#no plot just vibes

[jaebeomsbitch]

The Princess and Eggplant (E.M.)

Summary: Your boyfriend happens to be a foot taller than you...or Eddie is afraid to stick it all the way in, afraid to hurt you

Warnings: Minors DNI, size kink, pure smut

Pairings: Boyfriend!Eddie x Girlfriend!Reader

A/N: watching Sex and the City and couldn’t stop thinking about the size difference between Carrie and Aidan. As a 5'1 they/them I'm drooling. Literally finished this a while ago but couldn't find a good gif, I'm gonna start making my own banners

Like Eddie holding you up, your thighs wrapped around his waist, his big hands on your ass. His tongue in your mouth as he kisses you more and more aggressively until you can’t breath and your head is spinning. The way he manhandles you, impaling his thick cock inside you as he grits his teeth trying to control himself from being too rough. But his cock only fits half way and you’re clinging onto his shoulders moaning like a ghost in a haunted house.

You heave for air as his cock knocks the wind out of you. He lays you out on the bed, your hair fanning out as he yanks you to the edge of the bed.

“Fuck sweetheart” he groans looking at the way his cock disappears inside of you. His neck straining as he holds himself back.

“More Eddie, fuck give me more” you gasp, your nails digging into his back.

“S-shit baby, don’t wanna hurt you” he grunts, slowly pulling out and back halfway in. As he refuses to go deeper, his eyes already rolling back as your tight velvet walls grip onto him.

“Please Eddie” you whine, pressing the heels of your feet into his ass forcing him deeper into you. Your jaw slacks as you’re stretched open by your boyfriend.

“S-shit s-so fucking big” you moan pressing your chest into his.

“F-fuck you’re gonna kill me” he groans voice higher pitched then normal. He hisses, teeth clenched tightly as he tries to remain still. However you don’t give him the chance, you dig your feet deeper into his pale ass. Pushing him inch by inch slowly into you until his hips are flush with your ass.

Eddie knows that he needs to be the one to slow down, but it's hard when you feel this good - especially when you're moaning like that. He hasn’t even moved and yet you’re already cock drunk. You’re drooling and moaning incoherently as Eddie’s cock fits like a puzzle piece inside you, nice and deep.your pussy struggles to accommodate the stretch. Your walls pulse around him almost like it’s trying to push Eddie out. 

His arms shake as he shallowly thrusts into you, little grunts leaving his lips. 

“Fuck Princess, so fucking tight” he whines. 

“S-shit it’s like you’re fucking choking my cock” he grunts out, looking at the slight bulge in your lower stomach every time he slides back in. The sight is enough to make him cum right then and there. 

“F-fuck fuck fuck ohhhh fuck” you moan underneath him trying to grind into him but his grip on your hips tightens. You know he’s gonna leave bruises on you but you fucking love it. Love that he’s practically whimpering “princess” under his breath like a broken record, like he needs to burn the feeling and imagine in his head. 

“More, Eddie please-” you whine, your pussy pulsing around him desperately trying to drag him back in. He shakes his head vehemently, his jaw tight as he grinds his teeth. No girl could ever take his full cock before and much less someone so petite. 

“So fucking perfect Princess. Your pussy’s taking me so fucking good. Fucking stretching out to fit my cock baby” he grunts out starting to lose his reserve. His hips move slightly faster as he feels the burn deep in his gut. 

“Made f’you Eds” you nod, eyebrows pinched together as he pulls the rubber band tighter. You flex your stomach trying to keep it together. Your moans getting louder as his his resolve starts to slack more and more. 

It isn’t long until he’s snapping his hips into yours looking like a man possessed. He’s fucking feral, hair wild, pupils blown out, neck flexed. His whole body is tense as he pounds into you fast and hard completely breaking you down. 

You’re more than cock drunk at this point. Babbling gibberish, writhing under him, pulling at the sheets, your eyes closed shut as you’re in your own little world taking Eddie’s thick cock. 

“Jesus fucking Christ” Eddie moans at the sight of you. Most girls would’ve cried in pain, he always needed at least an hour of stretching and foreplay to get half way in and yet here you are taking it.

“M’gonna cum!” You cry, stomach flexing harder, your muscles tightening almost painfully. 

“Fuck- cum on my cock, Princess,” he pants, his balls slapping into your ass, hand pressing into your stomach feeling the bulge of his cock.

“Ohh fuck- fuck- fuckkk fuckkk” you all but scream as you let go. You tremble under Eddie’s body, face contorted, jaw slacked, drool dripping down your chin. It’s like you’re high and drunk at the same time. 

“That’s it Princess milk my fucking cock. Taking me so well, begging for my fucking cum” he grunts. His eyes rolling back as he clenched his jaw and comes hard. Thick white ropes paint your velvet walls already dripping down to your ass. Your pussy too small to accommodate both his cock and cum. 

“Shit” he heaves, slowly pulling out not trying to hurt you further. 

“I’m not gonna be able to walk am I?” You groan as he nuzzles into your neck. 

He chuckles,”probably not.”

“You’re the worst” you mumble lightly nipping his bottom lip. 

“Not what you were yelling two seconds ago” he murmurs against your lips. That’s dimpled grin on his face as he presses for a kiss and another and another.  

[motherearthlovesus]

staying at theo nott’s over the summer

you’ve been staying at theo’s parents’ estate over the summer holidays for a few weeks now, it’s a huge house with not enough people to fill it. you don’t mind though since it gives you plenty of peace and privacy with your boyfriend. you knew he was rich but you had never known how rich until you arrived here. everyday had been almost the exact same routine, not that it bothered you. this was the most relaxed you’d been all year. the mornings were quiet and often spent picking fruit in their orchard or picking out the days book & matching bikini. his parents were gone most of the time, leaving theo cocky enough to try and fuck you in every corner of the house, inside and out. the tennis court, the pool, the couch, the sauna, the kitchen, the terrace, the garden and the kitchen. while you admired his (constant) efforts, all you could really muster up the energy to do was sunbathe by the pool with pansy. it was supposed to be your holiday too after all. the italian sun was giving you a gorgeous golden glow that made theo drool all over his dinner each night- which, luckily, his parents were too self-absorbed to ever notice. most nights after dessert you and theo go out to the pool house, where pansy and draco were staying, to share a joint or two. you giggle and laugh for hours into the night with smoke hanging thickly in the still summer air, until theo starts to see your red eyes droop - that’s when he knows it’s time to call it a night. he walks with you, hand in hand, up to the bedroom you’ve been sharing. he tucks you in, kisses you on the forehead and walks to the bathroom to brush his teeth before bed. as he turns the tap on, the sound of steadily flowing water sends you off to a peaceful sleep, content to do it all again tomorrow.

🌞🍸🍊🌊 (moodboard link)

[pup37]

whoag. 2 am angsty dark choco art after scrolling on tumblr,,, interpret anything idk lol I don’t know the lore

[w4vew4rm]

Mammon | Obey me One-shot | Fluff w/o plot

“I-I’m not nervous! Why would I be nervous?!”

Mammon laid on the couch scrolling on Devilgram, occasionally glancing at MC who was reading a book on the other side of the room. He sighed before casually tossing it to the side. His gaze locked onto MC’s form, admiring how amazing they looked under the dim light of the lamp.

Suddenly feeling bored, he scooted just enough to make space for another person. 

“Oi, MC!” He called out, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“C’mere.” His face softened with endearment, grinning as he watched their face shift into a flustered expression. When MC sat down beside him, he shifted uncomfortably. He tugged at the hem of his tank-top hoping it’d help him relax. Mammon stayed frozen while they turned to face him fully, watching them through the corner of his eye. Warmth flooded his cheeks from the proximity of MC, the blush creeping up his neck.

Hearing their giggle made him grumble softly as he glanced over at them.

“S-Shaddup! It’s not like I’m doin’ this cause I like you or anything! I’m just bored, alright?”

His hands went up in a placating gesture, “Don’t look at me like that. You… You should be grateful that I, the Great Mammon, invited you to sit with me!” Despite his defensive words, his body language remained relaxed and open. 

The silence from MC made him grow anxious. He knew they were more on the quiet side if anything, but he didn’t mind – he was just happy to be with them again. His mind began to drift off, thinking about how they had left the Devildom to go back to the Human Realm. Subconsciously, a small frown tugged on his lips. However, his trance was quickly broken by a familiar voice. “You okay there?” MC asked, leaning forward slightly and tilting her head, waiting for him to respond.

His eyes met theirs, he paused for a few seconds – lost in their depths. Mammon shook his head slightly.

“Things ��round here weren’t the same without you.” He sighed. “I just… Just missed you, alright?”

He opened his mouth to say something else, but was caught off guard when MC kissed him. When their lips met, he let out a surprised grunt. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around MC, pulling them closer. His other hand tangled itself in their hair, deepening the kiss. He poured all his feelings into it – The pain he had felt, the love he held for them, and his desperate need for MC.

Mammon smiled when the kiss was broken. As much as he wanted to continue, he also wasn’t complaining about the sight he had in front of him. MC’s chest heaved with every breath they took, heart still racing from the intensity of the kiss. “You almost killed me, dummy.” MC said playfully, causing Mammon to roll his eyes.

He shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. Instead of responding with his words, he decided to respond with his actions. He grabbed their wrist and pulled them towards him. His chest offering a soft cushion for the impact. He shifted under them slightly, adjusting his position so that him and MC could be more comfortable.

He gave them one last look. A small smile spread across his face, and a contented sigh escaped his lips. With MC back within his reach, he finally allowed himself to relax and drift off to sleep.

[hoe-for-hopper]

Where's Billy?

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: SMUT (obviously), Unprotected piv, oral (m receiving), like a couple mentions of a knife.

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: I'm bad at summaries, okay. But honestly, hardly any plot. You know me, No Plot, Just Vibes. Party at Stu's...smut.

A/N: I lowkey hate this lmao. Like I actually hate it. It wasn't what I had in mind, and by the time I got time to actually sit down and write, I had no motivation to write. :( Maybe you'll like it, but if you don't I AM SO SORRY.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~SMUT BELOW THE CUT~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The downstairs level of Stu’s house is crowded with people. A horror movie is playing on tv, thanks to Randy, but Stu is also playing music from another speaker system in a different room. You find yourself alone for the first time all night, neither Billy nor Stu glued to your side for once and you head to the bathroom to try to take a break from all of the noise, but of course someone was in there.

Throwing your head back in a groan, you started making your way to the garage for another beer. But before you could reach the door, Stu stepped in front of you, his hand held out with his palm facing you. “I don’t think you want to go in there right now, sweetheart.”

Rolling your eyes, you try to sidestep him, but his arm darts out to stop you. “And why is that?”

“No reason. Just don’t want you to miss out on any fun.” His mouth turns into a wide grin before he sticks his tongue out. He grabs your shoulders to spin you around, his arms moving down to circle around your waist, slowly moving you forward. “Come on, baby, let’s get back to the party.”

Stu leads you into the living room where Randy is animatedly explaining the “rules” of horror movies to everyone sitting on the couch and standing around the rest of the room.

Your eyes scan the backs of heads. Twisting your body to turn your head up to Stu you ask, “Where’s Billy?”

“Probably in the bathroom.” Stu snuzzles his mouth to your neck, his hands lowering to your hips. “What do you say we kick all these losers out?”

You stand on your toes, still not quite tall enough to whisper into his ear, “I’d say it would be a great idea.”

Stu kisses the top of your head before turning you around, “Go hangout for a minute, I’m gonna find Billy.”

You take a seat on the arm of the couch closest to Randy and listen to him explain how not to die in a horror movie. It feels like Randy has been talking forever and as much as you actually do enjoy listening to him, you’re ready to spend alone time with Billy and Stu. 

Finally, you hear the music stop from the other room before Stu returns and begins ushering everyone out.

“Hey man, make sure you return that tape on time, okay? Seriously, don’t be late again.” Randy tells Stu as he’s the last to leave.

“Uh huh. Yeah. Will do, buddy.” Stu practically shoves him out the door before closing and locking it. He turns to you and says, “You ready to finish the movie, baby?” You nod your head as you follow Stu back towards the living room.

You know you’re not actually going to finish the movie, Stu definitely has other plans with the way he’s had his hands all over you for most of the night. He plops down on the couch and you sit next to him, but he grabs your leg and pulls you into his lap. He trails kisses from your forehead to your chest, his hands roaming from your waist to your ass. 

Pulling back, you ask, “Okay, seriously, where is Billy?”

Stu rolls his eyes and nips at your neck, “Probably grabbing a beer.”

He doesn’t give you much time to think about his answer as he continues kissing your chest. “Take these off.” He snaps the waistband of your underwear against your hip and as you stand, he holds your skirt up for you to pull them down. You start moving to take your skirt off too, but Stu stops you. “I think Billy would want you to keep that on.” He pulls you back into his lap, lifting your shirt over your head. 

You don’t hear Billy come in, but you feel as he unhooks your bra from behind you, “Why didn’t you wait for me?” There’s a dark edge to his voice.

Stu pulls your bra off the rest of the way before answering, “Sorry man, just couldn’t help it.” In one swift motion Billy sits next to Stu and pulls you onto his own lap. “What the hell, man?!”

Mockingly, Billy says, “Sorry man, just couldn’t help it.” His mouth is on yours as he scoots you back and unzips his jeans, pulling them down just enough and you can feel his length graze against your core as he rocks your hips forward. “Thanks for getting her ready for me.” 

“Whatever.” You can hear Stu standing up and undressing. 

You’re about to ask Billy where he’s been, but he shoves himself inside of you without warning and you moan against his mouth instead. His hands are on your ass helping you lift yourself up and down. Your head drops down to his shoulder and one of his hands move to the back of your neck, pulling you back to look at him. “Look at me, baby.” Billy stares into your eyes as he pumps in and out of you. His head gives a subtle nod and then you’re left feeling empty as he lifts you off of him.

Stu picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he thrusts into you. Your grip tightens around Stu’s neck as he walks, still inside of you, up the stairs and towards his bedroom. As soon as you enter the room, Stu is placing you gently on the bed before crawling in next to you.

“Billy, where were you?” You ask as he crawls on top of you, one hand laced through your hair, the other on your hip.

He kisses your forehead, then your neck before answering. “I was just getting a beer, baby.” You didn’t notice whether or not Billy had a beer when he’d entered the living room, but then again you’d been busy with Stu. But what had taken him so long? The beer was just in the garage and there were even a few in the refrigerator in the kitchen. 

Before you could think too hard about it, Stu is pushing Billy off of you and pulling you back onto his lap. “Come on, Billy. Don’t you think you’ve had enough fun for the night?” With his back leaning against the bed frame, Stu pushes you up and lines himself up with your entrance. His hands find your nipples and he grazes his thumb over them as he thrusts up into you. Your head falling forward as you moan into Stu’s ear. “You should feel her, man. She’s so wet.” 

The bed shifts as Billy kneels beside you, reaching one hand down to rub circles over your clit, Stu holding your skirt up with one hand. You can feel your climax approaching and your moans become louder. Stu senses this, “She’s gonna cum, Billy.” Billy puts more pressure on your clit as Stu fucks into you harder. Billy’s other hand grabs your chin, turning your head so you’re facing him as you gush around Stu.

“My turn.” Billy’s eyes are on yours as he pulls you off of Stu and positions you on all fours. “You ready, baby?” 

You nod your head yes, but Billy grabs your hair and pulls signaling you to use your words. “Yes.”

Without giving you time to come down from your climax, Billy pushes into you, thrusting hard, his hands gripping your hips so hard that it would hurt if you weren’t so turned on. “Fuck.” 

Stu moves to your front, tapping the head of his cock against your lips. His head falls back as you open your mouth to let him in. Both men are thrusting into you, Billy’s hands on your hips and Stu’s in your hair.

You moan around Stu’s cock as Billy fucks into you rougher than before, his tumbs digging into the dimples of your back. One of Billy’s hands leaves your hips, looking up at Stu you see an excitement in his eyes that wasn’t there before. Billy slows his thrusts as you feel the fabric of your skirt fall away and then cold metal against your back. You try to turn, but Stu holds your head and continues thrusting into your mouth.

You can feel Stu’s cock pulse once then twice before he releases himself into your mouth. “Swallow.” He pulls out and wipes the drool from your chin. You swallow as best you can while Billy pounds into you. 

“Show Stu you swallowed.” Billy moves his hand from your hips and grabs your hair to pull your head up so you’re looking at Stu. Opening your mouth, you stick out your tongue. “Good girl.” 

Your second orgasm builds and you clench around Billy’s cock making him fuck into harder.

Stu leans back against the bedframe watching as his friend pounds into you, the cold metal still touching your back, pushing against you harder as Billy’s thrusts grow more erratic. “I’m gonna come, baby, inside you, okay?” You can only nod your head yes as Billy thrusts once more and he fills you with warm liquid. 

Stu pulls you towards him, placing your head on his chest as you hear the clink of something being set on the nightstand. Stu holds your head in place so you’re not able to see as Billy crawls into bed on your other side. He throws his arm around you and plants kisses down the back of your neck, Stu drawing circles on your chest.

You grind your ass into Billy’s length and plant sloppy kisses to the side of Stu’s mouth. “Billy, I think she’s ready for round two.” Stu laughs.

Stu turns you over and pulls you into him while you give the same sloppy kisses to Billy. Stu’s hand reaches around to your front and he runs his fingers through your folds feeling Billy’s warmth mixed with your own seep out of you. “I want both of you this time.”

Billy is laughing as he pulls you up on top of him with Stu positioning himself behind you, holding onto your hips as Billy rubs circles over your peaked nipples. Stu helps to hold you up as Billy lines himself up with your entrance and pushes into you.

You can hear Stu opening a bottle of lube and massaging it onto himself before entering your ass. You moan as you throw your head back onto Stu’s shoulder. As you open your eyes, you see the glint of silver metal on the nightstand. It takes a second to register, but then you ask, “Billy, why is there a knife on the nightstand?”

[onlyheroxoxoxo]

Little teaser..

Eyes don't lie

Bg: p and you are coming back home after a date night, the sexual tension has been high all day but you didn't think she would actually do anything since you were mad earlier. But now, there's only about 15 minutes til you're home and she's putting her hand on your thigh and rubbing it with her thumb, her hand feels strong yet so soft.

(Outfits: you're wearing a cute little black dress, with your hair down nothing fancy but comfortable. P's wearing her glasses with her hair in a bun. She's just wearing a black shirt, normal jeans and a dark gray jacket to match with your dress.)

(⁠◍���•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

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She pulls into the driveway and suddenly decides she's done waiting. You notice that look in her eyes when she turns down the music and looks at you, getting lost in her eyes she gets closer. "You look really beautiful baby" she says in a gentle voice, you tents up as she removes her hand from your thigh and puts it on your cheek, slowly lending in. Now, having goosebumps she kisses your lips passionately, making sure her tongues dances with yours. Her lips feel so good against yours that you have to rub your thighs together to calm down. Her soft, perfectly pink lips.

"we should probably go inside.." you say under your breath, wanting more but not wanting to show it out of embarrassment. "Yeah we should" Paige says with a smirk on her face knowing what's coming next..

Once you both get inside, Paige takes her jacket off while saying something about the weather getting nicer. You're not paying attention, you need her now but asking would be weird especially since you were so upset over something that now seems so small. You sit on the couch and give her a look that makes her smile and come towards you, "I know that look babydoll" she says in the same voice as before. Since you're still too shy to say anything she takes the lead, kissing and feeling you. You feel yourself getting wet, really wet. Through your panties. "Fuck stop teasing me and just take me" you blurt out

Next thing you know your panties are on the ground and your legs are on her shoulders...

Notes from dis!! HII I hope you enjoyed this quick little teaser, once the results come in from the poll I'll get to work!! Mwahh 💕

[mattsundaes]

love opening my notes app to find surprises that i forgot i left for myself days ago in the middle of the night.

[enjoythesilentworld]

Hi Jay! How about prompt 13 😊

hiii tysm for sending me a prompt!!! boy oh boy is it so fun to have the time and mental facilities to actually write again 🥲

here's a little (slightly nsfw) #13 for you; “we can go for as long as you want”

“We can go for as long as you want,” Simon cooed, dragging out the vowels with a venom. 

Wille squirmed under him, fingers still pressing the same bruises into Simon’s hips. Eyes rolling, he groaned, “Simon, please, just—” 

“I’ll sit here all—” He rolled his hips, “—damn—” and again, “—day.” 

Simon’s last word was punctuated with harder grind downward, slick skin on slick skin, smeared lubricant mixed with sweat. It was enough friction after so much build up that Wille felt a desperate noise crawl up his throat, almost a whine. He knew better than to try to buck up, but he couldn’t help it. His hips moved, chasing the feeling, chasing Simon’s warm skin, chasing the pressure, and just like every other time, Simon moved away, out of his reach. 

“Fuck,” Wille swore, pushing his head back into the pillow in frustration. He glared up at the ceiling, noting the pattern, the pattern that hadn’t changed in the weeks— months it’d been since he was here, in Simon’s bed. Since he was here, underneath Simon, still tasting his tongue, still feeling the sting of his harsh bites along Wille’s neck. 

Their clothes, all discarded now, marked the angry, wandering trail from the front door. Crumpled pants and loose buttons; the new tear on Wille’s T-shirt where Simon had yanked too hard. The T-shirt was old, picked out before they’d even met, and washed so many times it was thin and soft. And now, it held a tear underneath the right arm, large enough it’d show off the tattoo on Wille’s ribs if he tried to wear it again. The tattoo that Simon had helped design, had traced with his fingers and tongue hundreds of times. 

Now, his fingernails brushed it, clawing down Wille’s side as he bent forward, putting his mouth up close to Wille’s ear. There was a catch in his breath that told Wille enough about Simon’s state of mind: anger covering the hurt. 

“Admit it,” Simon bit out. His hips moved down again, settling back on Wille’s. 

Wille slid his hands up Simon’s sides, up to his face. He kept still, gently coaxing Simon away from his neck so they could look each other in the eyes. Fire still burned in Simon’s, the same anger Wille had felt in his for the time they’d been apart, but there was hesitation, too. Fear for what Wille had to say. 

He pulled Simon in for a kiss, soft and sweet and gentle compared to the last hour of sharp claws and biting teeth. When he pulled away, Simon’s brows were furrowed, his eyes still closed, as if he were in pain. 

“I didn’t,” Wille whispered. “I couldn’t.” 

The breath came out of Simon slowly, deflating more of his weight onto Wille. His eyes were still closed but the lines on his forehead softened slightly. Wille pushed up to sitting and wrapped his arms around Simon’s waist, pulling him closer until their chests pressed flush. Simon’s eyes fluttered open. 

Wille started to say, “I’m sorry,” but Simon swallowed the words, kissing him at the same time his hips raised up. 

He meant to say more, to make sure Simon really heard the apology, but as Simon sank down over him, hot and tight and perfect, the only words in his mouth were— 

“I love you,” he gasped. 

Simon pressed their foreheads together, hands coming up to tangle in the short strands of Wille’s hair. He nodded, over and over as his hips began to roll.

There was nothing else, just this, them, Wille feeling the guilt and sadness and ache in his chest slowly dissipating as Simon moved, as the angry tension in his body became purposeful, became clenching thighs and pleasured moans and, for the first time in as long as they’d been apart, “I love you.”

[simphornies]

A/N: A quick little one-shot for Valentine's!

Word count: 1.3k (1,394)

Warnings: implied sex at the end, that's about it I think.

Valentines Special [ Vox x Reader x Alastor ]

You woke up to the sounds of loud whispering and thumping inside of your dark room. You squint and reach for the remote for your lights. But it wasn’t shere it usually was so you blindly walked around your room with your hands out. After hitting yourself a couple of times on your furniture, you opened your door to let light in.

Your eyes adjusted to the light and as soon as they did there was a big sign on the wall in front of your door that said ‘HAPPY FUCKING VALENTINE’S DAY’ decorated with flowers.

“Oh fuck it’s—”

“HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY, MY DEAREST.” Vox exclaimed excitedly.

You groaned in response, “Vox I just woke up.” You rubbed the sleepiness out of your eyes. He grabs your hand and leads you to your bathroom. To your surprise it was covered with petals. The bathtub was ready for you, steaming. “Aw. Vox…”

“Go go. Get ready.” He grinned, proudly gesturing to the tub with both arms out, “The day we have planned for you is amazing!”

You smiled and gave him a quick kiss, “Thanks, babe. I’ll be right out.”

“Take your time. Meet us in the lobby.” His screen lit up with hearts and left you to have a relaxing bath.

.

As soon as you walk out of the bathroom in your robe, you see Alastor waiting for you by your bed. Beside him were a set of clothes. He looked over to you with his signature grin. His ears flicked with delight upon seeing you, “Hello darling! Please please. Pick your poison.” He points to the three sets of outfits.

One was picked by Alastor, another picked by Vox. It was obvious from the color schemes. The third outfit caught your eye. It was a nice blend of both of their colors. A purple outfit adorned with hearts, the stitches were blue on one side and red on the other. It was the obvious choice for the two to not fight for “who you picked” for the day.

You picked it up and the others instantly disappeared as soon as Alastor snapped his fingers. “Wonderful choice! I’ll leave you to change, my doe.” Before leaving he gave you a sweet kiss on your cheek.

When he opened the door you saw Vox standing outside, basically shaking in excitement. “I can stay and watch you cha—” The door shut behind Alastor. “—nge if you want me to, dollface.” He finished. You heard a thunk soon after.

You laughed at their antics and proceeded to get into the outfit of choice. If your constant presence around the two overlords proved enough evidence of your relationship with them, this outfit definitely does. You managed your hair into a braid and went towards the lobby.

You see your two lovers arguing, as per usual, about something. They quickly, or rather Vox did, shut up as soon as they saw you approach from the corner of their eyes.

“Hello boys.” You smiled, “Thank you for the wonderful start to this day. Happy Valentine’s.”

They picked a side and wrapped their arms around yours with pride. A kiss placed on both sides of your face from them.

“We’re going to take you out for breakfast today.” Vox states.

“Where to?” You ask, a bit excited.

“Cannibal town!”

“Ozzie’s!”

They both spoke at the same time and immediately glared at each other. You cleared your throat, “Ozzie’s would be a nice start.”

Vox stood up straight while Alastor pinned his ears back against his head. You pulled him closer, “Don’t pout, little deer. We’ll go with your choice before we go to breakfast. A snack for the trip, okay?” You giggled.

"Hmm. I’ll settle for it.” He hummed, ears perking back up with pride.

“Alright babes, let’s try not to murder anybody and each other today, okay?”

“No promises.” They said in unison.

.

Walking around town with two overlords wrapped around your finger was definitely something that gained a lot of attention. Every single year. You decided to give them a break from your scolding every couple of years when it came to practically attacking any demon or sinner that dared to stare at you. They couldn’t care less about the looks they got but they drew the line when anybody even attempted to approach you.

While they were distracted, you sneak away to buy them gifts. You got them both cufflinks and jewelry that matched your necklace. Of course, in their own colors. You bought Alastor a shiny new pocket watch and Vox a locket. Both gifts contained a photo of you making a heart with your fingers within them. As soon as you left the store, a tall demon approached you with sinister intent.

“Hey there, sweet cheeks.” He grinned. You gave him a disgusted look. “What’s a pretty face like you doin’ alone today?” His eyebrows wiggled up and down to which you rolled your eyes.

“None of your business and I’m not alone. Now if you’ll excuse me. I have to get going now.” He blocked your way before you could step any further. His hand lifted your chin up and you growled at the audacity. “Get your filthy hands off of me.” Your eyes glowed red.

He laughed, “And whatcha goin’ to do about it, toots?” His goons popped up from behind him.

“I really don’t want to paint my lovely outfit today with weak blooded bitches.” You groaned as you slapped his hand off your face. “So I’ll let them do it.” You smiled sweetly.

“Who?”

You took a deep breath in, “HE TOUCHED ME.” You screamed and without a second’s notice, black tendrils stabbed a couple of the goons, catching the others. The one who dared to touch you was immediately burned to a crisp with electricity. You stood there with your arms crossed, watching the massacre unfold in front of you. You dodged every lose limb that flew towards you and reveled in the screams.

Soon after Vox and Alastor took your hands, “Are you alright?” Vox asks.

“We lost sight of you for a second there, my dear. You must avoid leaving our sight.” Alastor added.

“You’re right, my apologies. But! I got you both gifts.” You handed them their respective boxes. They opened it and were ecstatic. They both put their cufflinks on proudly, decorating their sleeves with your initial. Alastor had already placed the pocket watch in his pocket, a little keychain dangling off of the chains while Vox put the locket around his neck.

“Oh thank you, dearest! You did not have to!” Alastor exclaims.

You smiled and pinched both of their cheeks lovingly, “Anything for you boys.”

.

After a long day of Vox and Alastor dragging you around everywhere and ensuring nobody was favored over the other to avoid pouting, you arrived back home exhausted.

You dropped to your bed with a happy sigh, “Today was fun. Thank you both.”

Alastor works quickly to take your heels off, rubbing your feet to soothe the pain from walking around so much. Vox rubbed your scalp gently. You purred in delight at their acts of service.

“You two are certainly outdoing yourselves this year.” You laughed.

“Anything for you, my darling doe.” Alastor hummed,soft jazz faintly coming from him.

“That I can agree with. Today is an extra special day for you, babe.” Vox emitted soothing static white noise.

“You know…” You began, they both looked up at you, “The night isn’t quite over yet, my loves.”

With a swift move, the overlords were on their backs on your bed. Each of your hands trail up their chests, “I think you two deserve a little…treat for today, hm?” You whispered seductively into their ears.

Alastor’s ears twitched and Vox glitched. Both from excitement. They exchanged a look before they looked at you.

Pretty soon you were a mess under them, your body filled with pleasure. Safe to say they definitely got their fill at the end of the night. After a myriad of hickeys, bite marks, and love scratches, they were both knocked out cold and cuddled up in your hold. You sighed happily, enjoying their warmth and comfort. You snapped a quick picture of the three of you cuddled up under the blanket, saving it to your special folder titled “Valentine’s Night” before drifting off to sleep.

[jaebeomsbitch]

Mine (E.M.)

Summary: Possessive Eddie... that's it.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, PinV, unprotected, slight breeding kink.

A/N: No plot at all... Please let me know of other kinks for kinktober (that are appropriate (!)) that y'all would like me to write next!

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You had no indication what spurred him on. Absolutely no clue at how you’d end up tonight. Your boyfriend was horny, that was obvious from the way his hands were on your ass grabbing a handful of fat when no one would notice, fingertips sliding up the inside of your skirt tracing the line of your panties, whispered dirty words in your ear. 

That still didn’t explain how you ended up here. Your legs on Eddie’s shoulders, thighs pressed deep into your chest with Eddie’s weight. 

“Mine, you’re fucking mine” he growls, hips pistoning into you. The force jolting you up on the bed, his balls slapping into your ass, loud moans and answered “yours.”

His tongue delves into your mouth possessively trying to sear the taste of his mouth into yours. He wants you to remember the taste every second you’re not with him, remind you that you belong to him and him only. 

You were never one to want to belong to a man but when he’s nipping at your neck marking you up with hickies and grunting out “mine, you fucking belong to me.” Your heart pounds into your ribs, eyes rolling back, your slick juices sliding down to your ass in a way you’ve never felt before. 

“This fucking pussy’s made f’me. Bet no other guy can fuck you like I can, huh? Can’t this greedy little cunt up, look at her she’s fucking pulling me in begging for my cum” he groans, staring at the way your pussy swallows up his length. There’s a thick white line of your pent up juices around the base of his cock. 

“A- mmm I-“ incoherent broken noises leave your throat trying desperately to answer but your brain can’t hold onto a string of thought. Every slap of skin against skin sends a jolt up your spine, scrambling your brain further. When did he shift positions? 

His strong hands hold your thighs into your stomach, cock slamming into you so hard you lose your breath for a second. You brain feels fuzzy as you try and gasp for breath. Heaving in small puffs of air with difficulty. The loss of oxygen giving you a head high as the shocks of pleasure jolt up your body. 

Your fingers grip the sheets, your head thrashing in the pillow as you barrel towards your orgasm like a pinhole in a dam ready to break. You clench your teeth, pussy fluttering, stomach tightening. Eddie’s heavy breath and murmurs of “fucking cum slut, wanna be mine forever huh? Want me to fill you up” and “pussy’s mine, belong to me” vaguely  flits into your ears. 

The band tightens into a place you’d never thought you could reach. You heave for air, coming hard with a loud cry. You tremble under him like a woman possessed. Drool dripping down your chin, eyes in the back of your skull, back arched impossibly, jaw slacked, tongue moving wildly with gibberish.

“Oh- fuck” Eddie practically whines, the hard press of his hipbones onto your ass bringing you back down to earth as he cums inside you. You grip the sheets tighter pulling them off the corners as you feel the heat of his cum inside you. The schlick of your combined cum filling the room as he slows down with pants of his own. 

Hands letting go of your thighs leaving back red marks that will bruise tomorrow. His arms shake as he slowly pulls out of your sopping cunt, his eyes rolling back at the sight of your pussy dripping with his cum fluttering around nothing. 

He collapses besides you, arm thrown over your waist, heavy breaths into your neck. 

“Fuck” he whispers, voice raspy from all his screaming dirty talk. 

“What the fuck was that for?” You grunt, opening your eyes slowly looking down at your sweaty boyfriend. 

“Just wanted to remind you” he murmur, nuzzling into your neck.

“Well what a fucking reminder” you laugh breathlessly. 

[lilysouph]

anxiety through the roof lately, not sleeping much, other stuff going on, I need a fluffy cozy happy feelgood hayffie fic or one shot recommendation to balance me out

[darkh3ro]

Blooming Lotus

Roman Reigns x reader (Oneshot)

Word count: IDK! :3

NSFW: no plot tbh

Kinda bad grammar but it’s pretty cool

Roman always thought you were beautiful, since he met you he knew he wanted to leave his mark on you and in you.

It’s been 5 years since you & Roman have been together, every second has been the absolute best for you and Roman.

One night after he comes home from work you greet him at the door in a beautiful dress; you knew how weak Roman would become over your short skirts and dresses. He would always try to catch a peek under to see if you had underwear on.

He comes in and immediately drops all of his things on the floor. “You teasing tonight?” You grin and greet him with a hug, as you wrap your arms around his muscular body you smell his musk, he even smelt like a man.

Roman is a wrestler, he’s strong as fuck. He picks you up by the hips and carries you on his waist straight back into the bedroom where you were before he came home. As he throws you on the bed you admire his dad body as he undresses, as he rips his shirt off his tattoos are glowing on his beautiful skin.

He looks you dead in the eye and says “I’m gonna fuck you like I haven’t been inside you in years.”

As soon as Roman said this, your river started flowing harder than ever. Roman gets on top of you and starts with your mouth. Not even requesting for his tongue to enter. He just went straight into your mouth; he was hungry for you. As he kissed you he gabbed every curve and part of your body. You felt so at peace whenever he would lay his hands on you, they were so soft and huge and you could never resist him ever.

As you both start to slowly grind into each other, he undresses the both of you. Seeing that you have no underwear on he knew exactly what you wanted to do when he walked into the door.

“I don’t even have to rip them off tonight” he went straight for your pussy. He didn’t hesitate, he took his mouth that has been attached to you for 30 minutes straight and went between your thighs. His mouth touched every part of your clit and you felt like you were in heaven. There was nothing else you could possibly want right now.

You fill his mouth with all your precum and he just eats it like it’s nothing. He can’t stop and he doesn’t intend to. Even after 30 minutes passed and you are forming sweat on your head he just grabs your thighs to make you stay in places and continues to groan into your sappy cunt. You didn’t even know how to get out of the strong grip that he kept on your thighs.

When he did let up his beard and fingers were soaked. He licked all of you off his fingers and positioned himself directly at your entrance. He loved that you could take him, every inch, in any position he wanted.

“I can do so much with you and this pussy, I wanna stay here all night with you”

He picked you up off your back and brought you into his lap and kissed you to make sure you were still okay and functioning after he obliterated your pussy.

He took his dick and places it right inside of you, slowing pushing you down into his lap deeper and deeper. He took a grip on your hair so he could have something to stabilize you since he knew you didn’t have any strength to hold yourself up.

You immediately started moaning into his ear, you couldn’t even form the words you wanted to say. Yet he kept pumping in and out of you. He knew this position always made you scream. Your moans and whimpers didn’t stop him. You liked it anyways.

Roman groans into your ear “fuckk, you almost make me not want to pull out”

“Don’t” that was the only word you could form, you knew how much Simon wanted to knock you up anyways. You wanted him to do just that. You didn’t care, plan b is everywhere these days.

Simon tightens his grip on your ass. As he keeps ramming into your cunt the both of you start to form the nastiest words mixed with moans, groans, and pleasure. You can tell he’s getting close. He’s getting sloppy but the way he’s hitting your g spot is making you see stars. Over the years you both have been together he got to know it better and better.

As you’re both getting close… Simon stops mid-stroke. Throwing you on the bed on your back again.

You see him stretch his huge figure over you, hair dripping sweat. He goes into the nightstand and pulls out the rose.

A very small part of you knew this was the night Roman was giving you more than a good pounding. 9 months & a baby is popping out.

He positions himself again “This time we’re not stopping. Or pulling out”

He turns the vibrator onto your favorite setting,which he knows by heart and places it on your clit. Then he goes to town, your back was arched so much he pushed you by your lower stomach right back down into the bed.

The vibrations of the rose & Roman feeding you his dick through your pussy send you completely over the edge.

“Look at that pretty face” Roman groans, as he gets close to you to drop kisses on your cheeks stained with tears.

You clench your walls around Roman, now there’s no way he’s pulling out now. As you cum around his dick your pussy goes into overload. Cumming everywhere and letting out a small waterfall that keeps him pumping in and out of you so smoothly.

Roman gets deeper and harder as he’s getting close.

“You get me there every time baby”

He groans as he pumps himself into your spot better than ever. He shoots his biggest load in you yet. His hair spilling onto you, his sweat accumulating around his forehead. He thrusts deep into you to make sure both of you are fully pleased.

Then gets off of you & pulls you up by your back since you have no strength left after that fucking. Takes you to the shower and rubs your body with gentle massages to make sure you’re not sore tomorrow.

The both of you shower together and he washes you off. Both having the biggest amount of puppy love for each other. Even after 5 years…

[momotonescreaming]

I know vampire/human aus are popular, but has anyone considered hundreds of years old vampire Tommy, and recently turned vampire Buck

[creatorofdisappointingart]

One More?

Pairing: Caleb x Reader

Synopsis: Caleb can't stop, he's addicted to you

Cw: 18+ smut with no plot, Gender neautral reader (No pronouns used) Petnames (Pipsqueak, honey) Unprotected sex, penetration, over stimulation. 2nd person pov

wc: 510

Authors notes: This is my first time posting on here so sorry! First draft with minimal editing. I hope you enjoy!

Adult content!! Minors do not interact!!

Caleb let out a soft whimper as you rolled your hips down against him again. His brunette hair was tousled and stuck up oddly from a sweat and how you laced your fingers in his locks. His violet gaze glazed over with a mixture of lust and obsession and he didn't know where to focus. You face? The way your brows were drawn together in pleasure or between the two of you, where you lifted off of him ever so slightly just to skewer yourself on his aching length again. 

"Caleb." You pant out, his name a beautiful note in his newfound favorite melody. 

"Keep going pip, 'm s-so close." He pleads in response. 

A white ring covered his base from his previous release and his choked out moans begged for you to keep going. You weren't sure how many times he had came now, you weren't even sure how many times you had. What you were sure of was how desperately Caleb pleaded for you to keep going. How he pulled you back down when you started to shift off of his lap as he whispered 'Just one more time, honey.'  And how could you say no to that? It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating.

Your thighs burned from the strain, your hips ached but every time you bounced down on him you felt yourself craving the wave of pleasure that rolled up your spine again. Finally Caleb wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you down on him as he ruts up to meet your hips. He sets a pace far faster than yours. Rougher. More desperate. Years of pent up desire seem to be laced in each thrust and he buries his face at the base of your neck as he moans and whimpers for you. You cry out his name, half crescent moons decorating his shoulder blades as his thrusts grow faster, sloppier. 

He flips you two over, your back damp with sweat meets the cool sheets of his mattress but you can't focus on the faint relief it brings. Your mind has melted into putty and your back arches to accommodate for his muscular arms that hold you in place as pounds into you like a man starved. 

"You're fucking heaven." He babbles against the column of your throat, "Can't get enough of you- enough of this.. You're... I'm..." 

His words trail off into a guttural growl, his features scrunched together as a new wave of heat rolls over his already flushed cheeks. His thrusts slow, turned from harsh pounding into a steady rocking as he unloads inside again. The room feels damp, humid from your panting moans mingling together. Your chest rises and falls quickly, stars blur the outskirts of your vision and you thoughtlessly sooth the messy strands at the back of his head. 

Caleb slowly raises his gaze to meet yours, pupils blown and face dusted with pink you've never noticed just how... beautiful he was. 

"One more?" Caleb whispers, his puffy lips curve upwards as he watches you process the request.

[talshiargirlfriend]

Guess what it’s finally time for?

Spy-ay-ay-ay! aka ✨vibes✨ for Sumire or the Fic I’m Not Writing @candiedsumire @deadheaddaisy

We’re getting to a scene that has been in my head for six months, so here’s a quick synopsis for anyone who’d like to join the party: this is a no plot just vibes undercover fake dating romance set in a universe a few doors down from our prime timeline. Writing the whole fic was terrifying, so instead I’m just writing the funny sappy cheeseball moments I’d want to turn back to and reread and sigh over. (I mean it when I say it’s just vibes.)

It started here 💕 In this timeline T’Pol is part of the Vulcan contingent working with Starfleet to help improve their technology with Vulcan advancements (and take notes on what they can learn from their human allies). If things go well, joint missions will follow.

Not everyone is thrilled with this arrangement. 💥 Former operative T’Pol is tasked with keeping an eye on things from the inside — and on one Commander Tucker in particular. In her infinite wisdom she decides the best way to do that is just to move into his apartment and tell everyone they’re in love. As you do.

And now we’re getting somewhere…

Picking up where we left off, after Jonathan Archer’s attempt at redeeming himself

“I hope poor Rostov’s not too hungover tomorrow,” Trip said as he flopped down on the couch later that night. “This is only day one! We’ve still got a lot of work to do. But damn, our people really know how to celebrate.”

“They do,” T’Pol agreed, but she had an odd expression on her face.

“What?” he asked her, concerned but not yet on high alert.

She raised her eyebrows slightly. “I believe Lieutenant Carter is also celebrating.”

He frowned in confusion. And then he heard the faint rhythmic thumping and assorted … celebratory noises from upstairs.

“Oh god,” he groaned.

T’Pol opened her mouth, a familiar glint in her eye.

“Don’t you dare!” Trip warned through a laugh.

The devil on his shoulder prodded him. “Do you think it’s that firefighter she was flirting with a couple weeks ago?”

T’Pol tilted her head and raised an eyebrow slightly, “Only if his name is Jenny.”

Trip snorted a laugh. “I’m gonna have to go in the kitchen. I can’t take this. It’s almost as bad as Lizzie teasing me about you and me!” He shot her a grin as he stood up.

He expected her to share in his amusement but her eyebrows drew together. “You are ashamed that your sister believes you and I have a sexual relationship?” she asked quietly.

He startled, “What? No! God no.” I should be so lucky. Trip clamped his mouth shut, trying to give his brain a second to catch up before he explained himself into even more trouble.

“I’m not ashamed, it’s just a little embarrassing because … you know, that sort of thing is… well, it’s private.”

“That is a very Vulcan attitude on the subject,” T’Pol said with a hint of approval.

He relaxed slightly. “Is that a compliment?”

She tilted her head, “It’s not an insult.”

Far more comfortable with that subtle teasing, Trip grinned and stepped into the kitchen. “Well, for the record, you’re by far the best fake girlfriend I’ve ever had, and I am the opposite of ashamed to be associated with you.”

T’Pol raised an amused eyebrow. “Thank you,” she said drily.

“What about you? I mean, I know your mom was kinda concerned, but has anyone else given you grief?” he asked as he sat down at the table.

T’Pol considered his question as she sat down beside him. “Stenn advised me to keep my residential address on file up to date, but otherwise no.”

“Matt gave me a Dad speech about that!” Trip exclaimed. “He called me into his office and sat me down, all serious. I was freaking out. What if the project’s getting canned or he’s stepping down due to ongoing heart problems or maybe I’ve made a big mistake somewhere, ya know?”

She nodded.

“And then he said ‘I see SubCommander T’Pol has amended her address in her Starfleet personnel file’ and then he stared at me. He reminded me how important the project is to Starfleet and to Earth.”

Trip affected a gruff tone, “‘I’m trusting you not to fu—mess this up, Tucker.’ and then when I was really sweating and stuttering, he just grinned at me and told me he’d never seen me happier and that he and his wife met when they worked together twenty-five years ago.” Trip shook his head with a chuckle.

T’Pol’s subtle amusement softened her expression.

“Wait, so does that mean Stenn doesn’t know? About us, I mean,” Trip asked as that bit caught up to him.

“You are the only one aware of my secondary assignment and the nature of our relationship.”

Trip raised his eyebrows at that, “Really? Just you me and the Vulcan Ministry of Security, huh? Well, I guess that makes sense, keeping my live-in security detail quiet.”

T’Pol gave him a guarded look and spoke hesitantly. “You may recall that I told you one of my superiors suggested I seduce you in order to position myself at your side to assess and react to any ongoing and developing threats.”

“I remember. I assumed that was a joke.” Trip took in her expression, the glint in her eye, the way her chin was raised in defiance… and his mouth dropped open.

“Are you telling me they think you actually did?” he spluttered.

“My private affairs are none of their concern and so I have chosen not to provide them with any details thereof,” she said haughtily.

“Well, yeah, but… “ He was actually speechless for a moment before frowning thoughtfully. A few things slotted into place. “It probably kinda pissed you off that they suggested it in the first place, even if they didn’t mean it seriously.”

She didn’t look at him but she inclined her head in acknowledgment. “I find the idea of initiating intimate behaviour under false pretenses distasteful, but it wasn’t only that.”

“Having worked with you for several weeks before I was required to act in a security capacity, I had time to assess many aspects of the situation, including your character.” She paused, looking like she wasn’t sure if should continue. He waited patiently.

“Suggesting, even in jest, that I simply seduce you was dismissive of the skills and expertise they were calling on me to employ. It was also reductive of you and humans in general to a sex-driven stereotype, in much the same way Captain Archer’s robot joke relied on one considering Vulcans emotionless automatons,” she finished, finally looking up at him.

Trip blew out a breath. “I guess maybe we’re more alike than different. Humans and Vulcans, I mean.”

T’Pol tilted her head in apparent agreement.

“Plus,” Trip eyed her slyly, “you like keeping something to yourself, getting one over on them.”

Her lack of immediate denial was an effective confirmation of her agreement.

“As I said, my personal affairs are none of their concern,” she said neutrally, but Trip spotted the smug set of her mouth and the amused twinkle in her eye. “Besides, you would have been uncooperative.”

“Uh,” Trip said noncommittally. Seriously?

He must have looked guilty because she huffed and rolled her eyes at him. “I do not say that to imply you are immune to temptation, but you would have been suspicious. Initial dishonesty would have been counterproductive.”

“You’re right. Better you explained yourself first before inviting yourself into my bed and taking over my entire apartment,” he teased, grinning at her.

“As I recall you insisted I sleep in the bedroom. I am not opposed to changing the arrangement if you’d prefer.”

“Nah,” Trip waved a hand in dismissal of the idea. “Absolutely not, it’s all yours. You gonna…?” He raised his eyebrows and leaned his head toward the bathroom.

“Yes,” she responded as she stood. “Will you…?” Her eyes flitted over to the tea caddy.

He nodded with a smile, “Of course.”

T’Pol went to shower and prepare for her nightly meditation.

It was amazing what you could get used to, Trip reflected as he quickly changed for bed and wandered back into the kitchen to make tea. In a few minutes he’d knock on the bedroom door. She’d be sitting there cross-legged on his bed in her pajamas with pillows stacked up behind her. He’d bring her a cup of tea and say goodnight before retiring to the sofa, just as he did most nights. He smiled at the thought.

In that quiet moment of domesticity, standing barefoot in his kitchen with his guard down, Trip suddenly spotted the revelation he’d been trying to avoid and slammed into it face first.

If testing went to plan - and all signs indicated that it would - they’d be finished in a few weeks. He’d get a new assignment, and so would she. Maybe he’d stay in development, or maybe he’d take a deep space posting. He’d always wanted to see the stars.

He could have his kitchen and his bedroom and his life back, but he didn’t want any of it. He didn’t want to move the mugs back where they used to be or rearrange the knives. He didn’t want his favourite blanket, or even his bed, back. He didn’t want T’Pol to take her tea and her candles and go on to her next assignment, back to her life without him, with an ex-fiancé and a disapproving mother.

He didn’t want her to go. At all. Ever. He wasn’t just nursing a silly crush due to the play acting. He was actually in love with her.

It was difficult to breathe through this sudden awareness. Shock and love and anticipatory grief filled his chest and tightened his throat as he stared at the cup in his hand without seeing it. She was going to leave him. What the hell was he going to do?

T’Pol found him there a few minutes later and looked worried by his unusual behaviour.

Her hair was damp, the ends curling slightly in a haphazard way. He wanted to twist a strand around his finger and tell her she was the most beautiful person he’d ever known. He wanted to pull her against his chest and ask her to stay with him forever, but he wasn’t sure if he could form words. He needed to get his head around this before he even tried.

“Trip, are you all right?” she asked, concern evident in her voice.

He swallowed hard. “I’m fine. I guess I’m nervous about the testing,” he said weakly.

T’Pol didn’t look remotely convinced by that, but she didn’t press the issue. She just gently took the cup from his hand and eyed him carefully as she made the tea he’d forgotten all about.

[thesecretherstory0]

i loveee character-driven stories, what’s the plot??? doesn’t matter, give me 5 pages of a character’s internal conflicts, describe their emotional state and tell me about their feelings in details, also 20 pages of the characters relationship with each other, a chapter of the character’s backstory, tell me how they think, tell me their opinions and how they live and why the preferred lifestyle