#Midnight OC Fanfic

[rafeandonlyrafe]

morning cravings

words: 1.1k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, friends to lovers, mentions of past hookups and drinking, semi public sex

you pull out your phone and quickly type out a message to rafe.

im coming over. unlock the door for me.

you push your feet into your tennis shoes before he even texts back.

i was about to hop in the shower

i don't care. my coffee machine broke and im dying without my caffeine 

you grab your bag before heading out the door, crossing the street to rafes house, having lived next to him your entire life.

“hey.” you mumble as rafe opens the door for you. you don't even look around as you enter, knowing his house like the back of your hand.

“wheezie just bought some new syrups if you want to try them out.” rafe says before retreating out of the kitchen, knowing you'll be in a bad mood until you have a mug of hot coffee in your hand.

you don't put much care into your first cup, drinking it black and gulping half down before adding some syrups and milk.

you sip slower now, padding around the house and it's many rooms until you find rafe.

“thanks.” you tell him. “where is everyone?”

“probably asleep still.” rafe says. he knows you always get up early, and he's adjusted his schedule throughout the years to fit with yours.

“hm.” you hum out, taking another sip of the bitter coffee before setting it down on the side table. “do you think we have time to fuck?”

“i-” rafe sits up suddenly, straightening out his previously slumped position. “what?”

“remember that time we hooked up?” you question, moving with confidence to sit on rafes lap, placing your knees on the couch cushion on either side of his thighs.

“we were both blacked out though. i thought for the sake of our friendship we agreed to not-”

you cut rafe off by surging forward and pressing your lips against his. “i want you. now.”

rafe doesn't question it. if he did you'd probably admit that your vibrator frustratingly died on you last night and wouldn't charge, leading to your pent up attitude.

rafe kisses you harshly, one arm wrapping around your waist to pull you in flush to his body while his other hand comes to the back of your head, holding you close as his lips attack yours.

“fuck, we don't have much time though.” rafe says, breathing faster already as his muscular chest rises and falls.

“i want you right here.” you reach down and pet your palm over rafes crotch, feeling his length harden under the plaid pajama pants material. “we can fuck again later in your room, but i need you to make me cum right now.”

“okay.” rafe tries to stay listening to the stairs, waiting for a creak to tell him to stop, but the second your hand moves under the hem of his pants, all is forgotten.

you pull his cock out, wrapping your hand around his length as you stroke up and down, grinding yourself down against his thighs to get you even wetter than you already are.

“take your shorts off.” rafe says, hand coming to your ass and giving it a squeeze, a smile growing on his face when you get off his lap only to turn and have your bum face him as you pull down your shorts and underwear, bearing your pussy to rafe.

you expect him to let you turn around and ride him, use his body if he doesn't feel like helping, but suddenly your thighs are being spread by long slender fingers and rafes mouth is on your cunt.

you moan out probably too loudly and lean forward to place your hands on the coffee table as rafes tongue swipes through your folds, tasting all the juices and wetness that has accumulated.

“god.” you whine, pushing your hips back against rafes face. “don't stop.”

you feel his mouth drop slightly to reach your clit, his lips wrapping around your bud as he sucks. 

your fingers dig into the wooden table as you moan out again, trying to keep yourself from screaming as you grind back against his face.

rafe eats you out for as long as he will allow himself while in the living room. he stands suddenly, tongue licking at your wetness covering his lips.

before you can stand or turn, rafes cock is pressed against your entrance, his hands on your hips.

“fuck me rafe.” you tell him, looking over your shoulder. “fuck me hard.”

you don't have to tell rafe twice as he sinks into you, both letting out curses at the sudden intense pleasure.

rafe pauses for just a moment, somewhat to let you adjust but more so to allow himself a deep breath and refocus on not cumming too soon despite your cunt clutching his cock, seemingly sucking his length deeper inside of you.

“so fucking-” rafe gasps. “warm and wet.”

you open your mouth to respond with some quip when rafe begins to thrust, pounding into you with abandon, not treating you like you've been his best friend since kindergarten but like a whore he's having a one night stand with.

it makes you regret not giving in to the lust sooner as rafes hand reaches around your midsection and his fingers find your clit, strumming it with rhythm in time with his hips.

“we're doing this more often.” you tell rafe, who nods in agreement despite you facing away from him, he can't find his words at the moment.

“god, your cock is big.” you moan out. you remember the hookup somewhat despite telling rafe the next day you didn't, but a cock like his leaves an impression even in a completely blacked out drunk mind.

rafes fingers pinch at your clit, smiling as he feels your pussy grip his cock tighter every time.

the one hand on your hip is grabbing you so tightly you're sure to be bruises, but you just want rafe to cover you completely, marking you as his.

“im-im not gonna last much longer.” rafe says. 

“rub me faster.” you command, eyes squeezing shut as you focus on the high building inside of you, wanting to cum at the same time as rafe.

his cock swells inside of you, pushing even further against your walls as your orgasm suddenly breeches as you cum with a gasp and a cry of rafes name.

you let out a whine when rafe suddenly pulls out, his cum spurting across your bum as he jacks himself off.

“the fuck?” you ask, turning around. “i wanted you to cum inside of me!”

“i-i-” rafe stutters, his eyes widening.

“come on.” you groan, pulling your shorts back on and grabbing your sullied, wet underwear. “you can make it up to me in your room.”

you make sure to grab your coffee before heading up the stairs.

[needtoloveoutloud]

Shadows Of Our Past, Present, and (possible) Future — Series

My Hero Academia — Female!OC Fanfiction on AO3

Part One (Completed — 93k words):

The one where Shota Aizawa stumbles upon a back alley full of stray cats and ends up adopting a child

“Fine, then a cat? We both know how much you love those little furry…things.” At this, Shota paused the game and turned to the pushy blonde next to him. “I actually have considered that.” “And?” “And: also, no. It makes no sense.” Hizashi looked almost scandalized. “Makes no sense?” “I made a pro and contra list.” “Of course you did.”

When underground hero Shota Aizawa, twenty-two years old, is out on patrol one Friday evening, he doesn't expect that a single meow from a cat would lead him to find a homeless girl called Yoru. From then on, Yoru and Shota grow up together, make mistakes together, and try to overcome every obstacle life throws at them.

>> Read on AO3 <<

Part Two (Ongoing, regular updates — growing long fic — 231k words so far — READ PART 1 FIRST, PLEASE AND THANK YOU):

The one where Yoru Aizawa tries to navigate through life at U.A.

Two days after her fifteenth birthday, Yoru decides to drop the bomb on him. “I want to go to U.A.” “You want to go to U.A.” Her Dad puts the book he's been reading down on the glass balcony table.  “Yes, I want to go to U.A.” She slumps down on the outdoor couch next to him, grabbing the discarded book. “What are you reading?” ‘A Book of Five Rings by Miyamoto Musashi — The classic guide to strategy ’. She raises an eyebrow. “Reading that for fun, huh?” “Why do you want to go to U.A.? You never cared much about heroes. Besides Edgeshot, that is.” Yoru smirks up at him. “What, jealous?” “As if.” “You know, even if they sold Eraserhead posters, I wouldn’t hang them up. It would be super weird.” “Good to know where your loyalties lie.” He rolls his eyes. “Back to the topic at hand, why do you want to go to U.A.? Because Shinso wants to go?” “No.” Pause. “Okay, that may be part of it. But I’m serious. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, and I really want to go.” “That might be so, but you still neglected to tell me why you want to attend there.” Yoru plays with her hair, noting how it’s time for another hair cut when she finds some splint ends. “I wanna be a hero.” Her Dad blinks. “A hero?” “Yes. Well, I want to help people and do some good with that shitty quirk of mine.”

When Yoru tells her Dad that she wants to attend U.A., she expects it to be a difficult path. She didn't expect all the awkwardness, blossoming friendships, confusing feelings, and near-death experiences, though.

>> Read on AO3 <<

Please heed the warnings/tags (TWs in the author's notes of chapters where they apply to).

This story is a mix of:

Slice of life

Hurt/Comfort

Angst/Fluff

Humor

Dadzawa

SLOW BURN Romance — Enemies to Lovers (Bakugo x Yoru)

Growing up, coming of age (hopefully lol)

Teenage awkwardness

Mixed media (pictures, music, chat screenshots (later on in Part 2), etc. — chat screenshots will always have the written text below, to make it accessible for visually impaired folks or people who use screen readers)

Author: NoBecksPleaseNo on AO3

Please don't copy the work, the character, the premise, etc. Also, no cross-posting anywhere, please and thank you.

Disclaimer: Yoru's image is AI generated and then edited/adjusted by the author. The other character images in the header are from Pinterest (besides the one of Present Mic/Midnight, that one's from the light novels) — unfortunately without a source. If you're the artist, and you're not okay with me using them, please message me and I will remove them. If you're the artist and are okay with me using them, please tell me, so I can credit you.

Besides the OC characters, I don't own any already existing characters from the My Hero Academia Universe — that honor belongs to Kohei Horikoshi.

[paddymoonstruck]

SPLASHES AND ASHES

❝ it’s okay, we’re the

best of friends ❞

Charles Marc Herve Perceval Leclerc will forever be in debt to Sofina Dalani Saviano as she was his saving grace just as they were about to run out of funds for his racing career.

For her 7th birthday, Sofina’s father took her to the 2005 PACA Championship where she was ultimately taken by the chubby-cheeked French speaking boy with a yellow helmet tucked under his arm.

At that young age, she could never forget the slow of time when she saw that twinkle in his eyes and the pearly white smile that adorned his face when he was announced as the winner. Then and there, Sofina was adamant on befriending him and scouring the planet to see him wear that expression again.

What better way to do that than be the hero that washes all his financial troubles away?

Money does not buy happiness, but my goodness, doesn’t it help?

PAIRINGS: Charles Leclerc X Nepo!OC

Notes: OMG HERE’S THE SUMMARY !!! I KNOW THE POLE STILL HAS 5 DAYS LEFT BUT 94.5 SAID YES SO WHY NOTTT — ALSO !! YOYOK !!!!

!!! Please comment down if you want to be tagged in the first chapter !!!

UPDATE: CHAPTER ONE

[therandomcreechur]

have i ever mentioned… that i like comedy gold? (click for better quality holy shit why does tumblr do this)

[jewelofgems]

I have Rewritten the First Episode of Hazbin Hotel but AdamsApple is canon!

The story is up now and I will be updating and doing EVERY episode! Feel free to give feedback cause it lets me know what I need to improve in my writing.

Here it is!

Also these guys wanted me to tag them when I finished so: @cyborg0109 @peace-love-and-french-toast

[bloodinwine]

Come to Me

Together, you reach the edge of the bed where Astarion playfully springs himself on it, landing on his side. The movement nearly pulls his shirt free from his waistband.  A crescent of milky skin flashes at you as his lithe body stretches across the width of the wine-red sheets. He gives you a fang-exposing grin as he props himself, elbow on knee. A pose so fluid, the most esteemed artists of Faerun would kill to paint it. Except he doesn't sit this way for affect, it just comes naturally to him.  The sight—a mirror likeness of when he would wait for you to sneak into his tent.  To spend time.  To touch. To kiss.  The inside of his secret space was a scenery no less idyllic as the one before you now, even without luxury throws or creature comforts.  Your heart races the same way as it did then. 

Astarion feathers his hand over the space in front of him. Red silk gathers like petals beneath his touch in a way that makes you jealous. “Come to me, darling," he says.

[slutforsnow]

U.A. High's Reaper

Word count: 1,504

Warnings: none!

Chapter 1; Mystery

The car ride from the station to U.A. High was long and dreadful as the sun beat down on the windows of the police cruiser. It burned like hell, but she didn't mind it. It made her feel more awake. More alert in the new area just like how her real brother taught her.

'Always stay vigilant, no matter what.' That's what he always said. The peaceful silence that she was enjoying was soon interrupted when her legal guardian, though probably better put as parole officer, chief of police Tsukauchi cleared his throat.

"We're almost there, kid. Are you excited to finally go to U.A. after purposely getting expelled from the other hero academies you were accepted into?" He inquired, glancing towards her as he continued to drive.

"Being excited over something as minimal as going to a hero academy is pointless. I deserve to be in that building and you know that, Tsukauchi," She told him flatly and rolled her eyes, though knowing he couldn't see her commit the action. "Whoever got expelled, however, had good timing, I will admit."

"Ya know, a simple yeah or nod would've been sufficient," The officer commented, parking in front of the gate to the famous U.A. High. The 4 pillars of the high school stood tall, gleaming in the morning sun and almost blinding anyone who looked at the building for too long. This was it. The best hero academy the world had. It couldn't compare to the other hero schools, no matter the country. U.A. produced the Symbol of Peace, All Might himself. Just by All Might's presence alone, Japan's crime rate was down to 6%. It was miraculously low, compared to other countries like the United States of America; their crime rate was 20% and other places were even worse than that, especially the Middle East.

Following Tsukauchi's footsteps, Koton glanced around the entrance of it.

Nicely trimmed trees, very cared for concrete path and archways leading into the building. It almost reminded her of home. Almost. Not quite.

Sakura blossoms flew in the air as he led her to the principal's office, up the endless amount of stairs. As they traveled through the halls, Koton focused on the windows, watching the police cruiser down below until it turned into a teeny tiny spec and disappeared soon after.

"This could've been done faster if I could use my Quirk," She commented snidely, glaring at the older man's back.

"You can't do that, Shimura, you know that. You don't have your provisional license," He began, turning to face her as they got closer to the principal's office.

"But we're standing on U.A. property," She countered before he could finish. "Quirks are allowed to be used on any hero academy campus.”

“If I was your parent, you'd be grounded,” *Tsukauchi muttered with a sigh as he led her into Principal Nezu's office.

“Welcome, welcome Ms. Shimura!! My, it certainly is funny to see you here after getting denied!! I'm your new principal, Nezu!” The small white mouse said cheerfully. Koton raised an eyebrow at him as he waited for a response.

“Are you always cheerful this early in the morning?” She remarked snarkily.

“Oh for God's sake- Shimura, let me do the talking,” Tsukauchi grumbled, taking a hold of the conversation with Principal Nezu. A few minutes went by of hushed speaking before Nezu sent her off, giving her directions to her new class after informing her that her teachers had been informed of her 504 plan.

Koton walked out into the hallway, without bidding Tsukauchi a goodbye, before shutting the door and side-stepping into the shadows, fading into them before appearing in the hall where some of the main classes for first years were. Walking down the hall, looking at the doors, she stopped in front of 1-A. Rotating her left shoulder until she heard the normal crack, she sighed.

“They better not be some weakling. I don't have the time nor energy for this.” The dual-haired 15 year old blew her hair out of the left side of her face, blinking strands out of her eye and then slid the door open and entered it, earning stares from Class A.

“Oh, there you are. Class, this is your new classmate, Koton Shimura. She'll be replacing Mineta,” a disheveled raven-haired man said, facing his students as she stood in front of the board. “Go ahead and explain your Quirk then take your seat behind Midoriya.”

Giving the homeless-looking teacher a curt nod, Koton spoke.

“My Quirk is called Shadow Destroyer. I can manipulate the shadows into anything i want; a scythe or copy of a book for example, travel between shadows, make shadows creatures like shadow cats or raise dead ones,” *She bluntly told them, earning a few stares of shock. Expected. Not everyone in a super human society were big fans of heteromorphs or Quirks that seemed ‘creepy’. Not everyone in this current society had the innocent and childlike thinking of ‘wow!! That's so cool!! Can you show me?’ No. People had to be judgemental. Some of her new classmates seemed intrigued, but also a little scared at the idea of raising a dead animal.

Taking her seat behind Midoriya, she caught a glance of his notebook where he was scribbling down notes about her Quirk with little questions and theories about it. That was what gave her a sliver of hope in this world. The genuine curiosity that so very few had nowadays.

Once Mr. Aizawa left the classroom in the hands of his co-worker, Present Mic, Koton slid on her black headphones to muffle out his voice. He was too loud; it was excruciatingly agonizing to listen to him teach English. What an awful day to have auditory issues. Throughout the mornings classes, Koton kept quiet, taking notes and answering the questions when she was called on occasionally with an eye roll or scoff because she didn't want to answer or speak with these others like she was their equal. She was above them. A lord amongst them… and she'd make that known. No matter how hard she had to work to be seen as that.

When Midnight dismissed the class students for lunch, she reminded them to train extra hard during training for the Sports Festival which perked Koton's interest.

‘The Sports Festival? What in the name of Tartarus is that?’ Koton thought, tilting her head to the side. She grabbed her messenger bag, leaving the classroom and following Midnight until she was close enough to shout her name. “Ms. Midnight-!!”

“Oh? What is it, Shimura? Did you have a question about the homework?” The r-rated hero asked, smiling softly and happy to see her new & disinterested seeming student asking questions. Koton shook her head no.

“No, not the homework. The Sports Festival; what exactly is that?” She asked, confusion and interest lacing her words.

“Ahh, I forgot you were raised… differently. Well, the Sports Festival is a chance for the U.A. students to show off their skills in different battles and such to get internships all across Japan with different pros for about a week. Give you kids a taste of the real world as heroes for a week and come back to use what you learned going forward,” Midnight explained, leaning on the wall facing Koton who took in the information with a slow nod.

“But isn't that… kind of redundant? We're being trained to fight villains and to participate in that will just show villains what we can do and gives them time to exploit our weakness,” the younger pressed, finding the whole idea to be stupid. “Yeah, it's cool and a way to get scouted and recruited by pro heroes, but doesn't that also give villains a leverage because they'll know on a surface level how our Quirks work when we won't know there's? Like with the Hero Killer; he's taken out a lot of pretty good pros. It'd make more sense for the festival to not be broadcasted and instead be recorded and a copy given for every student to take home and review the footage with their families on a CD or something.”

Midnight nodded sadly, understanding her new pupils point of view. “It does, unfortunately, but no one's been willing to do that or at least attempt to change the way it's done. But… I do think that may change when you graduate, Shimura, you've got a good head on your shoulders. Others are excited for the Sports Festival but no one recognizes the dangers. You do,” the pro replied with a proud nod.

Koton smiled internally but nodded and stood up a bit straighter. “Thanks, Ms. Midnight.”

Bidding her a farewell, Koton made her way to the cafeteria to eat and make plans for training. She'd do it alone, of course, as she couldn't risk anyone else seeing her Quirk in action just yet. That could wait. They'd see what she could do after this wretched festival.

[niceminipotato]

So I was exploring as one does in Ao3 and found this fic, Possession is Nine-Tenths (Or so they say) by Mistigris108, and like I’m only in chapter five and like wow I’m here for all of it please and thank you. It’s an older fic as in 2021 so maybe the potatoes have read it. To those of you who haven’t make sure to check the tw please.

… also it is complete! I think lol I’m barely at the beginning. One third down.

[marcyvampire]

⌜all тнe ѕтarѕ ιn тнe ѕĸ𝐲

ι dedιcaтe тo yoυ gυyѕ.⌟ 

Hey mortals and creatures of the night! Welcome to my humble abode where I spill my chaotic thoughts onto this digital canvas. This realm might get a bit tangled, but hey, that's just the way of the night, right?

REMEMBER BUDDY! If you want to make a request to me you must say the name of the character or characters, their fandom, where I can find them and do so cordially. I will decide if I reject it or not. Thank you ♡︎ ☺︎︎

Requests are currently open, so let's dance in the moonlight and conjure up some tales!

★ 𝐈'𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍!!

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: After Addison, Arthur and John didn't go to New York - they just went home, and set up shop in as PIs in Arkham. Now several months later, having completed work for a wealthy client, they find themselves invited to a fancy dinner party with New England's elite occultists. But among the rich and famous diners are two unexpected guests: "Andrew" Larson, Arthur's one time nemesis, and Peter Yang, back from the dead but not quite right. After an awkward dinner, and an introduction to a mysterious supernatural artifact, a corpse is discovered. It's up to Arthur and John to solve the murder and stop the artifact before it unleashes its eldritch magic on them all.

Author: @croik

Author: THIS IS A CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE FANFIC. How cool is that?? I've seen a few of these before but this one is especially fun and I loved going back to chapters I already read after discovering new parts of the overall mystery.

[moonstruck-writing]

Phases of the Moon [Clavis Lelouch x OC ]

Title: Phases of the Moon Pairing: Clavis Lelouch x OC  | Ikemen Prince Rating: Explicit CWs: Hurt/Comfort, established relationship, body insecurities, angst and reassurance, fluff, body worship, OC (self-insert), she/her pronouns, afab, leg worship, breast worship. Summary: Clavis wants to shower his lover’s body with more affection than ever before. Until her insecurities melt and wash away. Word count: 4.1k A/N: this was inspired by a certain selfsert self-love challenge (Learning How to Love Myself 💜) but it turned out to be too spicy for it 🙈 I’m happy with the result though, and I think we could benefit from having some more love for our bodies 💖

She rummaged through her drawers, a few water droplets sliding down her neck.

“I swear they were here before I left to take a bath!” She screamed in frustration, knowing exactly what was going on. Her memory wasn’t playing tricks on her, no. The one playing tricks was someone she knew very well. “Clavis!”

The door to her room opened promptly, and the prince swiftly entered with a wide smile on his face.

“Did you call for me, my dear?” He approached her with elegant steps until the sight of his lover in a bathrobe started testing his gentlemanliness.

“I keep telling you to stop playing with my lock!” She looked angrily at him, and even if he had unlocked it a million times by then, this time, it seemed different. “Where are my petticoats, huh?!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He gave her his characteristic charismatic smile, but she grimaced in return. Oh, he was finding new nuances in her expressions, it had been a lovely idea indeed. “I do know, though, that your nightgowns are still where you left them.”

She narrowed her eyes, feeling her anger bubbling inside. However, there was a bigger feeling than that inside of her, and it urged her to quickly take one of her nightgowns, and a light robe, before she walked to the ensuite bathroom.

“Where are you going? You can change here.” Clavis stopped her as she was going through the threshold. She turned back and squinted at him again. “I promise I won’t look.”

“You are terrible.” She spat the words as she brought the clean clothes closer to her as if to act as a barrier. Somehow, she was starting to feel exposed in that bathrobe, too. “You are lucky I haven’t kicked you out yet.”

“Hahaha! Oh, I am lucky to have such a passionate partner.” Clavis' cheerful voice reverberated inside the room as she closed the bathroom door with a slam.

She got changed quickly, in fear that Clavis would do something else in her absence. He wouldn’t steal any more clothes, would he? When she realised what nightgown she had taken, she felt a numbing sensation spreading through her limbs. Why had that sheer nightgown, one she always buried deep beneath all her other clothes, been there, ready for her to pick it up?

She looked in the mirror, observing her small beasts and the darker skin of her nipples. It was all so visible, it was almost like she wasn’t wearing anything. The fabric was thin and almost transparent, only a light purple colour adorning her skin. It was nothing like the petticoats she usually wore, whose fabric was sturdy and opaque; or like the padded nightgowns she sometimes wore. She sighed as she tied the belt of the night robe, trying to secure the area of the cleavage. At least the robe did a good job of concealing her shape.

She turned around, looking at her reflection. The clothes were light and short, ending mid-thigh, revealing her legs. She was sure that whatever Clavis had been planning by stealing her petticoats, would be forgotten as soon as he saw her legs.

When she left the bathroom, Clavis was standing next to the window with the lights off.

“What are you doing?” She approached him slowly, but he didn’t turn around.

“Admiring how beautiful the moon is tonight.” The pale light coming from outside gave Clavis’ face an eerie look.

“Is it a full moon?” She peeked through the open curtains, curious about why he seemed so fascinated tonight.

“No. But the moon is beautiful in all her shapes, don’t you think?” He turned to look at her and brought a gloved hand to her hair, putting some strands behind her ear.

The gesture was natural, easy and gentle, and she felt the tension melt away from her shoulders. She pressed a hand to his chest, grabbing the lapels of his jacket. His arms surrounded her waist, bringing her flush against his body, and she took pleasure in the sensation of his lean and strong frame pressing against her.

His smile was smaller now, but the sparkle in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine. He was looking at her with a mix of mischief, adoration and pride. Or perhaps it was cocky confidence. What she didn’t see, however, was the look on her own face. Her lips parted in anticipation and her unblinking eyes told him she remembered all those other nights, and she wanted more of that.

He also wanted more, but a bit different.

The kiss was slow, just a few chaste pecks to begin with, and then their mouths opened and closed around each other, tasting, caressing, playing. Clavis brought his hands to her hips and lightly pressed her back, guiding her to the bed. She got on first, her clothes riding up her thighs. Clavis took off his shoes, soon joining her and hovering over her frame.

He kissed her neck as a gloved hand trailed up her thigh, to which she opened her legs a bit more. He accommodated between them, but suddenly hugged her back and pulled her up, to make her straddle him.

She surrounded his neck with her arms and kissed him, teasing him with little licks and bites around his lips. Until she felt something tugging at her waist.

“What the…” She pulled away, looking down to see Clavis trying to undo the knot on her belt. She took his hands and guided them to her bare legs, squeezing through his hands. But as soon as she let go to wrap her arms around him, she felt the pressure leave her thighs. “Clavis.” She stopped his hands on her belt once more.

“What?” His voice was a mere whisper, short enough to prevent her from hearing any specific meaning in that word.

“You don’t need to undo my gown to touch my legs.” She spoke in haste, her heartbeat pulsing in her ears.

“I know.” The calmness in his tone only fuelled her anxiety.

“Then, what are you doing?” There was a harshness in the edge of that question, making her voice sound fuller and more confident than she felt.

“What does it look like to you?” He offered her a cheeky smile and travelled his eyes from hers to her cleavage, and back up again.

“No.” The word fell from her lips, frail and breathless. She wasn’t sure if the already forming knot inside her throat had allowed it to be heard. But when Clavis echoed her answer with a questioning “No?”, something emerged from the pit of her stomach, like a self-protective instinct. “No,” she said once more, but she felt as if she was hearing someone else saying it.

He kissed down her neck until he nuzzled his nose against her breast, and the contact made her come back to her body, and she pushed him away at once.

“Clavis I don’t want this.” She moved away from him, getting off his lap. She looked down, her hair casting shadows on her face. He was regretting now his choice to turn the lights off. He couldn’t make out what expression she had on. “Do you… not like my legs anymore?”

It wasn’t the question, but the way she had asked. Her voice had been a strangled whisper, and anyone would know she had tears in her eyes.

“I do!” He reached for her instinctively, but the way she flinched before he could touch her, made him freeze. “Of course I do, I love your legs.”

She nodded, her face still cast down. She tried to control the frenetic rhythm of her heart, but she was too focused on clenching her jaw and lips to prevent any trembling.

“Bunny, I…” He softly placed a clothed hand on her ankle, but the strangled sob that broke from her throat prevented him from saying anything else.

“Can you leave?”

He exhaled, trying to find the words that would help her, calm her, show her whatever she thought was not how he felt about her.

“Please, leave me alone.”

The rejection felt brutal. Clavis didn’t know where her pain ended and where started his. All he knew was this was probably the worst plan he had ever had.

When she heard the door close, she finally moved enough to get under the sheets.

She felt so tiny and so worthless. Like a defective doll that would never satisfy the desire of anyone. Like she’d never even ignite anything.

She then heard a metallic sound and sat up to see nothing but still shadows. Clavis had probably locked her door from the outside. Her face scrunched in a tearless grimace.

She knew he loved her. She knew. He treated her well — when he wasn’t trying to make her hate him — and he respected her. He had stopped. He had left. It was all things she had asked him to do. But somehow, she couldn’t believe his words.

She liked her legs, but only in comparison to other parts of her body. She knew they didn’t measure against the smooth and perfect legs of other women. He liked her legs, but would he like the legs of another woman more than hers? Did he go crazy when he saw her naked legs, or was it just the thing he had to settle for?

She felt a lonely tear rolling down her temple, dampening her hair and the shell of her ear.

The hate she had for her body wasn’t loud. It was a quiet whisper that she could ignore most of the time, but that voice never left. When the world around her was silent enough, she’d realise how bad that voice truly was.

She had been trying to make up for her insecurities with pretence. She had been relieved when she learnt that Clavis was more of a thigh guy. But that didn’t mean she felt confident or good enough in her body. Yes, she had been able to distract him from her chest until that night. But she’d never be able to distract herself from the dull pain she carried deep inside.

Clavis sat down on the sofa of the parlour room he had made his own. He couldn’t remember if she had ever been that upset before. He couldn’t believe out of all his traps, this was the one that had backfired the most. It had been so simple, yet it had miserably failed.

But he would not give up.

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She squirmed on the bed, trying to get away with no success.

“Where do you think you’re going, bunny?” He grabbed her thighs tighter, pulling her slightly down the mattress. “I’m not done yet.” Clavis dragged a gloved finger up and down her thigh softly, eliciting a shiver from her.

He had been lavishing her legs in affection, planting chaste kisses wherever he saw fit—which was everywhere—and she was beginning to feel overwhelmed. It wasn’t unusual for him to pepper her legs with kisses and love bites, but typically it only lasted for a little while. This time, she was starting to believe that it was going to be the foreplay, and the main course and the dessert, too.

“I told you, didn’t I?” Clavis emerged from between her legs, looking up at her face. “How much I love your legs.” He dived down to her skin and dragged his teeth along her inner thighs. She wriggled a little, making one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. He chuckled with delight, and before she could catch her breath, he growled against her skin. He opened his mouth wide and bit down, licking the patch of skin he had enclosed.

And then he heard the sob.

Clavis immediately let go, getting up from his position to get a look at her face.

“Did I hurt you?” He looked down at her skin, scared to find blood. Had he let himself go too much? But her skin looked fine… Clavis looked at her face again, but her hands covered it completely. “Bunny, I am so sorry, what did I do? I didn’t know you weren’t enjoying it, I…” He trailed off, panicking.

“It’s not that.” Her voice was muffled by her hands, but it managed to calm his fears. He crawled on the bed, moving to sit down next to her prostrated form. He could see her chest moving up and down, even if no sounds were coming from her.

“Can I touch you?” He asked, hurting. He didn’t need to see her tear-stained face to feel the pain in his bones. “Please, you can say no. But if you’re okay with it, give me a sign?”

A new sob, louder this time, broke from her chest as he saw her nod.

His hands made their way between her body and the bed, and he slowly sat her up, bringing her into a tight hug. He rubbed gentle circles on her back, and even if her crying got more intense at first, she calmed down after a few minutes.

She finally pulled her hands down and looked him in the face, sniffling. He kissed her forehead and wet cheeks, massaging the back of her neck with deft fingers.

“I’m sorry,” she said. He frowned but didn’t dare interrupt. “I think I…” She looked away, her nostrils flaring up. “Hate my body.”

The words were a punch to his stomach. He had his suspicions, but hearing her speaking the words was a different thing.

“I thought I only hated my chest, but I don’t think there’s anything I’m truly proud of.”

Clavis looked away from her eyes, swallowing hard. He had noticed, how she always managed to drive him away from her breasts. He had thought, however, that she had been simply shy. He saw now, how insensitive his plan had been. How it had driven her into a corner.

“I am sorry. About yesterday.” He looked at her, speaking the words quietly. She only pressed down her lips into a small smile, but it didn’t satisfy him at all. “I can listen, if you want to talk.” The words tasted unsure in his mouth, but it was the only thing he could manage for now. What hid in his heart was a silent plea: please teach me how not to hurt you.

“I mean, there’s not much to say. It’s unavoidable.” She pointed to her chest area with her hands. “It’s always been pretty apparent, how small and undesirable they are.”

“Uh, no.” Clavis grabbed one of her hands and pressed it down to her lips. “I won’t be hearing lies.” The frown that had creased his face relaxed now into a gentle gaze directed at her. “They are small, that is a fact, just how your hair is brown and wavy, or there is a mole right here under your lip.” He guided her own finger towards it and she couldn’t help but look at Clavis’ mole in turn. “But if you ask me, dear, it is pretty apparent how delicious they are, just like the rest of you.”

She could understand that people were made differently. Brown hair was no worse or better than blond hair, and so with any other choices that genetics had made to build her body. However, there was an insistent outside voice that kept screaming inside of her.

“But if they were bigger…” She started saying, unsure of how she was going to end the question, and whether she wanted to hear an answer at all.

“Then it wouldn’t be you. It wouldn’t be the most precious, most exciting woman that ever graced planet E—”

“But I feel lesser,” she interrupted. The compliments felt  inflated, like she’d never be able to recognise herself in them. She knew they were true in Clavis’ eyes, but that didn’t make it any easier to accept them. Not when the story the world had been telling about her was different. “I don’t feel feminine, or like how a woman is supposed to be.” She pushed through the knot forming on her throat. “I mean, can you even call this having boobs? They aren’t even enough to—”

“You are,” he interrupted, the hand that had been resting at her waist, now caressing her cheek and making her look at him. “The most attractive, fascinating, absolutely charming woman I have ever had the pleasure to entertain, and the only one I’ll ever call mine.” He brought her hand to his lips, kissing her skin like a gentleman. “And I swear, these…” He motioned to her chest. “Drive me wild every single day. You have no idea how much they fill my mind with the craziest fantasies, along with the memories of the rest of your body. But do you know what? It is you, your soul, your spirit, that fills my heart with the most intense mix of pleasure.”

His honest and insistent words were starting to dig a hole in the walls the lies had built around her. He gently caressed her knuckles, and she exhaled, her shoulders relaxing down.

“And I can assure you, if ever comes the day when I have the pleasure to see you completely naked, that it will be better than anything I have imagined, and let me tell you, I have a marvellous imagination.” The big smile on his face made her roll her eyes, but a small chuckle broke from her.

“And if you decide you don’t want to share that part of your body with me,” he continued, this time his face serious. “It will make me incredibly sad, but I promise, it won’t change anything.” He searched her eyes, trying to find proof that she was not only listening but that her heart was properly understanding his words, too. “I’ll love you the same, because with you, I have no regrets.” He smiled again, a soft, barely visible smile this time. It was a smile that melted her heart towards his. “I don’t want anything that isn’t you.” He gave her nose a playful and soft tap with his finger, and there was something in her eyes that told him maybe this time, his plan was working.

She lurched forward, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. He held her tightly in his arms, and their breathing naturally relaxed and adjusted to match. Inhaling and exhaling at the same time, Clavis was sure their hearts were also beating in unison.

“Did the growling… scare you?” He suddenly asked, reviewing all the occurrences of the day. “Did anything I did today, or any other day, ever, disgust you?”

“The growling was unexpected.” She laughed shortly, but Clavis had never been so grateful to hear it and feel it against his body. “I kind of… really liked it.” Her face flushed and she pressed harder against his shoulder. “It was cathartic.”

“How so?” He hummed, securing his arms around her waist. She traced some idle forms on his chest while thinking. Then, she pulled away slightly, enough to be able to look him in the eye, but close enough to stay in his embrace.

“I think it was…hearing how much you were enjoying it, that made me feel your desire, past all the shameful thoughts inside my head. And then the tears just gushed out.” Her embarrassment made her gaze fidgety.

He pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips. When he pulled away, his eyes sparkled.

“I will override every thought, every lie, every look, every opinion. I will love you so much, with such ferocity, you won’t be able to doubt your beauty anymore. You, me, and our love will be the only thing that matters.” He announced, in the same manner in which he announced his ridiculous pranks and plans that ended up coming to life exactly as he described them. She found herself believing him, not just wanting to. Maybe that was Clavis’ magic, she thought.

But like he had taught her before, the best plans are the ones that start right away.

“Do you think… you could growl some more if you see me in that purple nightgown?” She timidly asked, looking away.

“Just the nightgown?” He whispered in a conspiratorial fashion.

“Just the nightgown. No robe on top.” She smiled nervously, feeling the itch of regret already crawling through her nape.

“Haha! Of course I can, I like a woman not afraid to ask for what she needs.” He winked, and she felt like he had said those same words to her before.

The big smile he offered her was brief, before he jumped forward to kiss her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, her lips, her chin, and all of her face. She laughed, being reminded of a puppy wagging its tail.

When he let go, she got up to her wardrobe and picked up the same nightgown as the day before, but this time on purpose. No robe.

“You can get changed here. I promise I won’t look until you tell me to.” He said while standing up from the bed.

In any other circumstance, she wouldn’t have believed his words. But she could tell how serious he was about protecting her feelings. She rushed back to his side and gave him a quick hug.

“Okay, then turn around.” She pulled away and waited for him to turn around and cover his eyes with his hands. After turning around herself, she took off her clothes. Then, she slid the delicate nightgown on and took a few breaths while looking down at her chest. “You can look now.” She said before she had time to regret it.

She heard a rustling sound, meaning Clavis had turned around, and some piece of fabric falling to the ground, but she didn’t find it in her to turn around and face him. She was still afraid of the face he could make. But before she could entertain any bad fantasies in her head, Clavis pressed against her back and enclosed her in his arms.

They stayed like that for a while, him breathing into her neck, creating goosebumps on her skin.

“Is this okay?” He slowly inched his bare hands from her waist up to her ribcage. She nodded against him, and his fingertips gently caressed the swell of her breasts, until his skin brushed against her nipples through the nightgown. He moaned into his shoulder as an electric jolt ran through her. She grabbed onto his shoulder and his arm, trying to ground herself, and he drove his hips into her. The twitching stiffness that was forming in his pants melted some of the fear that had been oppressing her throat.

“You’re so beautiful and sexy,” Clavis panted into her ear as he twirled his fingers around her soft buds. He kissed her neck, licking her skin as he massaged her chest. “Can I…” He was interrupted by her pressing her ass against his hardness, and a grunt tore from his throat. He flicked her now tightening nipples and he heard her gasp. “I’m enjoying this too much,” he started, rubbing the tent inside his trousers against her. “But will you turn around for me?”

When she twirled inside his arms, the look on his face made her knees weak. He stared at her with half-lidded eyes and parted lips, and she wasn’t sure if his lips were glistening because of the wet kisses he had been giving her neck, or because he was drooling.

The moment he lowered his eyes to her breasts, his mouth slackened and something halfway between a shaky exhale and a growl left his lips. Her heart fluttered, raw and vulnerable. When he looked at her eyes again, his nostrils flared and she felt his chest heaving.

“I love you,” he managed to say with the last remnants of rationale that the rush of blood through his body was allowing him. “And I’m so sorry you felt like you had to hide this treasure from me.” He twirled his thumbs over her mounds. “Because that’s what they are. A fucking treasure. And it will be my delight to devour them.” He leaned down and growled as he licked a stripe down her sternum.

Then, he picked her up and carried her to the bed, where only the sheets were witness to the first night of many that would slowly but surely undo her fears, salve her insecurities, heal the wounds in her subconscious and fill her with a love so pure and raw that it overflew everything she could’ve ever dreamed of.

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A/N: *me before writing the fic*: oh well this is just a tiny insecurity that I have almost overcome! This will be fun!

*me writing the fic*: fuck. It’s worse than I thought. I’m not crying, you’re crying :C

Also I literally wrote this fic in two (2) days ?! And then spent like a month re-reading it lol I hope you like it and enjoy it as much as I do <3

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[midnightanxietytm]

Fate calls

a/n: I'm trying to organize my Lamb's lore in one cohesive fic (or at least a one-shot collection that follows a cohesive order)

Summary:

"Many things feel so distant yet so close now, many memories go dormant and resurface as they call for them, the experience of thousands of lives at their disposal; so much affection, so much grief, yet it all feels so normal now."

or

The Lamb ascends to godhood, as it was always meant to be.

Read on ao3

[witchywcmans]

peter parker & sloane bernstein. 🕸

except on midnights like this . . .

JAWBREAKER ━━ an older!peter parker au. READ HERE: ao3 | wattpad

[jupiterpiss]

Father!

Father Paul Hill x Fem!OC

Author’s note— This is just an intro to a series I’m coooking up. This does take place some time in the late 1970’s early 80’s.. so keep in mind. Mildred Gunning doesn’t exist sorry folks :(( I got no description cause idk what to say.. anyway enjoy!

Warnings— Mention of pregnancy, vomiting, got some people to proof read but there could be some mistakes (I made this at 1 am), oh and descriptions of a hot priest

She feels like vomiting.

Her stomach churns and twists violently, like the waves that crash not too far from her, the sound tuning into a distant static noise she desperately tries to comfort herself with. Her girls aren’t too far away, running about as high-pitched giggles leave their lips, cheeks rosy and eyes bright as the morning sun as they play.

She’s unsure of what they’re playing, ‘tag’ she supposes, but she can’t pay much mind to it as another wave of nausea rolls through her. Her hands squeeze down harshly onto her thighs, framed bent over as she prepares herself for her breakfast to leave her. Though, it seems quite stubborn.

“Madeline,” she starts, blowing a huffed breath as she tries to compose herself, “Honey,” she tries again, though her calls to her daughter fall upon deaf ears.

Kids, kills them to listen to any sort of authority figure.

She attempts a deep breath but fails, instead gagging and coughing, “Jesus, Maddie-” she tries once more, but doesn’t get to finish her speech. Luckily enough, she gets a loud “yeah?” from her eldest daughter, her small hands pushing back any free strands of hair over her small face.

“Honey, oh je- okay,” she decides trying is useless, and instead remains helpless. She’s sure she’s a sight to behold for all those attending mass this morning, her gagging like a cat with her two little girls running around paying her little mind as they fight each other with sticks. Better then them running around naked and her crying, she supposes. Something her poor mother went through when she was little. Fourth of July wans’t the best time in her household that year.

“Hey? You okay?” A voice calls out, a sweet one. Feminine. She reconzies it as one of her fellow neighbors. Reconzises a flash of black hair and light skin, can guess the rest of the woman’s features that she has engraved into her brain after years of living just two doors down.

She only nods, “Yeah, fine, uh, just gonna’ vomit is all,” she explains, desperate to land a horrible joke that only crashes and burns. Worth the try she supposes.

The neighbors nods slowly, unsure, “okay.. You sure?”

She nods again, “morning sickness, usual pregenat lady stuff, it’s fine.”

They nod, seeming to understand. It wasn’t unusual after all, early trimester meant a one way ticket to the toilet for a few weeks. With that they slowly walk away, going up the steps of mass as they watch her with concern etched in their soft features.

The sun is beaming done on her, seemingly sucking up small amounts of help the breeze brings as she desperately tries to ease the clench of her stomach. She wishes the sun away, hopes a cloud goes over it because what the hell sun? Don’t you see i’m dying here?! It seems the sun, or God, had heard her mindless calls because suddenly the sun is gone, vanished out of air.

She looks to the shadow casted across the grass just above her, expecting to see just dim light but instead sees a figure, a tall one at that. She pays no mind to it, instead giving a small head shake, “it’s okay, I’m okay, just a small dizzy spell,” she explains.

“If being hunched over the grass is ‘okay’, I’m scared to see what is ‘great’”, a low voice jokes, timber and soft. She only laughs, brows rising momentarily before dropping again. She slowly tries to move around, going to face him as she attempts to stand to her full height.

“I’m fine,” she says slowly, trying to reassure the collared man before her (though it’s weak), “It’s okay, just a little morning sickness is all.”

He hums at that. “Seems it.”

“No one ever quite prepares you for the amount of times you’ll be tasting your eggs and bacon when pregnant,” she attempts at another joke, “good to go back for secon-” she cuts herself off as another rush of nausea rolls through her.

“I’m sorry,” she slowly doubles down, setting her hands back on her knees, “ I’m sure mass is about to start, you should go-”

“No, no it’s okay, mass can wait. Much more important matters at play here” he bends down with her, crouching as he hands her a cup of water. A part of her takes note that if he already have a glass of water in hand, he had taken notice of her state much earlier, but she casts the thought aside.

She gulps some down, hoping the liquid would push down her rising early meal, “Thank you.”

He gives a curt nod in return, “‘Do not withhold good from those to whom it is due, when it is your power to act.’ Proverbs 3:27. It’s best to make sure you keep hydrated, especially with child.”

“Ah, just a cup of water, but thank you, Father,” she gives a soft smile, slowly trying to straighten out her back from her hunched state

“Think you’ll be okay?” He tilts his head, big brown doe eyes looking up at her in concern, a small frown tugging at his lips. Her brow twitches.

“Mhm,”

He keeps her gaze before slowly going back up to his full height, towering over her like a massive tree, and giving her one last look before looking over to her two little girls. They’ve stopped playing tag now, too focused on ripping grass out of the ground.

“Madeline, Kateylin, go inside please,” he calls out softly, pulling the girl’s attention towards him. They don’t protest nor think twice about listening to the priest, taught to never question a man with such authority before they’re running towards the mass.

He looks over to the pregnant woman again, eyes soft as he holds out a hand, willing her to grab it. She does, giving him an appreciative smile before he brings her along to mass as well, going up the steps slowly as a means to not stir her motion sickness too much.

“You act as if I’m about to burst,” she teases.

“Looked as if you were back there,” he pokes back, canines poking out as he smiles at her and his smile only seems to widen when she gives a soft chuckle.

He leads her to her usual seat in the small church, the same appreciative smile on her soft lips as she looks up at him and takes her seat beside her daughters, with her usual soft expression. The one reserved for him, the same one she held for her husband at one point long ago. That has long passed however, the look is now only for him.

He steps away, going to the front. It’s there he takes a moment to look at everyone in the church, take in the sight of it. For everyone there God has brought in for him to care after, to care for and guide. He looks at the watchful eyes of those who seek the Lord in his own, faces filled with hope and eyes bright.

He looks over to the pregnant woman one more time and it’s then that sun seems to sweep through the windows just perfectly. She’s glowing, he’s sure of it. Whether it’s the sun, the pure love that emits from her or from the child that grows within her, she’s glowing nonetheless. He’s sure that a hallo is around her head, and can almost trace it out with his eyes. A pure angel.

An angel inside the church he helped build, in the town he was helping flourish. The same angel growing his child, that fostered two little girls that surely weren’t his but he was certain to grow into angels just as their mother.

He calms himself then, feels himself too focused on the matter of what’s to come rather than what’s here now.

He takes a deep breath, then begins mass.

[dunbonnets]

Klaus: You cannot avoid me for long! You are just an ordinary human... but I am Klaus Mikaelson! The Original Hybrid!

Evelyn: Well, then here's an interesting lesson for you... never underestimate an ordinary human!

[midnightcreator12]

A Conon Fact about Chula. When she gets really pissed off or is pulling out intimidation tactics, she smiles. Her full smile is uncanny valley levels of creepy because her mixed heritage makes her mouth larger and shes got huge teeth.

Now its canon that Raven does the same thing. And idk if the fact shes a human makes her going from angry to joker smile more or less intimidating.

But I'm having a weirdly good art day so have this sketch I made between the main thing I'm currently working on