#fuck i have to get up early so i need to go to bed

[sttoru]

OKAY IK YOU JUST DID SATORU BUT BOOBOBSESSED!TOJI PLEASE !!

 𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. husband!toji fushiguro x wife!female reader. smut, pwp. mention of bôōb job, m. māsturbation. brēast play. reader gets called ‘doll, girl’ not proofread

“tojiiii, i just came home,” you whine as the black-haired man lifts you up and brings you over to the couch the second you step into your shared apartment.

it’s become a part of your daily routine at this point. every time you come home, you’re put on the couch or bed and your clothes come off. it doesn’t necessarily have to lead to sex—sometimes your husband does it to comfort you and relieve your stress (and his).

“yeah, i know, doll,” toji responds in a gruff voice. he lifts your shirt up over your head and leaves chaste kisses on your shoulders and collarbone, “jus’ let me take care of you, ‘kay?” you can feel his stubble, making you realise that he did not shave. not that you’re complaining.

in fact, you’re the one who told him that you prefer it when he has a little stubble. it’s so sexy on toji—especially during the early mornings, when you wake up next to him, his muscular body on full display with that lazy look in his eyes. it makes you drool every time.

you hum shortly in agreement. toji licks a strip over your collarbone before swiftly undoing your bra. he watches your tits bounce free from their confines and he groans, feeling his cock swell in his boxer shorts already.

“been needing to suck on those,” he sighs. he shamelessly attaches his lips to your nipple, tongue flicking out to taste your plump flesh. it’s an addiction at this point. not a day goes by where toji doesn’t leave your breasts alone.

he either has to knead them while he watches a show or lazily suck on them while you cuddle. he can’t help it—your tits are just a delicious treat he wishes to indulge in every second of the day. even when toji is out of the house, images of your perfectly round chest keep him from focusing on the road ahead.

hell; one time toji even had to pull his car to the side so he could quickly palm himself through his boxers, simply because of your tits. he had one of his hands under his pants and the other held his phone, scrolling through pictures that captured your bust well.

“fuck,” toji curses under his breath. he groans with nearly every suckle, his eyes closed like he’s experiencing euphoria. you run your fingers through his hair, your back arching off the couch a little. your husband massages your other breast, his tongue quickly circling your swollen nipple like a touch starved man, “mh, can’t stop. fuckin’ delicious. wanna keep on suckin’ em.”

toji pinches your other nipple which causes you to moan loudly. it’s like your stress is quite literally being sucked out of your body. every suckle motion makes you relax even more in his embrace.

“babe, i need t’ make dinner,” you mutter between soft whimpers. you know it’s futile saying that—toji is not going to let you go. once he’s got you, he’s keeping you for the rest of the day.

the black-haired man rolls his eyes at your words while he’s actively sucking on your tit. he looks up at you before detaching his lips from your hardened nipple. there’s a wet spot of his saliva left over your chest.

“no need,” toji rasps, kissing the valley of your breasts. his dick twitches at the thought of being sunk between your tits, his cum shooting from the tip and coating your breasts and face white. “got my dinner right here,” he sighs and wraps his lips around your other nipple.

you moan at the stimulation. you tug at toji’s hair from the pleasure, your hips bucking up to grind against that hard bulge that’s been pressed between your thighs since the beginning. your husband hisses at the contact and bites on the sensitive nub.

“easy, girl,” toji growls, his eyes darkening with lust, “just a little more, mhm? i’ll give it to ya real good after.” he’s nearly going insane from the sensations. his hips grind back slowly against your core while his face is buried against your tits. the pair is getting equal attention, either from his lips and tongue or skilled fingers.

the pleasure is unending. you want nothing more than to return the favor to your lover, but with how things are going, that’s going to take a while. you’re going to need to pry toji away from your tits; he won’t leave them on his own free will.

if it was up to him, he’d live there forever, right between your tits.

[monstersflashlight]

Commission for @lynnistired Hope you like it! <3

Request: Were-rabbit x human I'm in love with your were-rabbit stuff and I want you to have full creative freedom!

Date a were-rabbit they said...

Were-rabbit x fem!human || rut, oral sex, lowkey CNC, dirty talk, praise kink

When you started dating your were-rabbit boyfriend everything was peachy. He was the cutest and most adorable guy you’ve ever met. His fur was extra soft, and his long fluffy ears fluttered adorably every time he got flustered. You fell for him fast. And he fell for you hard. You two were in love, and everything was wonderful.

The first time you two fucked you were surprised by his stamina, he made you cum three times before he got to his own release. You were on cloud nine about it. He was a gentle lover and it was overall a fun experience. But little by little he started showing more of himself, more of his never-ending stamina, more of his dominant tendencies. A part of you was awoken.

You didn’t know that about yourself. You didn’t know you liked to be called a good girl until he said it and you came. You didn’t know you had a thing for dominant guys until your adorably were-rabbit boyfriend turned into a sex crazed dom. And good Goddess if it didn’t make you hot for him. At first it was a bit of praise kink, a bit of spanking and a lot of ordering around. You ate that up. He made you feel naughty and desired and so fucking aroused you lost your mind to it.

But even then, even after having crazy sex, dominant sex, kinky sex… Nothing prepared you for the first time he had a rut.

You arrive home early, Wednesday are slow days. He’s nowhere to be seen, but you guess he’s still at work. You send him a quick text telling him to get some supplies from the store. He answers telling you he can’t, he has a problem and would be home soon. You start texting him frantically, worried sick about him. He says nothing, just sends some cryptic emojis and leaves it at that.

“Honey, I’m here. You need to run,” his voice is frantic and has an edge to it that you can’t identify. He looks you up and down and his ears stand up, twitching at every breath you take. Your heart starts beating fast.

“What do you mean?” You ask, looking at him worriedly.

He breathes deeply and slowly says: “I’m entering my rut and you need to be out of here.” You look at him confused, not really knowing were-rabbits had a rut. You thought that was a thing only werewolves had.

“Wha- why?” You try not to sound too hurt, but you don’t succeed.

“I- I don’t know if I would be able to control it, I don’t want to hurt you. Please, go. Go stay with your friend, I’ll call you when it’s over.” His voice is pleading and you want to give in, but you love him, you two can get through it together.

“No. I’ll stay,” you tell him, stubborn. You don’t tell him you are a getting turned on by the idea of him not being able to control himself around you. “I can take it. I can take you.”

His eyes are filled with heat and worry. “Are you sure? It’s going to be very intense,” he warns.

You don’t think about it too hard before you are nodding. “Yeah. I’m sure.” He tries to argue but you don’t let him, pulling your shirt and sports bra over your head in a second, exposing your breast. His gaze zeroes on them instantly, his ears twitch some more as your heartbeat speeds.

“Take your clothes off and wait for me on the bed. I need to calm down a bit before I do something I’ll regret.” The danger in his voice makes your pussy tingle. He smells the air and grunts, pointing to the room as he turns around to stop staring at your tits.

You ran all the way there and you aren’t even on the bed when his arms go around your middle and he pulls you against his furry chest. He wastes no time, pinching and rolling your nipples as you try to get your panties down your legs. You are almost done when he pushed you on the bed and jumps over you.

“I love you,” he says, but there’s an edge to it. You whimper, your pussy getting wetter by the second, his rough paws touching your face softly. It lasts just a second before his eyes turn dark and you know there’s nothing adorable about him anymore.

He positions himself over your chest and pulls on your hair, making you arch your neck to the right angle. His erection is right there, hitting you on the cheek as he takes it in his hand. He passes it around your face, marking you with his precum as he tells you how pretty you look under him. You preen at his praise, smiling up at him.

“Open your mouth for me.” You comply immediately, pushing your tongue out and looking up at him with your softest eyes. He growls at you and pushes his dick inside your mouth. As soon as he’s all the way in, you groan and he pulls harder on your hair.

Game’s on.

He fucks your mouth at the speed of light, his hips moving so fast you are lost in the hypnotizing movement as you feel his cock slide in and out of your throat so fast you lost sense of anything around you. He stops every once in a while and lets you breathe, but it’s not nearly enough. “I wish you could see yourself right now, lips wrapped around my shaft, tears rolling down… You look beautiful.” Your brain is fuzzy by the time he cums down your throat. You think he’s going to stop, but he keeps fucking in and out of your open mouth as you choke lightly on him.

His cum tastes bitter in the back of your throat, but you barely register it before he’s coming again. “You look perfect like that. Open for me, dripping wet. Your mouth feels so good,” he praises. You groan around his shaft when he leans back and forces your legs open, slapping your pussy with his whole hand and making your eyes roll back into your skull. “That’s it. So wet for me, so needy. Yes. Good girl.” You groan around his shaft, his words turning you on even more. “I’m going to fuck you so many times you won’t know where my dick ends and your pussy begins. Do you want that?” He doesn’t let you answer, pushing his dick all the way down your throat again. “Of course you do. You are a naughty girl for me.” You groan around his erection, he keeps fucking your mouth restlessly, drool and tears mix on your face as he takes his pleasure out of you, his hand softly massaging your clit. It’s not nearly enough.

He comes down your throat again. “You took a few loads already, such a good girl for me.” He pulls out and you miss him already, your brain fuzzy with arousal. “I’m going to use your tight pussy now, do you want that?” You try to nod, but he grabs your hair again. “I don’t care. I’m going to fuck your wet hole either way and you are going to love it, aren’t you?” You whimper as he chuckles. He never acted so cruelly around you, but god goddess if it’s not doing it for you.

He moves as fast as lightning, pulling you up the bed and positioning his still hard dick over your opening. “Don’t forget to scream my name.” That’s the only warning you get before he’s fucking you faster and harder than a machine. Like the rabbit he is.

He cums so fast you can’t even process it. But he keeps going. That happens so many times you lost count of how many times he comes and you come. It’s like a never ending orgasm for both of you. It’s so good and so intense you start to lose your mind a little bit.

You don’t know how much time passes before your pussy feels overused, oversensitive. You can’t take it no more. “Stop, please, stop. I can’t…” You try to beg, tell him to stop, even use your mouth again if he wants to, but you need a breather. You need him to stop fucking your poor abused pussy. You feel so full with his come and so completely used, the pain and pleasure mix completely at every one of his thrusts.

He looks down at you and wipes away your tears with his thumbs, a tender gesture even though he doesn’t stop. “One more, baby, just one more.” You aren’t sure you can comply, you can’t even move anymore.

“I- I can’t,” you cry, so spent already. He keeps fucking in and out of you, coming every few minutes and filling you with a new load. His cum gushes around his shaft, there’s probably a mess under you, but he doesn’t seem to be thinking of stopping anytime soon.

“Yes, yes you can. You are doing so good for me.” You cry out his name as you come once more and look at him pleadingly to stop.

But he lied.

He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stop for what feels like days but probably are just a dozen hours. You pass out at times, you cum so much you think you are going to die from it. But he keeps going. Fucking rabbit stamina.

Date a were-rabbit they say. He would be cute they say… But they don’t tell you about the frantic fucking. Or the nerve-rending stamina. Or the rut. Nobody tells you about their rut. And good Goddess you suffer from it… But you’d offer yourself to spend it with him again and again and again…

[erwinsvow]

hii shea idk if someone has already made this type of request if that's the case please ignore me but i can't stop thinking about shy!reader absolutely cock drunk asking for the first time rafe to fuck her raw and the question caught him so off guard that he felt feral and dizzy, his composure slipping away just wanting to please his sweet girl<3

hi baby omg no i don't have any reqs like this here it is hope i did it justice <33

rafe was teasing you today.

after more than an hour of back and forth at whatever party you two had gone to for the evening—and only because rafe wanted to sell and your friends had already promised they'd be there—you were more than ready to go home.

except rafe hadn't taken you home yet. instead you'd been all around the house—on rafe's lap in the living room to start. leaning in to your boyfriend's ear, you know he can tell how desperate you're getting.

you don't do well with denial anymore—rafe had spoiled you too much for that.

"can't we go now?" the words are whispered to rafe, and you rest your head on his shoulder, blinking up at him while you wait for a response. one of his hands leaves the armstand of the sofa and grips your exposed thigh, skirt riding up a little too much.

"it's early. hold out a little longer. can you do that for me?"

you think your eyes are going to roll all the way back. the answer is yes, of course, you can do that for him. you would do anything for him. you just don't want.

following that, you accompanied rafe to the other side of the house where a whole swarm of people were chasing their next high. though you should really stand next to him, you just can't find it in you today, instead staying his back, peering out every now and then like shy children do.

it's all worth it, because moments later rafe takes you upstairs, murmuring something about how you're being a good girl for holding out. there's an empty bedroom that you think is the perfect place to spend the next hour.

rafe's talking to you—though you're so deliriously horny you can't really hear him. you nod and stare up, agreeing to whatever your boyfriend wants to do, just wishing he would hurry up and do something already, when the door opens.

you're not naked, though if they had barged in a few minutes later, you might have been. and normally you think your face would be burning, that you might die of embarrassment at someone catching you like this.

instead you're just mad.

it's the owner of the house—which makes sense, since your boyfriend has brought you up to the master. he's got a girl of his own on his arm, and you grind your teeth getting up with rafe, furious and impatient now.

"at least knock next time!" you yell when you shuffle through, ignoring splutters of it's my house!

you think rafe is going to ask you what you want to do next—but he doesn't. your boyfriend, like always, knows what you need before you can even know it sometimes. you follow rafe back to his truck, ready for, at the very least, some peace and quiet.

when you finally get up to rafe's room, the buzz of the party is wearing off a bit. your feet hurt from your heels and you can't believe you yelled at someone. lost in your own thoughts, you don't even process rafe sitting down next to you, until he takes your feet into his lap, undoing the strap of your shoes for you.

it's instant—one touch from him is enough to set your skin on fire.

"oh," you say, at the sudden realization you might finally be getting what you want. you stare at where rafe is holding your ankle in place, shoes on the ground now. "thank you."

"s'nothing, kid. get on the bed." eagerly, you comply.

in the vain hope that rafe was as impatient as you are—you thought he would just fuck you already. but it seems not, with the slow way he kisses up and down your neck, down to your tits and your stomach.

you find it a lot easier to ask him for things now—a new dress, dessert, money for your nails—but it seems impossible to ask him for this, so you opt for enjoying it and staying silent.

but even then—rafe always knows when something is wrong. you're practically vibrating from anticipation—you had wanted your boyfriend to fuck you hours ago on that stupid couch from that stupid house. it seems your body was only now realize how long you'd been clenching your thighs, biting your cheek and ignoring the tense knot in your stomach.

a few touches from rafe was enough to have you practically melting—staring up and still not saying anything.

"y'okay, kid?" he asks, and you really don't know how to answer. "s'okay. you're getting what you want."

you can do this. you're patient—you've always been patient.

"can you-please, just-" alright, maybe not. "can you please just fuck me raw, please, please, just fuck me-"

of course, rafe's not stupid. he could tell you've been on edge all night, he just hadn't known why. he stares down at you, all flushed, hot skin and heavy breaths, looking up at him. he knows whatever reaction he gives you will stay on your mind, and though he can try as hard as he wants, you are impossible to say no to.

"jesus. s'that really what you want?" you nod eagerly. "can't regret this later, baby. once we do that, it's-it's serious. what if i knock you up, huh?"

rafe watches you take in the words, facing twisting in understand.

"please knock me up."

[sevikasenby]

wake up call.

summary: (trans sevika :) you wake up to sevika touching herself early in the morning thinking you’re asleep. rating: explicit, MDNI wc: 1,842

it was one of sevika’s rare off days from work. a full day that is. there have only been a few instances where the stars align correctly and the universe has mercy on sevika for once. there’s no more damned paperwork to do (for today at least) and silco doesn't need sevika to go run errands for him, which often lead to her getting cuts and bruises. 

neither of you bother setting an alarm, you can sleep in till whenever. a lot of time you hope to wake up first so you can make breakfast before sevika wakes up, sometimes even bringing her breakfast in bed because she absolutely deserves it. you don’t always get to the breakfast in bed part because sevika’s only a light sleeper when you’re not in bed with her, she senses that you’re not there and wakes up to come into the kitchen with you. 

when you woke up this morning, you were too tired to open your eyes just yet. however, you noticed you weren’t laying on top of sevika, not even cuddled up next to her. that was weird. then you noticed the quiet sound of sevika’s heavy breathing…and a faint wet noise? 

slowly peeling your eyes open, you were met with sevika, not too far from you, her pajama pants and boxers pulled down a little with her cock out, stroking it. 

fuck. 

you didn’t want to interrupt just yet, only wanted to watch her, feeling your mouth water and clit start throbbing. you could tell her mech hand was gripping the sheets next to her as she spread the bead of precum over her tip with her thumb.  

her hand slid gently up and down her very clear hard cock, seemingly not wanting to go too fast so she didn’t wake you up, but fuck, were you awake now.

you didn’t know if you wanted to just watch her jerk off beside you while thinking you’re asleep or interrupt her so she could fuck your brains out because the longer you watched, the harder your clit throbbed, almost painfully so. 

it wasn't until you heard her moan softly, her mech hand coming up to cover her mouth, clearly not expecting the moan to escape, that you decide to interrupt her morning activity. 

“havin’ fun?”

her head whipped around to look at you. “oh fuck, you’re awake.” she panted, not sounding too surprised that you clearly had been watching her, she sounded relieved. 

you grinned as you sat up, scooting closer to her and running your hand up her chest to her neck and then cupped her scarred cheek. “wanna tell me why you’re touching yourself so early, baby?”

“had a dream ‘bout you, couldn’t wait.” she was still stroking herself, panting harder now. her hair was all messy with strands of it falling in her face. 

you didn’t waste any time kissing her, her lips moving roughly against yours. your hand found its way underneath her shirt to tease one of her sensitive nipples, rolling it between your fingers. “i need you so bad.” she moaned against you. 

“i know, and you’ll get me, but only after you get me a little more wet and then you can fuck me however you want.”

you leaned back to take off your underwear, leaving your (sevika’s) t-shirt on and swung your leg over her so you could straddle her face. her mech hand came to wrap around your thigh and her flesh hand continued to touch herself but you stopped her, telling her not to because you didn’t want her to cum just yet. 

both hands wrapped around your thighs now, pulling you all the way down onto her mouth. her tongue came to lick a fat stripe all the way up your cunt to your clit, taking your clit in her mouth and sucking on it. you moaned as you gripped onto the headboard of the bed with one hand and the other was on top of her head, tangling your fingers in her hair. 

you took a second to look back, seeing sevika’s leaking cock twitch every now and again. “oh, you’re so wet for me, sev.” you told her, just to feel her moan against your cunt. 

grinning, you looked down at her, her eyes closed, so focused on pleasing you. you ran your hand through her hair, getting her to look up at you. 

“so fuckin’ pretty eating me out.” you praised her, making her moan again. 

she began lapping hungrily at your arousal that was seeping into her mouth, the pleasure making shivers go up your spine. 

her tongue probed at your entrance before slipping inside of you, both of you moaning as your your wet walls clenched around her. you couldn’t help but grind against her tongue while you rubbed at your sensitive clit.

when you felt yourself getting close, you lifted yourself off of her, hearing her whine softly. “well you wanna continue eating me out or you wanna fuck me?” you teased her. 

you were flipped onto your back a second later and you automatically spread your legs to give her the access she wanted. her pretty cock was still leaking with precum as she lined herself up with your wet entrance that was clenching around nothing. 

she hadn’t been bothered to take off her boxers or shirt as she finally guided herself into you, feeling the familiar yet welcome stretch and burn as she pushed every inch inside you till she bottomed out, a guttural moan leaving her. 

“you feel so damn good, baby, so much better than my dream.” 

you moaned at the praise, moving you hand down your stomach. “oh god, you’re so fucking deep,” you moaned, feeling the bulge she was creating inside you. “it’s like i was made to take you.”

sevika growled. “you can’t just say shit like that.” she started fucking you, it was slow at first so you could get use to her but quickly became faster, harder, making you cry out in pleasure. 

you tugged at her shirt, wanting her closer. she did as you wished and you were able to cup her face and pull her in for a kiss. 

“that feels so  fuckin’ good, sev.” you moaned against her lips. 

you could hear the squelching sound of her pounding into your pussy. you were so wet now that she was slipping in and out of you with ease. 

she pushed down on your lower stomach, now hitting the spot that made you see stars, getting you close. “please don’t stop, please don’t stop.” you begged. 

“don’t you worry, baby, i’m not stopping till you cum on my cock as many times as i want.”

your eyes rolled back as you felt yourself getting closer and closer, reaching down to rub your neglected clit till you eventually tip over the edge, your hands moving to grip sevika’s back and your legs shaking. sevika was almost instantly after you, moaning into your neck and cumming inside you, feeling your cunt pulsing around her. 

she stopped and pulled out, but only to take her boxers and pajama pants off and flipped you onto your stomach, raised your knees up before continuing to fuck you from behind, making you whine at the overstimulation.  

“come on now, you can take it, can’t you?”

you nodded as best you could with your face pressed against the pillows. sevika positioned herself over you, feeling her chest pressed against your back. 

“yeah, my pretty baby takes anything i give them.” sevika cooed in your ear, her thrusts never faltering. 

soon the overstimulation became only pleasure as sevika pumped her cock in and out of you, fucking you deeper and hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. you could feel cum, a mix of yours and sevika’s, dripping out of you and onto the bedsheets below, even some dripping down your thigh. 

sevika’s own moans filled your ears, strings of curses falling from her lips. if there was anything better than her fucking you, it was hearing and knowing that she felt good, that you were making her feel good. it was why you debated on just watching her this morning, hearing her trying to be quiet while she touched herself, trying not to moan to loudly, it was music to your ears. 

"oh fuck!” your eyes rolled back again as she latched onto your neck, sucking a mark into your soft skin. your moans were nearly being muffled by the pillow your head was resting on. 

sevika’s flesh hand came to grip the top of your own that was gripping the bedsheets, letting your fingers intertwine. 

it wasn’t much longer that you felt your orgasm hit you like train. “fuck i’m cumming!”

“me too, baby.”

your legs trembled and your back arched as she came inside you again, fucking you both through your orgasms. she pulled out, not wanting to cause overstimulation this time. you flipped yourself over onto your back, letting your legs and knees rest and fall flat against the bed.

sevika came and laid her full weight on top of you, burying her face in your neck, still breathing heavy. you wrapped your arms around her, running your hand up and down her back while you both caught your breath. 

“you okay?” you asked her. 

“mhm, goin’ back to sleep.” she murmured. 

you chuckled. “we gotta get cleaned up first, sev.” she only hummed in disapproval, not wanting to get from her comfy spot on your chest. 

“and i hate to break to you, but the sheets definitely need to be washed.” she groaned this time, looking up at you. you leaned down to kiss the pout off her face. 

“come on.”you told her and you both finally got up. she started tugging at the sheets to take them off but you gently smacked her hand away, telling her to just go into the bathroom. she did and you gathered some clean clothes for each of you before following her. you both cleaned up and used the bathroom, getting into the clothes you brought which were just t-shirts and clean underwear. 

you told her to go get comfy on the couch and that you would be there in a minute. you gathered up the sheets that needed to be cleaned and took them and threw them in the washer. 

after you started the washer you went to the living room, seeing sevika sitting on the couch clearly waiting for you. there was a glass of water on the coffee table that she must’ve went and got for you and her, seeing as it was already half empty. 

you took a drink before you both lay down on the couch, you on the inside resting on sevika’s chest. she draped a blanket over you before wrapping her arm around your back and kissing the top of your head. 

“i love you.” you yawned, cuddling more into your girlfriends chest, feeling yourself growing more tired.

“i love you too.” 

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[hhughes]

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⠀⠀╰  ꒰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ◞ fem!wife!reader x jack hughes

⠀⠀╰  ꒰ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ◞ in which Jack's wife is pregnant and a little emotional.

⠀⠀╰  ꒰ 𝐜𝐰 ◞ just fluff!

⠀⠀╰  ꒰ 𝐰𝐜 ◞ 1.5K

⠀⠀╰  ꒰ 𝐚/𝐧 ◞ husband!jack has become a favourite of mine. . .

"Babe” Jack whispers.

“Hm?”

“Can you scoot over a bit?” he asks

“I’m on the edge”

He looks over his shoulder, right at the face of his beautiful wife.

“Babe, I find that hard to believe,”

“What?” you ask, a little disoriented.

“There’s no way you’re on the edge when your face is pressed into my back, your legs are tangled with mine and our child is kicking me in the back.”

“But I am,”

“You’re not,” Jack argues.

“You scoot over,”

“I can’t. I’m on the edge of our California King bed that you insisted we get because you didn’t want to touch during the night because you always get too hot. Yet, you’re laying on top of me,”

“I am not,” you complain, nuzzling closer, if that were possible. “Shh go to sleep.”

Jack sighs loudly and says, “I can’t. You’re too hot and our child is kicking me in the back.”

“Yeah well, welcome to my world buddy. Can you stop talking? I'm tired.” you say.

Usually Jack wouldn’t care. He’d deal with it because he loved you and he wanted you to be comfortable, but he needed to get up early tomorrow morning and he really needed a good night’s sleep. Jack was beyond stressed. It felt like he was always 2 seconds away from having a panic attack.

His constant worry about you was driving him insane, but then he also had hockey to think about. The Devils had just lost in the third round of the playoffs. They were so close. Jack wanted nothing more than to win and hold that cup up. But then he realised he was about to hold his baby, and that was an even greater prize.

That was if he didn’t kill you first.

Turning over, you glared at him as he popped his head on one arm, looking over her to the amount of space behind you. “Baby, we could literally fit all my teammates beside you,”

“What does that mean?” you ask frowning

“I’m saying scoot the hell over!” he says, his voice rising. “You’re burning me up!”

“I want to sleep with you,”

“You are, but just give me some space so I don’t die of heatstroke!”

“Ugh, fine.” you say annoyed and rolled over to the other side of the bed.

Jack sighs, shaking his head and lays back down. He could finally breathe, but just as he’s about to fall asleep you say, “I just think it’s messed up that you won’t cuddle with me and I’m carrying your child, which is the reason I’m burning up!”

Jack opens his eyes and takes a deep breath. Here they go again.

“Sweetheart, I love cuddling with you. But I have to be up early to do press and clean out my locker. I can’t sleep through that and I definitely can’t sleep with you burning me up and our child kicking me the whole night. I love you though, you know that right?” Jack asks, looking over at you with a soft smile.

But you were glaring, lips pursed as you glared at him. “Oh yeah, I forgot it’s so hard being Jack Hughes and you need all the sleep you can get. While I can’t sleep a certain way due to the fact that it hurts because I’m the thing your child is sucking the life out of.”

“I thought you loved being pregnant.”

“I do!” you yell and his brows go up. “That’s not the point. I’m just reminding you that I don’t get to sleep or do any of the things that I wanna do anymore, but it’s fine. I’ll sleep all the way over here without the love and support from my husband because he needs to get some sleep. God forbid you don’t get any sleep.” you mumble and Jack wants to laugh. You were being ridiculous. But before he could tell you that, you look over to him and say, “And just a friendly reminder Jack Hughes, when this baby comes, say fucking good-bye to sleep.”

“I guess I should say good-bye to sleep now, because I’m sure as hell not getting any more tonight,” Jack says, holding your gaze.

Your eyes darken a little and Jack swears he’s never seen anyone as beautiful as his wife. Even when you’re a little crazy, hostile, and 7 months pregnant, you were still hot as fuck.

“You got that right, I just wanted to cuddle,” you say rolling away from him again.

When Jack hears you sniff he can’t help but smile. The emotional rollercoaster of a pregnant wife was no joke. Reaching out, he went to cuddle with you, but you smack his hand away.

“I don’t wanna cuddle now,” you mutter

“Fine,” Jack sighs, falling back onto his own pillow. Sometimes he just really couldn't win with you.

“I just want you to know, I did want to cuddle. But that’s gone now.”

“I hear you.” Jack replies.

“And I’m very upset.”

“I got that.” he says with a sigh, rolling on his side to look at you.

“I just don’t think it’s fair. I cook, I clean, I work. And I’m carrying your child.”

“And I appreciate you more than words can ever say.” Jack says sincerely.

“Then you'd cuddle with me!” you say exasperated.

“But baby, I need sleep too. And you’re literally a furnace.”

“Well if you need sleep so badly and I’m too hot and our baby won’t stop kicking you then go sleep somewhere else!” you yell

“Seriously?”

“Yes! Go to the couch”

Surely you were joking. But then you yank the covers off him and pull his pillow from under him, throwing both on the floor. He stands up and goes to pick up his pillow.

“I need sleep and I’m too mad to sleep with you here.” you mutter

“Because I won’t cuddle with you?”

“Yes!” you yell tears streaming down your face.

“Then come here, I’ll cuddle.” he says and ducks when you throw another pillow at his head.

“No! I don’t want to cuddle anymore!” you yell

“Then let’s just go to bed.” Jack mumbles

‘No! I’m mad!”

“You’re being ridiculous,” Jack says with a laugh, and why he would do that would be his last thought.

“Go!” you yell.

“If I go, I’m not coming back tonight.” Jack says

“That’s fine. Maybe tomorrow you won’t mind cuddling your wife and child.”

“Sweetheart, I said let’s cu-”

“I don’t wanna cuddle!” you yell laying your head on the pillow with a sob. “I just wanted you to want to cuddle with me!”

Watching as you cried, Jack sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He picked up his pillow and looked at you one more time. “You sure?”

“Yes. You broke my heart Jack.” you say.

He went to say something sassy back but he knew it wouldn't get him anywhere so instead he said, “I’m sorry that I didn’t wanna cuddle because of the blazing heat you were putting off. I love you. Good night.”

When you don't answer, Jack chuckles as he walks out of the room. His girl was so stubborn. Heading to the couch he lays down and stares at the ceiling. Only two more months and maybe he would get his normal wife back. He was lucky that some of the guys on the team had kids and also went through this process. If not he wouldn’t know it was normal for his wife to be completely and utterly irrational about the dumbest things.

Tonight it was cuddling.

Last week, it was because he ate the last oreo.

Next week, it might be because he breathed a little too hard.

Jesus. Two more months. He could do it.

Leaning back on his pillow he closed his eyes, thankful that he chose to spend so much money to get a comfortable couch. He hopes you stopped crying. He hates when you cry. He was tempted to check but he really didn’t want you to bite his head off. Just as he was about to drift off he felt someone beside him.

Opening his eyes, he saw you standing there.

You looked adorable, hair a mess, cute pyjama shorts, cheeks flushed. Wearing one of Jack’s T-shirts that you cropped. It kinda made you look like Winnie the Pooh. Jack still thought you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Jack?”

“Yeah babe?”

“Can I lie with you?”

Chuckling to himself he scooted over as far as he could to make space for you. As you lay down your stomach presses into his and Jack wraps his arms around you, kissing you cheek.

“I’m sorry.” you whisper.

“It’s okay baby. I’m sorry too.” Jack whispers.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.” Jack says kissing you again.

The next morning, when he woke up with a sore back, all he could do was repeat three words over and over.

Two more months. Two more months. Two more months.

[cherryobx]

congratulations on 2.4k followers!!🤍💐

turn the radio up! can i please get a rafe cameron fic based off of the song, work song by hozier, please and thank you!!☺️

Work song

a/n: thank you sm rach! hope you like it!

pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

summary: Rafe cuts his business trip short because he can't stand being away from you

warnings: like 1 bad word lmao

wc: 0.8k

“I’m not coming home just because you miss me.” 

“Why not?” you whine over the phone. Rafe is on a trip with his dad and has barely been away for a couple of days.

“Because I have shit to do here. I can’t just leave,” he scolds and you can picture him frowning and his eyebrows furrowed.

You pout. “Come on! Please, for me?”

He sighs before he gives you a negative answer. “It’s just two weeks. You can handle not seeing me for that long. Yeah?”

“I can’t, Rafe. I’m dying over here.”

“You poor thing,” he mocks. “You’ll be fine.”

“Okay, I get it. You don’t love me anymore.” You throw yourself on your bed, holding the phone to your ear and staring at the ceiling.

Another sigh, and probably an eyeroll. “Of course I still love you. I just have business I need to take care of here before I come back. Just two weeks.”

Just two weeks. Rafe has been telling himself that every time he’s thought of you during this trip. Which has been a lot. He can’t seem to focus on anything else really. Never before has a girl been on his mind like this.

He’s obviously been in relationships before. He’d rather categorise them as situationships but he’s not so sure about his ex-girlfriends.

Rafe feels like he’s going crazy. He can’t focus on the task before him, his mind drifting off to you. He’s wondering what you’re doing. If you’re at home or hanging out with your friends. He once caught himself thinking about what you had for dinner. Who cares about things like this? Him now apparently.

“Rafe!” His father says loudly. “Stop daydreaming for once and listen.”

“Yeah, sorry,” he mutters and physically shakes his head in an attempt to get the thoughts of you out of his head for a second. It’s almost impossible. 

He checks his phone every time it lights up in hopes that it’s you. He likes getting texts from you, updating him on how your day’s going. When it’s not you, he’s disappointed.

When it’s time to go to sleep, he just can’t. He tosses and turns all night. It drives Ward crazy and he regrets getting one room instead of two at the hotel they’re staying at. Rafe’s so used to another body being next to him. He’s accustomed to having you in his arms and it’s weird and unfamiliar when you’re not there for him to hold.

Rafe held out for five days before he packed his bags in the middle of the night and got on the next flight home. His father left 12 missed calls and even more messages when he woke up but it’s too late now. Rafe has already landed and is driving home.

It’s 6am when he furiously knocks on your front door. 

“What the fuck?” you groan and put on a bathrobe before dragging yourself to the front door. It’s way too early for any human interaction, you think.

You open the door and there he is in all his glory. He looks exhausted and his hair is a mess, probably has been running his fingers through it in stress.

“Well look who it is. Mr. I’m-not-coming-home-before-the-end-of-this-trip Cameron.” There’s a smirk on your lips. You never thought he’d be the one to cave in like this.

“Shut up.” He steps into your home and closes the front door after him, locking it too for good measure.

He wraps his arms around you and holds you close, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling your sweet familiar scent. You smell like home. He feels better already, the stress immediately leaving his body.

“Come on.” You take his hand and pull him into your bedroom. 

You take off your bathrobe, revealing his own t-shirt underneath which you wore to sleep. 

“I was looking for that shirt.” He narrows his eyes at you.

“And now you’ve found it.” You plop onto your bed and hold open to cover for him so he could crawl under them with you.

He makes quick work of removing most of his clothing before joining you. His hands immediately find you and he pulls you flush against him. You place one of your palms against his chest and feel his heartbeat.

He places a soft kiss on the top of your head and then keeps his lips there. “I’m gonna marry you,” he mumbles into your hair.

“What?”

“Be quiet.”

Before you know it, soft snores are coming from the man next to you and you smile, your heart aching from the love for him. He’s so smitten. But so are you.

[chukys-mouthguard]

10. “Are you seriously suggesting there are benefits to not sleeping next to me?” “You always steal my covers! I almost had forgotten what it feels like to sleep through the night, all sound and warm.”

With Mat Barzal

Maybe angsty and then fluffy

Note: I can imagine Mat being such a diva when it comes to like his sleeping/night routine and also hogging the bed idk why 😂

“I’m gonna kill him…”

Throwing back the covers you sprung from bed. Envious of your boyfriend sleeping sound next to you. His body sprawled across the mattress, mouth wide as he softly snored.

This was the third night this week he kept you up all night. His body tossing and turning, shoving you beneath the covers and his snoring, though not awful, making it impossible to drift off to sleep.

Flipping on the lights you crossed your arms to your chest as you waited the routine ten seconds for his eyes to flutter open and for him to question, what’s going on? What time is it?

“Babe…come on, turn that offffff”

He groaned as he pulled a pillow over his head, trying his best to fall back asleep.

“Mathew Barzal, you’re about five seconds from being demoted to the couch.”

He shot you a glare as he pulled the pillow from his head, sitting up in bed to show you he was listening.

“What now?”

“The tossing and turning, the snoring. Do you realize I haven’t been able to sleep soundly all week? I can’t keep doing this Mat. I need to sleep just as much as you do. And it’s really starting to piss me off that we can’t even sleep soundly together in a king sized bed!”

He slowly blinked, his eyes still heavy as he did his best to not fall asleep sitting up.

“Are you seriously suggesting there are benefits to not sleeping next to me at three o’clock in the morning?”

Not backing down, doing your best to show him you truly were aggravated, you paced the floor as you listed all your reasons.

“Half the time you’re kicking me in the middle of the night, or practically pushing me off the edge. If you fall asleep before me and start snoring I can never sleep soundly. You always steal my covers! I almost had forgotten what it feels like to sleep through the night, all sound and warm.”

Mat was normally the type to talk through these things with you, but with it being so early in the morning, he wasn’t keen on having this discussion with you.

“Fine, take the bed then. It’s all yours. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Grabbing a pillow and blanket he brushed past you, plopping onto the couch with a huff. While you weren’t exactly happy with the argument, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself at the thought of climbing into bed and not having any interruptions. The dream of a good night sleep, or at least a good few hours, was music to your ears.

Your head hit the pillow and you could’ve sworn you heard angels singing, pulling the covers up as you’d settled into your spot. Body completely relaxed and content.

“Um, babe?”

“What. Now.”

You couldn’t even look at him, your eyes burning a hole in the ceiling as you’d officially accepted that tonight would be yet another sleepless night.

“It’s just, we’ve got a game tomorrow. And if i sleep on that couch it’s gonna fuck up my back.”

Without a word you threw back the covers, signaling for him to come back to bed. “I’m sorry-“

“Just shut up and go to sleep before I leave and get a hotel.”

[paiges-1vur]

welcome to the party pt. 3

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paige bueckers x oc!

cw: lots of build up, SMUTTTT, language, degrading

I apologize in advance if this has errors or is poorly written it was very rushed!! (also sorry if it genuinely sucks lol)

a/n: DONT BE MAD AT ME FOR NOT POSTING THIS SOONER YALL this was so rushed but i wanted to give u guys pt. 3 Finals are getting the best lf me yall sorry for not posting 😫😫. lowk wanna start writing more bcs i acc really enjoy it. lmk if yall like this!! This one is EXTRA LONG (and JUICY) so just get ready!!!

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Friday 12 am

I draw in a sharp breath. I’m still very much drunk but i can tell paige has sobered up. I shift my position in between her legs trying to find comfort, but ultimately just creating friction. she leans down to my ear.

“ana.” i can feel her breathing next to my ear and its giving me the chills.

“mmhm” i sigh in response.

“dont move.” i turn my head around, confused as she says this. “dont worry baby im going to take care of you tonight.”

I feel her long slim fingers stroking my upper thigh and have to bite my lip to stop myself from making any noise. She kept doing this for another five minutes before leaning back down to my ear.

“let me take you back to my place, its to crowded in here”

“are you sure?” I ask. I dont want to be the reason she wants to go home before everyone else.

she smirks looking me in the eyes. “Unless you want everyone to see me eat you like my last meal and hear you scream my name, yes i’m sure.”

I blush and look down before she grabs me by the hand and clears her throat.

“i’m going to take ana home. she’s really tired and needs to be up early tomorrow.” (that was a lie and she knew that)

the girls turn and look at her. They all exchange looks with each other before giggling.

“I might as well sleep over at Azzi’s tonight,” Nika says winking, “but please dont be too loud, i need to sleep too.” I forgot Nika and Paige share a dorm, but i’m too drunk to care about the consequences of tonight.

Paige punches Nika in the arm telling her to shutup before saying goodbye to the other girls and walking me outside to call us an uber.

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as soon as i stumble through the door of paiges apartment she grabs my shoulders, flipping me around and pinning me against the door behind me. Her right hand is on the door next to my head, and the other is tucking my hair behind my ear.

im not aware of anything im saying right now but what i am aware of is how much i need her. “paige,” i whine like a child. “pleaseee.”

she looks me in the eyes. her ice blue eyes stare into mine and her gaze makes me blush. Before i have enough time to say anything else her lips are crashing into mine. her hands find my hair around the back of my neck and she gently tugs at it. i can tell that shes impatient.

“jump.” she says grabbing my legs. i put my hands on her shoulders and jump as i straddle her front and she carries me towards her bed. i lean my head back and giggle as we walk, letting my hair flow down my back.

paige lies me down on her bed before crawling on top of me. she starts by placing hungry kisses all over my jaw and down my neck. i try my best not to moan at this while she bites and teases my sensitive skin, leaving dark marks that will last for days. While her mouth is on my neck, her hands are roaming my body, holding me in all the right places.

Paige looks up at me to see my head thrown back. She smirks, “Don’t hold back baby, i want to hear you beg for me to fuck you”

I release my lip from in between my teeth, as she gets back to work biting and kissing my skin. she has moved down to my collarbone bone and chest, and her hands are grazing over my sensitive nipples through my top. i whine at the sensitivity and she stops for a second. her hands move to start taking my shirt off, unclipping it from the front.

As she peels it off and throws it to the floor she exhales loudly.

“Holy shit Ana.” she comes up to my face. Leaning into my ear she says, “Your such a bad girl, not wearing anything under your top. Did you do that on purpose?” she pauses before asking, “Do you want me to fuck you like the little slut you are?”

I nod, not being able to look her in the eyes. She grabs my chin and forces me to look at her face.

“I need to hear your fucking voice.” She says aggressively.

“Please paige!” I whine.

“Please what?” she taunts.

“Please fuck me!” I scream impatiently, feeling a mix of pleasure and irritation.

“I dont know,” she trails off, “your being kind of… bratty.” She stops to think to herself “Now i can fix that, but your going to have to listen to me and do as i say.”

“Okay. i understand.” I respond melting right under her.

she flashes me a smile that gives me chills. “Good. Now open your mouth.”

I don’t ask questions, and open my mouth waiting to see what she does. she leans down and spits into my mouth, her saliva coating my tongue. She reaches her hand up and brings it to my mouth.

“suck.” she commands.

I close my lips around her fingers and take them in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around them fully coating their full length in a mixture of her saliva and mine. Before taking her fingers out of my mouth the pushes them down my throat even farther, making me gag. My eyes water and i choke and cough on her fingers.

Seeing her on top of me, face weighted with pleasure made me even wetter then i was before.

She moves down my body and finds herself in between my legs. she takes her knee and spreads them open even more. My skirt gets in the way, and in response Paige rips it off of me with her bare hands.

“Ill buy you a new one,” she says carelessly when she sees i’m upset its on the floor in shreds. “One that doesnt show your whole fucking ass.” her tone changes, and she begins yelling at me. “All the guys were staring at your ass tonight, and i wanted to punch them in the face for even laying their eyes on you.” She gets angry and rips my underwear off, the same way as the skirt. She throws the small shreds of fabric to the floor before diving in between my legs.

She kisses up and down my inner thighs and i moan as her lips move closer to where i ache for her the most. She sits up and spits on my already dripping pussy.

“Paige” I moan out as i feel her saliva lubricate my core. I’m already dripping all over the sheets, anticipating her touch. She licks up my folds making my eyes roll back. I cant help but moan her name as she continues to roll her tongue up to my clit, sucking it in between her teeth.

"Paige!" I scream out again, the sound being borderline pornographic. Im done being patient. "Fuck.. please baby!"

My brain goes fuzzy as i feel her tongue dipping in and out of me, her wet fingers focused on my clit that aches from overstimulation. I cant think straight and Im seeing stars, so overwhelmed with pleasure. she watches me fall apart slowly under her touch.

"Oh my God... im so close baby, please let me have it" I beg through tear stained eyes, my hands glued to the sheets, gripping them until my knuckles turn white.

My legs start to shake uncontrollably, and right before im about to fall apart all over her perfect face i feel her mouth detach from under me.

"What the fuck Pai-" She looks up at me with dark eyes, pupils dilated, looking at me as if i was her last meal. A shiver runs down my spine because the longer she looks at me, the more i feel like her prey. Her face glistens with my juices as she flashes me a grin, so secretive it makes my stomach churn.

She looks over my body taking taking a shakey breath before wiping her chin with the back of her hand and licking her lips. She crawls up the whole length of my body not breaking eye contact once. Fucking me with her eyes, before tilting her head to the side and leaning into my ear.

"Do you want to play a game?" she whispers into the shell of my ear. Fuck. I cant take this anymore and my eyes start to well up with more tears.

My breathing increases, my chest heaving up and down as she moves her lips closer to my ear.

"I promise i can make you feel good baby." she pleads. with all the air i have left i inhale sharply. "thats all i want need. to hear you screaming for me." shes still in my ear, floating just above the most sensitive spot on my neck, that burns for the touch of her lips.

"Mhm" I finally manage to mutter out a response in approval to her request, finally finding air to breathe in her small room, that seems to disappear when shes on top of me. I can practically feel her lips curl into a devilish smirk. She knows she won, and now she gets to have her cake and eat it too.

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Sorry for not posting these past couple of days guys. School is now over and i promise i will start posting (and maybe writing?) more. Im so so sorry to leave u hanging on a cliffhanger, but i felt like the chapter was getting too long. Let me know if y’all liked this chapter because there will most likely be a part 4.

[iliketangerines]

Hihi hii I'm the anon that asked about the pregnancy request. It's simple and short really since I don't have much in mind; Reader x Shang Tsung wherein the reader has been sexually active since pregnancy and one night he wakes up to her crying as she's grinding onto him, doe-eyed and begging to be fucked

in the early hours

a/n: he definitely has a silver tongue

pairing: shang tsung x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), pregnancy kink, pussyeating, overstimulation

Shang Tsung helps you walk to your room after dinner, pulling back the covers and settling you into bed with your heavily pregnant belly

your hands rub at your belly, and you groan as you finally settle back down, finally able to lay down and get the weight of your baby off your back

Shang Tsung gives you a worried frown, asking if everything was okay, and you wave him off, saying that you’re fine, just that even sitting had your whole body aching

he presses his lips together and rests a hand on your stomach, looking down and telling the baby to stop giving you so much trouble

you chuckle, and the sorcerer smiles, content that he was able to make you laugh despite your exhaustion

he leans down, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before he says he’s going to clean up the dishes and asking if you need anything, but you just tell him to go clean-up and that you’ll be fine after a few minutes of laying down

Shang Tsung nods, sneaking in one more kiss to make you giggle, and then he goes back to the kitchens to clean everything up

wiping down the tables and washing the dishes and then throwing away the scraps of food that would spoil overnight, he looks at the kitchen, feeling proud of himself

he comes back to the room and finds you coming out of the bathroom, and rushes over to you and holds onto your hand, leading you back to the bed

you nearly fall into the bed, absolutely exhausted and fall asleep quickly, and Shang Tsung smiles and rubs his thumb over your cheek before going to freshen himself up as well to go to bed

it’s a rather quick process, and he slides into the covers next to you, hearing your soft deep breaths as you sleep and letting it lull him to sleep

his nights are usually dreamless and peaceful, but he can hear something in the room, slowly rousing him from the dredges of sleep

his vision clears, seeing you cry swollen tears and your hand stuck down your bottoms, and he can hear you whining and whimpering and begging for him

Shang Tsung turns onto his side and finds you staring back at him, and he raises his hand to rub a thumb across your cheeks and says that of course he will

he makes his way up, sleep slipping off his figure as he rubs his eyes and starts to wake up, and he shuffles his way down, sliding off your underwear and spreading your legs wide

he moves your hand away from yourself, and he spreads your swollen folds with his own slender fingers

you’re soaking wet, pussy clenching around nothing, looking for something to fill it up, and you whine and weakly moan out his name to get him to do anything

he hums and presses his thumb into your clit, watching how your thighs slightly jolt and how you let out a loud keen at the feeling

Shang Tsung hums, smirking as he rubs slow circles into your clit and listens to how you let out choked moans and whimpers

lowering himself, he scoots up close to you, using his free arm to hook under and around your thigh to keep you close to him

moving his hand downward to slip his fingers into your warm heat, Shang Tsung presses forward and uses his tongue to lick firmly against your swollen clit

you gasp at the stretch, moaning out his name, and Shang Tsung grins and thrusts his fingers in and out of you slowly, listening to how your pussy makes a lewd sound every time he pushes in

your cunt drools onto the bed, staining the sheets, but Shang Tsung can’t really care, not when you taste and sound so sweet underneath his practiced tongue

he wraps his lips around your clit, flicking it back and forth, and he closes his eyes to really savor the taste of you

you gasp and whine, thighs twitching in his hold as you cum, pussy clenching down on him fingers

he keeps thrusting them into you, letting you ride out your first orgasm of the night on them, and his tongue presses firmly against your clit

ever since you had gotten pregnant, you had become so sensitive and reactive to his touch, and you had also gotten very very needy for Shang Tsung

he wasn’t complaining, not at all, and he loved how much you needed him, how you would always find him because your own fingers were never enough

under his fingers, you were so pliant and sweet, and he guided you through every up and down, as he pleasured you and punished you

it fueled his ego and also became quite the good stress release whenever his experiments failed or weren’t ready to perform just yet

Shang Tsung hums, making you let out a mewl of pleasure as the vibrations travel through you and sends pleasure shooting through your nerves and fill your head with a hazy fog, and he just continues to hum and moan into your clit

you let out a little pants and gasps as his tongue continues to flick and lap against you, his fingers thrusting in and out of you and curling up to find your little sweet spot

a low moan falls from your throat as you grip onto the sheets and fist them

Shang Tsung massages the spot with his fingers, drawing a strangled gasp out of you, and your pussy clenches down on him, trying to draw him in deeper

he just continues his steady pace, feeling his head cloud with something as he continues to lap at you with his tongue

you’re so sweet to him, so beautiful like this as he makes you cum on his tongue and fingers, and he truly could stay like this forever to keep drawing those whines out of you

it’s a gorgeous sound, one that fills his ears just right and has him wanting more

his hips grind into the mattress, making him groan into your cunt, and he fucks his fingers into you faster, wanting to taste your cum again

your thighs squeeze around your head, muffling any sound he can hear from you, but your whimpers still ring clear in his head as you cum on his tongue again

he needs more, desperately so, and he ruts against the mattress like a feral animal as he sucks and laps at your pussy

he can hear you let out a sob of pleasure, and Shang Tsung simply drags you closer to press himself closer to your cunt, as if the taste would intensify

his tongue brings you to orgasm after orgasm, and it fills his mouth with the clean taste of you

he can feel his own orgasm coming upon him, how pleasure curls in his stomach and his head buzzes nicely at the taste of you

your thighs are plush, warm, and thick around his head, and by the gods, he loves it when you squeeze them around him

he can barely breathe, but it doesn’t matter as he feels you tremble and shake around him, so close to your high once again

Shang Tsung whimpers into your cunt, hips grinding down into the mattress as his own cum spills onto the sheets and stains them

he doesn’t waste a drop of yours however, tongue lapping at you as he drinks it all in, and your thighs loosen around his head as you sigh and mumble out something

the sorcerer lifts his head up, slipping his fingers out of you, and he swirls his fingers around them, moaning at the taste

you look up at him, and he looks at the tear-streaks down your face and your swollen lips from biting them too hard, and he comes up, minding your stomach, to give you a soft kiss

your whines fill his ears clearly once more as you taste yourself on his tongue, and he pulls away and pets your hair with his clean hand, telling you to rest

you mumble out something, but your eyes already droop down and soon sleep takes you into its grasp

Shang Tsung chuckles and goes to clean himself and you up

he would change the sheets tomorrow

[seenoversundown]

For Death Or Glory : Chapter Six

Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: It's still Sad hours folks, Mentions of Grief, Mild Anxiety, Some Self Deprecation / Negative Self Talk, AND THEN some Fluff, Cute Banter, Dry Humor, and the biggest warning of all: Pirate Facts (don't forget who we're talking to here)

Word Count : 3.5k

Summary : Charlotte is still processing the prior day's events and struggling to deal with her grief coupled with the fact she let a "stranger" see her upset. Unfortunately, things have to get worse before they get better, but she is well on her way to better.

Author's Note: HEHE ANOTHER ONE. Okay really though, I know we've been having sad chapters and I want you to get to good stuff so I figured since this is the last sad chapter for a bit AND she's a little shorter than the next handful, I may as well let you have her early. We start off a bit rough, but it only gets better as you read! PROMISE.

Honest - Joseph "There's always two thoughts, One after the other, I'm alone, No, you're not."

I’ve been sitting in bed since I got home last night, recounting everything. A full-blown meltdown, Charlotte? You really couldn’t choke it back for a little longer? I have never been good at letting people in. I tend to keep everybody at arms’ reach, which is why I now have… basically, no friends.  

I don’t know how I got here; that’s a lie. I am too intense. I work too much. I care too much about my work. I could stand to relax a little more. Okay, let’s not talk ourselves into a spiral now; it’s too early in the morning. 

It’s 7 a.m., and I’ve barely slept. I force myself out of bed. I just need coffee. Stretching as I walk into my kitchen, I set up my coffee pot and lean against the counter, rubbing my eyes to rid the sleep left on them. He was so sweet about it, too. He didn’t even hesitate. Taking a deep breath , I shake my head as if that would get rid of the thoughts. 

I pour some coffee into my favorite mug, take the first sip, and feel the warmth go through my body. ‘Oh, Honey’ rings in my head. Does he just give everybody pet names?  Finding myself on my couch, my laptop sitting next to me, taunting me with the option to work. I know I should take the day off with how little sleep I got, but I would also rather stay busy. 

I could just check my emails. 

Maybe I’ll just work for a few hours.  

It couldn’t hurt to just clock in. 

I’m pushing open my laptop, frustrated because I know I’ve lost the battle with myself again. I immediately pull up my emails, seeing a handful from the last few days that I haven’t answered. 

It’s a lot of easy work, which is good because, well, I shouldn’t be working right now. I spend a while replying to everything in my inbox, including an email to my boss. I sip my coffee between emails, trying to stay focused on work but finding my mind wandering. 

I would have been fine if he didn’t acknowledge that I looked sad. I could have gotten through that situation so much better. Why did he have to notice? I pause my thoughts, realizing how insensitive they seem. You’re grieving, Charlotte. Jesus Christ, give yourself some grace. You’re GOING to be sad. He was just good at handling that. I still can’t wrap my head around how quickly he reacted. Most men I’ve met probably wouldn’t have even realized something was wrong, let alone make sure I could privately have a moment. 

My throat starts to tighten again, and my chest feels heavy; I wish I could tell her about this. She would have been so shocked to hear that I let someone help me. My eyes start to get blurry. Oh, not again. I sit there, letting the tears fall down my face. 

“Fuck,” I mutter to my empty apartment. 

I rub my eyes, probably harder than I should, before making a second cup of coffee. Breathing shakily as I pour, text him. No. You need a friend, Charlotte. I don’t even know him, aside from his business. He said to let him know if you need anything, and you do kind of need something right now. I do not, I’m fine. Then why are you still crying? 

Sitting on my couch, I grab my phone and pull up his messages. Just text him. 

I struggle to type anything out for a moment, wiping my face a few times before finally settling on something simple. 

Charlotte: hi goodmorning 

I lock my screen quickly, setting my phone next to me, face down. Why did I do that? It’ll be fine. Just let him respond.  

Back to work, I open an email from my boss; 

‘Charlotte,  Why are you working today? I thought you took the day off? Regardless, how did everything go in Portland? Did you get the paperwork handled with Caravel Tavern? I’m hoping for your sake that the owner was pleasant and just filled it out for you.  It’s an unfortunate situation that you had to go there, but much appreciated that you were able to stop by and get that taken care of.’ 

My boss and I have been working together for a while, so I’d like to think that he isn’t being disingenuous with that email, but the fact he knows the ultimate reason I went to Portland and only seemingly touched on the work part is making my stomach hurt. Does everybody think that I’m emotionless? I went there to mourn my friend, and he was worried about how my work went. I feel the tears pricking at my eyes again. This time, I don’t fight them. Setting my laptop to the side, I take a few sips of coffee, wiping my eyes in between. 

My phone vibrates beneath my leg. Is it.. Grabbing it nervously, I flip it over, letting the screen turn on. There, his name sits on my lock screen. 

Jacob: Well goodmorning, how are you feeling? 

Not great. My stomach turns reading the question over and over. Why does he care? 

Charlotte: I’ve been better, honestly. How are you?

Why did you say that? He literally saw me cry yesterday. I think he’d be more shocked if I said I was feeling great.  

Jacob: oh i’m sorry, can I do anything to help? 

No. Just tell him you need a friend, especially right now. We have worked together, I can’t do that. I’m above him, technically. Charlotte, chill out. You’re not co-workers. You can be friends with him. 

Charlotte: I don’t know. I’m just having a rough morning  and I didn’t know who else to text. 

You don’t have anybody you would text anyway. This happens when you don’t keep in touch with your friends. 

Jacob: Do you want to talk about whats wrong or I can just try to distract you?

He’s so.. Don’t tell him. 

Charlotte: I think a distraction is needed 

I’m immediately curious how he’s going to be distracting through text. He’s distracting enough in person. Charlotte. I’m sorry, but it’s no secret. 

Jacob: In that case, how much do you know about the golden age of piracy? 

Charlotte: lol I do actually know a little bit, but go on. 

Jacob: Do you?? Well then, my personal favorites are Anne Bonny and Blackbeard is an obvious choice but.. I dont even care haha hes great. 

A smile crept onto my face when I read his reply. Why is it so wholesome that one of his favorites is a woman pirate? He’s probably just saying it.

Charlotte: You like Anne Bonny?

It’s marked as read immediately, and the typing bubbles pop up almost instantly.

Jacob: She was incredible! And she never was found?? That’s insane. You have to respect it. 

Charlotte: She really was incredible. I know a little about Blackbeard but, you can tell me about him.

Charlotte: If you want obviously, you don’t have to. 

Phone in hand, I walk into my bathroom and turn the shower on before facing the mirror. My eyes are puffy, and my hair is everywhere. God, Charlotte, get it together, girl. I set my phone on the counter, leaning in to look at myself closer. Seeing how dark my under eyes are and how irritated my waterline is from rubbing at them. I look down at the counter, feeling the tears coming back. Softly shutting my eyes to force the tears out. 

“For the love of god,” I whisper to myself. 

Undressing myself and stepping into the shower, I stand with my face in the water. Feeling the warmth surrounding me, it feels safe. Once the water has completely soaked my hair, I sit on the tub floor, holding my knees close to me, letting the hot water beat against my back. You’re allowed to be sad, Charlotte. Tears freely fall down my face. I hate this. 

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Carefully squeezing the water out of my hair and clipping it out of my way, I pull on a comfortable sweatshirt and leggings. I quickly rub some moisturizer into my face, grab my phone, and head back to the couch. I sink back into my spot, pull my throw blanket back over me, and slouch down into the corner. 

I pull my phone out and see a handful of texts from Jacob sitting there. 

Jacob: Welllll.. Supposedly his actual name was Edward Teach .. or Thatch.. Nobody really has confirmation because Pirates didn’t always use their real surnames to not spoil the family name. 

Jacob: He obviously was the owner of Queen Anne’s Revenge, but it was originally a French Slave ship named La Concorde that he managed to capture. 

Jacob: When he died, they beheaded him and put his head on a STAKE at the entrance to Chesapeake Bay!

Jacob: Are you okay? Is this annoying?

Why do I want to cry? Well, nobody else is checking on you.  

Charlotte: No, you’re not annoying me. I showered, I should have let you know. I’m sorry. 

Rubbing my eyes until I see TV static and taking long breaths seem to be the only thing calming me down. Nobody taught me how to handle waves of grief. My stomach turns at the thought. 

Jacob: dont be sorry, its okay. 

Charlotte: Are you actually working right now.. by any chance? 

What are you doing? I don’t want to be alone right now. 

Letting out a deep breath, trying to unclench my jaw, it’s hard to relax.

Jacob: I don’t have to be. 

My hands tremble as I click on his name and promptly click on the ‘call’ button. Please pick up. 

“Hey,” he says quietly, “what’s going on?” 

“Hi,” I whisper. My throat immediately gets tight, and my lips shake.” Um,” I say, taking another long breath. 

“Oh,” he whispers, “hang on.” I can hear the music from the bar slowly fade before the click of the door shut. 

“Are you okay?” 

“No,” I whimper softly, “I can’t stop crying, and I’m nauseous, and I just don’t want to feel alone.” 

Oh, that was a lot. 

“Hey, hey, slow down,” his voice is calm. “I’ll stay on the phone with you; just take a little breath for me, okay?”

In through your nose, out through the mouth. 

“You don’t have to tell me what’s going on if you don’t want to, but I hate that you’re so upset,” his voice getting a bit softer. 

“I don’t think I can say it out loud yet,” I confess, “It’s just- I’m sorry, it’s too much, and I-”

My breathing picks up again, and I can feel my heart pounding. This was a good idea, wasn’t it? 

“Honey, it’s okay,” he says, there’s that name again. “You don’t have to say anything you don’t want to. We can talk about anything else.” 

Breathe Charlotte. Closing my eyes, more tears fall, but my breathing slows. 

“What have you done today?” he asks.

“Um, I took a shower and answered some emails,” my voice still struggling to stabilize.

“You were working?” 

“I thought it would help distract me, but it sort of made everything worse,” I said, sounding defeated. 

His soft laugh is almost enough to make me smile, “Have you eaten today?” he continues the light interrogation. 

“No, I’ve only had coffee,” I tell him. 

“Why don’t you make yourself something to eat?” His tone is still very calm; he really is good at this, “Maybe sleep a little if you can.”

He’s right. I probably should eat something, at least.

“I definitely feel like I could use a nap,” I let out a sad giggle, wiping my eyes for the millionth time. 

“Do you want me to stay on the phone with you for a little bit?” 

My chest feels weird when he asks that. 

“If you don’t mind..” my voice was small, not wanting to be a pain. 

“I don’t mind one bit.” 

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I stroll into my kitchen, open the cabinets, and stare into them. 

“What should I eat?” I question out loud.

“Food is probably your best bet,” he answers dryly, and I swear I can hear the smirk on his face. 

“Incredibly helpful, thank you.” 

His giggle rings through my ears, and I can feel the tug on the corners of my mouth. His laugh is cute. Reaching into the cabinet and pulling out my bag of pretzel crisps. 

“What’s the verdict?”

“Just some pretzels,” I mumble, knowing it’s not much. But I’m also not starving. 

“Lunch of Olympians, Charlotte.” 

This time, it’s my laugh radiating through the phone. Oh. I bring my hand up to cover my mouth once I realize it. 

“That might be the first time I’ve done anything other than cry today.” 

“Happy to help, m’lady.” 

I giggle at the mild English accent that snuck out, “I think if you learn much more, you’re gonna become a pirate.” 

“That isn’t a threat to me like you probably think it is,” he says. 

“Have to start calling you Captain Jake Sparrow,” 

He clears his throat before letting out a weak “Yeah,” followed by an uncomfortable laugh. 

“Um, so,” he starts, “what’s something that you enjoy too much? Since you’re so graciously laughing about mine.” 

Working. You like other things, Charlotte. But working is the most satisfying. Baking.. Reading.. Hello? 

“I read a lot,” I blurt out, realizing I was in my head, “and I like to bake.”  My hand covers my face as I tell him because I definitely sounded like I just pulled it out of my ass. 

“Oh! I read a fair bit myself; what are you reading?” 

Fuck. Yeah, go ahead and tell him what you read. 

I scan the book on my coffee table; it’s just another contemporary romance novel. I like to alternate more non-fiction things with some romance because I’m not a robot. I have a soft spot for sweet stories. Something about effortlessly falling in love or watching two characters pine over each other for a good majority of the book before allowing themselves to act on it. 

“Uhhh…” I stammer over myself. “I don’t know if you’d know it.”  I can feel the heat rise into my cheeks as he breathes through the phone, waiting for me to elaborate. Slumping down into the corner of the couch.

“What genre?”

“It’s uh.. a contemporary romance..” I whisper quickly. Look, there’s nothing wrong with romance novels, but with how I have learned to present myself while I’m working, it feels a bit silly to admit. 

“Ooohhhhh,” he taunts. “Are you secretly a little hopeless romantic, Red?”

“I am just a girl, Jacob. You asked the question.” I giggle at the nickname and the fact he’s calling me out so quickly. Scooting myself down further, so I’m practically lying down.

“Alright, alright, fair enough,” he laughs, “I read a lot of historical things, as you can imagine. So, consider me boring.” 

“You are far from boring,” I tell him, not meaning to have it come off like it probably did.

“I think my brothers would beg to differ,” he sighs.

“I’m almost positive that’s just a sibling thing that they’re required to do,” I readjust my arm underneath my pillow, switching my phone to speaker and setting it next to me, “But also, maybe I just don’t think pirates are boring. Who’s to say?”

“Hey Jake, can I bother you?” I hear faintly in the background, “Yeah, what’s up?”

“Hang on for a second?” he asks quietly. 

“I’ll be here.” 

I close my eyes, just listening to the random sounds that pick up from his phone. God, I’m so tired. A yawn sneaks up on me, releasing a deep breath, and I can feel my body relax even more. I can feel my breathing change a bit, and my head feels heavier as I lie here. 

“Hi, I’m sorry,” he says. A small “oop” falling from my lips involuntarily. 

“Did I scare you?” he whispers this time.

“A little,” I mumble, my eyes still sewn shut, “I think I fell asleep.”

“Get some rest,” I swear I can hear the smile on his face, “we can talk later.” 

All I manage is an ‘mhm’ before I feel myself drifting back into my slumber. 

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 My phone vibrates against my face, jolting me from my nap. Holy shit. Swiping away the unknown caller, tucking my arms back into my blanket, and closing my eyes. I don’t want to be awake yet. Deciding to lay there for a few more minutes before becoming a human again. 

Finally, I caved and opened my phone. Jacob’s messages were still pulled up, but I noticed new ones sitting at the bottom. 

Jacob: i hope you feel a little better when you wake up. It was really nice getting to talk to you. I mostly talk to my brothers at this point so it was refreshing

Jacob: not the you being sad part, just the rest of it obviously 

I audibly laugh at the second text. He’s so uncomfortable. 

I scroll through our messages for a moment with a small smile.  You’ve been grinning at these messages… Well, he is charming. I mean, he basically talked you down until you were relaxed enough to sleep. I can still hear his voice in my head, ‘Take a breath for me.’ The way he looked at me as he wiped the tears from my face, I don’t know what happened at that moment. I hear Cass in my head, “Stop thinking yourself out of happiness.” 

I set my phone down, quickly sat up, and grabbed my laptop from my coffee table. I opened it, pulled up my emails again, and scrolled for the email from my boss. Hitting reply, I quickly start typing;

‘Good evening,  Actually,- I may need to work remotely. After spending a few days checking in, it seems like some assistance may be required-’

Actually what? My hands are typing faster than I can coherently think, but it’s not entirely a lie; he does seem like he needs a little bit of help getting things in order, and with having to train Melody and get her certified, he’s going to be juggling a lot of things. 

‘I believe that Mr. Kiszka-’

 I giggle to myself, fully able to hear him from the first day I walked in saying, ‘Mr. Kiszka is my father.’ 

 ‘-has the capabilities to succeed, but he is still fairly new at this and is just trying to get caught up. He also has a new hire that he will be getting certified, and I will be assisting him with that process to ensure everything goes smoothly.’

Charlotte, you’re still emotional. Maybe you should just hold off on sending this. What do you mean by ‘you will be assisting him’? He’s fine! The words are flowing out from my fingertips, and I’m choosing to ignore the voices in my head this time. Okay, wow.

‘That said, I’ll be located within 30 minutes of Portland. If there are any other businesses you’d like me to check on while I’m there, please let me know. Have a great weekend,  Charlotte Rhodes’

I hit send with no second thought. 

Okay, so that was a dumb choice. You were much more assertive than you usually are, and that isn’t going to fair well. You weren’t that bad, but not giving an option for working remotely was definitely a choice. 

Shutting my laptop abruptly and setting it back on the coffee table, my heart is racing. Never done that before. Typically, I’m not someone who acts on emotions, but for some reason, today is different.

Charlotte: I knew what you meant, lol. I feel much more educated on pirates now. 

Jacob:  oh i have so much more i could tell you 

Charlotte: Well, I’m done working so.. I have time. 

Staring at our texts, I don’t know what I’m doing. My hands timidly scroll up, rereading our conversation. Why do I feel nervous? Noting that he’s been nothing but nice and helpful, my phone gently vibrates and automatically scrolls to the bottom as he replies. 

Jacob: be careful what you wish for dear

Charlotte: I’m already on board, it’s too late. 

I sink into the couch again, wondering if this is a mistake. I did kind of make an irrational decision.. Mmm… feels silly now, doesn’t it? But immediately remembering that, I promised my best friend that I would live a little. ‘It’s just a job, babe,’ plays in my head, and she’s right. It is just a job, and I’m still going to do my job, but  from Portland. Where we can talk to this nice boy, who seems like he’s just happy to have someone to talk to. But you also need to not lose your job for a-

Jacob: I hope you already have your sea legs then

Jacob: there were a million pirates in that era so we have a lot to go over

The nerves are nowhere to be seen, swallowed by my quiet laughter as I read his texts. I can only imagine how excited he probably is to talk to someone about this who isn’t going to groan or fake sleep during it. I will gladly take any distraction I can get tonight. The nice voice in my brain is just telling me, maybe we could be friends. 

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Chapter Five

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[thedeviltohisangel]

That cliffhanger!!! Here for the idea that Bucky tries to give Cass his rations and then she sneaks rations back into his food that he thinks he's going insane and then realizes it's her

in relation to this blurb i wrote a little while ago

also continued here

prompt a little different but more or less the same...

The bowl in front of her looked like it was brown water but she hoped it was broth. It was better than the moldy bread they had thrown at her while they'd quarantined her away from the rest of the camp. At least this had a chunk of unidentified protein floating in it. There was retching in the corner as she continued to just stare at it.

"Eat it. You'll need the protein," John ordered as he tucked into his own bowl. Cass knew she was capable of stomaching whatever it was. She just needed to get the first bite out of the way. He chewed slowly as he observed his wife out of the corner of his eye. Her wounds were healing but slowly. There was very little color to her cheeks. Maybe a bit of dried blood in her hair if he looked hard enough. "Eat." This order was pointed at her. He was still only speaking to her in short snippets.

"I will. Just need to convince myself first." With a steadying breath, she brought the hunk of meat to her mouth and nearly swallowed it whole before quickly tipping the bowl down her throat to wash it away.

"Fuck, Cass," Hambone said as he watched in awe.

"That was incredible," Benny echoed with his eye wide in adoration.

"Thank you, gentleman, I-" She looked down where another piece of meat had appeared in her bowl. John was already up and moving to his bed, but she knew where it had come from. She wanted to argue. Force him to eat it knowing he needed it more. He was bigger and had more muscle to power. But he barely wanted to look at her. Let alone speak to her. Let alone hear her voice argue back at him. She ate it quietly. He watched to make sure.

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John was the last to wake up the next morning, Cass outside watching the boys work and scratching some kind of code into a tree stump. He had wanted to ask her about it but then remembered he wasn't speaking to her. The early morning, when he could watch her out the window with the privacy of an empty room, was the only time he let his guard down. The only time he allowed himself to admire her. Remind himself that he was the luckiest man in the entire world that this beautiful, intelligent, tenacious woman was his wife. That she loved him fiercely right back. So fiercely she would put herself here. So fiercely she desired to spend her last moments with him even if it was in hell.

Dinner was the same. Cass choked her food down in a gulp or two and John slipped a bit of his own when she wasn't looking. He didn't say anything. Neither did she.

the next time mail came, his mood soured infinitely. The letters from Cass shoved in a box under his bed while she watched him with a sad look. He didn't open them but she was grateful he didn't rip them either. It was the unmarked box that had him curious.

"What's that, Bucky?" Crank asked as they all huddled around the table to look at it.

"Dunno. There's no address anywhere on it," he mused as he slid the paper loose and opened it up. Inside where assorted packs of nuts. A container of peanut butter. A small portion of jerky.

All the men were muttering about the mystery package of food. Salivating at the contents. Told John he must have a guardian angel.

"Eat it," came her feminine voice from the back of the room. "You'll need the protein." One look, he allowed himself on look, and he knew she was responsible. Couldn't even imagine what she had offered the guards in return for the goods. Didn't want to ask for fear of knowing the horrible truth.

"Cass," how sweet her name sounded falling from his lips, "this is..." He didn't know what to say. Not after the distance he had forced between them in the name of keeping her safe. She stopped by him on her way to her bunk. Rested a tentative hand on his shoulder and goosebumps erupted across her skin at the contact.

"This only works if we both make it."

[pocket-watcher]

Y'know what'd be a fun one? A non-believer in hypnosis who goes along with what they're asking to amuse them and openly mocks them... but she slowly starts doing crazier stuff because she doesn't see doing them as a big deal (right now...). 100% believing she's in control the whole time :)

OKAY anon I have such a treat for you because not only am I going to write one for you but this concept exists in fanfiction form!!

Hypnosis is fucking bullshit by Steven Secret is an excellently written M/M fanfic for My Hero Academia, so please go and give this some love if you’re into fanfics!

And, without further ado, my take on this prompt:

“So… you’re like a magician for children’s birthday parties. Is that it?”

They shook their head.

“Okay, so like a therapist or something?”

They shook their head once more.

“I just don’t really get it.”

“What is there to get? I’m a hypnotist.”

They could see the cogs working in her brain.

“You… don’t believe in hypnosis, do you?” They rolled their eyes. Familiar with non-believers, and idea came to mind.

“It’s just so fake! Of course people are going to go along with it, it would be embarrassing if they just told the hypnotist it didn’t work!” She laughed.

“Have you ever tried it?”

“Hypnosis? Of course not!”

They raised an eyebrow.

“Okay. Humour me then. Let me try and hypnotise you.”

“Oh, you’re on! Go ahead. You have my full permission.” She crossed her arms proudly.

The hypnotist pulled a pocket watch from their jacket pocket.

“Okay, this is a little cliche even for me.”

The pocket watch dangled from its chain, and the subtle movement of the hypnotist’s hand translated into a slow ramping up of the watch’s back and forth sway.

It was a heavy watch, easy to follow with her eyes. Back and forth.

To give it a fair shot she tried to keep her mind blank from thoughts about how stupid she looked following the clock with her eyes.

“Yes. Continue to follow the watch.” The hypnotist said.

She did. Fair shot and all that. She followed and continued to listen as the hypnotist said all of the standard lines she expected.

“You’re feeling very sleepy.” Of course I am, you’re boring me to tears.

“Your eyes are so heavy.” Yeah, maybe if you weren’t giving me an eye test they’d be lighter.

“You feel oh so relaxed.” Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know this menial was meant to stress me out.

It continued on for a while, and honestly? She kind of zoned out from all the talking.

And then they snapped their fingers.

“You’re in a trance.”

She laughed on the inside. Yeah, no, she wasn’t in a trance.

“How are you feeling?” They asked.

“So good and obedient.” She answered honestly, not fully hearing her words.

“That’s great to hear, doll. And how do you feel when I say the word Mindless?”

How did she feel? It took her a moment to think. It was like she was drawing a blank. Her mouth hung open. Man, I really need to go to bed early if I’m this tired already…

“Good. Good.” They hummed happily. Proudly, even. She wondered what the praise was for, considering she hadn’t even answered the question.

“Okay, doll. I want you to get down onto your knees.”

Her feet were sore, so she kneeled down instantly. Looking up at the hypnotist through her bangs she found she couldn’t take her eyes off of them.

Of course, that was only because they were attractive.

No other reason.

“Okay, okay, let’s wake you up now.” They said, laughing.

SNAP

Her feet were no longer aching. The pleasant sleepy feeling had disappeared. She stood up.

“Now do you believe me?”

She laughed.

“I told you. It’s so fake.” She turned to walk away, grinning ear to ear.

“Of course it is… until next time, doll.”

[brattybottomdyke]

my back hurts and i really want cuddles while watching hercules 🥺

[psi-hate]

pulling all nighters every day to fix my sleep schedule is so actually awful they should just let me reverse my body clock at will cus at this point I'm always 12 hours inverted for at least half of every year. why does god hate me

[waywardsalt]

anyways. holding linebeck gently

[chrollohearttags]

it’s been a day..idk what kind but certainly a day