#best fic of the year hands down in prayer

[aohisworld]

SAY A LITTLE PRAYER FOR YOU. | THE SERIES!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ when things are a little too tame in Aohi’s world, she conspires to dote on her seven boyfriends. (A series!)

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ poly!ot7 x addedmember!oc , contains. cringe writing, fluff, like CAVITY SWEET fluff, some parts (excluding ri-ki) might be a LITTLE suggestive , keep in mind that this series takes place in the present, which puts Aohi at 20 years of age!

| : ̗̀➛ MINTIE’s NOTES: sorry about the no updates to either big fics guys TT school’s ending and I have to pass the diplomas before I actually get to graduate (grad ceremony was literally for show) so have this silly little series that I plan to do!

| : ̗̀➛ WARNING! How I write ENHYPEN is not meant to portray the idols irl, this is my au and I write this for fun.

✧. ┊ “Noo-noo-ah!” Aohi softly called, her arms opening for the boy who was approaching her bed with a pep in his step. “Tokki-yah!” Sunoo replied back, gently kissing her nose as the two smiled and giggles.

“What’s up, oppa?” Aohi asked, gently rubbing her hand up and down on his back. Usually, Sunoo loved to come into Aohi’s room and lay on top of her, the boys actually shared that habit together, coming in her separate room to bother her whenever they wanted.

“Nothing, what’re you doing?..” Sunoo’s muffled voice from him tucking his head into Aohi’s neck spoke, peeking from whatever line of sight he could achieve from the intimate cuddle.

“I’m just watching whatever, you want to watch with me?” She asks, looking down slightly to try and establish eye contact with the puffy-cheeked fox.

“No, just came to check in on you.” Sunoo hummed, he sits up from his spot and grabs hold of Aohi’s own cheeks, dipping down for a sloppy kiss as her muffled giggles started to resonate within the room.

“Owp-pwa!” A muffled attempt was heard, Sunoo tried his best not to laugh, pulling away with a dramatic ‘smooch!’ Sound coming from his own lips.

Aohi’s laughs became clearer as Sunoo pulled away, and he could feel a gentle tug at his heart the way Aohi’s big smile appears in his line of sight.

“Come out for dinner soon, Jay-hyung said you haven’t eaten lunch yet.” Sunoo reminds her, getting off Aohi’s bed and walking to the door. He turns to look at Aohi one more time, making sure he’s heard.

“Eung! I’ll come soon, oppa!” Aohi spoke, turning in her bed as she wiped her cheek of any saliva that didn’t dry out.

Not that it didn’t disgust her that the boys leave sloppy kisses but, Aohi just thinks that’s how intimacy goes, kind of like how cats rub up on anything and everything to mark their territory.

Actually, Aohi has no idea why she’s comparing those two things with each other.

She continued to watch her YouTube videos a little longer, having a deep interest in hour-long documentaries that spoke about anything of the horror genre.

Aohi wasn’t a big fan of horror though, but there’s something funny about having an excuse to sleep in one of boys’ rooms, and usually Jay or Heeseung can’t bother to say no to her.

“Aohi-yah! Dinner’s ready!” Sunghoon’s voice called for her, and she sighs knowing she actually has to go this time. “Coming!” Aohi sits up from her bed and places her feet into bat slippers gifted to her by Jake.

Aohi wiggles her feet for a little bit, smiling at the fluffy feeling on her feet. She leaves her room with a hop in her step, walking into the open-plan kitchen with a sleepy smile.

“What’s for dinner, oppa?” Aohi looked over Jay’s shoulder, looking into the pot of kimchi-jjigae he made. “I felt a little lazy today, I hope you don’t mind, batsy.” Jay turned to her, and he kissed Aohi’s temple.

“Eung~” Aohi hummed understandingly, before walking off to go sit with her other boyfriends. “Hi baby, did you have a good nap earlier?” Heeseung pulled his gaze away from his phone, looking up at Aohi with his gentle Bambi gaze.

“Mhm! Speaking of which, can I sleep with one of you guys tonight?” She sat in her seat, and her legs made quick work of sitting criss cross on the seat.

“I don’t get why you do that, it’s so weird.” Sunoo mumbled jokingly beside her, obviously mentioning her instinct to sit weirdly on her chair.

“It’s a habit! Don’t you know my cousins in the Philippines do it all the time!” Aohi scrunched her nose back at Sunoo, who couldn’t help but smile at her adorable expression.

“You can sleep with me, bunny.” Sunghoon offered, placing his hand on her head affectionately, Aohi happily cherishing his attention.

“Like hell! You’ve been snuggling with her more than enough! She’s with me tonight!” Ri-ki huffed, pulling Aohi to his side.

Aohi felt her heart warm a little that her boys were so wanting to spend time with her, even if it’s just for the night. “Why don’t you guys let her decide? She’s the one who wants to sleep somewhere else for the night.” Jungwon hummed, his gaze on his phone.

“Wonnie, do you want to, tonight?” Aohi asked, looking towards him, in which he glanced up in response, and she could easily tell the way his eyes lit up that there was no way he was denying her offer.

“Yeah!” The other boys at the table groaned and complained, and Jungwon could only smile smugly. Soon enough the boys stopped messing around, Aohi sensing Jay’s presence with the smell of kimchi-jjigae filling her nostrils.

“Wah! It smells delicious, oppa.” Aohi’s eyes sparkled at the sight of Jay’s cooking, channeling her inner foodie as she was getting ready to dig in.

“Did I make you wait too long, batsy?” — “no, but the other people at the table waited too long.”

Sunoo answered smartly, looking up at Jay with a look that pulled a sheepish grin from the cook. Sunoo sat up on his seat as Jay placed the pot onto the coaster, the steam letting out a spicy aroma in the room.

“I’m going to eat well..” Aohi made a gesture before picking up her chopsticks, waiting for Heeseung to get his first bite, and then Jay.. and then Jake, and you get the rest.

Aohi took her bite soon after everyone else had, smiling as she ate, loving the domesticity of dinner tonight. She really felt like doting on her boyfriends for being so doting on her as well.

Like, maybe she should return the kindness! She looked around her for a little bit more before continuing to eat her meal silently, but happily. Aohi had a plan…

It was operation: dote on the en- boys!

OBJECTIVE #1: YANG JUNGWON!

"what're you doing here, little bunny? Not up to some trouble, I hope."

mission in progress! [possible completion: June 19th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊Jungwon has been a lot busier promoting their new album, memorabilia. Aohi can't remember the last time she's got the time to even look at her boyfriend! Not that the whole group wasn't promoting or anything... but she really misses one of her two feline boyfriends!

This calls for a little Aohi TLC, which is exactly what she's planning to do during a surprise visit before an interview!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ yang jungwon x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a tiny bit of suggestive themes (honestly it's just kissing).

OBJECTIVE #2: LEE HEESEUNG!

"I'm just playing for another hour! You can wait, right, batsy?"

mission in progress! [possible completion: June 29th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ It's been a little too quiet at the apartment for Aohi's liking, understandably the boys might be recharging from doing so many promotions, but Aohi's just a girl! She needs her daily attention like her naps, and she's going to get them!

Her next victim? Lee Heeseung, Aohi knows nobody can tear the boy away from his beloved game, League of Legends. Aohi thinks she should still try though! No harm in trying!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ lee heeseung x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a tiny bit of suggestive themes, a lot of gaming vocabulary.

OBJECTIVE #3: PARK JJONGSEONG!

“You know you're the only one I'm willing to spoil, right?”

mission in progress! [possible completion: July 9th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ Aohi's taken a small break on doting on her boyfriends, her current schedule was taking her out and Jay seems to be able to tell, so.. instead of Aohi carrying out her doting missions, Jay beats her to it by taking her out for a little spoiling.

Don't fear though, it's not a mission if Aohi doesn't dote on him back! Luckily, she knows just the thing that'll do the trick!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ park jjonseong (jay) x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a lot of spoiling, erm... idk my draft doesn't really have anything to make note of LOL.

OBJECTIVE #4: SIM JAEYUN!

"I wouldn't let anyone else take care of Layla, batsy.. you're her mama, and I sure as hell won't let you go!"

mission in progress! [possible completion: July 19th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ There's nothing better than a boyfriend and his cute as heck dog, named Layla! Ever since Aohi started to date Jake, she's been referred as Layla's mama, and the dog seems to agree, and what kind of mom would she be if she didn't spoil Layla and her dad?

A little hike on her's and Jake's favourite trail to relax and get some exercise in, while Layla gets to spend the whole day with her parents!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ sim jaeyun (jake) x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a lot of cringe name calling?? Idk I drafted a really dorky Jake.. Layla blocking Jake from Aohi LOL.

OBJECTIVE #5: PARK SUNGHOON!

"You sure do slip a lot.. is it because you're you falling for me, batsy? Ow! It was a joke, babe!"

mission in progress! [possible completion: July 29th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ The summer heat was too much for the en- group to handle! With the other boys and Xiulin going out for cold treats, Aohi and Sunghoon opt for the ice skating rink. Aohi uses this to her advantage by using this time alone with her boyfriend to dote on him!

Only... how can she dote on him when he keeps cracking the most lamest jokes?! Aohi thinks she's going to break from one more dad joke!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ park sunghoon x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, lame dad jokes, as in, googled dad jokes, a little bit of suggestive themes at the end. skating vocabulary.

OBJECTIVE #6: KIM SUNOO!

"You always dote on me, tokki.. please let me return the favour, pretty girl."

mission in progress! [possible completion: August 9th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ Kim Sunoo, Aohi's favourite to dote on. Well, he knows that for sure, considering he manages to catches Aohi before she could even plan on a way to dote on him! Sunoo wants to give back all of the love she's given him, knowing that she must be tired on loving seven, such rowdy boys.

Sunoo plans his own little mission when he and Aohi are chosen as ambassadors for Vivienne Westwood, and brought to Milan for a photoshoot.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ kim sunoo x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, modelling mentions, sunoo is not an actual ambassador for viv westwood!! A little bit of suggestive themes.

OBJECTIVE #7: NISHIMURA RI-KI!

"Did you plan this whole trip back home just to spend time with me? Aren't you adorable, batsy."

mission in progress! [possible completion: August 19th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ Aohi was feeling a little homesick, and what's a better way to spend a little home vacation if not with her boyfriend, who probably misses Japan as much as she does? Aohi makes the smartest idea to dote on Ri-ki during their trip, equipped with her credit card and an extra piece of luggage for any souvenirs to take home.

Ri-ki acts oblivious to her plans though, after living with Aohi for so long, he's made the conclusion that an excited Aohi cannot keep anything to herself for the life of her. Therefore, Ri-ki has plans to reverse the roles on Aohi, doting on her instead.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ nishimura ri-ki x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a little travel trip to Japan, tiny bit self-indulgent because they're going through my travel plans LMAO.

[mishervellous]

(@thisdivorce ily i’m gonna keep making memes until you block me)

go read Change Like Shifting Shadows i’m not asking 🔪 🙏🏻 (insp.)

[babydollmarauders]

PHASES — LUKE HUGHES

luke hughes x fem!reader

summary: in which luke is pining for the girl he knows he’s destined to be with

notes: 4.3k words. this is a new style of writing for me and i truthfully don’t know about it but it felt right for this fic.

Luke Hughes knows a lot of things.

he knows hockey. he knows history. and he knows that in this moment, drunk on cheap beer and lip locked with the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, she and he are destined to be together.

but life and love are never simple. drunken hookups between best friends don’t just automatically make them a couple. and no matter how badly he wants to scream that she should be with him, he knows he has to wait it out; give her time to come to the same realization that he did two years ago.

her back digs into the armrest of the battered couch, her legs draped across Luke’s own as his fingertips grip her upper thigh. their faces are drawn together, her hands tangled beautifully in his curls, pulling him closer toward her vodka soaked lips.

“Lukey,” his name rolls off her tongue like a whispered prayer, causing a singular beat to skip in his heart.

“what do you need, doll?”

“you.”

and her singular word is the driving force that brings Luke to his feet, her hand laced with his as he leads her to his bedroom. the people in his apartment cast away from his mind, only one person occupying that space.

her.

surely, Jack can handle the party that he threw, no one would miss Luke.

and that thought is what leads them to his room, their bodies pressed together in mere minutes. the next few hours spent tangled between cotton sheets. his feverish touch making her body shake, and her soft sounds causing an intense sensation of need within him.

hot breath mingles, their lips rarely straying from each others. sweat coated skin sticking together as they christen his bed for the umpteenth time. neither mind clear, they find solace and pleasure with her legs wrapped around his waist and his sloppy thrusts bringing them to the highest points.

and when they call it a night, Luke’s hand slamming the car door shut after she falls into the backseat of an uber, he falls back into the same spot he started the night.

waiting for fate to bring her home to him for the final time.

***

the restaurant feels suffocating, her dress itchy, causing her to wiggle uncomfortably in her chair.

her date doesn’t even seem to notice, rambling on once more about how cool it is that she works for the New Jersey Devils.

“i mean, you must get to be around the players all the time, right? how did you even get that job?” what was this one’s name? Carter? Carson? it started with a C, right?

“i went to University of Michigan. graduated a year early with a degree in sport management, and after working with the hockey team there, i was able to secure a spot working for the Devils.” she smiles, a weak timid thing that barely even reaches her cheeks, “but yeah, i do spend a lot of time around the players. kinda my job to get content of them, ya know?”

maybe-Carter chuckles, nodding his head, “so are you like, friends with any of them?”

‘oh, here we go’ she thinks.

“i went to school with Luke Hughes, he’s kind of my best friend.” it was an instinct really, an involuntary reaction; for a smile to creep across her lips when she talks about Luke, “but i can’t really say much about him or the guys, they’re people too and they deserve their privacy.”

“right, totally respect that,” he nods, his lips falling into a tight line, and she can’t help but notice that they aren’t as pillowy as Luke’s.

his lips don’t nearly look as comforting to kiss. and his curls; they don’t… curl the way Luke’s do. rather he has a head of tighter curls, unlike Luke’s unruly mess of loose curls and waves mingling together. his eyes aren’t the right color either, erring on the side of a blue closer to Jack’s; which makes a shiver run down her spine, discomfort settling within her.

“are you cold?” he asks, catching sight of the goosebumps that spread across her skin. he huffs a condescendingly toned laugh before continuing, “maybe you should’ve brought a jacket, restaurants run cold.”

that was where she drew the line. with his obnoxious attitude combined with his interest, which only peaked when discussing her job, y/n was surprised she lasted as long as she did.

and if the fact that he wasn’t similar enough to her best friend played a small part in her leaving? well, could she really be blamed?

after all, it was Luke’s fault.

it was Luke who made the first move his freshman year of college, both of them tipsy on drinks made by Dylan and his heavy hand with rum. it was Luke who made the sophomore girl fall for him two years ago. it was Luke who drunkenly tells her he loves her as he buries himself inside of her, knowing exactly what to do to tip her over the edge. and it was Luke who has her going on at least five dates a month, trying to force the Devils rookie out of her heart.

or at least, she blames it on Luke; because she couldn’t allow herself to admit that she fell in love with him of her own accord. she can’t allow herself to confess how quickly their drunken hookups turned into something more for her. and she certainly can’t dwell on the fact that she hasn’t put a stop to them. how could she? those are the only moments that she can let herself believe, even for a moment, that she could be his.

because despite how badly she wanted it, she could never be Luke’s. not in the way she wants to be. no matter how hard she tries, she can never find the words to express how much he means to her. how much she loves him.

*

Luke laid on the couch, the springs digging into his back uncomfortably.

“dude, we really need a new couch.” he huffs, “and why am i laying like this? i don’t think people actually lay down in therapy outside of tv shows.”

“shut up, i’m taking notes.” Luke’s eyes drift to his older brother, who occupies the space of the living room chair.

“notes on what? i haven’t even said anything!”

“you don’t need to. i’ve listened to you bitch and moan about y/n for two years, i’m writing what i can remember.” Jack explains, his brows furrowed in focus as his pen scribbles messily across the notepad on his lap.

“why did i let you talk me into this?” Luke rolls his eyes at his brothers antics.

“because you’re pussy-whipped and you’re playing like shit.” Jack looks up from the notepad, straightening his posture and settling his focus on Luke.

“is that a medical diagnosis?” Luke jokes, his brow raising as he chuckles.

“no, that’s brotherly criticism. you get that for free, courtesy of the nine months we each spent in mom’s womb.” Luke cringes at his brothers words, shaking his head.

“don’t talk about mom’s womb.”

“just speak, dude. what’s going on in that curly head of yours?”

Luke sighs, his eyes drifting towards the ceiling. his hands fiddle with the cellphone that lays on his stomach, impatiently waiting for the text that he knows will come through.

it’s 10pm on an off day, he knows she’s got a date tonight. he also knows how her date will end; soon enough she’ll be texting him a long paragraph about how men suck and asking him to remind her why she can’t become a nun.

“well, i told you, i know she and i are meant to be together. i can feel it.” Luke starts, quickly cut off by the familiar grating voice he’s known his entire life.

“yeah, yeah, you’re a simp. move on.”

“has anyone ever told you that you’d make a horrible therapist?” Luke questions, head turning once more toward his brother.

“i can’t say anyone has, no.”

“yeah? well then, i’ll be the first.” he glares, “stick to hockey.”

“just keep talking, Lukey.”

“i think it’s getting harder to wait for her.” Luke confesses, and it feels like a small weight has been lifted off his chest; progress.

“so you wanna move on?” Jack asks, his pen scrawling along the paper again.

“no!” Luke huffs, sitting up on the couch to turn towards his brother, who quickly strikes out whatever he just wrote down, “i’m just saying that- that this whole waiting game is fucking with my head. Phil said i had to wait it out. he told me not to pressure her. practice my patience and let her come to the realization on her own.

“but, what if it goes on too long? she’s always going on dates, what if she meets someone else? what if it takes her ten years to realize what i realized like a month after we met?! what if she gets married before she realizes?”

“too many ‘what if’s’, dude. you’re hurting my brain.” Jack groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Luke, already in an emotional spiral, rolls his eyes, “what brain?”

“hey! i’m trying to help you here! don’t insult me!” Jack stands up, notepad falling to the floor and his hands drawing to his hips as he glares at the rookie defenseman.

“well you’re not much help.”

“you want my advice? either keep waiting and playing like shit and making easily avoidable mistakes, or say fuck it to your friends advice and tell her how you feel.”

“i’m going to bed.” Luke grumbles, pushing past the shorter man to go to his room.

“don’t forget, no morning skate tomorrow!” Jack calls out as Luke’s door clicks shut.

as Luke strips down to his boxers, his phone lights up on his bed, vibrating amongst the cotton sheets. and as he sees her name flashing on the screen, butterflies flutter in his core, making him swallow harshly in attempt to stop them.

he doesn’t even get a word out after accepting the call, her voice filtering through the speaker, “men suck.”

“oh yeah?” Luke can’t help but laugh at the repetitive cycle, “tell me more. how do we suck?”

“you just do, okay?” her tone is biting before she takes a sobering breath, “all he wanted to talk about was the team. i could practically see the walls shut down around him once i told him i couldn’t dish out the hot goss on players.”

“i’m sorry, y/n.” he’s not sorry. not even a little.

“remind me why i can’t be a nun?” her voice is distant as she takes the phone away from her ear so that she can unlock her apartment door.

“no tiktok and no sex.” Luke echoes for what feels like the hundredth time.

“right.” she kicks off her shoes, bumping the door shut behind her as her cat darts around between her legs, rubbing against her nylon tights, “you ready for the game tomorrow?”

“yeah.” no.

“good. i’m gonna go eat my weight in ice cream and scroll tiktok. goodnight, Lukey. thanks for the reminder and for listening to me rant.”

“any time. goodnight.”

as Luke lays in bed, he falls asleep with Jack’s advice echoing in his head.

keep waiting and playing like shit and making easily avoidable mistakes, or say fuck it to your friends advice and tell her how you feel.

meanwhile, y/n slumps on her sofa, a pint of ben & jerry’s in her hand as she looks down at the little ball of black fur that’s taken up residence by her feet.

“have you ever been in love, Sir Nightingale?”

the cat blinks back at her, patiently waiting for her attention. which comes in the form of her fingernails scratching lazily under his chin.

“i have.” she continues the one sided conversation, “it fucking sucks. never fall in love.”

***

the game was an absolute shit show.

Luke had taken a shoddy penalty in the first period; for delay of game, out of all things. which lead to a power play goal by the opposing team and leaving the Devils down by two.

it was only about five minutes later that Luke got an assist on a goal of Jack’s, but ultimately, the game still ended six to two, not in the Devils favor. not only did the team get yelled at for their lack of adequate effort, but Luke was singled out for at least two turned over pucks, which lead to opposing team goals.

and to make a bad night even worse, when all was said and done and Luke was finally showered and ready to just go home and wallow in the loss, he left the locker room to find y/n chatting with one of the equipment managers, Ben.

her hair twirled around her finger as she laughed at something Ben said, a red flush on her cheeks. Luke felt deflated, to say the least.

it was always someone else.

never him. never Luke.

he felt overlooked, and perhaps even unnoticed. it was like she never even saw him as an option, only ever the object of her desires when they were both tipsy and horny and already together.

and yet the feeling was still there. settled low within his gut, he still knew; he’s the one for her. he knows. he’s fairly certain that deep down, she knows it too.

is it his age? it’s only a year’s difference, surely it doesn’t matter, right? it was something else. it had to be, but he truly didn’t know what.

“y/n.” his voice carries through the hallway, settling in her ears and catching her attention.

turning towards him with wide doe eyes and parted lips, she smiles, “hey!”

“am i still giving you a ride home?” Luke’s expression is stony, giving nothing of his feelings away. though, he can’t help the way his eyes gravitate to the man behind her, Luke’s blank stare making the man cower just slightly.

and Luke almost felt proud of that. almost.

“actually, i think Ben and i are gonna go for some drinks. i’ll catch up with you tomorrow, yeah?”

his shoulders slump, his posture crumpling the same way his heart did in his chest.

“yeah, see you tomorrow.”

Luke barely gets two steps closer to the arena exit before her voice calls out, stopping him in his tracks. her heels click against the floor as fast as she could move, before she pops up in his vision.

“you played good. a few mistakes are normal, it’s your first full season, the most games you’ve ever played,” her voice is gentle, her eyes peering up at him softly through her wispy lashes, “i’m proud of you. don’t be too hard on yourself, alright?”

her arms wrap around his torso before he can even respond, her face buried in the chest of his suit. and before his heart can reach a normal pace again, before he can wrap his arms around her in return, she’s pulling away.

with a wave of her hand and a small but awe-strikingly beautiful smile playing upon her lips, she’s walking away. back to Ben, who waits for her by the arena exit now.

and once more, Jack’s voice is back inside Luke’s head. driving him absolutely insane as he watches the love of his life walk out of the building, giggling at something another man said.

keep waiting and playing like shit and making easily avoidable mistakes, or say fuck it to your friends advice and tell her how you feel.

*

keep waiting and playing like shit and making easily avoidable mistakes, or say fuck it to your friends advice and tell her how you feel.

tell her how you feel.

tell her how you feel.

tell her how you feel.

“tell her how you feel.” Luke wakes with a startle, his head knocking against his brother’s, who was leaning over him.

Jack curses, hissing in pain as he holds a hand his forehead.

“what the fuck are you doing in my room?” Luke groans, voice groggy as he takes in his surroundings.

“i got up to take a piss and i could hear your phone blowing up all the way from the bathroom,” Jack explains, “shit, you have a bony ass head.”

“it’s called a skull. i know yours doesn’t house anything inside of it, but even i assumed you’d know what it is.”

Jack huffs, rolling his eyes. “ya know what? just for that, i take back my advice. fuck off and die alone, what do i care?”

“why were you giving me advice at-” Luke slides his phone off his nightstand, checking the time, “two in the morning?”

“she’s blowing up your phone.” Jack scowls, “something something men suck something something maybe being a nun is worth the no tiktok?”

Luke feels an odd sense of relief as he looks at his recent texts, finding exactly what Jack had described.

well, without the ‘something something’s.

“pretty sure you were saying her name in your sleep too,” Jack smirks, backing away towards the bedroom door, “tell her how you feel, dickhead. put you both out of your misery so i can get some sleep and not listen to your incessant whining.”

with that, Jack leaves, the wooden door clicking shut in its frame behind him.

reading through the texts, Luke gathers that she and Ben didn’t get very far into the night together, seeing as her messages were still legible, something drunk her could never accomplish.

the thought brings him an unnecessary amount of joy. but then he’s hit with an overwhelming sense of annoyance, remembering he’ll have to go through this process all over again soon.

truthfully, he doesn’t know how much more he can take. he’s not giving up on her, on the contrary, maybe Jack is right. maybe Phil couldn’t give advice for all women and maybe Luke should just stop waiting.

she wasn’t coming to a realization quick enough and honestly, Luke is fucking tired. tired of drunken hookups. tired of listening to her rant about failed dates and sucky guys. tired of being overlooked as an option. tired of his feelings going unnoticed.

the dial tone was ringing in his ear before Luke even realized that he had made a decision, like his hands were working on autopilot. like his heart knew what he would decide before his brain did.

“hey! did i wake you?” her words weren’t slurred, Luke noted. that’s good, she doesn’t even sound tipsy. she’s in a sound state of mind for his confession.

“no,” he shook his head, despite knowing she could see him, “well, yes but no? you didn’t wake me up but Jack did, he could hear my phone buzzing.”

“oh shit, i’m sorry! we can talk tomorrow if you wanna go back to sleep, i’m just about to-”

“i love you,” immediately, Luke is regretting this decision; the silence on the other end of the phone making him bite his lip in anxiety.

“what?” her voice cracks as she giggles, “Luke, are you drunk? did you drink before you went to bed?”

“no,” he groans out, his head dropping back in frustration, “i swear, i haven’t touched any alcohol tonight. just listen to me.”

“i’m always listening to you, Lukey.” her eyes widen as she sits on the edge of her plush bed, “i just don’t understand what you’re saying.”

“i love you,” he repeats, rolling his shoulders in attempt to psych himself back up before he takes a deep breath.

“i’m in love with you. i have been since freshman year. i think that somewhere deep down, you know just as much as i do, that you’re meant to be mine. and i’ve waited two years for you to realize it. i’ve been patient, i’ve held back, i’ve waited on the sidelines while you go out on dates and i’ve listened to you rant about men. and that’s no problem; when i’m done, if you decide you’re still not ready, i’ll continue to wait for you. because even if you’re not mine, i’m yours, y/n. but, i need to get this off my chest and i need you to know that i’m in love with you. my life isn’t complete without yours. and when you’re ready, i’ll be here waiting for you. i’ll always be here. when you’re ready for the drunk hookups to turn into sober love, i’m gonna be right here. because i think that’s our fate. i think that we were destined to find each other and i think we were meant to have this storyline in our love story, and i know that one day you’ll realize it too. you can tell me i’m insane, you can tell me you don’t feel the same, you can even tell me to fuck off, if that’s what you wanna do. i’ll back off, i won’t say another word, but i’ll still be waiting.”

y/n is silent, her hands shaking as she breathes through the tears that roll down her cheeks. in return, Luke is quiet too, patiently waiting for her to digest everything he just confessed. every built up feeling that he just let slip out of him.

“i love you too.” it feels like all the weight she’s been shouldering has been listed off of her with the utterance of those four simple words.

“you do?” he feels like he can’t breathe, like he’s just been knocked against the boards and his lungs forgot how to take in oxygen.

“yes. Luke, why do you think i go on those dates? have you not noticed that almost every guy i go out with resembles you? i didn’t know if you felt the same way, i didn’t know how to tell you how i felt without risking our entire friendship going up in flames. Luke, i’m so fucking in love with you and it hurt. for two years, i’ve reveled in our drunken moments because i thought that was all i’d ever get. i dreaded the day that you would meet someone and tell me it has to stop. i fell for you so hard and it was so scary and i just- i had to try and move on. i had to try and meet someone before ultimately, you did. because i knew that if you told me you met someone, and i was still in love with you? i would never recover from that, Luke. i wouldn’t. and now you’re saying this and i, god i feel so fucking stupidly in love with you. you don’t have to wait anymore, because i realized i love you a long time ago.”

Luke pushes out of his bed, any interest in sleep lost to him. pulling on a hoodie and an abandoned pair of sweatpants from his bedroom floor, he doesn’t even bother telling Jack that he’s leaving.

“god, i need to kiss you.” he slips on his nike slides, his fingers nimbly plucking his keys off the hook by the front door, and as quickly as he could manage, he was out of there.

“you can kiss me tomorrow, Lukey.” she smiles, finally rising from her bed to finish her nightly routine.

that is, until she hears a key turn in her front door. her eyebrows pull together as she wonders out of her room, greeted by sight of a disheveled Luke in her apartment doorway, who looks like he just ran down the stairs to get there.

hanging up the phone, she grins back at the tall boy.

“or i can kiss you now.” a playful smirk pulls at the corner of his lips as he taking wide glides over to her.

his hands find her cheeks, his thumbs wiping gently over the supple, tear stained skin. the apartment is silent, their heartbeats racing as she gazes up at his beautiful eyes.

“or you can kiss me now.” she echoes, her words mumbled and low.

that’s the final straw, the confirmation Luke desperately needed, and finally, he allows his head to dip down. her lips were warm and soft, tasting faintly of mint ice cream, and warmth spreads across his body, starting at his chest and almost blossoming across his body. Luke feels at home.

her hands desperately cling to his hoodie, as though he’ll disappear if she lets go, and his slide back to cup the nape of her neck. she has no desire to pull away, but her lungs spread with fire until she’s forced apart by the need to breathe.

“i love you.” she whispers, eyes closed as she rests her forehead against his own, teeth digging into her bottom lip as she bites back a lovelorn smile.

“i love you, sweet girl.”

“please don’t go back home. spend the night?” she finally opens her eyes, her head tipping back as he straightens up.

a pink hue glows upon his cheeks, and she can’t resist letting the backs of her fingers gently graze over the heated skin.

“not going anywhere, baby. staying right here.” his lips brush against her forehead, leaving a fleeting kiss in their wake and making her heartbeat flutter within her rib cage.

it feels right, the way they go about a new bed time routine. luke’s arms wrapped around her waist as she brushes her teeth, his eyes boring into her reflection. her head on his chest as they fall asleep, his alarm on for them to wake up for morning skate, together.

and if they were holding hands when they walked into the rink, if they were a cheesy couple who kissed before he entered the locker room, if his smile was a bit too wide in the tiktok she filmed for the Devils socials, if she chose the question ‘do you believe in fate?’ solely because of him, could they really be blamed?

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Yay! Requests are open!!! Can I get a smutty Eddie fic, where the reader is pregnant and they have sex, and it ends up inducing her labor. I feel like after the initial panic of "it's happening! it's happening!" Eddie would be so smug about it lol

I love this. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

No idea how the process of labor is so this might be very unrealistic

⚠️smut, daddy and momma nicknames

A bit of daddy's help

Y/N had been pregnant for a very long nine months. Her belly was huge and she could barely move around. At first she loved being pregnant, but now she wanted that baby out.

Eddie loved her pregnant glow, and he didn't want it to end. He loved helping her and being right beside her. He adored that she was growing their baby and he was happy it was with her.

He did feel bad for her. He knew how much it tore her body down, and how tired it made her. He did his best help. He rubbed her feet, he helped her walk, and he'd hold her stomach just to give her some relief. He'd do anything she asked.

~~~

"Still no baby," she grumbled as she wobbled out of the bathroom. "Spicy food? No go."

Eddie sat on the bed, with a sad smile.

"I'm sorry, baby." He said, she made her way on the bed. He held the blanket up as she slid in.

She sighed tiredly as the small movement sucked all the energy out of her. Eddie softly rubbed her stomach as he tried to soothe her.

"He'll come when he's ready" he said but her eyes snapped to him with a glare.

"He's on my time and I want him out now!" She growled.

Eddie tried to bite back his smile as he looked at her annoyed face.

"I know," he said, he leaned in and pecked her lips softly. He continued to rub her stomach, watching as her breathing calmed. "Was there anything else to try?" He asked. They have been through most of the list the doctor gave them but he wasn't sure what was left.

"There's one more thing," she said as she smiled. Her hand rested on top of his that was on her stomach.

"what's that?" Eddie asked

"Sex"

Eddie felt like his prayers were answered. A huge smile broke across his face.

"On it"

She laughed as he immediately stripped off his shirt. His tattooed chest came into sight as she felt herself already getting warm.

He leaned back down and held her face as he softly pressed his lips against hers. The kiss started sweet and gentle, but it didn't last long. Her hands were in his hair as he deepened the kiss. He kept one hand on her face as he slipped his tongue inside of her mouth. She moaned as she felt his tongue working against hers. He let his other hand wander down her body, slipping underneath her night tank top as he rubbed her belly.

The more he touched her, the more the kiss got hungry. Eddie having a huge pregnancy kink wasn't a shock to either of them. He waited years to fuck her without a condom, to fill her up with his cum. He craved to watch her belly grow and knowing it tied them together for life. He loved that anyone would see her on the street and know she was owned.

He pulled away for a few seconds before he kissed her again. Her left hand worked down his neck and down his back. He shivered as he felt her wedding ring tickle his skin, a reminder she was his for life.

He moaned as her tongue took charge of the kiss, and her right hand yanked on his hair as she pulled away.

"Ready to show me what you got, Daddy?" she purred

Eddie shivered at the name, his cock twitching in his boxers.

"Did you forget I'm the one responsible for the noise complaints? For filling you up so fucking good you got pregnant?" He challenged, a smirk on his face as he felt her body shudder.

He took his time to strip off her clothes. Removing her tank top and groaning at the sight of her swollen breasts and nipples. He reached forward, gently kissing the skin and flicking her nipples with his tongue. She moaned at the feeling, her hands in his hair. He moved down to her stomach, his big hands rubbing her bump as he kissed all around.

He didn't stay there long, removing his lips to strip the rest of her clothes, her hands losing the grip of his hair. He softly trailed up her legs, teasing her as he made it up to her thighs. He slowly trailed down her shorts. He enjoyed how she whimpered as she grew impatient. Then he tugged down her underwear, smiling at the sight of her puffy cunt.

"Gorgeous," he pissed as his lips softly kissed her clit. She jolted and her hands went back to his hair.

He didn't spend too much time between her legs. He knew both of them were so turned on that foreplay wasn't needed. But he still had to have a little taste. His mouth sucked on her clit as his fingers slipped inside of her.

Her head was thrown back as his skilled tongue and fingers worked together. She gripped at his hair and wanted to lift her hips but her body was too heavy. He made the most of it, his head twisting back and forth as he let his tongue touch everywhere.

She panted when he came back up for air. His chin soaked in her wetness, she clawed at his chest from the sight. He wiped his mouth and slammed his lips against hers, his fingers slipping out of her.

"Ready?" He breathed out, his body on top of her as he panted. His brown eyes look into hers for an honest answer.

"Yes," she said without a beat.

Eddie smiled and took off his boxers, lazily tossing them anywhere. He helped her turn on her side, then he went behind her. His lips were on her neck as he lifted her leg and placed it over his hip.

He listened to her sounds as he trailed his hand down and rubbed her swollen clit, she was so sensitive that she felt everything intensely. He rubbed her clit then slipped his pulsing cock inside of her.

He let out a loud moan as he continued to slip inside of her, her hands gripped the pillows as he sat fully inside of her. He was slow and soft at first, making sure she was comfortable. His left hand was under her head and his right played with her clit.

She loved feeling his hard chest against her back, the feeling of it slamming against her with each thrust. She could feel her eyes in the back of her head from feeling his hot breath against her neck. His growls and groans right into her ear.

"Love fucking you. Always feel so good wrapped around me," his words were hot in her ear as she shook. She whined at the compliments, her brain mush as she felt her body being taken care of in ways only her husband could.

"Just wanted Daddy's help to have a baby, huh?" He teased, he wished he had another hand available to rub her stomach. He was obsessed.

"Yes," she moaned, "yes, yes" her moans got louder as he went faster.

He could feel his heavy balls slamming against her. He didn't want to be too rough, clenching his jaw as he held himself back. This wasn't about him, it was to help her and help her have an orgasm.

"Need," she whimpered, her arm reaching back to touch him. She let her head wander until she felt his head. She gripped his hair as he growled louder.

"Need to cum?" He asked, his lips on her cheek

His fingers worked faster on her clit as she nodded. "Please,"

"Be daddy's good momma and cum all over me. Cum all over my fat cock,"

His words washed over like her orgasm. She felt that snap in her body as she gasped. The feeling went from head to toe as she came. Eddie fucked her through it, his fingers faster than ever against her clit as her leg shook on his hip.

When her moans turned to whines, he pulled his hand away. Softly thrusting inside of her, slowing down until his hips came to a full stop.

He slipped his soaked, still red and hard cock out of her.

"How was that?" Eddie panted as he moved her leg off of him and turned her on her back. His sweaty back against the mattress, he turned his head to look at her.

"Reminds me why I got pregnant in the first place," she laughed as she turned her head to look at him.

She squirmed as she took in his sweaty hair, his big smile with his perfect teeth, and the way his cheeks scrunched up. Her eyes moved down to his chest as it moved up and down quickly. Down his happy trail, following the line of hair, his dark curls and his thin hips peeked out from the sheet. The rest of his body was covered under the thin material.

"And that look reminds me why I got you pregnant," Eddie's chuckle turned into a moan as she turned her body and attached her lips to his neck.

"I don't feel anything, let's go again." She said against his skin

"Why don't we give it a second? We don't know how long it could take," Eddie explained through quiet groans as her hand began to travel down his chest. He could feel her cold wedding band against his hot skin, making him shiver.

He whined as she pulled her lips away, and her hand stopped right above his hard cock.

"I'm sorry. Are you saying you don't want to have sex again?" Her tone was accusing but she knew her husband. If sex was on the table, he was grabbing a chair.

"I just don't want to overdo it," he said softly

"Yeah I guess you're right," she sighed disappointed. She pulled herself away with a loud huff.

"We've been together for four years and married for one, and now you pick to listen to me?" Eddie asked in disbelief. "Come ride me, momma." He said with a smile as he tossed the sheet off of him.

She squealed with delight as she started to sit up, he helped her love gently and slowly. He eased her body on top of his, rubbing her thighs to soothe her as she got into the right position.

"I knew you wouldn't say no," she said with a smug smile, placing her hands on his hard chest.

"What's that saying?" he teased, his hot lips attaching to her neck. "Momma knows best?" she shuddered as he nipped at her skin.

He shuddered as she grabbed his cock, pumping it inside her hand before she lined his tip with her entrance.

His head fell against her chest as she sunk down on him, she took her hands off his chest. She leaned back and placed her palms on his thighs. The muscular and hairy skin underneath her hands.

He picked up his head as she softly began to move herself on top of him. He moved his left hand to hold her hip, softly encouraging her as she rolled her hips.

His right hand went straight for her bump. He softly rubbed her stomach as his eyes watched her body. Her eyes closed with bliss, the sweat on her hairline and the sweat that dripped down her chest.

Her body was a work of art and it always captivated him.

"So glad I married you," he smiled as he reached forward and cupped her face. Making her press her lips against him, her hands on his chest to balance. He felt her smile into the kiss.

He let her go back into her comfortable position, her hands back on his thighs. He clenched them as she gripped, her nails dug into the skin.

He reached forward and rubbed her clit.

The immediate touch was almost enough to make her cum. She panted hard as she lifted her hips as fast as she could to slam back down.

With a few more touches to her clit and Eddie bucking his hips up, had her cumming all over again.

But this time

She felt more than just cum soaking them, then he followed after. Moaning as he came inside of her.

"Is that?" Eddie asked, his eyes wide as he looked at the sheets.

"Stand me up!" She rushed out.

Eddie was quick to lift up her hips, his cum now adding to the mess below. He panicked as he slipped out from under her, he grabbed her hands and helped her off the bed.

As she stood, more liquid came out of her.

"It's happening!" She panicked, her eyes scared as she looked at her husband.

"Shh, it's okay! Let's get you dressed." He was quick to slip a shirt of his on her and some clean boxers.

He kissed her face, a big smile on his face.

"We're having a baby!" He said in awe

"NOT HERE! GET ME IN THE CAR!" she screamed.

He nodded and dressed himself as fast as he could. He grabbed all the bags and dropped them at the front door.

Then he grabbed her, helping her waddle to the car. He got her placed in the seat as a sharp pain went through her. She grabbed his hand and hissed through her teeth.

"Breath, baby, breathe," he said as he clenched his jaw. Her grip bruised his hand.

"I am BREATHING YOU BASTARD!"

"Where was that tone five minutes ago?" He teased, laughed at her glare, and kissed her nose. He ran back into the house and grabbed the bags.

Then he was off to the hospital

He reached over to let her hold his hand.

"I know you are terrified but I want you to know one thing," he said, his head turned to look at her.

She breathed as she looked over at him.

"I fucked you into labor," he said with a big smirk and wink sent her way.

"Oh shit, now that's all I'm gonna hear for the rest of my life." She said as she rolled her eyes.

~~~

"I can't believe you guys have a baby," Steve said softly as he looked at the small boy in Eddie's arms. Y/N slept in the bed beside them.

"I can't believe she allowed you to have sex with her," Robin laughed, her eyes on the little boy behind Steve

"Jealous?" Eddie snapped, a smirk on his face as she rolled her eyes.

"How did her water break? I want the whole story!" Nancy squealed excitedly.

The big smirk on Eddie's face got even more smug, which no one thought was possible.

"Well, we tried everything the doctor said, and the last thing on the list was all in my hands." The group looked at him confused as he continued to explain. "So, being the amazing husband I am. I turned her on her side and grabbed her left leg to put it on my hip. Then I slipped inside of her. Sweet and slow, she was so we-"

"WE GOT IT!" Dustin yelled as he covered his ears.

"You could have just said sex," Nancy said as she gagged.

"You wanted the whole story!" Eddie defended, "but the first time wasn't enough to induce the labor...or was enough for her." He gave a wink to Steve who rolled his eyes. "So we went at it again, like minutes later. She was all over me." Eddie bragged. "After her second orgasm, that was when she went into labor."

"Can't believe such a disgusting thing led to something beautiful," Dustin said, patiently waiting for his turn to hold the baby.

"Oh Dusty," Eddie laughed, "nothing about it was disgusting. Just you wait." Eddie said as he handed the baby off to Steve. Leaving his hands free to slam down on Dustin's shoulders.

"It'll be the best time of your life," he said as he walked over to her. He leaned down and kissed her forehead as she slept.

"You and him for the rest of my life."

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Destined for Heaven, Stolen by the Devil~ Yandere!Lucifer X Reader

Hey, guys and welcome to another Lucifer story. I'm sorry I write for him a lot. I just find to him be a very relatable character and I love him so much! Anyway, this fic deals with heavy Christianity themes, so I did my best to research. If something is wrong, please tell me and I'll do my best to fix it. I was very inspired by the song 'The Plagues' from "The Prince of Egypt". As always, I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night!

Words: 2899

Warnings: Heavy Christianity Themes/Beliefs, Swearing, Christianity Mocking, Slight Possessive Tendencies, Reader's Aunt likes crystals, Reader Dies, Kidnapping?

I sighed as my mother pulled a light blue cardigan over my shoulders. She dusted off my dress and fixed my hair so that I looked presentable. Today was Sunday so that meant we had to go to church. I wasn’t too fond of going and I would have rather been playing in the backyard as a twelve year old does. However, my mom made it her duty to take me and make me a good Christian girl. “Why do we have to go, mom? It’s soooo boring!”

I stuck out my tongue at her. She gently pushed it back in. “You know I want our family to have a good relationship with the Lord. It’s our Christian duty. Besides, going to church is in your blood. After all-”

“Yeah, yeah. God told you that I was destined to be a wife for Adam. How can you believe that? It came to you in a dream.”

“Y/n M/n L/n! You do not question God’s ways! You know better! Now come on, we don’t want to be late.”

Dragging me by the hand, she ushered me into the family Cadillac and sped off. I sighed heavily. There were so many things I’d rather be doing than go to church. I could be with my friends, heck I could be at my cool Aunt’s house. “Hey, mom?”

“Yes, dear?”

“When are we going to visit Aunt Hailey? When she called you said we’d be seeing her soon.”

“I only said that to get her off my back. You know how I feel about her.”

I grunted and crossed my arms. Aunt Hailey was seen as the black sheep in the family all because she was wealthy. A lot of our relatives (my mother included) thought she sold her soul to the Devil in order to be immensely rich and refused to interact with her. I, however, thought she was so cool. When she used to come over she’d regale to me hundreds of stories about her travels around the world. She even showed me her cool crystal collection when we went over to her house a few times. “Now don’t be like that. It’s not ladylike.”

I grunted again and slid down in the tan leather seat. A few minutes later the car was parked in the church parking lot and I was being dragged inside. Sometimes I wish I had siblings so I wasn’t the only one to feel mom’s wrath. She seated us near the front and handed me the heavy white Bible from the pew. I robotically turned to the page with the Lord’s prayer and stood when Pastor Bob entered. We began reciting the Lord’s prayer and sang a hymn before we sat. I didn’t pay much attention as our Priest told us his sermon for the day but I didn’t dare to look around the room. I had to look the part after all. Fidgety, I played with my ring finger. Glancing down, I took in the birthmark that oddly looked like an apple. I remember it showing up after I stayed at Aunt Hailey’s house one day. I never told my mother about it though. I was often reminded of the tale of Eve and the apple and I don’t know what she would do if ever saw the fruit insignia. After the sermon and another hymn, it was time for communion. We all stood in line and when it was my turn I took the small Ritz cracker and ate it. I coughed lightly and then took a sip from the golden chalice. My mom and I returned to our seats and when everyone was done, we recited the Lord’s prayer one final time. Thank goodness it was over. 

As we walked out, I was forced to shake hands with our elderly Pastor. “How is my favorite little disciple doing today?”

I cringed at that. Ever since my mother told the church of her insane dream I was treated like some goddess. “Good.”

“That’s great to hear. I look forward to our weekly blessing.”

“Of course, Pastor Bob,” my mom butted in, “we wouldn’t miss it.”

He smiled and bid us both ado. We walked back to the car and drove home. As we passed by houses in our neighborhood, I looked longingly at the kids playing. Besides church, Sunday was dedicated to my education of becoming a housewife so when I did die and go to Heaven I was prepared. Parking the car, we went inside. I slipped off my Mary Janes and put them by the door. The rest of the day was spent cleaning, doing embroidery work and cooking. Just as I was getting ready for bed, the phone rang. I went into the kitchen and picked up the landline. “Hello?”

“Is my dear Y/n there?”

“This is her.”

“It’s your Aunt Hailey.”

“Auntie! Hi! How are you?”

She chuckled. “I am good, my darling. And you? Surviving another day in that stuffy house?”

I giggled at her commentary. “I’ve been okay. What can I do for you?”

“I was wondering when you can come over. I was talking with a friend the other day and he would like to meet you properly. I believe he saw you at my house when you were five.”

“I’d love to come over! Let me ask mom real quick.”

I walked into the living room and pressed the phone to my chest. “Hey, mom. Aunt Hailey’s on the phone. She wants to know when I can come over.”

She looked up from her book and glared at the phone. “You know my answer.”

“Come on, mom! It’ll just be for a day!”

“I don’t know.”

“Please! I promise when I get back I’ll focus on my wifely duties! Please!”

I gave her puppy dog eyes and slightly whimpered. She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Alright. You can go tomorrow, but I expect you to stay true to your promise. You know how God would feel if you went back on your word.”

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

I lifted the phone up to my ear and quickly ran into the kitchen. “She said I can come tomorrow.”

“Wonderful! I’ll see you then, my dear.”

“Bye, Auntie!”

“Goodbye for now, darling.”

I ended the call and put the phone back on the receiver. I returned to the living room where mom and I did our nightly prayer. When we finished, she gave my forehead a kiss and sent me to bed. 

The next morning I dressed in a plaid dress shirt, brown capri pants and black oxfords. I bounced in the passenger seat giddily as my mother parked the car in my Aunt’s gravel driveway. “Now remember to behave. I don’t need any calls about your disobedience.”

“I’ll be good, I will.”

“That’s my girl. And you have your cross necklace?”

“Yes, mom. Can I go now?”

She kissed my forehead and I got out of the car. “Be safe! Call me if something happens and I’ll be back around dinner to pick you up!”

“Okay mom, bye!”

I waved and she drove off. I turned towards my relative’s mansion and walked up the stone steps. I grabbed the handle from the golden lion’s head and gave three loud knocks on the large oak door. The door opened to reveal Timothy, my Hailey’s middle aged butler. “Ah Miss Y/n, we were expecting you. Please come in.”

He stood to the side and allowed me inside. Closing the door, he led me across the marble floor to one of the drawing rooms near the back. I could hear muffled voices talking as we entered, Timothy clearing his throat. “Your niece is here, madam.”

“Thank you, Timothy. That will be all.”

He bowed and exited the room. My Auntie smiled and gestured for me to come over. I ran to her and gave her a big hug. Her navy silk and lace dress clung to me. “It’s so good to see you, darling! I’ve missed you so!”

“I’ve missed you too!”

I pulled away and she motioned to the gold and floral print armchair next to her. I sat and looked at her guest on the chaise lounge. He seemed quite the esteemed gentleman. He had slicked back blonde hair, pale skin and red eyes. I found them quite odd but didn’t judge. Mother said it was bad to judge based upon appearances. He wore a white suit with a red dress shirt, a black tie with black flower detailing, black leather gloves and shiny black dress shoes. He was on the shorter side as well. “Y/n, I’d like you to meet my friend Luci. He’s the one to thank for my wealth.”

The man stood and bowed to me. He took my hand and kissed my apple birthmark. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, my little apple. Your Aunt has told me so much about you.”

“It’s good to meet you too, sir.”

“So polite. Your mother is raising you right.”

“Except for the amount of gospel she puts in my poor baby’s head. I swear all because of her fucking dream, she’s gone total Bible thumper.”

Luci titled his head to the side. “Oh you’ll have to tell me over tea. Speaking of which, I think Timothy has finished setting up the garden for us.”

“Splendid!”

We all stood and the blonde offered me his arm. I gladly took it and we walked outside to Hailey’s marble floored porch. A metal table sat in the middle overlooking her large flower garden, a lacy white tablecloth set on top. Luci pulled out my chair and after I sat, pushed it in. He sat next to me and began pouring tea for all of us. Today Timothy had picked out the clear glass kettle so we could see the yellow liquid inside and the pastel teacups. I thanked Auntie’s friend when he poured into my cup and marveled at the small pink flower floating. “I see we’re having chrysanthemum tea. You know it’s your Auntie’s favorite.”

I giggled and picked up my cup. Blowing a little, I took a sip and smiled at the sweet taste. “So you were talking about Y/n’s mother?”

“Ah yes. She’s always been a Christian woman, believing in the power above. Then one night she had a dream, a vision she calls it, that Y/n is to be the third wife of the first man Adam. Ever since then she’s been obsessively devoted and is dragging my poor niece with her.”

“I see.”

Luci seemed to become stiff at the mention of Heaven and God. Perhaps it was a touchy subject?

“So God came to her and said this, hm?”

“Sure as shit supposedly.”

The three of us sipped our tea in silence. “So has school been going, my dear?”

“Good, Auntie. We learned how to do cursive in English the other day so now I can write my name all fancy!”

“That’s great, darling. Anything else?”

“I’ve been feeling kind of left out lately.”

Both adults turned to me in curiosity. “How so?”

“Well none of the other kids my age are really learning wifely duties, at least not as much as me. When I want to go outside and play mom forces me to do my skills.”

“Wifely duties? Pray do tell,” Luci cocked an eyebrow.

“I learned how to clean the house from top to bottom, cook all three meals, sew, embroider, and do laundry. Basically anything my mom deems necessary to please this angelic husband of mine.”

“I can assure you it will come in handy. Especially with how much of pigish brute he is.”

“How do you know?”

“I just got that impression when I’ve read his passages in the Bible, sweetie.”

“Oh.”

“If you had a real man I can be sure you wouldn’t need those skills, darling,” Auntie piped up, sipping her tea.

“A real man? Like who?”

“Like Luci for example!”

I turned to the blonde and he smiled. His eyes glinted with what looked like adoration. He gently grabbed my hand and held it, his hands quite warm through his gloves. He brought it to his lips and kissed the back of my hand. “It’s true. If you were my wife you wouldn’t want for nothing. Every day would be spent in marital bliss.”

“Sounds gross!”

He chuckled and kissed my hand again. “When you’re older you’ll come to love it.”

‘If you say so.”

“I know so.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent listening to Luci’s tales from his travels while drinking our tea. They were quite intriguing and full of adventure. The people he met, the places he went were all so fascinating. It soon became dinner time and true to her word my mom sat in the driveway. Luci walked me to the door and gave a little bow. “It was a pleasure to chat with you, Y/n. I have a feeling we will see each other more in the future.”

“I hope so. You’re so cool, Luci!”

He smirked and patted my head. “Farewell, little lady.”

“Goodbye, Luci!”

I gave him a quick hug before running to the car.

Sure enough as I grew up I ran into the short blonde more often than not. From trips to the grocery store to when I was allowed at Aunt Hailey’s house, we would bump into each other. We’d always exchange a few words and always those red eyes sparkled bright around me. 

That was eleven years ago. Now I lay in a hospital bed, feeling like I was on the brink of death. A few years after meeting Luci I had gotten terribly ill. I was feverish, pale and felt nauseous. My mother was worried and took me to the clinic. I was just diagnosed with the flu. I took my medicine and stayed in bed as best as possible but the final straw was when I fainted in the backyard while gardening. Since then, I had been in and out of hospital with different doctors viewing me like prize cattle. I was poked, prodded and dug at only to be told no one had a clue as to why I was sick. It was like it had just fallen upon me. My mother became even more obsessive in her Christian ways. I was blessed every weekend and prayed upon every day to try and heal my mysterious illness. I was forced to drink holy water at every opportunity and had to wear my cross necklace with two rosaries. 

Currently, I was coughing so hard I felt like I dislocated my lungs. My mother sat next to me holding my hand, a rosary wrapping around us. As I continued to cough she pushed some hair out of my face. “You’re going to be alright, honey. Just stay strong.”

After my coughing fit, I laid back and tried to catch my breath. “I feel like I’m dying.”

Her hand tightened around mine and I could feel her body shake with sobs. “Maybe this is God’s way of letting us know Adam needs you. As much as I’d hate to see my baby go, you’d finally fulfill your purpose.”

“Mom, please. Not now.”

“I’m sorry.”

A knock at the door made us both look over. There in the entryway stood Luci, his white hat with the dark red band hanging tightly in his hands. “Come in.”

He stepped forward and gave a small smile. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Like shit.”

“Y/n! Language!”

“Sorry.”

He chuckled and came to my side, putting a hand on my shoulder. “May I have a moment alone, please?”

My mom looked at me and I gave a curt nod. She sighed and stood. “I’ll go get something to eat. I’ll be back later, honey.”

She gave my forehead a kiss and walked out, shutting the door behind her. Luci took her place in the chair next to my bed. “What can I do for you, handsome?”

“I wanted to come see you. Hailey told me how you were faring and I knew I needed to come immediately.”

“I appreciate that. Especially since I feel like this may be the last time you see me.”

“Nonsense. We will always find each other, even in death.”

He brought his hand up and caressed my cheek. I smiled and then began coughing. I turned away and hacked into my arm, only turning back when I was done. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

His hand wrapped around mine and squoze tightly. “You know, I could end your suffering right now.”

“Yeah right.”

“I’m not lying to you, my dear. One small kiss and you’d go peacefully.”

“Luci-”

“And then we can be together forever. Adam, not even Heaven will keep you from me.”

“What are you talking about?” “Just kiss me.”

What could go wrong? I was already suffering so much.

“...Alright.”

He leaned forward and connected our lips. He tasted sweet like caramel apples and I just melted. My soul felt like it was being sucked out of my body and when he pulled away I couldn’t breathe. “You’re mine, little apple. Forever and always.”

He caressed my hand and my eyes closed.

The beeping of the heart monitor slowed and then faded to silence all together.

[moonstruckme]

hi! What about a fic if one of the Mauraders or TASM peter with a reader who's insecure about her big boobs? Like ik everyone thinks it's ideal but honestly sometimes it really sucks when shirts don't fit right or everything looks slutty or u can't go braless or alternatively a fic about their gf overhearing someone say they r an ass man but she has a small butt?

Thank you for requesting!

cw: insecurity around breast size

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You’re looking in the mirror, and you want to feel good about yourself. Really, everything looks the way it should. Your hair looks better than it would on an average day, that new eyeshadow thing you tried actually turned out nicely, and your dress fits the way it’s supposed to. 

Just, the way it’s supposed to fit doesn’t really seem right to you at the moment. 

“Peter,” you call in the direction of the bathroom, “if I ask you about something, can you promise to be honest with me?” 

You hear water splash in the shower, signaling your boyfriend is finally rinsing out his hair. In classic Peter fashion, he seems like he’s going to be late to his own banquet. Oscorp is having a formal event to recognize the achievements of their scientists this year. Peter’s done even more than most, and he’s expected to give a speech before the food comes out which you’ll be lucky to make at this rate. You were supposed to get ready together, but he’d spent the majority of the time flirting with you while you did your makeup in your pajamas. 

“Duh, I’m always honest,” he calls back. The shower shuts off. “That’s why they call me your friendly, honest, neighborhood spider-man.” A pause. You wonder if he can sense the dry look you’re sending his way. “Fine, but I’m always honest with you. Shoot, sweetheart.” 

“Okay.” You give yourself one final, disappointed look-over in the mirror before heading towards the bathroom door. “I’m serious, don’t sugarcoat anything, but do you think—” 

The door swings open, and Peter’s right in front of you, beads of water still visible on his torso and a towel wrapped around his waist. 

“—this is too slutty?” you finish, quieter, right as he blurts, “Oh my god.” 

Peter blinks. His head does a tiny shake, as if trying to rid himself of a dizzy spell. “What?” he asks. 

Probably not your best phrasing. “I just mean, is it too booby,” you try again. You have the urge to tuck your arms around your middle self-consciously, but you worry that would only make the boob predicament worse. 

“Baby.” Peter’s still looking at you like you’re speaking another language. “What?” 

You look down at your highly visible cleavage, then back up at him. “You know what I mean,” you say softly. 

“Okay, speaking from a strictly male standpoint,” Peter says, unabashed as his eyes dip to where yours just where, “I can’t condone the idea that there is such a thing as too booby. But even if I was, like, a ninety-five year old conservative woman, I couldn’t—I would still think you look beautiful.” 

Your heart balloons. It’s not a compliment you got much before you met Peter. Hot, sexy, sure, but not beautiful. 

“God.” The word slips from your boyfriend’s mouth so softly it almost sounds like a prayer. His hands find your waist, skimming down the satiny material of your dress to rest on your hips. “You’re amazing, sweetheart. Is that the eyeshadow trick you were talking about?” 

You nod, cheeks burning. “You watched me do it.” 

“It looks different with the dress on,” he agrees. “Fuck. Not to be corny, but you’re seriously taking my breath away. I can’t breathe right now.” 

A little laugh stutters out of you, and Peter smiles. He’s looking rather breathtaking himself, fresh-faced from the shower with a piece of damp hair still clinging to his forehead. You unstick it and comb it back in with the others already fluffed up after being toweled off. He smells like his shampoo. 

“Can I kiss you,” he asks, “or will I mess up your makeup?” 

“Be careful,” you warn, smiling as you lean in. 

He is, but his hands give away his hunger, bunching in the fabric at the base of your spine to get you closer. He makes a low, needy sound in the back of his throat, and for half a second you wonder if it’s for your benefit but then you remember that he was right earlier. Peter is always honest with you. 

You laugh when you pull away, going to get a bit of tissue paper to blot away the lipstick you’ve left on him. A glance in the bathroom mirror shows that yours is, thankfully, intact. 

“Are you sure this dress will be appropriate?” you ask, less insecure now but still nervous as you wipe at Peter’s upper lip. “Regardless of how much you like it, it’s still a formal thing and I don’t want to be…indecent.” You cringe. There’s no word that sounds nice. 

Your boyfriend’s brows furrow. His hands skim up your arms, and he looks like he’s about to reply when you fold the toilet paper and stick it between his lips. “Blot,” you murmur. 

He does. “Baby.” He squeezes your upper arms, a silent request for you to look up at his eyes. You find them soft and earnest. “There’s nothing inappropriate about what you’re wearing. It is a formal thing, and you’re wearing a formal dress. You look beautiful.” That word again. Your cheeks burn. Peter kisses one of them. “No one is going to have anything to say about how you look other than how beautiful you are,” he promises. 

You let the sincerity of his words seep into you, pooling like a warm drink in your belly. The inside of your lip finds its way between your teeth. Now you’re feeling bashful for other reasons. 

It’s obvious by Peter’s grin that he can tell. He gives your arms another squeeze before moving you out of the way and going to where his clothes are laid out on the bed. 

“Actually, that’s pretty convenient for me.” He discards the towel on the floor, slipping on a pair of boxers and then starting to button up his dress shirt. “You’ve just taken a whole bunch of pressure off my speech, sweetheart. No way anyone’s gonna be looking at me while I’m up there.”

[sleepyangelkami]

Can you write a fic about ellie with a someone who just keeps talking and talking.. like maybe she talks fast and ellies trying to keep up but she can't..

YAP e.williams

 ☆ WORD COUNT - 1.6K

☆ SUMMARY - summary: ellie can usually handle your fast and consistent talking but tonight, after coming home from a long and late patrol, she tries her best and just... cant.

 ☆ WARNINGS - nothing really, sexual themes a little blink and it's gone, tinsey bit on insecurity not too much, tickling? reader is a yapper, petnames, fluff galoreee, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

todays patrol was painfully long. ellie was paired with some guy called max this evening so you sat inside you and ellie's shared home, feet warming up by the fire while you waited for her to finish. she was only supposed to be a couple of hours and if you were being honest, you think she actually came home early.

but you had so much to say that it felt like years before you saw your beautiful girlfriend walk in that front door.

when ellie walked in, she looked sort of tired but she still wore a grin sloppy and large. the sight of you, her pretty baby, sitting by the fire in your little shorts and a tank top along with your pink fluffy socks was enough to have her grinning from ear to ear.

the girl quickly set down her things, stating that she was going to change really fast and then she'd be out. you made sure to greet her with a big hug and a kiss beforehand so you had no problem with this, of course. while she was inside the bedroom you were fumbling with the loose string of your sock, wondering how much longer she was going to take.

"hi, angel." you heard causing you to look up from your sock, wide smile on display.

"hi, els." you waited for her to come closer. she was dressed in a black shirt that was loose on her along with a black pair of shorts with two white lines running down the sides. She moved to sit down next to you, placing you up on your lap. "have you talked to dina and jesse yet?"

ellie was too busy pressing little kisses to your neck. she placed her chin on your shoulder, looking up at you with furrowed brows. "not since this morning, why?" and you were secretly thankful for this. you wanted to tell her yourself, besides, you were always one for talking.

one of the many things ellie loved about you was how much you talked. when you first met ellie, you were like a gas bag that couldn't shut up. it was the nerves mixed with your already chatty personality that had words tumbling from your lips like wildfire. you weren't able to stop and being around her made it somehow more difficult. at first, it was the word vomit from your nervousness but now that you're so comfortable with ellie, you can't stop.

ellie didn't mind this, in fact, she loved it. she wasn't much of a talker herself sometimes. sometimes, all she wanted was to sit and be fucking quiet, you let her be that. you continued your little rambles and tangents while she listened with a sloppy grin on her face.

other times, you weren't so talkative.

like when she has her strap deep inside you and you're a babbling, incoherent mess. "c'mon, baby, tell me what you wanna say." she'd mumble against your ear knowing you can't. you'd be so fucked out that you couldn't even speak, just shaking your head and moaning out her name over and over, like a prayer sitting on your lips. She'd be so teasing too, smirk playing on her lips. "hm? can't hear you, angel."

now, though, there was a thousand words on your lips. "okay so―" suddenly you started babbling on, ellie's eyes widening slightly as her hands squished at the fat of your hips, craining her ears to listen.

"deep breaths, baby." she reminded once you got caught up on your words.

"thank you." you mumbled out, taking a breath before hastily moving on. "so then I was like, well i don't think he meant it that way―"

"wait, what did he do again?" ellie was tired, eyes sort of drooping but she wanted to hear your story even if she could barely understand you.

you stopped, mind trailing back to what she was asking you. there were so many words in your head that even you got caught up in the jumbles. "he put his hands on her hips, els." you reminded. "but i don't think he meant it in that way, there really was no room to get past!"

though the brunettes eyes were furrowed confusedly. "wait." stopping you again as you looked up at her with your big doe eyes. "whose hips did he grab again?" before asking. "we are talking about jesse still, arent we?"

"yes." you nodded. "and it was stephanie." taking note of her once again confused look. "you know stephanie, you did patrol with her a couple weeks ago."

she was so tired after patrol tonight, she was trying to stay alert, truly. "stephanie meadows?" because truly she didn't think she knew any other stephanie's.

"yes, els." you almost whined. "keep up." and she was trying, you knew she was trying.

you blabbered on again, mouth moving so fast that ellie could barely cling to certain words that slipped from it. she was trying to piece the story together as best she could. jesse had touched some girls hips, dina was angry, they were fighting and you were somehow pulled into the middle of this, somewhere along the story you were threatened with a spoon by dina who had asked you to pick a side, ellie thinks. weird though, because who threatens someone with a spoon?

though with dina's usual hot headedness and her anger just waiting to bubble over, ellie could believe it.

"but now they're okay again." you grinned, soft smile etched to your lips. ellie had to stammer back. "what's wrong?" somehow, the girl had been so wrapped up in thinking about if dina had truly threatened you with a spoon or if she had heard you wrong, she was sure she missed a good chunk of the story. which was odd seeing as she had merely let her mind wander for a couple of seconds before tuning back in. but by her face, you instantly knew what the problem was. you practically shrunk back from her face. "I was talking too much again, wasn't I?"

"no, no, not at all angel." she was quick to press a chaste kiss against your cheek, letting you know there was no reason to be insecure at all. "you know i'd listen to you talk forever if i could."

truth be told, you knew you talked a lot. you knew that once your mouth started moving, you never shut up. countless times you had sat next to ellie with tears streaming down your face as she held you close. you talked down on yourself, stating that you were like a gasbag waiting to explode to which ellie had to stifle a laugh at before kissing you softly. she'd push the hair from your face and make you look at her. she'd tell you that you talking was the equivalent of her peace. once your mouth started moving, her day officially started. and when it stopped, her day ended. you were her everything, she lived and breathed you and all of your talking.

"you know you don't have to." you mumbled, trying to ignore the way your face heated up at the feeling of her small kisses against your skin. "you can tell me when i'm too much."

too much, you've always felt like too much. you took up too much room, in friendships, relationships, family, anything really. you've always thought that there was too much of you, you wished you could just be quiet sometimes, allow other people to take up nearly as much room as you were. but tried as you must, you just couldn't. and that was because it wasn't you. you were always going to be too much.

"you're never too much f'me, sweet girl." she turned your head and pressed a kiss to your other cheek. "you're." pressing a kiss to your nose. "perfect." and finally, a kiss to the supple of your lips. "'m just a little tired, hard f'me to keep up." you nodded your head, taking in her words. "but i wanna hear you talk and i especially wanna know why dina was threatening you with spoons."

you giggled at that, lips turning upwards. "she didn't want me siding with jesse!" trying to defend your best friend. "she didn't mean it!"

"we'll see if she means it when i get my hands on her tomorrow." ellie's hands found your hips, scrunching her fingers to tickle you. you screeched, giggles falling from your lips as you pushed at her.

"ellie! stop! stop!" though there were laughs emitting your lips anyway as you fell backwards against the rug on your living room floor.

ellie didn't stop her attack on your poor innocent sides. "this'll teach her not to threaten my pretty baby with spoons again."

you were a laughing mess when ellie finally stopped her tickle attack, laying next to you on the carpet, ignoring the way her arms burned against the face of the fire. you couldn't contain the giggles that fell past your lips as you looked at the girl. "you're crazy!" you exclaimed.

her brows furrowed. "so, dina gets to threaten you with spoons which is just fine but i'm the crazy one?" you only giggled in response, ellie couldn't help the way her lips were permanently turned upwards. the sound of your laugh was the thing ellie was sure she'd die a happy woman to. the sight of your smile was completely and utterly captivating. she could stare at you forever. "tell me the story again, angel."

you couldn't say no to that offer. you sat up, hair bouncing as you did so. "okay, so―"

main masterlist/ellie's masterlist

[garfunklefield]

Can I be your favorite?

18+ viewer discretion is advised

top!Suguru Geto/bottom!Satoru Gojo Warnings: size kink, gojo is a gay trans twink, MPREG (this is a major theme), bottom gojo, top geto, hickies, biting, possessive geto, pussy eating, bottom growth sucking, breeding kink, creaming, multiple orgasms, dumbification, gojo cannot walk after this, dacryphilia, creampie Word count: 2685 DESC: Gojo wants to get pregnant

Have you ever wanted a satosugu fic where Gojo got pregnant?? This is for you!

I want to wish a huge happy birthday to @veggietalesyaoisworld !! You’re my best friend and this was for you!!! I love you Bbg let’s have gay sex soon

Link to my Ko-Fi

Requests and ASKS are open!

“What. I’m not impregnating you. That’s irresponsible,” Suguru narrowed his eyes at his best friend. They had known each other for more than ten years, so Satoru proposing pregnancy wasn’t weird so much as it was … financially a bad idea. Suguru wasn’t against the idea of having sex with his best friend. He just wasn’t so sure about the baby's aspect. I mean, babies are a lot of work! Were they both ready for such a commitment?

“Suguru…” Satoru looked to the side, a frown pulling down on his perfectly glossed lips, “Isn’t the next step after marriage babies?”

“We’re not married,” he sighed, shaking his head as he spoke.

“Not yet! I’m planning ahead,” Gojo leaned back against the couch the two of them shared. Being roommates they opted for one of everything. They’ve always shared, so it didn’t matter much to them. The same couch, the same laptop, the same bed.

Satoru loved that they shared things. They’d even share women if he wasn’t gay and utterly in love with Suguru- but anyway. He wouldn’t ever admit that fact though. He didn’t want to ruin their perfect friendship, so this was pushing it. They’d done things before. Satoru would help his best friend if he had a boner that only a hlowjob would quench. And Suguru would practice his oral skills on Satoru’s tender spot. Purely platonic.

“Satoru,” Suguru looked over at him with low eyes, purring his name as if it was a prayer, “You want me to fuck you until you’re pregnant?” He raised a dark eyebrow, purple eyes sizing him up. His best friend had always been the smaller of the two. A smaller frame but a huge personality was what Suguru would describe him as.

The white-haired man swallowed. He didn’t have to word it like that. He didn’t have to word it in a way that made his cunt suddenly soaked. God, Suguru didn’t know the hold he had over his best friend. Just the way he spoke was enough to turn Satoru on beyond belief. He needed his meaty cock inside his walls now, or he’d explode. Satoru already knew his friend was hung; I mean he couldn’t fit him inside his mouth entirely! So imagine him deep inside his vagina????? God, it was too much. He could practically see the little bulge in his tummy from how big he'd be, basically fucking Satoru’s cervix.

“Now now…” Suguru closed their shared laptop and set it on the side table, turning his attention to the smaller man. His eyes fluttered closed, rows of thick black eyelashes brushing against his skin, “Don’t get all quiet on me now, Toru.”

“Suguru….” Satoru whined quietly, biting back on his bottom lip to stop a louder whimper from coming out, “Maybe.” He turned his body, bringing his knees up and over the couch and spreading them out. Barely touching his feet against Suguru’s side.

“Maybe what? Use your words,” Suguru put two hands on either side of Satoru’s body, leaning forward against him on the couch. Maneuvering himself to be on top of his friend, “Don’t make me fuck your request out of you, Toru.” He rasped slowly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Gojo closed his eyes and ran his hand up from his side to Suguru’s back, pulling him closer, “Make me pregnant- you know…”

“No, I don’t,” Geto opened his eyes and stared at him, purple irises waiting for an answer.

“Fill me up till I can’t walk- you’re being an asshole,” he pouted, raising his hand and lightly smacking his best friend on the back of the forehead.

Suguru let out a laugh and leaned his head forward against his friend's collarbone, “I’m sorry. Why don’t I make it up to you?” He lifted his head and pressed his lips against Satoru’s neck. At first, it was sweet, just a shallow kiss. Then Satoru felt his teeth bite down on his supple skin, biting and sucking to create a hickey. He gasped and wrapped his arms around Suguru’s head, pulling him in deeper.

“Asshole…” he whimpered, closing his eyes to fully enjoy this sensation. It hurt so good. The feeling of Geto biting just to get a rise of him was so hot.

Geto pulled back and wiped his mouth with his arm, admiring his work. A sloppy purple mark was forming against his friend's neck. And he wasn’t done. He pushed Satoru’s head to the left to get a better view of the skin before he bit down. He skipped the pleasantries and got straight into the meat of the exchange. Biting. He bit and sucked different spots, marking Gojo in a way that showed he was Suguru’s. And only Suguru’s

“F-fuck please…” Satoru whimpered, the biting sensation becoming too much. His skin was practically on fire. All he wanted was just Suguru rubbing against his huge swollen clit. Ever since he started testosterone he had become so sensitive that just touching it without any cover hurt. But he didn’t care. He needed to feel his big fingers.

“Desperate boy…” Suguru purred, pulling back to stare up at Satoru, “Why don’t I kiss those pretty lips?” Satoru nodded, his bottom lip jutting out from his pout. His best friend leaned forward and pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss. They had done this before, it was obvious. But never like this. It was never this hot. It was never this… good.

Suguru tilted his head and deepened the kiss, opening his mouth. Gojo let him do whatever he possibly could, just reveling in the taste of his best friend. The love of his life. His one and only. He moaned into the kiss, turning his head in the opposite direction as Suguru. They molded their mouths together in a perfect dance, with their tongues barely ghosting each other. Just tasting each other would be enough to make Suguru cum in his pants, if he was honest. He’d been wanting this for so long and now he had it, he was going to make sure Satoru wasn’t going to walk for the next few days.

Suguru pulled back from the kiss and pushed Satoru back, moving downwards to pull down his pants. His best friend didn’t fight it, in fact, Satoru helped him get those stubborn jeans off. There he was, a perfect pussy veiled by perfect pink underwear.

“Pink? Really?” Suguru looked up at him and smiled, running an index finger down the middle of his underwear to feel the wetness through the cloth.

“Sh..shut up,” he mumbled, looking away. A hazy blush filled his cheeks, creating a fuzzy feeling in his face where he couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re so wet. You want to be filled up so bad, huh? You want to be a daddy so bad?” Suguru teased, pressing two fingers down where he assumed the bottom growth was. He knew he was right when Satoru’s breath hitched and his head leaned back against the armrest of the couch.

“Please… Sugu..mm f-fuck,” Satoru whimpered, putting his own hand over the top of Suguru’s, pressing it down further.

“Patience is a virtue, Satoru,” he smiled, leaning down to become face-to-face with his pussy. Two fingers pulled the underwear to the side and god was he gorgeous. Suguru never found himself attracted to genitals before. But he couldn’t help but stare at this cunt. It was perfect. His labia was an outer one, which complimented his perfect bottom growth. He’d never eaten out someone with an outer labia until he met Satoru, and he’d never admit it but that was his favorite kind to eat out. He loved to feel the plush lips against his face as he sucked and licked, taking them all into his mouth or focusing purely on the engorged clit. It was … fun!

His long tongue escaped his mouth and licked up from the hole up to the clit, just to see Satoru’s reaction. He tensed and grabbed a fist full of Suguru’s hair, biting his lip to stop a loud noise from coming out. Suguru smiled and pressed his face into the cunt, eating away as if he was a man starved of this for centuries. He ate as if there was no tomorrow. As if this was his last meal. As if he’d never eat this again.

“F-Sugu! Mmm.. f.. s-shit,” Satoru yelped, arching his back forward. He curled inwards, before arching back and grinding his hips against the other's face. He knew exactly how to make him cum within seconds. He knew exactly how to make Satoru squirm and beg for more.

Suguru was hard beyond belief, so hard he began to lightly grind himself against the couch. Just anything to get off to the sound of Gojo’s perfect voice, raising an octave when he hit the perfect spot. Two of his large hands snaked around his hips, bringing him closer. He was glued to this cunt, sucking and licking until he couldn’t anymore. Oh, but he still wasn’t done. Even if Satoru was sensitive and even if he was to the point of passing out, Suguru would still go. He wanted to be milked completely dry from his best friend's perfect pussy.

“P..please,” Satoru moaned, leaning his head back and trailing one arm up his side. He traced up his own chest and grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, trying to grab anything to steady himself from this pleasure.

“Since you asked so nicely…” Suguru smiled, leaning back and using one hand to spread apart his folds, before sticking his tongue deep into his best friend's hole. While his tongue fucked Satoru, he relished in the taste. Then he pulled out to focus on his clit. Going back and forth and back and forth to satisfy his urges.

Satoru couldn’t keep the impending orgasm back any longer and he found himself cuming onto Suguru’s tongue within seconds of him performing this ritual on his cunt. But Suguru didn’t stop the dance with his mouth for a few more moments just to make him increasingly more sensitive.

“Dick…” Satoru murmured, closing his eyes gently.

“Just for you,” Suguru smiled and sat up, pressing a kiss on his friend's pubic bone before going to undo his own belt, “Let’s get to baby-making, Toru.”

Satoru opened one of his eyes and a lazy smile appeared on his lips as he watched his best friend's dick fall out from his underwear. Big and throbbing, leaking with precum just for him. If he had the strength, he’d run a hand over the shaft and start to fuck him with his hands. But he was starting to realize walking was going to be a challenge after today. The tip pushed against Gojo’s bottom growth, making him hiss at the sensation. Suguru knew what he was doing, taking his time and letting his dick graze up and down Satoru’s folds.

“M..meanie,” Satoru grabbed at his shirt again, raising it to show his chest. Scars ran along the top of his chest, edging down to his armpit. Then the same on the other side. Top surgery. He was so thankful he had it at that moment for the fact that wearing a binder while being fucked would be incredibly uncomfortable.

“What? You want me to thrust in there without letting you adjust? I’m not cruel…” Suguru cooed, placing one of his hands on Satoru’s stomach, “I want to feel you stretch to fit my cock… even if it takes a bit.” Satoru bit back a moan and nodded, feeling his friend push his dick deeper into him. First the head then slowly the shaft followed suit. God just the feeling of himself getting stretched was making him increasingly more aroused.

Then Suguru saw the small bulge forming on his stomach. Right where his meaty cock sat, was shown by protruding fat on his best friend's tummy. “Fuck… you’re gonna milk me, huh? Milk me dry, huh?” He slowly forced himself further in until the base was almost touching Satoru’s cunt, then he pulled back, then slammed forward.

Satoru gasped and reached his hand out for Suguru’s, grasping it tightly. Then he slammed his hips again and another whimper came out of the twink. His rhythm started slow and precise, but his tight walls were making it hard to concentrate. The urge to cum- the need to fill up Satoru was greater than any pleasurable feeling he’d experienced before. He wanted to make him pregnant and fill him with his own luscious seed. Who cares if people look? Who cares if some might find it weird? It didn’t matter to Suguru at all.

With that, he felt a pang of pleasure shoot up his cock and it twitched cumming into his best friend. He couldn’t even last two minutes with the thought of impregnating Satoru. Hot cum coated his friends' walls and made him squirm with pleasure. Being filled up was a feeling he never knew he needed, and doing the filling was a thing Suguru didn’t know he craved.

“Sugu.. mm.. we-we’re good..” Satoru mumbled, opening his blue eyes fully to stare up at his best friend. White eyelashes fluttered a few times and a few strands of hair fell overtop his forehead. How could he finish now? How could he finish without ruining him? He wanted Satoru to cry and beg for mercy. He needed it. Suguru… needed it.

“Toru… milk me,” Suguru murmured, leaning forward to be in more of a missionary pose. He rested himself atop Satoru and pressed his face into his friend's neck, “Please. Let me have this…” he looked up to find Satoru staring back at him. He nodded a few times and closed his eyes, giving Suguru all the permission he’d need.

With that, Suguru began to thrust again. But this time, he wasn’t taking any care to be slow or savor it. He’d already savored enough. Now it was rough and strong, less delicate or precise. His mouth found Satoru’s and pressed a long kiss to it. Opening his own mouth to search for Toru’s tongue. They found each other and met with an erotic dance, causing a deep moan to erupt from Suguru. He wasn’t very vocal in bed, as the white-haired male came to find out. He wouldn’t moan as much as he would groan and speak sweet nothings.

Now it was different. Now he needed to be loud. Now he desperately needed to be loud. Another moan came out, complimenting Satoru’s constant whimpers and whines. He was past the point of making a coherent sentence.

All he was spouting was nonsense like “Please fuck me Daddy” and “harder harder!!” Joking… it really sounded like:

“Mm.. s-sugu.. ah-hah.. fu..mmm ha..harder d-daddy.. f..fuck,” Satoru gasped and cried out, burrowing his head deep into Suguru’s neck. He bit down on the skin involuntarily, being so wrapped in pleasure he could barely stand to see. Suguru let out another groan, laughing breathlessly at this entire situation. He hadn’t expected this at all when Satoru had asked him to talk in the living room. And he hadn’t expected to want this so bad.

“Toru… f-fuck I love you.. god, I love you.. I love you..” Suguru started to moan, coming close to his own climax again, “Let’s mm- let’s have a baby,” he grunted, snapping his hips into Gojo’s cunt again.

Satoru in response babbled something along the lines of I love you, before he tensed and bucked his hips up. It was clear from his face and the tensing of his pussy he was cuming. It was too much for Suguru and he came as well. The two of them molded as one and rode out their highs on one another.

The two of them loved each other, and this was the first step in their new life together. Even if people stared. And even if it was strange to some. They didn’t care. All they needed were each other. I don’t know…. Mpreg can be sweet sometimes.

[venus-haze]

No Other Gods Before Me (Homelander x Reader)

Summary: Love is everything. Love is God. Homelander is love. Maybe you are, too. 

Note: Gender neutral supe reader, and no descriptors are used. Takes place in season 1 during the Believe Expo. Inspired by Starlight’s comment that she didn’t have a crush on Homelander growing up because “he was like Jesus or something.” I'm sorry it took me so long to write another Homelander fic! Do not interact if you’re under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 1k

Warnings: Extremely unhealthy relationship, power imbalance (unclear as to who, as the reader has unspecified psychic powers), warped elements of Christianity. Do not interact if you’re under 18.

Homelander saw them clear as day. The tears welling up in your eyes as you walked down to the baptismal pool. He barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes. For all of his pandering, he was never fond of religious types–especially religious supes. You should know better than to buy into this bullshit, a cheap substitute for simple minds that couldn’t comprehend the modern gods that put the miracles of every religious text to shame.

Still, he held out his gloved hand for you to take, and you did, gingerly, as if his physical presence would be too much to bear. 

Homelander had his fair share of admirers, but the reverent gleam in your eyes was nothing short of disarming. His name came from your lips in a soft, pious prayer before you hit the water.

You emerged from the chlorinated depths reborn, staring at him in a moment of blissful awe. “You are love,” you whispered, only loud enough so he could hear. And it stunned him. So much so that he couldn’t protest when you were ushered out of the pool, wet clothes clinging indecently to your skin. You disappeared with your fresh towel, and he resisted the urge to drown the rest of the devout in line to find you.

There was still time. Believe Expo wasn’t quite over yet. Surely you’d still be milling about, in some ridiculous prayer circle or buying one of the cheap trinkets the numerous grifters shilled. He’d never read the Bible, not all of it. Bits and pieces to understand what people were talking about, and a few feel-good verses up his sleeve for speeches and interviews. None of it made him understand what all of the fuss was about, anyway. Why his birthday wasn’t a months-long celebration, a cultural phenomenon. All Vought gave him was a TV special and a cake. It wasn’t the spectacular frenzy that people anticipated all year.

His fists clenched. 

He found a volunteer who didn’t look all that busy, and offered a selfie with them before asking a favor. People would do just about anything for him, regardless, but posing his demands as if they were helping him out tended to get things done faster. As soon as the words left his mouth, the volunteer set off to find you. He retreated to his dressing room, waiting impatiently for your arrival.

“Isn’t he wonderful?” you asked, your distant voice growing louder as you approached.

“Homelander’s the best,” the volunteer agreed.

“Don’t you feel it?”

“Feel what?”

“That warmth when you’re in his presence, something divine.”

“Well, he was chosen by God.”

“You don’t get it at all, do you,” you said, disappointment evident in your voice, just on the other side of his dressing room door.

He tried not to appear too eager when you entered, though you were in different clothes than before. Couldn’t expect you to spend the rest of the day walking around in soaking wet clothes, though part of him hoped you would.

“I knew we’d see each other again,” you said, not at all surprised by him summoning you.

He tilted his head, regarding you with suspicion. You didn’t seem like you were fucking with him, but he couldn’t be sure. “In the baptismal pool, you said I was love.”

You nodded. “Love is eternal. Love can conquer anything.”

“Love is God,” he said.

“I prayed to you, because I knew you could hear me,” you confessed quietly. “You’re the one.”

Your sincerity was genuine, the way your heart beat in time for him, tearful eyes glistening with an unprecedented devotion. Without an outstretched, gloved hand, he cupped your cheek, caressing it in his first act of blessing. Anointing you first. A ragged breath emerged from his parted lips. His dove, his lamb, his to guide and nurture the way these abstract figments couldn’t. You would be his Mary Magdalene, his Saint Paul, unceasingly devoted in your worship of him, proselytizing the good word to the masses. 

And why shouldn’t they worship him? Look at him with the same admiration and awe that you did? Power in the blood, his blood, to save and damn as he saw fit. After all, he didn’t need to die to offer salvation. No great sacrifices on his part to provide for those who were worthy. The sky had been empty when he explored it, all the way up past the atmosphere, farther than anyone could possibly go until he reached the vast emptiness of space itself and found himself alone. Homelander wasn’t an unknowable god. He walked among the masses, pandered to their sensitivities because he knew just how small and insignificant they were.

He’d read about the more extreme acts of devotion to gods in the past. Self-flagellation. Human sacrifice. Vows of poverty. Pathetic and desperate attempts to appease a supposedly powerful higher being who did nothing to help his people when they cried out for him. But Homelander was there. And just like you’d said, he could hear everything. He required so much less of people yet offered so much more. 

“You’re the only one who sees me for what I am,” he murmured. 

You nodded gently, your cheek rubbing against his glove. 

He leaned in to kiss you, and you reciprocated without hesitation, pressing your lips to his, allowing yourself unprecedented closeness with the divine. Consume and be healed, forgiven, saved. Kissing you felt purposeful, made his heart race and his brain feel fuzzy.

Warmth washed over him, and for a moment the suspicious part of him wondered if this divine haze was related to your powers. Something about being able to get into people’s heads, mess with their emotions. He wasn’t sure. There was no reason for you to be on his radar before the spiritual encounter.

When you whispered his name against his lips like a prayer, he nearly choked. Devout. Unconditional. He held onto you tightly, lips attached to yours in his own act of worship.

Love was everything. Love was God. Homelander was love. Maybe you were, too. 

[mikanotes]

so many furina fic ideas but most don’t include reader at all so… while i figure that out here’s something short furina x gn!reader angst!!! warnings 4.2 spoilers mentions of death and suicide kinda. this has a good ending if u know the archon quest tbh

Furina dances, her hands intertwined with yours, on an empty stage in an empty courtroom. The sound of water rising is audible, hitting the walls of Opera Epiclese with frightening strength.

You both hope and pray to an Archon who has not spoken a word to her people in five centuries to save you from your impending doom— Pray that all will be well in Fontaine, in spite of everything.

Your prayers are not the same.

Furina prays that the Prophecy spares you, for some unknown reason. She prays, selfishly, that you are cursed to never die, just as she is— That you will not leave her alone to cry on a throne that does not belong to her.

You pray that if your life comes to an end, she survives the loneliness. You pray to anyone that will listen to do anything that is destined to make Furina live a happy life, even if it kills anyone else in the process.

(Celestia does not listen. The Heavenly Principles were tricked, they are angry, and your God is killing herself.)

You dance, never spending a second without holding at least one of Furina’s hands, spinning and moving around the stage like everything is alright. Though, if everything was alright, the expressions on your faces would not be so terrified, and your hearts would not feel so heavy.

The song comes to an end, and all that remains is the harsh reality of the Propechy. Furina heaves a sigh, ignoring the tears sliding down her face.

“Tell me.” she says, “You— Who I trust wholeheartedly. Tell me, was I a good Archon?”

You stare at her eyes, before sighing. “The best.” you answer truthfully. “No one cares for their people the way you did. Especially when the people are so ungrateful.” that last part is quieter, but Furina gives you a look.

“Don’t say that.”

You hear the main door to Opera Epiclese break open, the sound of the water, and your end, coming closer at each passing second. You swallow thickly and grab both of Furina’s hands in your own.

“It’ll be alright.” you say, looking at her with wide eyes. Your hands are trembling and she can tell. She shakes her head no, trying to pull away from you.

“This isn’t a goodbye. Don’t make it sound like one.”

You don’t want it to be.

The doors to the room you stand in break and the sea rushes in. You wrap your arms around Furina and hold her as tightly as you can. “If it is, please know you did your very best.”

Furina imagined this scene at least a thousand times. Five hundred years is a long time, long enough to come up with at least a hundred operas and plays about the tragedies that could befall Fontaine. So this scene, she knows she has imagined at least once. But she is no actress in this play anymore. Her true identity, or whatever remains of it, is revealed. She is left to suffer as Furina, and not an Archon, and it somehow makes it all the more painful.

The water engulfs the entire room and she closes her eyes, not ready to face whatever happens next.

She changes her prayers.

Please just let this play have a good ending.

[geekforhorror]

it’s my birthday!! if it’s not to much trouble can I request a short fic with anakin abt birthdays?? Love ur work xoxo

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE <333

also i hope u don’t mind if the fic turned out to be longer :)

wish upon a star

pairing: rots!anakin x fem!reader

warning(s): none just fluff!

word count: 1.0k

It was the day Anakin had been waiting for. It was finally your birthday. He had been counting down the days ever since you told him when your birthday was when you met him two years ago. Unbeknownst to you, he had been looking the perfect gift to give you for months. Anakin went from shop to shop with no success and he felt hopeless. That was before he stumbled across a lovely clothing store with everything you liked. It had gorgeous sundresses, jewelry, and even nightgowns. He had been browsing the store trying to decide what would be the best present for a special girl like you. Then he found the answer to his unsaid prayers.

Hanging on the rack was a beautiful periwinkle colored satin nightgown with pearl straps that would drape over your shoulders. It was everything you liked in a dress and he knew it too. See, he had been taking notes on what styles and trends you had taken interest in for this exact moment. Anakin looked down at the dress and he knew it was the one. He takes the dress off the rack before heading toward the checkout counter. Anakin then lays the garment on the countertop for the cashier to scan.

“What’s the occasion, sir?” she asks him.

“It’s my wife’s birthday,” he says awkwardly.

“She must be a very special woman then,” she replies while slipping the garment in a fancy box to preserve its state.

“She is,” he says with a smile while she looks away for a second to figure out how much it would cost

“Alright sir, that’ll be 105 credits,” she confirms before he pulls out his card to insert in the credit machine. He hears pinging, letting him know that the payment went through. He couldn’t be happier. Even though the dress cost more than he originally thought it would, he didn’t regret spending his money on his special girl.

“Thank you ma’am,” he says to the lady.

“My pleasure… She’s going to love the dress,” she assures him before he walks away and out of the store. He knew he had to get home quick because he had more surprises waiting for you.

————

It had been an hour since he returned home from the store and he was multitasking as if his entire life depended on it. He had to make dinner, set the table, and change into his best attire. Everything had to be perfect for the night you guys would share together. After finishing cooking dinner, he placed the food on the fanciest plates you had and set it on the table right next to the mini candles and flowers he had bought before he arrived at your apartment. Everything was in place.

To his dismay, he heard the front door open and he saw you standing there looking more beautiful than ever if that was possible because you always looked beautiful. You were wearing a navy blue dress with the diamond necklace that he bought for you last year on your birthday. You didn’t have to dress up for your job today, but it was your special day for makers sake and you wanted to feel elegant. And you did. You must’ve looked elegant to have a man like Anakin Skywalker rendered speechless at the sight of you.

“Wow… you look… amazing,” he manages to sputter out nervously.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Skywalker,” you tease. You weren’t lying at all. He had changed into a modest black dress shirt and matching pants. You saw the way the shirt outlined and showed off his toned shoulders, but you weren’t complaining at all.

He walks over to you, taking in the sight of you once more to grasp the etherealness of your beauty.

“Allow me,” he says, now offering you his hand in which you take in a heartbeat.

“Such a gentleman,” you say with a childish like grin before walking over to the nicely decorated table in awe. ‘He did all of this for me,’ you thought to yourself.

“Ani… You shouldn’t have,” you stammered.

“Of course I had to, my love,” he reassures.

“You’re too good to me,” you say.

“You deserve it,” he says adoringly.

“I don’t know how I got this lucky,” you reply truthfully. You were being 100% genuine right now. He was your everything and you didn’t know what you would do without him in your life. Before you met him, you were lost in life and so was he, but then the two of you met and it was like it was meant to be.

“Neither do I. I mean, I get to spend the rest of my life with an amazing girl like you,” he says which practically has you blushing like a teenage girl. He hesitates for a second before pulling out a nicely decorated box with a bow wrapped around it, causing you to look at him in both awe and shock.

“I was going to wait until later, but I can’t wait any longer,” he says before handing the box over to you. “Go ahead, open it,” he says.

You look at him with a smile before opening the delicate package and removing the wrapping around the garment. Once you finally got down to the surface of the box, you took it out and realized what it was.

“Maker, Ani… It’s beautiful…” you trail, still in shock over the nightgown and its features.

“That’s why it’s so fitting, angel… because you are,” he says with a smile.

“I swear to maker, Ani… If you don’t get over here and kiss me right now, I’ll lose it,” you say, catching him off guard. He stands up and so do you before he kisses you softly on the lips. It was soft but also so intimate. Just the way you guys liked it. He had given you many things. Passion, happiness, gifts, but most importantly; his love. That was the best thing he could’ve ever given you and you couldn’t thank him enough for it. You were forever grateful for Anakin.

“I love you so much, sweetheart,” he softly whispers against your lips.

“I love you too,” you reciprocate while being lost in the kiss.

This was a birthday you would never forget.

[danikamariewrites]

hi i absolutely love your writing, like i go through ur page everyday, like i have my notifications on so everytime you post i click so fast 😩🤞like you’re a celebrity in my eyes and i get so giddy when you post.

I think i sent in a req w feysand x reader where they’re on the battlefield. They’re in formation and standing ready to attack. Reader sacrifices herself by using a hidden power that no one knows about, she rivals even rhysands power and no one expected her to have this much power. she winnows closer to their enemies and rhys and feyre screams for her to run back or get away. Reader looks at them with sorrow, love and determination a last time and let’s her power loose, oblitirating all of the enemies before the war even starts. By some miracle she survives but is so close to death and nesta saves her. Reader is unconcious for almost a week before she wakes up and they all talk and reunite, angst to fluff pleaseeeee🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

i don’t remember if i sent this in or if i’m bugging out but pls ignore if I already did🧎‍♀️❤️

Sacrifice

Feysand x reader

A/n: thank you anon, ur literally going to make me cry and boost my ego plz 😭🥹 I hope you like the fic

Warnings: angst, near death experience, fluff at the end

You heard Cassian calling for soldiers to fall in formation. Taking a deep breath you exit the tent you share with Feyre and Rhys. Your mates. Tears line your eyes as you think about this morning with them. How you’ll never see them again.

You send a prayer to the Mother, begging her to watch over them when your gone. You thought back to your conversation with Nesta last night.

“If something goes wrong I need you to help contain it.” Nesta shook her head in disbelief at your words. “Why have you never told anyone about your powers?” “I never had it under control. I pushed them down all my life but I think I can take them out.” The look Nesta gave you would send a normal person running. But you knew deep down that look meant she was scared for you.

“Y/n, what do I even tell them if they ask about your powers?” “I don’t know. I won’t ask you to lie for me. Can you tell them I love them, and that I’m sorry.” Nesta flings her arms around your neck, squeezing you to her body. “Just try. Try to live.” “I will.” You whispered against her chest.

You watch the soldiers hurrying to get in line on the ground and in the sky. Cassian’s red siphons glinted in the sunlight as you smiled sadly at him. Besides your mates and Nesta you’d miss Cassian the most. You two always had the best inside jokes.

You kneel on ground outside the tent, unsheathing your sword from your back and unlatch your shield. Lifting your sword you drive it into the hard earth and hang your shield from the hilt. You’re not going to need it. Besides, Rhys and Feyre would want to have it.

Making yourself unseen you weave in and out of the lines of soldiers until you make it to the front where your mates won’t see you. You stare down the line at them. They look so stoic and determined. They’ll get through this, they’ll win this war like they have before.

First is the magic. You let both sides do their thing, watching the world around you rumble with warring powers. The enemy side starts to slowly advance. Now is your opportunity.

You winnow to the middle of the battlefield. Rhys is banging on your mental shields, “What do you think you’re doing!” Slamming your sheilds up you push him out. The opposing side starts to run at you. Feyre let’s out a blood curdling scream and Rhys grabs her by the waist, keeping Feyre from running to you.

Turning to face them you see their distraught faces. You give them one last smile, sending love and adoration down the bond. You turn back to the army now sprinting at you. Digging your feet into the dirt you hold your hands out by your sides.

Closing your eyes you dove deep down into your power. You have been building it up for a year for this exact moment. To wipe what was left of Koschei and Hybern from Prythian. To show General Morgana she has nothing left but a useless cause.

A silvery-purple light flecked with swirls of night shine from your palms, then radiating from your entire body. You didn’t let go until the first soldiers were steps away. Realizing the mistake they made. The ground shook causing the soldiers to collapse but you stayed standing.

Locking eyes with General Morgana you saw her face contorted in shock and panic. You smirked at her. You let your power rip from your body. Violet night consumed the soldiers, ripping them limb from limb until they were nothing but ash on the wind.

You threw your power out as far as you could. Decimating more half of Morgana’s army. Good. Your mates would live.

Your power slowly faded around you. The beautifully grim night falling with you. You couldn’t feel anything. Not even the numbness that you were sure was taking over your limbs. All you knew was that you were falling. The trip to the ground beneath you feeling endless.

As your head bounced the last thing you saw was all out war, then nothing.

—

When the fighting was over Nesta was the first one off the battlefield. She came flying into your tent scaring the shit out of two young healers. They tried to ask Nesta to leave and she responded by basically growling. The poor females backed off letting Nesta kneel by your cot.

Madja’s apprentice, Adria, glared at Nesta over your body. Her signal to let Nesta explain what she was doing in here scaring her healers. “I can help.” Adria nodded.

Nesta laid her hands on your stomach, summoning her silver flames. Days ago the two of you discovered your magics complimented each other. Nesta could balance out your chaos. She felt your magic calming as soon as hers touched it.

Your shallow breaths changed to even one’s as your chest started visibly moving. Nesta let out a sigh of relief as she felt you come back from the brink of death. She slumped back on the floor and Adria announced that you were stable.

Feyre and Rhys shoved the tent flaps open, storming in ready to demand answers. Once they noticed the calm atmosphere Rhys immediately went to Adria asking her what was going on.

“She’s stable but won’t be up for some time. Y/n will need lots of rest given the amount of power she used. And you can thank Nesta, without her it would’ve taken us double the time to save her.” Feyre looked at her sister. Nesta didn’t know if she should be offended or not by the look of shock Feyre gave her.

Within the hour you were moved back to your room in the House of Wind. It was eight days by the time you finally woke up. Rhys and Feyre had tried to stay with you the whole time but they were needed around the city and dragged off to meetings on other courts.

Your eyes slowl6 blinked open as you took in the familiar sun lit room. Nuala entered with a tray in her hand dropping it immediately when she saw you sitting up. Soundlessly she ran off to alert Rhys and Feyre.

Minutes later you heard thundering footsteps racing down the hall. Your mates came to halt in the open doorway, silver lining their eyes. Without thinking Feyre launched herself at you, practically laying on top of you as she embraced you.

“You idiot! You stupid, stupid idiot! I’m so happy you’re awake!” She pulled back from you to look at your face. Hers looked like she hadn’t slept in days, worry lining her beautiful features. “Please never do that again. I don’t want to lose you,” Feyre quietly pleaded with you.

“Never,” you whispered. Rhys came into view, plopping down next to you in bed laying a smacking kiss on your cheek. Exhaustion was clear in his face as well. “Not to dampen the mood but we are going to have to talk about your powers.” Feyre smacked his arm. “Can you not kill the mood for five minutes?”

You giggled at your mates arguing. Using all your strength you snaked your arms around Feyre’s waist. Showing her it was ok to put her weight on you. Rhys ran his fingers through your hair and rested his lips on your forehead. Feyre tucked her face into your neck as you all sat in comfortable silence.

You’d have to thank Nesta when you were eventually allowed out of bed. This is just the start of their doting and mother hening. You didn’t mind though. You were just happy that you could be here to be doted on by your mates.

[bookishtheaterlover7]

a/n: Hey, everyone! This is my very first fic in an extremely long time(like 5 - 6 years long). And honestly, I'm nervous to post because this really is the very first time, I've ever written for Lloyd Hansen. I just hope y'all like it.

Lloyd Hansen x Reader

word count: a lot(?)

WARNINGS: Lloyd torturing(not the reader), brief mention of electro shock, torture and death, manipulation, slight cursing, dark!Reader and semi-dark!Lloyd(he's kind of soft for Reader). I don't know how to rate this, so to be safe, MINORS DNI!!!

Enjoy!

*Y/H/C = Your Hair Color

**C/T/B/C/Y = Color That Best Compliments You

Lloyd was doing one of his favorite activities in the world, torture. And no, not the kind that brings an earth-shattering pleasure to his partner. This type of torture is done when one needs information. Wherein, the unwilling recipient has had his wrists and ankles bounds to a wooden chair, his body convulsing and reacting to every electrical wave that was pushed into his body. To his relief, the shocks came to a slow and steady stop, which lead to his torturer leaning down to his level, looking like an eager cat.

"Wasn't that just fun, Ram? Huh? Now, tell me what I want to know, and this all ends..." Lloyd said, punctuating each word with a slow, lazy drawl, as he keeps his hand on the switch of the device, almost teasingly playing with it. Deep blue eyes gleaming with a dangerous sparkle. A subtle threat.

"I told you, I don't know!" Ram continued to say. Trying so desperately to hang on to his deniability in all of this. Praying to any god above that someone would help him escape this hell.

"Oh, Ram... Shame... And I was beginning to like you..." Lloyd sighed, adjusting himself on his stool across from Ram, his fingers twitching, ready to flick the switch once more. Sending more unending shocks to Ram's weakening body.

Maybe there is a god, when the sound of a ringing phone broke the intense silence of the basement, answering Ram's silent prayers.

"What did I say, about LEAVING YOUR DAMN PHONES ON WHILE I'M WORKING?!?!" Lloyd shouted, standing up and slamming his fist way too close to the device on the table next to him.

"It's your phone, Sir." One of his goons, who was keeping guard, replied.

"Who is it?" Lloyd asked, his voice containing a dangerous note, towards the end.

"The big boss, Sir." Another goon, who was standing close to the tray that contained Lloyd's phone, answered.

"I'll be right back..." Lloyd told his prey, lightly, almost playfully, tapping Ram's cheek, causing him to flinch away.

Lloyd swaggered away, grabbed his phone, and headed into the next room, signaling to most of the goons to follow him, and leaving two to keep a firm eye on Ram.

Half delirious, Ram's vision was blurry. It has him blinking several times to try and clear it, which didn't really do much. But that didn't stop him from noticing a slowly approaching figure. This figure wasn't what he'd expected in a place like this.

She had flowing *Y/H/C, dressed in a **C/T/B/C/Y dress, that caught his attention, even with his worsening eye sight, for it complimented her skin perfectly. The sweet combination, making her seem like an angel in this hell.

She offered comfort and relief the second she placed the cool, soft, rag on his sweaty forehead. Forcing a groan of relief out of his chapped lips, his body sagging at the small semblance of relief.

"You don't deserve to be treated like this... Lloyd's always too harsh on his victims." She sighed, regret and sympathy oozing off of every pore of her words, as the rag continued it's purpose of relaxing Ram. Along with her gentle touch on his temple, to keep his head from sagging. He felt safe.

"And he never lets up! Even when I tell him it's too much for me. That I can barely stomach it!" She continued, her voice gaining an edge, before quickly disappearing, letting her care continue, with her soft look resuming, even when Ram didn't notice the change.

"I don't think he's going to let up anytime soon." Ram groaned, fatigue settling into his bones.

"He wasn't always like this. I grew up with this sweet boy, but he turned into this monster sometime in college. Forever changed..." She cried, a slight shake and hiccup in her words.

"I love him, I really do. With everything I am, but I don't think I can stay here much longer." Her voice barely a whisper, almost like she's scared to say it out loud. This gave Ram an idea, one that might just save the package he was tasked to deliver, before he was taken.

"I loved someone once too... she left before I could convince her to stay. But a good friend told me where to find her, as long as I agreed to deliver the package I arrived here with. The address is on it!" Ram exclaimed excitedly, nearly scaring his saving grace.

"If you can find that package and take it to my love, I will gladly die a happy man... I don't care what Lloyd Hansen does to me, as long as she gets it, and know that I did everything in my power to get it to her." He continued, looking at her with such earnest, it almost made her feel pity. Almost.

"I just might be able to. Lloyd will be busy tonight, it'll be the perfect chance for me to escape. And, oh, I wouldn't want to bring bad news to your love... it would be so tragic for her to know that you died trying to get her what she needed." The angel gasped, desperately grasping Ram's trapped hand.

"It would be an honor for me to die knowing that package arrived safely." Ram repeated, looking at his angel right in her eyes, which seemed to soften and convince her.

"Alright, I'll do it..." She said, leaning in and giving Ram one last touch of comfort, for she knew he doesn't have long.

Lloyd made his way up to his bedroom, several floors up in his castle. Upon entering, he sighed out the long day, removing his jacket and placing it on the chair in front of the desk. He made his way to his bed, ready to sink into his goose down comforter, and sleep.

But before he could, his eye caught the odd shape of a beaten up box on his nightstand. He slowly sat up, and let out a small chuckle, as soon as he realized what the box was exactly.

"Should've known you'd find a way to get the information, I couldn't, Babe." He scoffed, amused, and knowing exactly who left it.

"Wasn't hard. A few gentle touches here, a sob story here, and he was so willing to risk trusting me. Shame really... I kinda liked him." Y/N, aka Angel, said from her seat on the darkest corner of the room. Turning on the the lamp by pulling its string, before standing up, and running her hands over her skirt, smoothing it down.

Lloyd got up to meet her halfway, wrapping his strong arms around his girl, leaning down to place his forehead against hers.

"You really are something, Kitten..." He sighed, his eyes shining with adoration, even in the dim light of their bedroom.

"Something as unhinged as you, definitely." She grinned, leaning in to kiss her Lloyd, before jumping into his arms.

He carried her across the room before breaking the kiss.

"Hang on, how did Ram die so quickly? I set that device to a semi dangerous level..." Lloyd asked, brows scrunching in confusion.

"Oh, sorry, Honey... I guess my hand must have slipped!" She smiled innocently.

Her smile drew her love back to her, knowing she was his match, in every way.

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I have been sick and crampy and PMSy the last like six days, but today I woke up and feel like a whole new human.

Here's a snippet from my Eddie goes to confession fic. I restarted it after the last episode and I am very please so far with it, even if it's extremely introspective and I'm kind of using it as my own therapy.

The front doors to the church are heavy and when he opens them and steps inside he’s suddenly 5 attending his youngest sister's baptism. It’s important, that’s what Abuela says as she sits with him in a pew at the front of the church, the scent of incense that is no longer burning making him sneeze.  And he’s 8 taking his first communication and not really understanding what it means, only that it’s important. That eating this stale, dry cracker is supposed to change something inside of him, but he doesn’t feel different.  And he’s 13 the Bishop is dipping his thumb in the oddly sweet smelling chrism and saying “be sealed with the gift of the Holy Spirit” and Eddie is saying Amen. This is the moment where he’s supposed to be choosing to commit himself to God, but he didn’t have a choice of being here, not really.  And he’s 18, freshly graduated from high school watching as Shannon walks down the aisle toward him in a hand-me-down wedding dress, the bump of her stomach just barely starting to show. His suit is too big and too small at the same time. The smell of sale church air, of dying flowers and decades of prayers breathed out to a god Eddie isn’t sure exists feeling like a vice around his neck.  And he’s 26 carrying the casket of the only woman he's ever loved, the smell of burning frankincense tickling his nose and prickling at his eyes even though he hasn’t cried, not since the hospital.  And he’s also 31 standing in the doorway of an empty church that he’s never been to before but has somehow been in a hundred, maybe a thousand times. Because that’s the thing about catholicism - it never really leaves you. It burrows deep, into the very marrow of your bones and leeches the life out of you if you let it.  It riddles you with guilt for sins you haven’t committed. It tells you that you were born a sinner and you’ll die a sinner and every moment in between should be spent in penance. That unless you follow the church’s teaching exactly you’re condemned to an afterlife in hell. That anyone who doesn’t accept the church is condemned even if they’re the best person to ever exist. It doesn’t leave you - it chokes you and makes you hate yourself. It’s made Eddie feel like less than for his entire life and when he takes in the first lungful of air he can taste thirty some years of guilt on his tongue.

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Toji was a genius, or maybe it was you that was just a little fucking stupid. You were convinced that it wasn't cheating when you would sneak around behind Megumi’s back to suck his dad’s dick behind closed doors.

He would convince you that he wasn’t just some 40 something year old man perving on his son’s 19-year-old girlfriend and that you were just "practicing" new things, that he was just the best dad in the whole wide world for "teaching you how to be the perfect girlfriend" for his poor old innocent son. 

So you'd let him show you how to drag your tongue flat against the underside of his dick, how to massage his balls with just the right amount of pressure that had his eyes rolling and hips shifting farther into your grasp, how to twist your wrist just the right amount, and if you were lucky, you might even get a praise or whimper or two out of him. 

He had been training you for months after Megumi made the first mistake of introducing you to him and seeing your doe-eyed glance staring up at him and giving him that stupidly cute little smile.

You'd get too comfortable spending the night bouncing around on your heels, parading yourself through the halls of his home like a Christmas gift waiting to be unwrapped, thinking you were the only one in just one's home, leaving you in Megumi's shirts and pants to cover your figure. 

It's not like you were doing it to purposely get his attention, thinking his old ass wasn't home. Toji was as usual too busy taking another shift, hiding away from his family, and drowning himself in his work, while your boyfriend was too busy on his PS4 gaming with his friends to pay attention to you.

You were both very wrong. The same night, your panties were pushed aside with your thighs pressed against your chest while Toji didn’t even bother to cover your poor little whimpers.

In fact, it seemed like neither of you really cared as you moaned out his name like prayers despite Megumi just being down the hall.

You were just so alluring without even trying that you would come crawling to him any moment that you would usually spend trying to entertain yourself while Megumi sat in his own world while his girlfriend was busy in his dad's bedroom, kneeling between Toji’s thighs, fisting a handful of your braids, guiding you until he would hit the back of your throat.

And you would take it because Toji was just being a good teacher, and who are you to reject a free lesson?

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Look, I said it was going to be a slow burn, and I just know that Aemond is a slut for torture.

Chapter 13: Iksā ñuhon

Daemon continued to read to you until you felt your eyes begin to droop. You were feeling exhausted from your restless night, your body feeling heavy.

Your eyes had slowly slid shut when you felt a soft hand touch your shoulder gently, opening your eyes, your father was crouched in front of you.

“I think you should retire for the night, though your brothers will be disappointed if you don’t join us for dinner this evening.”

You stretched your legs out, yawning and blinking your eyes to focus them. Even your father looked tired. 

“I will join you all this evening then.” You replied, slowly standing up, knees popping as you did.

Once stood, you stretched your back, your spine pulling, feeling stiff after being curled up in the same position for what felt like years.

“Well then, we best get to dinner now.” He reached his hand out to you.

“Now?” Confusion lacing your voice. You felt as though you had only just closed your eyes.

“Yes, you seemed utterly enthralled by my poetry that you fell asleep at once. I did not wish to be scathed by the sleepy dragon and left you to it.” Reaching out he moved a strand of your hair back behind your shoulder, “After all you look like you have been visited by the Stranger today.”

You scrunch your face up, yawning once more. You must have slept on that chair for hours, but you had needed the rest.

“Come, Princess of Sleep. Our Queen awaits us.” And with that he took your arm, walking you side by side through the now darkened halls to their chambers. You arrived, still linked by each other's arms.

Your mother looked to you from her seat at the table. She wore a red dress this evening and her hair was pulled back into many different braids, all twisting and turning to the back of her head. You brother Jacaerys sat next to her, calmly collected, wearing red and black, giving you a small yet warm smile.

“You look like you’ve slept the day away.” Your mother joked, Lucerys on the opposite side of her giggling, his eyes dancing with delight.

“She has.” Your father confirmed, “Can you believe the manners of our daughter? I was reading and she slept the entire way through. You would think I was Alicent saying a prayer to the Seven.”

Princess Rhaenyra giggled, looking down at her plate whilst Lucerys barely contained his mirth.

“Perhaps she was kept awake all night?” Jacaerys tone dampened the joyous atmosphere, despite it being at your expense.

“I slept just fine, thank you. Though I find myself growing tired of the same walls and halls.” You responded, giving your brother an irritated look.

“Does that mean you will take me flying soon?” Your little brother beamed, a smile stretching across his face, cheeks rosy. You walked to the table and sat beside him as your father seated himself next to Jace.

Lucerys' excitement was contagious.

“Of course! You have been patiently waiting and I have been almost dying to take you.” 

There was food already upon the table, meats and vegetables as usual, with wine and ale in large decanters in the centre of the round table. There was fruit on the outside of the meats and gravies of all kinds in small serving bowls. 

You began to serve yourself as did the others and slowly began to eat together. Your brothers shared their adventures of training together in the yard once more and their rediscovery of the secret passages in the walls.

Your father recalled that he would meet your mother on occasion in those very same passages, to which she quickly changed the subject, warning us to not use them or tell anyone of them lest it be an emergency. 

You sipped from your wine and smiled. Your family was back where they belonged and it suddenly felt like how it used to. Conversations ebbed and flowed and laughter was shared. Times like these were most important to you, your family was everything, and every moment spent together was precious. 

You asked your mother if she had been spending very much time with Alicent and she recounted the days spent with the Queen Consort. There was still a level of uncertainty on the reason for the Queen's sudden change in behaviour. 

“May we be excused to go to the Dragon Pit?” Jacaerys interrupted.

Your mother looked to him then to you. 

“Of course, but no flying, it is far too late now.”

“We won’t mother.” Your brother replied for you, standing to kiss your mother on her cheeks and bowing to your father. 

"Can I go?" Lucerys asked excitedly.

"You stay here with mother and Prince Daemon." Jacaerys replied.

"Why?" Lucerys asked, now agitated by his eldest brother.

Jacaerys paused, your parents watching him closely as he thought out his response. Though he only paused for two seconds, it felt longer.

"I need to ask y/n about womanly things.... For Baela." A blush rose on Jacaerys face.

Oh.

"Its okay, Luc. We wont be flying tonight, and I made a promise to you." You smiled gently.

You wondered in that moment what Jace could possibly want to ask you. Surely he could have gone to mother before you? Or perhaps he wanted to ask something more... intimate.

Lucerys resigned and simply nodded at you, a curt smile on his face. You could tell that he was disappointed and it made your heart pang with hurt. Yet, you would respect Jacaerys request and not argue.

You stood from the table and bid everyone a goodnight. Smiling once more brightly at Luc, who reciprocated it more enthusiastically. You hoped that Jacaerys talk would not be too uncomfortable.

As you made your leave, you kissed your mothers face, and whilst passing your father you placed your hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to kiss the top of your hand and picked up his goblet of wine.

Once outside the room you turned to your brother, “What's wrong?” You ask.

“I needed to talk to you, besides mother needs rest.” He answered quickly, hands by his side awkwardly. His posture made him look as if he was waiting for a shadow to jump out from the walls to attack.

“What did you need to talk to me about that you could not in front of them?”

“Has he come to you again?” He blurted, voice hushed as you walked past servants.

“This? Jace please, no. I can take care of myself if he were.” You huffed, reaching out to hold his hand, swinging it as you walked.

“You worry far too much!” You added reaching your other hand to stroke his cheek.

“There is something wrong with him.” He growled.

“Oh I am sure, but he would not harm me. I know this now.” You assured him.

“Now?”

“Yes,” You quickly cover, “For if he were to do anything, would he not have done it by now?”

Your eldest brother hummed, “I suppose so.”

“How is Baela?”  

Your brother was a good man, and tended to his betrothed diligently, making the effort to ensure her happiness. Anyone would be lucky to be engaged to him.

“She is wonderful, though I feel she senses the tension here. I think it has put her on edge.”

“Dont you worry about that, it will all be ok. I promise.”

“She is very fond of you. She speaks of you often.” He chirped.

“Me?”

“Yes. You have always been kind to her, though you are the eldest.”

“Well, she is my sister. I feel the same. She is very clever, a force to be reckoned with. She is very much like Daemon.”

Giving a small chuckle he looked down blushing, “She already is.”

You nudge his shoulder playfully. Walking together down beneath the sept all the way to the Dragon Pit. There were many stairs to walk, and the deeper you got, the colder and darker it was.

You felt goosebumps raise on your skin, the torches on the walls the only source of light. Reaching out to the side, you pulled a large torch from the wall as your brother did the same holding the flame in front of you as continued to trek down below. 

The crackling heat of the flame caressed your face and you walked forward. The soft sound of your footfall gently echoing through the passage.

Coming out of the stairs you walked through a winding tunnel that came to an open room. Sȳndor’s familiar rumble becoming louder as you walked further in. 

You walked further and further until finally you saw the entrance of the pit, a large caved opening up to outside.

“Sȳndor.” You call out softly, hearing a deeper purr in response. 

You felt the ground vibrate with movement and the sound of scratching along the floor. A deep chirp coming from outside of the pitch black pit.

You slowly stretched out the torch in front of you, the roof above dimly illuminated with the growing flame. The further you walked, the lighter it got. The glow from the moon illuminating the world outside. 

“Iksan vaoreznuni, Sȳndor.” (I am sorry, Sȳndor.) You called out into the open air, a deep rumbling heard in response. 

Your brother stood far behind you, still in the entrance of the tunnel. Your father had told you all of your older dragon's temper, his grumpiness increasing with every day. Your bond so strong, that he must have sensed the anxiety and fear of the week.

“Drakari pykiros, Tīkummo jemiros, Yn lantyz bartossa, Saelot vāedis,” (Fire breather, Winged leader, But two heads, To a third sing.) You sang out into the darkness, calling Sȳndor to come to you. 

A loud rumble surrounds you, large flames pluming from his mouth, the reflection of flames on his shiny black scales broke through the darkness.

Sȳndor’s large snout came towards you, rumbling coming from deep in his chest. His nose sniffed at the air, pupils dilated as he watched you.

The large black dragon stood outside of the pit near the entrance, waiting for your presence. Like Vhagar, his sheer size prevented him from entering the pit at the Red Keep, the caves walls not being big enough to withhold the large fire breather.

“Oh, ñuha gevie, Sȳndor.” (Oh, my beautiful, Sȳndor.) You whispered as he rumbled back, his large horned head turning slightly to look at you.

Sȳndor’s large fiery eyes stared at you, cat like pupil expanding and thinning with focus. Opening his mouth he let out a piercing shriek, walking further into the torch's light towards you near the entrance, large black talons shaking the earth with every step.

You moved into the darkness holding your hand out, touching the front of his snout, stroking him softly.

Sȳndor was one of the largest dragons in the world. Not much smaller than Vhagar, he towered over all others. His talons were larger than a horse and his mouth was full of razor sharp teeth. Some called him Balerion the Black Dreads brother.

Much like Caraxes, Sȳndors face was horned, giving his large head a sharp and jagged shape. His scales were a deep and dark black that shone in the light.

Despite his size, he flew gracefully, his muscular body propelling him into the air with ease and almost silently. A true apex predator. 

“Gevie, gevie Sȳndor.” (Beautiful, Beautiful Sȳndor) You called, placing the torch on the ground behind you. 

Reaching both hands up, you held onto the side of his face, pushing your body against it to hug against him. He was so large that you were just barely bigger than one of his teeth, which sat sharply in his pitch black mouth.

His soft purring rumbles echoed back into the pit, and you heard a deep sigh behind you. Turning your head back you saw your brother come out from the tunnel, finally standing outside of the caves mouth with you.

“Emagon ao issare sȳrī?” (Have you been well?) You asked the great beast who rumbled in response, leaning into your body pushing you off balance. 

Giggling you placed a kiss to his face and leant your forehead against him, closing your eyes. 

“I am okay, Sȳndor.” You whispered.

“Jikagon ipradagon.” (Go eat.) You commanded softly.

You roughly pet him, fingers rubbing against his smooth black scales. Stepping back, you bent down to pick up the torch, his golden and red eyes following your every movement.

The large dragon chirped happily at you as he looked at you. Pushing his head towards you, he snorted a puff of air around you, eyes focusing on your feet, scanning the rest of your body. 

Standing with the torch you lean towards him, rubbing your hand against his strong neck, patting it hard. Sȳndor let out another rumble and slowly turned away, body drawing back into the open space. Every step made the ground rumble and you could hear the shrieks of the other dragons from deep within the pit, responding to the King of Dragons presence. 

Turning around you saw your brother staring at you, you huffed out a laugh.

“What?”

“You truly have a gift. Prince Daemon could barely get close to him without being burnt to a crisp. Your bond is immovable.”

You laugh once more and walk back to your brother. “Was there a reason you needed to come with me? Or was this an excuse to escort me around.”

A blush rose on his face, “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t become a meal for a very old, very grumpy dragon.”

“The only very old, very grumpy ‘dragon’ around here is Daemon.” You giggled.

“Now that it is someone I do not wish to scathe.” Jacaerys laughed. 

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