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littlelovelunette · 18 days ago
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THIS. PEOPLE. THIS IS A NECESSITY.
You: Sevika, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?
Sevika, naked in ur bed: No, I absolutely do not.
You, already taking off ur clothes: Fuck... Me neither.
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angelsrcute · 1 year ago
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SEX OBSESSION. 𝜗𝜚
(´∀`*)ε` ) ౨ৎ N–sfw content !! ; Dom!Fyodor and Nikolai + Angel!Sub!Fem!Reader ➜cws: unprotected sex, use of lube, crying, praising, biting, corruption, creampie, double penetration, multiple rounds, fingering, nipple play, blowjob, hair pulling. ᡴꪫ‎
‎ ꒰ † ੭‎ For the event! + Fyodor calls you MIlaya(darling) n Nikolai calls you Myla moya(my dear) ヽ(´▽`)ノ
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Curious. You were a very curious angel, oblivious too probably, believing that the world is just so good. For some reason, you met them, Fyodor and Nikolai, apparently from some group called ‘Decay of Angels’, what's that? No clue, but they seem quite nice.
And what were you doing right now? no clue either but you know that whatever they do makes you feel all warm and fuzzy. A sensation you've never felt, it feels so good that you're ready to do it anytime, anywhere. They tell you that it's something very close friends do. Angelic mind all corrupted, well can you blame them? you're just so cute when you beg for them to fuck you stupid!
All you remember is that fyodor was pent up and wanted to get some relief, Nikolai nodded away while giggling. I mean you were living here free of cost so it's only fair that you help your best friend relieve some stress, right? Maybe a movie night, or a game night–
So here you were, sucking Fyodor off while Nikolai worked on your pussy, thrusting two fingers inside you as he whispered sweet praises to your ears, “Such a good angel you are, Myla moya!” Nikolai purred while he was twisting and pinching your nipples, taking them in his mouth as he bit on them gently. Giving each bud equal attention.
Soft muffled gasps and moans left your lips, causing Fyodor to chuckle as he wiped the tears from your eyes, looking prettily at him through your lashes.
“Really, how sinful are you myshka? Aren't you supposed to be a divine being, hm?” He cooed, “God would definitely punish you for such sinful acts.” Earning a whine from you, he knows how devoted you are to the so-called God. More fun to tease you.
You could feel you were close, making your tummy all weird and hot. Fyodor grabs your hair, making you take more of him as he chases his own high, eyes closed as he mumbled something you couldn't focus on. You feel his cock twitch as he climaxes in your mouth, cursing, your eyes rolling back.
“You did a good job, MIlaya, now it's only fair that we return the favour, right?”
Your pussy coming around Nikolai's fingers. He pulled them out, licking up your juices, you were laying your head on Fyodor's thighs, all tired.
You could feel yourself being carried by Fyodor as he put you on the bed. Nikolai in front of your legs while Fyodor was behind you.
“Wait n-no, m’ too tired–” You managed to breathe out.
Well how did it feel being fucked by two cocks? you were absolutely disheveled. Sweat glistening from your forehead, arms wrapped around Nikolai as you bit down on his shoulder. You were so sensitive at this point, you don't remember what round this was but the only thing you could focus on is how good their cocks feel. Shoulders littered with love bites, fyodor played with your hardened nipples.
You were so sensitive, gasping at every movement. They both let out a grunt when they feels your gummy walls clench around them. You can't even let words out, just whimpers and moans.
“Shit, Myla moya, you're hurting me.” Nikolai whines, drawing slow circles on your puffy clit to soothe you. Your eyes all glossy, nail marks visible on Nikolai's shoulder alongside the bite marks you gave him to calm down.
After some time you feel both of them coming inside your holes, filling you up to the brim with their hot n sticky cum. Your stomach bulging a bit. The scent was so intoxicating as you three caught your breaths.
“MIlaya, let me run you a warm bath, you must be tired.” Fyodor let's out a chuckle at how sleepy you were, he caressed your cheeks.
He picked you up as he heard Nikolai pouting about how he also deserves to have that type of treatment too! “Not fairrr! Fedya, run me a bath too..”
Fyodor's lips curl into a smile as he nods and takes you to the bathroom, putting you in the bathtub, Nikolai joins soon after.
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mxnhoo · 6 months ago
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two worlds apart (p.sh)
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✎ park sunghoon and reader synopsis you'd thought that these few years would've been enough to become happier and better, but you'd only become flustered and caught off-guard when you'd saw him. genre reader and hoon used to date, reader has troubles moving on (sunghoon too LOL), bittersweet, breakups, longing for each other word count ~1.3k cly's note inspired by a tiktok i saw (are we surprised). here's a short one cos i finally found time to write. kinda rusty cos it's been a while
now playing under the same moon — myla, astronomy — conan gray
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"Ow— sorry,"
You nodded your head as you acknowledged the person who'd accidentally collided with you, observing how they stabilise themselves and grip to the pole near them.
It's been a long day at work, doing the same routine you've sticked to for the past few years. Walking into the office, communicating with clients, discussing with co-workers about the upcoming projects and having short breaks in-between.
Nothing thrilling has happened in your life, and though you'd be thankful that you weren't constantly going through high and low's, you'd just wish there was more spark in your life. A spark. A period where you just felt alive again, overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions — just like when you were with him.
The train came to a stop, causing everyone to shake a little as they grip their supports tighter to ensure their stability, and your eyes scan around for any seats to provide comfort for your long ride back. To your luck, there was this woman who got up in front of you, and you immediately took the chance to sit yourself down, immediately feeling relieved as body started to relax.
People were constantly moving around, trying to either board the train, alight the train, or finding a more comfortable spot to stand for the remaining duration of their journey. You exhaled, staring into nothing while people constantly shifted around.
You lifted your head, your eyes staring straight ahead of you, and as the person in front of you shifts towards another direction, there was a clear pathway between you and the person directly opposite of you.
And you saw them.
You saw him.
Sunghoon. Your ex-boyfriend.
He was sitting directly opposite of you, and you two had locked eyes at the same time. The train had started to move, causing you to jerk a little to your left, but your eyes remained still on him. Your mouth was slightly agape from the surprise, and you could feel your face go cold.
Though the train was filled with loud conversations coming from every direction, it was almost like your ears started to block out any noise. You could hear as your heart continues to beat, the pace accelerating as you process what was happening.
Sunghoon's eyes were slightly widened as his eyes remained on you, almost like he was experiencing the same shock as you, and you gulped, feeling uncertain on what to do. Were you to stand up and approach him? Treat him like you two were buddies? Or ignore him like you never associated him at all?
Was he going to do anything? Will he approach you and say hi? Or will he—
"The train is reaching Northern Park station!"
Your eyes followed him, watching how he stood up and hung his bag over his shoulder.
Oh right. This was his stop. How could you have forgotten?
He gave you a weak smile, followed by an acknowledging nod before he turned his back on you. The train doors opened, and you were watching him. He turned his head around to stare at you for a moment before he walked out, his figure gradually becoming smaller and smaller.
There was this unexplainable ache in your chest. Your fingers were digging into your palm as you tightened your fist and you bit your lip, feeling puzzled as to why you felt such emotions.
It's been 4 years since the break-up, so that should've been sufficient time for you to move on. You wanted to be cool and non-chalant if you were to ever bump into him in public like this to prove that you've moved on and became happier, so why?
Tossing and turning on your bed 1 hour past midnight was not what you wanted. You had an important event tomorrow, and you'd plan to sleep early, but you've been conscious on your bed since 3 hours ago. You stared into the dark ceiling, letting your mind run and overflow with thoughts, all of them being about Sunghoon.
How you forgot his station. How he usually smiles when he feels bittersweet. How he now slicks his hair back, And also how he looked back at you before he left.
It was the same look he gave you from that night you two officially called it off.
You huffed out, placing your arm over your forehead, accepting defeat that you weren't going to get sufficient sleep for tomorrow. After a period of silence, you rolled over to the edge of your bed, your hands mindlessly tapping on the night stand for your phone, and upon finding it, you immediately picked it up.
Your fingers moved by themselves, finding Sunghoon's contact that you swore to remove from your phone 3 years ago then into the chat that you failed to delete. The last few messages were the two of you awkwardly wishing each other for their birthdays or other occassions like Christmas.
You bit your lip, typing on your keyboard.
y/n : how did i look?
You exhaled, not realising you were holding your breath as you felt a sense of relief after managing to send the message. You turned off your phone and placed it on the bed beside your hip, your hands immediately rubbing your eyes as the disbelief starts to kick in.
Suddenly, your phone vibrates again and your hands freeze. You immediately picked your phone up again to see that he had responded to your message.
sunghoon (ex (DON'T CONTACT!!)) : good
sunghoon (ex (DON'T CONTACT!!)) : you look just as good when i had you
You read his message, and a weak smile was plastered across your face. His message felt.. bittersweet.
y/n : whoa
y/n : what're are you doing still up?
You pursed your lips, watching how the text bubble appears.
sunghoon (ex (DON'T CONTACT!!)) : i don't know actually
sunghoon (ex (DON'T CONTACT!!)) : why am i even up?
sunghoon (ex (DON'T CONTACT!!)) : i guess i had a lot in my head
sunghoon (ex (DON'T CONTACT!!)) : what about you?
Perhaps he was feeling the same way as you.
y/n : guess i feel the same
y/n : kinda sucks cos i have an important event tomorrow
You looked at the time and realised how late it was, knowing you'd have to wake up at 7am.
sunghoon (ex (DON'T CONTACT!!)) : do you still have mr shumper?
sunghoon (ex (DON'T CONTACT!!)) : make sure you hug him to sleep
You bit your lip, feeling your chest tighten. "Mr Shumper" was the name of the plushy he'd gifted you for your anniversary and he'd always known that everytime you had trouble sleeping, you would hug that plushy while imagining it was Sunghoon instead. You tilted your head upwards, and there was Mr Shumper resting on your pillow.
y/n : actually
y/n : i do
y/n : i really don't know why i still do though
You started to blank out, questioning yourself about everything. It's been 4 years, so why did you still have things from him?
sunghoon (ex (DON'T CONTACT!!)) : hey
sunghoon (ex (DON'T CONTACT!!)) : i know things have been hard
sunghoon (ex (DON'T CONTACT!!)) : i hope you know that
sunghoon (ex (DON'T CONTACT!!)) : i feel the same way
sunghoon (ex (DON'T CONTACT!!)) : would you be okay if we just
What is he going to say..?
sunghoon (ex (DON'T CONTACT!!)) : meet up?
sunghoon (ex (DON'T CONTACT!!)) : catch up?
sunghoon (ex (DON'T CONTACT!!)) : it can be at your favourite cafe
You stared at his message in disbelief. You weren't sure how to react. Were you supposed to be happy? Scared? Relieved? How were things going to go? Will things be the same or will they be—
sunghoon (ex (DON'T CONTACT!!)) : did you fall asleep?
sunghoon (ex (DON'T CONTACT!!)) : sorry
sunghoon (ex (DON'T CONTACT!!)) : sorry for saying anything
sunghoon (ex (DON'T CONTACT!!)) : im going to delete these messages
y/n : hey
y/n : tomorrow.
y/n : tomorrow dinner.
You couldn't believe what was happening.
sunghoon (ex (DON'T CONTACT!!)) : okay.
sunghoon (ex (DON'T CONTACT!!)) : i'll see you.
Okay.
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vanilladove · 1 year ago
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❤︎ ₊ ⊹ get free (3/3)
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pic creds luvpngs | gif creds akashi-tetsuki
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: asylum patient!nikolai x asylum attendant!fem!reader
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre: smut w/ plot + dark content; 18+ only pls!
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ content warnings: smut/nsfw, kidnapping, mentions of abuse + death, manipulation, violence, unhealthy relationships, infidelity (revenge hehe), slightly yandere!nikolai, dubious consent, husband yapping🤓
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ summary: you've been kidnapped by your patient and taken to meet "dos" and another member of the doa. you notice someone familiar and are forced to make a quick decision. will you free yourself or stay in another man's cage? ˚₊‧꒰ა read pt 1 & pt 2 & bonus (bad ending) ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ word count: 5.6k
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Your head was pounding and your eyelids felt heavy, along with the intense soreness coursing through your body, especially on the left side of your waist. Trying to open your eyes through the blinding light, you could barely make out two figures in front of you--they looked like they were talking, so you tried to listen to the warped voices as much as you could with the remaining consciousness you could muster.
"Nikolai, I've meaning to ask you..." A deep, disinterested voice inquired. "What are you planning to do with that?"
"That? Don't be rude, Dos! This is Dove, I wrote to you about her in our letters, remember?" You could make out Nikolai's whines.
"Yes, but what use does she have for the Decay of Angels? If she's just another plaything, then she doesn't belong at the base. Besides, that woman is just another liability."
Nikolai sighed annoyedly, "She's my lover. I intend to keep her with me. I'm sure we can find a way for her to contribute later," he smirked, "I guess you wouldn't understand though...When's the last time you felt the touch of a woman, anyways?
You heard Dos scoff loudly at Nikolai's remark, "Fine, do what you like with her. Also, Sigma and I have finished getting information out of the target, so he's ready for disposal in the basement. He was a real pain to deal with."
Nikolai giggled at that, joking more with Dos. The exhaustion was taking over you again, though, so you couldn't keep yourself awake to glean anymore information from their conversation.
You heard the two men's voices fade out into the background as sleep overtook you once again.
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When you finally woke up, it was dim. You winced as you got up and took in your surroundings: the silk sheets you were under, a large bed, a spacious gothic-style room, cream curtains covering tall windows, and cuddled next to you...Nikolai?
You flinched lightly when you looked down to see his eyes staring directly into yours. He got up slowly and pulled you into his strong arms, moving the stray hairs--which had been mysteriously braided--out of your face and kissing your forehead lovingly. "How are you feeling, myla? Did some of the pain go away?"
You blushed as you felt his warm chest against you. He was shirtless, and all of the passionate hickeys you'd given him were exposed. Nikolai smirked cheekily when you stared at them for too long and watched your blush deepen when you realized you were wearing his white button up with nothing underneath. You looked so cute in the oversized shirt, so his.
Confusion coming back to you, you pulled away a bit, "Wait, Nikolai, where are we?" You frowned, last remembering being in the bath house, "The asylum...what happened?"
A sigh left his lips as he placed your head on his shoulder, "Well, after we had sex in the tub--by the way, you're pretty good at riding--" heat rose in your cheeks from his dirty comment, "back up was on their way and I didn't have enough time to explain things, so I needed to subdue you quickly for us to escape. That was why I had to use the tranquilizer on you. Sorry, you must've been shocked..." Nikolai stroked your hair softly, but you pulled back in bewilderment, staring into his softened eyes.
"Wait, why couldn't you just tell me that before? And how did you escape so fast? Where is this pl--" Nikolai cut you off suddenly, dramatically pressing a finger to your lips, "This is the Decay of Angel's temporary base...we're pretty far from the asylum and ran away like you wanted. I couldn't tell you anything because we needed to know if we could trust you." You tried to object at that, but your ex-patient only pushed his finger further to silence you. "And how we got here? Hmmm..." he paused to giggle manically, "Well, dove, that's a secret I can't tell yet...I'm a jester after all. I have tricks up my sleeve that I can't reveal to the audience--even to pretty girls like you~" You groaned as he replaced his finger with his lips and peppered kisses all over your flustered face.
He clearly wasn't telling you everything, but you didn't have any choice but to believe him. After all, you were still in one piece and out of the asylum, and he'd at least taken you to a nice place with silk sheets and roses. Nikolai wouldn't lie to you or harm you without a good reason, would he?
You pouted, "Fine, I believe you..." Nikolai grinned proudly and rolled off the bed. He stretched and threw you your black biker shorts and underwear that he'd pulled seemingly out of nowhere along with a loose white shirt that matched his uniform linen pants.
"Come on, pryntsesa, there's someone I want you to see."
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You shakily stepped forward as Nikolai led you deeper into what seemed to be a basement. The walls were covered in pale bricks and dimly lit lanterns--keeping up with the medieval theme of the overall base. In the barely illuminated darkness, you could make out what looked like a jail cell. You kept trying to peer at Nikolai to ask him where exactly you were going and who he was taking you to see, but he only stared ahead with the same proud smirk on his face.
Maybe he was taking you to meet Sigma? Or the other members of the Decay of Angels? You shivered thinking about the fact you really were in their base; Nikolai's files had included that he used to work with a terrorist organization and the various atrocities they'd committed. Now that you were with them, you wondered if that made you a hostage or co-conspirator. You briefly recalled Dos mentioning "the target" in the basement. Was that who you were going to see?
You were snapped out of your thoughts when you bumped into Nikolai's back, his soft braid tickling your nose. You muttered out a quiet apology as he flipped on a switch to brightly light up the jail cell you stood outside of. He turned slightly to face you and smiled gently at you as he brought you in front of him, putting his hands on your shoulders and making you blush. Some sudden cries grabbed your attention to what was in front of you, causing you to instinctively recoil at the familiar face staring back at you.
The boss of the asylum--your husband.
"Dear, is that you?" His raspy voice called out. Getting a full look at him, he looked worse than ever--sweaty disheveled hair clinging to his forehead; uniform tattered and stained with dirt, sweat, and what appeared to be ash; and a desperate, blown out expression on his face. You couldn't believe your eyes--Why was he here?
"T-that man kidnapped you, didn't he?" He got up from the floor and stepped closer in response to your silence, "L-look, I don't know w-what those terrorists told you, but that f-freak--" your husband shrieked, pointing at Nikolai but quickly bringing his finger down in fear, "--burned down the entire asylum and dragged us here. The new girls, the guards, they all got burned or severely injured." Your eyes widened as he started crying and wailing miserably, "A-and Lacey...sh-she's dead...what a brutal way to die...Oh God...Lacey--" The boss clutched his face as tears streamed down his face, mixing with the ash and further sullying his appearance.
Disgust and shock hit you, partly from the mess in front of you that was still reminiscing about the home wrecker he'd cheated on you with and partly because of the events you'd just learned--assuming your husband wasn't lying, Nikolai committing arson and presumably killing Lacey were details that he kept from you. You turned to face the jester, but he only kept his smile from earlier--eyes now devoid of warmth and stoically cold, gazing back into your dilated pupils before turning your head around back to the cell. You shuddered lightly: that was him confirming it was true.
Your husband's eyes twitched at your lack of reaction. He abruptly lunged towards the jail cell, clinging onto the cell bars and struggling against them to try to reach out to you. You screamed as his arm extended in your direction, and Nikolai stepped back to wrap his arms protectively around you, pulling you into his chest.
Your husband was banging against the bars, "Please! L-listen to me, darling!" You cringed at the fake nickname. "Forgive me for what I did in the past and save me--I'm sure h-help's coming. After this, I-I'll...buy you a new car and w-we can go on a nice vacation, start a f-family--start over, y'know?" He gave you a distraught smile, and you cringed at his pathetic display of promises. There was absolutely no way you could willingly go back to a man who'd abused and betrayed you.
Snot was now falling down his nose as he tried to fix his hair and steady his voice; he was practically yelling at you now. "Look, I'm sorry for cheating on you. Lacey was just too tempting...but I regret it, a-and now I know that I really love you." You weren't convinced, he was clearly just trying to save face. "S-shit!" He clanged against the bars again, knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping them, "I'm trying to apologize to you, dear. I love you--I'm wearing my ring for fuck's sake! C-can't you see that that freak's manipulating you?" He tried to make eye contact again with the white-haired man in front of him, but only cowered back in fright after meeting his intimidating gaze.
You could sense Nikolai glaring back as he tightened his grip around you. It made you frown seeing your husband trying to act like he knew everything about your relationship...Nikolai wasn't manipulating you; he loved you in the way your unfaithful husband never could.
"What are you talking about?" You asked sadly, completely shattering whatever pitiful resolve your husband had left. He gasped horribly and fell to his knees, realizing that you were too far gone, too in love with Gogol.
He stopped when he looked up and noticed your bare neck. "Your ring...why isn't your necklace on?" You traced around the empty space, feeling how light it was now that it was gone. Nikolai smirked in response.
"I--"
"She doesn't need it anymore." Nikolai replied darkly, cutting you off. He laughed a bit, the expression not quite reaching his eyes. He turned to you, startling you a bit. "Actually, you threw it away yourself, didn't you, dove? 'Cause you don't love him anymore." You nodded affirmatively, exasperating your husband even more as he resumed his sobs. Nikolai only curled his lip up coyly at his reaction and brought one of hands down to stroke your inner thigh provocatively as another brought your chin up to kiss you passionately. Heat flowed throughout your body as you blushed deeply. You couldn't tell how much time passed as you felt dizzy after he slipped his tongue in. The anguished cries in the background were drowned out as Nikolai pulled away slowly, making you flustered from the string of saliva left behind.
He licked his lips satisfyingly and gave you a peck before whispering in your ear, "Go on, ptashka, tell him how you feel."
Flush still on your cheeks, you looked directly at your old partner, who was now shaking in agony, "He's right--he's not manipulating me, either. I'm not yours anymore, and I don't want our old life back. I--" Nikolai was still stroking your thigh and was dangerously close to your panties. "I--mmh--I'm in love with Kolya now, and I want to be with him." You missed the pink on Nikolai's face as you saw your husband practically collapse, banging on the ground as he bawled awfully.
"Y-you fucking slut! How could you betray me like this? A-nd your p-parents--w-what would they think about this?" You backed away from the cell, bothered by his yelling. You wished he would shut up already.
Your husband's rambling was stopped suddenly as the sound of a gun cocking reverberated off the brick walls. It was from Nikolai. He placed it in your hands while gazing into your eyes sincerely. "Dove, you've been trapped in this man's cage--stuck on a ride you want to get off, but you keep riding. I want you to decide...If you want to keep playing his game or live your own life."
Your eyes widened at that. This was your chance to change your life and free yourself from the burden of your old life. There was no more chasing rainbows and hoping for an end to them, no more waiting for an inconsiderate man to love you. There was no sure promise of a better life if you saved him and went back to him...
Shit, what the hell were you thinking about? Could you really kill someone by yourself so easily?
Brain an absolute conflicting mess, you felt like you had a war in your mind. You couldn't think clearly as your thoughts jumbled together, and the intensity of the cold metal was making you unsteady. Nikolai noticed and wrapped his warm hand around your shaky one, bringing it up to aim at your husband's head.
"Do you want him gone, myla?" He whispered into your ear, placing your finger over the trigger. "All you have to do is shoot, and it'll all be over." His soft whispers drowned out the sound of your husband begging for his life and backing away desperately in the background. Nikolai gave you the same warm smile as before and his usually dull right green eye was sparkling with emotion. In a strange way, it was comforting, reminding you that you weren't alone.
You didn't remember much after that, just feeling the gun go off and Nikolai's hand over yours, followed by a deafening silence. You winced as you felt something wet against the side of your skin and blood splattered across Nikolai's white clothes. You didn't dare look at your own shirt. Your heartbeat was so loud in your ears, and you swore you were about to explode. Nikolai was grinning and laughing maniacally, while you could barely register your own emotions. You slowly turned your head to peer into the cell, but Nikolai put his hand out to block your sight. It was probably for the better, anyways. The stillness already confirmed your husband was dead.
Instead, Nikolai put his hands around your face and crashed his lips onto yours possessively. You closed your eyes as he muttered sweet nothings in between kisses and wrapped your arms around his torso, collapsing as your body slowly gave out and the gun dropped to the floor.
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Nikolai kissed your forehead gently again as he wrapped a warm towel around your shivering body. After leaving the murder scene, you'd taken a shower together. You guessed it was like 'washing away your crimes' and getting clean again. It was strange, despite how lovesick he was over you, he didn't touch you sexually at all while washing your body. You thanked him and mustered up a small smile as you turned away from towards the mirror.
"Are you still shaken up, myla?" From your--no, our--first kill?" You stared into your reflection and looked down, basically giving him your answer. "It's okay, it's human to feel guilt and remorse after a death...even a horrible monster like me still feels that way, too!" He beamed at you, giggling contagiously.
You pouted back at him, feeling a slight burden lifted off of you, "Don't call yourself that--you're my lover now..." You mumbled, blushing slightly. You could love each other openly now.
He smirked and hugged your waist, the fabric of his clean white button-up--unbuttoned and exposing his toned six pack--and black slacks pressing against your skin. He'd gotten ready while you were spacing out in front of the fogged-up mirror, but you couldn't help stopping to admire how handsome he was.
"Ahhhh, I almost forgot...I never told you why I fell in love with you in the first place, did I, dove? You looked up at him curiously and he kissed the tip of your nose, "It's because you reminded me of my past self. Unknowingly in a cage, slightly different from the rest--I still remember the pretty little smile you flashed me the day we met and how sweetly you treated me...kinda unprofessional by the way...flirting with a crazy man..." Nikolai slowly trailed his kisses over your jaw and down your neck, making you start to feel warm inside, "I wanted to free you from the control of the outside world...I could tell you already had the willingness to change and just needed a small push." You yelped as Nikolai bit down softly to mark your collarbone and dropped the towel from your body.
You instinctively tried to cover up your body, but Nikolai stopped your arms, placing them on the rim of the sink instead. His hands left your waist to fondle your tit, drawing circles around the hardened bud while his other hand crept down your stomach to slip over your slit. A familiar rose dusted your cheeks as he kissed your neck softly and a moan slipped out from you, "A-ahhh, K-Kolya..." He nudged your jaw up towards the mirror.
The fog had evaporated away, so you could now see your reflection. To see yourself in such a lewd, shameless state, completely naked while Nikolai was basically fully dressed was...you couldn't describe it. He tenderly kissed your skin again before grinning at the mirror and taking his hand off your chest to lift up your face.
"Look how cute you are, dove. You really love my touch, huh~?" He pulled his slick-covered fingers out from your thighs and licked them clean. Watching him do it through the mirror was an enticing sight: it made you want more. Nikolai wasn't oblivious to your slight panting and trembling either. "Watch clearly as I make love to you, pryntsesa." His fingers dipped back into your cunt, parting your folds as his middle finger slipped inside of you while his thumb played with your clit. His other hand resumed massaging your breasts as he licked down his trail of kisses. You couldn't help but mewl at his actions, getting wetter watching the sight in front of you.
It was strange, he was typically rough and forward, but he was unusually soft with you this time. You didn't have time to think about why as he inserted another finger and went at a slightly faster pace, making you start to rock your hips against his hand. You moaned as the sensation coursed through your lower half, fingers gripping the rim of the sink and ass arching into his back, making you blush when you brushed against his clothed bulge.
"Mmmm~Kolya...your fingers...they're--ahh--s'good--"
"Y-yeah? You like 'em, pretty girl?" He heaved into your ear. He wanted to be gentle with you today, but the sight of you in the mirror and the way you were moaning his name so angelically was making him more hot and bothered than he wanted to admit. "C-cum whenever you want, 'kay?" Nikolai pumped his fingers more intensely into you, needy to make you finish as you struggled against his hold, the pressure making you lose balance and lean forward. He sturdied you against his chest again and captured your lips to pull you into a deep kiss, your tongues wrapping around each other.
The coil in your stomach got tighter as his long fingers pressed against your sweet spot, and his pointer and thumb coming together to pinch your sensitive clit finally sent you over the edge. You cried out his name as you came all over his fingers, staining the front of his pants and shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. Nikolai gently kissed away your tears as you came down from your high, hugging your waist and caressing your sides.
You gasped as you heard him unzipping his damp slacks, and you looked in the mirror, your eyes traveling straight down to his hardened member. Nikolai started stroking his length slowly, pale pink tip sticky with pre-cum, as he lowly groaned your name. "S-sorry dove, I--fuck--wanted to play with you more, but I--ah--can't wait any longer..." Heat went straight to your core upon hearing that.
"I-it's fine, p-put it in..." You looked back at him sweetly before parting your folds with your pretty nails, and he grunted after seeing some of your arousal drip down your thighs.
"F-fuck, myla, you're so beautiful~" You hissed at the feeling of Nikolai teasing past your slit before entering you slowly. Even though he'd prepped you more than last time, you still whimpered lightly from the stretch, secretly making him smirk pridefully. He silenced your moans with another gentle kiss as he started thrusting inside of you, lewd sounds bouncing off the walls. Both of his hands went back to your tits to play with them again as he broke away from the kiss, groaning into your neck as he pushed deeper into your pussy. It wasn't enough for him, though.
He lifted your leg up slightly and bent it slightly at an angle before drilling his cock harder into your cunt, your hands pressing close to the mirror as your back arched, so he could go deeper inside you. Nikolai groaned and bit his lip as your walls clenched around his length. He soothed your pleasured cries by kissing down your back, pressing his abs against your hot skin. The foggy reflection of your tits bouncing up and down with his movements and the fucked-out expression on your face made him moan lowly, praising you for taking him so well.
You whined at the tight feeling in your core as your pussy sucked in his cock. The feeling was so good you were moving your hips back and forth to meet his thrusts, ass recoiling perfectly in response. Nikolai was still hyper-focused on leaving hickeys on your skin and squeezing your tender nipples, and his hot breath tickling your neck was driving you crazy. He groaned as you squeezed his length again, pre-cum starting to leave a creamy ring at the base of his cock.
"A-ahh~ I'm close--keep going, p-please--" You begged, desperate to cum and hoping he wouldn't edge you like last time. He smirked, pleased by how needy you were. He nodded, locking you in another messy kiss as his free hand traveled down to your hips. Nikolai pulled away from you slightly before re-entering you harshly, making you see stars.
You choked on your moans as you whimpered his name, pussy clenching around him even more. He was breathing heavily, and his thrusts were getting slower and messier, signaling that he was close, too. You got up slightly on your elbows and looked back at him affectionately, "I love you, Nikolai."
His eyes widened as he pulled your back against his chiseled stomach and buried his face into the crook of your neck, secretly blushing like crazy. His strong arms came back to wrap around your waist, making you yelp when you felt him all the way inside you. "L-love you, too, dove~" He rasped quietly as he came in your pretty cunt.
The warmth made you moan as you followed with your second orgasm, panting at the euphoric sensation. Only Nikolai could make you feel like this. He pulled out slowly and turned your fragile body around towards him, hugging you intimately and kissing your forehead softly. He tucked your damp hair behind your ear and kissed the spot again, "You did so good, myla." You hugged him back, nuzzling into his chest and blushing when you heard his frantic heartbeat.
"I'm so happy you're mine now..." He whispered quietly, kissing your head again before steadying you against the sink to wet a towel and clean himself off. Nikolai bent down a bit to wipe you down, and you impulsively ruffled his fluffy white hair, making him giggle and plant a small kiss on your inner thigh. You smiled adoringly.
So he has his soft moments, too, huh.
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Your and Nikolai's hands were intertwined as he led you to a grand dining room. Apparently, you were supposed to have dinner and meet two other members of the Decay of Angels. You fidgeted nervously as you approached the grand dining table, which was decorated with gold candelabras and a cream cloth table runner. Despite the warm decorations, the room still had a slight eerie feel.
The two men seated at the end of the dining table looked up at you. Nikolai had given you some fresh clothes, lending you one of his oversized chunky cream sweaters and a silk midi skirt that he'd quickly sewn out of the sheets. From the occasion, you'd learned about his surprising little hobby. On the other hand, he kept on his white button-up--now loosely buttoned--and just changed into a different pair of black and white striped pants.
Nikolai placed his hand on your waist and beamed excitedly, "Sigma, Dos, meet Dove! She's my lover and is going to be staying with us from now on!" He pushed you forward a bit and you nervously bowed.
"N-nice to meet you both. Thanks for accepting me, and I hope we all get along." You cursed yourself mentally for not coming off as confident as you wanted, but you couldn't help but crack slightly under the two men's stares.
Dos, who was sitting at the head of the table merely sneered silently and continued glaring at you as you sat down next to Nikolai. The man sitting across from you offered you a bashful smile instead, "N-nice to meet you, too. I'm Sigma." You smiled back at him, secretly grateful that he was trying to cut the tension.
Nikolai clapped his hands, "Okay, we've gotten introductions out of the way! Let's eat now~" Your eyes drifted to the bowl of pelmeni soup and borodinsky bread in front of you. To be honest, you were starving but concerned since Dos hadn't touched his food at all and was still intently staring you down.
Sigma cleared his throat and spoke up again, "Y-you can eat the food. It isn't poisoned or anything. Ivan made it." Ivan? You didn't know who that was, but you nodded and thanked him quietly, trying a spoonful of the soup. You wished you could just scarf it down, but you decided to eat in a ladylike manner as to leave a good impression.
You weren't quite sure if you'd impressed Dos, though, who had finally introduced himself as Fyodor Dostoyevsky a few minutes later, resting his chin on his linked hands.
"Welcome. We're the Decay of Angels, a terrorist organization that commits murders and causes great fear and suffering--find a way to make yourself useful or you'll be disposed of--" He stared straight into your eyes, "--by me personally." Your heartbeat increased in fear and your hands went slightly clammy upon hearing that.
Nikolai put down his spoon, "Oi! Be a bit more gentle with her, will you?" Fyodor's gaze left you and he turned to Nikolai, "I know this is the first woman you've interacted with face-to-face in years, but you're already threatening her? Seriously? No wonder you're single..."
Fyodor's eyebrow twitched in response as Sigma turned away, obviously trying to stifle a laugh, and he and Nikolai glared daggers at each other. You hid your face in embarrassment as Fyodor scoffed annoyedly and dismissed himself from the table, taking his dinner with him. So much for getting along.
"God, he hates me now...he's probably going to murder me in my sleep..." You looked sadly at Nikolai, but he only grinned snidely.
"Don't worry about it, ptashka, Dos is just like that. Anyways, the mood's lightened up so much now that he's gone, right?" He giggled maniacally--unserious as always. Sigma chimed in as well, trying to cheer you up,
"Y-yeah! To be honest, I haven't spoken to him much, either, and I've been here for a while. He's just the serious, loner type." You weren't convinced fully, which he noticed. "I-I'm the general manager of the sky casino." You looked up and nodded, hearing about it before--a luxurious place for people to gamble away their fortunes and essentially be ungoverned and off-the-grid. "If you're not doing anything tomorrow, why don't you come and visit? I'll give you some money, on the house!" You perked up at that, taking up Sigma on his offer, much to his relief.
"I'll be going, too, just so you know." Nikolai butted in, making Sigma sigh and tell Nikolai he wasn't invited didn't have to come with. The two bickered back and forth, Nikolai being insistent on going to the casino with you two.
You giggled at that, they were just like real friends. Perhaps your stay here wouldn't be too bad--at least now one more person liked you. Sigma and Nikolai stopped arguing after hearing you laugh and looked at each other before smiling softly at you. You yelped as Nikolai jumped at you suddenly to attack your face with kisses, making Sigma cringe.
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You'd finished dinner with Nikolai and Sigma, successfully being cheered up from the previous tension. It wasn't too long-lived though, as Nikolai had asked you to get Fyodor's dirty dishes. You tried to object, but he'd simply just waved his hand at you while he resumed washing the dishes with Sigma.
Knocking on the door to Dos's room, you hesitantly cleared your throat and spoke, "Can I come in? I just need to get your dishes." You heard him shuffle around and click his tongue,
"The door's unlocked. Come in." You gulped before turning the knob and entering. The stone room was cold and barren, with the only 'decoration' being a table holding several different monitors and keyboards. The room was only lit by the screens, which were circling with code and all sorts of data. Fyodor didn't even try to acknowledge your presence or turn around, so you just tried to step around the various cords on the floor and grab his bowl in front of him.
He was reading a book in his chair and still didn't speak a word, but you could feel his glares cutting into the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You grabbed the bowl and turned back around--again trying to avoid stepping on any cords--and your eyes curiously tried to see what book he was reading.
He rotated his chair briefly, "You know, being a housewife isn't--"
"Crime and Punishment?! Oh, I remember reading that book in the asylum's library. It's a great commentary on the transformative power of guilt and the possibility of redemption, isn't it?" You chirped, instantly regretting your impulsive input on the book. Why did you have to be such a bookworm?
Fyodor's eyes widened slightly as he closed his mouth, truly caught off-guard, "Yes, it is." He went back to his book as you shyly smiled and made your way through the cords, back finally turned away from him. He paused, "You can borrow it if you like. I can give it to you tomorrow after breakfast."
You stopped in your tracks, turning your head slightly. You were only met with the sight of his chair, though. "R-really? T-that would be nice, actually...Thank you." You trailed slowly towards the door before leaving. "G-goodnight!" Flustered, you closed the door quickly, missing him saying it back and the pale rose that was dusting his cheeks.
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Life with the Decay of Angels had been going surprisingly well. It had been two months since Nikolai had taken you to the base, and you'd adjusted in that time span.
You got close with Sigma, who admitted he was a bit intimidated and scared of you at first because you were Nikolai's lover, but he was relieved you weren't exactly like him. Fyodor had become more open and accepting of you, and you both mostly connected over the literature he would share with you. Nikolai tried to keep you away from him as much as possible, though he would never tell you why...
You had become a decoy of sorts and helped Nikolai on the ground with disguises and espionage. Currently, you were both infiltrating Mersault. You had learned that the true reason for Nikolai coming to the asylum was to get a hold of the space-creating ability that both Mersault and the asylum were built with. Fyodor was hoping to harness it to build a secret, impenetrable base for the Decay of Angels.
Criminal profiling and socialization skills from your previous attendant position had come in handy when going undercover, along with your "feminine charm" that none of the other members possessed. Of course, Nikolai was all too excited to have you working with him, never missing the chance for quickies or subtle flirting and teasing. You couldn't exactly say that you hated it, though...
Whenever you walked around in public, you would occasionally see a "missing" poster with your face and information on it. You would always discreetly rip up and toss them, though, having no desire to be found or go back to your old life.
After all, you'd finally crossed the threshold from the ordinary world to a new life with your true lover. You'd been freed, and you were never going back.
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prettyingreen4chris · 3 months ago
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What Changed ?
Pairing: ex-bsf!matt x reader
Word Count: 2k (that's nothing lmfao 😭)
Warnings: cussing, kissing, makeout, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving) multiple sex scenes
SUMMARY !!
you & matt were the best friends of the bunch, yeah you were friends with Nick & Chris but Matt and you were inseparable. Until that one night, 2 years ago, when y'all were 17. When you were at the lowest point in your life, losing half of your family due to a plane crash, he had completely ignored you and disappeared from your life. You had brushed it off thinking he was going through something of his own until you heard him talking trash about you to none other than your best friend, Myla. Who was agreeing with everything he said, so you confronted him. He screamed at you, made you cry, even slapped you across the face and for no reason at all, started hating you. So you did the only thing you could think of, hate him back. Now you're 20 and y'all are going on a road trip, because you're still very good friends with Chris & Nick.
FIRST POV
I didn't expect him to be the one in the backseat.
I thought it would be Nick or Chris- especially because Nick was the only one who couldn't drive. but no, it had to be matt. of course.
It was a 16 hour road trip to get to your destination. 16 HOURS, I would have to be stuck in the car. Right. Beside. Matt.
When Nick had pulled up and slid open the van door, there he was — Matt, hood up, earbuds in, head tilted toward the window like he hadn’t just shattered my entire world 2 years ago and walked away like I meant nothing.
I glance at the seat next to Matt. Empty. Of course.
He hadn't looked at me. Not even a flicker of acknowledgment.
So I climbed into the van and sat next to him.
And just like that, the road trip from hell began, leading up to now.
Matt's phone had died about 2 or 3 hours in, leaving him with nothing to do until we found a store he could by a portable charger at. I had been avoiding him the whole time. Then he accidentally cut himself while playing with a knife.
Idiot.
who does that ? but I needed to make sure he was okay. it was a pretty deep cut.
"You okay, bug?" It slips out before I could stop it, the nickname I used to call him, it brought back so many memories. And when he flinched and looked straight into my eyes, I immediately wished I hadn't said it, but instead of answering, he just looks away.
"Matt." No reply. I said it a couple more times but eventually just gave up.
2 hours later we finally arrived at a store. Thank god, I had been holding in my pee for almost 45 minutes.
"So do you all want to-" Nick spoke up, I cut him off before he could say anything else.
"Yes goddamn it, I have to pee so fucking bad." Nick and Chris start laughing immediately for no reason whatsoever and I almost lunge at them. "I have to fucking pee you two idiots so are you coming or no?"
"Yeah we are, are you coming Matt?"
"Nah, imma stay here. Buy me a portable charger would you?"
"Hell no, do that yourself."
"I'll pay you back- with interest." Chris sighs and finally agrees so we head inside the store, me towards the bathrooms while Nick and Chris head towards the chargers.
The fluorescent lights made me look tired. Or maybe that was just the past two years weighing on my face.
I splashed cold water on my cheeks and stared at myself.
"Get a grip," I muttered.
He doesn’t care. I don’t care. I'm just here for Nick and Chris. I'm fine. I have to be
Still, my hands were shaking.
When I slid back into the van, the air felt heavier. Chris & Nick weren't back yet.
Matt had his hoodie down now. His hair was a mess. His eyes — unreadable.
"You still call me that?"
I looked over. "Call you what?"
"Bug."
I shrugged. "Old habits."
"…I didn't hate you, you know."
I blinked.
"But you slapped me and you talked about me in the worst ways. You ignored me in my lowest point in life," I said, too fast.
He looked down at his hands. The cut was wrapped in a paper towel now, held tight by a rubber band. "I know." Wow. That was all he could say.
Typical Matt
It got quiet again. I looked over at him, but he was already looking at me, and for a moment, just a moment it looked like he still cared. And who knows, maybe he did.
The van door suddenly slid open with a screech and Nick practically dove in, holding up a charger like it was Excalibur. "Victory!"
Chris followed right behind, laughing. “You owe me, dude.”
Matt blinked and looked away, the moment gone. I turned toward the window, heart racing for absolutely no reason. None at all.
"It's already almost 9 PM so I'm gonna pull up to this hotel" As Nick spoke, he drove in. The hotel looked fancy, definitely 4 or 5 stars. We walked in and a lady was at the counter. She appeared to be in her late 30's but she looked tired. We walked up to her, Nick asking how many rooms they have.
"We have two, both only have one bed." I looked at Nick to speak but before I could, Chris did.
"Me and him will have a room together" He pointed at Nick and I immediately glared at him as the lady handed them a key.
"Are you fucking serious."
"Yes. You'll be fine, Matt can sleep on the floor"
"Dumbass" I muttered as the lady handed me another key. Our rooms were right next to each others on the top floor. I went inside, Matt following behind me and locking the door. The bed was big, queen sized for sure, and the room was really big. There was also a bathroom, it had a shower and a bath.
"You're not actually gonna make me sleep on the floor," He paused for a moment "...Are you?"
"Matthew," I look him directly in his eyes "Shut up." He mutters something under his breath and sits down on the bed, as I turn towards the bathroom.
"I really am sorry... you know, for everything. It wasn't what you think" I turn, my face heating up. I'm mad. Really fucking mad.
"Yeah? So what was it? You didn't have a reason to do any of the things you did."
"I did have a fucking reason, Y/N. You were breaking, and I felt... useless. And I hated myself for it. So I started hating you instead. Because it was easier than admitting I abandoned you, and Myla. She kept saying you didn’t even want me around. That you blamed me for what happened. I believed her."
"Why didn't you talk to me Matt," He moves closer to me, grabbing my hand as tears drop from my eyes. "You were my best friend and you just left. Like I was something you could just throw away and forget about."
"I didn't forget about you... I think about that moment, and you. Every single second of the day."
He’s still holding my hand. His thumb brushing my knuckles. My tears are still falling, but neither of us moves.
“Then why didn’t you come back?”
My voice cracks. It’s not soft anymore. It’s shattered. Because I meant that. All of it.
His eyes flick to my lips. Just for a second. But it’s enough to make my breath hitch.
“Because I didn’t think I deserved to.” His voice is low. Barely a whisper. “And I still don’t.”
I pull my hand back, stepping away from him like the touch burned. I don’t know if I want to scream or sob. But the ache in my chest is loud.
“And you think this fixes it? That you can just come back now like nothing happened?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “I know it doesn’t fix anything. I just... I needed you to know.”
He’s closer now. Just one step away. His chest rising and falling, lips parted, eyes locked on me like I'm the only thing that’s ever made sense.
“I never stopped loving you.”
"Y-You loved me...?" He nods, looking into my eyes.
The room is silent. Except for my heartbeat slamming in my ears.
“Then why did you treat me like I was nothing?”
He flinches like I slapped him.
“Because loving you scared the shit out of me. And hurting you… was the worst mistake of my life.”
I look at him. Really look. And for the first time in two years, I see him. The real him. The boy who used to hold my pinky when I crossed the street. The one who used to sleep on your floor when you had nightmares. The one who ruined everything — and still, somehow, looks at me like you’re everything.
“Don’t say that,” I whisper. “Don’t say you love me unless you mean it.”
He doesn’t hesitate.
“I mean it.”
I stare at him. He stares back. And then—
We crash into each other.
It’s not soft. It’s not gentle. It’s years of pain, of silence, of wanting and hating and missing and not knowing how to let go.
His hands are in my hair. Mine are fisted in his hoodie. The kiss is messy. Desperate. Teeth clashing, breaths ragged. He holds me like I’ll disappear again. I kiss him, still mad — but still his.
And in that moment, the rest of the world disappears. It’s just me. Him. And every unsaid thing in between.
He deepens the kiss, pushing me against the wall. His hands are on my thighs
"Jump" I shudder, his voice is deep.
"What?"
"Jump" So I do, I jump and I wrap my legs around his waist. He continues kissing me, leaving trails of kisses down my neck and eventually slipping off my jacket and taking off my shirt. I moan, lightly but it's there. He leaves hickeys on my neck and breasts, light but visible. I tilt my head back
"Matt" He slips his fingers up my skirt, discarding it along with my pantyhose and underwear. "Fuck, mmph, Matt" He slides his fingers along the folds of my cunt.
"Your pussy is already so wet for me baby" He whispers into my ear before shoving two fingers inside. I moan loudly and try to cover my mouth but he slaps my hand away. "I want to hear you"
"But what if-"
"No, I want to hear you" I don't answer but Matt takes it as an okay and he quickens the pace of his fingers.
"M-Matt i'm gonna mmm- i-i'm gonna cum"
"That's it, come for me baby. I want to feel you around my fingers" With that, I release all over Matt's fingers. He looks me directly in my eyes and shoves his fingers into his mouth, then he lies me down on the bed, guiding kisses down from my stomach and to my inner thighs, spreading them.
He settles between my legs, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. I tremble with anticipation, hands fisting in the sheets as he leans in closer, tongue flicking out to taste me.
"Fuck, you taste so good," Matt groans, nuzzling into my folds. "I could eat this pretty pussy all day."
His words make me throb, hips rocking up seeking more of his touch. He chuckles low in his throat before diving in, licking a broad stroke up my slit. I cry out, back arching off the bed as pleasure rockets through me.
Matt sets a relentless pace, tongue delving deep to lap at my juices. He swirls it around my clit, then sucks the sensitive bud between his lips. My thighs quake around his head, fingers threading through his hair.
"Oh god, Matt! Don't stop, please don't stop!" I'm babbling, lost to the intense sensations. He doubles his efforts, fingers joining his tongue to plunge into my aching core. My walls clench greedily around them, drawing him deeper.
It only takes a few more strokes of his tongue before i'm hurtling over the edge. I convulse, screaming Matt's name as ecstasy crashes over me in waves. He doesn't let up, lapping up every drop until I collapse boneless onto the bed.
But Matt is far from done with me. He crawls up my body, claiming my mouth in a searing kiss. I taste myself on his lips and it only makes me crave more. My hands find the waistband of his sweats, shoving them down along with his boxers.
His cock springs free, hard and heavy against your thigh. I wrap my hand around it, stroking the silky length. He groans into my mouth, hips rolling into my touch. I guide him to my entrance, rubbing the tip through my slick folds.
"You want this, baby?" Matt purrs, voice rough with need. "Want me to fill up this greedy little cunt?"
"Yes, fuck yes," I pant, holding his gaze. "Please Matt, I need you inside me."
He doesn't hesitate, driving forward to sheath himself fully in one deep thrust. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, walls stretching around his thick girth. But it feels so good, so right to have him buried deep inside me.
Matt sets a punishing pace, pounding into me with abandon. The bed creaks under the force of his thrusts. My breasts bounce with each snap of his hips, hardened nipples scraping against his chest.
"You're mine," he growls possessively. "This perfect pussy belongs to me."
"Yes, all yours," I agree breathlessly, nails scoring down his back. "Fuck me harder, Matt!"
He obliges, pounding into me with brutal force. The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust. Lewd squelching noises fill the room, my arousal dripping down my thighs.
"So fucking tight," Matt grits out. "Gonna fill this cunt with my cum. Breed this pussy until it takes."
His filthy words send me careening towards another peak. I tighten around him like a vice, milking his cock for all its worth.
"Fuck yes, cum on my dick!" Matt roars, slamming into me one last time. Hot seed erupts inside me, painting my walls white. Then he comes up beside me, pulling me close and we both lie there, naked, and fall asleep.
authors note ❤️: part 2 out soon !! might make a tag list, lmk if you want to be on itt!
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sweetchildcloud · 1 year ago
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||BEAN|| written by me
Plot: Maki and you had a baby and your wife is getting used to it
Tags-Lesbian love,woman x woman,Maki x fem!reader,lots of cuddles,fluff,motherly love,heartwarming,cute overload,it is intended that Myla grows a bit in the story.
please reblog 🔁 and like❤️
i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes
P.s: my brain is in riot cause of Maki x fem raeder ughhh + you don't know how much it taked to describe th f*cking lion plushie + the intended stuff are the description
@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia @ponderingmoonlight @satorkive
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-Maki never considered herself a maternal person. She had never spent time around kids or even thought much about them before. When she and her wife decided to get pregnant, she was nervous and scared. But seeing her wife's glowing face as she held their baby for the first time, everything changed. Suddenly, she knew she could love with a fierceness she hadn't known existed. She spent every waking moment devoted to being the best mother she could be, from changing diapers to singing lullabies and reading bedtime stories.-
You were currently sitting on the couch as you held Myla in your arms as she cooed sadly missing Maki presence as you were also recovering from the heavy laboured you endured days ago.
Maki's heart ached at the sound of Myla's cries. She desperately wanted to comfort her baby but she was currently occupied with making dinner and taking care of you,her wife. Guilt gnawed at her, feeling like she wasn't doing enough as a mother and spouse.
"I'm almost done cooking, sweetheart" Maki says to you . "How about we put on some music for the little one while we wait, hmm?" She reaches out and tousles her crying baby's hair gently, hoping to soothe her while she's preoccupied.
Maki noticed how exhausted and drained her wife looked. She went over to you and gently cupped your face in her hands, looking at you with concern. "Darling, are you sure you're alright? You look so tired," she says softly, her voice filled with worry. "You've been working so hard and you're still recovering - let me take care of you while you rest, okay?"
With utmost care, Maki helped you get situated in the bedroom and made sure you was comfortable. "You take it easy tonight" she whispers, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I'll take care of everything, okay? The baby, dinner, everything."
-While Myla had inherited Maki's brown eyes, her soft, fuzzy hair was a beautiful shade of (your hair color). From her button nose to her chubby cheeks, she was a beautiful baby that Maki and you adored wholeheartedly.-
As Maki held her baby, looking at her and feeling her small form against her own, she couldn't help but feel a swelling in her heart. This little life that she and her wife created together was the most precious thing in the world to her. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the love of her family.
Myla cooed softly, her little fingers grasping Maki's hair. Maki couldn't help but smile at the sight. She nuzzled her nose against her daughter's cheek, whispering quietly "I love you, little one. We created something amazing, you know that?"
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Maki carried Myla into the kitchen, where her wife was sitting at the table, resting quietly. "Hey, look who I found" she said cheerfully, placing the baby in her wife's arms. "She was missing her mommy." Myla squealed happily at the sight of her mother, reaching out her tiny arms towards her. Maki sat down beside her, smiling at the sight of her little family.
as you were holding Myla she grabbed a fork shooked it,playing with it before dropping it on the ground looking at it "Myla..no bad thats' no good okay?" you said in your baby tone as you picked the fork but Myla dropped the knife instead giggling and you huffed
As Myla continued to play with the utensils, Maki couldn't help but chuckle. "Looks like someone's got a taste for causing trouble" she said with a smile, watching as Myla dropped the knife onto the floor. But even though her antics were causing a mess, Maki couldn't help but find her adorable. "Looks like we've got a little rascal on our hands, eh?"
You looked at Maki with a scowl and when you were about to open your mouth to speak Myla took the glass and played with it and you immediately tried to stop her "Myla no no! give it to me baby"
As Myla reached for the glass, Maki quickly intervened. "No, no, sweetie" she said gently, taking the glass from her tiny hands. "We don't play with glass, okay? It could break and hurt us" She gently redirected Myla towards her toys, handing her a safer and more suitable item to play with instead.
Myla took the squeaky toy and threw it on the floor as it emitted tiny squeaks as it bounced on the pavement "oh she's angry" you said giggling
Maki couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at Myla's antics. "Looks like someone's getting a bit feisty,eh?" she said with a smile. "But we need to teach her that throwing things isn't acceptable behavior. Let's try something else, shall we?" Maki offered Myla a soft plush toy instead, encouraging her to play with it more gently
-The plush was a Lion,called Maxy, formed by a round and soft red body,the limbs were soft ropes that ended with brown legs also soft filled with cotton with circles behind them reminiscent of the pads and the head was larger than the body,the mane was formed by long and short stripes that decorated it from behind while in front there was the lion's face formed by two black and small circles where below there was a soft and prominent muzzle with soft black truffle and with two other two circles at the end on the sides of the face which were the cheeks. Around his neck was a red bandana with the sheriff's coat of arms also decorated with a drawing of a miniature lion on a horse with dark brown lines finally it had a long tail formed by a long stripe that ended with a pompom for the tail-
But Myla cooed angry trowing it on the floor too "Oh no! you hurted your lion Myla" you cited poking her
Maki couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and mild exasperation at Myla's tantrum. She picked up the toy lion and held it up to her face, speaking in a playful tone. "Ah, what have you done, Myla? You've hurt your poor little Maxy. He's sad because you threw him on the ground." Maki shook the toy lion gently, as if it was protesting.
Myla's eyes widened at the sight of the toy lion being "upset". She reached out for it, her tiny fingers grasping at its soft fur. Maki playfully pulled it back, pretending to scold her. "No, no, no. Remember, we treat our toys with care. Apologize to your lion, baby."
Myla let out a tiny whimper as if she understood what was asked of her. She patted the toy lion gently, cooing softly as if apologies. She looked up at Maki, her eyes wide and innocent, as if asking for approval.
"i think Maxy forgived your action,right Maki?" you said looking at your wife as Myla whimpered trying to reach for her toy
Maki chuckled at the sight of Myla's pleading eyes, her little arms reaching for the toy. "I think you're right" she said with a smile, handing the toy back to Myla. "Looks like Maxy is feeling better now that you apologized. Just remember, we treat our toys gently, just like we treat each other gently, okay?"
"And speaking of Maxy…" Maki held up the lion toy once more, pretending to speak on his behalf. "He's feeling a bit sleepy. Should we put him down for a nap?" She made the toy yawn loudly, making Myla giggle in response. "I think that's a yes" Maki said with a wink, placing the toy in a nearby crib. Maki watched as Myla unsteadily made her way over to Maxy, her tiny feet stumbling and wobbling. She babbled happily as she reached for the toy Lion, her chubby hands grasping at the air. Maki couldn't help but smile at the adorable scene, her heart swelling with affection for her family. "Looks like Myla really loves Maxy" she said softly, gently guiding her baby to sit down next to the toy.
Myla grabbed Maxi before looking at her mum "oh i think she wants you to play with her"
Maki understood immediately what Myla wanted and her heart melted. She knelt down next to her daughter and the toy lion, happily joining in the game. "Alright, Myla, let's see what adventures Maxy has in store for us today" Maki said with a smile, embracing her daughter and the toy. The three of them played together, giggling and laughing as they pretended to go on imaginary journeys.
"Maxy is feeling hungry right now" Maki said in a playful voice, acting as if the toy was speaking. "Should, we feed him?" She looked at Myla, prompting her to respond. Myla's eyes lit up at the suggestion, and she eagerly nodded her head, excited to continue the imaginative playtime. Maki then grabbed a small plush toy that represented some food and pretended to feed Maxy, making exaggerated feeding sounds. Myla followed suit, mimicking her mummy actions and giggling happily.
As they fed Maxy, they continued to create a world of make-believe around them. Maki described a vast jungle where Maxy the Lion lived, and they even incorporated other toys into the game, each one playing a unique role. They danced, sang, and made up stories while Maxy looked on, his plush form serving as the center of their imaginative world.
As the game continued, their laughter echoed throughout the room, filling the air with joy and affection. It was moments like these that made parenthood truly special, where even the simplest activities could become magical experiences shared between parent and child. Maki and her family played with Maxy for hours, lost in their world of make-believe, until finally, it was time for Myla to rest.
"You tired Myla?" you asked kneeling in beetween your wife and her
Myla yawned, her tiny eyelids drooping with exhaustion, signaling that she was indeed ready for a nap. Maki scooped her up gently, cradling her close as she began to hum a gentle lullaby. Together, the two of you sang softly,your voices blending together in a soothing melody that lulled Myla into a peaceful slumber. Maki laid her down in her crib, tucked her in, and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
"here sweetie" You said placing Maxy near her side "goodnight sweetie"
Myla clutched Maxy tightly as she drifted off to sleep, her little chest rising and falling with each breath. Maki watched as her daughter slept peacefully, her heart overflowing with love and contentment. She reached out and took your hand, squeezing it gently.
"We did good today" Maki said softly, turning to look at you "Our little girl is growing up so fast, and I can't help but feel so proud and grateful for the life we've built together."
The room was quiet and still, filled only with the steady sound of Myla's breathing and the gentle beats of your hearts. In that moment, you found yourselves deeply content, feeling grateful for each other and the beautiful family you had created. Together, you savored the silence, knowing that it wouldn't last long come morning.
"sleepy" You cooed cutely snuggling your face into Maki neck
Maki chuckled softly at your adorable behavior. She reached up and gently combed her fingers through your hair, reveling in the intimacy of the moment. "You're such a snuggle bug" she said affectionately "But I suppose it's time we get some sleep ourselves."
"Uppies" you cooed pouting opening your arms as asking to get carried
Maki couldn't help but melt at your endearing request. She scooped you up in her strong embrace without hesitation, cradling you close against her chest. "I've got you, my love" she whispered, peppering your face with tiny kisses as she carried you to the bed.
As you reached the bed, Maki gently placed you down on the soft mattress, tucking you both in together. She wrapped her arms around you and held you close, your bodies intertwined, finding comfort and warmth in each other's presence. The rhythmic rise and fall of yourr breaths synced as you laid there, drifting off to a peaceful slumber, content and fulfilled in each other's arms
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danikamariewrites · 2 years ago
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can i request a fic with batboys x reader, they’re on a mission in the illyrian steppes and she overhears a few females at the illyrian camps gossip about her having three mates, they call her horrivle names and reader gets really insecure. her mates find out and confront the females, plot twist apparently it’s on of cassians exlovers who is jealous👀👀👀
Jealousy Is A Bad Look
Poly!batboys x reader
A/n: I love jealous bat boys so this is feeding my obsession with them
Warnings: bullying and name calling
As you walked back through the market you took in the Illyrians mingling and working. You wanted to keep yourself busy while your mates are in their meeting. Spotting a stand with wildflowers you stop to inspect them. You smile as you see your favorites and ask the female to make a bouquet for you.
While you wait you look around at the other vendors. You might sound crazy if you ever voiced this to your mates, but you loved being in the mountains at the start of winter. The snow fell in flurries that wrapped around you. The air is cold and crisp, fresher than in Velaris.
A horrifying cackle sounds from behind you from the midst of a group of females spreading camp gossip. The one that cackled noticed you and gasped. You were quite noticable up here since you didn't have wings.
"That's her." She whispered very, very loudly. "Our new High Lady apparently. Perfect y/n over there is mated to the High Lord and the other two bastard brutes." Her tone was condescending and taunting which you had no patience for.
You scowled at the group. One of the females' cheeks turned crimson from your attention as she looked back at her friends murmuring some insult probably.
The main one, you think her name is Myla, kept throwing insult after insult at you. Spreading rumors to her friends and hoping the whole camp will hear. "I think she's just a gold-digging whore. Not Cassian's type. But I can't say anything for the other two."
The florist hands you the bouquet, you snatch it and stuff it into your basket. You quickly head for the path back to the cabin, practically stomping your feet.
You were fuming. How dare she say those things about you! And your mates! And how would she know what Cassian likes? Myla definitely isn't something Cassian would like.
Before you knew it you were back at the cabin. You flung the door open and dropped the basket by the front door, marching yourself over to an armchair. Plopping down you sink back into the oversized piece of furniture crossing your arms. You face the fireplace huffing.
Going over Myla's words again and again you start to swing your feet. You take deep breathes reminding yourself that she isn't the first person to judge you and your relationship, and she won't be the last.
You hear three sets of wings flapping wildly, three sets of feet landing hard on the frozen ground just outside the front door. Rhys flung the door open, Cassian and Azriel trying to push in behind him. "Darling we felt you down the bond. What's wrong? Are you alright?" You didn’t realize that you had been projecting your feelings.
Rhys and Cassian kneel in front of you while Azriel stands next to you, gently rubbing at your shoulders. Worry clear in their faces. You take in each of them letting out a deep sigh. “Did someone hurt you?” Azriel practically growled out.
You shake your head no. “No, no. Just some females talking about me and our relationship.” They all seem to tense at that. Rhys takes your hands in his large ones. “What did they say?”
“That it this isn’t real. And they don’t understand how you picked me, that I’m a gold-digging whore and all that.” You could feel the anger rolling off them, Cassian especially. “Sweetheart, who said this?” Taking another deep breath you close your eyes and exhale.
You didn’t want this to cause any problems. But if you don’t tell them it will eat at you and them. “Myla.” Cassian shoots up so fast Azriel has to grip his shoulder to keep him in place. Rhys stands trying to calm him. “Don’t do anything rash Cass. If you do something it won’t end well.”
Your eyes dart between the three of them. Your mind is racing about what the silent conversation between them is. Cassian was clearly fuming and wasn’t calming down until you say something. “Cass,” you whisper, “look at me.” You stand pulling him into the chair, placing yourself on his lap. Wrapping your arms around his wide shoulders you place your face in his neck.
Cassian relaxed under your touch and he pulls you in tighter. “It’s ok Cass. It’s not a big deal.” He sighs through his nose. Cassian looks at Rhys and Az, fury swirling in his hazel eyes.
The next afternoon you accompanied them to a meeting including the other leaders and higher-ups of the camp. You spotted Lord Devlon speaking with another male in similar Illyrian leathers. You stop thinking about the male and take your seat between Rhys and Cassian. Reaching under the table you give Cassian’s hand a loving squeeze with a small smile which he returns.
Facing the room your eyes go wide as you watch Myla stride over to Devlon and the other male. You hear the male introduce her as his daughter. You look at Cassian, his face set in anger. “Anything else you want to tell me about her?” You whisper. “She’s my ex.” He bites out. Your eyes go wide at the confession.
You feel Rhys gently caress your mind, “She means nothing to him. Remember he’s with you, we’re with you. She was always jealous she couldn’t have Cassian and now you do. Hell, you have all three of us.” He breathes out a laugh.
Rhys is right. The Mother matched you with the three of them. You didn’t need to angry with her. Honestly now you just wanted to make her jealous. You give Rhys a quick peck on his cheek, then wave Azriel down from his standing position behind you and kiss him as well. At this point everyone is seated as you turn to Cassian.
You can feel Myla’s eyes on you. You catch her unpleasant face out of the corner of your eye and smirk. Placing your hand on the back of his neck you pull him into you, giving him a deep quick kiss. After you break apart Cass smirks. Myla dramatically groans standing from the table. She rushes out the door and slams it behind her.
Azriel hides his laugh behind a cough. Rhys clears his throat, “Well, now that that’s done with shall get started?”
tags: @rigelus @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane @aroseinvelaris @twsssmlmaa
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amarias-yandere-blog · 2 years ago
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"Run if you can, Darling. I will find you even among the galaxy."
-Yandere!Blade x Reader (Honkai Star Rail)
-‼️Warnings include: murder, forced affection, manhandling, physical violence, unreciprocated contact, other general yandere themes‼️
Special thanks to Myla on my discord server for reading and commenting on any mistakes for me!
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You do not remember when you met him. You don't remember how. But you do remember why: a goddamn coffee shop. Craving something that would be able to keep you awake long enough to finish your rough draft for college, you headed out at one in the morning. A man with a beanie, a face mask, and sunglasses caught your attention as you ordered.
And as they say, curiosity killed the cat.
You were like a beacon in the darkest night- a wonderful drop of color in the grayest walls and dark navy seas. He grew curious about you, a seemingly innocent and tired person who was little more than a drop in the ocean of people he'd met.
But the way you walked up to him with the sweetest smile and that tired, but determined voice- oh, perhaps he had been stricken with a far more powerful disease than mara. Or perhaps he'd mistaken your curiosity for a bit of affection. All he knew was that your eyes held an innocent look in them.
Call him a sadist. Because he wanted to take that innocence for his own.
The second meeting was in the nearby library. You chalked it up to coincidence. He chalked it up to meticulous research, preparation, and an obsession to see your innocent light once again.
Things eventually developed. You fell for him. He was rather quiet, but he looked at you like no one else did in a long time. At least, from what you could see above the dark-rimmed sunglasses he wore.
The first time you actually saw his face was in an alleyway. You had accidentally run into some thugs. He was far more aggressive than you thought he needed to be, but his vermilion eyes and the way his lips were pushed into a thin, unamused line were... well, you could not lie. They were captivating. 
The thugs, bleeding from his curious black sword riddled with golden cracks, ran as he walked towards you- towering over you with one hand still on his blade and the other resting on the wall behind you.
"That was foolish of you, Y/n," he scolded before bending down, stealing your precious lips for his own. His eyes never left your form as you gasped in shock at his boldness. And he only grew bolder- pushing your face up so that he had a better angle to steal your breath. 
Your savior had completely taken you for his own. And you were fine with that, grabbing a hold of his neck for support as he took everything he could. It was like a dark ocean had enveloped your warm light at that moment, though you didn't know it.
That point on, he would disappear from your sight for weeks, if not months. Sometimes he would come to your door covered in blood but without a scratch on his body.
It was during one of those days when he had disappeared without a trace that you figured out who he was. You learned his name. 
Blade. Stellaron Hunter. Dangerous. It was recommended that you run if you saw him. That night in the alleyway became crystal clear to you. He was so skilled with the sword. He could have killed those people. No- you realized with a tear running from your face that he had. They hadn't run away. They had bled out and died while he covered your eyes from the sight using his body.
Slowly taking away your innocence. Your light. Claiming your love for himself. His vermilion eyes were a flag- all too deep and clear and that is why he hid them from you for so long.
In a panic, you decided to take the initiative and move as far away as possible. You quit your job, you moved across the world, you even threw your phone away at the drop of a dime. You were scared. And rightly so. Perhaps you would have escaped from his gaze if you had learned this from the first time you saw his face.
But it was just far too late now.
When you got out of the house, it was quiet in the apartment you shared with three other people. Two girls, one guy, and you. When you came into the living room, you were met with a gorey sight. A man stood tall, his sword hugged tight against his chest as he closed his eyes and waited patiently for a new chapter to start.
Bodies lay scattered across the room, their blood dripping from the ceiling and the walls, soaking the floor, the couch- but not a drop was on him. There was a cruel, cold wind blowing through the room.
"Bad choice, Y/n." The man suddenly spoke, all too aware of your sweet presence in the room. "Now three people have paid your price." He opened his eyes to glare at you, the sword disappearing from his grip. His hands made a wide gesture, as though inviting you to hug him. But instead, you stepped away.
"G-get away from me, Blade." You tried to sound confident. His lips curled into a smile before he put a hand on his head, laughing darkly at your puny display.
"Run." One word. One sentence and your heart dropped. "Run as fast as you can, little one, and try to escape from my heart and mind- you won't. Even if you fly to the end of the stars you will never outrun me. I will always catch you. So run, little one, give me a chase!"
His words set something inside of you off. You sprinted, slamming open doors and running down stairs with no particular purpose in mind- no destination. Just. Run.
As you ran down flights of stairs, you could hear the maniacal laughter from Blade. He sounded as though he was in no rush. You had, after all, gone to a place where he was unknown and unrecognized as a killer. He was playing the long game- letting you tire yourself out as you dashed across streets and down nasty roads, passing through large swaths of crowds and even going through narrow lanes in a rush to lose him.
But you burned out. You felt your knees get weak and your bare feet turned sore and red from the run. You gasped for air, holding your chest and resting against a wall as you took in deep gulps of air that fueled your run.
Your throat burned from the dryness of the air, and your lungs struggled to keep up with the demand you gave them.
"Is that the best you can do?" Blade asked with a laugh as he walked closer towards you. Even your effort to shake him off was in vain. You gulped down saliva and turned to run again- but your feet faltered, betrayed you. You slipped on your own blood, landing on your chest with a small shriek as loud footsteps clapped down the alley.
"Poor thing. So weak, so innocent and tired that they can't even run away." Blade mocked, pulling you up by the wrist.
He pushed you into the wall, forcing your body to move in such a way that you leaned against him, looking at him with fear in your eyes. His hands roamed, across your arms and down to your hips before pulling your head in such a way that he could once again steal your breath.
But this time around you didn't want it. You tried to pull away, kicking at his knees and pulling his arms away from your body. You elbowed him and screamed and scratched his face with your nails as you bit his tongue in self defense.
He released you for only a moment, turning you back around and pushing you up against the wall, one of his hands on your wrists to keep them above your head. The other slapped your face, his eyes narrowed and his lips pressed against each other.
You watched in horror as the scratches healed in seconds, and he stuck out his tongue to prove that your damage had been far less than 'temporary'. He smirked.
"Any more cute attempts at fighting back?" He asked, shoving his face into your personal space, forcing you to look into his eyes. Your arms were growing numb now. You trembled. "I guess not. Looks like the chase is over, Darling. Now..." he leaned into you, whispered in your ear with a smile on his face. His free hand pinned your hips into the wall. "You are all mine."
And then he kissed your ear, his lips dragging across your face until they met your mouth. "Kiss me." He snarled. "Be a good little pet for me."
You never graduated from that college.
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elly-grace · 1 year ago
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The love of my life
Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader
Warning: idiots in love
Word count: 1234
Disclaimer: just pretend that’s how the championship game went idk how it actually went lol.
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LSU 2020
The Tiger stadium had never been so packed before. The atmosphere was the best it’s ever been. You could tell the players were definitely feeding off the vibes of the stadium.
“Burrow steps back looking for an open man down field. And he found his man Chase. He’s at the 40, 30, 20, 10. TOUCHDOWN TIGERS!”
The roar of the crowd is deafening. This was it, all that stood between them and the championship was 2 minutes.
Two minutes of amazing game play, two final minutes of being in a LSU tiger jersey for some. Two minutes of watching your best friends play on the field together for the last time.
Tears stream down your face knowing that your best friend led the team to an undefeated season. There was no doubt in your mind, he’s going to the NFL.
You're pulled out of your thoughts by your other best friend Myla elbowing you. As you come to your senses you feel someone stare at you. On the sidelines not paying any attention to the game was Joe Burrow. He looked at you concerned.
You motioned to him to turn around and pay attention to the game with a stern look on your face. He didn’t listen, he kept looking at you.
“How can two people be so oblivious?” Myla said in a sing-song voice.
You rolled my eyes at her and started walking to the fence of the bleachers where Joe could see you.
“Hey Burrow, pay attention to the game. You can’t ruin your perfect record. What if you need to go back out there?”
“You're crying?”
“I’ll tell you later. Now pay attention to the game.” You said then started walking back to your seat. By the time you made it back there were only 30 seconds on the clock.
The Tigers won the game. You were so happy and proud of your friends. But you were also sad Justin and Joe are going to the NFL draft. Tears start to stream down your face again.
“You seriously need to stop crying.”
You have Myla a dirty look.
“So you're not at all sad that Justin just played his last game with Joe and Marr? You’re going to have one sad boyfriend for a little bit.”
“Keep saying that’s why you're crying, I don't believe you.”
You just ignore her and run down to the tunnels to meet the boys. When you hear a voice call out to you
“Y/n wait up.” You turned around next to the tunnel to see Josh, a boy from your history class.
“Hey Josh, how are you?”
“Good, so I was wondering if maybe you want-“
He was cut off as you felt strong arms wrap around you.
“No she wouldn’t. Bye now.”
“Joseph, what if I wanted to go on a date with him?”
He scoffed, he was shocked by what you just said. You have never been one to accept date offers from men. He’d never admit it but he liked that, because that meant he still had a chance.
“Now tell me why you were crying.”
You couldn’t believe that this man just cockblocked you and is now making demands. You just scoffed, seeing Ja’marr walk out you ignored Joe and ran to Marr.
“CONGRATS MARR!” You gave him a hug. And he picked you up and spun you around.
Joe's heart broke a little at the sight. Justin saw the exchange between You and Ja’marr and walked over to Joe.
“You need to tell her.”
Joe looked up at Justin in shock.
“Tell her what?”
“Man we’re not oblivious, you’ve clearly got feelings for her. Tell her before someone beats you to it.” He said and Joe sighed he knew Justin was right but he didn’t know how to convey his feelings for you.
LSU February 2020
History lecture couldn’t go any slower. The lecture hall was small and stuffy, it was meant to fit 20 students tops. But this lecture was with 42 students. Sure, cram this lecture in the smallest lecture hall.
At least Myla and Ja’marr were in this class. The three of you are paying partial attention to the professor. You loved history and obviously were the one paying the most attention out of the three. Jotting down notes occasionally that undoubtedly Myla and Ja’marr were going to copy.
When the hour and a half was up you gathered your stuff and left. You didn’t hear the voices calling after you. Finally a hand reaching your shoulder startled you.
“Hey Y/n how was lecture?”
You turned around to see Joe, you’ve been avoiding him since he cockblcoked you. You rolled your eyes and started walking away again.
“Y/n I’m sorry. How many times do I need to say it till you forgive me?”
“Please leave me alone Joe.”
“Y/n please you’re my best friend.”
“Maybe I’m tired of being your friend.”
“You. You don’t mean that.”
“I- I can’t be your friend Joe.”
“Y/n stop. Tell me what’s wrong”
“I have to go.”
You walked away as tears started to stream down your face.
“I THINK I LOVE YOU Y/N.”
You froze, too shocked to move. Finally you pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. You’ve wanted to hear those words out of his mouth since last year. When you met it was love at first sight. You finally turn around and see tears on his face as well.
“I-I, have feelings for you Joe.”
“Then please stay even if we’re just friends. If we date and things don’t work out. I can't lose you.”
“Why would you date me?”
“Because as I stated I think I have feelings for you. Hell, I think I love you. Please let me take you on a date. One date is all I ask.”
“One date if things don’t go well l then friends.”
“Deal”
A smile appears on both of your faces.
“I’ve been wanting to tell you that for a while”
You stared at him dumbfounded.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was afraid you didn’t feel the same. But seeing you almost walk out my life I knew I needed to tell you. You deserved to know at least.”
“Joe, how could you have thought I didn’t feel the same? I’ve been falling for you since Marr introduced you to me.”
You both laugh realizing you could have been together since last year.
“Let’s get out of here. Also you owe me an answer still.”
He grabbed your hand as he dragged you out of the building.
“Of course you’d remember.”
“The girl I'm pretty sure I'm in love with was crying, of course I remember.”
“I was crying cause that was the last time I’ll ever see you in a tigers uniform. The last time you and Marr will play together. The last time you and Justin will play together.” You paused. “The last time I might ever get to see you do what you love. At least in person because you're going to the nfl.”
“Y/n I’m not leaving you! I’m going to call you every night from wherever I’m drafted to. You’ll be at some of my games I know, I’ll even save the tickets for you Ja’marr and Myla.”
“Okay I am totally in love with you.”
Joe leans in.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Yes”
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bumblebeezer · 4 months ago
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Show Yourself - I Din Djarin x Reader
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Word Count: ~1600
Warnings: Family conflict, discrimination toward Mandalorians
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You awake with a start, eyes wide and heart racing.  Despite the restless nights you’d been having, you felt more energized than ever. Not even waking up on Life Day morning could compare to the excitement you were feeling. Of course, Life Day comes and goes, but realizing you have a soulmate happens only once or twice in a lifetime.  
You’ve been keeping track of your dreams for weeks now, even going so far as to write them down in the middle of the night. Two images keep occurring and reoccurring night after night: an emotionless helmet and the skull of a...mythical creature. After hiding yourself away in the castle’s extensive library, you had come to realize that these were symbols associated with that of Mandalore. A Mandalorian’s helm and the legendary mythosaur skull had been plaguing your dreams for weeks, and you knew exactly what it meant. Your soulmate was undoubtedly a Mandalorian.
You’re writing about your latest dream when your sisters rush in, each of them giggling with excitement; ever since your oldest sister, Sommer, left to find her soulmate, you had become their new hero. 
“Good morning, sissy,” shouts the youngest, Myla, who totes a childhood blankie. It’s baby blue, made entirely of pure silk, and the edges are embroidered with threads which shine like gold. 
“Did you have any new dreams?” Asks Mara, the oldest and unspoken leader of the bunch of young girls. 
“Well…”
You draw out the syllable, reveling in the way your sisters gaze up at you in excitement.  
“There is one new dream I’ve been having…” you trail off, lifting Myla and sitting her on your lap. “I’m off on an adventure with a helmeted man—at least, I think they’re a man—and we’re protecting the strangest looking baby I have ever seen!” 
Admela, the middle of the bunch, leans forward, her eyes as wide as saucers. “What does he look like?” 
You straighten your back to sit up straight. “Well, he’s green and very, very wrinkly, but I’m sure he’s just a child, because he never-“ but Mara interrupts you.  
“No, no, not the baby!" The girl huffs, as if this should be obvious to you. "The man! What does the man look like?”
Beside her, Admela nods enthusiastically in agreement.  
“Is he very handsome? Are his eyes as blue as the sky? I hope my soulmate has blue eyes,” Mara trails off with a swoon. 
“See, that’s the thing, ladies!”  You sigh wistfully, a hint of doubt lacing your words. “I’m not sure what he looks like, because he never takes his helmet off! I don’t even know the color of his skin because he’s covered head to toe in this...silver, shiny armor. He wears a helm, a chest plate, gauntlets—even leather gloves," you explain, careful to keep your voice neutral. "In my dreams, I never see him without it.”  
From her seat in your lap, Myla blows a raspberry, earning giggles from the rest of you. “So you don’t even know what your soulmate looks like?” Asks Mara incredulously. 
You shake your head, “No, I don’t. But I think there’s something fantastic about that,” you say, quietly—as if you’re revealing a secret. “I know that we’ll love each other regardless of appearances.  Isn’t that just a wonderful thought?” It’s your turn to swoon, inciting an eruption of bashful and excited giggles from the gaggle of girls.  
Once the laughter fade, Admela looks up, her soft features twisted in puzzlement.
“But…if you don’t know what he looks like, how will you know when you meet your soulmate?  What if the man in armor isn’t who you think he is?”  You shrug, the wistful smile never leaving your face.  “I’m not sure, I suppose.  But that’s the beauty of it all, girls! And once I find him, I promise I’ll make my way home to tell you all about it,” you assured, giving each of them a kiss on the forehead.  
“And when, exactly, were you planning on leaving?” your father, King Kasimir, teases you as he enters your bedroom, your mother, Queen Oda, not far behind him.  
The young girls giggle as they rush towards the king, who kneels and opens his arms to them. “You know your sister is still away finding her own soulmate, my darling,” the queen says, running a hand through your hair sympathetically. “As tradition states, until she returns home, you are unable to leave on your own journey.”  She smiles somberly at you, her eyes not unkind.  
You nod, eyes falling back down to the journal in front of you. “I know, Mother. It’s just,” your hands begin flipping through your journal until you stop at an illustration of yours.
“It’s just...it’s time. I'm not a little girl any more. If I'm old enough to assume the throne, I'm old enough to begin my quest. Besides, Sommer was only eighteen when she began her journey. I'm nearing my twenty-second year," you laugh, hoping to bring some levity to the grave look on your mother and father's faces. But to little avail. In fact, they make no indication that they've heard you as they focus their gazes on the sketches in your journal.
Your mother’s eyes widen, and her head turns to meet your father’s gaze. She murmurs his name, beckoning him with the single utterance so he can also gaze down at the well-drawn skull of none other than the great mythosaur. You watch as she clings to his arm, whispering to him. He nods absently and begins turning the pages of your journal until he finds another illustration. This time, a familiar t-visored helmet stares up at you and your parents. 
It becomes increasingly difficult to broach the subject of your soulmate. Any mention of him leads to a subtle (albeit abrupt) change in conversation topic. Any mention of beginning your journey is immediately shut down. Soon enough, you begin overhearing your mother sternly instructing your sisters not to ask you about your soulmate any longer.  
You’re able to stomach this suppression knowing that once your older sister returns from her journey with her soulmate in tow, you will finally be granted permission to begin your own journey. Away from your parents and their thinly veiled disapproval, away from the prying eyes of your younger sisters, and away from your responsibilities as a princess—which your parents have recently been emphasizing.  
The queen piles on the lessons, choosing to focus on matters of diplomacy and politics, rather than languages or artistic sensibilities.
Your father frequently asks you to accompany him on walks through the palace, focusing more and more on the throne room as he reminds you of your importance as the second oldest princess.  
“You are an example to your younger sisters and to the people of this kingdom. It is time to focus less on...this soulmate of yours, and more on your obligation to the people of your kingdom.”  
You frown up at him, eyes narrowing as you find yourself reaching your limit.  
“You never gave Sommer a talk like this.” You cross your arms, chin jutting upwards in defiance, “If I remember correctly, your lecture was quite the opposite. You told her to take as long as she needed to find her soulmate.” 
The king sighs, face softening sympathetically as he makes his way to you, laying a gentle hand on your shoulder.
“Sommer’s circumstances were different. She wasn’t...“ Your father sighs again as he trails off, averting his eyes. “She wasn’t leaving to seek out a Mandalorian.”
It’s the first time anyone has said it out loud, the fact that your soulmate is more than likely a Mandalorian, and the boldness of your father’s admittance knocks the breath out of you and brings tears to your eyes.
“And what’s so wrong with a Mandalorian?” You ask, your voice quivering with anger and hurt. “You’re asking me to—to abandon my soulmate before I even have the chance to meet him! To desert the threads of fate and—no, not even desert the threads of fate, to sever them! Are you so prejudiced?" you spit, indignantly wiping at your eyes. 
You watch in real time as the surprise morphs your father's features, surprise and disappointment lacing his face.
“They’re not merely prejudices, Princess, and I know you're smart enough to realize that. It’s no secret that Mandalorians come from a long line of warriors. Do you think I want to see one of my daughters tortured and mangled by the person fate has tied her to?”
He steps forward to cup your cheek with one of his hands. The gesture, as tender and kind as it is, typically brings you great comfort. But now, it feels like some kind of betrayal. 
“You’re treating him like some sort of monster,” you sniffle, the dam finally breaking and allowing your tears to spill down your cheeks. “And you don’t even know him!”
Your father’s eyes harden and his lips press together in a tight, thin line. “Neither do you. And you won’t. Not if your mother and I have anything to say about it.”   
You rip yourself out of his hold, mouth opening in a horrified gasp. You can see the sympathy—the sheer empathy he feels for you—within his eyes, hidden beneath the hardened gaze he’s giving you. But it is the king who stares you down in this moment—not your father.  
“Your mother and I have chosen someone else. Someone who will be a better match for you than some lawless mercenary.”  
You hide your face in your hands, muffling your sobs as your father continues.  
“Someone good enough for you and for our kingdom. You must think about the needs of the kingdom in times such as these,” he lectures. 
You feel his hand, gentle upon your shoulder, and you give him one last distraught look before you turn and run from him.  
You run, and you don’t look back, and you don’t stop until you reach the room and slam the door.  
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cowboybarzy · 2 years ago
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Hi can you write a fic for part 4 of unexpected. Where Reader brings Myla to her first Islanders game? You can be creative and add more to the request I just couldn’t think of anything else to add to it. 😂
hii!! tysm for the request!! sorry it took so long but then I thought it’d be more fitting to post it at the actual season start!
so I decided to do more one shots of this series than actual longer parts, so feel free to keep sending in requests if you want to see more :)
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"Oh no, baby girl, don't fall asleep. You're gonna miss your daddy's first game," you whispered to you daughter as you rocked her in her carrier, trying to keep her awake, but that only seemed to make her sleepier. She looked so adorable cuddled up against you in a fuzzy beat suit and big noise canceling headphones. And now at five months old, she started to look a lot more than her father. Her eyebrows bent like his, her eyes shined green at times, and her smile was just as crooked as Mat's. You took a quick picture of her and sent it to Mat, hoping he'd still see it before he had to go on the ice.
"How's she doing?," Sydney Martin came up to you, her own to kids attached to her.
"Sleepy." You laughed and stroked her little cheek, before bending down to little Winnie, complementing her cute Islanders outfit. She twirled around for you, loving the affection and you had a vision of baby Myla in a few years cheering for her dad.
It was the first official game of the season for Islanders and for that occasion the girls decided to rent out a suit, especially because of all the kids around. You hung out with the other, mingling with Mat's family as well who flew out here for the home opener.
For warmup's you went down to the ice level where Mat stopped to say 'hi' almost immediately after stepping on the ice. His grin was enormous when he saw you two standing there. He was so proud to have you here and his daughter at her first game. He tried his best making silly faces at her to get her to laugh or even smile, but she didn't seem to recognize him and eventually the sleepiness got to her.
Unfortunately, you couldn't quite enjoy the game like you usually do, not wanting to disturb sleeping Myla, so you did away at the back of the suit following the game on the big TV with a virgin cocktail. You were joined by some of the other girls with smaller children so it wasn't too lonely.
After the game, you made your way to the car, too tired to mingle more. You put Myla in her car seat and spent some time soothing her back to sleep after she woke up because of the transfer. A while later the trunk opened, making you jump, and Mat popped his head in dropping his bags. "Hi!"
"Hi," you whispered excitedly as you turned back to face him. He closed the trunk as quietly as possible, but instead of jumping right in the driver's seat, he stopped by Myla.
"Hi, pretty girl," he whispered pressing soft kisses to her face. "I'm so so happy you were here tonight."
"She can't hear you."
"So?" He stuck his tongue out at you, before finally climbing in the driver's seat. "Hi."
He grabbed you face and kissed you deeply. "I'm happy you were here, too."
"You did good."
"Might have had something to do with who was in the audience." You smiled and got another long kiss from him. "Alright, let's go home. I'm beat."
"Me too. I don't really remember the last time we stayed up so late." You both chuckled.
"Oh, look." As Mat was hooking up his phone to the car he showed you his new wallpaper. It was the picture of the three of you his mom had taken earlier during warmups. A loving warmth spread throughout your body and you leaned over to kiss him again. You would never get tired of your little family. "Seriously though, how did she do tonight?"
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annabermudeznumber1fan · 1 month ago
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A little bit about me/what and who I write for!!
What I will write !!!
Fluff
X reader
Headcannons
Ships (between 2 characters)
♤♤♤
What i will not write ❗️❗️
Smut
Incest
Pedophilia
Anything that falls under the category of smut/weird stuff
Who I write for
I write for The Outsiders Musical and might start writing for The Outsiders in general in the future.
About me: Im Myla, I love movies, music, musicals, books, writing and painting.
Some of my favorite movies: The Breakfast Club, The Outsiders, The Karate Kid, Dirty Dancing, Mean Girls and Scott Pilgrim.
Some of my favorite musicals: The Great Gatsby, The Outsiders, BOOP!, SIX, Falsettos, Newsies and Death Becomes Her.
I also love pokémon, and might talk a little bit about it on here, but will not write for pokémon characters.
My favorite artists: Jason Schmidt, Laufey, Tame Impala, Mac DeMarco, and Mitski.
My requests are open!!!
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theangrypomeranian · 2 years ago
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a note for my lovely fans:
i know i've said this before, but i really and truly never thought that Baby Steps would ever get as long or well known as it is. i've poured my heart and soul into this fic for over a year and it has meant everything to me. through this story, i have started to heal my inner child/teen and a little of older me as well. i love this story so much and saying good bye is so so painful, but also so cathartic.
i want to thank a few people here. first and foremost, @littleredruns. without this story, i never would have met her and now i can't imagine my life without her. Red, you have been such a huge support and help to me through this whole process. the whole fake dating arc exists because of you lol. i know you say that i don't need to thank you, but i am because without you i don't think i would have kept writing. you are my best friend and i hope it stays that way for a long, long time (if not forever). <3
i also want to thank my husband, @raccnarok. thank you, myla. you've spent the last year listening to me talk and rant about this. you've tolerated me kicking you out of the bedroom so that i could focus on writing because you know that i like writing in my bed the most. you've supported me and cheered me on, and told me over and over how proud you are of me. loving you is easy as breathing and twice as satisfying, and through this whole process you've proved it. thank you. <3
to all the friends i've made through this fic, the whole who i've shared sneak peaks with and let me go on and on about it. i'm so grateful that my story has brought us together and that you all have been as kind and supportive as you've been. thank you. <3
to the people who have been inspired by my fic and drawn art of it and written fic of it/inspired by it. i cannot express how much all of it has warmed my heart and made me giggle and shriek like a schoolgirl. i hope i can continue to inspire you with my other works, and if not then i'm happy that i did at all. thank you for being amazing. <3
and to my readers. all of you who leave kudos and comments and read and reread this story that i thought would fall to the wayside. you all mean the whole world to me and i don't say that lightly. we've built such an amazing community here of empathetic and loving people. and to my fellow survivors of abuse, of all kinds, who have found solace in this fic: i see you. i hear you. and i believe you. i hope you are able to find peace and healing, and i'm happy that my fic has gotten to be a part of that process. you're amazing and i never want you to forget that. it's okay if you backtrack, it's okay if you have bad days. remember, healing is not linear. it's a process. and sometimes we have to take baby steps.
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“What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.”
Myla/Baal . 𖤐 Writer/Artist 𖤐 Yes, i do oc x canon. Yes, i do canon x reader. DON’T JUDGE ME ! ! 𖤐
ੈ✩‧₊˚╰┈➤ My pronouns are he/it !
ੈ✩‧₊˚╰┈➤ faves (currently): Every character in “Romeo+Juliet” (1996). The main girls in Madoka Magica. Julieta, Pepa, and Mirabel Madrigal from Encanto.
୨⎯ "PLEASE USE TONETAGS WITH ME !
I WILL NOT UNDERSTAND YOUR INTENTIONS WITH WHAT YOU SAY UNLESS YOU ADD ONE !/SRS/GEN"⎯୧
Also: GET YOUR DAILY CLICKS IN!
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Wherever You Go, There You Are: Mindfulness Meditation in Everyday Life Wherever You Go, There You Are: Mindfulness Meditation in Everyday Life Contributor(s): Kabat-Zinn, Jon (Author) Publisher: Hachette Go ISBN: 0306832011 Physical Info: 0.74" H x 8.3" L x 5.56" W (0.61 lbs) 320 pages "When Wherever You Go, There You Are was first published in 1994, no one could have predicted that the book would launch itself onto bestseller lists nationwide and sell over 1 million copies to date. Thirty years later, Wherever You Go, There You Are remains a foundational guide to mindfulness and meditation, introducing readers to the practice and guiding them through the process. The author of over half a dozen books on mindfulness, Jon Kabat-Zinn combines his research and medical background with his spiritual knowledge to help readers find peace and change their lives. In this new edition, readers will find a new introduction and afterword from Kabat-Zinn, as well as factual updates throughout to address changes in research and knowledge since it was originally published. After the special tumult of the last few years, as well as the promise of more unrest in the future, Wherever You Go, There You Are serves as an anchor for a whole new generation of readers looking to find their center and achieve their true self"-- Biographical Note: Jon Kabat-Zinn, PhD, is founding Executive Director of the Center for Mindfulness in Medicine, Health Care, and Society at the University of Massachusetts Medical School. He is also the founding director of its renowned Stress Reduction Clinic and Professor of Medicine emeritus at the University of Massachusetts Medical School. He teaches mindfulness and Mindfulness-Based Stress Reduction (MBSR) in various venues around the world. He received his Ph.D. in molecular biology from MIT in 1971 in the laboratory of Nobel Laureate, Salvador Luria. His work in the Stress Reduction Clinic was featured in Bill Moyers' PBS Special, Healing and the Mind and in the book of the same title, as well as on Good Morning America, the Oprah Winfrey Show, and Oprah's Super Soul Sunday, as well as NPR. he has contributed to a growing movement of mindfulness into mainstream institutions such as medicine, and psychology, health care and hospitals, schools, corporations, the legal profession, prisons, and professional sports. He is the author of numerous bestselling books about mindfulness and meditation: Full Catastrophe Living: Using the Wisdom of Your Body and Mind to Face Stress, Pain and Illness; Wherever You Go, There You Are: Mindfulness Meditation in Everyday Life; Coming to Our Senses: Healing Ourselves and the World Through Mindfulness; and Arriving at Your Own Door: 108 Lessons in Mindfulness. He is also co-author, with his wife Myla, of Everyday Blessings: The Inner Work of Mindful Parenting; and with Williams, Teasdale, and Segal, of The Mindful Way Through Depression: Freeing Yourself from Chronic Unhappiness Overall, his books have been translated into over thirty languages. He lives in Massachusetts. Review Quotes: "Meditation is the art of paying attention, of listening to your heart. Rather than withdrawing from the world, meditation can help you enjoy it more fully, more effectively, and more peacefully. In Wherever You Go, There You Are, Jon Kabat-Zinn provides access to the essence of meditation."-- Dean Ornish, MD, author of Dr. Dean Ornish's Program for Reversing Heart Disease Review Quotes: "Want to meet the most interesting, exciting person you will ever know? Let Jon Kabat-Zinn introduce you to YOU. Nowhere else in the literation of meditation can you find so simple and commonsensical a path to yourself."-- Norman Lear, television producer, Los Angeles Review Quotes: "Ideally, meditation is not something we do, but something we live. Jon Kabat-Zinn points the way to this living spirit with clarity, ease, and poetry."-- Sharon Salzberg, author of Lovingkindness and Faith Review Quotes: " Wherever You Go, There You Are is a remarkably clear and practical guide to meditation. This is a truly profound book in its deceptive simplicity and insight. Dr. Jon Kabat-Zinn truly lives what he teaches."-- Dr. Kenneth R. Pelletier, Stanford University School of Medicine, author of Mind as Healer, Mind as Slayer Review Quotes: "Once more Jon Kabat-Zinn illuminates the simplicity and depth of the meditative path with the clarity of his own wisdom. In this insightful book he reminds us that the grist for awakening is no further from us than the moment we are presently in."-- Christina Feldman, Gaia House, U.K., author of Women Awake and Silence Review Quotes: "Jon Kabat-Zinn has made an important contribution to modern health care with research done at his Stress Reduction Clinic, and in his other work with patients of many kinds. I trust him completely, because his writing so obviously comes out of his own honestly reported experience, and I admire him greatly because of his outstanding accomplishments in a culture that is in many ways antagonistic to the process of taking responsibility for own health and being. This book is a delight to read: full of warmth, love, and wisdom. I will recommend it to our own cancer patients."-- Alastair J. Cunningham, PhD in Cell Biology, PhD in Psychology, C. Psych, Ontario Cancer Institute Review Quotes: "This book shines with an exquisite simplicity and straightforwardness. 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In this new edition, readers will find a new introduction and afterword from Kabat-Zinn, as well as factual updates throughout to address changes in research and knowledge since it was originally published. After the special tumult of the last few years, as well as the promise of more unrest in the future, Wherever You Go, There You Are serves as an anchor for a whole new generation of readers looking to find their center and achieve their true self.
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COVER REVEAL Title: Judge's Mercy Author: Author Misty Walker Series: Sons of Erebus: Reno, NV, book three Release Date: July 8, 2024 Preorder Link: US: https://amzn.to/3RHxnbJ Worldwide: https://geni.us/jmmwevents Blurb: From USA Today bestselling author Misty Walker comes a gripping tale of forbidden romance within the dark underworld of motorcycle clubs. As the priest for the Sons of Erebus, it's my duty to guide people through their darkest moments. So when a battered and broken woman is abandoned at our clubhouse gates, I feel compelled to offer her solace. Myla is beautiful, smart, and has a sharp tongue, yet I'm unexpectedly drawn to this woman who's half my age with a past as tormented as my own. It's how I recognize the burning rage in her eyes, threatening to consume her. Although she tries to push me away to hide her growing panic and pain, I sense that she's close to reaching her breaking point. My instincts are confirmed when a gut feeling wakes me in the middle of the night, telling me she needs help. What I find is beyond my worst nightmare. Myla's covered in someone else's blood, despondent, and begging for me to make her feel something other than the fury burning through her veins. Our one night of raw passion not only exposes Myla's darkest secrets, but mine too, and so our torrid affair begins. On nights when the weight of her sins threatens to crush her, she seeks comfort in my arms, and on those when my demons threaten to devour me whole, she's there to banish them with a single touch. It was inevitable that our sins would catch up with us, and I knew the risks of loving her could be catastrophic. Now I'm faced with an impossible decision: protect her by betraying her trust and risking everything—my honor, my loyalty, my whole world, or lose her forever. About the Author: Misty Walker is a USA Today Bestselling contemporary romance author. Her books have been translated to Hebrew and adapted into audiobooks. She reads the way she writes, so in between writing her dark and delicious novels, she'll sneak in a few sweet and steamy ones to "cleanse the palate", as they say. Misty currently resides in the high desert of Reno, NV with her husband, two daughters, and two dogs. She enjoys camping in her comfy travel trailer, reading, and writing. She loves connecting with readers, so her email and DMs are always open. Author Links: Website: https://authormistywalker.com/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authormistywalker/ TIkTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@authormistywalker Twitter: https://twitter.com/mistywalkerbook Linktree: https://linktr.ee/Authormistywalker
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