You’re cutting off the circulation in my arm.” “Oh? S-sorry. Just… "Got a little tense, is all. I swear I’m not scared, though! Why would I be scared of fake shit like that, anyway? What do you take me as— AHH! FUCKING GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU FUCKHOLE—”

A/n: I wanted to try and do a little fall/halloween blurb from this prompt list. Not proofread.

"JESUS CHRIST!" Eddie shrieked as a scary clown with sharp pointed teeth jumps out from behind a wall.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," he mumbled behind you, clutching his heart.

"Oh, c'mon Ed, it's not that bad they're just people in costumes." You giggle, leading the way through the haunted house.

Eddie had promised to take you out on a date, letting you pick wherever you wanted to go. What he didn't expect was your first and only choice being Hawkins new haunted house. He tried to persuade your mind on going to the pumpkin patch instead, but your mind was already made up. He was taking you to that haunted house.

Eddie pretended like scary stuff didn't bother him much. He could sit down with you and watch scary movies all night long. Only jumping when a masked killer appeared from out of nowhere. He played it off like he was re-adjusting to get more comfortable.

You always knew he was actually more scared than he led on because after your movie night, the lights in his home stayed on. He didn't care if his Uncle Wayne came home and threw a fit. Those lights were not getting shut off until the sun was out.

You, on the other hand, loved any and all things scary. Halloween was your absolute favorite time of year. Which is why Eddie tried his best to enjoy it just as much as you did. He loved seeing you weirdly giddy at the sight of people in zombie costumes. How you jumped for joy and excitement standing in line to see a new horror movie at the theater.

Now, as you both make your way down, different hallways covered in various props. Fake blood splattered on the walls and spooky sounds playing on the speakers, setting the perfect mood. Scare actors chasing or popping out from around different corners.

The sound of others screaming ahead of you, alterting what's about to come next. A giant smile plastered on your face as you make your way through the house while Eddie tagged along behind you very closely. His eyes closed most of the time, and his heart beating a mile a minute.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you owe me big time." He spoke while hesitantly peaking down an empty hallway, making sure no one was lurking.

"Fine, what do I owe you?" You sighed, turning your head to look at him.

He paused, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh, please, as if you didn't get enough already yesterday." You rolled your eyes, taking his hand guiding him around another dark corner. There were fake arms and legs hanging from the ceiling. Every once in a while, his head would bump into one, and you'd hear a quiet "ew" from behind.

"I could never get enough, especially if it's coming from you." He bent down to whisper in your ear.

"I literally made you tomato soup yesterday. Now you want it again?" It's not even cold enough yet for soup."

"I want gold fish to put in it this time and add that green stuff that looks like bad weed," He added proudly as his head bumped yet again into another fake arm dangling from the ceiling.

"Oh, you mean the green stuff that looks like your weed." You teased.

You heard him gasp from behind you, and before he even had a chance to argue back, a girl with long black hair covering her face popped out from a fake mirror on the wall, making him shrill with fear. He gripped your arm so tight you swear it's losing going to go numb.

"…You’re cutting off the circulation in my arm."

"Oh? S-sorry. Just… "Got a little tense, is all. I swear I’m not scared, though! Why would I be scared of fake shit like that, anyway?" He motions around, letting go of you. He's trying to gain his composure as if he hasn't been terrified the entire time. Pretending like he was never scared in the first place, but you know the truth. Those screams were genuine fear coming from within him.

He goes to continue on, "What do you take me as— AHH! FUCKING GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU FUCKHOLE—"

You swear you've never seen him move this fast before. His body probably resembled something of a blur to the others you were sure of it. You couldn't help but chuckle a little as he ran through the entire place until the glowing exit sign was in sight. Maybe you should have picked the pumpkin patch for date night instead.

Before Eddie could finish, a large man with a fake chainsaw creeps up from behind him. The buzz from the saw startling him so bad that he takes you by the hand and bolts through the house. Running down corridors and various small rooms filled with people dressed like grotesque monsters.

They reached for him before they even noticed you. Eddie never stopped screaming and cursing as he made a beeline through the house with your hand tightly in his. You heard him repeatedly reassure that he's going to get you out of here.

[cowgurrrl]

You're My Only Hope for Heaven

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author's note: oh bitch I'm having a fucking blast with this dynamic the slow burn is slow burning

Summary: An unlikely patron saunters into your bar [3.5k]

Warnings: one (1) creepy guy, one (1) fake marriage, lots of flirting that’s not flirting but it’s not not flirting, one (1) kiss

You try not to make it a habit of picking up bar shifts during the week. Not only is it almost always slow, and you barely make any money, but it's hard to go from teaching for eight hours directly to another job. You'd much rather be at home, grading or doing something for yourself for the first time in weeks. But you couldn't say no when Katie called you, almost in tears, begging you to take her shift so she could deal with a burst pipe in her house. You don't regret doing her a favor, but you do regret other things as you stand behind the mostly empty bar as whatever game is happening plays on the screen above your head. You think it's a UT game. Or maybe A&M. Or any of the other SEC Texas schools with an absurd football budget. 

You're basically yawning your way through your shift and working through your newest painting in your head, trying and failing to not think about school until absolutely necessary. Principal Martinez is cracking down on the stupid minutiae the school board demands of its teachers, and you spent most of your afternoon writing student objectives on the board. On top of that, your art club kids have been begging you to plan a field trip to the local art museum for weeks. You finally relented, but the paperwork is mind-numbing and requires much more work than you thought. Between working, making art, and trying to live your life, you barely have time. 

Another reason you hate working weekdays is the creepy regulars. Normally, you can ignore them on a busy Saturday night, but it's harder when it's as dead as it is. You have no idea how Katie deals with them on a regular basis. It started with a guy at the bar, you think his name is Steve, asking you progressively invasive questions. "How old are you?" "You gotta boyfriend?" "What time do you get off?" One right after each other, even after you made it clear you're not interested. Fake laughing and making excuses to run to the back or change a keg don't throw him off. 

"Keep it up, and I'll cut you off." You finally threaten after he asks you why you're being a bitch. You roll your eyes when the bell above the door rings, probably admitting yet another asshole who's gonna make your night hell. When you turn toward the door, the words leave you before you can stop them. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me."

"Now, is that any way to greet your customers?" Joel chuckles, and you sigh as he sits down in front of you. Thankfully, his brother is not in tow, and you can save yourself a little embarrassment. "I didn't know you worked here."

"I don't," you say. "Whatcha drinkin'?" 

"Looks like you're workin' to me." He smirks and you shoot him a look.

"You wanna free drink or not?" 

"Shiner," he answers quickly. You hum in acknowledgment, not even bothering with the POS system and going right to the fridge to pull a bottle out for him. You pop the cap off and place a napkin under the beer before sliding it to him. "Are you bribin' me?"

"You've gotta be faster with your questions, Miller. You've already accepted it. Might as well enjoy." You say, and he laughs. 

"Well, alright, then," he says, raising his beer to you before taking a quick sip. "So, what's this, then? You moonlightin' as a bartender?" He asks, and you fight yourself on how to answer. What if word gets back to parents? Administration? They couldn't reprimand you for that, right? You know plenty of other teachers with second jobs, so it can't be that taboo. Still, you're hesitant to open up to Joel. Out of all the people who could've walked into your bar tonight, it had to be him.

"Something like that." You settle on, wiping a sticky spot on the bar to avoid his gaze. If he feels anything negative about you having a second job, his face doesn't show it. He has a soft smile on his lips and a slight sunburn across his nose, highlighting the freckles living there that previously went unnoticed. You want to tease him about not wearing sunscreen, but the joke dies in your throat when he rests his elbows on your bar, showing off those stupid biceps you can't not look at. He catches your eyes lingering near the short sleeve of his shirt and opens his mouth like he's going to say something, but a grating voice from the other side of the bar cuts him off.

"Excuse me, sweetheart! You've got other patrons over here!" Steve yells, and you feel your eye twitch at his attitude. Joel notices.

"What's wrong with him?" He asks quietly, leaning forward over the bar to get closer to you. Looking into his brown eyes and confused expression, an idea forms.

"Pretend you know me." You say, and his eyebrows knit together, every emotion visible on his face. 

"I do know you."

"No, I mean," you sigh. "That guy over there is a regular on Wednesdays, and the girl who usually works is married, so he doesn't try anything with her, but I won't give him my number, and he's making me fucking miserable. So, just... pretend to know me." Joel is bigger than Steve. Much bigger. Probably a whole head taller and much broader than the man on the other side of the bar. One word from Joel, and he might actually shut up or, better yet, leave altogether so you can finish your day without any more hiccups.

"Okay," Joel agrees, and you reflexively reach out to touch his thick forearm and squeeze. You don't even realize you did it until he smiles like he won a staring contest or something.

"Thank you," you say before turning and bracing yourself to deal with Steve. "What can I do for you, sir?" You ask, but before you can even finish your sentence, he holds up his empty beer bottle and waves it in front of your face like you're stupid. 

"Another beer." He says, and you bite your tongue. 

"You got it."

"Finally," he groans. "You'd think for such an easy fuckin' job, you'd be better at it." 

"What the fuck is your problem?" You ask, refusing to move from your spot to get him his beer, and he scoffs.

"My problem is that you're bein' a fuckin' bitch and ignorin' me when I didn't do nothin' wrong." He's slurring his words together at this point, and you wordlessly go to the POS system to close his tab and send him on his way. "Hey, I'm talkin' to you!" He yells after you.

"Hey, man, why don't you leave her alone? She's just tryna do her job." Joel speaks up from the other side of the bar, and Steve straightens up in his seat as he assesses Joel. 

"This isn't any of your fuckin' business. Stay out of it."

"It's my business now. That's no way to speak to a lady. I think you owe her a mighty big apology." 

"I don't owe her shit," he spits, and you look over to see Joel setting his jaw and squaring his shoulders. "Why's this even matter to you, big shot?"

"That's my fuckin' wife you're mouthin' off to," Joel says without hesitation, and you quickly school your expression. Wife? You asked him to play along, but you didn't think he'd say that. "So, if you wanna keep the rest of your teeth, I suggest you apologize to her, leave her a nice, big tip for dealin' with your sorry ass, and get yourself a ride home." 

Steve is silent as you take the empty bottle away from him— just in case things get really ugly— and slide him his card and bill. He eyes Joel carefully for a few tense seconds before picking up a pen, signing his check, and leaving without another word. The second he's out the door, you feel a weight lift off your shoulders and sigh at the relief. You scrub a hand down your face and look over at Joel.

"You okay?" He asks gently like you're a spooked horse, and you nod. You take a few minutes to get yourself together, putting in Steve's 30% tip and cleaning off the empty bar before returning to Joel. "What?" He asks when he catches you smirking.

"At least buy a girl dinner before you call me your wife." You say, and he laughs, shaking his head. 

"You said the other girl is married. I just took it and ran," he says. "And I already tried to take you to dinner, but somebody said no." 

"School regulation says it's unethical." 

"Well, we're not at school now, and you're certainly not a teacher right now." He says smoothly, vaguely gesturing to your all-black outfit, and you give him a look. "What time d'you get off?"

"You're gonna get me in trouble." You whisper, and he leans forward across the bar. 

"All I did was ask you a question." He whispers back, playfully mocking you. It could be the smile on his face, the relaxed humor behind his eyes, or the fact that he stood up for you because you asked him to, but you glance between him and the clock and take a deep breath. 

"I get off at 12. Unless it stays dead like this, then I'm closing early," you say, and his smile grows. "But this is not a date." 

"'Course not." He chuckles, and you raise your eyebrows at him. 

"I'm serious. I need you to say it's not a date, so I know you won't come after me if your kid fails my class." 

"Is my kid failing your class?"

"No, she's amazing. But for my own mental well-being, I need you to say that this is not a date." You say, and he grabs your wrist to stop your anxious wringing. 

"Let me buy you a drink. That's it. Nothin' more," he says, squeezing you. "This ain't a date." 

"Thank you." You sigh, and he nods. 

You spend an hour or two idling between conversations with Joel and trying to look busy for any manager who might care enough to check the cameras. You're pretty much done with all your closing duties by 10:00, and you wait until it's been a full hour since anyone else came in to flip the closed sign and do a few last-minute things. When the bar is completely clean, empty, and ready for the next shift, you slink back behind it to make yourself and Joel a drink before sitting beside him. 

"You feelin' proud of yourself for getting us here?" You ask as you clink your glass against his and take a sip. 

"Yeah, I've got the prettiest girl in the whole place sittin' by me," he says, and before you can even scold him, he throws his hands up. "Not a date." 

"Not a date." You repeat.

"Still true, though."

"Don't make me regret saying yes to you, Mr. Miller." You say, and he gives you a look. You like teasing him, especially since you can always see exactly how he's feeling. He's not particularly subtle, contrary to what you're sure others think about him. 

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Joel?" 

"As many times as it takes, I guess," you shrug. "You also clearly have an aversion to being called Mr. Miller."

"My dad was Mr. Miller." He says, and you roll your eyes, groaning and half-folding in on yourself dramatically. 

"Oh, my God, do you know how many men have said that to me since I've become a teacher?"

"Well, it's true!" He says. "Are you sayin' other people are tryna tell my wife to call ‘em by their first names?" He asks, and you laugh. 

"Believe it or not, you're not the first single parent to ask me out." 

"Am I the first one you said yes to?" 

"So far." 

"So far?" He asks, raising his eyebrows, and you hum. "I'll take it." 

Unsurprisingly, Joel is really easy to talk to. He asks questions about your life outside of work, where you went to school, and what made you want to be a teacher. You ask him about his job and family and, somehow, end up talking about the latest cheesy action film he's seen. When both your drinks are empty, the glasses sit there, the ice slowly melting as you talk into the night. Every time a hint of anxiety creeps up your spine, he makes you laugh or tells you an interesting story from his past and distracts you from it. You lose hours sitting there, and you don't even realize it until your phone pings you with a reminder, and you suddenly see it's past midnight.

"Oh, shit," you mumble, showing Joel the time. "I gotta lock up."

"And you have school tomorrow." He says, and you groan as you stand and grab your glasses. 

"Don't remind me. I've got like five million things waiting to get done there." You say. He watches you step behind the bar, leave them in the sink for the opener to find, and no doubt send a catty message in the group chat asking who closed the night before. His eyes don't leave you even when you reach up and grab your bag, your sleeve falling down just enough to reveal a nasty bruise.

"Woah, that looks like it hurt," he says, gesturing to your arm. "How'd you get that?"

"Promise you won't laugh." Your response does nothing to clear up his confusion, but he raises his right hand and makes a cross over his heart.

"I promise." His tone is gentle and even, but you're still hesitant to actually admit it.

"I fell off a table." 

"I told you!"

"Hey!" You scold. "You promised you'd be cool about it!"

"I promised not to laugh." He says, and you roll your eyes. "They still haven't come to fix it for ya?"

"Would I be climbing on tables if they did?"

"Fair enough," he shrugs. You find the bar keys at the bottom of your purse and walk over to where he's still sitting, your hand resting on the back of your chair. He shifts forward until he can catch the edge of your sleeve and roll it up to see the bruise in all her glory. His fingers are warm, and his touch light as he traces the edge of it, not firm enough to make it ache but enough that you feel the pads of his fingers. You freeze like your stillness will be enough for the feather-light touches to continue, your eyes meeting for a split second. He clears his throat and rolls your sleeve back down for you, drawing his hand back. "Tell you what," he says. "I gotta buddy who gets me a good deal on some spare parts. Let me see if I can track down the part you need, and I'll come fix it myself. Free of charge."

"You don't have to do that." 

"And let my wife fall off tables?" He asks, a smirk pulling on his lips, and you shake your head. "It's the least I can do for the free drinks and, ya know, teachin' my kid." 

"Fine, but don't make it a thing. The maintenance people already don't like me. I can't imagine seeking outside help will make them like me." 

"I won't make it a thing," he promises, leaning back in his chair as his eyes travel up and down your body. He sighs heavily and sucks his teeth like you're suddenly too much, and you smile. "It's a damn shame this wasn't a date."

"What'd you do if it was?" The question borders on dangerous, but you can't take it back now that you've said it. It seems to have piqued Joel's interest, too, because he raises his eyebrows at you.

"You really wanna know?" He asks, and you nod.

"I really wanna know," you say. "How does Joel Miller end a successful date?" He gets a little bashful at the question, a blush creeping up his neck, and you knock his knee with yours to get his attention. "C'mon, don't get shy on me now."

"Alright, alright," he grumbles. "If this were a date, and we were gettin' ready to go out separate ways, I'd walk you out to your car, open the door for ya 'cause a lady should never open her own doors," his voice is slow and low, and he watches your face as he speaks. "And I'd kiss you. Nice and slow so I don't scare ya off or anythin'. I might put a hand on your waist or bite that pretty lip or somethin'. And right when I can feel you wantin' a little more, gettin' a little desperate, I'd stop, say goodnight, and walk back to my truck." His words have a devastating effect on you, and you can't look away from him. The heat rolling off him in waves makes you too warm and flustered. His gaze flicks from your eyes to your lips, his own tongue darting out to wet his plump bottom lip, and you have half a mind to think he's looking at you like he wants to eat you alive. You have half a mind to let him. 

"You're right," you finally breathe. "It's a shame this isn't a date." He nods and stands, his broad chest grazing yours as you look up at him. You're not a science teacher by any means. If you were, you might be able to explain the magnetism you feel toward Joel or what stupid chemical in your brain makes you wonder what tricks he keeps up his sleeve. But you're not. You're an art teacher. So, the only thing you can focus on is the deep brown of his irises and the heavy lashes and crow's feet that frame his eyes. And the swoop of his salt and pepper curls, the tint of his slightly pink forehead and strong nose. You want to capture his image in the dim lighting of the bar, but you settle for committing it to memory to scribble in the margins of your notebook for the rest of the week. Why couldn't you have been a science teacher?

Neither of you says anything as he finally steps away, giving you the space to turn off the last of the bar lights and push through the haze he created in your mind. He lingers by the door and opens it for you when you go to the front and step into the humid Austin night. You lock the doors and give him a small smile when you turn around to see him rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. 

Then, just as he said, he walks you to your car and opens the driver's side door for you. His truck, the only other car in the parking lot, is parked a few spaces away from yours. It would've been so much easier to just ignore you, get in his car, and drive away, but here he is, being the gentleman he's always been toward you. You step into the space created by the open door and throw your bag in the passenger seat, but don't get in the car. Not yet. He sighs heavily, like he's in physical pain, when you meet his eyes again, and his hand flexes around the edge of your car door. 

"Thanks for my not date." You mumble, and he nods. You're close (and weak) enough that brushing his lips would just take a strong breeze. It freaks you out how okay you are with the idea of "accidentally" kissing Joel Miller. You should be panicking. Alarm bells should be sounding in your head, but the only thing filling the cavernous space is the echo of his voice explaining what he'd do if this were a date. Idiot.

He leans on your door a little more, and your heart quickens, thinking he might actually be the one to make the move. His head ducks just a little, and you get a strong whiff of his cologne, your eyes fluttering shut at the scent. Your throat is suddenly dry, and you're all but pushing up on your toes when he swerves past your lips and presses a chaste, firm kiss to your cheek. His beard scratches your soft skin pleasantly, and you keep your eyes closed until he pulls away, looking like he just won a prize.

"Get home safe." He says as he steps back, still holding your door open. You sigh and fight a smile as you look at him— cocky, vindicated, and knowing exactly what he just did. 

"Goodnight, Joel." You manage to get out before sitting down and letting him gently shut the door for you. You wait until he gets in his truck to roll your window down and shout his name until he does the same. "I'm gonna get you back for that."

"Oh, I'm countin' on it, darlin'."

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could you do a sub!johnny and/or sub!yuta hc? I’m so happy I found your blog, your writing is so amazing and i’m happy others discovered your talent too!!💖

Thank you <33 you all are so kind ❤️😭

I'll do sub!yuta for this and make a separate post for Johnny.

Sub!Yuta HC's

Likes it raw , rough and nasty.

Very adventurous with it.

If you ride him , ride him fast. Don't give him a chance to breathe. He wants you to choke him out and ride him until he passes out.

Slap his face and spit in his mouth.

Fuck him with long , hard deep strokes. He wants to be fucked so good that his body is numb. Fuck him so hard that the back of his thighs hurt from the friction.

He wants to cry from pleasure, in his mind pleasure isn't really pleasure if there is no pain.

Fuck him from behind and tug his hair really hard. Just grab a fist full and flush his body against yours.

Whisper filthy things in his ear. "Look at you , crying like a filthy whore over being fucked. I bet you'd let anyone fuck you like this" or "Crying like a girl over dick. Pathetic" He loves that stuff.

Likes to be watched , sometimes he begs you to fuck him so he can be loud. He wants people to hear him falling apart.

Manhandle him. Toss him around the bed , twist his body in uncomfortable positions. It excites him.

Likes to be feminized.

Cum in him. If you're using a strap, use an ejaculating one. He likes when it drips out of his hole and runs down his thighs while you fuck him.

When he's topping you , slap him around and pull his hair if he's not listening. He likes when you remind him of his place. Not going fast enough ? Nothing a tap to the face won't fix.

Likes when you cuff his hands while hitting it from the back. The burn of the cuffs against his skin is just the right amount of pain.

"Look at you rutting into me like a dog, how shameful. Don't even know how to fuck right. Is that brain of yours working ?"

Force him onto his knees and spread your legs wide in front of his face. Masturbate right in front of his face while he leaves his tongue out like a desperate dog. Tell him that if he touches himself he won't be able to cum for the night.

When he's giving you head , close your thighs on his head and keep it like that till he taps on your thigh. When he picks his head up gasping for air with arousal coated all over his face , just laugh at him.

Whip him with a paddle and coo at him while you massage the redness. "Too much , I thought you wanted this?"

When he's too well fucked to speak , he'll start merging his sentences in Korean and Japanese. "Look at you , fucked so stupid that you can't even speak right."

Into wax play. Loves the heat of wax dripping down his abs while his cock rests hard and full on his abdomen.

Loves when you slap his cock while it's hard.

When the two of you make out it's hot and nasty. Teeth on teeth , swapping spit. It's more like you are trying to suck all the breath out of him through his mouth rather than kissing.

Attach a vibrator to the head of his cock and cuff him. Watch as he turns inside out and wrestles with himself all over the bed.

When he masturbates he likes to use those fuck machines. He turns it on to the highest setting and uses it until he passes out from the pleasure.

Likes cock cages.

Likes to be bruised and marked.

Fuck his throat until he loses his voice. Drool dripping from the corners of his mouth. Hair stuck to his face , eyes rolled back.

His safe word is cherry. But sometimes his mouth is stuffed with cock so he can't really speak. He'll just tap your thigh 3 times instead.

The aftercare consists of a lot of sweet words and reassurance. Make sure he knows everything you said wasn't real. You love him so much.

He needs you to carry him around for a while. His lower body is almost always numb after everything and it's really painful when he tries to stand.

Needs a warm bath with bath salts that relieve muscle aches.

Likes to eat light things like sushi and soups.

He needs a minute before you start to touch him again , he needs to make sure he's grounded and sometimes when you touch him he falls back into headspace.

Tell him you love him lots.

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I Still Can’t Fucking Breathe…

WandaNat x Fem!Reader

I Can’t Breathe

Requested 🥺 | Avoid this fic if you know you won’t fair well with “vivid” imagery

Warnings: Heavy on the past Self Harm/Current Temptations(Indulgences—ED/Physical stimuli—Cold Bath), Blood, Overall Numbness, Ideation. Ends happy, and this one shows the Reader saving themselves a bit 🥹 | 3,082 Words

Numb—A state of mind that is all consuming. Feeling anything at all is next to impossible. The thing about it too, is that it never goes away; it can be dulled, buried even, but in the silence it always finds a way to creep back in.

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For almost two years now you'd managed to evade its cold grasp, but after the fight you had with your girlfriends, and their disappearance immediately after for a month long mission, you find yourself back where you'd started. Thoughts of how the world would be brighter without you consume your mind whenever you have the energy to think, and when you don't all you can do is stare mindlessly at the door.

Everyday you lose more of your fight to stay, the lack of Natasha's comforting humming to put you to sleep has left you perpetually tired, and without Wanda's cooking you're starving. Pathetic is all you feel at the prospect of not being able to even exist without them here; it accompanies the numb well, because you cycle between fits of sobs, and dissociative episodes.

Two weeks of mindlessly existing went by in a blur, everyday you spent even more time in the bed, in unchanged clothes that reeked of musk. Trudging down the stairs had become a chore, one that seemed unnecessary when you knew the women you loved weren't coming back yet.

Your mind cruelly reminds you that it might even be permanent, flashes of their faces full of disappointment plague your mind all day long.

It's funny really—if only you could laugh...

You honestly can't remember why the three of you fought at all, it's all irrelevant now though. Nothing matters, no rational thought process is going to bring you out of your current spiral. Finding a cause for it will have no effect here... Natasha and Wanda's return is the only way you see this coming to an end, well, you also envision other ways but those come with a permanence that you're honestly unsure of.

Death has been a potential occurrence that you'd welcomed since your early adolescence. Memories of lying awake while your parents fought over God knows what echo in your mind as you ironically lay in this bed in total silence. A childhood spent fighting to survive breeding an adulthood where said concept was all but played out. Fighting everyday just to reach the end of your youth to find it doesn't get better. All you do now is scrape by with more burdens.

However, every time you feel those burdens weighing you down you remember that you had two people who were rooting for you to push back. Even with your doubts on if they still want you or not, a tiny part of you still holds onto hope that they do, and that's all that seems to be keeping you from the edge.

It'd been an entire sixteen hours since you last left your bed, every muscle in your body ached as you failed to utilize them, and there was also this really intense pressure on your bladder. Still, you generally found yourself unmoving, but then the air kicked on and you were aware of the stench you were apparently exuding.

Shockingly enough you were repulsed so badly by your own stench that you now found yourself standing still in the bathroom while the tap runs freezing cold water into the tub. Your lovers paid the bills, but in your mind you were undeserving of the hot water they funded. Cold water was a punishment you were worthy of, and so you entered the tub without a shiver; you didn't deserve to express your discomfort.

You watched the spout with an unwavering intensity, observing as the droplets of residual water fell about every forty five seconds. The minuscule sound of them rippling into the water reminding you of the way the crimson droplets of the past used to drip onto the tile flooring from your arms. Temptation is at its absolute precipice here, but then you start to see flashes of them with every single drip...

Drip...

The flash of crimson against a murky yellow tile fades from your mind fast. It's replaced by Wanda's smiling face and calm voice., "You're stronger than your thoughts are detka..."

Drip...

Your lip quivers as you see the oozing marks on your arms, too deep for your own patching up, you felt that familiarity; cold. When you blink you're quickly thrown into another memory. Natasha's arm is over your abdomen as she hums and smiles down at you, your attention slowly shifts to the opening door to see Wanda with a tray of food, and a wide grin; warmth.

Drip...

"Moya lyubov', I'm so proud of you.," Natasha cheers while placing soft lips to your faded scars before pulling you into a tight hug.

The last memory had felt so real, your wet body trembling as it imagined the pressure of a hug. Tears now befell your cheeks, but this time they were different as you now felt a glimpse of hope for the first time in two weeks. Their love was everything to you, and it was what guided you out of the cold tub, and what allowed your fingers to drop the untainted blade into a bin.

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Natasha was thrashing about in the hotel bed, her mind wandering back to the night they left. Nothing felt right in her chest when she thinks of how sad you looked when they left in a huff. Angry words were muttered in the heat of the moment over shit that held no significance. Everyday that went by on this no contact mission led to a deepening sense of dread for the both of them. So much so that the top agent willing broke Shield protocols for you.

They tried to use a pay phone to call you, but you expectantly didn't answer, and they've been feeling even more uneasy ever since. Calling anyone else would've given themselves away, but now that she's staring at the ceiling of this dingy hotel room she reasons it would have been the smart thing to do regardless.

"I feel this tightness in my chest Natasha...," Wanda winces as she sits down beside her., "Something's wrong, and I'm not going to just ignore this and stay here two more weeks."

Natasha only nodded, hers was more akin to a deep pit in her stomach, but it was a definite sign that this mission was to be abandoned., "Let's go home.," she extended her hand out for her love, then guided her out to the incognito jet that was already holding their belongings.

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It wasn't much—you knew that, but you were actually proud of yourself for being here at all.

Stood in the kitchen, dressed in Nat's sweats, and Wanda's oversized t-shirt you stared warily at the egg that was sizzling in the frying pan. Days had gone by since you last ate, so it was a daunting challenge to eat at all at this point. Fears of throwing it back up as your body is prone to retaliating against you in such ways consume your entire being leading you now to the safest bet you have—an unseasoned egg.

The crackling over the stove leaves your tired mind a bit preoccupied as the front door creaks open. Natasha enters first, followed quickly by the frantic witch who's heart momentarily settles at the sight of you cooking some food. The peace doesn't last long though when she fails to hear your thoughts, the emptiness in your head a frightening bout of deja vu.

Last time you were this calm they nearly lost you, and that wasn't a reality ever worth facing.

Natasha clued in to your state as well, her eyes roamed your body, taking notice of the way you had clearly thinned out in such a short time. Adding onto that the way you left your hair a sopping mess, and the lack of length on your nails she knew you'd been here suffering alone.

The women shared a moment of sorrowful eye contact, the witches lip trembling, but the former assassin shook her head—not now... Wanda nodded, then the pair made their way over to your rigid form, and as softly as she could Wanda laid her hand over your very own.

"Detka.," her word was a whisper that drew an audible whimper from your throat., "It's okay."

It wasn't really, you all knew that, but you all also knew that now that you're all together again that it would be fine eventually, and well quite frankly that had to count for something because if not, you were all left with nothing.

"Come here love, let me handle your hair...," Natasha coo'd in your ear as she gently guided you out of the kitchen and up to your room., "Sit down at the vanity for me please detka.," her voice was soft as ever so that she wouldn't startle you, she even smiled at you too for good measure, and though you couldn't return it just yet she saw the gratefulness within your orbs.

Natasha entered the bathroom with the intent to collect your brush, along with a variety of products for your hair and skin. The mess on the floor was overlooked completely as she rummaged around, but she stopped in her tracks when the lights reflected off something. Her hands trembled as she dropped the products in the sink before reaching for the trash can by the door., "Please, no, no, no..."

The truth became clear as she lifted the metal from the trash, a few tears fell from her eyes at the reality of what they were dealing with here. Thoughts of what could've become of you sends her tumbling to her knees, choking back her sobs because you didn't need more burdening, a tear falls atop the blade, and that's when she notices how easily it cascades off the metal.

The closer she observes the piece she realizes that there were no traces of blood on it, and no uncleaned stains along the tiles or sink either. It's enough to stop her tears, but the damage to her heart and psyche had already been done. The Russian rushes out of your joint bathroom, the need to be with you imminent, and when she finally reaches you she feels the need to hug you tightly, but she fears it might be too much too soon for you to handle.

Natasha set a hand on your shoulder, a clear yet non startling sign to you that she returned., "I'm going to blow dry your hair, then I'll put it up in a bun.," you shook your head., "Braids?," she tried again, and to her relief you nodded. The redhead went slowly, her hands gentle as they tousled through your wet locks, moving the hair around to aide the machine drying it.

After the hair was faintly damp she began to separate the strands meticulously, her eyes double focused as she caught ever tick of your face as she worked to tightly braid your hair. There was a ghost of a smile on your face when she scratched at your scalp affectionately, and her heart fluttered in her chest at the first sign of you coming back to them., "All done love."

"Detka, can I take your hoodie off please?," you looked at her warily, but eventually nodded., "Thank you.," she smiled softly at you even though her mind was screaming at her to hurry and make sure you were okay. At the sight of your unmarred skin she knew you were, her shoulders tension instantly eased up. Once you were slyly assessed Nat went into the hallway to collect her favorite hoodie from the dryer., "Arms up.," she gently commanded, and then she smiled when you groaned appreciatively.

"Now what?," she was shocked to hear your voice this soon, there was an obvious scratch to it from being inactive for several days, but it didn't effect the way she nearly burst into tears at hearing you speak., "Whatever you need.," the tears nearly won out though as she reached out to cup your cheek and you didn't evade her.

"C-can we please cuddle?," you looked at her with the most pitiful gaze, there was an air of embarrassment in them that left her a bit unsettled, but she still took your initiation of physical affection as a good sign that you were headed in the right direction., "Of course moya lyubov', sounds absolutely heavenly to me."

Natasha laid down first, pulling back the blanket she gave you all the autonomy here. Because though she was desperate to hold you, she also knew you were in a fragile headspace. She watched carefully as you slumped into a prominent dent in the mattress, her arms were now resting besides her body in wait for you. Without any words you used your hands to guide her flat onto her back, then after laying atop of her with your head over her chest you squeezed her arm., "Please hold me Natty."

Strong arms wrapped around your body in an instant, her hand was now resting over your head to hold you in place while she hummed along to your most favorite of her lullabies., "Sweet dreams pretty girl...," her hands never stopped rubbing calming circles into your back, and it wasn't long before you were snoring.

It wasn't until an hour later that Wanda quietly entered your shared bedroom., "What is it?," the witch lifted the tray into her lovers eye line, while hers fell to your currently relaxed face., "How long has she been out for Nat?," the redhead murmured her response of an hour while moving to rouse you awake, but Wanda reached out to stop her so she could do it.

"My sweet girl, time to wake up for me please.," her arms wrapped around your body as you shifted ever so slightly, she lifted you from Nat's body and settled you in her lap instead., "I brought you lots of different options honey, we know you're scared, but please try to eat."

Natasha was sat before you with the tray, she playfully waved food before your face to feel it out, her eyes watched your face for the slightest bit of intrigue, and she found that the apple dipped in peanut butter and yogurt chips seemed to win you over., "Here love.," you softly munched on the snack while instinctively l settling deeper into Wanda's embrace, and missing the way the pair were staring at you.

"How about these cucumbers in ranch, hm?," you allowed her to feed this one to you, your heart soon fluttering back to life at the sight of her emotionally charged smile, and also at the feel of Wanda's soft lips against your hairline., "Can you eat a little more for me angel?," you nodded against her chest, then accepted a few more bites of the varying foods until you knew you'd reached your bodies ultimate limit.

As Natasha carried the tray down to the kitchen Wanda continued to hold you close, rocking you in an attempt to soothe your soul. It had even appeared to be working when she felt your breathes evening out, but then she heard you gasping, and it was near painful for her to see you breaking down so candidly.

"I-I'm sorry.," her entire body froze as you not only spoke, but you felt the need to apologize., "No, detka we're the sorry ones here. We not only yelled at you due to our misguided anger, but then we left you all alone without so much as an apology or even a bit of reassurance."

"You didn't deserve that my sweetest love.," her lips tenderly pressed against your tear soaked cheeks., "So please don't apologize to us.," she then laid you down in the middle of the bed., "Let us apologize to you instead, we'll make it up to you, I promise...," her forehead was now pressed to yours, and your heart was cracking as her tears mixed with yours on your cheeks.

"We will, and we just hope you'll forgive us.," Natasha softly adds as she enters the bed, and masterfully pulls the both of you closer to her., "You're our entire world detka, the most precious thing we've ever called ours, and we will never leave you alone like this ever again."

"Nat—.," Wanda kissed your lips to cut you off., "She means it detka, no more joint missions, the promise isn't a fable—it's the truth, because if anything were to happen to you we wouldn't survive Y/N.," her voice cracked, and a steady stream of her tears befell your cheeks again. "Losing you would be devastating for us detka."

"I-I'm not going anywhere.," you sounded so small, like a meek little worker bee trying to impress the queen, but there was also a small flash of determination in your eyes that was caught by the both of them as they adoringly looked at you., "I promise I'm here to stay."

"Thank you detka, for fighting to stay, we know it's hard, but we're so freaking proud of you.," Wanda's lips lovingly pressed to yours, she just needed to feel the familiar touch she desired., "So gosh damn proud love.," Natasha agreed before taking her own chance to kiss you.

Neither of them stayed on your lips for long, they didn't want to overwhelm you at all, but fortunately for them you seemed content with the affection as you sighed softly and smiled softly as you melted back into the mattress.

There was no overnight fix for you here, they both knew that come tomorrow you'll be back in a vulnerable state, but the only difference is they will be there for you when you awake numbed. Natasha will be there to rock you in the morning when you wake up crying, and again at night, as she sings to you for as long as you need to fall asleep, and Wanda will be your hands as she bathes you, and feeds you when you can't manage to do the tasks on your own.

They'll be there to love you back to life every day until being a person again comes naturally, because even just one moment of happiness with you is worth a hundred bad days to them.

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[fixingoff]

random nct members as horror movie antagonists

THEME : HORROR , DARK CONTENT AHEAD

CW : jeno's and haechan's are a bit graphic so don't read if easily uncomfortable, death, kidnapping, cursing, some have an altered storyline so it doesn't follow the movie's plot, torture (???)

note : its 5am and i can't sleep, let's see if i regret writing this in a few hours

yuta - jigsaw. in my eyes yuta seems like the type of person that enjoys playing games with people, whether the prize is staying alive. so when he and his apprentice mark lee, kidnaps you and your friends during a getaway trip you're scared shitless. one by one your friends die off, leaving you as the sole survivor for the final game. something to take into consideration is that yuta does not play fair. meaning? when he sees that you're about to successfully pass your test and escape, he rigs it so that instead, you're left bleeding out. when mark steps in to drag away your friends' bodies to god knows where, yuta trails behind him. he stays with you until you take your final breath, only whispering 'game over' once he makes sure it's the last thing you hear.

jisung - pelle from midsommar. jisung has had his eye on you for a while, but your boyfriend (whose name he didn't even bother to remember) swept you off your feet first. he watched as the love between you both die out, and when he suggested that you, your boyfriend, and his friends go to a nine-day festival at his ancestral commune it just became worse. from bad trips to watching people commit suicide, it was not a fruitful endeavor. one by one, the people you came on the trip with began disappearing, only scaring you further. you're numb by the end of it all, and have no more tears to give for your boyfriend as he becomes the last person to 'disappear'. you're left with jisung and his people, and you begin to question why he's left standing. but you don't care. after everything you've seen, you just don't care.

xiaojun - ghostface. what you think when people ask about your boyfriend is that he's too good to be true, and he is! he's close with everyone in the friend group, especially yangyang... odd. but you don't look into it that much, seeing as how you're still recovering from the death of your mother. weirdly enough, one of your classmates dies, and your boyfriend starts to act suspicious. you can't even trust him after seeing him climb into your room with a whole murder weapon. your friend insists on a party, and it doesn't look like you have a choice. you see everyone but your friend in the room, but she slipped your mind once you saw your boyfriend. now everyone is gone, and your boyfriend looks badly injured. but... you don't see any wounds or anything like that. you only notice you got yourself into trouble once your boyfriend looked up at you, eyes innocently wide but with a sinister smile on his face. where's yangyang...

jeno - terrifier. why the fuck is some guy dressed in a clown costume across the neighbor's house just standing there? you try calling her but to no avail. you can't help but commit to the bystander effect as you watch him follow your neighbor into her room and stab her back repeatedly, you could've sworn you saw her spine. the phone is in your fucking hand, call 911! you watch as he leaves and reenters with a cup of salt, spreading it all over her wounds as you hear whatever vocal chords in her cut open throat allowed her to scream. you watch as he props her up on the bed every part of her body lacerated, and only then he notices you staring. he heaves a smile before exiting the room, and when you look down you see him sprinting towards your house. why didn't you call the police?

haechan - freddy krueger. you can't sleep, or else he'll get you. he's gotten all of your friends already, you've even considered checking into a mental hospital just so they can call you crazy and tell you that whatever you're dreaming of is just in your mind. people wake up with gashes and bruises all the time after they wake up. people have this overwhelming fear of being killed by the boogeyman all the time! you can't close your eyes, even if the hallucinations are getting to you. your friend, chenle, notices your terrible state and slips some sleeping pills in your drink. he just wanted to be a good friend. only then you notice it when your eyes are closing, and you hear that beautiful singing voice in your dream. the realization that you're a goner hits you once his claws are deep into your chest, as you could hear your heartbeat from behind you, in his hand.

extra: johnny/taeyong/ten - the strangers. they're stalking the house of you and your now ex boyfriend, knocking on the fucking door and then leaving. once they're out of you guys' view, your boyfriend makes a run for it to the car to drive out for help as you watch from the window. only then do you see one of them in the back of the car along with a knife to his neck, then you hear footsteps behind you. they had access to get in all along; they just enjoy playing with their prey before attacking.

[jessybarnes]

It Takes Two

Title: It Takes Two

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2,153

Tags: Smut, angst, fluff, pregnancy, pregnancy kink, plans of moving out, crying, taking pregnancy tests, kissing, fingering (female receiving), oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, talking about birth control pills, nipple play, explicit language, and I think that’s it.

Written For: @kinktober2022, @buckybarnesbingo, @anyfandomangstbingo, and @badthingshappenbingo

Square(s) Filled: Pregnancy for Kinktober // Can’t Stop The Tears for AFG Angst Bingo // “What have I done?” for Bad Things Happen Bingo // Moving for Bucky Barnes Bingo

Beta(s): None

"What have I done?..." 

You look down at the little pink plus sign darkening on the plastic test, panic coursing through your body. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not now! You’ve been careful. You’re on birth control pills, and you use condoms. Well, most of the time anyway. You think back to the night after he came back from the last long mission and sigh. Yes, you had taken your daily pill, but Bucky hadn't used a condom. 

You swallow thickly before tearing open another package with your teeth. Maybe it’s a false positive? Grabbing the small cup off of the sink, you add four drops to the test and sit down on the closed toilet seat. You bury your head in her hands, rubbing along your temples lightly. A few minutes later you peek at the second test and let another sigh escape your lips. 

"Okay, best two out of three."

About fifteen minutes later you have three pink plus signs staring menacingly back up at you. Realization sets in and tears threaten to fall as your hands shake. 

"Fuck!"

Anger rises in you and with a swipe of your hand, you send the tests flying against the opposite wall. They scatter along the tile floor, your tears flowing freely now and you slide down the wall bringing your knees to your chest. Sobs rack your body as another realization comes to mind and you know what you have to do. 

Bringing a child into James' life would most certainly take time away from his life of keeping the world safe. He’s been a hero for years, and you aren’t about to take that away from him. Sure you love him and want to be with him for the rest of your life, but now isn't the time for him to be a father. 

You stand up and wipe your face, taking a few deep, shaky breaths. No matter how much you love him you know you can't stay. Telling him is off the table because you know he’d want to be by your side for every waking moment of your pregnancy. You know he deserves to know, but he also deserves to be a hero. It’s your love for his happiness that helps you make your final decision. 

Picking the lesser of the two evils, you start gathering your things off the back of the sink. You share a tiny apartment nothing too elaborate, but it’s still in a decent neighborhood. It shelters you and well, it’s your home. Well, it was. 

Your lower lip quiveres as you quickly throw what little clothes and possessions you have into your black suitcase. Once everything is packed you zip it up and stand so you can look around the half-empty room. It looks so bare and lifeless, like a bachelor pad. You don't want to leave, but what choice did you have? Bucky deserves a woman who will be more careful about things like this. Your chest aches at the thought of him being in someone else's arms. The way he touches, kisses, makes love, and all the other little things he does feels reserved only for you. 

You allow yourself to take one last look at the place you've called home for the past four years before walking towards the front door. Your legs feel numb and heavy as you grab your purse digging for your keys. Shaky hands pull them out and you fumble with the keyring trying your best to remove your key to the apartment. You’re just about to lay it on the table when the lock clicks on the door. 

No... no please not now. He can't be home this early...

You can't face him. Can't bear the heartbreak you know you’ll see on his face, but there’s no where for you to go. There’s only one door in and out. Bracing yourelf for the inevitable, you lean your suitcase against the couch and wrap your arms around yourself.  

James doesn't notice you at first. He hangs his keys on the hook by the door and drapes his leather jacket over one of the chairs in the dining area. He toes out of his boots and you admire the happiness in his bright blue eyes for what may be the last time. You drink him in, mentally taking a picture to keep in your memory forever.

"Hey, doll, I'm home! What sounds good for di-"

Bucky stops at the threshold of the living room, his eyes darting between you and the packed suitcase. Anger, confusion, and panic all flash over his face at once as he looks at you for an explanation. 

"Y/N? What's going on? Where are you going?"

He watches you take a shaky breath and sigh. You never look at him and that upsets him the most. That you can't even look him in the eyes. He runs the past few weeks in his mind quickly trying to figure out if he’s done something wrong, but he can't come up with anything. 

"James... I-I..."

He watches a lone tear slide down your cheek.

"I can't stay..."

Bucky furrows his brows and walks toward you. Tucking two fingers under your chin, he raises your head so your looking at him instead of the carpet. His eyes search yours for something, anything to help him understand what’s going on. 

"What do you mean you can't stay? Y/N what's wrong? You can't just leave without talking to me! After everything we've been through..."

You bite your lip and ball your fists trying not to cry. You hate seeing Bucky like this. Especially since this is all your fault. You know he won't let you leave without hearing your reason, and you can't see a way out of it now. Closing your eyes, you swallow the lump in your throat and take a deep breath. 

"It's... it's all my fault, Bucky. I've ruined everything..."

This time when he looks at you all you see is confusion. He smooths his thumbs under your eyes to wipe the loose tears away and shakes his head desperately. 

"Baby, talk to me. What happened? What do you mean you've ruined everything?"

Now you’re starting to get annoyed. It isn't his fault, you know that, but it’s hard to find the words. Anger gets the best of you again as you look up at him. 

"I can't do this anymore! I can't stay knowing that I've ruined every chance you have of keeping the world safe, James! I don't want Steve, Natasha, Fury, or any of the others to see me as the reason for keeping you from missions because I'm pregnant!"

A look of shock spreads over Bucky’s face as he takes a step back. His eyes slowly travel down your small frame and settle on your still flat belly. He hasn't said anything, and it makes your heart break that much more. Hot tears are flowing freely down your cheeks now, making your vision blurry, and you blindly reach for your suitcase again. 

"...That's why I can't stay. I-I can't be the reason for you giving up what you love doing most."

The shock wears off his face when he sees your hand wrap around the handle and he puts his hands firmly on your damp cheeks. 

"Y/N you're what I love most!"

He pulls you flush against him and his eyes begin to shine with unshed tears.

"You and this baby, our baby, will know nothing but love do you hear me? Yes, keeping the people in this world safe is something that I love to do, but don't you think for one second that I won't give it all up for you! Don't ever, EVER, let the thought cross your mind that you carrying our child would be the reason for me retiring from missions."

He places a chaste kiss on your forehead.

"Believe me when I say that I can do both. I can be a dad and an Avenger. Hell, if I can survive a fall from a train and all the brainwashing and torture that Hydra did, then bringing a child into this world shouldn't be a threat at all. Not to mention it takes two to tango, doll."

You drop your suitcase and fling your arms around his neck kissing him hard. Bucky lets out a grunt regaining his balance before returning your kiss with fervor. He runs his hands down your sides making you shiver. You can't get enough of his touch, and right now you need it more than ever. 

"Bucky... please..."

His eyes darken as he lifts you up, your thighs wrapping around his waist. You can feel his clothed cock pressing against your pussy, and it only makes you want him that much more. God, you’re so in love with this man. He saw you at your absolute worst tonight, and he never once showed you anything but love.  

James gently lays you down on the comforter and slowly starts kissing you again. Most of the time you’re both in a hurry to devour each other, but this is a different circumstance. Right now all James wants is to worship every inch of your body. He peppers sweet, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline. You moan softly when he sucks above your pulse point, and arch up so your chest touches his. 

"You’re so beautiful Y/N, and now that I know you’re carrying our baby,” his metal hand moves to rest on top of your stomach, “I can’t wait to see you with a little bump. Gonna look so sexy carrying my baby, sweetheart. It’s gonna be difficult to control myself around you. M'gonna be so hard all the time baby…fuck..."

You tangle your fingers in his brown hair, relishing in the way his mouth feels on your skin. His hands snake under the hem of your shirt and onto your tummy. He kisses just above your belly button and looks up at your through his eyelashes. “You’re gonna make an amazing mother, pretty girl.”

Bucky wraps one arm around your back and sits you up so he can easily rid you of your shirt and bra. His tongue swirls around one of your nipples drawing a moan from your throat. He groans, his cock twitching in his jeans. “These perfect tits gettin’ all full with food for our baby, god, doll you’re gonna be so fucking gorgeous.” 

"Oh, James!... Baby, please... need you!"

He smirks and lays you back down on the soft bedspread, “patience, baby. I’m just gettin’ started. 

He sits up on his knees and hooks his fingers in the hem of your sweatpants removing them and your panties in one swift motion. He marvels at you bare beneath him and it’s the prettiest sight he’s ever seen. Even more so now that your carrying his child. Bucky continues to kiss you lovingly until he’s positioned between your legs. He presses kisses into your inner thighs and pushes one of his metal fingers into your tight, wet heat. 

"Mmmm, I love how needy you get for me, Y/N. Always so responsive for me, sweetheart."

Bucky begins to devour you, his skilled tongue slipping inside your fluttering hole as he rubs your clit slowly with his thumb. Your desperate cries fill the room and it’s music to his ears. He brings you closer and closer to the edge, but he knows it isn’t enough. You always need that last little push to let go. 

"J-James, please!! I-I wanna cum... fuck, baby please!"

He comes up to kiss your lips, his cool, metal fingers sliding inside your pussy with ease. The contrast of temperatures make your eyes roll back and your legs shake. He pumps them faster, curling them to rub that spot that drives you absolutely crazy. 

"C'mon, be a good girl and cum all over my fingers, princess"

He brings his mouth down to yours, kissing you with unbridled passion. You’re panting against his lips, whimpering into his mouth as your nails rake down his back. Bucky bites your lip and suddenly you’re writhing in his arms and he growls against your lips. He fucking loves seeing you come undone like this.

"That's my good girl. God, you’re so fucking gorgeous, Y/N."

James stands up and quickly strips out of his clothes before climbing back onto the bed. He cups your cheek and kisses you tenderly. 

"Bucky, please…make love to me…"

He chuckles and looks deeply into your eyes. “Don’t worry, doll. I’m no where near done with you. Gonna make you cum over and over for me until your begging for me to stop.” He bites his lip and grinds his hard cock against your pussy. 

“You better get used to this, pretty girl, because these next nine months I’m not gonna be able to keep my hands to myself.”

[sacredsnape]

A oneshot about Severus losing his mind because he can't find his daughter in the whole school, but the girl happens to be with Remus playing with a family of Nifflers in the Forbidden Forest :D

(Perhaps Luna tells Severus that she saw her daughter and Professor Lupine playing in the Forbidden Forest ;3)

This is so adorable! I love Dad!Sev and Remus being soft with kids 🥹

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Sev's daughter is in her third year so this takes place during POA. Sev had her with his ex wife and later on married Remus during her second year.

Masterlist

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Severus was about to have a fucking heart attack if he didn't find his daughter within the next thirty seconds.

His daughter, Willow, was very curious and wandered around the castle a lot, but she would always return to her common room or to her father's private chambers afterwards.

Today, however, she did not return.

Severus didn't even know where his husband was - it was another Hogsmeade trip weekend and Severus knew that Remus hadn't volunteered to chaperone the trip, so where in the world was he?

"Are you okay, Professor Snape? You seem a little stressed."

Severus jumped when he heard Luna Lovegood's voice behind him, stopping his frantic search for his daughter and husband.

He turned around to face Luna, his eyebrows creasing in a disgruntled manner. A little stressed was a major understatement.

"I'm fine, Miss Lovegood," Severus replied as calmly as possible, his fingers twitching anxiously. "Why aren't you in Hogsmeade with the other students?"

Luna shrugged. "Well, Willow was supposed to go with me, but she flaked out," she said, sounding a little hurt. "She never flakes out on me."

Severus let out an exasperated noise, more panic rising inside of him. His chest tightened and he wheezed, about to pass out in the middle of the corridor--

"But I did see her with Professor Lupin earlier," Luna added. Severus stared at her, his mouth falling open in surprise. His body flooded with numb relief as he shakily asked her, "Where exactly did you see them?"

"By the Forbidden Forest. I saw them on my way back inside after looking for nargles," Luna answered promptly, fiddling with the butterbeer cork necklace around her neck.

"Fucking Remus," Severus mumbled under his breath, shaking his head. He hastily thanked Luna and ran from the corridor, nearly tripping over his own feet in his mad dash towards the Forbidden Forest.

"Ooo, look at this one! It's so cute!" Severus heard Willow giggle as he quickly approached the forest, running around Hagrid's hut to find his husband and daughter crouched down by the edge of the forest, playing with a bunch of Nifflers.

"Isn't he so silly? Look at him, he keeps digging around for gold when there's nothing here," Remus laughed, gently tickling the Niffler's belly. He turned around to grab another Niffler and almost dropped it when he saw Severus standing there.

"Severus!" Remus exclaimed, the Nffler wiggling free from his grasp and running off. "I- I didn't see you standing there!"

"Hi, dad!" Willow happily greeted her father as she scooped two baby Nifflers into her arms. "Pa came to show me these Nifflers that Hagrid told him about!"

Severus exhaled impatiently through his nose and curtly said, "That's lovely, sweetheart, but why did neither of you tell me where you ran off to?"

Remus smiled sheepishly at Severus, scratching the back of his neck. "I'm truly sorry about that, darling, but Willow was just so excited to come look at the Nifflers and you were busy with your potions-"

"Even if I was busy, I still expect you to tell me where you are," Severus interjected coldly. He pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply as he shook his head. "The two of you nearly gave me a bloody heart attack."

Willow glanced wearily at Remus, who shrugged, before standing to approach Severus with the baby Nifflers in her arms.

"Dad," she spoke quietly, nudging his side. Severus looked up, his gaze softening as he met his daughter's eyes; they were the same color as his and she looked so much like him, like a mini Severus.

"I'm sorry," she continued, averting her father's gaze. "Pa and I should have told you where we ran off to."

One of the Nifflers escaped her arms and jumped onto Severus's robes, eagerly sniffing them. Severus couldn't help but smile at the little creature, some of his disappointment and annoyance fading away.

"It's okay, my little songbird. I'm not mad at you," Severus assured Willow, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of her head. He looked past her at Remus, who was visibly embarrassed for not telling his husband about their whereabouts.

"I'm not mad at you either, Rem," Severus told his husband. Remus relaxed, sighing in relief. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to relax after this. I don't ever want to lose you two, figuratively and literally."

"I understand, my dear," Remus said softly as he joined Severus at his side, sliding his hand into his and intertwining their fingers. "We won't let it happen again."

Severus smiled up at Remus, pecking his lips appreciatively. The Niffler on his robes crawled further up his body, settling itself into the crook of his neck.

"I think that Niffler likes your neck as much as I do," Remus smirked. Severus playfully swatted his shoulder, blushing crimson. Willow stared in confusion at her fathers before shrugging, returning to her spot on the grass with her Nifflers.

"Would you like to tell me about these Nifflers?" Severus asked Remus, changing the subject before he became too emotional. Remus nodded and led Severus towards the little creatures, sitting down with him across from Willow.

Severus listened to his husband and daughter passionately talk about the Nifflers with a smile on his face. He loved his little family so much and having lost them for just a few minutes nearly sent him into cardiac arrest.

Remus squeezed Severus's hand, smiling reassuringly at him. His smile was one that Severus had seen many times before; it meant that he and Willow weren't going anywhere and that they would stick by Severus through everything.

Severus was very grateful for them, even after they half scared him to death. He had his brave wolf and his little willow tree, and that's all he needed.

[nrsstuff]

EASY

pairing: pedri/gavi

warnings: offensive language, forced kissing, violence

notes: im sorry for taking a long time to finish this, and this doesnt seem like possessing LMAO IM ALSO SORRY IF THIS IS BAD

People always warn them to not take anything from the forest, but Gavi is a stubborn one. He loves challenges. What's wrong with having a little fun?

They all have just come back from a waterfall, and Gavi never tells anyone that he has taken a dirty old bottle from the forest. Well, firstly, it's not his fault. He walked into the forest, found a bottle, and his first instinct was to pick up the strange object.

Okay, that does sound like his own damn fault.

Whatever.

Now that he is all alone in his apartment, he can finally test if the bottle is truly cursed or people are just being paranoid. The problem is, he doesn't know what to do. Should he open the bottle? Ugh, hopefully it doesn't smell that bad, or Gavi might hit himself for being too stubborn to take that weird bottle.

He stands behind the counter in his kitchen, small hands are trying to open the bottle. When the cap is taken off, a sharp smell of wood comes out of the bottle. It doesn't smell bad, surprisingly, it smells....comforting?

Suddenly, he feels a bit dizzy, his sight becomes blurry, and his hands are shaking.

Fuck, what's happening?

He tries to hold the counter to prevent himself from falling down, but the gravitational force feels stronger than usual. Has time moved slower? Gavi can't answer, but one thing for sure, a pair of hands are holding him gently.

Wait, who's this?

Gavi wants to open his mouth, but his mind just won't cooperate for no reason. He feels numb, but somehow can feel how someone behind him is sniffing at him.

"Hm, you smell like an apple with a bit of melon. Sweet."

A voice. Gavi hears a voice behind him.

"Make me want to tear you to pieces," and with that, Gavi gains body control back. He doesn't know how, but he definitely wants to get away from this curse. So, he wriggles from the curse's hold, then pushes the curse away.

He doesn't waste time, his legs sprint out of the kitchen.

"Mhm, playing tag, are we? You're fun, I like you."

Gavi not need hear that. He is going to make it out alive. No one's catching him dying at such a young age.

As he is about to escape his apartment, the curse grabs him from behind. Gavi wouldn't say he's weak, because he was caught fighting with other students back in high school, but to be thrown at the wall like a piece of paper was not what he expected.

There's a ringing sound in his ears, and the pain at the back of his head doesn't help either. He can see the curse is walking towards him, then forcefully hold his jaw.

"You let me out, why are you running away?" The curse tilts its head to the right, its brows are knitted together, like he is confused by Gavi's behavior. "We can be friends, or perhaps, a lover." The curse smiles, showing his straight white teeth.

"Fuck you," Gavi spits at the curse, proving himself that he is not scared of this curse. But the curse isn't pleased, he smashes Gavi's head at the wall without mercy, earning a yelp from the human. The curse grasps his hair, lifting his head in the air. Gavi's breath stutters when the curse gets closer to his ear.

"A human like you, should bow down to me. After all, why would God create me first before you, hm?"

Gavi mutters get away from me while weakly pushing the curse— the demon?

The demon looks down at him, then laughs out loud, making Gavi wince. "You're cute. You deserve a kiss, no?" Gavi's eyes widened at those words, his mouth saying no like a prayer, but to no avail, he felt the foreign lips against his.

Whimpers came out of his throat. Gavi's face burns in embarrassment as the demon greedily licks his mouth, exploring every inch without missing any part. The pain in his skull worsened when the demon pushed his head to deepen their kiss.

He is slowly losing oxygen, black dots start to appear in his vision.

Let me go!

His mind screams as his tears fall down his cheeks. The demon doesn't show any signs of stopping, like it's trying to swallow his soul.

It feels like everything moves in slow motion. Gavi can sense something entering his body, and there's a hand on his chest, digging into his skin. As if everything becomes quiet, he can hear his own heartbeat, desperately pumping his blood into his body so that he can stay alive.

But Gavi thinks this is the end.

The hand that's digging into his skin is finally entering his body, aiming at his beating heart, and squeezing it. His breath hitches in his throat, not realizing the demon ends their kiss the moment its hand touches his heart.

"Your past and future are mine, Gavi. There's no way to escape, and even if you try to do so, I'll simply just squeeze your tiny heart and watch it burst."

Everything turns dark.

When Gavi wakes up, he is in his room with a blanket on top of him. His head feels fine, and there's not a certain demon anywhere around him.

It was all just a dream.

Strange, it feels like his heart is being squeezed by someone.

[familyvideostevie]

HI

Omg so i was listening to a random playlist on a spotify and line without a hook started playing and the lyrics

I broke all my bones that day I found you

Crying at the lake

Was it something I said to make you feel like you're a burden, oh

And if I could take it all back

I swear that I would pull you from the tide

Just made me NEED to request something with it. And my mind is in battle whether i should choose steve or eddie 😭 so I'll let it at your hands, baby!

hi baby im gonna count this as a celebration ask if that's ok!! i love this song its so….so MUCH. I'm gonna go for Eddie for this one!! angst to fluff, fem!reader :) __

The lake water laps at the toes of your shoes and you can't find it in yourself to care. You curl your arms around your knees and bury your face in your own lap.

"Fuck," you say. "Fuck!" you scream. It echoes over Lover's Lake.

"Don't let me interrupt," says a voice from behind you. You stiffen but don't turn around.

"Eddie," you say. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I actually drove all over town looking for you. I was about to make Harrington pull together a search party of children." That gets you to turn to look at him, standing and dusting off the seat of your jeans as you step away from the water. He's smiling at you, but the line of his jaw is tense and his hands are stuffed in his back pockets like he doesn't trust himself not to reach for you.

"You didn't have to do that --"

"Didn't I?" he sighs. "This is my fault, anyway." He rocks back and forth on his heels and you cross your arms.

"So I heard right then? You think I'm too much?" You can't look at him as you say it, the memory of his words bringing tears to your eyes. Eddie is your friend, and while you want him to be something more, he clearly barely tolerates you. You heard him say it yourself earlier today. The drama room door had still been open and you wanted to give Eddie back a DM notebook he forgot in your locker. But you heard the boys talking and that stopped you in your tracks.

"Why don't you invite her to come, then, if she's your friend?" Dustin had asked Eddie. You knew they were talking about you.

"Oh, I don't know," you had heard Eddie say. "I don't think it would be a good idea for her to be here. She's just…so much." Your blood had turned to ice and you felt numb, but Eddie needed his notebook. So you had just barged in there, a fake smile huge on your face, and dropped it on the table with a quick hello and raced out of there.

And then you walked yourself to the lake. And have been sitting here ever since.

"You don't know what I was going to say," Eddie pleads. He takes a step toward you. "That you're too much because I can't focus around you. Because you're too pretty and too funny and too fucking good. You in Hellfire would mean I couldn't do anything but stare at you and think about kissing you."

"I--what?" This is the last thing you expected and it makes your heart race. Eddie runs his hands through his hair desperately like he has to make you hear him or he'll explode.

"And I'm so fucking sorry that you spent any time at all thinking that I don't like you and don't want you around. I always want you around. God, I -- fuck, can I please touch you, sweetheart? I'm dying over here."

"Okay," you say, breathless. Eddie lunges for you, pulling you into his arms. He's warm and you clutch at the back of his jacket.

"I'm so sorry," he says into your hair.

"I forgive you, Eddie," you say. "But…you said something about kissing?" He pulls back to show you his grin, cheeks pink and the tension gone.

"You heard that right, at least," he mutters before he starts to lean down and you meet him halfway.

join the celebration!

[sydsaint]

Switchblade Era 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪 💉 💉💉💉💉

Summary: The reader meets a handsome stranger at a bar after her breakup.

It's late into the night and you're sitting at a bar nursing yet another drink. Eight hours ago the man that you thought you were in love with broke up with you. So here you are, trying to numb your feelings with cheap drinks and loneliness. That's the plan at least.

Around midnight you are staring a hole in the back of the bar when someone slips onto the barstool next to you. You glance his way for a brief second and get a look at him. He's tall and handsome. Too handsome his own good, and you know the type all too well. Dressed in a pair of black pants and a white shirt that's a size too small, his pecs straining against the white fabric. 'Trouble with a capital T. That's what he is.' You think to yourself.

"Evening." The handsome stranger offers you a casual greeting and you pick up his accent right away. "Can I get you a drink? Yours looks like it's about empty." He asks you, nodding to your empty glass.

You glance down at the glass and back at the stranger. "I'm okay, thanks." You shake your head. "I'm not looking for company tonight. As cute as you seem to be." You inform him.

"Awe that's alright." The guy shrugs. "I'm Jay, by the way, doll. And that drink is still on the table, no strings attached. Scouts honor." He grins at you.

You sigh through your nose. 'He's just trying to be nice.' You remind yourself. 'You probably look like shit right now. He's just being polite.'

"Sure, thank you." You agree to the drink after some thought. "And it's, Y/N. Not, doll." You correct him.

Jay nods and beckons the bartender over. "It's nice to meet you, Y/N. I hope that a free drink lifts your mood a bit. You look a bit glum sitting over here all alone. Care to chat about it?" He offers as the bartender brings over some drinks.

"You want to chat with a stranger about why she's drinking alone and wallowing in her own feelings?" You snicker and pick up your new drink. "Wow, you must like to play the game, huh, Jay?"

Jay chuckles with you. "Call me and interested party. And you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He reminds you. "Hell, you can toss that drink in my face and tell me to fuck off. It certainly wouldn't be the first time."

"Or the last, I reckon." You add with a small hint of a smile.

"Exactly." Jay grins.

You let out another sigh and take a drink from your glass. Maybe talking about your problem will make you feel a bit better. You'll never see this guy again, anyways. So what's the harm.

"My boyfriend broke up with me today." You explain in a sad tone. "I thought that he was going to propose. Which is why I'm dressed so nice." You add.

"Damn." Jay's tone softens. "That sucks. Your ex sounds like a real charming guy."

You laugh again out of pity and nod. "Got that right." You pick your drink back up and finish it off. "Thanks for the drink, Jay. But I'll be heading home to cry myself to sleep most likely, now." You set down your glass and stand.

"Sure I can't offer you a fun end to your night?" Jay offers. "Take your mind off of your ex? I promise that ill be gone by morning if you want."

"Thanks, but no." You shake your head. "You are cute though. And if this were any other night, then I'd probably say yes. But not tonight." You shoot him down.

Jay nods and raises his drink at you. "Fair enough, doll. But any other night I would have rocked your world." He grins at you.

"I'm sure." You giggle and walk off. "Who knows, maybe we'll meet again someday. Then I'll take you up on your offer." You add as you exit through the door.

Two years go by and you regret not letting Jay take you home almost every night. Jay considers you the one that he stupidly let get away with so much as a number. But as fate would have it, you get a job working backstage for AEW right when Jay is being loaned out to them for a few months.

You are busy backstage messing around with some sound equipment when you hear someone talking behind you. You perk up at the sound of an accent you haven't heard in two years and turn around.

"Oh my God." You gasp aloud when you turn around.

There he is. Jay. Aka the man you cant seem to get over. Despite you knowing almost nothing about him. He's right there talking to one of the AEW EVPs.

You freeze in place and wait for the EVP to stop talking. And as soon as he turns around you rush over to Jay. You've got to talk to him.

"Excuse me." You walk up to Jay. "Hi, you probably don't remember me." You rub the back of your back.

"Y/N?!" Jay instantly replies. "Oh my God, doll, are you serious?" He asks you.

Your eyes widen in surprise at Jay's reply. "You remember me?" You ask him.

"Hell yes, I remember you." Jay nods. "Out of all the girls that I've met. You are the only one that I've regretted not getting a number for." He explains.

"Really?" You laugh. "Wow. Well if you must know. I regretted not saying yes to your offer the moment I got home." You explain while laughing. "I don't suppose that it's still on the table after all this time?"

"Oh absolutely." Jay grins at you. "Find me after the show, doll. I assume that you're over your ex by now. But tonight ill make sure that there isn't a doubt in your mind." He winks at you.

"I look forward to it, handsome." You giggle and wink back at him. "See you after the show, then."