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bethanythebogwitch · 2 months ago

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Wet Beast Wednesday: sea urchins

As I continue the slow grind of covering every living group of echinoderms for this series, it was inevitable that I would eventually encounter the only echinoderm I've actually studied. Sea urchins are among the most iconic of marine invertebrates, but many people just think of them as part of the scenery. I'm here to show you that there's more to these creatures than just being spiny lumps on a rock.

(Image: a purple sea urchin (Strongylocentrotus purpuratus) being held in someone's hand. It is a round, globular animal with a dark purple color. Light purple spines emerge from it all over its body, with the longest being around the middle. End ID)

(image: a long-spined sea urchin (Diadema savignyi). It is a black sea urchin with spines longer than its diameter. End ID)

Urchin is an old-fashioned word for hedgehog, and sea hedgehog is a fitting name for these round, spiny animals. Sea urchins tend to be fairly small, with a diameter of 3 - 10 cm (1 - 4 in), though some species have very long spines that make them seem larger. The main body of an urchin is round and enclosed in a (usually) hard shell called a test made of calcium carbonate. The test is covered with a slayer of skin and muscle that controls the spines and small, pincer-like structures called pedicellaria. Within the test are the internal organs. As with other echinoderms, sea urchins are radially symmetrical as adults, with five segments arranged around the center like pizza slices. The two main body holes are found on the top and bottom of the animals where the segments converge. At the bottom is the mouth and at the top is the anus. Each segment also has a hole near the anus used to release gametes and one will have a larger pore called the madreporite, which is used to control the amount of water within the urchin's body. The mouth is a unique structure known as Aristotle's lantern, consisting of five tooth-like structures (one for each body segment) that interlock together and sharpen themselves. Behind the teeth is a rasping tongue.

(image: a close-up of an urchin's mouth, showing the Aristotle's lantern. It is a hole surrounded by a fleshy lip. Five spade-shaped teeth are emerging from the edge of the hole. End ID)

Internally, most of the body is taken up by the digestive tract and water vascular system. The digestive system lacks a stomach, with the esophagus attaching directly to the small intestine. The digestive tract forms a loop as it passes through the body. The water vascular system uses seawater to form hydrostatic pressure that moves the tube feet. All starfish, urchins, and sea cucumbers have tube feet, small, transparent, tentacle-like structures they use for movement. Tube feet are hollow and retracted into pores on the skin normally. To be used, they have to be inflated with water, which makes them stick out of the body, where they can be controlled with muscles. Tube feet end in suction cups that can be used to grab into structures around them. Seawater drawn in through the madreporite serves as the source of pressure needed for the tube feet to function. In urchins, tube feet cover the body and are used for locomotion, moving food to the mouth, and moving objects on or off the body. The main body cavity is filled with circulatory fluid that uses special cells to move oxygen and nutrients around the body. The nervous system is simple, consisting of a central nerve ring around the esophagus that branches into nerves that connect to the rest of the body. Urchins have no eyes (except for the family Diadematidae, which have eyespots), but are sensitive to light. The gonads are usually small, but during mating season they can swell to fill much of the body cavity.

(Image: a drawn diagram showing a cross-section of a sea urchin, with the different organs and body parts labeled. End ID. Source)

Sea urchins are found in oceans worldwide, from intertidal zones to the deep sea and the tropics to the poles. They are bottom-dwellers who feed primarily on algae, which they scrape up with their teeth. However, they will also take a variety of food, including carrion, aquatic plants, and other slow-moving or sessile animals like sponges, polyps, bivalves, worms, and sea cucumbers. Urchins can play a key role in regulating algae populations through their ecosystems, but they also rely on predators to keep from overeating necessary algae. Famously, California's kelp forests were almost destroyed by urchins eating the kelp after their primary predator, sea otters, were driven to near extinction. Urchin's primary defense against predators is their hard tests and spines. As most of the edible portion of the urchin is within the test, predators have to get through both layers of defense first. The spines are hollow and each can be moved independently of each other, allowing them to be positioned toward a threat. Many species contain venom within their spines as an added layer of defense. This venom is rarely dangerous to humans, but can cause swelling and painful reactions. Another layer of defense is the pedicellaria, which are good at removing small animals and parasites from the skin. The flower urchin, Toxopneustes pileolus, has modified its pedicellaria into flower-like structures that extend beyond the spines and can deliver a sting that can be fatal to humans.

(Image: a flower urchin. It is a pinkish urchin covered with flower-like structures that extend to the length of the spines. It has placed some bits of shells on top of it. End ID)

Sea urchins possess distinct males and females, though the differences are internal, making it impossible to tell which is which based on visual examination. During mating seasons, the gonads swell as they generate gametes. Urchins tend to reproduce in groups at synchronized times (possibly correlated with the phases of the moon in shallow-water species) to maximize the possibility of fertilization. When ready to mate, the gametes are squeezed to empty their contents through the genital pores and into the water column. Sperm must find egg in the water to fertilize it. Most sea urchins provide no parental care, but in some species, the female will retain the eggs in her spines to protect them. The eggs hatch into bilaterally symmetrical larvae called plutei that drift with the plankton. As they develop, a section of the larvae will develop into a radially symmetrical adult rudiment. This piece will eventually break off and become the juvenile urchin while the rest of the larva dies. Because echinoderms start out as bilaterally symmetrical larvae, we can infer that they developed from bilaterally symmetrical ancestors and the radial symmetry of adults is a more recent development.

(image: a series of photos showing the embryological development of a sea urchin from a single cell to a cluster of cells, to a bell-like structure, to growing several arms, to the eventual adult developing and breaking off. End ID. Source)

Fossils show that the oldest sea urchins had large, club-like spines that they walked on, with the modern spines being a later development. Most of those urchins died out with the dinosaurs, leaving the pencil urchins of order Cicaroida as the only living members. All other living urchins are Part of the clade Euechinoidea. Amongst them, there are still some oddballs, known as the irregular urchins of clade Irregularia. These urchins have moved away from radial symmetry, with less symmetrical segments and the anus and mouth moving from being on the top and bottom to being on the sides in the heart urchins. Heart urchins have gone from bilateral symmetry to radial symmetry and are now going back to bilateral symmetry. Heart urchin mouths don't have an Aristotle's lantern. Instead, they use strands of mucus to capture food and cilia to pull the strands back inside. Sand dollars, also known as sea cookies or sea biscuits, are also in this clade. These are flattened urchins with short and very fin spines that resemble velvet. They are burrowers who spend much of their time buried under sand and as such are rarely seen alive. The name sand dollar comes from their tests, which are similar to old dollar coins and can often be found washed up on beaches. While still radially symmetrical, sand dollars also have a secondary form of bilateral symmetry, with a distinct front and back end that often look different. Irregular sea urchins also tend to have fewer gonads and associated pores than regular sea urchins.

(image: a red pencil urchin (Heterocentrotus mamillatus) nestled among coral. Instead of spines, it has a series of long, thick, red clubs. End ID)

(image: a purple heart urchin (Spatangus purpureus). It is an urchin elongated on one direction and with a few rows of long spines amongst short ones. On the surface facing the camera is a large hole that could be the mouth or the anus. End ID)

(image: a group of irregular sand dollars (Dendraster excentricus) partially buried in the sand. They are round, flat animals with a velvety covering of tiny spines. The are sticking out of the sand. End ID)

Sea urchins have been known to humans for as long as people have lived near the ocean. Stings can occur when people step on them and can cause pain and irritation, but are rarely medically significant. That being said, some people can have allergies to the venom, which could be a big problem. Spines left in the wound should be removed, as they can continue injecting venom. Urchins are a food source for people around the world, specifically the gonads, which are the only meaty part of the animal. The gonads are often marketed as roe or corals and can be eaten raw or cooked. Urchins are also used as a model organism in embryology due to the interesting and well-studied nature of their larval development. Urchins are vulnerable to pollution, habitat loss, and over-predation. Ocean acidification due to climate change poses a major threat to them, as it reduces the quality of their tests.

(image: tow sea urchins served as food. They are upside-down with the bottoms removed. The gonads are visible within as five orange, spongy structures that take up most of the body cavity. End ID)

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ilium-ilia · 2 months ago

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As Your Skin Gives

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Chapter Seven: eyes

tw: non-con

That night, Johnny does not let you go.

He keeps you like a long broken promise, arms squeezing around you tight enough to punish himself on your sharp edges, until his blood has coated you in an apology. It’s suffocating breathing the same air as him. Shared breaths. A union that’s almost worse than the joining of flesh.

The heat makes it difficult to sleep. Between the summer breeze and Johnny’s warmth radiating off of him, you’re covered in perspiration when dawn breaks over the duvet in soft streams. Simon’s alarm rouses him not too long after, prompting him to roll over to look at you with a glare. His nose flares. Deep sniffs to the crown of your head before he grunts, fingers pushing Johnny’s arms off of you before he tugs on your collar.

“Time for a bath, Bonnie. C’mon. You smell like a fuckin’ dog.”

It’s the same thing all over again. Doted on hand and feet by a man who’s very existence attempts to convince you that you don’t deserve such grace. Fingernails scraping the grime and dried cum from your skin, angry lines searing into your muscles from his pressure—his fingers grace over your throat, and when it does you fear he might like how tender the flesh is there. That he might want to squeeze and see how far it compresses until the cartilage pops like fireworks in summertime.

Your days continue to pass like this. Pathetic whining from Johnny as he begs Simon to have his way with you. Fingers down your throat to ensure you’ve taken your medicine like a good pup. Body crushed by sadistic love—nothing but a catalyst for debauched fantasies in rotten brains. Your bravery comes slow and careful as you find your voice again, though your words often fall flat. Too gauche to save yourself. Forever looking out the window, yearning for something softer—

—for fresh air.

Sweat clings around your throat like a noose. It nestles underneath your collar, sticky and thick, where the leather adheres to your skin like it’s becoming a part of you. You’re morphing. Becoming the dog Simon so desperately pretends you are. A finger slides between your skin and your damnation, collecting moisture and grime, forcing you to grimace. It’s fine. You wipe your hand on the grass underneath you, and you remind yourself a little bit of sweat is worth it.

You’re outside.

Rays of sun kiss your skin between dancing leaves in the humid summer air as the grass acts as a bed below you. You could cry. You feel it build up in the back of your throat and the corners of your eyes—an odd relief. You never thought you’d be outside again, forever locked in that house with that crazy man and his disobedient mutt. A sweet summer breeze teases your hair and cools your skin as you lean against the trunk of a tree. Nature’s call whispers just beyond the edge of the forest where a cool stream babbles as it smooths stones and sediment along its bed.

This is the most free you’ve felt since you were brought to this wretched place, though it doesn’t come without its drawbacks. There’s a ten foot radius in which you’re allowed to travel, as Simon has taken care to tie you tightly to the tree via your collar, ensuring your bright ideas can’t get the better of you.

Johnny had begged and pleaded fruitlessly for days on end to let you outside with him, and then even more to let you join him in the forest—where he’s surely stalking around now—but Simon refuses to have any of it. You’re left alone with the brute as he tends to a modest garden with flowering tomatoes and cucumbers while Johnny allows himself to be swallowed up by the thick foliage and bramble of the woods.

Still, while Simon works, you are allowed peace. Birds sing and call to one another in the branches above you as you pull budding clovers from the base of the tree. Pale green roots peel easily beneath your fingernails, and you shove them into your mouth. Its flavor is bland—watery and earthen. It’s the closest thing to freedom you’ve tasted for weeks. You savor it. Roll it around on your tongue before swallowing it down.

“Bonnie!”

Johnny calls your name from the environs of the forest, returning from his adventure with a wild array of flowers in hand. Metal clinks as the tag of his collar jingles in tune with his jogging, and he approaches you with a grin. Knees sink into the grass next to you as he holds the flowers for you to take—you’ve gotten better at not flinching when he moves around you.

“Look! Pretty, aren’t they?” he asks.

There’s no rhyme nor reason to the mess of flowers in his fist. Bruised daisies with spindly stems mixed with bright yellow buttercups and blood red poppies. They’re tied together with the thin, malleable stem of some greenery you don’t recognize. There’s a surprising weight to them as you take it into your own hand, thumbing over the cool stems.

“They’re beautiful,” you agree, voice stiff.

“Just like you. So pretty and soft.” He looks at you, and you can see the earth’s reflection in his eyes as it curves around the shape of your body. Large hands reach for you, warm palms cupping your cheeks as you freeze, tree bark digging into your spine as you stiffen. “I can’t get enough of you.”

That brief taste of freedom quickly sours in your mouth as Johnny’s lips crash against yours, and you are reminded that not even in the glory of the outdoors are you safe. He is surprisingly soft with you, a gentle and adoring embrace, but there is a heat behind his skin that bubbles and roars. You feel it fight against him, skin searing and blistering. He’d eat you alive and leave your bones to bleach in the sun if he wanted.

Johnny doesn’t stop at just a kiss. He never does. He’s always hungry. Always yearning. Greedy hands paw at your chest, pinning you against the unforgiving trunk of the tree while your heels dig into the soft earth beneath you. It gives you no purchase as your elbows buckle underneath his weight while you attempt to urge him off.

In your head, you scream as clear as day, but your mouth makes no sound.

“Johnny!”

Simon’s call is the only voice of reason he listens to. The man tears himself from your lips as he looks over his shoulder, chest heaving. Thin strings of saliva keep the two of you connected, but they break with a gentle gust of wind, leaving the moisture to fall on your chest instead. A basket of vegetables sits in the brute’s gloved hands, and you want to laugh at how terribly domestic he looks with dirt stained pants and a sweat slicked brow.

For a moment, he almost looks human.

“Bring ‘er inside,” Simon orders.

Muscles tense in your body as Johnny undoes the tether keeping you bound to the tree. Wilting fibers of pretty flower stems stain your hand, grip having destroyed their beauty in your poor attempt at denying Johnny his only right on this property. You leave them on the ground beneath the tree as Johnny beckons you inside with him. Truly, they are beautiful. Vibrant colors, soft petals—but you will not damn such an innocent thing to the same life as you. Better to rot in the shade of a tree.

By some miracle, you are left alone after you’re locked back inside. You’re perched by the window in the living room, gazing at the dying bouquet of flowers as a curious bird pecks at the decaying flesh of its pollen. You envy it. Not the bird, but the floral mess it tears to shreds. You shouldn’t. You are already in the flower’s shoes. One in the same. Dainty things too soft to fight against the fingers that plucked you up from home. You wonder if, at the end of all of this, you’ll be laid to rest beneath a tree that will sing whispering lullabies to your corpse.

Sharp, grating metal clinks and clatters in the kitchen capturing your attention and ripping you from your daydreams with clawed fingers. A fetid odor wafts around the house, assaulting your nose with a sharp sting that not even the breeze blowing through the window can quell. Curiosity gets the better of you as you slip free from your perch and you quietly wander through the living room. After spending more time than you would like to be trapped in this house, you have every squeaky floorboard memorized; you approach in silence.

Gingerly, you peer around the corner of the entrance to find Simon sitting faced away from you at the table. Hulking shoulders stretch apart a stained white shirt as he scrubs away at something with a blackened toothbrush. Metal parts of varying sizes lay in neat lines in front of him, coupled with the wood stock of—

—a gun.

Beautiful and well loved, the dark stain of the wood stock glistens in the light seeping through the windows as Simon scrubs at the inner mechanisms with a solvent. It’s gutted. Completely useless. Yet, your blood turns to ice in your veins at the very idea of the weapon. Every organ halts its functions, and you’re left in breathless terror. This shouldn’t surprise you. He drugged you, kidnapped you, and now keeps you like a pet—why wouldn’t this monster have a gun? And still, it’s a violent reminder.

A gun isn’t as fun as his bare hands.

Simon huffs as he places the part down in favor of a new one, coating the toothbrush with more solvent before continuing to scrub. Your brain finally begins to wake up as it sounds alarms deep within your psyche, urging you to flee, but as your eyes scan the surface of the table, you quickly realize there is no running away. There is no hiding place where his eyes cannot reach you.

Phone propped up against a tool kit, Simon has a perfect view of everything in the house. The living room where you spent the last hour daydreaming, the empty bedroom, both entrances to the house—everything. There is not an inch of this prison that is not able to be broadcasted to his phone. Even now, the way your body curls around the doorway is within his view, proving your guilty nosiness.

“Huntin’ season soon, Bonnie,” he says, hands still working. He does not look back. He doesn’t need to. You’re already in his line of sight.

There’s a faint, gruff chuckle that leaves his lips when you silently back away, slinking into your burrow like the scared little rabbit that you are. You want to retreat back to the window, to watch the world pass you by, but it’s too close. It’s too close to Simon, and there are eyes in these walls.

So you wander with your gaze trained above you, seeking out the glimpse of a camera lens as you try to calm your breath. You’ve been here for weeks and had never noticed such an intrusion, always too busy keeping your head low lest you gather unwanted attention. What has he seen you do? What has he watched happen to you? Has he seen it all? Every little thing Johnny’s done? How his favorite pet takes and takes and takes? Does he enjoy it when you’re undone? When you’re so used up you can’t even move?

This is why he looks at you the way he does—asks you questions he already knows the answers to. You feel your fists clench, nails biting into your palms as your fingers quake. What a foul, nasty, terrifying creature. A beast with too many eyes for his own good. If you could, you’d pluck them out of his very skull one by one and eat them.

“Bonnie?”

Johnny’s voice stops you in the middle of the hallway. You’re not even sure why you’re here. Perhaps you were wanting to hide in the bedroom—cover yourself up in blankets as if you’re a child attempting to will away the scary man preparing for his hunt. But there’s something new; an unfamiliar door open, one you have never been quite brave enough to venture through.

Treading carefully, you approach the door to find a strange room. Somehow, it’s quieter here than it is in the rest of the house, yet chaotically strewn about. Bookshelves hold art supplies on old boards, paint stains the floor in various spots, and a large cork board displays inky artwork. It’s overflowing. Pins diving into the walls, hanging up depictions of trees and unfamiliar rooms. In the midst of it all is Johnny, who sits at a large cartography desk marred with small scratches and spilled ink. He’s already looking up at the doorway before you enter, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“I knew it was you. Your feet are lighter than Simon’s are,” he gloats.

Blinking, you can’t help but tilt your head at his tone. He seems different somehow. Relaxed. A pencil lazily sits in his hand, tip resting against paper, graphite smearing along his pinky. You venture a step into the room, and he doesn’t seem to object. In fact, he welcomes it as he gestures to the corner of the room on your right.

“You’re welcome to have a seat,” he offers.

An oversized reclining chair sits nestled against the wall with fluffy cushions. Its seat is sunken in—well loved and used—yet looks all the more comfortable for it. Confused, you narrow your eyes at Johnny as you take another cautious step toward him.

“Are you drawing?” You don’t know why you ask. It’s obvious what he’s doing, and speaking to the man who uses your body against your will on a regular basis is the most degrading thing you think you’ve ever done, yet your tongue moves anyway.

“A bit,” he concedes. “The stream looked nice today. I wanted to draw it before I forgot what it looked like. I like saving memories.”

He turns the paper in your direction, and you can make out the image of it clear as day. Pristine water cascades over smooth stones in a tiny waterfall in the stream, swirling with faint bubbles and lost leaves. You can see every ripple of water; the tufts of grass that kiss the bed, and the flowers that sway in their midst. It’s alarmingly beautiful and expertly captured coming from a man who has only ever brought you pain.

“It’s lovely,” you breathe. A proud smirk pulls at his lips as he brings the paper back into his view, and you swallow. “Do you… have trouble remembering things, Johnny?”

He shrugs. “I used to, but not much anymore. I’m all healed up now.” He states this flippantly as if it’s not a concerning thing to admit, all while tapping the side of his head.

For the first time since you had the misfortune of meeting him, you look at Johnny. Really look at him. You see past the collar and the dumb glaze of his eyes and you catch on to the scars that litter his body. The tattoo on his arm—some sort of coat of arms you don’t recognize—the graphite staining his fingers, the puffy scar that dissects his hair near his temple. There’s a stark difference between the ruggedness he holds and the one Simon displays—Johnny is softer, somehow. Better loved and cared for.

Someone else is in control of your body; someone stupid. Your fingers float through the air as you reach for him, skin brushing against the overgrown mohawk of his hair and then tracing the scar. It’s blunt. Round. Somewhat hidden behind the thick, dark hair on his head, but you feel the way it tugs and protrudes out of his skin. He sizes you up as you press against him, blinks, then leans into your touch.

“Were… were you hurt?” you ask through the tightening of your throat.

When he nods in confirmation, your touch slips from his head, but Johnny catches you. He’s gentle. Loving. He holds you, tracing the back of your hand with the tips of his fingers as he looks up at you through heavy lids.

“What happened?” You need to stop. You need to shut up but the questions won’t stop pouring out of your mouth. No, you need to know more about them. Gather as much information as you can so when you finally get out of this hell hole, you’ll know exactly who to point at.

Johnny moves your hand to his lips, pressing a fat kiss against your knuckles before rubbing it in with his thumb. “I had a bad day. That’s all, Bonnie.” Once again, his lips are on your hand, tender and soft, before he relinquishes it. The eraser of his pencil taps lightly against the wooden desk as his head quirks to the side, eyes clearing. “Go sit down, Bonnie.”

Against your better judgement, you do. Something thick hangs in the air. A gnarly trepidation that you can’t shake, yet you sink into the recliner so easily that you nearly forget the discomfort. It’s easy to ignore the feeling of dread clawing at your chest when you’re busy searching the walls for eyes—

—and you find it. A small, impossibly tiny hole drilled near the far corner of the room. With that angle, it’s able to view nearly the entire room, save for the space just under it where a bookshelf resides. A faint glint from the overhead light illuminates the lens as if it’s winking at you, taunting and toying with you like the pet you are. Its reminder rings clear in your head, and you take care to engrave it in your mind as you glance back at Johnny.

You’ve got to tread more carefully than this, Bonnie.

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pretzelwrites · 14 days ago

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THE COLONEL'S INSPECTION - PT 2 .

summary: following the encounter with caleb in part one, you have a power struggle ending with him taking matters into his own hands once again.

warnings: nsfw (18+, minors dni), smut with plot, dubcon, bratty virgin!reader, caleb alternates between being mean as hell and sweet, very sensitive/responsive reader, caleb and reader argue at the beginning, a sprinkle of dumbification, squirting, this is genuine filth, unprotected piv, creampie, praising, implied size difference, lots of pet names, they really don’t give a damn about the plates or grandma’s table apparently, caleb talks you through it, actually caleb doesn’t shut up ever. lots of petnames including gege, pipsqueak, honey, baby, and good girl. use of y/n.

characters: caleb from love and deepspace (post-explosion with some edits), afab!mc reader. everyone is in their twenties.

wc: 2.9k

author’s note: biiiig thank you for all the love on part one, and i’m sorry this took awhile to update!

*if you missed it, you can read part one here.

tags: @mcdepressed290 @petulapetula @sylvieisoffline @boonbyu @kithyyy @kayylebb

caleb left you sitting in your bitter silence to heat up dinner. your thighs are squeezed shut, fists balled up on their softness, huffing and puffing through tight lips. you wanted to curse caleb, beat him, strangle him— but the memory of his authentic grin quelled your anger each time you tried to condemn him. you hadn’t realized just how much you needed to see that smile until then.

as the seconds bled into minutes, the air filled with rich smells drifting in from the kitchen. caleb claimed to only be heating up leftovers but you heard chopping, along with the scent of something fresh and earthy. when he returns, he’s expertly balancing multiple dishes: a large leafy salad, braised chicken with eggplant, perfectly steamed rice, dumplings, smashed cucumbers… and even homemade strawberry mochi.

it was practically a feast of all your favorites.

“i know you prefer matcha mochi, but it’s too late for caffeine. don’t wantcha up all night...” his words are punctuated by a clink of each dish as they’re placed at the center of the table in an enticing arrangement fit for a magazine spread. if you weren’t so upset, you would’ve been drooling.

caleb immediately grabbed the empty plate in front of you and began loading it up with food. you watched him with your jaw clenched, biting the inside of your cheek hard enough to draw blood. this was a normal occurrence for the two of you, as bizarre as it seemed in hindsight. you couldn’t remember a time when caleb didn’t prepare your food from start to finish.

this usually made you feel safe, supported… but now it was just another example of your stolen autonomy and the inherent dominance he had over you.

“i don’t like eggplant.” you blurted just as the serving spoon hovered over your plate with a heaping amount of it. caleb laughed incredulously, “huh? is that some sort of joke, pipsquea-”

“i said, i. don’t. like. it.” you reiterated much more harshly. you didn’t care that it was obviously a lie, you were just scrambling for a sense of control wherever you could find it. the edges of caleb’s smile tilted downward, and for a beat you expect him to force you into eating it, but the eggplant makes its way onto his plate instead.

it was hard to tell who’s more at fault for the suffocating atmosphere after he returned to his seat across the table. your hands remain planted on your lap, not even bothering to acknowledge the food despite your growing hunger. meanwhile, caleb was carrying on like everything was normal, devouring his meal with hums of satisfaction. unsurprisingly, he was the one to break the silence. “this may be harsh, but that artist tara loves is sort of a joke to me. he’s one of those guys that just throws paint on a canvas and calls it art. what did you think?”

silence.

caleb swallowed a mouthful of chicken before starting up again, this time trying a different angle: flattery wrapped up in nostalgia. “that dessert spot you two chose was delicious. actually, it kinda reminds me of that place we used to visit back home. you remember, don’t you? the one where you got scared by that fluffy white dog, and i had to hold your hand all the way home?”

more silence.

this got the point across for caleb— you weren’t just going to let what happened that night be forgotten like he hoped. he placed his chopsticks down on the table and propped his head up against his fist, all while never losing sight of you.

“…you’re upset with me?”

“what the hell do you think?” your retort was scathing, delivered through gritted teeth.

he is visibly taken aback by your outburst, but it doesn’t take long until his irritation morphs into a forced smile. caleb’s long fingers tapped against the table impatiently, as if your disobedience was merely an inconvenient chore that he needed to get over with.

“i did what i had to do. that’s what i always do to protect you.”

the insinuation that any of this was for any reason other than his own selfish desires, was enough to send you over the edge. your plate of food soars across the table, aimed squarely at his head. he doesn’t jump, or even blink, still maintaining that harrowing look while a glass plate topped with hot chicken barrels toward him. your ‘weapon’ of choice hit a barrier just a foot from his face, suspended like a floating mosaic by his evol.

“fine, you want this to be a bad night? then we can have a bad night.” caleb rose from his chair in a flourish, the plate and food crashing to the table at the same time. only his own food wasn’t contaminated by the broken glass that scattered everywhere.

shit.

the wet ache between your legs worsened with each step he took towards you. you knew you needed to put an end to this before it escalated beyond something you two could come back from. you couldn’t be ‘inspected’ by him again, or else you’d risk revealing how deeply you desired him. your eyes darted around the room to search for something— an exit, a means of defense— anything to throw a wrench in his plans.

unfortunately for you, any distance is closed within seconds. in one swift move, caleb pulled you up from your chair by your wrists, hoisting you up in his arms. he carried you back to his seat where you’re placed on his muscled thighs.

“you can be pissed at me all you want, but you’re going to eat a proper meal regardless. you’ve only had alcohol and greasy food since you got here.” he wasn’t wrong, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction by outright admitting it. your lips pursed into a slim line, resorting to the silent treatment once again. with a small sigh, caleb’s steady hand scoops up a piece of chicken, including eggplant, and brings the food to your lips.

“open,” he ordered.

that’s it? you thought, he just wants to feed me?

you turn your head away with your nose lifted in an act of exaggerated disgust. “are you out of it? i already told you, i don’t like-”

sudden cold firmly captured your chin to turn your face back toward him, forcing you to confront the strictness you knew all too well.

“Y/N, enough.” was all he needed to say to put an end to whatever confidence you had. your pout opened just wide enough for him to slide a mouthful inside. caleb repeats this motion, picking up the leftover food from his plate and feeding it to you bite by bite. the combination of sitting on his lap and being forced to eat would’ve been completely humiliating if not for the way it filled you with warmth.

after twenty minutes, he stopped.

“it’s strange, you've never fought me like this before…” he paused to swipe a crumb from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “even when you’re the most disobedient, you usually come around. yet, now it seems like you doubt my ability to guide you.” caleb muttured bitterly, his other hand absentmindedly trailed up your leg, nearing the folded hem of your dress. your mind flooded with rated thoughts, brought on by the lightest of touch.

“i- huh?” while you were finding it embarrassingly difficult to stay angry and focused on the moment. yet, it didn’t look like he noticed your squirming at all.

he continued, “you call me your gege, but you expect me to let you do whatever you want even if it’s reckless. i’m supposed to guide you, and i don’t plan to stop just because you’re naive enough to think you know better. if you think you’re going to keep secrets from me and blahblahblah…” his voice faded into nothing. you were far too entranced by the sight of his hand, knowing that those fingers had been inside you in a way no one else’s had. caleb’s hand stalled, snapping you out of your trance.

“Y/N, are you paying attention?”

“what? n-no, why should i?” you huffed, flicking strands of hair out of your face that got misplaced during the scuffle. once again, caleb’s unrelenting gaze took apart every inch of you until there was nothing left except the truth you refused to admit.

“you’re throwing a fit because i left you unsatisfied, is that the issue?” your already blushed skin reddened to a fiery red hue as he scrutinized you.

“…no?” you said without an ounce of believability.

a moment of awkward, almost painful, silence descended as the two of you sit in the revelation. caleb’s face betrayed little emotion besides contemplation, and you couldn’t help but worry if you officially crossed the point of no return.

you’re mentally preparing another poor excuse when caleb’s lips are suddenly pressed against yours for a light, chaste kiss— probing the validity of your words in the most direct manner. you didn’t fight him, you didn’t even give into shock, instead you met his kiss with far more intensity.

while your eyes are closed, lips still locked together, you can hear the table being cleared with a burst of energy. the plates and dishes fall to the ground with a loud, scattering crash.

caleb’s shirt is discarded on the floor next to your dress and panties in a bundled heap of soft floral print and white. at some point, between him hoisting you onto the table and slotting himself between your legs, he stripped you completely nude and himself shirtless.

his was a chest you’d seen bare plenty of times in the past, but this wasn’t the same as your friendly trips to the beach or afternoons spent spectating his basketball practice. this was new, far more thrilling and irresistible. unconsciously, you placed your hand on his chest, sliding it down over his muscled abdomen to the whisper of hair peeking out just above the waist of his jeans. this earned a smile from caleb, who found the lustful look in your eye utterly delicious.

“god, you're perfect.” he murmured under his breath. you’re wide open for him, panting, desperate— your pretty pussy completely vulnerable and begging to be fucked. it was better than any fantasy, any wet dream that he entertained through his years of repression. caleb made quick work of removing his belt and unbuttoning his pants, allowing his length to spring out of its confines.

water filled your mouth at the sight of his flushed tip, dripping with pre-cum. he slowly slid a hand under your knee, holding open while he slotted his tip between your lips. you inhaled sharply as he smeared his slick over your engorged clit, trailing down your glistening folds, and stopping just outside your entrance.

even without much pressure against your tightness, you couldn’t help but tense up. he was big, much bigger than you thought he’d be. sharing a house all those years apparently didn’t prepare you for anticipating his size, and you were having doubts. besides, was it really a good idea to lose your virginity to caleb on your grandmother’s table?

“er, w-wait-” you stammered.

“hm?” caleb stopped but his tip remained pressed against your core, just a centimeter away from penetration. “why, what’s wrong?”

“i… you’re way too big for my first.”

“oh, i see...” his grip on your legs loosened ever so slightly, but he still didn’t move.

“well, it’s like i said before, my role in your life is always to protect you, give you guidance…” he kissed your skin between every other word, starting from your shoulder and traveling up the tender skin of your throat. “sometimes it’s about understanding when to stop-” caleb’s lips just barely graced your’s now, allowing your heavy breaths to intertwine. “and sometimes, it’s about knowing when you need to be brave and push yourself.” your eyes widened in a stroke of recognition of his next move.

“deep breath, honey.” caleb’s thick member pressed past the tightness of your body slowly, stretching you out inch by inch. his cock was so heavy and warm, you could feel every vein that throbbed inside of you. it felt nothing like your fingers, or his own— no, this stretch bordered on completely overwhelming. his mouth crashes into your’s to muffle your whimpers with his searing kiss, swallowing up your panicked sounds.

“f-fuck, gege-” you hissed against his lips, your delicate features contorting.

“shh, it’s alright. you’ll get used to it in a minute.” gently, he squeezed the flesh of your hips to encourage you to release some of the tension stored in your inexperienced body. “c’mon, pips, open up for me...” a shudder raced through you, pulling the last bit of energy from your already weakened form. still, you try to do as he said and relax slightly, just enough not to be so taut. your cunt, soaked with far too much arousal and less tension, swallowed him up greedily. his hips shift again while his hands switch to pressing against your legs, allowing him to sink much deeper.

“good girl,” a low approving hum rumbled in caleb’s throat. he carefully pulled out of you, leaving only the tip. “who would’ve thought you’d get so excited just from one little scolding... don’t tell me you like when i’m rough with you?”

“shut u-uuummphh…” he snapped forward just in time to shut you up, drawing out a ragged moan from the depths of your throat.

“i guess i’ve got my answer, huh?” your slick created squelching noises with every soft thrust, filling the room with a lewd melody of your pleasure. “when we’d come back home for the holidays, i’d hear you playing with yourself through the wall. back then, i thought you just enjoyed teasing me, but- hah… now i see you get a lil’ dumb when your pussy gets some attention. you probably didn’t even realize how loud you were being, poor thing.”

caleb repositioned you into the butterfly position, slinging your legs over his shoulders to pound as deep as he wanted. he graces an unfamiliar spongy spot that forces mewls out of you each time. “make sure to breathe, baby…” his voice manages to cut through the deafening buzz of your pleasure and you force yourself to take more controlled breaths. his thrusts slow again, focused on hitting your spot. your legs tremble under his weight, hips bucking but not able to shift away from the sensation. “that’s your sweet spot,” caleb explained, his tongue slipping out to trace along your quivering bottom lip. “feels good, doesn’t it?”

“oh my f-fucking god, c-caleb-”

hearing his name on your tongue eliminates any bit of mercy left in him. caleb’s thumb finds your clit, tracing circles at increasing speed aligned with the drive of his hips. your body becomes taut again, rigid from the unfamiliar sensation. but it doesn’t stop him this time, barrelling forward into your walls at an almost brutal pace. you can hear that your cunt is getting wetter, louder, and the feeling in the pit of your stomach feels different than any orgasm you had before.

“w-wait, shiiit! stop, i-i think ‘m gonna explode-”

“i know, i can feel it. go ahead, let go.”

“but- what if it gets on the t-table?!”

“gran’s not here to scold us, is she?” he grunted, never stopping his assault on your sensitive spots despite your plea.

with one more thrust, you feel yourself break. your eyes seek refuge in the back of your head as your orgasm pierces through your body. a surge of essence races out of you, covering caleb’s cock and the antique wood below you with a stream of squirt. it comes in rounds— each time making you convulse a little more harshly. the only reason you didn’t twitch yourself off the table was because the weight of caleb’s body kept you still and wide open for him.

you look divine, the soft sheen of sweat from your two intertwined bodies giving you a glow as if you were lit from within. your lips parted, crying his name so sweetly, like you’re teetering on the edge of completely losing yourself. “fuck, look at you-” he moaned, lining kisses along your jawline. “you’re so beautiful, even when you’re falling apart on my dick. shit-” you’re suddenly filled to the hilt, his balls tensing against your skin as he erupted deep inside of you. you choked out a whine, back arching up from the table as you tried to process the feeling of being impossibly full like this. rope after rope of hot seed spills from his tip plunged within you, ensuring that your cunt is forced to take every drop no matter how swollen you feel.

after what feels like eternity there, he finally (and reluctantly) pulls out. the two of you are left in the haze of your coupling as you slowly come down from your high. your regrounding is slow, with your body completely fucked out and your thoughts scattered, it’s hard to even open your eyes again.

of course, caleb noticed.

“pipsqueaaak…” he cooed while his fingertips playfully danced on your forehead, calling you back to the present. “you still with me?”

“…mmm.” your lips curved into a hazy smile, one that looked aloof and unguarded. caleb’s chest swelled with affection.

he chuckled softly, “good.”

#love and deepspace #lads caleb #caleb x reader #caleb smut #lnds smut #lads fanfic #caleb x mc #love and deepspace caleb

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tsiftor · 4 months ago

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Thinking about cumplane... scumcumplane...?

The peak lords (sy!sqq and sqh) going on a trip or mission. On that journey, they are met with a plant that entrapped people into tripping over vine-like tentacles, and into their mouth. Their head is shapped like a Venus fly trap—it is constantly open flat on the ground unless it was processing its meal—camouflaged by the greenery that surrounds it.

Sqq was able to notice the plant before anyone got tripped into its jaw simply because he smelled cup ramen. (Something that doesn't exist in ancient China or PIDW.) The plant entices people/animals by letting off a scent that people yearn, whether its perfume or food. If it is inhaled a lot, it can even cause hallucinations and/or paralysis.

Sqh just forgot that he even created the plant for some random, forgotten wife that was devoured by said plant, and lost their qi to papapa with lbh. (Fortunately, in some sense, it was a consented papapa as the random, forgotten wife was lured into the plant's jaw because she was hallucinating lbh after smelling "lbh's" scent for way too long.) It wasn't until sqh literally saw sqq getting his leg devoured did it instantaneously come to mind.

Had sqq, been a second late from jumping away, he would've been completely devoured. However, just one leg was enough for the venus trap to quickly devour sqq's qi. He groans in pain, as the hairs on the plant pierced into his leg.

In the same instant, the vine-like tentacles had yanked sqh up into the air, leaving him hanging upside down. It was probably its next meal after it was done with sqq. Sqh cuts off the entangling vines, sliding down the same vines he had cut before he rolls onto the floor, and lands on one knee acting like some super hero. Practically scoffing proudly because heh, wasn't that so cool of him? (Not the right time to be joking, though!) As sqh gets slammed to the side by another vine. Sqq had laughed at sqh because of how ridiculously stupid this whole situation was, and as a coping mechanism.

The fool coughs, like shit. The attack had knocked the wind out of his lungs. He hackles and wheezes, inhaling the plant's scent way more than necessary. He was lying prone on the leaves that had helped camouflaged the venus trap. It is especially coated with honey-like substance that acts like a sticky trap for insects or mices. He's stuck against the leaf. He covers his mouth with the end of his robe sleeves. Not that it's of any help because of the hallucination/paralysis-inducing trap. Suddenly, he remembered another key point of the venus trap.

His head swung up, eyes widened as he watches the very moment sqq had lost consciousness. "Fuck, Cucumber-bro!" He hissed underneath his breath.

"Wake up...!" He shouts, coughing. "Wake up!" He shouts again, with more urgency. His face twisted in anguish and pain as he couldn't move, he could only watch helplessly as the jaws of the venus trap released sqq's leg, and vines wiggled around sqq's limbs. (It was acting like some tentacle hentai...) That's not the key point, the key point is that the vines have this ability—oh. It needn't be elaborated as sqh gets a first class view of what exactly the vines do.

Sqq echoed...? It was like watching a rock plop into water, causing the surface of the water to riddle wavy lines. It was like watching a player lag back and forth. Sqq's soul—or rather sy's soul—had been ripped away from sqq's body. The vines that had previously been entangling sqq's body dropped him, and was now entangling sy's soul.

"Wake up before your soul gets taken away, Shen Qingqiu!" Unable to move a limb, sqh shouts, screams, and cuss to no avail. He's unable to strip the robes away as the he is being held down by vines. This is not the type of shitty porno he wrote! Hell, why did he just now realize that he doesn't know sy's real name aside from Peerless Cucumber?

And just seconds before the venus trap had open its jaws to chomp sy's soul entirely, the vines were cut into multiple pieces. Its jaw completely cut in half. Green robes fluttered, grabbing ahold of the soul before landing on their one good leg.

Sy's soul glitched like some broken TV frizzing with rgb colors. It cackles as if a fuzz had popped. The soul had previously been a cyan green color. It is now that of a normal human. Their hair is no longer long or ebony, its more slightly gray. Their skin blushed red, they huffed a fever. Their long lashes contorted into their scrunched face, they kind of look adorable... Hell, who the hell is that? It doesn't look like sqq at all, which makes sense as the one that had been occupying sqq this whole time wasn't sqq.

But then, who the hell is actually occupying sqq now...? Of course, who else but the original goods? The original sqq has sy in his arms, looking down at him as if he was looking at some bug. At any moment, he looked like he'll drop sy into the hole where the venus trap had once been hiding in. However, that never comes. He merely stares at sy, looking rather displeased.

With the venus trap dead, the honey-like substance that had once entrapped sqh prone to the leaf had lost its effect. Its unknown how it works, really. May hap it was the results of qi-depletion. Whatever, the details of how the plant works are not that important.

Sqh runs to sqq? Sy? With whatever adrenaline helping him. He looks up at sqq and down at sy before he just hugs the both of them. "Thank you. Oh my fucking god. Thank you, thank you for being alive." It's unknown who exactly he's saying that to...

And then, I never got past this idea! Lmao, it simply loops in my brain, never continuing

#svsss #cumplane #scumcum #scumcumplane #i don't fucking know #an attempt in mixing comedy and some type of angst #ark

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klavlock · 7 months ago

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ok so. hear me out on this one but moshang and bingqui swingers au (cw for infidelity and airplane levels of silly plot contrivance re:demon culture)

shen qingqiu does not mean to walk in on his semi-clothed husband grinding down on his equally dishevelled second in command. that wasn’t… like. intentional. he was bored and binghe and mobei jun were doing demon realm politics things and he wondered if they might want company! which clearly!! they didn’t!

he does scream. but its in shock! and then, a second later, when what he’s seeing dawns on him, in anger.

oh. then he’s crying. yep, those are tears. and his legs feel a little weak so… floor time!

binghe and mobei jun make themselves presentable at speed and then binghe is hovering in front of sqq, apologies tumbling from his lips and pulling sqq’s hands away from his face. sqq isn’t really listening.

but when mobei jun tries to sneak out past him sqq grabs that motherfucker by the sleeve and drags him down to his eye level. “don’t you fucking go anywhere.”

mobei jun looks? a little frightened maybe? good. he should be. “consort shen-“

“how the fuck could you do that to shang qinghua.”

binghe’s torrent of apologies pauses. “shizun?”

“mobei jun. tell me you did not just cheat on my best friend.”

mobei jun does not say anything. binghe is still holding sqq’s wrists, so he cannot claw the other man’s eyes out. “let go of me, binghe.”

binghe drops his hands immediately. “shizun-“

shen qingqiu has stopped crying now. he wipes the last of his tears away from his face. “tell me why i shouldn’t rip your dick off?” he asks mobei jun, his tone steely.

binghe breaks in again. “shizun, this husband must take equal blame, i’m sorry. mobei and i were sparring, it got heated - i thought-“

“binghe, shush for a sec. i’m not mad at you.” sqq does not see the look of utter confusion on his husband's face. his attention is on mobei jun. “did you cheat on my best friend?”

“in demon culture-“

sqq lunges.

by the time shen qingqiu has been wrestled off mobei jun, the latter is sporting multiple scratches, a sword wound in his shoulder and the beginnings of a black eye. also, a new respect and admiration for lord luo’s spouse.

shang qinghua has also arrived. he has assured sqq that yes. this was an aspect of demon culture he had actually consented to, he’s fully aware his king sometimes rubs one out with other ppl, no it doesn’t bother him but “luo binghe? my king?? did you have a death wish??”

sqq threatens mbj a few more times for good measure. sqh gets a little misty eyed at how deep his bro’s loyalty goes. he is reassured that sqh’s feelings are not hurt and the only boundary crossed was mbj’s choice of sparring/sex partner. (a discussion that sqh could handle without his bro’s help, seriously, cucumber.)

only then does sqq turn his attention to his husband. who’s immediately throws himself at sqq’s feet. “this luo binghe does not deserve his shizun’s forgiveness, he only asks—“

“this husband is not mad at you. binghe is a growing boy-“ (shang qinghua squawks) “-he has hormonal urges that he cannot always control. this master wishes to be informed ahead of time, in future, if his husband wishes to spend time with another lover. I only ask that I remain the first in his heart and… in his bed.”

there. sqq thinks. i’ve handled the whole harem-creation urge of binghe's very nicely. established my own boundaries but let lbh sow his wild oats, or whatever the phrase is.

sqq has no idea why everyone’s mouths are hanging open.

“that’s it?” asks sqh. “you almost kill my king for maybe being disloyal to me but your husband gets off scott-free?”

“binghe’s binghe. i can’t be mad at him.”

sqh facepalms. binghe preens. only mbj looks confused. “so… lord luo and i may continue…?”

“only if quinghua’s ok with it. but yes. this master allows it.”

mbj nods. “thanking consort shen for his generosity and understanding. will you be taking a bed warmer? traditionally, of course, it would be shang qinghua-“

sqh lets out a squeak. sqq’s eyes widen. “what, like—“ he turns to sqh, who flinches. his sword is tossed aside, pulled from him during his attack on mobei-jun, but he brandishes his fan menacingly. “DID YOU WRITE SWINGING INTO PIDW?”

“ONLY INTO THE DRAFTS, DUDE.” sqh raises his arms above his head for protection but it’s too late. sqq’s upon him.

luo binghe and mobei jun watch their spouses tussle onto the floor and then watch in fascination as sqq proves himself very adept at demon sparring culture after all by straddling sqh and pressing his face roughly into the ground.

“did you just lick my hand?”

“i’ll lick your /face/“

“well since you’re a hack who wrote swinging into the narrative you might as well /kiss/ my face you ridiculous, awful— mmmmffh”

and they were kissing. perfect. mbj shoots lbh a look and lbh nods, gesturing to the door. their husbands seem occupied and he and mbj didn’t exactly get to finish what they were doing earlier. they should remedy that.

#mobing #moshang #bingqiu #cumplane #svsss #svsss au #text post

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mymoshangthoughts · 5 months ago

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a list of silly moshang ideas

for your entertainment and bc i had fun compiling them LOL

shang qinghua being so sexually expressive with his desires that mobei jun is a blushing miserable mess. like either they've gotten together and now that shang qinghua is comfortable knowing he's got his man, he just lets loose with everything on his mind. and sure, mobei jun is dtf and happy to try anything shang qinghua suggests, but that doesnt mean that the way shang qinghua can just shamelessly say the most unhinged and kinky shit doesn't literally make him about to explode with fluster. or even just the mundane way that shang qinghua will grope or talk to him. just qinghua slumps down next to his husband and cuddles against his side, when suddenly shang qinghua just rests a hand on his dick and sighs wistfully "man i love the shape of you inside of me" and wtf is mobei jun supposed to do with that?! other than become very flustered and maybe bring that into reality. but also its not like shang qinghua is even coming on to him. he just likes to cuddle and grope his hubbys huge dick. mobei jun was not prepared for just how comfortable with sex, sexual topics, and touching shang qinghua would be and he is losing his mind just a little bit. alternatively, on the slowburn side of this idea, shang qinghua and mobei jun are still Just Friends, but now that shang qinghua is comfortable at his side, he lets himself say all sorts of filthy shit bc he's just like "ah guy friends can talk abt dirty shit right? half my topics with cucumber-bro are sexual in nature (bc of the fucking novel they're stuck in), half of the convos i had online were sexual in nature (bc of the novel he wrote), so it's totally normal to just talk to a bro about the intricacies of the kama sutra and shit like that lol". meanwhile mobei jun is Losing His Fucking Mind because sure, half his conversations with shang qinghua are perfectly normal things. work, travel, hobbies, and all that stuff. but then the other half is just the most filthy stuff that mobei jun never dared to imagine and its all pouring out of the mouth of the man that he wants more than breathing and He Is Not Okay Right Now

kitty!mobei jun sitting on airplanes head. i'm thinking a shapeshifting demon OR mobei jun hit with a transformation curse. anyway, modern day so either he got dumped between worlds or its just a modern au where demons just exist and humans are none the wiser. anyway, airplane is just a shitty writer who is doing his best when suddenly this cat decided "your house is my house bitch" and now he's just accepted his fate and the cat sits on his head while he writes and bothers him all day and literally kicked him off his bed. altho nowadays the cat will very reluctantly let airplane cuddle with him on the bed, but claws are always on the table. and airplane just kinda wonders if this is how everyone gets a cat bc wtf is happening and how is this his life

shang qinghua handing mobei jun a document to sign and he does so unthinkingly, bc he trusts qinghua, and a moment later shang qinghua is whooping because "AHAHAHA NOW WE'RE MARRIED AND YOU CANT GET OUT OF IT BWAHAHA" and he just doesnt have the heart to tell qinghua that there was literally no need to trick him into this, he absolutely would have done it knowingly because it's kinda funny to watch shang qinghua lose his mind over his "diabolical plot" succeeding (look as soon as airplane figured that mobei prolly wouldnt kill him for it, he was willing to do just about anything to tie that man down). mobei jun just likes how his now husband looks when he's "won"

mobei jun slumped against shang qinghua while he goes about his day and everyone watching on in confused fear as the king of the north just drapes himself all over shang qinghua and shang qinghua just keeps working as if nothing is going on. all the servants in the palace feeling deeply uncomfortable, but they can't do anything about it and shang qinghua just waves off anyone who asks about it and is the king purring?!

shang qinghua wearing a sexy maid costume completely shamelessly while mobei jun tries to cover him up. shang qinghua thinks the costume is hilarious and he has no idea what the outfit is DOING to poor mobei jun, much less all of the very "looking disrespectfully" looks he's earning from others bc he just thinks it's funny as fuck. altho even after he learns that mobei jun is about to lose his mind over it, he's just as shameless except now he's doing it on purpose and someone send help, mobei jun is gonna have a heart attack.

mobei jun biting shang qinghua's ear when he loses an argument before storming away. like no explanation, nothing. just he loses an argument, he bites shang qinghua's ear, and he storms away in a huff. bonus if it's before they're in a relationship so shang qinghua is doubly confused as to just What The Fuck Just Happened

mobei jun waking up to see shang qinghua asleep at his side and marveling at the sight. simple and fluffy, he just loves the soft moments in the morning when he can just bask at the easy intimacy between them and how special it feels to be with the one he loves.

dimension hopping time-traveling pidw!mobei jun finds himself in the pivotal moment when he first met og!shang qinghua. he's about to intervene when he sees that shang qinghua is about to bash his head in with a rock (the same way that the original did) but then he's confused when THIS shang qinghua doesnt do it and suddenly he's aware that the mannerisms of THIS shang qinghua are completely different than the servant he once knew and he's left wondering if this is another time traveler or something else. so he watches airplane!shang qinghua rescue his younger self while following along in the background and wondering just what the hell is going on

twin au: og!shang qinghua berating airplane!shang qinghua for his horrible taste in men. the plot twist is that the entire conversation is happening while airplane!shang qinghua is seated in mobei jun's lap, who doesnt give a shit about the conversation so long as he can hug his airplane to his chest and nap. his head resting on airplane's shoulder and arms wrapped firmly around him while the brothers chit-chat about everything and anything, although mostly just og!shang qinghua hating on mobei jun bc he would like his twin back "once in a century, you clingy piece of shit" and mobei jun oculd not give the tiniest fuck. bonus if wei qingwei eventually picks og!shang qinghua up for their date or smth like that lol

binghe and qinghua plotting diabolical sexy plans for their partners together, to the quaking (horny) fear of shen yuan and mobei jun

shang qinghua bursting in after a long day of hard work and using mobei jun as a lap pillow without any regard for what mobei jun was currently doing. just mobei jun in the middle of an important meeting and now suddenly this tiny human bursts in and curls up on his lap in a huff and mobei jun continues on as though everything is totally normal and everyone else is trying not to lose their shit bc wtf

mobei jun bursting into shang qinghua's home and dragging him to bed for cuddles without any regard for what qinghua was doing. qinghua doesnt even have time to ask or pause what he's doing before suddenly he's been kidnapped to the designated Cuddle Spot where mobei jun won't let go and won't explain and oki its cuddle time i guess

airplane watching in horror as ring-style mobei jun crawls out of his computer screen. look, he's just a humble porn author, he was not prepared for one of his creations to CRAWL OUT OF THE COMPUTER LIKE THAT. he cannot be blamed for the way he screamed, tried to run away, or tried to push mobei jun back into the screen

shang qinghua casually bossing mobei jun around to the horror of those who witness it, even more horrifying when mobei jun responds with an angry glare that freezes over everything before just... doing it. secretly, mobei jun likes it. it's just embarrassing how much he likes it and thats why he's glaring. everyone else is wondering if shang qinghua has put some sort of obedience curse onto the king

shang qinghua being carried like a sack of potatos over mobei jun's shoulder while continuing a work meeting like nothing happened, an ding peak disciples having to scurry after the retreating demon lord as they take notes

mobei jun dragging airplane to bed and away from his computer, claw marks in the floor as airplane is dragged by the foot and trying to get back to his writing

kitten!mobei jun sleeping on airplane's keyboard, swatting at his hands every time airplane tries to move him.

shang qinghua having an oral fixation so he's always chewing on something while he thinks and it's sort of driving mobei jun insane. just shang qinghua mildly chewing on the end of a brush while he's thinking and why are so many of the objects that shang qinghua thoughtlessly puts in his mouth phallic?! HE IS NOT READY FOR THIS. mobei jun strugglign with the horny thoughts of "if he wanted, i'd let him suck on my cock while he's thinking" and just losing his fucking mind

mobei jun casually braiding shang qinghua's hair while shang qinghua hunches over paperwork

mobei jun carrying airplane under one arm and airplane!shang qinghua under the other arm with the self satisfaction of a man who has double the man he loves (bonus points for airplane to have a significantly different character design than shang qinghua)

mobei jun glaring with the hatred of a thousand suns whenever shang qinghua looks at him but whenever shang qinghua looks away, he looks soft and besotted. sha hualing is gonna vomit at this tsundere motherfucker

airplane wearing a hamster kigurumi wrapped up in mobei jun's arms

mobei jun casually stealing shang qinghua's melon seeds until shang qinghua loses his temper (but thats victory for mobei jun, secretly he was just trying to get his husbands attention)

#moshang

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bigtreefest · 8 months ago

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In Your Arms

Pairing: Husband! Jake Jensen x Wife! Reader (Newlyweds)

Summary: Jake tries to treat you to a spa day on your honeymoon

Word count: 1,668

Content/warnings: to be safe 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, allusions to and attempts of smut, semi-sexual nudity, mentions of massages, a bath together, ummm Jake and his wedding ring🥵, alcohol consumption, lovey sleepy vibes, allusions to wedding night and first time together/loss of virginity

A/N: This entire idea was inspired by this Astarion Fanart by @panksage Not my fandom, but I really liked the concept, even if the idea kinda ran away from me. Enjoy, my lovely hoes😉 (also, this will def become a Drabble AU so don’t be afraid to send asks and interact!!)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist

You reached your hands out in front of you, blindly searching for him, arms waving haphazardly, grasping at air until your fingertips caught something with a tink of glass and the soft clang of metal.

“Ow.”

You sheepishly curled in on yourself a little, shoulders raising towards your ears, your hands moving more gently now as they found their way to his cheeks, thumbs lightly brushing his skin and the edges of his goatee.

With an exhale of a soft laugh, you spoke, “Sorry. I couldn’t find you. Didn’t mean to catch your glasses.”

Your eyes were covered, hidden behind two fresh slices of cucumber, which gave you mixed emotions. On one hand, your sense of hearing was heightened, allowing you to drink in the beautiful, low laughter of your husband that you might’ve missed otherwise. But on the other, you couldn’t see his radiant smile, the one that made you melt every time, beams of affection spreading outward from your heart.

You felt the warmth of his body climbing over yours, the dip of the bed from his knees coming up between your legs. You spread them to make more room for him, your robe riding up your thighs. The weight of his hands pressed into the pillow on either side of your head.

Small breaths danced across your lips, the sensation on the rest of your face dampened by the clay mask he had so lovingly applied to you minutes ago. The already dim light barely reaching the back of your eyelids darkened as soft lips pressed against yours.

As he pulled away, you let out a giggle, chasing him in his retreat before settling back down into the cool bedding.

“Jake, you can’t tease me like that. Come back. I want more.”

You pulled him back towards you with your hands still on his cheeks, smiling into the kiss. This time he lingered, lips slotting against yours, tongue wandering into your mouth, finding itself in a delicate dance you knew all too well.

Jake’s hand made its way down from by your head to your hip, rubbing back and forth before he moved it to ease open the front of the terry cloth fabric that loosely draped over you. The gentle touch of his callused fingers on the soft skin there was enough to set your body alight. You couldn’t stand it anymore. You needed to see him.

“Jacob. Get these things off my eyes,” you pleaded to him softly.

Jake happily obliged, plucking one off and popping it into his mouth. With one eye open, you watched him chomp down on the crisp slice, chewing with a smile as he reached for the second.

“Better?”

You nodded, sitting up on your elbows to untie the robe fully and welcome him closer to you with a tug of your heel against his lower back.

“Much better.”

Your left hand made its way back up to Jake’s face, taking note of the green tip of his nose, residual from it bumping against yours just moments ago.

Jake’s shoulders raised up and down with his more ragged breaths from the sight of your bare form. The new diamond on your finger sparkled with the movement, but the true gleam you were drawn to was the one in your partner’s eyes.

The circles made by his thumb on your sensitive skin traced closer and closer towards where you were heating up, begging for his touch once again. But this was supposed to be a chance to relax. A chance for Jake to ease your weary body after the last night’s activities. Leave it to newlyweds to not be able to take their hands off each other.

Just as he reached in between your legs to feel your heightening arousal, though, your breath was caught in a wince as your body jumped.

Jake looked up at you, his eyebrows gathered in the center of his forehead in concern. He was looking to you for guidance on his next move.

His gaze was caught in a volley between your misty eyes, slightly dejected about your tenderness that lingered from the night before; the first whole joining of your bodies.

“Still sensitive? That’s okay. We can do something else. I did promise you a massage, after all.” His voice was a sweet, calming whisper.

He understood. Of course he did. He was your husband now. The two of you had been so in sync from the moment you had met, and this was no exception. You were more bonded now than ever before.

“Massage later? Maybe for when the soreness goes away. I think it’s all a little too tempting right now.”

Jake nodded, moving to give you a kiss on your hairline, just above the seam of the face mask.

“Whatever you need, babe. How about a bath?”

You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch with a contented sigh. “That sounds perfect, Jakey Bear”

Before you could even think to get out of bed yourself, he was scooping you up, leaving your robe behind, and carrying you bridal style to the oversized resort bathroom. How fitting. Jake gently placed you on the edge of the tub, turning around to grab a washcloth, letting out a small chuckle when he saw the green tip of his nose in the mirror. He wet the cloth in the sink and swiped the small bit off.

When he turned back to you, he gently knelt at your feet, motioning with his hands for you to come forward towards him. With your arms on your knees, you leaned in, closing your eyes as he gently wiped off the mask.

Your eyes fluttered open, met with his soft smile. The one that always looked like it was admiring you, soaking you in with disbelief that you loved him. You chose him and let him into your life.

Jake set the cloth to the side and moved in towards you. You met his action, surprised when he kept going past you, reaching for the knob to turn on the hot water, squirting in some bubble bath solution that laid on the rim of the tub, too. Your hands flew to your face in a small laugh of embarrassment.

Jake’s warm hands wrapped around your wrists, releasing your gaze from where it hid.

“Sorry, babe.”

He gave you a quick peck on your lips, pulling away too soon as he went to get up. Your hands grasped his before he could flee.

“No, where are you going? Don’t leave me.”

Jake gave you a grave look. “I’d never leave you. Did I not make that clear in my vows? I’ll be right back, I promise.”

You nodded and let out an exhale, dropping Jake’s hands. He turned quickly to jog out of the bathroom and returned with a bottle in one hand, two champagne glasses in the other: a gift so graciously provided by the hotel.

The water and bubbles in the tub were reaching a good height, so Jake set down the glassware and stood straight, moving to take off his own robe and let it fall to the floor. You rose to your feet to meet him, a hand gravitating to his hip, the other going straight to his belly, gently tracing the trail of hair that marked the midline of his abs.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, your palm rubbing flat circles on his soft skin as he smiled back down at you. Jake cocked his head to the side.

“What is it, my dear wife?”

You preened under the thought of that. You were his wife. And he was your husband. Each other’s forever. And yet you still couldn’t get enough of him.

“Just like being close to you, my dear husband. Now get in the tub so I can crawl in your lap.”

Jake eagerly followed your instruction, stepping into the luxury infinity tub with his long legs before he reached out his arms to help you in. Your eyes went wide as you almost slipped and you felt his grip tighten around you. He had you. He always would. Your fingertips grasped around the firm muscle of his biceps.

“God, Mr. Jensen. Why are you so beefy? I’m not sure if this is any better in keeping us calm than the massage would’ve been.”

Jake blushed and nodded in agreement. He would never get used to how much you loved all of him.

“I….don’t know what you want me to say about the first part, but on the second one, I agree.”

He lowered himself to sit in the bath, the bubbles reaching his lower shoulder. His grasp was firm on your waist to guide you down in front of him so you sat between his legs. Jake let out a low groan as you settled into place and that’s when you felt him, half hard against your back.

“Oh yeah. Definitely agree on the second part. But I’m gonna try and ignore that to just share in this time with you, Mrs. Jensen.”

With Jake’s hands occupied with running softly and lovingly up and down your sides, you reached for the champagne, popping the cork out and pouring a single glass near the top. You took a sip, then shifted to sit sideways in his hold to prop the glass up to his lips. Jake moved his hand over your belly button to secure the two of you and you could feel the warm metal of the gold band on his left hand against your skin. Your fingertips caressed his arm, down towards his hand, weaving in with it, metal rings sitting against each other. He craned his neck over your shoulder and caught the smile that had subconsciously taken over your face, sharing in his own and basking in the warm, bubbly love before drinking down the rest of the glass, shared between the two of you like everything else would be from now on.

Bonus A/N: What do you think, Jakey glasses or no glasses in the tub? Because on one hand, it’s adorable when they fog up, but also baby can’t see. Or do you think he’s chilling there all squinty? Also adorable.

Taglist: @ronearoundblindly @mercurial-chuckles @hawkeyes-queen

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starfckerxs · 16 hours ago

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billie x reader injury prompts 3 and 27 where billie has a day off and reader wants to cook for billie but reader ends up accidentally cutting herself and billie being the overprotective girlfriend she is takes things a little too seriously

it's fine. ; b.e.

uhm...I don't think there are 27, so let's do 3 & 19, yeah?

FAKE BLOOD.

3. “Let me see.” and 19. “Stop moving around, you’ll make it worse.”

it was a chill day at yours and billie's house. out of habit, billie was having a day off from work, which obviously meant you did everything in your willpower to make sure she does nothing today.

she was lounging around in the living room, a couple balls of yarn laying on her lap in a mess as she crocheted away. the soft hum of music filled her ears as she hummed along and the smell of you cooking something delicious filled her nose, making her mouth water slightly.

meanwhile, in the kitchen, you just stirred the gravy on the stove before returning to cutting up some vegetables for the side salad. it was just some carrots and cucumbers and the like, but as it turned out, you maybe should have chosen a slightly smaller knife.

as you were cutting up a piece of cucumber, you heard the gravy sizzle and bubble weirdly behind you and as you turned your head in a sudden movement to check if everything was okay, the big kitchen knife slipped on top of the cucumber, slicing into your finger harshly.

"ah fuck" you quickly turned your gaze back at your hand, eyes widening as you saw crimson blood pour out and onto the cucumber. "shit! ew ew ew" you pulled your hand away, walking to the sink and leaving blood-droplets on the floor behind you.

billie's eyebrows furrowed as she heard you cursing to yourself in the kitchen, a knot forming in her stomach as she imagined something bad has happened. she quickly pushed the yarn off her lap, not caring about her unfinished work as she practically sprinted towards the kitchen. first, her eyes fell on the unattended, half-cut cucumber covered in blood then they followed the blood-droplets and finally her eyes fell on you, hunched over the sink with your finger under the running water.

"sweetie?" she swallowed as she approached, heart beating in her throat.

"oh! hi, bils, it's- nothing, just a small cut" you chuckle playfully.

"just? baby, don't put it under harsh water pressure" she quickly made her way over to you "let me see" she held out her hand.

you huffed, eyes glancing towards the now burning gravy on the stove with a frown. her gaze followed yours and she sighed. "c'mon, we'll remake it, yeah? just show my the finger"

you turned off the tap and turned your body towards billie's. she took your hand in hers, eyes widening as she felt blood drip into her palm. "holy fuck, baby," she gasped, brain ticking at a fast pace, trying to think of something to do. "we-.. we gotta bandage that! shit, it might even need stiches"

"billie, it's fine, it's just a small cut" you dismiss her concern.

"what? are you blind? its- it's deep! you need stitches!" she rambles, a worried edge to her tone as she looks around for something to stop the bleeding. she quickly picked up a roll of paper towels and ripped a square off, wrapping your finger with it. "okay, come on, come on" she tugged your wrist softly, leading you to the washing room.

once there, she rummaged through the drawers for the first-aid kit. "billie, it's not that serious, baby" you sighed.

"yes, it is" she looked at you sharply. "don't downplay your injury, okay? it is serious and we are gonna handle it that way, understood?"

you gulped under her gaze, nodding your head "yes, ma'am" you mumbled, holding your injured hand to your chest.

when billie finally found the first-aid kit, she ripped the lid off and grabbed a roll of gauze, a needle, and a thread. "okay," she mumbled, taking your hand gently and unwrapping the paper towel from around your injured finger, stroking your arm when your wounded skin stuck to the bloody paper. "okay, let's see..." she picked up some sanitizer spray, putting some on the cut. you winced at the numb stinging, hissing softly.

"I know, I know, it's okay, love" she murmured softly and out the spray down, holding your finger in place as she grabbed the needle –the thread already in it — and placed it against your skin. "okay, baby, keeps very still for me, 'kay?" you nodded, watching her movements.

just a moment later, when the needle pierced through your skin for the first time, you wiggled your wrist as a reflex, trying to keep away from the pain. it earns you another sharp look and you swallow, mumbling a quick 'sorry'.

billie sighs and continues stiching up the small but deep wound, but as she goes on, you start to wiggle and twitch more and more.

"baby, stop moving around, you'll make it worse!" she scoffed softly, trying to keep your hand still. "there's just a few more, okay?"

a few moments passed, and finally, she leaned down, cutting the thread with her teeth after tying the knot. she leaned up with a breath of relief, gently stroking your hand as she applied the final touches and put some sanitizing ointment on the stitched up wound.

"there we go." she whispered, her gaze finally meeting yours. "you scared me so much, baby" she breathed, taking a step forward and bringing you into her arms, burying her fingers into your hair. "I saw all that blood and i-..."

" I know" you cut her off with a small mumble into her chest. "but I'm okay, you helped me" you squeezed her tighter.

"yeah, yeah, I did" she took a step back, taking your hand and bringing it up to her face, placing a soft kiss on top of the stiched up wound with a relived sigh.

#billie eilish #billie eilish x female reader #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish x you #billie eilish angst

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urautismdiagnosis-wistie · 4 months ago

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Yall ever think like, considering above and beyond, like its been years for them and they're so experienced.

the octo agents met them with all this cool tech and experience and protocol and ability

but like none of them know that barnacles kwazii and peso once wore a fake walrus costume in order to pretend to be a walrus

none of them know that dashi barnacles and kwazii tried to escape THE INSIDE OF A WHALES MOUTH by just :') RUNNING FULL SPEED AT THE BALEEN PLATES (weird whale teeth)

none of them know about the time professor inkling tentacle wrestled a giant squid TRYING TO FIGHT/EAT THE ENTIRE OCTOPOD?

none of them know about THE CONE SNAIL INCIDENT

LIKE??? couldu imagine being like an agent of what's essentially water based rescue NASA and then u find out the guy in charge absolutely tried to rescue his coworker by "waving through kwaziis spaghetti distraction" or whatever the fck (kawaii was going to "distract the whale by weaving around like a piece of spaghetti or something similar LMSO)

like I just haven't seen anyone talking to how they must look to outsiders

like. They eat kelp in EVERYTHING. and its not like they're just like all in a vegan world, paani canonically enjoys dried bugs. I'm sure there's some animals that are like, more irl animal behaviours or whatever lol

butseriously, kelp cakes, kelp biscuits, kelp marshmallows, kelp kebabs, kelp stew- Yeah these btches autistic-

but seriously imagine going to your friends house and their ENTIRE FAMILY just offers you "lentil cake!" or "lentil Mac and cheese!" or "lentil chicken nuggets!" wouldnt they look fcking crazy?

i just think its funny cuz like "oh yeah shout-out to the one time a bunch of sea creatures literally stole the octopod hahaha or lol, the time we flooded the ship so slippy the sea cucumber would be able to breathe under water haha, man we must have purposefully flooded the octopod what? three times at least? "

LIKE WHAT ARE THE UNDER SEA SHENANIGANS-

like I just want ONE octo-agent (and it cant be paani this guy would just be like "oh yeah makes sense :)" to look at them and go??? yo what the FCK? oh God... maybe the ocean pressure effected their brains?!"

LIKE-

like yeah they're all SO FCKING serious about ping pong too, and they all absolutely have the weirdest behaviours because these guys have spent literal years in the middle of the ocean with eachother 😭

i just love them so much-

#octonauts #yap post

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ddejavvu · 2 years ago

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First off, I absolutely adore your writing! It’s sooo nice to read writing from someone the same age as me!

I was wondering if you could do Hotch x Reader where they’re dating and he comes over to reader’s apartment. They’re eating like a struggle meal and he’s just like absolutely not we’re getting you real food.

Totally take all the time you need, thank you! :)

hi thanks so much!! we're twins omg <3

Aaron was given a key to your apartment a long time ago, but you spend so much time at his that he barely uses it. He also typically texts you when he's coming over, which is why you're so bewildered when he comes through the door at close to nine at night.

You've got a mouthful of cold tortilla, butter spread in a thin layer over the dough. It's rolled to make it less of a mess to eat, but that makes it look like less food than it is, and it's already not a five course meal.

There's a bowl of sliced cucumbers resting on the plate you'd used for the tortilla, the last vegetable in your fridge. You'd had to forgo half of it for the wrinkles that had run up its side, but the half you cut up looks and tastes safe to eat.

Aaron freezes in a similar manner to yourself when he registers what you're eating, briefcase still in hand as he pauses with his back to the closed door.

"Is that a tortilla?"

"Mhm." You mumble around the food, "And, uh- with butter."

"A tortilla with butter." Aaron repeats, squinting, "And... cucumber?"

"It's all I have," You conclude drearily, "The grocery store is closed."

He narrows his eyes, then presses, "Is this your dinner?"

"Yes, Aaron," You huff, tired of his judgmental gaze, "I told you, the store is closed, and I ran out of things to eat, and I had a really long day so I just want to get in bed, and-"

"Okay, okay," He soothes, a hand out in front of him to placate you, "I'm sorry. I'm not judging you. Okay? I'm just saying it's not the best meal in the world. Why don't we go out and get something real, honey?"

"I don't feel like leaving," You grumble, tearing off another bite of tortilla, "It's fine, Aaron, I'll shop tomorrow."

"It's not fine," He insists gently, pulling his phone from his pocket, "I'll order something in, okay? What are you in the mood for - Thai? Chinese? Italian?"

"Pizza," You blurt grouchily, fueled by hunger and exhaustion, "I want pizza."

"Pizza it is," Aaron smiles, tapping away at his phone screen, "Medium? Your usual?"

"Large," You plead, and Aaron's clicked the button before you even try explaining yourself, "That way we can have leftovers for a while."

"Good idea," Aaron hums, finishing the order with his pre-loaded card number and leaning down to kiss you on your slightly butter-stained lips, "If you ever find yourself eating a cold tortilla again, please tell me? I think that counts as neglect if I don't buy you some real food."

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner scenario #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner one-shot #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner headcanon #aaron hotchner headcanons #aaron hotchner hc #aaron hotchner hcs #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner dialogue #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction

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kittykattropicanna · 1 year ago

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girlfriend, i love how we jumped straight to marriage with mechanic!Simon but I'd love to know a bit more about the phase before he managed to lock down his girl for good.

What if, her ex comes looking for her? Some prim and proper, sleek wolf of wallstreet business typa guy appears at Price's Body Shop, recognizing her car and asking about her. No idea how he found her because he usually doesn't go into these parts of town, maybe someone saw her car, maybe she forgot to turn off / delete her location app.

Sees her at the shop and tells her to come home, this part of town is no place for her, he's sorry, the other woman didn't mean anything, he wasn't serious about kicking her out, whatever, you know the drill.

She's not impressed, unfazed, cool as a cucumber because her mind is filled with her new boy toy mechanic!Simon and she keeps drifting off to last night's memory 🤭

Listen, I love a woman who stands up for herself but you really can't expect your possessive new self proclaimed boyfriend and his crew to watch silently while your ex is trying sweet talk and win you back right in front of them, right?

Also, why is Simon being so weird after? There is nothing to worry about, she thinks he's perfect and exactly what she never knew she wanted. I guess she needs to prove it to him by taking matters into her own mouth hands 🤭🤭 pamper him like no one before

Foaming at the mouth at this ask, I wrote the marriage ask before I got to this one because I really wanted to drive home how fast he preposes, but I would love to elaborate about your relationship before he preposes, you’re in a very valuable position and absolutely cling to him for support :((((( it did change a couple of small things to help the story flow better, I hope you don’t mind ;)

Si knows from the start that you're the one :((( you guys act like you've been together since high school even though you've only know each other for a couple weeks :33333 But when your friends start calling, begging you to come back home? telling you that Si is manipulative and a bad guy that's taken advantage of your venerable state >:( of course he gets insecure :((( then your ex shows up?? a man that's the complete opposite of Si, he really starts to doubt himself :((((( lucky you can show him just how much you appreciate him with that mouth of yours ;))))

tw: loosing friends, controlling ex, possessive!Simon, insecure!Simon, sub!Simon (kinda?), insinuated violence, a lot of lore in this one??? so like porn with a plot??, smut, blowjob, face fucking, deep throating, L bomb (like twice??), talk of reader submitting to Si, there's just a lot going on tbh but baby...you're a giver and THATS for sure, basically you're just looking after your mannnnn and he loves you for it

Mechanic!Simon masterlist

Regular masterlist

Obviously your friends call after they hear you broke up with your ex, they can’t find you anywhere and start freaking the fuck out! they love you so much and they’re scared shitless!!!

They only found out you were even missing because you didn’t turn up to brunch on Thursday :((

They called you, and of course you didn’t answer….you were busy ;)))

That obviously raised some alarm bells for everyone straight away, so their next point of contact was obviously your ex!!

Then the reality hit…. You had been missing since Monday night, he kicked you out after a bad fight and nobody had been able to get in contact with you……

Everyone obviously thinks worst case scenario. Car crash, kidnapping,…. maybe you ran away, or god forbid, something worse, maybe you weren’t even alive anymore, I mean, its been fucking days!!!

If someone were to have taken you, you could be out of the country by now, your body could already be decomposing somewhere never to be seen again, maybe they could have saved you if they new sooner :(((( got you the medical attention you needed before you succumb to your injuries…

Obviously everyone is going wild back home, freaking out and doing everything in their power to get in some kind of contact with you.

But no ;))))

As your phone buzzed and pinged with messages, vibrating on Si’s bedside table as he held your naked frame against his broad chest :3333

You were fine, more then fine actually :))))

“Don’t worry about tha’ baby, answer it later they’ll be fine” Si’s morning voice muffled into your hair, strong arms tightening his grip around your waist and his hard cock pressed up against your bare arse ;))

A couple days after Si saved you and towed your car, everything that happened hit you like a ton of bricks. You were kinda disoriented and fuzzy, still a little shaken by the experience and hadn’t really processed that you were in fact living with Simon now….

The warm feeling of toned arms wrapped around you and a hard chest against your back didn’t register it first….. but you never protested :333

Droopy eyelids snapping open ungodly wide when it all hit you :( like, holy shit, there was no way you’re actually doing this, there is no way you fucked a random mechanic, let him take you home, fell asleep in his bed and then just never left????…. that’s batshit crazy behaviour!

What made it even more jarring was from day one, when Si stirred awake he’d simply pulling you closer and kiss your temple like he’d been married to you for 30 years :3

There was no awkward small talk, no “you’ve overstayed your welcome now, i’ll drive you to a motel” or “what time do you think you’ll call a cab”, a simple kiss and a “how’d ya’ sleep princess” deep and groggy, a smirk on his lips as he kissed the back of your neck :)))

Your body relaxed instantly, for a man so big, there was a certain gentleness about him, a protective and calming aura he carried so effortlessly, you truly felt comfortable here…. It was such a strange experience but the idea of leaving his bed made you wince :(((

Even the morning routine you quickly created was natural!!

The tea and coffee lived on the top shelf of the cupboard, sitting at his two seater dining table Si happily watched your cute little arse poke out the bottom of his shirt :))) you had to hop a little bit to bring the tins forward, but all he could focus on was your bum and thighs jiggling >:((

He absolutely didn’t strategically place everything a shelf higher so he could see you do this exact thing the every morning….:333333

He was running unbelievably late for work but he couldn’t care less, the whole morning was filled with quick pecks and giddy smiles. From an outsiders prospective, nobody could guess you met a couple days ago :))))

Holding your waist as you make his lunch for him :)))) following every instruction perfectly :))))

Whispering “good girl” into your ear and kissing your neck gently as you pack his meal into his work bag, fat cock flush against your arse still concealed in his thick work pants, grinding slowly only relieving him slightly >:(

He wanted nothing more then to take you then and there, but the idea of you having to wait around for the rest of the day :((( thighs rubbing together and needy for him was wayyyy more appealing to come home to :( his such a meany

Leaving £100 on the kitchen counter for you, kissing you before he leaves, whispering into your lips to treat yourself :((

“You’ve had a long couple days sweethear’, get ya’ nails done for me, yeah? Get em’ pink or somthin’, okay?”

Obviously you’re memorised by this man at this point… how could you not be?

Agreeing with a slow nod and stars in your eyes as he kisses your nose

Nobody had ever looked at him like that before….

“That’s ma’ girl, i’ll be home by six”

When he finally rocked up at work, Price was pissed beyond belief, Gaz was working on multiple cars at a time due to his absence and Johnny looked like he could kill him as he sat in Si’s office, a line of annoyed customers leading outside the shop.

Soap new absolutely nothing about quotes and insurance claims and all this other bullshit that Simon dealt with as the manager.

Gaz had a hundred questions for him about what he suggested for certain repairs, it was pure chaos!!

But Si couldn’t find it in himself to be stressed, walking into the shop with a shit eating grin, completely bricked up and care free :))))

He’d never been happier then in that moment.

But I want to fast forward to when your friends finally got a hold of you a week after you went missing….

It was the strangest surprise as well as their biggest relief when you answer.

You were completely fine, they could basically hear you smile through the phone……

You started banging on about how you met this amazing guy named Simon, how his a super gifted mechanic, a complete gentleman and how you’re both deeply in love and never been happier!!

Reassuring them that you’re absolutely fine, better then fine actually, you’re safe and loved and don’t plan on ever going back home

And all your girls are like

“Babe….you can’t be serious right now? You’re not in love, you’ve been gone a week! And did you say you moved in with him!? A fucking mechanic!? Have you lost your fucking mind??? What about your job??? What about the entire fucking life you built here?!!!”

And

“That’s it, give me the address right now, we are coming to get you immediately. You’re coming home and never talking to this weird fucking Simon guy ever again. Got it?”

Of course they don’t understand:((((( why would they!?

You’ve finally found your person, it doesn’t matter if you have known Si for a week or a thousand weeks. You’re not fucking leaving!

This courses massiveeeee tension in you’re now ex friendship group.

Half your girls think they should cut you off immediately, staying friends with you only means supporting the relationship and that’s something they’re absolutely not going to do >:(((

The other half think its important to keep in contact with you, they want to be there when you finally “come to your senses” and “need an out”, whatever that means :/….they even insisted on meeting Simon, just to sus out the situation and see what’s really going on, but of course you deny.

Some even try to convince you that your ex was way better for you then Si:((((( how everyone thought you would end up getting married eventually, how there’s still time to realise you’ve made a mistake, that your ex was more then willing to take you back and everything would go back to normal!!!

“Babe, this Simon guy is manipulative, okay? You’re emotional and vulnerable right now and his latched onto that knowing you’re going to cling to him for support. His taking advantage of you babe! I know you think you’re in love and that he says all the right things but its an act! Hello? Are you there? Can you fucking hear me!!??’

They’re just trying to ruin everything though >>:((((((

Your friends never saw how your ex treated you behind closed doors and they could never understand the connection you and Simon had :(

When Si came home from work to you wrapped up in a blanket and crying on the sofa, he was ready to kill whoever caused you so much pain….when he found out it was actually your friends, his heart ached for his poor girl :(((

“Listen to me petal, look me in the eyes, you don’ owe them anythin’, they jus’ don’t understand, alrigh’ don’t cry baby, come on”

Wrapping his big musealy arms, covering you in his post work sweat and musk as you cling to his oily work shirt :((((

Of course you end up cutting off your friends. They could never understand what you and Simon had, if they really cared about you, they’d at least act like they were happy for you, not rip into you and try and push the narrative that you’ve been “manipulated” and “taken advantage of” while in a “venerable state” ://

Si absolutely agreed as well :( you didn’t need to worry about them anymore, they’re in the past and you’re moving forward with your life, its not your fault they haven’t grown up yet ://

Plus!!!! He would love to introduce you to Prices wife and the other girls at the bar he regulars…. Sure they may be a little older and all have children but you’re such a mature girl :((( you’ll get along with them just fine :3

Its definitely not because he wants to bring you around his friends chubby babies, planting the seed in your mind subconsciously, or consciously about having your own little family ;)))

Start taking the steps to really integrate you in his life and friendship circles ;))))))

He knows what his doing :3

You get along with everyone so well too, girls wine nights, being invited over to friends houses for dinner <3

Simon tucking his hard cock into the waist band of his boxes as you bounce one of your friends babies on your hip and coo to them :((((

You would be such a good mama to his babies :( your genetics mixed with his would make the cutest little humans and the image of you pregnant that won’t leave his mind is starting to drive him absolutely fucking feral :(((

Life is so good for you and Si at the moment :((((( of course your stupid fucking ex would come around and try to ruin it for you…..all for him…..

Your ex couldn’t of been more different from Si :(

Clad in a business suit and ridiculously expensive watch, a clean haircut, pure leather business shoes and smelling of expensive cologne, he absolutely stuck out when his Tesla pulled into the shop carpark….

An obviously disgusted look on his face as he entered the front office, not trying to hide his disapproval as he looked at the chipped paint that peeled off the walls and the overwhelming smell of fuel that had seeped into everything within a 50 meter radius, buttoning his suit jacket and dramatically watching his step as he walked on the stained concrete that covered the front office floor :////

Your ex was such a pretentious prick >:( if it wasn’t high luxury, he’d look down on it like it was dirt :/

The thing is, he didn’t actually care where you were after he kicked you out, he just assumed you would end up on a friends couch or something. The idea that you would run off with a random “dirty” man and enter a relationship literally hours after he broke things off enraged him.

But everything changed when he got the news you were living with “Si” a couple hours away and you were “deeply in love” with him.

He played the “distressed”, “regretful” boyfriend to your friends, trying to get as much information out of them as possible under the pretence of “keeping you safe”

Yeah…..right :///

His ego couldn't handle it! How dare you just move on like he was nothing!!! sleep in another mans bed without regret and start a new life with him not even being an afterthought!!!!>:(

You were meant to be heartbroken!!! Turn up on his doorstep and beg for his forgiveness as he laughed in your face :((

But you just moved on?????

He wasn't having that.

You were supposed to worship him, not replace him with some piece of shit mechanic >:(

Your friends fed him a lot of useless information, But there was one sentence that tied it all together.

In the middle of your rant about how much you loved Simon, you mentioned he worked at “Price’s Motor Repairs”

Nobody had heard of any repair shop with that name from around the area, but it was enough information for your ex to track you down…

Alarm bells went off in Simons head when he saw him walk in. He wasn’t from around these parts, that much was certain, and the way his eyes snaked over his name tag and an almost cocky grin spread across his face, he new something was up and it wasn’t good.

Your ex definitely turned up at like 5:59, a minute before Si was meant to close just to make it as inconvenient as possible for him >:/

Si never asked about your ex, he didn’t want to know. He didn’t care what his name was or what he did for a living, all he new was that he was a dickhead and that was enough to put him off. You were his now, your ex wasn’t relevant :((((

It didn’t even cross Si’s mind that this guy could possibly be your ex. It was probably just some wanker that broke down while he was passing through. So he gritted his teeth and walked outside to check out this “broken” car

It felt like a wild goose chase. He claimed there was something wrong with the motor, he checked it out, there was nothing wrong. He then claimed his AC wasn’t working, he checked it out, there was also nothing wrong.

This went on for about 20 minutes before Simon snapped >:(

“There aint nothin’ wrong with ya’ car mate, get that fuck out of er’ before ya’ start wishin’ ya’ did”

Snarky and satisfied, your ex left without a fight, pulling out of the shop and parking far enough down the street that he could see Si pulling out of the shop and heading home…. Leading him to directly to you without a fight….

He followed behind at a safe distance. Far enough away that Si didn’t notice he was being followed, Poor Si was beyond tired, paired with the dim lighting of the sun going down, he didn’t even notice someone was tailing him:(( he was on autopilot :(

All he wanted to do was get home to you, eat his hot meal that you prepared for him and slug on the couch with a beer, you cuddled up against him and block the outside world out for the evening :((

But after arriving home, the second he sat down for dinner, three obnoxiously loud knocks echoed off the front door.

When you saw he didn’t move, you stood up to answer it for him

“Jus’ leave it lovie, can’t be anythin’ important this time of night”

You explained there was an older lady that lived a couple apartments down, she started developing dementia and was in the early stages, she could still look after herself but often forgot small things like buying eggs from the grocery store or how to turn the TV on, she asked you for help all the time!!! and you were sure it was just her!! Of course it was! Who else could it be!

Simon wasn’t convinced. There was no way an old lady could knock with that much force.

He followed behind you hesitantly watching you swing the door open with a smile, only to reveal the piece of shit that was at the shop an hour earlier…

Si was honestly confused as fuck for a second, only for it to all fall into place when this guy started calling you “baby” and demanding for you to come home…..

His first instinct was to pull you behind him, he was beyond shocked when your ex grabbed your wrist with force, making sure Si couldn’t move you out of his line of sight without hurting you…

“Baby, you are coming home now, look at the state of this.. this.. drug addicts flat! you’re coming home with me immediately, stop fucking resisting!” Your ex spat getting more and more enraged by the second

You couldn’t go home, you were home, Si was your home :( But before you could get a word out, Si had your ex by the bicep, the pure force of the grip sending him into cold blooded shock, muscles tensing he lets go of your wrist out of pure shock :((

“Get inside n’ lock the door” he mumbled lowly before slamming it so hard the framework shook violently, you swore the hinges could of given way :((((

Once Si finally returned, you could tell there was something wrong :( something about the way he wasn’t all over you like normal, there was a purposeful distance he put between the two of you, almost like he didn’t want you there :((

After poking and prodding him, it all finally came out

“Ya’ know I could never give ya’ the life that he could doll…. All that fancy shit” a coldness behind his eyes, almost defeat taking over his expression :(

“I know I aint ya type baby, you’re one of them high class type, ya’ don’t belong down ‘ere with me….I’ll drive ya’ back in the mornin, okay? I’m not taken no for an answer, go start packin’’” :((((

He was so defeated, if you could see his heart you could of sworn it was ripped into separate pieces :((

He went on for a good 10 minutes like this, you know he was doing what he thought was in your best interest, but Jesus Christ did it sting :(((

Little did he know your ex was almost £50,000 in credit card debt, you payed for almost everything during the duration of your relationship :((( he never treated you to any sort of luxury like Si did :( never got you flowers or paid for your nails….

He truly thought that your ex had a one up on him…. That you would consider going back to him because of his “wealth”???

Getting off the couch and slowly sinking to your knees in front of him, you reach for the belt of his pants, slowly undoing his buckle :((

His mind is racing so much, so paranoid and distracted that he didn’t notice the sound of the metal being undone :((((

He always focused on your pleasure, making you feel wanted :(( it was your turn to appreciate him, with actions this time :333

Si completely stops mid sentence when your warm, delicate hand palms his soft cock :(((9

He looks down at you slowly, all worry leaving his body as he sees you down on your knees, submissive eyes looking up at him threw your eyelashes and pout on your face waiting for his reaction :(((

You could never leave Si :((( you needed a real man :(( you needed the man in front of you with his thighs spread wide and cock hardening right before your eyes :(((

Palming him agonisingly slow, he grinds against your touch desperate for more friction :((( you tell him how you’d never leave him :(((( how his the only one for you and you couldn’t survive in a world like this without him by your side looking after you the way he does :((

Soft grunts leaving his lips as he pleads with you to take out his length and stroke his now hard, aching cock >:(

“I know baby, I was stupid to think tha’, I know, jus’… jus’ pump it for me yeah?’” Growing increasingly desperate as you don’t follow his command >:( telling him you’re looking after him tonight and that he doesn't need to worry :(( how its his reward for being so big and strong, defending you from your ex and being a man :(( that all he needs to do is relax :((

He audibly whines, a sound you had never heard from him before, when you finally slip his girthy cock out of his boxes.. .

You smile up a him as you kiss his tip and squeeze your thighs together at just the thought of pleasing him and not receiving any physical pleasure yourself :)))))

Letting out a soft feminine giggle as pre cum covers your lips, Si having no choice but to sit helpless and watch the show you’re putting on for him :(((

He could absolutely take the lead if he wanted to, but something about you treating him, sucking his dick solely because you wanted to and not expecting anything in return was an offer you couldn’t turn down ;)

Teasing Si was fun but he deserved more tonight :((((( if it was up to you, lapping at his swollen tip for hours until he finally releases a desperate hot load onto your face would be a dream, but not tonight, Si gets everything tonight ;)

Slowly circling his leaky tip with your thumb, a soft groan falls from his lips as he sinks further into the couch :(((

Pumping him lightly, you place soft kisses from the top of his cock to his base :(((( Si bucking his hips and pleading with you threw his eyes just to suck it :((((( he tries so hard to hide his whines through deep groans but fails horribly :((( he was so tired tonight, emotionally and physically, any self control he would normally have was out the window :((

Taking your tongue, you lick from the base to the tip, salty sweat and pre cum filling your taste buds as your tongue glides up his vainy shaft :(

Si jerks forward a little at the sudden warm contact, throwing his head back as he eases into the warm sensation :3333

Without hesitation, you deep throat his 8 inch length, his tip hitting the back of your throat and your eyes watering instantly :((

Si’s callused hand instinctively grips your hair, rough grunts bounce off your apartment walls as he helped you set a ruthless pace, your mouth being abused and jaw aching from his sheer girth :(((

“That’s it Darlin’, fuck ya’ such a good girl for me, look at ya’ look at tha’ beautiful fuckin’ mouth taken’ me”

Holding your head still as he throat fucks you, your saliva dripping down your chin and onto the dirty cream carpet that covers the living room floor:(((

Seeing the small bump of his cock appear at the front of your neck with each brutal rut :(( your flushed cheeks and teary eyes make a small cocky smile spread across his face >:(

You were his! All his! Claiming your throat and having full control over how he fucks it makes his achy balls tighten as they slap against your chin :((

“That prick could never fuck you like I could, he’ll never feel ya’ fuckin throat again” he was so close to his release :((( Si was normally really good at holding off but the possessiveness of claiming your mouth with thick cum was pushing him over the edge in a matter of minutes :((((

Grabbing your hair tighter, he forcefully makes you deep throat his dick, your nose touching his pelvic bone and buried in his musky pubes <3 moans from your full mouth muffled by his cock shoved deep into your throat >:((

He cums hard…slow, deep thrusts as ropes of his salty seed run down your throat, you have no choice but to swallow his semen that his so politely given you :((

With each thrust, he lets out a quiet and strained “mine”. Its more to himself then you, reassuring himself that you were in fact his and his to keep :((

You remove your abused mouth from his cock, slowly pumping his now semi-hard dick with a dopey smile on your face, cum leaking out the corner of your mouth as you innocently look up at him and place a kiss on his swollen tip :))

You look so beautiful, covered in his cum and claimed :)

He leans down to kiss you, a thank you for what you did for him, but before he could even open his mouth you whisper a quite “I love you” into his lips…

the first “I love you” you and Simon had ever shared :((

Its safe to say he said it back :333

And he says it again with his face inbetween your legs a minute later ;)))

okay, okay, okay, I know I promised to upload this after work like....days ago BUT I totally forgot I had a concert on and didn't have time to finish writing it AND THEN this guy im talking to came over to meet my dad and everything just pilled up im so so so sorry...BUT in my defence, this is over 4k which is my longest fic ive written so far, I love y'all I promise

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coolshadowtwins · 1 year ago

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SVSSS System Reveal Fic round up!

If you know one that hasn’t been recc’ed, then please put it in the comments/tags! I’ll add it to the post!

A Transmigrator and a Time Traveler Walk into the Bamboo House by VeryCharismaticDragon

Over a year after Shen Qingqiu's death, Luo Binghe consults his servant's servant, concurrently his disgraced martial uncle, for a way to bring the love of his life back. Shang Qinghua sends him in the direction of a certain time-traveling artifact, which supposedly brings one to the day they first met their soulmate.

Odd, though, that the artifact ends up missing the destination by just a few years…

A story in which post-Abyss Luo Binghe relives his disciple days, while juggling his secrets, traumas, and some unexpected revelations about the man he loves on top of that.

What is Seen by CaveteDracones

…is not [always] the real truth.

Truth-compelling artifacts in the hands of an enemy to one side, SYSTEM-mandated silence on the other, and Shen Qingqiu caught between the two. Is it too late to go back to the Water Prison? (NOTE: This one was recommended three times, and I have personally reread it multiple times. It’s one of my favorites and I really do want to read more fics in a similar vein lol)

open my lungs to let you in by ghostybreads

Shen Qingqiu had a secret. So, naturally, it was only a matter of time before he was hit by a truth serum wife plot.

“How are you?”

“Horny. Kind of want Binghe to rail me, I guess. But it’s manageable.”

Liu Qingge’s hand on his forehead froze, and he was close enough that Shen Qingqiu could hear his breathing stop. He stared back expressionlessly, the mortification distantly crawling up the back of his neck. Honest One-Horned–

The frustrated scream that he usually vented in his head, came out straight from mouth.

“aaAAAAAHHHH GODDAMNIT AIRPLANE–”

Futility in Practice by TGP

When Luo Binghe is fourteen years old, his shizun suffers a terrible qi deviation and fever that completely changes who he is.

and judgment is just like a cup that we share by Kieron_ODuibhir

The blob finished rotating into place in a way that wasn’t quite compatible with geometry as Shen Qingqiu understood it, and cleared a throat it didn’t seem to have.

“Greetings,” it said, somehow clearly addressing him in particular more than the room as a whole despite its total lack of features other than blueness and translucency. “I’m here on behalf of the Hyper-Celestial Peace and Order Enforcement Bureau. Crime scene secure, proceeding to interviews. Beginning with Subject One: You are Shen Qingqiu, formerly Shen Yuan, also known as Peerless Cucumber?”

First, do no harm by Terias

Shen Qingqiu has been acting especially erratic since awakening from his three day coma after a severe qi deviation.

Mu Qingfang investigates and discovers a great many things about his new shixiong. (NOTE: This one has Shen Yuan and Shen Jiu as the same soul, technically, but it still works I think!)

Show The Screenshots by A_Non_ymousWriter

When a rogue foreign System sends out a subtle virus, some outsiders are shown chat messages between a certain two transmigrators and their Systems.

AirplaneBro: nah dude shen jiu would never lay a hand on his female disciples like that, hes gay

Liu Qingge tripped on thin air while Mu Qingfang choked on his tea as Shang Qinghua (their god? creator??) casually shattered their view of their original Shen Qingiu. The fake Shen Qingqiu at least, was sharing their shock.

CucumberBro: EXCUSE ME WHAT??

CucumberBro: The fuck he is?!?! He literally GOES TO BROTHELS! LIU QINGGE FOUND HIM IN BED WITH A WOMAN THAT ONE TIME?

AirplaneBro: aight bro buckle the fuck up cuz imma take u on a joyride all about shen jiu >:)

—————-

Binghes#1Fan: I don't want to send Binghe into the Abyss...

System 2: User must comply, if User cannot do the task User will be punished and the account will be terminated.

Mobeis #1Fan: sorry bro unless ur okay w being ded af u gotta push binghe into the abyss

Ning Yingying's fists clenched. Okay, so trying to get Yuan-ge and A-Luo together would be harder than she thought.

#svsss #shen yuan #shen qingqiu #shang qinghua #liu qingge #yue qingyuan #luo binghe #shen jiu #fic rec #fanfic rec #system reveal

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transvampireboyfriend · 2 years ago

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this was supposed to be a headcanon, just me explaining that I want to see their routines bleed into each others and it turned into 3k words. So, you can also read it on ao3 here. And here are the rings I was visualizing. I hope you enjoy it <3

One of the first nights he stays over, Eddie stands outside Steve's bathroom door and asks Steve what he's doing in there.

He got in before Eddie went to shower across the hall and Eddie's clean and changed into his borrowed PJs now, and Steve's still in there, and it sounds like he's banging pots and pans inside.

Steve laughs, but calls "Don't laugh,"

Eddie swears "I would never," as Steve opens the door, and when Steve comes out with his face covered in green goo, instead of laughing, Eddie gasps.

"What's that?" Eddies asks, his finger already drawing a line across Steve's cheek.

Before Steve can answer, Eddie puts the goo into his mouth.

Steve's eyes go wide as plates.

"Eddie!" he protests "You're not supposed to eat it! What if it's toxic?"

"Is it?" Eddie asks, licking his teeth, "tastes like cucumber. But like, way too clean,"

Steve chuckles, "It is made of cucumber, its a mask. Supposed to keep your skin nice." he explains, going back into his bathroom to cover the strip that Eddie scrubbed with more of the goo.

Eddie does not hesitate to follow after him. Hopping up on the ample counter to observe.

"Well, it's doing its job well, I think" Eddie points out.

Steve tries his best not to smile. "Thanks," he says "You're not freaked out by it?" he asks,

"I think it's cool" Eddie shrug,

Steve can't help his smile this time.

"Well this works out well because I have to keep it on for 10 minutes and this way i won't get bored." Steve offers, "What were you saying about Stevie Nicks before?"

Eddie talks his ear off while Steve tidies up the containers in his counter.

Once it's time to wash the mask off, Eddie watches him, then, he dutifully washes his own hands so he can poke a finger at one of Steve's cheeks.

He says it's cool to the touch and really soft. He approves.

Steve feels butterflies fluttering inside his chest.

☀♡☀♡

After that, it becomes a habit, Eddie goes and showers and changes and when he's ready for bed he comes keep Steve company, knocks twice for Steve to open the door and once he does he walks in and takes his place up on the counter.

A few months after they get together, Steve notices Eddie staring during a lull in their conversation while Steve is going through his skin care.

He's done it before a few times in the past weeks, Steve figured he was maybe off on a train of thought but now he's curious. Eddie's got his head tilted to the side, his mouth is scrunched up like he's stopping himself from saying something and he's fiddling with his rings, and suddenly something clicks for Steve.

He's applying a mask with a little wooden applicator and he extends it towards Eddie, presents it in front of his big beautiful brown eyes.

"D'you wanna try?" he offers

Eddie's eyes twinkle. His mouth blooms into a smirk, his dimples showing up as he enthusiastically nods and cranes his neck forward, like the only possible option is for Steve to apply it for him.

Steve laughs quietly, stepping closer to him and placing a kiss to his cheek.

"Why didn't you say?" he asks, still kissing him, his lips moving against Eddie's cheeks and making him giggle.

"I don't know" Eddie says "What if you didn't wanna share it? You've said before, this stuff is personal"

Steve draws back and immediately goes back in to press kisses against Eddie's other cheek.

"Well, yeah, we have to get you your own stuff if you like it, but you can share mine for now, sunshine." another kiss. "I don't mind." and another kiss "I would love for you to share it actually" he presses one final kiss and draws back to admire his work: Eddie's smile as wide as it gets and Eddie's cheeks tinted with the softest, prettiest red.

"You have to teach me." Eddie demands "I know I've watched you do it since forever, but i don't think I can do it on my own" he adds.

Steve smiles, completely enamored "You've done it for me before. Several times" he points out

"Yeah, with you coaching me through it!" Eddie whines, "I'd mess it all up" he's so serious, Steve finds it incredibly endearing.

Steve chuckles and leans over to press a small kiss against the bridge of Eddie's nose. "Mmkay" he murmurs "we gotta wash your face first"

☀♡☀♡

Little by little, Eddie gets confident enough to do it himself. Once he understands what everything does and sees the effects it all has on his skin, he even picks and chooses the steps he wants to do each day.

Steve loves it so much he can't put it into words. And he loves that he doesn't have to do this alone anymore.

Even when they're apart Eddie calls while Steve goes through his routine, sometimes they do it together but over the phone. Even when Eddie doesn't feel like doing anything at all he still sits by him and they talk about everything and nothing. Steve never imagined something so simple could make him so happy.

☀♡☀♡☀♡☀♡☀♡☀♡

For Eddie, it's even more simple but just as important.

The first time he catches Steve eyeing his rings is while he's being forced to listen to a Tears for Fears record.

Steve insists that they're good, Eddie's been staunchly refusing, but only because he likes seeing Steve get riled up. He gets bitchy and Eddie thinks he's the hottest person he's ever met.

Eddie's been trying to rile him up again as they lay on his bed and listen to the record, but Steve is not listening, his eyes are trained on Eddie's hands as he moves them around to explain his points. Once he figures it out, Eddie goes quiet for a bit, just moves a hand.

Steve's eyes follow it.

Eddie slides his skull ring off his hand and offers a waiting hand.

Steve's hazel eyes look at the ring, then at his waiting palm, then at Eddie. Eddie raises his eyebrows and smiles encouragingly and Steve finally places his hand in his.

Eddie slides the ring on and off three of Steve's fingers before he finds the right fit.

"There you go" he says, his voice quiet under the music. His throat dry from all the places they're touching.

Steve raises his hand above their heads, turns it around as he looks at the ring.

"I like it" Steve decides with a smile.

"You can keep it" Eddie says, without thinking.

Steve looks at him with wide beautiful eyes. "I- I don't" he stammers,

"Oh" Eddie says "I mean, you don't have to. It's okay" he tells him.

Steve shakes his head a little. "It's not-" he seems to have trouble finding the words.

"Give it here" Eddie supplies after a beat, offering up his waiting palm again.

Steve puckers his lips and slides the ring off his hand, places it on Eddie's waiting palm for him to slide it back on.

☀♡☀♡

After that, Eddie expects the looks will stop, maybe Steve just wanted to see what it was like to wear one, that's okay.

But, that same weekend, while they're smoking, lying on Eddie's bed this time, Steve is doing it again, his eyes focused on Eddie's fingers whenever they pass the blunt between them.

Eddie tries a different approach this time.

"Which one do you like?" he asks,

When Steve raises his eyebrows, Eddie raises both his hands above their heads, clicks his rings together.

"Which one do I like the most?" Steve asks,

Not what Eddie said, but-

"Sure" he shrugs, intrigued.

"Hmm" Steve hums, bringing his fingers up to trace Eddie's rings. Eddies tries his best to suppress his shiver.

Steve finally lands on a ring, one with a deep brown stone in it.

"This one." he states quietly.

Wordlessly, Eddie hooks his right pinky around Steve's left index finger and holds on while he twists their hands around to slide the ring off his finger and onto Steve's.

"It's pretty" Steve comments, slowly disentangling their hands.

Eddie hums an assent.

Steve moves his hand around. "Feels heavy." he notices.

Eddie turns his head to look at Steve's face. "Yeah," he confirms.

He waits until Steve looks back at him to offer.

"Do you want that one?" Eddie whispers.

Steve looks into both his eyes, one after the other and the handsomest smile blooms on his face, he nods.

"If I can have it." Steve whispers back.

Eddie clears his throat so his voice is not so hoarse "It's yours" he confirms with a smile of his own.

"Thanks, Eds. I'm gonna buy one for you to replace it" Steve promises, admiring his ring.

"You don't have to" Eddie tells him, "I'm giving it to you"

"I know. I want to" Steve says.

Steve holds their blunt to Eddie's lips again, says "Tell me about your song again" and once Eddie leans up and takes the blunt, Steve hooks their pinkies together.

Eddie tells him about the bridge he found and how he can't quite find an ending.

☀♡☀♡

A week or so later they share their first kiss. Huddled together under Steve's bed covers in the middle of the night.

In between that night and the first time they tug at each other's clothes, tucked inside Eddie's van in the early hours of the morning after a very intense Corroded Coffin gig, Steve continues taking Eddie's rings and wearing them for random stretches of time.

He calls Eddie "sunshine" and Eddie calls him "sweetheart". They cook for each other and then together, they watch movies, they talk after they have nightmares, well into the sunrise. They go for swims and they have picnics and they hold hands.

Eddie takes his rings off to go to the bathroom and often he'll come back to find one missing, or, not really missing, just on one of Steve's fingers. Steve usually gives it back by the end of their hangout or the next day they see each other.

Sometimes, Steve takes the rings right off Eddie's hand and Eddie lets him. Steve tries on each and every one, and keeps his favorite, rearranging the rest on Eddie's hands in some particular way, by size, or by color, or by "symbolism" he said once. Eddie adores him.

Those rings he usually gets back within the week.

Some other times, Steve will have a specific request, he even called Eddie once to ask if he could borrow a specific ring he thought would go well with the outfit he had planned for their date the next day. Eddie was delighted.

The first rings Eddie buys for Steve are an ordeal for him. He's so nervous, afraid that Steve won't like them, or that he won't want to have any of his own (even though he wears the one with the brown stone every day), or that he'll refuse to accept them.

He tells Steve that the girl that helped him said he could exchange them even for store credit if he didn't like them. Which, is a lie, but Eddie can make it happen if need be.

Thankfully, he doesn't have to, Steve loves them. Eddie chose one of intertwined metal bands, one with the phases of the moon around it and one that looks like arms are hugging Steve's finger. Steve especially likes that last one.

After that, Eddie takes Steve with him when he goes shopping for rings.

The first ring Steve buys for Eddie, the one that's supposed to "replace" the one with the brown stone, is a sun signet. Eddie maybe tears up a little bit.

It becomes such a part of them, that soon it's virtually impossible to say whose rings are in their bedside table.

Some mornings one of them is in charge of assigning the rings. Some others whoever gets to the side table first gets to choose his rings and leave the rest for the other. Regardless, Eddie loves to sit down and watch Steve pick out and put on his rings for the day. Taking time out of his day, every. single. morning. When he didn't wear rings before Eddie gifted him one. It makes Eddie want to cling to him and press kisses to his beautiful hair.

Some days, when it's Steve's turn to assign the rings he gets a little too into it. Organizing and reorganizing them in different ways, always in neat little rows until they're five minutes late and Eddie has to force himself to say "Stevie, we have to go" even though he could watch Steve organize things and mumble around the explanations for each method for days on end.

The real kicker though, is when Steve buys rings for Eddie that are more Steve's style. He buys rings for Eddie that he would like to wear himself. Because he knows eventually, he'll end up wearing Eddie's rings, no matter what. It's such a declaration of his intent to stick around that Eddie never quite knows what to say.

Steve also plays with his rings now, just as he plays with Eddie's, fiddles with them, removes them for cooking or cleaning, puts them in his pockets or in his glove compartment, they're a part of him as much as Eddie's rings are a part of Eddie, as much as Steve is a part of Eddie.

Eddie likes when their rings clink together when they hold hands, he loves feeling Steve's rings against his skin, in the small of his back or up his sides beneath his shirt. And he absolutely adores stealing Steve's rings too, slipping them off his fingers and into his own, feeling the residual warmth form where Steve's been going about his day with this piece of metal in his hand, Eddie can think of nothing better.

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"Eds have you seen my ring?" Steve asks him one night, coming into the kitchen where Eddie's making them pancakes for dinner.

"You're gonna have to be a little bit more specific, big boy" Eddie answers, flipping a pancake.

"No, Eddie" Steve presses, the panic in his tone finally registering and Eddie immediately turns to look at him.

His hair is a mess, like he's been pulling on it, even though he was in the middle of his shower when Eddie left him to come make dinner.

"Oh," Eddie says, finally understanding he means the ring with the brown stone. "I don't have it baby, where did you see it last?" Eddie asks, turning off the stove.

"I left it in the bedside table!" Steve explains, clearly frustrated "it's not there anymore, and it's not on the drawers or on the bed or in the floor or behind the door. I don't know where it is." he finishes, tears forming in his eyes.

Eddie hates seeing him so stressed, he walks up to him and runs his hand up and down his arms.

"We'll find it sweetheart, it's okay. Did you check under the dresser?" Eddie asks.

There was a dresser in their house when they bought it, inside their bedroom. Apparently, the previous owner did not want to deal with the trouble of getting it out and as it turned out, neither did Steve and Eddie. It was a beautiful vintage piece of furniture and it was heavy as a motherfucker.

"Oh. I didn't?" Steve says, "How would it get all the way there?"

The dresser is placed across their bed, so in the wall opposite their bedside tables.

"It seems crazy, but it's happened with a couple of mine" Eddie tells him, "I'm telling you, this place is on a slant" he says, already grabbing Steve and tugging him towards their bedroom.

"Fuck, I hope it's there" he mumbles.

"It will be," Eddie assures him

"What if it went down the drain?" Steve anxiously asks,

"You almost never leave your rings in the bathroom, handsome"

"But what if I did?" Steve insists,

"Then I will go down to the sewers to get it for you" Eddie tells him as they enter their bedroom.

Steve goes to get on the floor but Eddie brings their joined hands to his lips and presses a kiss there, says "Here, I'll look" and gets on his hands and knees in front of their dresser.

Sure enough, there's a small shadow at the very back, the object nearly touching the wall. Eddie comes up to tell Steve and bangs his head against one of the dresser handles.

"Jesus!" Steve exclaims, rubbing Eddie's head for him, "Is it there?" he asks.

Eddie scrunches his eyes shut against the pain and gives Steve a thumbs up, "Mmhm, I think so," he confirms, "You have a ruler on your desk," he tells Steve

Without needing another word Steve goes and gets it for him.

When Eddie finally fishes the ring out, Steve grabs it and clutches it to his chest

"Ohmygod. Thank you" he says, leaning his head against the dresser.

Eddie gets up off the floor and drags him to stand in front of him as Eddie sits in their bed.

Steve takes a couple of moments to breathe deeply, letting go of the last dregs of his panic. Eddie clings to Steve's waist and noses his shirt up to kiss the scarred skin on his side.

Steve finally chuckles softly, bunches his fingers up at the top of Eddie's head.

"Does it hurt too much?" he asks, rubbing at Eddie's head again.

Eddie shakes his head.

Steve switches to petting his hair and softly laughs "God, I almost got a heart attack"

Eddie chuckles, leaning his chin on Steve's stomach to look up at him.

"I love you" he reminds him.

Steve traces his dimples, says "I love you", then grabs one of Eddie's hands from his waist and slides the ring on his hand.

"It's your job to take care of it now. When I'm not wearing it" Steve tells him.

"I will." Eddie promises.

Inevitably, Steve ends up taking care of Eddie's sun signet whenever he's not wearing it, just in case.

The longest they wear those rings for the other is a few months, between getting engaged and exchanging them again at their wedding ceremony.

#i might write their first kiss from this later on. for now- i hope you love this. i sure do! even if its a little all over the place :3 #steddie #steddie headcanon #steve x eddie #steveddie #stranger things #.

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𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 | 𝓩𝓪𝔂𝓷𝓮 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: 𝒵𝒶𝓎𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓁. 𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒹. 𝐻𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓇𝒿𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝒹.

𝒯𝒶𝑔𝓈: 𝐸𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅, 𝐼 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑒𝓍. 𝒪𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝓍. 𝐹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒞𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒾𝑒. 𝒟𝓇. 𝑅𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎

𝒜𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉: 𝒲𝑒𝒾𝒷𝑜 | 猫猫修仙_

You’re just finishing the last coat of mascara when your phone chimes. A message from Zayne: Emergency surgery tonight. I’m sorry. Don’t wait for me. I’ll make it up.

You let out a groan, tossing your phone onto the bed with a frustrated sigh. For the past month, Zayne has been swallowed by overtime, the hospital plagued by staff shortages. This was the third time he’s had to cancel your dinner plans. You understand—of course you do. He’s working so hard, trying to find a cure for your illness, fighting battles you can't even see. But knowing that doesn’t stop the wave of sadness from rising, tightening your throat as you stare at your reflection.

Your hair was curled perfectly, blown out with so much care for volume. Your makeup, soft and glowing, highlighted the earrings he loved most—the ones that made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the room. And your lips, painted a red he had picked out for you during one lazy Sunday of shopping, now felt foolishly bold.

Your gaze shifts to the dress hanging on the closet door. The one you picked just for him. You sigh, reaching for a makeup wipe, already feeling tears prick your eyes. Another wasted night.

“I guess I’ll put you back in the closet… again,” you mumble, folding the dress and tucking it away, imagining Zayne finding it later and knowing exactly how disappointed you were.

Needing to wash off the sadness, you drag yourself to the shower. The scent of strawberry shampoo fills the steam around you, the familiar jasmine flower body wash he loved clinging to your skin. As the hot water pours over you, silent tears mix with the streams, your chest aching with longing.

Everyone warned you about the reality of loving a doctor. But Zayne had always made time for you, no matter what.

That’s why you could never stay mad for long. Because you knew—he hated this distance as much as you did.

After drying off, you skip the usual oversized T-shirt, reaching for something else. Something silkier. Something dangerous. A white lingerie dress, soft against your skin, whisper-thin and utterly unforgiving. And beneath it? Nothing. No panties. If he did come home… you wanted him to suffer a little. To want you the way you ached for him.

Flustered by your own thoughts, you bite your lip and crawl into bed, shooting him a quick text before you close your eyes.

I love you.

The faint scent of his cologne on the sheets wraps around you like a ghost, and you let sleep pull you under, your heart still heavy with longing.

You're not sure how much time has passed when soft footsteps stir you awake. Your eyes flutter open. The clock reads 2:30 AM. Your heart skips.

He’s home.

You stay still, half-awake, listening as Zayne quietly undresses. You hear the subtle clink of his watch being placed carefully in the drawer. A small amused hum escapes him—he's found the abandoned dress and returned it to its place.

You barely suppress a smile.

A moment later, the bed dips under his weight, and then strong arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you flush against his bare chest. The smell of the hospital still clings to him—cucumber and mint layered with something sweeter, something softer. A bit of him

You can't help the soft moan that escapes your lips. His warmth, his presence, it’s overwhelming after so many lonely nights.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” he whispers against your ear, his voice deep and rough from exhaustion.

Your body answers before your mouth does, pressing yourself back against the unmistakable hardness straining his boxers. Your silky dress slips off your shoulder as his hand finds your breast. The air around you thickens, crackling with want.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs into your skin, laying soft kisses along your neck, hitting that sweet spot that makes you whimper.

You tilt your head to give him more access, your fingers tangling in his hair, tugging lightly. The quiet moan he lets out vibrates against your throat, sending a shiver through you.

“Dr. Zayne, you missed our appointment,” you manage to groan teasingly, your voice breathy.

He chuckles low, and you feel his smile against your skin. When you finally twist to face him, his eyes are dark, almost unrecognizable—burning with a hunger that makes your knees weak.

“My apologies," he growls. "Let me start your physical.”

Then he kisses you—fierce, deep, hungry. His tongue slides against yours, and your body melts into his, the tension of weeks apart crashing down in a single desperate kiss.

You feel Zayne’s cock twitch against you, hard and aching, the heat of it radiating through the thin layers separating you. He breaks away from your kiss with a harsh breath, positioning himself above you. His ears are flushed red, his cheeks burning, and for a long, precious moment, he just looks at you—those green eyes locked to yours, full of everything he doesn’t need to say.

I miss you.

The unspoken words hang heavy between you. You can feel your body responding to him, your core throbbing, yearning for his touch.

His hand tugs teasingly at your lingerie strap. “You’ll need to remove your clothes, so I can properly examine you.”

Your lips part on a shaky breath. “Y-yes, Dr. Zayne.”With trembling hands, you peel the silk over your head, baring yourself completely to him.

The way his gaze darkens when he sees you makes your whole body tingle. His fingers trail slowly from your waist up along your torso, feather-light, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Before you can say anything, he dips his head, capturing your nipple between his lips.

The sensation shoots through you like electricity—his mouth is hot, his tongue swirling in maddening circles, sucking just hard enough to have you gasping. Your hands fly to his hair, tugging, desperate for more.

One of his hands slides lower, down your belly, between your thighs, finding your already soaked folds. He teases you, sliding his fingers along your slit, pretending he's going to enter you—only to circle your clit instead, applying the lightest pressure that makes your legs tremble.

You can’t hold back the moan that rips from your throat. "Z-Zayne," you gasp, your hips chasing his hand, needing more, needing him.

His mouth leaves your breast as he pulls back, towering over you once more. You can feel the smirk he’s trying to hide; he loves seeing you this wrecked, this desperate—only for him.

He doesn’t make you wait. One finger sinks into you—slow, deliberate—then another. Your back arches off the bed as he pumps them inside you, building a rhythm that has you falling apart with every stroke.

“You're so wet and hot, darling,” he mutters, voice thick with hunger. "I want to taste you."

You barely have time to whimper before he slides down, hooking your legs over his broad shoulders. His hands grip your thighs as he buries his mouth between your legs, licking and devouring you with an intensity that shatters whatever sanity you have left.

His tongue moves in slow, lazy circles over your clit at first, but then faster, rougher—lapping, sucking, flicking—until you're shaking under him, gasping for air.

“Zayne—baby—I-I’m close—” you cry, your whole body tightening, the orgasm so close it hurts.

He groans into you, the vibration wrecking you even more. “Wait for me.”

You hear the rustle of fabric, feel the bed shift—then his cock is pressing against your entrance, hot and thick and perfect.

“Zayne… I love you,” you whisper, tears pricking your eyes from the overwhelming feeling of it all.

With a deep, guttural moan, he thrusts into you in one smooth motion. You both cry out—your body stretching deliciously around him, feeling so full, so right.

You grab at the sheets, at his back, anything to ground yourself as he begins to move. Every stroke hits your sweet spot perfectly, the bed creaking under the force of him, his body caging yours like a shelter, a home.

His breath is hot against your neck as he groans your name. “I love you.”The words are broken, desperate, whispered right against your skin like a prayer.

His right hand cradles your cheek so tenderly it makes your heart ache, while his other arm keeps him braced above you. Every thrust, every low grunt he makes in your ear pushes you closer to the edge.

You cling to him, nails scraping lightly down his back, feeling his muscles bunch and flex beneath your fingers. The way he holds you, the way he moves inside you—it’s too much.

Your body screams for release, but you don’t want to cum without him. Not yet. Not until he’s there with you.

Without warning, Zayne lifts you, repositioning you to straddle his lap. Even here, he’s the one moving, thrusting up into you, filling you so deep you see stars.

You press your forehead to his, breath mingling, the world narrowing to just the two of you. His eyes are wild and beautiful, locked onto yours. Everything you feel—love, lust, devotion—it’s all right there.

“Zayne,” you pant.

“Cum with me,” he begs, his voice almost breaking.

“Together,” you whisper back.

Your orgasm crashes into you at the same time his hips stutter, and he spills into you with a broken moan, filling you with his warmth. The force of it rips a cry from your throat, your whole body trembling violently against his.

He holds you so tightly, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. You can feel his heart hammering against your chest, your own heartbeat trying desperately to match it.

You stay there, wrapped up in him, breathless and boneless, letting the aftershocks pulse through you. Neither of you moves to break the connection—you just cling to each other, bodies still joined, souls still colliding.

The moonlight spills across the bed, bathing you both in soft silver light. Your hair falls over his face, and you smile, brushing it back gently.

You’re so in love you can barely breathe.

Zayne looks at you like you’re his entire universe. “You’re so beautiful in the moonlight,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your lips—slow, lingering, endless.

When you finally pull away to catch your breath, he smiles at you—a real, unguarded smile—and you swear your heart cracks open all over again.

“Don’t leave… please,” you whisper, voice trembling. Tears threaten to spill because you know—every goodbye hurts a little more.

Zayne cups your face tenderly. “I’ve cleared my schedule,” he says softly. “We’ll go to the Arctic tomorrow. Spend the whole week together.”

You blink, stunned. “B-but my work—I haven’t—”

He cuts you off with a kiss to your forehead. “I cleared it with Jenna. She agreed with me. You’ve been working so hard. It’s doctor’s orders, love. You rest.”

The dam breaks, and you laugh—wet and happy—and throw your arms around him, hugging him tighter than ever.

“Dr. Zayne… I love you.” Your voice is thick with emotion.

He chuckles low, pulling you even closer. “Let’s get some sleep, my love.”

You fall asleep in his arms, wrapped in warmth and moonlight, knowing that tonight, there will be no nightmares. Only sweet dreams. Only him.

#love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #zayne x reader #lads zayne #lnds zayne #fanfic #zayne #love and deepspace zayne #lads smut #l&ds zayne

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