#want this embedded into the back of my eyelids

[evilpinemarten]

⸻ morning daze

✦ tara carpenter x gn!reader

✦ summary. it's a school morning for you and tara. when you wake up next to her you find her hair a mess and her mood for the day is "i love you. fuck school."

✦ word count. 836

Tara was notorious for having bedhead in the morning. This was obvious though due to her hair always getting messed up even when awake; whether it be running from Ghostface, changing clothes, or simply going downstairs to get the mail, she always found a way to ruffle her hair despite not even touching it. It was one of your favorite things about her. 

But the mornings when she had been sleeping hard were your favorite times. 

The soft skin of her face possessed the indentations of her pillow, while her cheeks held a glowing rouge that expressed the warmth shared between the two of you during the hours of darkness. Her small body was curled up in the blankets as she remained close to you, but she could never fool you with her serenity. She moved in her sleep, and she moved a lot; blame it on her dreams or her body’s comfortability level, she was always stirring. She talked in her sleep too, murmuring through sleepy moans and calling out objections, pleasured expressions, or your name. No matter what it was, you would move towards her, pull the covers up, and nestle yourself into her; shushing her whimpers, pressing kisses to her head, and making sure she could feel your presence. And most of the time, it worked. 

But this morning, she was peaceful and weighed down by sleep, which brought out her dependent nature to compliment. 

“Good morning, my love,” you whispered, brushing Tara’s disheveled bangs from her face.

She smiled back, her eyelids heavy and her breathing soft aside from the drowsy sigh she gave to sink further into her pillow. 

You giggled and kissed her now bare forehead before letting go of her locks, which allowed her messy hair to fall back into place. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mm-hm…” Tara shuffled closer to you and nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck. 

“I can tell.” You traced the red marks that were revealed when the blankets slipped off Tara’s shoulders, “And your dreams?”

Tara hummed, drifting in and out of consciousness as she embraced the love embedded in your contact. She could hardly muster enough strength to reply, but she forced herself into one as she pressed her lips into your neck. “Dreamed of you…”

You smiled as you breathed in her scent, “All good I hope?”

She nodded, wrapping her arm around you to settle into another slumber. She forgot it was a school morning. 

You both had class, and by your grace, you had given her an extra thirty to forty-five minutes of sleep, while you simply spent that time taking in your girlfriend, your sleeping beauty, your Tara Carpenter. “We have to get up, Tara… We have class, remember?”

Tara just whined and held onto you tighter, pressing her body into yours and flinging her top leg over yours to lock you in. “I don’t wanna go…”

Her voice was muffled, having you chuckle, “Huh?”

“I wanna stay in bed with you…,” she kept her position but lifted her head slightly, “Fuck school…”

You laughed and propped yourself up on your forearm, forcing Tara to come up with you. “Look at me.”

She obeyed; her sleepy eyes longing for you as her lower lip puckered out in hopes you would succumb and stay in bed with her. But as much as you wanted to, you knew how strict your professor was on absences, so you had to reluctantly push your desires aside and suffice the both of you with an apologetic but loving kiss on the lips. 

Tara took you eagerly, keeping you a few more moments than you intended, but of course, you didn’t mind. It was the most you could do for her right now after all.

“You know I have to go…”

“I know,” Tara mumbled, leaning into you for a proper morning hug with her arms secured around your waist.

You gave her a few playful nuzzles to make her giggle before sitting back and running your fingers through her tangled hair. “Now, come on. You’re not going to class with your hair like this.”

“Why not?” Tara complained in a small tantrum, watching you slip off the bed and round the corner to pick her up, which she happily accepted despite the pout still present on her face. “You said you liked it…”

“I do!” You brought her to the bathroom where you sat her on the commode to fetch a comb and gently brush through her locks before whispering, “But I like it more when we can stay in bed all morning.”

Tara gave a huff of disappointment before turning back to gaze at you with puppy-dog eyes. “I need another kiss then. You know, to make up for that.”

And with a scoff of amusement, you kissed her.

“We’re staying in bed tomorrow, Y/n.” She smirked when she pulled away to let you resume your grooming. “I’m serious.”

And in turn, you laughed. “We’ll do whatever you want, my love.”

[random-stardew-panda]

||•~The Worst Thing~•||

Harvey (SDV) x reader(female)

Warnings: Language, Violence, Death, Nightmares

Word count: 2.6k

Helloooo everyone! New blog dedicated to my rekindled Stardew Valley obsession. First fic obviously must go to my beloved doctor, you will be seeing him here a lot. I hope you enjoy and hope you don't hold my terrible grammar and probably terrible spelling against me 😅 I have no excuse. English is all I speak and I do it terribly.

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You’ve had an exhausting day, it was the end of the season and you had been fishing all day for the last fish you needed for the community centre and the ones you needed just were not biting.

“Finally!!” You squealed as you reeled up the last fish you needed, sighing loudly you stretched your limbs and groaned as your joints crack softly. It was so much later than you realised, it was already dark out.

You wandered through the town square, eyelids drooping, trying to stay awake when you passed the calendar and help wanted board and your eyes shot open as you rushed over and let your finger scroll over the date and you curse yourself. You had accepted a quest from Clint a week ago to kill 50 Slimes you hadn’t gotten around to finishing it, too busy trying to finish these fishing bundles, today was the last day left! You let your forehead fall against the wall as you look down at your watch, 7pm, you could finish and get home in time surely? You only had 7 left to kill, easy work.

“Harvey is always upset when I get home late…oh but I promised Clint. Uhg…one more late night won’t kill him, I’ll just give him some extra kisses. He can’t stay mad at me.” You giggled and slowly pushed yourself off of the wall and started making your way to the mountains and down into the caves. The trail to the caves felt extra long tonight, you splashed your face in the lake trying to wake yourself up a bit before you entered the caves.

You slash at the monsters in the cave, stumbling at the force behind your swing, you were panting and clinging to the wall of the cave. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea after all…You felt so, so tired…No. No! You only had one more left. You glance down at your watch, 12am…damn it really was getting late.

“One left. One more. I got this…I got this…” You mumble to yourself, repeating the sentiment that you could do this as you start climbing down the ladder, using the inside of your elbow, squeezing the ladder rungs between your forearm and bicep to help support your weary muscles as you climb down, shaking a little bit, two steps from the bottom you lose your footing and slip off the ladder.

“AH!” Your body hits the floor and your head bounces off the ground, you squeeze your eyes shut and lift a shaky hand to your bleeding head, the room feels like it was spinning. “Ow…” you lay there flat on your back on the ground for a moment staring up at the ceiling as a ringing filled your ears, it was at this point you hear the familiar squelching sound of slimes approaching.

With great effort and loud groans you push yourself up onto your hands and knees and are met with 5 slimes, using your sword to push yourself up to your feet you lunge at one of them slashing it in half, your vision is spinning and everything is blurry and out of focus you were cursing yourself, this had been a horrible idea. With every slash at the creatures you staggered trying to catch yourself, every hit from the monsters was causing worse aches in your muscles, cuts and bruises littered your body and you were getting to a point where you had embedded your sword into the ground using it to keep yourself upright leaning on it more than actually attacking the monsters, you desperately tried to kick the slimes away and with the hand that wasn’t white knuckling your sword you tried to swat away the insects cutting into your flesh with their sharp claws. The few slimes left leap up attacking you, smashing into your chest the sudden force knocks you back to the floor, you desperately try to reach out and grab your sword, your hand sliding down your sword slices your palm open as you topple over your head once again hitting the hard ground of the cave, you fall unconscious.

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Linus had seen the farmer go into the mines hours ago but he hadn't seen her leave yet, the farmer always took the path past his tent through the back of the mountains to get back to the farm late at night. He was getting anxious it was almost 2am he had a terrible feeling something was wrong. Linus walked over to the adventures guild and started pounding on the door. After several moments the door was yanked open and a very disgruntled Marlon was standing infront of Linus.

“What?!” Marlon growls a deep frown set in his features.

“I think the Farmer is in trouble. She is still in the mines…”

Marlon groans and turns back into the guild, leaving the door open as he reaches over the counter and pulls his sword up into his arms. He walks out of the guild, pushing past Linus, slamming the door behind him.

“That kid is going to be the death of me…let's go then.” Marlon sheaths his sword and rubs his forehead.

The two men head into the mines, every level was littered with dead creatures and exposed ladders, the farmer had definitely been here. They made their way down more levels of the mines.

“Oh Yoba!!” Linus yells as they round a corner and are met with an unconscious farmer being smothered by creatures, cave insects, slimes, even a stray cave crab was slashing at their defenceless body.

“Well fuck.” Marlon unsheathed his sword and starts slicing at all the creatures making quick work of them. “Get the farmer!!” He yells at Linus as he brings his sword down piercings the crab.

Linus grabs the farmer under her arms and starts dragging her body towards the ladder leaving a trail of blood in the dirt. Marlon quickly grabs the farmers sword off the ground and rushes over to the ladder. Marlon grabs the farmers legs and they quickly climb up to a level with an elevator. As soon as Marlon saw the elevator he grabs the farmer off of Linus and starts carrying her by himself.

“Is she okay? She doesn't look like she is breathing!” Linus is fussing over the unconscious farmer the entire time they are in the elevator. A loud ding sounds and the doors open to the main level of the mines. Marlon sighs with relief.

“Linus. Go get Robin to call the farmhouse. Call Harvey. Get him to the clinic. Tell him Y/n needs him NOW!”

Linus rushes out of the mines sprinting towards Robins house. Marlon follows behind him carrying the limp unconscious body of the farmer in his arms. Marlon kept glancing down at the farmers face he was trying so desperately not to show how alarmed he was. Everyone else was going to freak out someone needed to be to be calm and reasonable but tears filled his eyes as he thought about how injured his dear friend was, was she going to make it…? He shook his head and kept heading out the mountains. No, he couldn’t think like that, he was going to get them to the clinic in time and Harvey was going to save her.

Marlon was rushing past Robins house, the door was wide open, he was the chaos inside, Linus and Robin were practically screaming into the phone as they saw Marlon and the injured farmer rush past the house down towards the town. Maru was pushing past everyone in the hallway, shoving them out of the way as she rushed out to catch up to Marlon.

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*RINGGG RIIINGGG RINGG*

Harvey groaned and rolled over in bed to hold his wife and was suddenly aware of the absence of the second person in his bed he frowned and rubbed his eyes gently tapping around on the bed trying to find her.

*RINGGG RINGGG*

Harvey groans and flings his hand over to the nightstand and blindly feels around until the phone is in his hands.

“Hello?” His voice was gruff and tired.

“Harvey you need to get to the clinic now!!” He was met with Robins frantic voice and he sat up finally starting to wake up.

“Robin? Calm down tell me what is happening?”

“HARVEY NOW YOU NEED TO GO NOW. IT Y/N!” Robin sounded like she was about to burst into tears.

Harvey’s heart stopped, he looked up at the clock on the wall, 2am? She wasn’t home…? His mind was running through every single injury she had ever gotten. Every operation he has had to preform. Every single time he scolded her for staying out so late, for being so reckless. A horrible feeling of dread was starting to choke him.

“I’m leaving right now.” Harvey hung up the phone and flung the blankets of off him.

Harvey was practically flying out of the house, stumbling over his own feet as he grabbed a coat off the hanger and slid his shoes on without even tying the laces. He slammed the door behind him so hard it shook the wall slightly as he ran out of the farmhouse.

Harvey was sprinting towards the town square, towards his clinic, he was fumbling with the keys in his coat pocket. The cold night air was making his tears feel cold. By the time he reached the clinic he was out of breath and trying his hardest not to breakdown but his mind was racing with every horrible outcome. What kind of shape would she be in when she got here? He was pacing around the clinic preparing everything he thought he might need.

It took 10 minutes for Marlon to reach the clinic, Maru rushed in first and held the door open, the sound of the bell dinging caused Harvey to stop dead in his tracks and stare teary eyed at Maru, who looked equally distressed.

“H…Harvey…she isn’t breathing…” Maru has tears in her eyes.

Marlon entered the clinic holding the farmers limp body and he looked like he was about to start shaking and crying. Marlon places the farmer down on an examination table Harvey had already prepared. Harvey was looking wide eyed at Maru for a moment before he rushes over to the table and tries to take his wife’s pulse but he can’t find one, tears are streaming down his face as he stares at his wife, her bruised cut up body laying there in front of him. Maru was softly crying and Marlon was leaning in the corner of the room with an unreadable expression.

“No. No she isn’t…She can’t be.” Harvey climbs up on the table and starts doing CPR.

“Harvey.” Maru steps closer to him but he doesn’t stop, he leans down pressing his lips to his wife breathing air into her lungs.

“Wake up…wake up!” he is pushing down harder against her chest.

“Harvey.”

“NO! SHE IS OKAY. WAKE UP!” Tears are rolling off his cheeks as he keeps giving her chest compressions, leaning down trying desperately to force air into her lungs.

“HARVEY!” Maru yells at him with tears streaming down her face.

“NO SHE CAN’T BE. SHE…she can’t…” His compressions slow down.

“Harvey…” Maru puts a hand on his arm urging him to get down and he shoves her hand away.

He leans down collapsing onto his wife’s body and starts sobbing, he clings to her, wrapping his arms around her as tight as he can.

“Harvey…man you have to stop…” Marlon grabs Harvey’s shoulder and tries to pull him off.

“GET OFF OF ME!” Harvey sobs trying to shove Marlon away.

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Harvey shoots straight up in bed he tried to scream it came out as a strangled wail his voice cracked, his eyes were filled with tears. He was gripping at his heaving chest, gasping desperately for breath. His eyes were darting around the room as he struggled to breathe.

“Harvey…?” You softly whisper as you sit up in bed and place a hand on his arm softly, looking up at him with sleepy eyes you find his hand covering his mouth as he sobs, wide eyed and straight ahead.

“Harvey?! Are you okay? Sweetheart what happened…what's wrong??” You sit up higher on the bed and place one hand on his chest and the other gently on his cheek rubbing your thumb softly over his face whipping away the tears that were streaming over his cheeks.

“H…Harvey..? What's wrong talk to me what happened..? Harvey darling…?” Your voice was shaking a little full of concern

He doesn't even speak as he jerks forward and wraps his arms around you pulling you tightly against his chest as he cries hard into your shoulder

“oh!…Harvey…” you wrap your arms around his head holding him against you, gently running your fingers through his hair softly scratching at his scalp “shhh….shh it's alright sweetheart…it's okay shhh I'm right here it's okay…” his grip on you tightened clinging to you like you were about to disappear, like his arms were the only thing holding you to the earth.

“You were gone…” his voice cracks as he whispers softly continuing to cry into the crook of your neck. “You were…gone and I couldn't save you. I couldn't…” he is gasping for air as he sobs

“hey...hey shhh breathe…breathe I'm right here. I'm right here okay? I'm not gone. I am right here, you have me in your arms, see?” You squeeze him a bit tighter before cupping both his cheeks and lifting his head in your hands so he can look into your eyes

“You were gone y/n…you were g…gone…” he is clinging to you tighter it was a bit uncomfortable but you didn't say anything “You were dea-” he gasps and more tears fill his eyes as he looks into your face “You were dead! You…you were dead in my arms and I couldn't do anything to save you. You were in the mines and I failed you and you were gone. You were gone and you weren't ever coming back.”

You are running your thumbs over his cheekbones as you lean forward and softly kiss him.

“Harvey. I am right here. You need to take a breath and calm down, you are getting yourself all worked up. I am right here. I am right here. Take a breath honey…” you press another more chaste kiss to his lips before pulling him back into a tight hug.

“You're safe..?” He whispers quietly.

“I'm safe.”

“…You aren't going to leave…?”

“Harvey sweetheart. I'm right here and I'm never leaving you okay? Never. I'm staying here with you forever.”

“…P…promise…?” He sniffles quietly as his tears slowly stop.

“Harvey look at me. Hey look at me. I promise you. I promise I am not leaving. I know I'm a little…uh…reckless in the mines sometimes and I'm so sorry I didn't know it was upsetting you this much. I'll be more careful. I promise. Come back to sleep…” you softly rub his chest “I promise I'll be here in the morning too.” You kiss his cheek as he pulls you down onto his chest, holding you tight against his body, he sighs deeply as you snuggle up with him.

“I love you so much My Love…you mean the world to me.” Harvey sighs quietly as he squeezes you tighter. You kiss his cheek a few times softly rubbing your nose against his jaw.

“I love you Harvey. Always.” You softly trace invisible patterns over his chest as he slowly drifts off to sleep, you stay up a while after he falls asleep making sure he sleeps soundly. His arm draps loosely over you even as he sleeps he wants to feel you close to him.

“Goodnight Harvey...” You kiss him one last time, smiling softly and put your head down on his chest letting yourself finally fall back asleep.

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[planete777]

꒰ BABY BOY .:. LN4 ꒱

(lando norris x fem!reader)

IN WHICH. y/n knows how to treat her boy; lando loves it all.

WARNINGS. 18+, MINORS DNI!, sub!lando x softdom!reader, unprotected p in v, riding, bondage, use of blindfold, choking, slight dumbification, lactation kink, pre-consented overstimulation, praise kink, lando just gets treated right!!!

NOTE. reverse reverse!! guess who's domming this time 🙈 after my friend said that lando looked like someone i would dom (fact), i've been planning on writing something pretty self indulgent like this. and after the whole discussion about his boob/lactation kink... yh i'm going wild!! im a tad bit sick rn so it might not be as good as usual, butttt i hope you enjoy it 🤭

credit to @bangssefi for the dividers.

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"you okay, baby?"

y/n shifts to settle her hips just mildly off lando's crotch. she sees how his fingers twitch, writhing to rest on her waist, yet they've got a smooth red ribbon cascading and meandering upon the soft skin, binding both hands to the head board.

he whimpers, lip caught between his teeth, but nods. the cloth around his eyes slide up, minutely, and a gentle hand pulls it back down again.

"that's good," y/n smiles, although lando's blind to it, "you remember what we talked about?"

lando takes a while to reply, breaths in rapid succession, "yeah."

y/n wishes he can see her, but all she can do is let her touch bleed enough reassurance into his flushed skin, cupping his cheek, "baby, you're good, i promise... unless you want us to stop."

"no! please i— i'm just really horny. keep going i'm begging you," lando's words leave in an almost-sob, hands finding their way to clench around each other and his legs bending upwards. his girlfriend soothes him again, hot body gluing to his own and pillowy lips pushing into the skin of his forehead. he doesn't realise how much he needed it, his body untangling every tense knot embedded in his muscles, and he's relaxing into the sheets.

"ready, baby?"

lando replies with a whorish mixture of a moan and whine, hearing the dull snap of his girlfriend's bra clasp being unhooked. his mouth puddles with saliva, toes curling as his hands begin to tremble. his brain feels chopped to pieces and blended, giving him some sort of a hazy euphoria.

"open your mouth, lan'," there's a warm hand gently, but firmly, gripping his chin, and he's dropping his jaw, tongue stuck out like a slab of meat.

y/n's pushing the tit into his mouth and fuck, he has to clench his fists to not cum right there and then. it's so warm and heavy, his tongue coming to flick at the swollen nipple, and y/n's moaning so thickly, lando's cock plumps up even more than he thought it could.

"good boy," she sighs, eyes closed in veiling pleasure, "look at you, lando."

she's hitting right where it sends him crazy, it's pulling out a dirty whine, mouth sloppily moving against her nipple and then she's squeezing her breast.

the milk is so sweet, and so good, lando doesn't think he could get through it without crying. he's lapping messily, some of it trickling down his chin, and y/n wishes she could paint the picture behind her eyelids forever.

"fuck, you're so beautiful, baby boy, you're making me feel so good," her mouth just tumbles away, barely thinking as the pleasure seeps down to her weeping pussy, and the unexpected endearment has lando moaning loudly, mouth falling open, making the milk drip into the crease of his neck.

"y/n, please, fuck me," his voice is strained and broken, like it's been completely char grilled, and his girlfriend moves downwards to lick her tongue into his mouth. it's a rather soft, heated makeout, y/n licking, and biting and soothing as she goes. her breasts are welding into his chest, leaking milk into his skin and the sheet, and he feels so filthily good.

a hand grips his cock, tight and assertive, and he's choking and bucking his hips, whimpering at the sweet relief that washes from the pleasure.

"oh fuckkk."

his legs are quivering, his fingers dig half moons into his palms and his vision is so dark and concealing that every touch feels like a thousand zaps of electricity. y/n's strokes, just teasingly, and his legs are shaking, mouth slack open and unyielding.

there's no warning when y/n sits upright and drags her cunt over his dick like a tight, hot, plush cock ring. she's groaning and clenching when lando let's out a sound he's never heard from himself before. it's a scream borderline wail, and he's so fucking close to cumming, he tried to think of something else to flatten the knot.

"y/n, shit, you feel so good," his eyes are watering, catching the cloth around his head, and he's drooling before he's even property fucked.

his girlfriend grinds, caressing his face with a touch as light as feather, "so do you, baby boy. making me feel so so good, i love you."

his heart is swelling, and he's going to return the endearment when there's a slam of hips against his own and he's gasping, eyes flying open behind the blindfold. there's a litany of sounds that escape him, he can't even place what they are, but they all melt into sobs and moans as y/n's hips speed up.

his arms are so strained, he can barely feel them, and all he can is the repeating weighted drop of of his girlfriend, the slick grinds of her pussy against his crotch and the suffocating grip of her cunt around his cock, milking it for all it has.

"god, lando, your cock," she sounds so gone and slutted out, he's speechless, "you're so amazing for me."

the praise is too much. she's unrelenting with it all, the words, the riding, the love, that he's cumminh with no warning, spurting hot stickiness deep into her pussy.

"fuck fuck fuck, y-y/n— oh shit!"

there's a visceral tremble through his flesh, and he's so sensitive everywhere, he must be on fire. but y/n's not stopping.

her hips are eager and hungry on his cock, and after a while, lando stops bucking up his hips to meet her thrusts because he's tingly all round and all he can do is cry.

"you can give me one more, baby, can't you?"

he hears it, trust he does, but his throat feels grated, and he has no control over his brain. it's all milky and cloudy up there, and as his girlfriend continues to hop on his cock, the more hazy everything becomes.

he fucking loves it.

"can't speak baby boy?"

it's slighting taunting, but endeared nonetheless. she slows down, palms raking his chest, pulling at his nipples and then she's pressing a hand into his throat and squeezing.

they'd discussed it before, agreed that they'd both like to try it out with boundaries set, but fucking hell, lando never expected it to feel this good. his eyes are rolling behind his head and he's nodding, high pitched moans being pulled from his throat.

and then she's moving again, bouncing and slapping her hips, and what can lando do but indulge and let her? his cock is so hard again, it's nearly painful, and his face is so wet and clammy with tears.

"come on, baby, cum for me," y/n's moaning out, another hand flicking at his nipple as her fingers press further into his neck.

it's not on his own accord that he's cumming, semen dribbling pathetically into the plush walls, and he's feeling y/n tighten around him.

she's about to cum, but instead of feeling the warm wetness trickle down his dick, y/n is telling him to open his mouth, and a half-assed aim of milk sprays onto his face, narrowly missing his mouth.

he licks at whatever he gets, face wet and so fucking ruined, before she's properly cumming, body tense and juices flowing.

"yes, baby, just like that— hmm."

she's riding it out before stopping, leaning forward to press kisses into his wet skin.

"how are you feeling, baby?"

there's no words to describe it. he just says whatever comes to mind.

"i wanna see you, please."

there's a soft laugh, "i'm taking that as a 'i feel fucking great'."

lando grins at that, tiredly, as he nods, just as fingers nimbly untie the cloth around him. he blinks, acclimatising his vision, before seeing y/n, fucked out and glorious, before him.

"you're so beautiful, y/n," he sighs, watching as y/n leans forward, tits in his face, to detangle the silk around his wrists. his visions zeroes in on them, and pushes forward to give each one a kiss.

"that's all you, baby boy," she's sitting upright again, and he immediately wraps his hands around her waist, "all you."

[nyimasu]

BLEACH MEN, PART 1

───── 𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝑇𝑈𝑅𝑁𝑆 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑀 𝑂𝑁

— CHARACTERS : Urahara Kisuke, Hirako Shinji, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

— CONTENT WARNING : sex toys, fingering, oral (f receiving), lingerie kink, rough manhandling, bdsm content (primal sex play, biting), use of pet names, dry humping, bits of breast play, cervix fucking, creampie, dacryphilia

ANYA'S CORNER : this is the first part of my bleach hcs regarding men. soon I will be digging into the beautiful world of bleach women too 🤍

you can find the second part here !

REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!

✧. URAHARA KISUKE — SEX TOYS

It doesn’t matter if he’s on the receiving end or you are. At the end of the day, Urahara Kisuke is the winner, and the victor takes it all.

“Kisuke, ‘s too much. Be gentler, please.”

The low buzzing cuts off, its pressure vanishes from your aching clit and a soft kiss in the crook of your knee follows your words, as if to accept them. Then the tender moment turns into a steamy one when a chuckle comes from the man nestled between your legs. 

Tonight you lose yourself in his eyes. His bucket hat is gone — probably because you are the one wearing it by the man’s explicit request. Mind you, that’s the only garment you have on. 

He’s so unpredictable, your lover.

Kisuke’s breath caresses your thighs as he finally raises his head, silvery gaze skittering all over your form until a hand of his comes to cup your breasts. The other one stays where it was before, three fingers buried in you with his thumb right above your little bundle of nerves.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry. Do you want to stop? Are you feeling hot? 

Here, let me help you.”

The slight pressure on your lower half disappears but before you can snap back at the lack of touch, puffs of fresh air glide over you and you sigh in relief the moment the man kisses your wet folds and his fan provides you a much needed break. 

The scenario in which you find yourself starring as the main character is always the same: you, sprawled on the futon you and Kisuke share while the man experiments on your body. Every day a new invention of his to test out, and you’re his most willing victim. 

It’s intoxicating, really, the realisation you feel every time: to be worthy of unrestrained passion, reverence even, from such a poised person as Urahara Kisuke is. 

Especially if your praises for his work, laced with strings of his name and soft pants, get to push him beyond his own limits.

Back to reality, you stare at the scene unfolding before you. It’s as if every frame of it is embedded in your eyelids, yet you can’t help but tilt your head to the side and spread your legs further, fingers sneaking down to press on either side of your lower lips for Kisuke to suck in a groan. The sound goes straight to your pussy, and he sees it when he stoops over it, humming in elation at your body’s reactions to each movement of his. 

Painfully so, because now the fan he’s been using to both pleasure and torment you for no one knows much clicks shut. A moan escapes you at that, and that’s when the man goes ballistic.

Needy are his hands once they’re on you again, his thrusts against the futon to relieve some of the strain in his pants are futile. They don't compare to your warmth. With that in mind, his voice breaks under his own appetite when he says, 

“Are you ready for me? I won’t hold back this time.”

You nod and under your lust-filled pupils, the white fan liquifies in the man’s hold once more, moulding itself into a shape you are very familiar with. Your tensed muscles relax instantly with Kisuke’s tongue flattened on your engorged bud, this time sparing it the attention of his newest invention. Of course he turned his beloved fan turned into a vibrator moulded after his own dick.

A little joke of yours that Kisuke made sure you will never forget, just to “remind you he can have your every hole at any time of the day just with a flick of his wrist.” 

Oh, and he has a portable cast of your pussy. For scientific purposes, by all means.

It’s only natural for a man of science like him, now, isn’t it?

✧. HIRAKO SHINJI — LINGERIE KINK

The man is too stunned to speak. A rare occurrence, since Hirako is well known for being pretty quick at giving others a piece of his mind. But with you, he’s perpetually at a loss of words.

You spin yourself around again, slower this time, to give him a full show of your naked self but for the lace set of bra and panties hugging your forms just right. Your lips curl in a teasing smile as you watch the blondie fall down in a spiral of despair. 

All because of the lingerie. It’s always been the biggest kink of his.

Alas, his eagerness to fuck you stupid in the expensive sets he buys for you never diminish its grip on him, on the contrary. 

Shinji can’t get enough to see you walking around the house wearing only a satin babydoll, a pair of black panties with little golden ribbons on the back. 

More, more.

“What do you think? Does it look good on me?”

His grin is feral and it follows the beckoning sign of his hand, motioning for you to come closer. Once you do, he’s quick to encircle your waist with his arms and bend his head towards your chest. The wetness of his tongue sends shivers down your spine and you arch your back against him for more. 

He notes it and chuckles, and with the most shit-eating grin he’s able to pull off right now with your tits in his mouth, he deadpans, “Not tonight.” 

And with that the man’s lips let go of your nipples, and you bite back a curse. If you complain, he’s going to prolong the moment and drive you more insane than usual. 

The moment he falls to his knees while leaving a trail of kisses on your navel, his hands explore the thin fabric around your waist. That alone should’ve been enough warning for you. Then he draws a loud moan out of your throat, and it’s too late.

Hazy eyes set on his as he places an open-mouthed kiss on your clothed pussy, sucking the wetness leaking through the lace loudly. He’s doing it on purpose.

Your fingers glide through his hair, a sigh escaping your parted lips as you do so. Its length reaches below his waist once again but you yank just at his roots to make him go faster. You feel his cock slap against your leg when he shifts position, tongue slipping through the garment while his nose hits your clit.

"Shin- Fuck."

Another sob of yours is all it takes for him to get on his feet, spin you around to bend you over the bed, roughly push aside the panties and ease himself in you in one go. His own pants mix with yours and it feels so good.

All because Shinji can’t get enough of the sensation of the lavish texture and your greedy walls brushing and hugging his cock.

✧. GRIMMJOW — PRIMAL SEX PLAY

The first time he saw you come undone around his fingers, with your pretty face scrunched in ecstasy and your inner walls sucking him in impossibly close, he made an oath to you and himself. 

He was ready to indulge every capricious whim of your heart as long as you were prepared to do the same with his. 

Except Grimmjow is prone to more… animalistic tendencies, per se. Nonetheless, you had agreed by pulling him closer for a messy kiss he accepted, digging his teeth into your lower lip when your nails sank into the flesh of his back.

After the agreement, you’d always play a little game, the two of you. No matter the circumstance, the one who eventually ends up on their back or stomach most of the time — be it against a wall or laid down on either a bed or the floor itself — is you.

Today is no different and a grunt crawls its way out of your lungs. 

Furious with yourself for losing again, you whip your head to the side and stare at your partner. Light blue orbs bore holes in yours as he bares his teeth at you and grunts, just to spite you, to which you reply by licking the sliver of his arm’s skin you can reach before biting the flesh. Blood spills from the tiny wound and Grimmjow straight out hisses now, his callous fingers forcefully running through your hair to keep you in place. “You fucking bit me, woman.”

Your knees, pressed on either side of his waist, quiver around him. But you don’t back off and reply with a heated, “What about it? You deserve it. 

You cheated today.” 

His whole body is caging you on the floor of his residence in the Hueco Mundo, and the coolness radiating from it balances out the heatwave engulfing your senses. He’s a breadth away from literally tearing all your clothes apart with his teeth. 

"You're just a sore loser who talks back too much for my liking. I'm faster and stronger than you. It's only natural for me to win, woman. Uhm, what should I do with you?" his smirk borders sadism when his dominant hand wraps around your throat. Not enough to cut the air out of you, but tight to the point where you throw your head back and pant.

The Arrancar has fucked you so many times using all of his antics that now nothing he does really scares you anymore, rather it riles you up. 

And seeing you so boundless turns him on in a split second. 

His hair kisses your body as the sound of fabric being torn apart buzzes in your ears. Your pants, shirt and underwear? Gone. Ripped to shreds by the Espada’s touch. 

Grimmjow is really destroying your wardrobe each time he’s in a hurry to fuck you, and you bite the expanse of flesh between his thumb and pointer finger on your throat in retaliation.

He stops in his tracks, and the look he pins you down with is positively murderous. 

“You tryin’ to make yourself bleed till morning?”

"What if I am? What are you going to do about it?" you challenge him with your eyes and buck your hips upward to meet his clothed ones halfway. His startled grunt persuades you to do it again. 

But this time his hold on you slides to your hips, and he anchors himself on them with his free hand while the one on your throat snakes down to palm himself through his pants. 

It doesn't take long for your jaw to go slack at the sight of the prominent outline of his erection and Grimmjow nips at the expanse of skin behind your ear before growling: 

“Want my cock so bad, woman? Take it, then”, his last piece of cloth rolls down to his knees, too impatient to take it off unlike his sash and jacket.

“Make me feel good, yeah?”

Eyes roll in the back of your head once you feel his tip prod at your entrance. He falls on the heavier side, and his generous girth fills you up to the brim in a moment.

Once he feels you relax a bit around him, his thrusts gain momentum and he drives himself so deep in you by grabbing you by the back of your thighs to shove them closer to your torso that tears roll down your cheeks without you noticing. Grimmjow kisses your cervix over and over again while his tongue licks clean your cheeks.

He adores how glassy your eyes turn whenever he's balls deep in you, how fragments of tears get stuck in your pretty eyelashes.

"Grimmjow." his names tumbles off your lips so naturally and he fights against his instincts, the urge to flip you on your back and claim you in the most primal position.

He feigns ignorance and sink his fingers further in your flesh. "What?"

"Come in me. I need to f-feel you."

Your fingers somehow wander on his body as you say so, and with whatever strength is left, your nails climb up his back to trace with unbridled fury the lines and curves of the number '6' tattooed on him. The man's grunts grow in volume and you respond with an elated laugh laced with wanting.

He looks down at you, and his lips clash against yours in a battle for dominance, a battle with no holds barred.

Despite being considered too raw for anyone else, Grimmjow has some tiny pieces of humanity left in him and as he slows down to hover over you and cum into your pulsing walls with a low groan — he refuses to do so elsewhere — his bites on your chin and short hums chanted against your neck while you clench around him are somewhat tender. 

Who says Espadas can’t be happy with humans?

© azanthys — do not copy, translate, repost and modify my works.

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

Reader feeling Eddies cock piercings for the first time inside her pussy and going cock drunk and crying while Eddie fucks her. Bonus points if reader lets out a sharp gasp or a long moan while scratching eddies back when he first pushes in

OMG YES YES YES!

p**n star!eddie has a frenum piercing, and he’s used to getting all sorts of compliments on it. it feels good inside of his partners, it’s fun to play with while giving head or a handjob, the works. you’ve never been with someone who had a dick as massive as eddie’s, let alone a man who had said dick pierced. this was a new experience to you the first time you had sex with him, but it wasn’t unpleasant at all. it was anything but, actually.

the first time he entered you with his long, thick cock, you gasped and grabbed onto his back. feeling his girth stretching you out, along with the piercing on his cock, was so painfully delicious that you needed to hold onto something. you scratched hard down his back as he pushed further inside, the metal of his piercing scraping your walls as his cock filled you up. everything hurt, but it was the best type of pain you ever fucking experienced in your life. he didn’t stop until he was balls-deep, all nine inches of that huge cock inside of you, and tears leaked from your eyes as you felt him against your cervix. he wasn’t thrusting yet; he was looking at you worriedly, his forehead pressed to yours as he shushed you gently.

“shhh, i know,” he said tenderly, kissing each of your eyelids before stroking your hair. “i know it hurts, baby. i’m sorry.”

“but it hurts so fucking good,” you breathed, one hand winding in his long dark hair as you pulled him down for a hot kiss. he moaned in your mouth, his tongue piercing swirling around before you suck on it for a moment. eddie drew in a sharp breath, drawing away as a string of saliva connected your lips together. “fuck me, eddie. i’ll be fine, i promise.”

eddie started off slowly, wanting you to adjust to his size before he did anything too crazy. it didn’t take long for you to beg him to go harder, though, and he was happy to oblige. you could feel that piercing inside of you, pressing against your walls as he mercilessly fucked you. that, along with him thrusting against your cervix, caused more tears to leak down your cheeks.

“you’re a fucking vixen, you know that?” eddie panted in your ear, throwing your legs over his waist as he railed into you at an impossibly faster pace. “taking every single inch of my cock like it’s nothing, as if your tight little pussy was made just for me.”

“you feel so fucking good,” you said, nails tearing at his skin as he snapped his hips back and forth at a rough pace. “i can feel your piercing inside of me, too.”

“oh yeah?” eddie asked, smirking down at you as he pulled out just a little. he began fucking directly into your g-spot, lifting your hips to find a perfect angle. “how’s that, hm? can you feel it now?”

your eyes rolled back as he pounded into that spot, hands embedded in his hair as you struggled to speak. you were so fucking drunk on his dick right then, and you knew that you were going to have one hell of a good orgasm soon. the coil in your belly was so tight, and it felt as if you need to take a piss without the actual urge to go. that was always a pretty big indicator, and eddie was going to make sure you got there. he was drilling you, his lips all over your skin as he left hickey after hickey behind. his tongue piercing traced over one of your nipples, flicking it with the cool metal as he gazed up at you.

“i want you to show me just how fucking much you love my cock,” he breathed, tugging your nipple roughly in his teeth as you cried out. “piercing and all. i want you to make the biggest goddamn mess that i’ve ever seen, baby. show those women i do films with how it’s truly done.”

[flowerandblood]

Wicked prayers, sweet penances

[modern! priest • Aemond x Strong • female]

[warnings: religious guilt, incest, sexual tension, fluff]

[description: Aemond, a deeply religious person, enters the seminary, wanting to fight the thoughts, that have been poisoning his mind for years at the sight of his niece. He returns home as a priest, but the desire he has been running away from returns to him again. A story full of incest, sexual tension and religious guilt.]

Next parts: Masterlist

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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Aemond hadn't prayed as earnestly as he had today in many evenings. His whole body tensed at the thought of what awaited him. He knew that God was testing him again and he felt helpless. He did everything he could to tame his body.

He fasted longer than anyone else, studied and read more than anyone else, prayed more than anyone else. However, it was enough for him to cross the threshold of his family home when she was there, and he would return back to the very beginning of his path.

She was the middle child, younger sister to Jace and older sister to Luke. She inherited from her father beautiful, wavy hair, dexterity and ease of expression, assertiveness. After her mother, or rather her grandmother, Aemma, she received the gift of gentleness, empathy and understanding. Unlike her brothers, she was not easily upset and quarrelsome. Her dark eyebrows contrasted wonderfully with her bright blue eyes.

Though by faith he managed to keep his resentment towards Luke and their past to a minimum, praying every day for his salvation, Aemond's feelings for her felt like a splinter embedded in his heart. He felt embarrassed and despaired that he was unable to rid himself of these sinful and ungodly thoughts.

Even when they were children, he noticed that he had different feelings for her than the rest of the family. She had always been good, affectionate and kind to him. They read books together and fantasized about who they would be in the future. When her father suddenly died in an accident, she had trouble falling asleep. She often crept into his room in the night, crawling under his covers, and he pretended not to notice. He heard her crying softly behind his back.

As soon as he felt she fell asleep, he turned to face her. He would then embrace her and stroke her hair. It seemed to him that he saw her eyelid twitch, that she was only pretending that she was asleep, that she had come to him for this comfort and tenderness.

Sometimes she opened her eyes, and then they looked at each other in silence. They would then lean towards each other and place innocent, short, baby kisses on each other's cheeks and lips. They fell asleep with their foreheads touching each other.

He understood then that he had fallen in love with her, but he didn't realize that this kind of love could not take place with such close relatives. It wasn't until he became a teenager that he realized what he was feeling was wrong. The guilt and self-loathing were unbearable. He was relieved when he lost an eye. He thought maybe that would make her reject him.

He was wrong. After that accident, she wanted to be with him all the time. She stayed by his bedside, read books to him, told him about what was going on at school. He didn't speak to her or look at her.

One evening she asked if she had done anything wrong, feeling that he was drifting away from her in mind and heart. She looked at him pleadingly and all he wanted then, was to kiss her and assure her of his boundless, undying love.

Instead, he said that the problem was with him, and that he didn't want her to visit him anymore. The sight that was painted on her face then he will remembered for the rest of his life. After she left, tears fell from his cheek onto the sheets all night.

His mother often came to him to pray with him. She explained to him that God loves each of His children, and that everything that happens to us has meaning. That he challenges people to make them stronger. As soon as Aemond graduated from high school, he decided to enter the seminary.

He was relieved that he might have found his way in life, his calling. From then on, he rarely came home and made sure his niece was never around. He did everything in his power to forget about her and devote himself entirely to the priestly ministry.

Now, however, his half-sister's wedding was approaching. He knew he couldn't refuse and had to show up at the event. Moreover, he was to marry them in the church in front of their entire family. The very thought made him sick, but he couldn't refuse the pleas of his mother and father.

On the wedding day, he appeared in the sacristy earlier, wanting to prepare everything properly. He felt his whole body tense, his throat felt dry, his hands trembled slightly. He prayed silently that God would give him the strength to go through it all, that he wouldn't let him stray from the right path.

He heard the guests slowly entering the church and shuddered at the thought.

He hadn't seen her for several years.

He wondered what she would look like. He thought that perhaps seeing her would make him feel nothing at all.

Maybe he cares too much about it.

He was pleased with that thought. One of the altar boys helped him put on the proper robes. He left the sacristy from the altar side, trying to look directly at the entrance to the church, not at any of the visitors. He felt his heart pounding.

The ceremony went smoothly. He focused on what he had to do, the stress easing slightly. He sat in a large ornate chair as the altar boy read from the Old Testament, his fingers tapped restlessly against his armrest. Unable to bear the tension and curiosity, his gaze darted to the side, to the benches where people were sitting.

He saw her right away. She sat between Jace and Luke, Jace whispering something in her ear. She listened intently with a slight, amused smile. She was wearing an ornate cream dress with puffed sleeves, part of her hair was pinned back, the rest fell freely on her shoulders. Wildflowers were woven into her hair.

He thought she looked like spring personified.

Shocked, he couldn't take his eye off her. He felt a wave of heat run through his body and a pleasant, familiar thrill of desire. He swallowed hard and froze when he saw their eyes meet, and she stopped her speech in mid-sentence, staring at him with wide eyes.

He thought she would look away, hurt and rejected. But she smiled at him so beautiful, so warmly, as if it was the greatest moment of her life. Her lips trembled, her eyes expressed longing, joy and some indescribable, hot feeling. He felt something snap within him, his mask falling down. He had the impression that in that one moment she could see everything he wanted to hide on his face.

That he reciprocated every single one of her feelings.

He shuddered as he saw the altar boy come down from the platform, and now it was time for him to read a passage from the Gospel. He felt his throat tighten all over, like he wouldn't be able to utter a word. Holding back the trembling of his hands, he opened the Bible at the marked spot.

"This is the law I give you: Have love one for another, even as I have love for you.

Greater love has no man than this that a man gives up his life for his friends. You are my friends, if you do what I give you orders to do. No longer do I give you the name of servants; because a servant is without knowledge of what his master is doing: I give you the name of friends, because I have given you knowledge of all the things which my Father has said to me.

You did not take me for yourselves, but I took you for myself; and I gave you the work of going about and producing fruit which will be for ever; so that whatever request you make to the Father in my name he may give it to you.

This is the gospel of the Lord."

"Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ." The crowd answered him, and they all sat back in their pews to listen to his homily.

He stood silent for a moment, his gaze returning to her. She stared at him with her lips slightly parted, her eyebrows twitching in a mixture of joy and pain at the same time. He looked away from her, trying to focus on what he was about to say.

"Love. We all love someone. It's easy for us to say the word. How can we be sure that we truly love someone? Is it enough that we want to sacrifice ourselves for this person? Is it enough for us to think about him or her every day? Is it enough for us to comfort this person when she collapses in despair?

If you think about it, you will find that man always loves too little. He always loves selfishly, for himself. Therefore, for true love, man needs God. We seek his blessing, even today, here, to reassure ourselves that what we are doing is right. So let us pray today that we may always love properly, as God Himself has taught us.

Amen."

He sat down in his chair, giving the crowd a moment to focus and think about what he said. He was fighting hard not to look at her, his hands and face all clenched and tense. He couldn't help it, his eye darted to her.

He saw her staring at him with tears in her eyes. She looked down as Luke leaned over her, apparently asking her what was wrong. She just cuddled up to her brother's arm, never looking at him again.

The time has come to celebrate the Eucharist. Aemond, chalice in hand, descended several flights of stairs with one of the altar boys, to administer the Eucharist to the faithful. They lined up in front of him. He shivered as he saw out of the corner of his eye that she was standing awaiting her turn, her eyes down to the floor.

After a moment she stood in front of him. They both gasped, as they saw each other for the first time in so many years. Aemond thought she was already a woman, but still looked very girlish. She had a beautiful, slender body, enhanced by the dress she was wearing.

"Body of Christ." He spoke so low and quietly that she probably barely heard him.

"Amen." She answered just as quietly. He shivered at the sound of her voice and the sight of her slightly parted mouth.

He could see her soft, full lips and wet, pink tongue perfectly now. He placed the Eucharist on her tongue, her lips lightly brushing the skin of his fingers as he removed his hand. He could feel its wetness on his skin, and he couldn't stop the feeling of heat that he felt in the lower part of his body. He was glad the robe covered him.

When it was over, he locked himself in the sacristy, stripping off his robes impatiently and furiously. He ran a hand over his face, wondering if he should even go to the wedding if a few seconds with her had left him in such a state. However, he promised his mother that he would stay there at least for the first two hours, so as not to upset the bride and groom.

Resigned, he backed out of the church and headed for his car, heading straight to the wedding hall. He was wearing only black pants and a black shirt with a clerical collar. He decided not to wear a cassock, so as not to draw more attention to himself than necessary. He knew it was going to be a hard night for him.

He managed to find a parking space and headed towards where the event was supposed to take place. From the entrance his mother embraced him, flooded with tears.

"Son, that was a beautiful homily. I'm so proud of you." She said tenderly, stroking his arm. Aemond thought that if she only knew what was going on in his head, she would loathe him.

"Thank you, mom." He said dispassionately.

They entered a room surrounded by round tables. He found a piece of paper with his name on it, sat next to his brother and sister. Aegon didn't even wait for the first toast, he made himself a drink right away. Aemond looked away, unable to lecture him further. He wasn't listening anyway.

Helaena and his mother were talking about the bride's dress and the decoration of the hall, which they liked very much. Aemond wasn't listening, completely uninterested in the subject. He felt a great tension, his eye kept escaping towards the entrance. Everyone started clapping and stood up as the bride and groom entered the room.

His heart tightened as he saw her enter the room right behind them, her face pale and distracted. Apparently, the joy of seeing him had already passed, giving way to the gray reality of what their relationship was like now. She looked for him, and when she saw him, she sighed softly.

Everyone sat back at the tables. Warm food was served, the first toasts and conversations rang out. Then the music was turned on, the first people went to the dance floor. He saw that she was talking to Baela about something, playing with her delicate necklace. His gaze involuntarily strayed to her triangle neckline, the slight outline of her breasts, her long neck. He pursed his lips as he took a sip of his wine.

She, Baela, and Rhaena started dancing as Boney M's "Daddy Cool" was playing. She looked as if she had suddenly regained her joy and good humor. She danced between her half-sisters, her movements were light and subtle, mixed with her characteristic energy.

They looked like they were having a great time, constantly sending each other signals, laughing at each other, grabbing hands, pressing their bodies against each other once in a while. They seemed to have developed a strong bond over the years.

Aegon began to babble at him, apparently growing slowly drunk. Aemond answered him in half sentences, completely uninterested in exchanging any opinions with him. His brother suddenly noticed who he had been looking at all along.

"Oh, our niece. She's grown into a beauty, huh? It's a shame we're her uncles." He grunted as he sipped his drink. Aemond gave him a look that could kill and didn't comment further.

Aemond found himself unable to bear it. Even though he quit smoking years ago, he asked his brother to lend him a cigarette and a lighter. As soon as he got what he wanted, he went out to the back of the wedding hall, into a small garden. He lit a cigarette and took a quick drag, exhaling the smoke through his nose. He thought he was pathetic and no different from Aegon.

He heard "Don't you (forget about me)" by Simple Minds playing in the background and felt melancholy. She often listened to it on her MP3 player when they were kids, humming it nonstop. He heard footsteps on the grass and turned involuntarily. His eye widened in shock, his lungs contracted, and he choked on the smoke.

His niece ran up to him completely barefoot, grabbing his arm, slapping him on the back. He held up his hand signaling her to stop as his airway was clear again. They looked at each other, she couldn't help but laugh a little.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." She said lightly, apparently the scene made her feel more confident. "Just wanted to come say hello. It's been so many years." She said lowering her gaze, clasping her hands together.

Aemond stared at her, speechless. Little did she know that his worst nightmare was unfolding before his very eyes. His heart was pounding like crazy. His cigarette spit out slowly. He swallowed hard, looking away from her, taking another drag, his hand trembling slightly.

"I… I wanted to apologize to you. For whatever I did to you back then. I wish we could start talking again." She said, there was a note of desperation in her voice, probably because he wasn't talking to her. Aemond gave her a surprised, disbelieving look at the thought that all this time she had thought she had done something to him. That it was her fault. His lips trembled.

"I already told you. This isn't about you, it's about me." He said, exhaling smoke through his nose, feeling out of breath, her closeness, the wine and the taste of the cigarette mixing in his head. He felt that she was staring at him intensely, he couldn't bear that gaze. He was afraid that he was on the verge of doing something very bad.

"Please explain to me what you mean. Let me understand." She said, stepping closer to him and he squeezed his eye shut, shaking his head, massaging the space between his eyes.

"Go back inside." He spoke coldly and low. He heard her inhale sharply, but she didn't move an inch.

"No. Don't you think I deserve at least an explanation?" She asked in pain, her voice slightly quavering in despair.

"No. No, you don't deserve it." He hissed, turning his gaze to her. She stared at him in disbelief, her lips trembling slightly, only pain in her eyes. He saw that her body was trembling, her breathing was ragged. She pursed her lips, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

She sobbed in front of him, and he felt his soul shatter into a thousand pieces. He wondered why God had made him suffer so much. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her tear-stained face into his chest. He swallowed hard, turning his face away, not wanting her to see what was written on his face.

He thought resignedly, that now all he wanted to do was take her to his hotel room above the wedding hall and fuck her all night. Maybe then she would finally understand what a monster he was, and leave him alone. His lip quivered at the thought.

"Do you want to come with me to my room?" He whispered helplessly, his voice trembling. He felt a shiver run through her as she looked at him in disbelief. For a moment she was unable to utter a word.

"Y-yes, yes, I want, I want to go with you." She said quickly. Aemond dropped his cigarette to the ground and pinned it down with his shoe.

"Come."

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As always, if you like it or you want to be tagged, leave a comment, I'll be very happy. ♥

@zenka69 @melsunshine @opheliaas-stuff

[bakageta]

Next part of the untitled blue beetle fic! Nothing super body horror-y in this one, just build up. Khaji is getting ideas in its little scarab head, tho.

Jaime didn’t start having nightmares until he and his family moved back into their rebuilt home.

The first night, Jaime woke up gasping, tears in his eyes. Khaji burned under his skin. The scarab was frantically processing their surroundings, searching for any reason for its host’s distress. Jaime took huge, bellowing breaths, loud enough that he was worried that he might have woken up his family.

But the house had been rebuilt stronger and sturdier than any landlord would have bothered. No one woke. Jaime calmed on his own. He didn’t want to try going back to sleep.

Scarab still buzzing in his veins, Jaime headed to the kitchen. In law school he'd picked up a habit of making and drinking chamomile tea. The motions and steps were as soothing as the tea itself, and the neighbors had given them baked goods to go along with the dinners. He sat at his spot at the dinner table, nibbling at a cookie while he waited for his tea to cool.

"S'okay, Khaji. It was just a nightmare."

You were frightened.

"Yeah." He reached across his chest with his empty hand to touch the scarab’s leg where it was embedded around his shoulder. The new strap of tendon flexed under his hand. Jaime liked to think it was Khaji reacting to his attempt at reassurance, but he wasn’t entirely sure. It was the intent that mattered, he thought.

This did not happen at the hotel.

"Nothing bad happened at the hotel." Reflexively, Jaime rubbed at the front of his neck. He shuddered and sipped at his tea. It was still too hot

We should return to the hotel.

Jaime laughed softly. "We can't, s'too expensive. And besides, Jenny already got us our house."

Jenny can pay for the hotel, as well.

Khaji was fixated on the hotel. Jaime frowned lightly, running back over their conversation. "The hotel isn't my home, Khaji. What's wrong?"

I do not want you to be afraid, relocating is the least energy–

"It's not an option,"He spoke over Khaji’s last few words. Jaime swallowed, immediately regretting the sharp tone. "It's just, I'm gonna be scared. A lot of bad shit happened, right?"

Correct.

Jaime huffed a quick, quiet laugh. "Exactly, I just need time. It's like– like when you picked me, yeah? I was terrified at first, but then we talked, got to know each other, built trust. So I stopped being scared."

Additional information helps.

"Yeah." He smiled. It felt like they were finally getting somewhere, and–he sipped–his tea was cooled enough to–

"Ohmigod, Jaime!?"

They flinched, violently, at Milagro’s shout, nearly falling out of the chair. Jaime hadn’t heard her coming and Khaji had stopped tracking her as a potential threat after the bunker.

“Milla, what the hell!?” Jaime spun to face his sister after he steadied himself. He was just in time to watch her flick on the lights.

Milagro gave Jaime a moment to squint in the sudden brightness before she shoved her phone, in selfie mode, into his face. “Your eyes are fuckin’ glowing, Jaime!”

On the little screen, Jaime’s eyes glowed luminous orange just like they did in the armor. His eyelids were rimmed in gray-black. He grabbed his sister’s phone– “Hey!” –and held it up to his face. Concentric rings and radial lines traced around and out from back lit irises, they shifted and focused like a camera lens, and as he looked, Jaime saw that there was something like a snake's scale over his eyes.

He blinked a few times, over the scales or lenses or whatever, and they dissolved just like the armor did. Weird.

"Did you not notice?" Milagro asked incredulously.

"Nope." Jaime looked up and down, left and right. Everything seemed fine.

"Weird," she observed, just as sagely as Jaime had thought it. "Anyway, I'm glad you're just talking to Khaji instead of being, like, the world's loneliest burglar or something."

"Crap, did we wake you up?"

"Nah, I just had to pee," Milagro lied, breaking eye contact.

"Suuuure." Jaime ate the last piece of his cookie in one mouthful and did his best not to inhale any crumbs from the too big bite.

“Yeah, what about you? You got the munchies?”

Jaime’s face fell. “Couldn’t sleep. It’s hard being back, y’know?”

“Mm-hm,” Milagro agreed. “Roof?”

“Yeah.”

They spent the next hour and a half on the roof in comfortable quiet before retreating to their respective bedrooms. Khaji was silent the whole time, ticking and processing in the back of Jaime’s head.

[lovejosephquinn]

A highly requested sequel to this imagine

I hope you all love it, I put my all into it and I still feel like it could be better, UGH 💀

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Word Count: 4.3k (my longest JQ imagine to date)

There was no one who completely engulfed your mind like him; a close friend from over the years that you'd grown up with who had become so much more than a friend in your head. The feelings were unfathomable and you couldn't control them near as much as you'd hoped to. The way you clearly flirted around him to see if he'd catch your drift, he never did. The way you'd touch him softly and the way you'd take his soft features in, the way he spoke to you, the way he called you love, pretty, HIS darling girl. The way he looked at you gave you hope, but to no avail. To some it probably meant nothing, but to you; it was everything. So it was a thing that you just fantasised about almost every single day and you'd continue to keep your mouth shut on the basis of not wanting to ruin the closeness you already held with Joe, it had to be enough.

It wasn't just the things that you did to try and prove a point, Joe's features were in engraved in your mind, his eyes being your personal favourite - they held a thousand secrets yet screamed a million words, just not ones of mutual emotion, or so you thought. His sarcasm, the little cheeky side to him but also the shy side to him, his ability to make you laugh in any mood and then join you in chuckling slight when he heard you giggle, his toothy grin enough to heal the world, the way his hands soothed your back when he gave you a hug, the way he'd make time for you even out of your friendship circle. There was just no point in denying that you couldn't quit the way you felt, he gave you a new excuse to fall down deeper every day.

Your phone rang interrupting your thoughts as you laid alone in your bed that evening, the man himself popped up on your screen, his contact photo of him crossing his eyes and making the most idiotic of faces had you smiling, he cursed you for keeping that photo he took every god damn day, but it was impossible to remove it from your camera roll and the image was practically tattooed onto your eyelids, you could picture it now without even looking. You tapped answer and held the phone to your ear immediately before you unintentionally missed the call.

"Hello." You tried to sound the upmost upbeat, yet it came out profoundly louder than you thought.

"Hello love, I was bored so I thought I'd distract you from whatever you were doing." He was distracting you from himself inside your head, the real thing was much better though.

"Oh how gentlemanly of you, well I'm doing nothing so you made a good decision." There was the flirty act again.

"That's me! Best damn gentleman you'll ever meet." You giggled at his involuntary cockiness yet sarcastic remark.

You talked shit for at least an hour, general chit chat yet laughing over conversations you'd probably had at least 20 times, yet they were still as hilarious as the last time. The moment you yawned had him sighing over the other end of the phone.

"Am I boring you, pretty? Does Y/N need her beauty sleep?"

"Y/N does. Y/N also needs Joe to shut up talking trash about her being pretty." You don't know why you came out with that last part, maybe it was to try and avoid the butterflies that erupted into the pit of your stomach when he embedded the nickname he often called you into your ear drum whilst you were cosy and comfy in bed. You'd shut your eyes, placing your phone onto the pillow with him on loud speaker as if he were there next to you, minus the contact.

"What if I mean it? I'm not going to stop if I'm telling the truth now am I?" Joe muttered, the way he was biting down on his lip revelling in the way the same butterflies practically punched his insides.

"Well do you?" Your eyes flung open, staring to the phone inches away from your head, curious as to why you hadn't shut yourself up yet and ended the conversation before.

"Always, babe." Babe. That was new.

Becoming as ignorant as you could've been, shooting your walls straight up that were already barricading your emotions towards your friend, you said goodnight eventually after trying to find the right words to say, it took every ounce of you not to just blurt out the words I LIKE YOU, NOTICE ME. And just like that, once you'd hung up, the thoughts took over more than ever as you tried to ignore the heat growing between your thighs. Just two words had drove you and the entirety of your body insane, it was the tone of voice he'd uttered those two words together that made it so perfect, you had to relieve yourself of the tension you'd created alone, the fact you relished in his voice now carved into your thoughts made your fingers wander downward as you laid bare, stroking a straight line through your slit making you shudder, goose bumps caressing your skin like Joe had put them there.

Spreading your legs further apart to open up wide for your hand to gain perfect access, you spat onto your fingers, lapping it straight onto your clit, lathering what was already becoming a mess on your cunt, your hole gaped at nothingness as you shut your eyes and began to imagine Joe's face pressed between your legs, humming as his tongue flickered over your aching bud, staring up at you with his sparkling brown eyes, you'd of liked to think he was enjoying what he saw, the way you squirmed your hips, bucking them upward as his lips sucked harshly. You bit down on your lip, muffling the moans escaping you, it truly never felt the same on your own and even though you'd never felt his touch, you just knew it had to be a million times better than anyone's; including yours.

You were too busy to notice that your phone had slipped under your elbow and that you'd unintentionally leaned on the answer button when Joe was calling once more, bad timing. You were too involved in reaching your climax to hear him shout your name when you didn't reply, he shut up when he heard the borderline pornographic noises from the receiving end. You were also to busy to notice that he'd heard your fingers faintly fucking your pussy at a marvellous speed and as soon as you groaned "Ugh, yes fuck me Joey" he hung up. He knew instantly that you were referring to him, you only called him Joey - heck there were no other Joseph's that you were actually friends with that he knew of.

Your body relaxed instantly tightening from a surge of power that rushed through your body when you hit the spot, moving your fingers into the weak place over and over saw electricity jolting up in your stomach as you slowly moved and then fastened your pace once more, a sharp breath led you to leaking out onto the sheets, climaxing over the building desire that was your friend's cock fucking you deep. Your thighs shut together as you tried to make the sensitive ache last longer, clenching your walls around the small, narrow length of your two fingers. Not far after you'd laid staring at the ceiling for a while, you dragged yourself to the bathroom to clean up, you swatted your head to the faint knock at the front door, still in a daze yet confused as to who would be paying a visit at this time.

Unknowing to you, the moment Joe had hung up the phone and realised what on earth was obviously happening mirrored the way he'd clearly been masturbating over you earlier that evening. He grabbed his keys, barely pushed his feet into his shoes before he'd launched himself out of the front door of his flat and made a run to the car to get to you as fast as he possibly could. He had to know.

A louder knock came from the door this time as you unhooked your dressing gown from the back of the bathroom door, tying the robe up nice and tight and rushing to take your keys to open up. The moment you flung it open, your friend stood before you in a mesmerised state. You furrowed your brow at him, extremely bewildered yet of course in your head and heart, happy to see him. "Hey Joey, um didn't we speak on the phone all of 20 minutes ago, what are you doing here at this hour?"

You stared at each other, his silence actually starting to nerve you a little, it wasn't like Joe to be speechless around you, yet here he was, his mouth opened slightly as if he was going to reply, yet no sound was made. His eyes bore into yours as you blinked back at him. "Is everything... ok?" You asked, tilting your head to the side.

"Did you-" His voice whispered as if he couldn't quite string the words together.

"Did I?" You choked on your reply, giggling at his out of character and way less chaotic and more stern looking behaviour.

You gestured for him to come in, still realising in the last two minutes that you'd not got an answer, that he was still stood out in the corridor that led to your flat. He walked through and leaned his elbows down straight to the countertop beside the door, you shut it and leaned against it, scrunching your face up at his weird etiquette.

"Are you going to tell me what's the matter or am I-"

"Did you moan my name?" Joe blurted out, staring to the ground not being able to even look you in the eye after his organs had pretty much vomited themselves upward the second the words came out of his mouth.

Your jaw fell to the floor, slightly scoffing at his question. "Excuse me?" He looked at you this time.

"You heard what I said Y/N and I'm pretty sure I heard you. Did you moan my name?"

Shit. "I- I-" You stuttered, your cheeks flashing red.

"I called you to tell you something I failed to mention before and you answered but you were clearly busy..." His eyes fell down to your thighs insinuating he knew exactly what you were up too. "But then I heard you moan my-"

You rushed into your bedroom cutting him off, picking up your phone and checking your call log. It was there as clear as day. Incoming call: Joey - 1 minute 42 seconds. Your whole body was sweating, your heart was beating out of your chest at 100 miles per hour. Joe shortly followed after you into your bedroom, slouching on your door frame whilst you sat at the edge of your bed, now you were the one that simply couldn't look him in the eye. You made yourself look as small as possible, lifting your knees up to your face to hug them, gently sitting your chin on top, your arms caging them tightly in a firm grip.

He slowly moved towards you, kneeling down on the floor, resting his hands either side of you onto the sheets. "Y/N?" He was trying to get a response, you owed him your honesty.

"I did." You muttered lowly.

"You meant to?" Joe whispered shyly. A state you'd rarely seen him in before.

"I did." You matched his tone, there was no going back now. Not especially when his hands pushed your shoulders back forcefully, making you land flat down on the mattress, Joe brought himself to the side of you, laying next to you, his doe eyes almost forcing you like a magnet to draw yours to his.

"What were you thinking about?"

"You." You bit down on your lip, speaking the obvious, yet the other obvious thing was that he already knew that, Joe just wanted to hear you say it out loud.

"That's all well and good Y/N, but I need you to be a bit more specific." His face lowered merely inches away from yours, his watch fluttered to your lips a couple of times.

"This is weird, I-I'm sorry." You attempted to sit back up, trying to ignore the situation unravelling before you. Even though you wanted him bad and had done for a long time, he was still only your friend. Joe didn't let you get as far as lifting your back up before his hand pressed against your shoulder again, his fingers playing with the material of your dressing gown as you instantly looked submissive in his touch. "Tell me." He growled.

"The way you would fuck me." You purred.

"Is that what you want?" A rising smirk fell onto his features, his mind was running wild, how could you actually want him as much as he wanted you; yet you both never realised. You nodded to his question and his face lowered fully, his lips pushing themselves firmly to yours as you quickly reciprocated the contact, his hand came up to cup your jaw as your lips moved in unison. His tongue begged for entrance and you gladly let it, the muscles working together to make the open kiss a more desperate one as they writhed around each other sweetly.

Your eyes fluttered open when Joe broke the kiss, a kiss you never thought would ever happen. "Wait is that what you want?" You asked quickly, your nerves only relaxing slight after that reaction. "Because I don't want this to be a pity snog." Joe chuckled at you, snorting laughter from his throat making his cute dimples shine.

"My darling, I've been wanting you for so long it's stupid." Joe smiled truthfully and you believed him, you were both almost completely vulnerable to each other now that the first kiss had come into play so there was no way you were hiding your feelings anymore.

"Wanting to just fuck me? or-"

"Absolutely not. That's what I called for, I wanted to confess how much I like you Y/N, but it's not just that, it's wanting to kiss you, wanting to hold your hand, wanting to hold you at night, wanting to call you mine-"

You cut him off reaching your lips to his once more, passionately smacking your mouth against his, your stomach was doing flips, your heart was punching the air proudly. Joe untied your robe revealing your naked body to him, abruptly stopping the heated moment and giving it a glance over, he sighed returning his gaze to yours. "So beautiful, I told you that you were pretty. I just knew the rest of you would be too. My god."

"So does that mean I can see you?" Joe nodded and stood up before you, you eyed down at his crotch to see his tightening bulge bursting from his zipper line. He stripped completely naked in front of you, not feeling awkward in the slightest as you examined his body, his top half you'd seen before, still as sexy as ever, yet the way your eyes grew a little lower down had him licking his lips, an all too confident smirk hit him. "Fucking hell Quinn, you're big." You blurted out without even thinking and it only made his confidence leap. You removed your dressing gown off of your arms and pushed it to the floor as Joe made a bee line for you as a fire grew in his eyes, your legs spreading apart as they had before but now with the man of your dreams laid between them.

His hands roamed onto your boobs, grabbing hold of them and letting his fingertips massage your nipples, hardening them between his digits. You gasped when his lips latched onto your neck, kissing, nibbling ever so slightly and moving downward to meet his fingers that were kept busy, they moved to the side to squish your breasts closer together, replacing them little flickers of his tongue one at a time, the ache between your legs soaring higher than before.

"What else were you thinking about love?" Joe raised his face to look up at you.

"Your h-head between my legs." You looked downward innocently as if you hadn't just said that.

"Your wish is my command then." He kissed down your stomach, back kneeling down at the end of the bed where he'd started before he'd got the first answer from you that he needed. Reaching his arms out and pulling your thighs, he dominantly took a hold of them, the tips of his fingers moulding into your skin when he dragged you towards him, kissing around your thighs slowly, making the ache only more painful due to his now teasing nature. Joe took one look at your wet slit, massaging his thumb on your folds as he opened them up to the side to get a better view. "Look at that pretty little pussy, all wet, just for me." Joe groaned, his cock clearly reacting to it, his tip twitching as a little pre-cum leaked out, he could've probably came from just staring at your cunt.

Joe spat down onto your clit, using one hand to keep you opened up as his thick finger stroked from top to bottom, the slick instantly coating him. "Fuck she's ready." He let out a breathy moan and dug in. His lips sucked onto your clit, clamping onto it for dear life as he earned a moan from your throat when he slurped, the taste of you almost ending him. The way his tongue flickered over your bud was better than your fantasy, the way he lapped up your juices, the way he teased you further down, circling around your entrance.

"Is that what you wanted baby, is this what your wet cunt needed? My mouth around it, did it need this too?" His tongue shoved its way through your hole, your hips flying upward as your hands came to fist his messy curls, pushing him inward, surely suffocating him as you let him tongue fuck you deep. "Oh my god yes! Just like that!" You squealed almost suddenly as his thumb reached back up, his tongue at work and you were now being frantically rubbed vigorously by the pressure of his thumb moving over your clit in a constant motion. Your body was in ecstasy, you knew you were right about him touching you this way, better than anybody had ever touched you. Nobody had ever made you cum in foreplay, not one man had given you a real climax, but Joe was too much of an expert, knowing your body better than you did so quickly for you to be faking this orgasm. Your breathing hitched and you swatted your face backward, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you felt your second pinnacle of the night starting. "J-J-Joey. I'm going to-"

His tongue curled upward and flattened out wide, hitting the right places and you gushed onto it, the loudest moan fell out of your mouth, your lungs fought for air when the sudden wave of sensitivity filled your body, your thighs twitching as you wrapped your legs around the back of his head, squeezing to fill any gap you might have had between one another, which was slim to nothing. Joe took a deep breath in as he pulled away, moaning into your cunt one last time, your legs relaxing back to their previous position and it wasn't long till Joe was back up met with your face again. "Your pussy is heaven Y/N, so fucking pretty and ready for my cock, now I get to fuck you - tell me how you want it baby." Joe moved his lips back to your neck, sucking at a part that made the soft little hairs at the back of your head stand up right.

"Ruin me." You groaned noisily and that was all he needed to hear.

He lifted himself above you, using his hands to hold himself up right as he lined himself up at your entrance, Joe knew he wasn't going to last terribly long at the expense of wanting you this way for so long and from the way he'd just eaten you like a starving animal but the time he had, he'd make it count. "Anything for my girl." My girl.

He slowly pushed inward and you took the entirety of his length perfectly, though scrunched your face up a little from his size. "Fuck you're so tight, you ready?" He was so sexy yet so thoughtful even still, making sure that you were ok before he completely wrecked you just as you'd asked him to. How was it possible to be so horny for someone yet still have those damn butterflies flipping around in your stomach like it was something beknown, like love. You nodded briefly. "Fuck me Joey."

"Where have I heard that before?" You instantly threw your hands over your face, embarrassed at what he was referring to. His came up to swipe them away from your face so he could look at you whilst he started to thrust his hips, starting slow and then building up a pace which saw his cock slamming in and out, his balls slapping against your ass. Your foreheads pressed down together, looking in unison at the way he shattered your hole, the way he fucked you so good.

"You take my cock so well pretty girl, so fucking well." You clenched your walls around him, squeezing the length of his cock making his arms flex as he shuddered above you, the headboard was smacking itself against the wall the more frantic his hips moved into you. "Shit don't do that I'll cum." You met each other's stare, biting your lip hard and he knew the game you were playing. Ripping himself apart from and kneeling upward, towering over you without any warning he flipped you over. "Fucking hell, that peachy bum is perfect, I knew it." He was completely done and you were completely under any command he could lay upon you, the way he man handled you almost made you cum again. "Arse up now."

You got into position straight away, your head pressed into the sheets as you raised your back end upward and his cock met your twinging cunt once more, his hands gripping at your waist as he pounded into you from behind, his head arching backward as he felt himself getting closer. "Oh god yes you feel amazing, better than I ever thought possible. Now tell me who you belong to baby, I want to hear it."

Your head was pushed down into the sheets as you tried to use your words, though you simply couldn't get them out. "Answer me when I ask you a fucking question." He demanded, one hand raised into the air and spanked straight down to your cheek making your head lean to the side, letting out a whimpered yelp from the hard blow. "I'm yours Joey, I've always been yours."

"And I'm yours, my darling, all fucking yours. Shit-" He pulled out quickly, jerking at his cock desperately, a moan so hot you couldn't quite comprehend if you'd heard it right saw him spewing his seed all over your ass cheeks. Slowly bringing himself back down from heaven, you remained in the same position whilst he darted to the bathroom and cleaned you up with a towel he found on the floor. Little did he know, this particular towel was the one you'd use to clean up earlier.

You rolled onto your back one he'd sorted you out, wiping his cock dry and tossing it to the floor beside your robe, he joined next to you, laying beside you as your chests heaved for air, looking up to the plain ceiling finding some sort of way to fathom on what just occurred. Both of your feelings now out in the open good and proper.

"Come here." Joe opened his arm out to you, instantly pulling yourself to rest your head down on his chest as his fingers bent awkwardly to sooth your still naked back.

"That was amazing Y/N, jesus christ." He sighed, pecking his lips onto the top of your head, your smiles beaming so hard you couldn't quite rip them apart from your features, it was like they were permanently moulded on your faces forever.

"Perfect. I'm so glad I accidentally answered you." Your cheeks flushed at your response, you had to start thinking before you spoke, idiot. You changed the subject quickly. "But what did you mean when you said better than you ever thought possible, Joey?" He wasn't dumb, he knew exactly what you were trying to get out of him. Joe licked his lips, his throat producing a small stifled laugh.

"You're not the only one who's had indecent thoughts about their friend love."

You laughed together, not an ounce of what had just happened was uncomfortable, it came so natural like it was genuinely meant to happen; the way Joe made you feel was like nothing you'd ever felt in your entire life. And now you laid there naked, snuggling like a couple that had been in love for years.

"Friend?"

"Say yes to me taking you to dinner tomorrow night and I might just make you more than my friend." Joe pulled you in closer as you lifted yourself up to look over at him.

"I'd love to go to dinner with you tomorrow night." Your eyes spoke to one another as a pleasant silence fell between you. You loved him.

[bimsha]

Series : 100 WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU

Inspired by: 100 ways to say I love you

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

It’s Okay.  I Couldn’t Sleep Anyway

Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x Reader

Tags: lovers, phone calls, moving together, Hurt/comfort

Tw: paranoia, nightmares, pets dying?

Word count: 1.1k

Note: Hello! Hope you guys enjoy this <3 Wrote this while I was procrastinating. Worth it. sniff. No beta read tho >.>

The steady beep of the phone rang into the night. Mitsuya groaned, tossing to his side as he reached for the nightstand, the light flashing across his screen. He checked the name under his bleary eyelids and saw her name staring back at her. Without hesitation, he swiped the call button to hear her distant breathing through the receiver. 

“Y/n?” He asked, concerned. He sat up on the bed and leaned against his headboard, running a hand through his hair. The house was silent around him save for the occasional vehicle racing past the road. “Y/n?” He tried again. 

“Y-yeah, I’m here.” She answered. And that was all it took for him to recognize the pain laced in those words seeping into the cracks of her voice. It had been two weeks since you two last saw each other. He had been busy with coming up with a new design for his brand while Y/n was engulfed in her own work, making trips to clients and designing presentations and projects to impress the authority. 

“Did something happen?” He asked, softening his voice as his eyes roamed to the alarm clock on the nightstand. 3:45am, it read. 

“No, it’s just-” She sighed, Mitsuya could hear the rustle of the bedsheets as she swung her legs off the bed. He could manoeuvre his way around her house from his memory, he had lived there for most of his time the past couple of years before they had to move around for work. 

“Nightmare?”

He heard the crinkle of mugs, “Yes. I just couldn’t shake the feeling. It’s like…like someone’s watching me.” She gave him a dry chuckle, “I know it’s stupid-”

“No, it’s not.” His voice was firm and soothing. He still remembered the day two years ago when she called him, sobbing her heart out. She had walked home that day like any other day to find her apartment mangled, clothes thrown across the floor, her jewellery missing and her golden retriever lying on the ground, blood gushing from a crack on his head. And the nightmares had begun haunting her daily and Mitsuya moved in. He didn’t hesitate when the request came. It was a vow he had made for himself, to protect her. The nightmares receded, life continued. But the paranoia followed her around like a contagious disease waiting to pounce at any given opportunity. And she still didn’t replace her golden retriever, the feeling of loss and guilt embedded in her mind. “What was it this time?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” She whispered to her phone and Mitsuya could hear the whirring of her AC as she moved to her living room. 

Mitsuya didn’t push. With her, she opened up when she felt secured, and he always waited, never losing his temper for her to reach out. “Well,” Mitsuya started, swinging his legs off the bed and walking to the living room. Flipping on the light, he searched for a mug to make himself a warm cup of tea. “Something funny happened today,” He said, feeling her smile against the receiver as they fell into their old pattern. He narrated the story about the new trainee he had hired, exceptional talent but awkward social skills. She chuckled when he said how he thought he was another trainee. 

“I don’t blame him, your looks don't give away your age.”

“Why there, thank you,” He smiled, sinking back to his sofa. “What are you drinking?”

“My self esteem,” She answered.

“Chamomile Tea?”

“Chamomile tea,” She confirmed. “And you?”

“Just some random type of tea I grabbed from the grocery store yesterday. It tastes pretty good.”

“For a man who can work like a housewife, your grocery options appal me, Mitsu.”

“Oh shush,” He laughed, taking a sip from his drink. He still remembered them standing in the shopping aisles, she went through each brand, meticulous in her approach while he spotted the thing he needed and dropped it into the cart. Their behaviours varied in some ways, but they still loved the same ice cream, smiled at the kids in the playground, and were reminded of each other whenever they passed a set of swings. 

Reminded each other of the nights they used to sit when her nightmares refused her any sleep. How they ate ice cream in those summer nights sitting close to each other in the glow of their safety net. He loved her so much and he wanted to hold her hand each day and speak those words while they were still tangled on the bed. Maybe, it’s time to focus on their lives a little more. 

Mitsuya heard the sound of a lock bolted in, he placed the cup on the table. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” She answered. Mitsuya could imagine her walking back to the bedroom. The nightlight glowing on her worktable. “I miss you.” Her muffled voice said, speaking the words he had been thinking for the past hour. 

“I miss you too,” He answered, staring at his ceiling, reminiscing about all the things they did, all the things they were in her one bedroom apartment. “Do you think it's time? We should move in together, Y/n. We are both better off that way.”

“You don’t have to,” She answered, “The apartment you’re staying in is close to the office. Stay, it’s just a silly nightmare,” Mitusya winced when she forced cheer into her voice. “I can go two, three weeks without them now!”

“If your face is the first thing I’d be seeing in the morning, all that distance would be worth it.” He put the cup in the sink and walked back to his bed. 

“Cringing, give me a second,” She laughed, but there was that fondness he always adored. 

“Shut up,” Mitsuya grinned, falling back to his comfortable bed, but incredibly lonely without her. It was not only for her he thought of moving. A small part of himself yearned to walk back to the little home they’ve created for themselves since the moment he parted from it. He missed her shuffling through the room in the morning wearing his t-shirt. He missed her throwing clothes on the bed to find that one misplaced cardigan. He missed her tinkling laugh when she talked to her mother, her presence beside him on the sofa, watching a movie, eating TV dinners because they were too tired to make dinner. 

In every sense of the word, he missed her. 

“I’m sorry, though,” She yawned, Mitsuya heard the shuffle of her blanket as she pulled it over her head. A habit she’d picked up sleeping alone. “For messing up your sleep schedule like this.”

“It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“Liar,” Her breathy voice whispered to the receiver, “I love you too.” He listened as her breathing slowed and fell into a familiar rhythm. Smiling, Mitsuya flipped off the light and listened to her breathing, the flutter of her breath. Realizing for the hundredth time, gods he was so in love with her. 

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[cheesee-cakee]

untitled ii:

i wish you were him,

i wish all the lovely words were his,

i wish the kindness and affection you felt for me came from him.

i long for his touch,

i long for his smile and laugh,

i long for everything he is.

i cannot forget his joy,

i cannot forget the love he gave me,

i cannot forget him.

it breaks me, knowing i wont have him.

it breaks me, knowing he doesn't think of me.

it breaks me, to know that his love, his joy, his smile, his laugh, his touch, his sadness, and anger are going elsewhere.

i'd love to bear his struggles,

i'd love to shoulder the pain of this world with him.

i'd love to take away every piece of agony that is embedded into his soul, and intertwine it with mine.

i want to kiss his eyelids, let them close, and let him know that he doesnt have to struggle anymore, i will carry his affliction.

i want to kiss every inch of his soul and write love letters on his skin

i want to kiss him.

i want him and only him, i want him to come back and give me a chance.

please i am ready for you,

i will sacrifice everything and anything,

please come back.

i desperately look for your approval,

i desperately crave your conversations,

i desperately crave you.

i wish he was you, and i wish you were him.

i have settled,

but if he came back,

my deepest sympathies and condolences to your heart.

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25 for that situation prompt 👀👀

From Put That Guy in a Situation(TM) Ask Game

25. Showing up injured at their enemy’s house

content warnings: mild description of injury and blood, but not necessarily realistic

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Blood seeped through his shirt. It overflowed onto his pants, dying his entire left side crimson. Jounouchi winced, but he didn't dare to let up on the pressure. Each step—every breath he took was labored. His knees threatened to fold under him.

The wound might be deeper than he originally thought.

A glow hovered in the distance, cutting through the fog. For a second, he wondered if that was the afterlife beckoning. A moth to the flame, he lumbered toward it.

If he was going to die, he wanted to be warm, at least.

The light was a solitary bulb illuminating a heavy iron-wrought entrance gate. Up close, it shone blindingly bright. Damn LED bulb. Exhausted, he slumped against the wall under it. When his head rolled back, he caught sight of a sign beside him that hung at eye-level. He squinted to make out the characters through the haze of pain.

Kaiba, it read.

A wet gurgle of a laugh huffed out of Jounouchi.

Well, wasn't this perfect? Kaiba might toe at his corpse in disgust, but it was better than expiring in the nearby woods like a wounded animal.

"Ne, Kaiba," he croaked. "You'll tell Yugi at least, won't you?"

"What the fuck are you rambling about, deadbeat?" replied Kaiba's angry voice.

Great, he was hearing shit already. God, he didn't want to die alone, even if it meant he was delusional. "Be a pal. When you find my corpse in the morning, give Yugi a call and let him know you found me?"

"It won't have to wait till morning if you don't get off my property this instant," Kaiba barked.

The voice came around the corner, close to the gate itself. Peeling his heavy eyelids open, he gripped the wall and peered around, perhaps hoping to glimpse the other man even if he was a hallucination. Embedded within the white stucco wall was a dark electronic panel with a light that blazed an angry red over a speaker. There was also a video screen, but it was dark and stared back at a blank slate.

"Kaiba?" he asked. Hope crowded into his throat, wet and fitful as tar. Or maybe that was blood. "Is that really you?"

"You heard me, deadbeat." The tinny voice came from the speakers. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Late," laughed Jounouchi. His head spun. He caught himself against the wall again, this time huddled protectively around the panel. "You--" A rattling cough. "You should be in bed."

"I was. Until someone set off the perimeter alarms."

"Me! It was me!"

"No shit."

He peered through the gaps in the gate, up the ridiculously long driveway to the mansion in the distance. He couldn't locate any pinpricks of light. They would've been clues as to where Kaiba was in that gigantic house of his. How strange it was that Kaiba was speaking to him and not one of his many identical-looking suited goons. Was he all alone in that wretched place?

"Do I need to call the police?" asked Kaiba icily.

"Sure," he said. "You mind calling an ambulance while you're at it?"

"What?"

Jounouchi spun around and searched for more red blinking lights. He found one on the other side of the gate. He retracted the hand clutching his body and waved it at the security camera.

Oh god, his side gushed. It felt like his guts were falling out. Dizziness washed over him and dragged him under into a smothering darkness. The last thing he heard was Kaiba calling his name.

***

Jounouchi's ears rang. That was a funny thing a doctor told him once. Too much quiet could be a bad thing—under-stimulating the auditory nerves could trigger tinnitus as effectively as loud noises. God, the human body was so stupid. If there was one upside to dying, it was not having to deal with that nonsense again.

He felt weightless. He was sure there was pain, but it couldn't pierce the heavy veil draped around his brain. Numb, that was the word. He was numb down to his fingertips.

He wiggled them. They responded after a brief delay.

"Tch, knew you were too stubborn to die," grunted a familiar voice from his bedside.

What a soft bed it was, too. He knew there was no way he was in heaven, not least because he didn't fucking believe in one. Neither he nor the surly bastard sitting in the chair could get in there. Unable to help him, a dopey grin spread across his lips as he turned his head toward the other person.

"Heya, Kaiba." Shit, he sounded high. His eyes traced the drip line to the clear bag of fluids suspended on the IV stand. "Must be the good stuff," he remarked, mostly to himself.

Kaiba rolled his eyes, but he uncrossed his arms and legs. He was such a beanpole. If he wore anything besides black, he couldn't intimidate even a rabbit. And those little fuckers got heart attacks at the drop of a dime. What a lanky bastard.

A lanky, flat-assed bastard.

Kaiba scrunched his nose. "Stop. I'll gut you myself if you say another word about my ass."

He had a stick up that ass to boot.

"Jounouchi," Kaiba growled in warning.

"What? Can't a guy die in peace?" he groused.

Suddenly, Kaiba was in his face, blue eyes blazing like hellfire. Up close, Jounouchi could see the dark ring around his eyes and the heavy bags under them.

His words came out no less harsh, though. Sharp as knives. "Next time, try dying somewhere far from my doorsteps."

A wave of fatigue swept over Jounouchi, weighing down his eyelids. "Yeah, I'll give that a try if I need it to take. Hasn't worked every time you've been around."

He could count the number of times he'd been at Death's door in Kaiba's presence on one hand. Somehow, Jounouchi survived each time in spite of him. But in this case, it was probably because of him.

He chuckled. "Your glares scare off Death himself."

Kaiba's expression tightened, then blanked. He drew back and straightened. Swathed head to toe in inky darkness with pale skin that glowed in contrast, he could pass for the Grim Reaper himself.

That explained it.

"Yeah, if you're Death, no wonder you don't wanna collect on me. I'm gonna live forever!" He laughed. His chest seized. He groaned. He wanted to curl into a ball, but his body wouldn't cooperate.

Kaiba squeezed the bridge of his nose, entirely ruining his Specter of Doom look. "Lovely. You're acting like an even bigger imbecile than usual."

Jounouchi peered up again, ready to sprout more "inanities" as Kaiba was sure to label them when he got his senses knocked out of him a second time. The sunlight imparted the illusion of color in Kaiba's cheeks, magnified the intensity of his azure eyes, and contoured his noble features. He fucking glowed, like the light bulb in the deepening night or a tempting flame. The whiplash stunned and nauseated Jounouchi.

What could he say to this brilliant vision?

Kaiba's brows furrowed. He almost looked worried, and that was how Jounouchi knew he was hallucinating again.

Kaiba snapped his fingers centimeters away from Jounouchi's nose. It worked, snapping him out of his stupor.

"Your brain better not have melted. Whatever's left of it," drawled Kaiba.

There was nothing like that patented Kaiba humor(?) to sober him up. "I'm good. I'm good. Still in one piece."

Somehow. Against all odds.

Because Kaiba had helped him, instead of leaving him out in the cold, to bleed out.

Kaiba harrumphed. Without another word, he spun and marched toward the exit. The lack of a grandiose coat spoiled the effect. Jounouchi missed that coat. He'd probably miss Kaiba himself once he left the room. Jounouchi would live, though, for now.

Kaiba paused by the door, his back was turned as he spoke, "I notified Yugi. He should be by to check on you later."

Jounouchi couldn't help but grin. A pleasant warmth suffused his chest. It could be the drugs. Or it could be something else.

"Will you come back too?" he asked.

Kaiba nodded. Jounouchi sank into the plush mattress and allowed himself to drift off, safe and whole.

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BURIAL

Epilogue

"Hello, Karl."

"Hey, Donna. A corpse! Is that a present for me?"

"No. She is not a corpse." A pause. "Is that a piece of my front gate embedded in your skull?"

"...Or am I just happy to-"

"Don't be disgusting."

"Heh." He yanked it loose with a wet crackle and tossed the bloody chunk of wrought iron into the snow. "So why are you hauling her around, then, huh? Can't be for the sentiment."

"You're much better at matters of the flesh than I am."

"Oh, I see. So you want me to put her back together, not saw her apart?" He snorted. "Waste of a good body is all I'm saying."

"Can you help me or not?"

"Guess it was you, then?"

"Me?" Donna asked, all innocence.

"Mommy Dearest went up the mountain but she never came down." A long pause. His glasses shone in the first of the dawn light. "Did you do it?"

"Yes."

Heisenberg smiled. There was none of his former gleeful malice in it, no bared teeth or mania edging madness.

"Huh," he said.

He seemed, for a heartbeat, to waver, as if unmoored, as if overcome. Perhaps to compensate, to do something, anything, with his hands, he reached up and hooked his finger over the arm of his spectacles, tugging them down from his face.

Donna lifted her brow. His face. Strange; she'd never taken him in, not really. He was covered in scars, a cross-hatch of them over cheekbones and forehead, glistening white through his beard-scruff, one nearly slicing his face in half. Had she ever seen his eyes before? She didn't remember. They were deeply shadowed, bruised, sockets nicked with scar tissue. And they were pale blue-gray, nearly colorless, clear as water when the light hit them.

"So many goddamn years," he muttered. "Feels strange. Too quiet."

"Yes. I know."

He wouldn't thank her. She didn't know if he was capable of such things. But he looked down at Elena lying still and cold on the rug Donna had used to drag her body from the house. The candlelight from Claudia's grave flickered over her face, her parted lips, her closed eyes. Her hand was curled around the remnants of the yellow flower that had saved them both.

"It's not worth it, you know," Heisenberg told Donna.

"What?"

"Giving yourself over. Surrendering yourself to what you can't control. It'll make you weak. And that'll be what destroys you, in the end."

Donna gave him a look. "Bold words for a man who let himself be thrown off a cliff."

He jabbed a finger at her, dangerously close to her nose. "Mention that ever again and I'll crush your fuckin' skull."

"Are you going to help me or not? She's dying."

"Yeah, yeah..."

"Karl."

"What?"

She set her hand, lightly, on his arm. "Thank you."

He didn't pull away. "...Whatever."

***

Breeze, dawn sky.

The rustle of leaves.

The distant sound of birdsong.

She thought for a moment her eyes were closed, and she was seeing the veins in her eyelids. As her vision focused, she realized they were not veins, but branches.

She lay on the ground, on a nest of blankets and rugs and throw pillows from the house, dusty green velvet incongruous amidst the snowdrifts and fallen branches. And graves. She was in the garden, deep amidst the hedges, and gravestones rose from the snow, candlelight playing over the rime of frost that covered them.

Her mouth tasted of bitter herbs and medicines. Her whole body ached, but it was a good pain, a healing ache, and when she lifted her hands to the light she saw even her palm had been bandaged. She moved her fingers through the light. It felt real.

This felt real.

"You're awake."

Elena looked up. Donna knelt at a nearby grave, a candle cupped in her palms. She'd draped her mother's green velvet dressing-gown over her shoulders, and the earth at her knees was fresh-dug, loamy and dark as the night.

A recent burial. For whom? Elena licked her lips. "Well. I couldn't leave you like that."

"I'm grateful. Do you feel all right?"

"...Compared to what?"

Donna laughed softly. The sound was hoarse, lovely. Elena pushed herself to her knees. The wind stirred her loose hair. Someone had combed it out, had cleaned it, had sponged the blood from her face and hands. It all felt so clean. The air, the wind in her lungs, her mind. Like a great weight had been lifted from it.

"I do," she said. "I feel...lighter."

"He helped," Donna said, nodding toward the treeline. Elena followed her gaze. Heisenberg's familiar broad silhouette stood there, smoke twining from his cigar.

Elena paused. She lifted a hand. A careful, neutral wave.

He didn't approach. He just reached up to touch the brim of his hat, then turned on one heel and sauntered away, soon lost in the mist.

"He made sure your head was all right," Donna went on. "I do hope he didn't dig around too much while he was back there."

"I'll live." She rose, carefully. Her body creaked and protested; she felt ninety years old, full of aches and shooting pains, but she managed the few steps to Donna and settled by her side. "Who are you burying?"

"Violeta, and Angie. They deserve a grave."

Elena swallowed, remembering Angie's scream of anguish. "What you did...I don't know what to say, how to thank you, but-"

"No." Donna put her hand on Elena's knee. "No mourning. It was time. Now it's my turn to be alive."

She set the candle by the gravestone, and together they watched it flicker and dance in the breeze.

"Donna," Elena began. "I...um."

"Yes?"

"I should have said why I was there, back at the beginning. When you first saved my life. I should have told you everything. Maybe then, I could...I don't know, have saved my father. He was the reason for all this. Miranda offered this assignment in exchange for sparing his life."

"Your father?"

Elena nodded. She swiped tears from her eyes. "Now he's gone, and it's all on me. Saints- I'm sorry, I don't mean to..."

"Go ahead and cry. It's all right."

"No. No, it's not."

"What happened to him?"

"She took his memories. Did something to him...inside, I don't know. I don't know."

Donna seemed to consider this for a while.

"Well," she said, "perhaps I could help."

"...What?"

"I am good with matters of the mind. And with Miranda...missing, perhaps her influence might wane. Who knows."

She paused.

"We can all begin to dream again," she said.

Elena tipped her head back. Light had begun to spill into the sky, and it was clear as glass, all watercolor blooms and opalescence, clouds clearing from what would surely be a perfect winter morning.

"What will happen to all of them, down in the village?" she said. "Without her? We've been Miranda's for so long, I'm not sure any of us know how to survive without her."

"I do not know. I suppose...we'll all have to find our own way."

Elena nodded.

"Well," she said, "I know where mine begins."

"...Oh?"

She brushed a strand of Donna's hair, tenderly, behind her ear. "Don't play smart, Beneviento. With you."

"Hush," Donna murmured, smiling as she lifted her hands and pulled Elena's face to her own. "Quiet, now."

"My lady," Elena whispered, and captured her smile with her lips.

***

(Are you happy, out there?)

(Never mind. Don't answer. Let me tell you a story)

(You told me so many of your stories)

Once upon a time, as never before- because if there wasn't, we wouldn't have to say it- there was a mountain valley hidden from the world. The rivers and the wind spoke of crystal cities, and sleeping gods, and saints with wolves' heads, and conquesting heroes from a glittering past. Blood queens, and fish kings, and great sorcerers who sing to metal, and who can heal the dying, too, despite all evidence to the contrary...

(You held me like a sleeping child. My white limbs reassembled, broken and mangled. My gift all crystal in my skull. You gathered my pieces from the deep belly of the house and you took me through the forest, a procession like you once had performed for little lost Claudia. A funeral for a doll. And you buried me in the dark earth and at last there was silence)

...And of warding-saints, carved in stone, guardians of the valley borders for so many centuries, watching all who entered and left these lands. So many had not left for so long. But they were patient, and were content to wait, deep in the Black God's dreams.

A long time this valley had slept. A long time, trapped in amber. A long cold wait for the saints, a long time spent in only the company of their god. But they smelled the bonfires, at last, the smoke rising from the village at the valley's heart to fill the morning sky with the scent of ending.

Of beginning?

Perhaps they're one and the same. A moon sets, and a sun rises. Should you know the rest? Perhaps, perhaps. Though I think you already know the whole story.

(I hope you are happy)

(I miss you)

(But I see now it always had to be this way)

(Nothing lasts forever. Not even us)

(And in the end, you found a way to live, and I can't help but be glad of that. That was all I wanted, really, when it comes down to the meat of the matter.

Besides. I can't be angry. You're a part of me, little mouse, like I was a part of you.

So go on.

Live.

For the two of us)

[starstruckwillows]

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platonic!remus lupin x reader, hurt/comfort, slytherin!reader, spy!reader, suggestions of torture, description of pain and tiredness, mention of throwing up

dumbledore and his child army

your face was harrowed and slightly sunken, skin clinging to the bones as you folded your arms around yourself, trembling all over.

stumbling back from the kitchen door, the weasley twins raised their wands, shouting for everyone to come downstairs now.

a deatheater was on the premises.

the tears choked you as you shook your head, sinking to your knees and rolling your wand across the ground as a sign of peace.

"no, m'not." was all you could manage through your split lip and aching exhaustion.

as the walls of the room swirled into patterns through your dazed eyes, you vaguely registered your cheek pressed onto the chilling floor before you were gone.

waking later that evening to find yourself in a bed was no easy task. peeling your eyelids open made your jaw clench to prevent from screaming.

the transition from laying to sitting felt like playing drums on your spinal cord.

you noticed remus lupin, your defence against the dark arts professor from sixth year, observing you from the corner. assigned to keep watch.

"how did you get in here?" the question was hard and unsympathetic.

why wouldn't it be? they think you kill muggles and muggleborns and support you-know-who.

the thought of him sent a ripple effect over your body. fast breathing, heart dropping, hands shaking, his icy cold stare forever embedded into your mind, the feel of his inhuman fingers gripping your shoulder.

"dumbledore told me."

lupin raised his brows, "dumbledore told you. a deatheater."

you winced harshly at the word, the violent reaction causing blood from your broken lip to slide down your chin.

"i'm not a deatheater," you all but sobbed.

the man approached you without fear. probably because your wand was nowhere in sight and you didn't look like you were in a state to punch. he grabbed your arm none too gently and pulled your sleeve back.

the grotesque snake writhing across your skin made you cry out, tugging it back to your chest as you shook your head.

"stop, stop."

you didn't look up at your old professor, afraid to see disappointment. everyone you knew from your old life was either disappointed or terrified now. it made you want to throw up.

it was two days into solitary confinement, during which someone stayed posted outside your door at all times, and the house elf kreacher brought in your food. he seemed to like you, at least. for all the wrong reasons.

two days before dumbledore sent back a letter confirming you were a spy, and it was he who had asked you to become a deatheater in the first place. he made a loose comment on your bravery and said you should be treated with care, as if you had returned to grimmauld place, it likely meant you had been found out.

he was correct.

even though you were allowed to leave your new room now, you didn't. the other order members brought your food now, trying to coax conversation from you, but you did not reciprocate.

over the course of a week, you wrote down everything you'd discovered in your eight months as a deatheater. that information was then passed along, and you didn't try to communicate past that.

everytime you wanted to speak, you could only remember the desperate croak of your voice as you begged a masked deatheater to stop. to stop with his crucio and assorted spells you couldn't even remember.

pathetic. weak. dumb.

"may i come in?"

you recognized this as remus lupin, now, and you said he could. if he heard you or not was a different matter, but he entered the room and cautiously took a seat on the chair before you.

"i apologize for my accusations when you first arrived."

you shrugged. he had to do his job, but that sentence seemed too long to speak without breaking down.

he continued, "what you've done for the order was incredibly brave. you'll never be thanked enough for what you've gone through to get us the intel we have now."

hearing him say that, whether true or not, you had made a difference, you had done something to aid the war efforts, it almost made it seem worth it.

the silence covered the room as you felt your old professor scan you. everyone else had pity rolling off of them in waves when they came to see you. lupin had something else.

"when i was your age, during the first war, i had to go undercover too."

that made you look up, at least. listening.

"i'm sure you're aware by now of my... lycanthropy."

there had been rumours, when he left. you weren't sure they were true at the time.

"dumbledore asked me to go into the ranks of you-know-who's werewolfs. to the root of all my problems, the one who turned me, ones who'd eaten people i knew, the ones who would never touch a drop of wolfsbane because they liked it. they liked the power of being a monster. i lived with them for a year."

tears welled in your eyes. angry tears. how dare dumbledore ask such a thing of professor lupin? how dare he ask such a thing of you?

how dare he?

you pinched the bridge of your nose, "so he's on his third generation of child soldiers."

remus lupin surveyed you warily, and you knew he was questioning your loyalty. he wanted to tell you to trust dumbledore, but how could he do that? how could he do that when you had trusted the man and ended up here?

"dumbledore is a man burdened with too much knowledge-"

you finished his sentence for him, "and not enough empathy?"

lupin sighed, and in true gryffindor manner decided to ask you straight out, "are you still loyal to the order?"

you didn't respond for a moment. initally, you felt the white hot iron of anger squeeze your heart - after what you'd sacrificed, he dared doubt you? then, though, you understood. maybe he thought the deatheaters had slightly entranced you with the notion of selfishness.

but at the end of a day, one subtle tyrant to one unsubtle tyrant, your choice was clear.

you'd follow the one not murdering and torturing, and trying to commit a cleanse of muggles and their magic children.

"do you ask because i'm a slytherin?"

"no. maybe. it's not unreasonable to assume years of isolation from your peers based on your house wouldn't ignite anger. i imagine being branded now won't help that either."

you shrugged, and it sent electrical pain throughout your body, "you're right. but no amount of bullying or intolerance could make me become one of them."

lupin pressed on, "most extremists don't start as extremists, indoctrination works on those made vulnerable by years of separation and abandonment."

"that may be so, but it hasn't happened here and it won't happen here."

he stopped. he was convinced. and a part of him was seething.

"i am sorry for what you went through."

"many people have suffered for the order. i won't be the last."

"someone will."

you understood what he meant. someone will be the last to suffer because you will win the war.

"i see that."

"good."

he gave you space then. but you heard him linger outside your door for a few minutes, and were unsurprised when he re-entered the room.

with a sigh, "you may be right about dumbledore, i don't know. but what i do know is nothing can take away from the bravery of what you did, and nothing can take away from the fact you were part of this war effort, a massive part. you've prevented hundreds of deaths and kidnappings. thank you."

there wasn't much to say, but you hoped he saw your appreciation in your face.

hey little train, wait for me. i once was blind but now i see.

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[dottores]

SNEZHNAYA DOES NOT BELIEVE IN TEARS | TIGHNARI

summary: a mistake made while out alone on patrol leads to an unwelcome revelation while tighnari helps patch you up.

warnings: fem!reader, fatui!reader, implied established relationship between reader and tighnari, angst

wordcount: 1.4k

notes: this can be read in same universe as the other one shot — small taglist: @spookyxiao @mxnjiros @dxlucs @manjiroscum @suyacho @tokyometronetwork

he was upset. you swallowed thickly as you sat in the chair at his desk, eyes following him as he moved around the room. tighnari was fluid and graceful, but in that moment each movement was abrupt and sharp. he brought the ointment over to his desk, and you flinched as the tin hit the wood with a loud clanging noise.

he didn’t speak as he moved back over to the other side of the room, picking up another jar and carrying it over.

“tighnari, i’m sorry,” you finally spoke up, voice weaker than you intended for it to be. tighnari did not respond.

he knelt in front of you, brows furrowed deep and lips twisted down as he took off your shoes and slid down the thin stockings that covered your legs—just not enough to protect you from the more dangerous plantlife around the avidya forest.

“tighnari-“

“how many times must i tell you not to go out on your own touching random plants in the forest?” tighnari’s voice was tight with frustration. he refused to look up and meet your eyes, instead focusing on resting your feet on his lap so he could eye the blistered rash that covered the lower half of your calves.

“i didn’t touch-“

“no, you just walked through them. how wise of you,” harsh, sarcastic, belittling. you couldn’t help but flinch at his words. you wondered if this was how the junior forest watchers felt whenever they made mistakes that tighnari had to correct.

“if collei hadn’t of known what path you had taken, we would have had to call every forest watcher back to gandharva to set up search parties for you,” your face burned, you shut your eyes. “i trusted you to do a patrol on your own. i trusted you to stay on path and not do anything stupid. my mistake, i suppose. the children at vimara would make better forest watchers than you. at least they wouldn’t be stupid enough to go touching every pretty plant.”

tears of humiliation stung behind your eyelids, you forced them away. your lips parted to speak but no words left. you weren’t sure what you wanted to say, and you knew you’d probably only anger him even more. and you knew he wasn’t even really angry—he was worried, and he probably felt guilty because he had been the one to give you the okay for going out on a patrol on your own.

when he had shown up to find you crumpled on the ground near a tree, curled up in pain and barely moving, you had seen the anxiety and the horror plain on his face. when he had lifted you into his arms, his hands had been trembling and his voice had been shaking.

his fingers were still unsteady as he applied the ointment to your legs.

“you were on the bank of a nest of spinocrocodiles,” he hissed, “one wrong move or noise to attract them-“

“i am not defenseless, tighnari,” you said, eyes flickering down to the vision fitted on the wrist of your right glove and the other… object embedded in the leather waistband you wore beneath your dress. an object that tighnari was unaware of and you had no intentions of ever telling him about.

“you were steps away from a paralytic flower,” tighnari interrupted you sharply, “your vision can’t protect you when you cannot move.”

your mouth dried as you looked away, wincing as wave of pain swept up your right leg. noticing the way your leg twitched, tighnari’s frown deepened as he moved from the left leg to the right, spreading the cool ointment across your skin of your calf.

neither of you spoke for a bit, not until tighnari decided that your calves were covered well enough with the ointment. he placed your feet back on the ground from his lap, hands dropping to circle your ankles, thumb rubbing gentle circles around the bone. he rested his forehead against one of your knees with a soft sigh.

“why?” he did not look up at you, and his voice was barely audible. his word did not register until he spoke again. “why did you go off path again? when i explicitly told you not to, when i trusted you not to.”

and your voice faltered, because you did not know how to explain to him it was a flower without him leaving the room. but it wasn’t just a normal flower, and you also did not know how to explain that without telling him exactly what it meant for you. and if you had to tell him that, you would have to let loose the secret you had been keeping from him all this time.

and you were not ready for that.

“a flower,” you finally said, and you hurried to speak when you felt him tense, thumbs pausing in their circles and grip tightening on your ankles. “tighnari, just listen, it wasn’t just-“

“a flower,” he repeated dryly, leaning back to look up at you, lips flat and pressed together tight, eyes cold.

and you scrambled to continue, reaching into the bag you carried with you to pull out the pale blue spider lily that bore a striking resemblance to icicles. you watched as tighnari’s face shifted into one of confusion as he reached out, fingers brushing the freezing petals—much colder than the heat radiating throughout his room and outside, unnaturally cold.

“i’ve never-“

“it’s a snow lily,” you interrupted him this time, “it-its only found in the tundras of snezhnaya, in the far north past the boreal forests. it’s her majesty’s flower. and it was just there. growing in the middle of the avidya forest. which is impossible because they only grow in the tundras. and the ground around it was icy until i picked it, and then it all melted away. as if it was never there. which is also impossible.”

tighnari’s lips parted, he shut his eyes briefly as he shook his head, “i don’t understand,” he said. “if it’s impossible then how…?”

your throat felt tight, the delusion that rested against your side like a damning weight crackled.

she was calling you home.

and you did not know how to voice that out loud, not without revealing that you were part of the fatui, not without revealing that you were one of the tsaritsa’s most trusted confidants, not without revealing that you had been sent to oversee what dottore was working on in the city.

but tighnari was smart—he had always been too smart for his own good. so when his hands dropped from your ankles and he rose to his feet, lips parted, expression riddled with equal amounts of disbelief and hurt, you knew that you didn’t have to voice it out loud.

your vision blurred.

snezhnaya does not believe in tears, you repeated the mantra in your head over and over again. snezhnaya does not believe in tears. snezhnaya does not believe in tears.

you could predict the question on his lips, the accusations. you raised your chin and hardened yourself. snezhnaya does not believe in tears.

“i told you that i was from snezhnaya and that i was here on business,” your voice was colder than you intended for it to be.

tighnari scoffed, gaze drifting down to your legs as he stepped away. “the ointment will heal the blistering over night,” was all he said, voice void of any sort of emotion.

“i’ll leave before dawn,” you told him, grateful that your voice did not waver.

tighnari only spared you a short look, “see that you do.”

and then he was gone, and you were alone. your throat felt tight and your chest felt hollow. everything felt cold, you felt lost and alone and you had no right to be hurt. you brought this on yourself. your body shook like you were huddled on the streets of naveretrov with your brother again, trying to make it through the coldest night of the winter.

every pore in your body begged for you to break down. snezhnaya does not believe in tears, you repeated.

but you did not have the luxury of the cold to freeze away the unwanted bout of emotion.

the tears spilled over your cheeks before you could stop them but you supposed it was for the best. snezhnaya was entering its coldest and darkest days of the year, and you needed to rid yourself of any weakness before returning or you would find yourself swallowed by the winter.

[stellari-s]

Hi! I love your ithaqua stories and headcanons!

I want to give my request about ithaqua x fem reader werewolf, He goes in the woods and found the seriously injured werewolf and helps him.

If you don't want to do it, nothing happens! <3

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hi, silvi (is it ok to call you this-)! thank you so much - it really means a lot to me that you like what i write 🥹🙏

request; yes, by @silvi-otaku 💕 and requests are open! there's a bit of a queue, but they're open. so send them in if you have any!

wc; 877.

tags; comfort, a bit of angst toward the end, werewolf! reader, pre-manor! ithaqua, i wrote this while sick 🫠

summary; injured from having been ambushed, you collapse in the wintry forest. from your periphery though you see a warm lantern light...

tonight marks the night of a lunar eclipse.

during these times, poachers roam freely in the forest for anything “exotic” - supposedly that includes you. though you don’t have a specific name to call what you are, humans have coined the term werewolf.

a person who can turn into a wolf once a month, when the moon is full.

that is you.

you were originally in a pack, but having been ambushed by a group of poachers, you find yourself not only separated, but also injured. an arrow is embedded in the flesh of your leg, forcing you to walk at a limp.

there isn’t a way to pull out the arrow, but you figure doing so could make the bleeding worse, so you grit your teeth and persist with it dig into your skin. the aching turns into a sharp sting every time you put weight on that leg, however, and you can’t stop a whimper.

the cold winter wind helps numb the pain a bit, but it also makes it hard to breathe and see well in front of you, flurries of snowflakes obscuring your vision.

occasionally, you look back, a part of you hoping to see any familiar faces but also making sure there are no more poachers in the area, chasing after you in your vulnerable state.

exhaustion eventually starts to make your eyelids heavy. you collapse down to the ground, your breathing becoming increasingly heavy.

your consciousness starts to fade away, black specking your vision… but before you black out, you can make out what looks like two thin blades on the ground. you can see that the snow, originally tinted a dark blue by the night, now has a warm orangish hue.

such a pretty color…

that is your last thought before you doze off, letting the calm blackness blanket your vision.

you don’t know exactly how long you are out.

was it just several minutes? or perhaps several hours had passed?

you also feel strangely warm. were you not in the middle of a snowstorm just some time ago?

confused and disoriented, you slowly open your eyes. at first, your vision is blurry, but eventually it hits you that you’re in some kind of cabin. it has a simple interior: a single bed, situated against the wall near a window that showed snowflakes silently falling down, with little sign of wind disturbances. a round wooden table with two chairs set opposite of each other. a hearth is also on the wall, and a rocking chair is nearby. it’s not lit though - the room is illuminated by a simple lantern.

where is this?

just as you think this, a figure approaches you, holding some fresh gauze. the first thing you notice about him is his light blue eyes that reminds you of a clear sky during the day, which complements his pale skin and platinum hair.

“are you awake?” he asks, a small smile on his lips. “i was just about to change your bandages. right now they’re kind of bloodied up…”

you look at him in response, not uttering a sound but not expressing any disapproval either. you won’t turn away from treatment.

he leans down toward your leg, unwrapping the bandages that are stained with blood that now seem more brown than red on the gauze, before he takes the fresh ones and wraps them around your leg. “i put some ointment on it,” he explains while wrapping, “so hopefully it won’t hurt as badly.”

after he finishes wrapping them, you cautiously move your leg, careful not to push yourself too hard.

“i know, how about you stay here for the night? it would make me feel better if i see you are doing better tomorrow. at least well enough to leave here safely.”

at first, you hesitate, unsure if it’s a good idea to stay the night at the place of someone you barely know. not only is there a trust barrier, but also you don’t like feeling as though you’re imposing on him.

as if responding to your hesitations, he says, “you see, i used to live here with my mother.” the boy looks down, his eyes narrowing as a shadow passes over that light blue, dulling it. “but things happened, and now i’m alone here. so it gets kind of lonely, you know. so just one night is enough - please stay here.”

though he appears to be in his late teens, right now you can’t help but think he’s more like a child who needs some company.

you stay with him, letting him sleep on your warm fur. only when you confirm he’s fully asleep from his breathing does your form slowly turn human again. you carry him to the bed, pull the blankets up over him, and, sparing him one final glance, you silently leave the lonely cabin.

when the door closes with a small creak, ithaqua opens his eyes. at first, he just stares up at the ceiling, a blank expression plastered on his face.

then, throwing the blankets aside, he approaches the hearth.

normally, he doesn’t feel cold, long used to the cold weather outside. but still, perhaps in an attempt to feel any semblance of that brief warmth again, he lights a fire.

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No matter how much you had tried to calm your aching heart, it only continued to beat against your ribcage, however, the position your figure was forced in by Draken.

"T...Tch, is this necessary?"

"I told you didn't I. I'm dragging this shit out as long as I can."

"Why the hell am I positioned like this?-~ it feels...Embarrassing."

Fingers curling into the sheets underneath your nude figure, breasts squishing against the mattress of the bed- your knees bent underneath your stomach as your hips were raised into the air revealing your slick exposed slit.

"You'll be fine. Once you start to feel it you won't even worry about any embarrassment."

Draken's black irises bore into your closed folds, the male climbing on the bed; hearing the springs groaning underneath his weight only made your stomach twist with a hint of excitement yet anxiety lingering.

"I don't know about that, this just feels weird-H..Hey!"

Inhaling sharply feeling your folds being parted, Draken examined your pussy then squished your folds causing a hint of friction against your swollen clit as he did so,

"Shut up. The only thing I should hear is my name and you begging for more."

Parting your lips to make a sharp remark, your vocal was forced into your throat; hips raising to the foreign feeling of heat against your slit, your eyes widened slightly-- Draken curling his tongue between your folds,

Lips left parted against the sheet, eyebrows knitted in pleasure the more raising to the foreign feeling of heat against your slit, your eyes widened slightly--

Draken curling his tongue between your folds, Lips left parted against the sheet, eyebrows knitted in pleasure the more his tongue stroked your slick folds.

Draken's pink muscle dipped inside your pussy, the tip curling against the walls, and his other hand moved from your folds to your swollen bud- as if it was a second instinct, he rubbed your clit- flicking it with the tip of his thumb.

A sharp chill burst across your heated flesh, your back arching automatically- pelvis pressing further into his lips.

With every curl, his tongue massaged, flick his thumb made to your clit became embedded into your brain.

Releasing a throaty whimper once his lips circled your clit; moving from your now wet pussy- your eyelids fluttering close as your hips rolled against Draken's lips.

Parting his lips from your aching clit, the blonde male moved his fingers between your soaked folds, gathering the mixture of salvia and pre-cum to spread across your muscle.

"You were louder when you were alone, don't tell me after years of shit-talking made you shy so suddenly."

'"-I'm not shy! It's just I'm not trying to moan- Ah-"

Abruptly cutting your vocals as he inserts a finger into your slit, your fingers gathering more of the sheet underneath you- a whimper escapes your lips;

Draken fingers pumping against your tight cunt.

"Well, one way or another you're not gonna be able to hold back."

"I'm going to fucking make sure of that.''

True to his words, his fingers stretching your walls for his length- pumping them mercilessly enough to make your body weak to his touch.

Seizing his ministrations- moving his fingers in scissor motion within your walls-- stretching your insides out, cum beginning to spill past his fingers

Seizing his ministrations- moving his fingers in scissor motion within your walls- stretching your insides out, cum beginning to spill past his fingers and your slit; dripping down your thighs-

A sight that caused pride to swell up within Draken's chest, only making him want to pump his fingers further into you-

Grasping your asscheek with one hand; without warning, a sharp gasped-moan escaped your lips-

Draken pumped his fingers between your walls hastily; your body reacting to the sudden pleasure of your walls being stretched to a good length.

"Draken!~"

Needily moaning, your body tempting to collapse against the bed- however, was denied such access as Draken held your hips further into the air forcing your hips in the high position;

Twisting his fingers within your walls, your hips moved with the motion of his fingers; the sound of your cum-soaked folds spreading and closing around Draken's fingers filled the room.

The slush pitch followed by your needy mewls was enough for Draken's patience to run thin; slipping his fingers from your folds- your folds twitching from the unexpected emptiness.

Once he had released your ass, your hips collapsed against the bed; your cum-coated thighs staining the sheets underneath you, your legs spread slightly.

Swallowing thickly, the salvia that began to collect inside your mouth moved down your throat- panting lightly to catch your breath, you pressed your face against the sheet-

"Turn on your back."

Sharp stinging sensation followed after Draken's words against your ass, sensitive from the fingering and eating out prior; your folds twitched to the sharp strike was given to your flesh.

Flipping on your back, your half-lidded gaze became fixated on the flustered;

Draken that loomed over you; eyes widening slightly at his hands pumping his hardened length-

Draken's irises were only fixated on your soaked slit, he inhaled nattily once his thumb circled the crown of his cock; coating his length with the pre-cum that leaked on the slit of his tip.

You weren't sure rather it was the excitement of finally having sex with the main guy you despised for so long, your wet dreams finally being fulfilled or

anxious by the length of the other that stood before you.

"Draken, Wait."

Abruptly speaking, Draken's irises moved to you as you pushed yourself onto your knees to advance towards the other-

"What? If it's about my damn dick being too big I swear to god-"

His vocals were seized once your hand had slapped his away from his cock, (e/c) irises trained on his length; you grasped it firmly, curiously stroking it

lightly then dragged your hand up to his crown watching the pre-cum that began to leak from his slit.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know exactly... But.... I wanna try something."

Parting your swollen lips, draping your tongue flatly past your lips; bringing your lips to the crown of his dick letting your tongue lap against the slit lapping up the pre-cum across your pink muscle.

Chill crawling up Draken's spine, the male mutely watched his length engulfed by your mouth; your plump lips encircled his cock, your tongue raking across the veins that pulsed underneath your touch.

Pride began to bubble to your chest as you gazed up at him, your heated half-lidded gaze became fixated on Draken's glazed ones.

Cheeks a hint of crimson as fever broke across his body, both drunk over guilty yearning;

It was then you knew, you weren't the only one that has been wanting this...

Just by the way, he gazed down at you, his body near becoming weak to your touch, as his mind began to unravel with the myriad passions that plagued his mind.

Releasing your lips from him, an audible pop followed as a light trail of saliva connected your lips with his crown; kitty-licking the tip of his length, Draken released a low exhale from his lips; shoulders dropping the other unable to remove his irises from you.

Twisting your wrist and rubbing his shaft up and down, you drew low moans from him, "Before we do this.. I want to know. Was I the only one that hated I wanted this?"

"Tsk, what? You think I would have dreams of fucking you senseless after you annoyed the fuck outta me--"

You stunned him, taking deep once again and bobbing your head up and down at a fast pace, barely giving him time to catch his breath and just for him to reach back down to brace himself.

Draken's eyebrows knitted, his lips still parted as his vocals were taken from him- he wanted to make a sharp remark of how you tried to take him off guard yet.....

Nothing but low throaty moans escapes his throat.

Large rough-hands moving from his sides to the back of your skull, tips of his fingernails scraping across your scalp lightly-- your locks pulled into a

makeshift grasp on top of your skull for some kind of support.

Clasping his fingers firmly against your locks, His hips jutted forwards suddenly earning a muffled gag to come from your filled mouth;

Grasping his thigh to keep your figure from falling while you raked your other hand from his inner thigh; purposely dragging your nails lightly into his flesh to leave red gashes behind.

Once your fingers ghosted his lower shaft, you began to massage his balls;

Your lips then traveled lower, taking his cock further into your warm cavern-- his tip jabbing the back of your throat.

"Shit."

Hissing underneath his breath, his traction tightened on your locks; a smug smirk inched across his lips as he moved his hips faster- lowering your jaw more to let his cock slid through your wet cavern more; each sharp jab to the back of your throat was nearly enough to make tears form in the corners of your eyes.

"Is this what you always dream about? Choking on my cock like this Fucking dirty-minded.."

A dry chuckle rolled off his tongue, Draken inhaled lowly the feeling of your throat squeezing his tip each thrust he made nearly made his mind go black.

"I guess your mouth can do more than spit out annoying shit... Fuck..... This is so much better~"

Seeing and hearing him like this, there was no denying how wet you had gotten yourself, the hand that grasped his thigh moved between your coated thighs-- letting the tip of your finger rub against your swollen bud causing your hips to just at the touch.

Circling the tip of your finger against it, a muffled moan vibrated from your throat onto Draken's cock only heightening the pleasure the other was feeling.

Sharply tugging at your strains; Draken groaned lowly-- breathing heavily between the swirls and flicks your tongue was giving him,

His hips jerked forward, driving his pleasure as he was unable to control himself, Lewd desires began to plague his thoughts...

Your nude body trembling...whining underneath his much taller figure.

The way your needy eyes held lust just for his touch; the desire of using you as a personal slut grew wildly.

Vocals resonated against his cock; a muffled cry vibrated once against across his hardened muscle.

Drool beginning to prickled at the corners of your lips as your whimpers only fed more into Drake's prideful lust;

Feeling his throbbing cock twitching against your throat; his high peeking,

Draken roughly pulled your skull- his cock springing from your swollen lips earning a gasped-panting to rip from your throat.

Chest rising and falling; drool trickling down your chin as you gazed up at Draken who swollen thickly to restrain his breathing.

"Lay on your back."

Commanding you, your body weak- mind fuzzy from the overwhelming heat that shuttered across your limbs; doing as told, you had collapsed on your back- irises glued to the ceiling of the brothel before you.

Hearing the bed creak as Draken's figure move, you raised your head to gaze at him seeing him scratching to reach underneath his bed.

"What are you doing?"

Once grabbing the packaged item, he stands up to his feet once again; tearing the wrapper off the condom then placing it over his length as he pinched the tip.

"Condom. Duh."

Eyebrows knitting, you shifted onto your elbows gazing at the rubber that coated his cock "Wouldn't that take away the feeling?"

"I'm sure what we both could finally agree neither one want a bastard running around."

"Ugh.."

"If you don't like it then get on birth control for next time--"

"Next time?"

Draken's figure froze as realization washed over him at his words, being caught up in the moment he wasn't paying attention to his words until a smirk began to inch on your lips.

"So you do like this-"

Cutting you off by a rough grab to your ankle, eyes widened as Draken pulls your figure close to his as he climbed back on the bed; his face flushed although his eyebrows became knitted with a ghost expression of irritation across his facial,

"Didn't I tell you the only thing I want to hear is you moaning out my name... Now shut the fuck up before I keep you for the entire week."

As your eyes met his again, that's when he braced himself, reaching to grab your waist; spreading your folds with one hand-- Draken prodded his rubber-coated tip against your soaked slit;

Pushing past your folds; a low grunt fell from his lips as he let your pussy take in every inch of his cock painfully slow.

The foreign feeling of being filled made your lips part; a gasped- inhale sucked past your lips, hips raising slightly as Draken sheathed his cock within your pussy completely.

Moving his hand from your folds; pulling your pelvis to his letting your pussy engulf his throbbing cock.

"Does....... Does it hurt?"

Questioning to fight back the moan that threatened to move past his lips, you shook your head gazing down at your connected pelvis-- the butterflies that twisted your stomach prior replaced with a foreign amount of pleasure.

"No... It feels great, just different- Does it feel good?"

Without hesitation, Draken bobbed his skull with a dry chuckle that was seized by a low groan; "Really good... Fuck..."

Digging your fingertips into the sheets underneath you, your messy locks sprawled across the bed as you rolled your hips to cause friction- any snappy remarks...hatred you had for Draken melted with ease.

"Draken.. Move, please."

Just as he wanted and you pleaded, he began thrusting in and out of you, Pelvis rolling against yours, his hardened cock stretching your walls to a pleasuring extend.

Skull tilting back, one leg rising to wrap around his hip as a moan fall past your lips.

As if in tune, he let his own pleasure take over, Draken's cock propelling your fluttering cunt, taking advantage of the position; his rough hand grasped underneath your knees- lifting your legs until your knees touch your bouncing breasts.

Lips becoming parted as your mind went unhinged at the unexpected amount of pleasure coursing through your veins-

His animalistic thrusts only sheathed his cock deeper into your fluttering cunt; cum spilling from pussy, sight becoming blinded by pleasure your back arching.

"Is this what you were imagining while touching yourself? My cock pounding into you... Damn.. You make a good fucking cocksleeve for someone who annoys the fuck outta me."

A raw chuckle escapes past his lips, Draken toned arms flexing as he grasped your soft thighs- his fingertips leaving dark imprints as he dug into your flesh.

The crown of his cock plunging rawly into your soft spot earning a high moan to erupt from your lungs; His name practically rolling off your tongue in a pleading rant.

Overwhelmed with the emotion of your cunt spasming around his cock; heat breaking across his flesh-- Draken's tall figure draped over your small one, his lips resting across the nape of your neck-- heavy panting mixed groan slips past his lips.

"(Y/n).. You feel fucking perfect..... Just as I thought.."

Just like that, you had his body shaking and clenching right in place, his voice loud as he moaned in ecstasy under such euphoria, beads of sweat coating your nude figures that held close to one another.

Moving your fingers from the sheets, entangling with his blonde locks; your half-lidded heated gaze moved to his hooded ones as he lifted his face from the nape of your neck.

Silently gazing into your irises, feeling his chest tightened- ignoring every red flag that flashed within his vision, Draken leaned over capturing your swollen lips within his own as your shared peak crash over the two of you.

Walls fluttering around his cock as his hips became glued to yours with one final thrust; melting into the kiss needily-Draken's locks becoming undone by your fingers as you rolled your hips; goosebumps littering your flesh as your cum coated his cock.

Fluid filling the condom he had worn, Draken's cock twitching within your walls-- the moment feeling perpetuity within the shared kiss, as your lips deliberately parted.

Heavy heaved panting escapes your lips as you stared at one another silently, your fingers still tangled in Draken's long blonde locks that tickling your face--

Staring down at you silently, his black irises Bore into yours until he cleared his throat to snap himself from the small trance he was trapped within.

'I should probably move your legs."

Lowering your legs back to a comfortable position, slipping his cock from your folds- the feeling of emptiness making your eyebrows twitch.

A low chuckle falls from his lips, Draken flashing you a teasing smirk as he climbs off his bed to discard the used condom. "Why do you look so down? Was my dick that good?"

"Tsk... I suppose decent." Turning on your side, you released a tired sigh- your body becoming exhausted as you gathered his covers around your nude figure.

"You weren't saying it was decent a moment ago... I see you're quick to becoming bratty again, if you keep doing that I'll-" Seizing his vocals once he turns his eyes to look at you, seeing your figure relaxed within his bedsheets; hugging his only pillow with your skull resting on it.

Unable to hold back a small smile, Draken shakes his head tossing the condom into the trashcan. "Sleep well, Idiot."

Walking towards his bathroom, his black irises moving to his wild blonde locks that draped on the sides of his face; gazing at himself in the mirror-a burst of heat washing over his face the realization of sex sinking into his brain.

'My first time was with my annoying crush..Better than I thought..'

"Shit... Mikey can't know."