#& ‘ — ☆ sweet talk with a hint of sin. 〈 threads. 〉

[sebastianswallows]

Nobody's Darling — 4. The Bed

— PAIRING: Benny Cross x F!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: Benny comes across a girl walking alone in the middle of nowhere and offers her a ride to the nearest town. They stop at a motel.

— WARNINGS: fluff, smut, body worship, fingering, oral (f receiving), creampie, bit of size kink if you squint, cuddles, sweet dirty talk, a lot of wet and messiness

— WORDCOUNT: 5.7k

— TAGGING: @confessionbrain-writings @fleurdemers

— A/N: Continuation of Part 3.

“Why’d you ask me to stop?” he rasped, trailing a hand up her body until he reached her breast. “Hmm?”

She fell back into the armchair melting, squirming, finally catching her breath before he started toying with her nipple.

“Too much for you, baby?” he smiled.

She nodded, keeping her eyes closed as the overwhelming feelings started smouldering beneath her skin again.

“Shhh… relax… Was it good, though?”

“B-benny…”

“Tell me it was good.”

“It was…”

“Say it, darlin’,” he cooed, letting his lips rest against her thigh and looking up at her with innocent blue eyes. “I need to know.”

She swallowed the knot in her throat and finally looked down at him again, expecting to find her body heating from how sinful he looked, but instead to only find her heart was breaking — he looked as needy and as lost as she felt, a pleading puppy, and she couldn’t help but brush her thumb across his forehead. Without any hesitation he closed his eyes and leaned against her touch, chasing that hint of tenderness she gave him.

“It… it was good,” she whispered, threading her fingers gently through his hair. “You were good…”

“You mean that?” he asked, opening his eyes again. “But… you didn’t…”

“What?”

“Y’know… cum.”

“I don’t think I can,” she chuckled, blushing deeply. “I’m still a little, you know...”

“Pent up?” he smiled at her. “Been a long day for you, hasn’t it?”

She nodded mutely.

He hummed to himself and started kissing down her legs, his hands carefully massaging the stiff muscles in her calves and thighs. His lips trailed her wetness down her skin and she could feel him taking little nips, pulling bits of it into his mouth in the teasing hint of a bite. He buried his nose into the back of her knee then shifted to her other leg, stroking and caressing all the while.

“Y-you don’t have to…” she started, feeling more self-conscious the lower he went.

A groan rumbled out of him that made her tremble. “You don’t want me helpin’ you, don’t want me buyin’ you dinner… Why is that?”

She bit her lip, not daring to confess that she thought he was beneath her — at least, she did at first. But looking down at him, into his sad eyes, she could tell he knew already.

“I guess I just didn’t think that you… you…”

“What? That I feel this way ‘bout you?”

She nodded, her messy hair getting even more tangled against the back of the armchair.

Benny chuckled. “Trust me, doll. It surprised me too. I don’t tend to pick up ladies I find on the side of the road.”

“Oh,” she muttered, shrinking in her seat at the memory of how humiliating their introduction was.

“I didn’t mean it like that —”

“No, I know, you’re right —”

“— I just meant… Damn it,” he sighed, hands tightening against her ankles.

He rested his forehead against her legs, taking a few quiet breaths for a moment. She wondered what went on inside that head, that soft and messy, mysterious mind of his that had taken her by surprise the whole night.

His eyes scanned her body, from her flushed chest all the way down, little moans bubbling in his throat at the sight of her spread out before him. It was the look somebody gave to the night sky when they were all alone and thinking, or to a quiet lake as a family of swans swam by. Then his gaze reached her battered soles and he sank even lower before her. How hadn’t he noticed how wounded she was after her walk that night? His lips traced from her calves down to her ankles, and before she could stop him he was kissing the arches of her feet.

“Benny,” she gasped. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Hurts me to see you like this,” he mumbled with a frown, his thumbs rubbing lightly over the delicate bones. “You didn’t tell me you were bleedin’…”

“I’m not. It’s all dry now, I just need a bandaid… I’ll be fine.”

He sighed, his breath fanning across her skin. He had never felt so powerful and weak at the same time, both overcome with a need to protect her and something a little bit more selfish.

“Hurt me to see you out there all alone,” he whispered as he looked into her eyes. “It’s not a bad stretch of road, just, you didn’t have no one.”

She squirmed in his grasp, instantly ashamed at the prospect of being pitied. Benny felt ashamed as well, because he knew that was how others saw him — all alone on long dirt roads. The guys admired him for staying so remote from all of it, some were even envious, but Benny wasn’t that naive. He knew being alone was a bad way to be… None of the girls that hung around the club would date him cause he never gave a fuck, he rode until he crashed — and who wanted to be around somebody like that? He pretended he didn’t care about the way girls saw him, but if this night proved anything it was that he’d give a lot to have someone of his own, if even for a little while. He placed a few more lazy kisses on the tops of her feet, avoiding the places where she seemed sore and raw, pouring all of his care for her into his kisses.

“Please don’t,” she winced, trying to move her legs out of his grasp, but his hold on her ankles was steady. “You shouldn’t feel bad for what happened. You weren’t there, it’s… it’s alright…”

He sighed against her skin but relented, trailing his lips back up her legs while his fingers tickled a path higher. He nuzzled his face into the back of her knee again and lapped at the sweat that pooled there.

“If you were my girl, none of that would’ve happened,” he whispered, his hands on her flesh turning firm and possessive. “Would you like that?”

“W-what?”

“Being mine.”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Could help you figure it out,” he said with a hopeful smile.

While his mouth distracted her, he held her hip steady with one hand and brought the other slowly higher, past her knee and her soft thighs, caressing for a while the soft warm skin of her plushy folds, then parting them.

“O-oh… What’re you doing?” she whispered with a dry sob, hips arching to the rhythm of his touch.

“Easy there, darlin’…” said Benny as he teased her hole.

He pushed his finger deeper and chased her when she squirmed, not letting her escape his touch. Breathlessly his lips left her knee to go back to her centre just above where his hand was. Her wet sounds filled the air, the slick clicking and low moans filling her with shame. Benny was entranced meanwhile, eyes closed as he massaged his lips over her clit and let his tongue lap lazily around her entrance.

“I’m going to make you feel better, alright?” he whispered between kisses. “I’m going to take good care of you, sweet girl… Make you change your mind ‘bout me.”

He kept his hand low to make room for himself, middle finger constantly moving in and out at a slow and steady pace while his lips pressed kisses to her swollen folds, her mound, her clit... He heard her giggling between her moans.

“Hmm?”

“Your beard tickles me,” she laughed, looking down fondly at him.

Benny chuckled and dove in again even deeper than before, letting the short bristles of his beard and moustache rub around her folds. He used his whole mouth on her, plush lips kissing every delicious bit that he could reach. Her fingers tightened in his hair and her back arched sharply. When he looked up at her, her head was tilted back, lips parted in a moan that threatened to burst at any moment. She looked the way he felt when he rode the fastest he could go, when the world melted away and there was only pleasure… With a smile, he leaned up and dragged the tip of his tongue along the column of her swollen clit from its hot little head to the top of her mound, then bent to cover it again with his mouth. She whimpered and her leg tightened on his shoulder, pulling him closer to her with a desperate amount of strength.

“Benny,” she gasped, her voice a shadow on the evening air.

He growled when he felt her clench on his finger. It was like a circle of fire all around him and he throbbed inside his jeans at the thought of what she’d feel like on his cock. Slowly, he pulled his finger out of her and without even having to think about it he plopped it in his mouth, sucking it clean.

“You’re so fuckin’ sweet,” he growled, his hands going back to her thighs to hold her apart.

He kissed her folds slowly and reverently as if he were kissing her cheeks while she was asleep. Her body trembled in his grip and her every sigh was shaky. He sunk the tip of his tongue inside her just to feel her clench, then pulled away to drag a hot wet path across her clit, and did it again and again, slathering her in her own juices.

“Stop that,” she said in a shattered voice as she sunk her nails into his scalp. “Stop teasing…”

“Come to bed with me,” he whispered, his lips pressing kisses wherever he could reach. “I wanna have you, please come to bed with me…” He wouldn’t have thought begging would come so naturally to him, but it did with her.

He looked up at her from between her thighs, up her tense tummy and her heaving breasts, and caught her frightened gaze in his. She was considering it… It shouldn’t have excited him as much as it did but just her thinking about it was a win. He kept looking into her eyes as he bent a little lower and parted his lips, letting her see his tongue reach out to tickle at her clit. She covered her mouth and buried a shrill broken sound in the palm of her hand.

“Won’t you let me take you to bed, darlin’?” he quietly asked, his fingers brushing up and down her hips in what he hoped was a consoling way.

“W-why?”

“Because,” he whispered, kissing a path across her mound then up her tummy, “because I wanna make you cry, and laugh, and purr.” He slid his arms around her waist, lifting her hips slightly from the old armchair, his chest pressed between her thighs as he kept kissing up her body. Her hands were limp in his hair, fingers tangled in the messy blond locks. “I wanna bring you pleasure with my mouth, and my hands, and my…” He breathed a sigh over her chest as he watched a bead of sweat roll down. With a whine, he nuzzled his face into her neck and breathed her in for just a little while. “I wanna feel you fall apart and know it that was me who got you that way.”

Her hands fisted in his hair and right against his lips he felt her pulse go faster. She was scared…

“I won’t get you into any trouble,” he added, looking up at her. “I promise.”

She looked down at him, her lips parted and her eyes distinctly shadowed. It was hard for him to read what she was thinking, and the moments of silence dragged on in agony for him. She could kick him away like a dog, she had a right to… Any decent woman would feel ashamed of what he’d done to her so far, let alone what he was offering —

“O-ok…”

Or perhaps not.

“Really!?” he asked, his lips pulled into a big dumb smile.

She nodded and as soon as he saw that he reached up to kiss her. It was the first time he kissed her mouth and it took some strength of will for him to bury that shame deep. Her pretty lips were the first thing he should’ve kissed, along with her pretty hands, her pretty cheeks, and then work his way down from there. He’d done everything backwards so far, everything wrong… But she’d just given him a chance to do everything right for once.

His arms around her tightened and he picked her up, heaving both of them to their feet before she could give out a sharp indignant squeak. The slip that was rolled around her waist fell from her as he led her to the bed, walking backwards. She sat down almost too eagerly and wrapped her arms around herself, but then looked down at the noisy mattress with some distaste when she heard how loud it squeaked.

“This is even worse than mine,” she said as she gently bounced, testing the give of the springs underneath.

“Yeah but the floor ain’t much better,” he chuckled.

She looked up at him and blanched when she saw that he was taking his top off. Benny threw it to the floor and sat beside her, his hands getting lost in her hair.

“What?” he asked when he saw her staring, blushing.

“Nothing, I guess I just somehow didn’t think…”

That she’d see him naked that night?

“I can put it back on,” he said, feeling a bit self-conscious. “I just thought you didn’t feel good, seeing as you’re… And I’m still…”

“No, it’s alright,” she said, her lips pulled into a little smile. “Just not used to seeing a guy like that… Yet…”

Her gaze slipped to his chest every few seconds, and his arms, and his shoulders before she brought it back to his eyes. She might’ve been scared, he thought, but looking at his body didn’t seem to turn her off… It made him feel a little better.

“Why don’t you lay down, babe,” he said with a smile, “and we’ll see if we can make you forget all about what I look like.”

She slowly let herself lay on the pillow, thin and grey, but her gaze was still fixed on him, eyes smouldering in the darkness.

“But I don’t want to forget what you look like,” she whispered.

It stopped Benny in his tracks. Oh he’d done his best to tease her all night, but she might just be the death of him with sweet words and praises like that. He braced his arms around her head and leaned down to rest his lips against her own. It made her gasp, and then he felt her smile. Her hand came timidly up to curl around his shoulder and Benny moaned into her mouth. He loved it when she touched him no matter how briefly or on what part of him. With his eyes closed he eased himself on top of her and felt his cock grow hard again at feeling her beneath him. Her knees were poking at his hips, her breasts brushed up against him, and when he spread his legs a little wider he eased her thighs apart as well.

“Benny,” she gasped against his lips, pulling away to catch her breath.

“You ok?” he asked, panting as well.

She nodded, shifting her body underneath his, as much she had room to — which wasn’t all that much, to his secret delight — but then whimpered and winced, and her nails dug into his shoulder.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

“The bed,” she frowned, twisting beneath him. “Something’s sticking in my back…”

He slid his hand beneath her and felt the rusty springs there right under the thin layer of the mattress.

“Ah fuck… Sorry,” he muttered. He’d already forgotten how uncomfortable the bed was, if he ever noticed in the first place.

He looked around for something he could use to make things easier for her — the armchair for its cushions, his jacket, the blanket she’d brought with her… He even considered rolling them over so that she was on top, but he doubted she could handle that. Then his eyes landed on the pillow she lay on, meagre as it was.

“Let’s try this, honey,” he said, and he lifted her and pulled the pillow underneath her back.

She yelped at being manhandled and blushed — not only at that but at how she was displayed now. Benny drank in the way she looked with her back arched, chest presented to him like the most tender dish, her hips raised ever so slightly... He grinned deliciously but it faltered when he noticed how scared she looked. She must’ve felt so vulnerable, so strangely and unnaturally displayed… As much as he might’ve enjoyed the sight of her body, his heart still broke that he couldn’t offer her something a little better.

“You alright, babe? Here, let me hold you up,” he cooed, his body coming down to cover hers as he cupped his hands beneath her head to make of them a pillow and raise her head in a more comfortable pose. “That’s better, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” she said, smiling in a drunken way now that he was so close, so completely surrounding her, supporting her, his undone jeans tickling her inner thighs.

She leaned up for a kiss and he gladly gave it. He brushed his thumbs against her head, through her loose locks of hair, and closed his eyes to better savour the sweet taste of her lips. Her thighs tightened around his hips in something of an invitation, and he could only keep kissing her so long before he parted with a growl.

“You want it, don’t you?” he breathlessly asked. She looked at him with wide and nervous eyes. “You don’t have to say it…”

Making sure she was still comfortable, he reached down to push his jeans below his hips, but then she stopped him.

“No. I want… I…”

“Yeah, sweetheart? What do you want?”

“I’d like you to take it off. All of it,” she whispered, looking up into his eyes.

Benny thought his heart had stopped. Considering how nervous she’d been around him so far, he almost refused, but then again he so desperately wanted to be seen… As soon as he got his wits back, he gently let her head down on the bed and rushed to take his jeans off. He thumbed his socks off too and his wristwatch, throwing everything onto the ground. He wanted to feel her with as much of his skin as he could.

She stared at him with bated breath, her body slowly curling in on itself the more of him he revealed. Her eyes traced his chest, his stomach, and fluttered closed before they could reach lower. She bit her lower lip and whimpered. Benny figured it was a normal reaction the first time a girl like her saw a guy, but it saddened him all the same. He wished things were different… That he could know and feel the things she wanted, that he could give them to her, and that she could allow herself to want. He crawled back on top of her, hands brushing up her ribs and chest and arms as he got closer, and he framed her hips between his thighs. He cupped her head again placed his hands beneath it, and let a moment pass between them in silence as she relaxed.

“You alright?” he whispered as he brushed his thumbs across her temples.

She held his gaze and nodded.

“Good,” he smiled, and bent to kiss her.

He felt her smile against his lips, her hands coming shyly up around his shoulder, the light scraping of her nails... She gasped into his mouth when he thrust his hips a little, his cock brushing her mound. He could feel her squirming, trying to move up the bed in fear of what was coming, but he held where he wanted her and started moving slowly, getting her used to his presence. Her folds were hot against his tip, her tuft of hair soft and wet from both his kisses and herself. His stomach sweat stuck to her own each time he thrust down and dripped ticklishly across them both.

“Benny,” she moaned.

“What is it?” he asked, lifting his mouth just high enough so they could speak. He was so close to her that they were breathing the same air, sharing the same body heat.

She whimpered and wrapped a leg around his waist. He groaned when he felt her rub herself against him, her slit running up and down his cock in one long needy kiss.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” he breathed, his mouth speaking without him. “I want you, I want you badly, baby…”

Her fingers tightened in the hair at the bottom of his skull as she pulled him in for another kiss. She tasted like everything he ever wanted — freedom, love, and innocence. He wanted to breathe her in, to swallow her, to sink into her blood, but all he could do was rub his skin against her own and touch her. His hands tightened around her and his hips thrust forward, and after a few clumsy aims around her swollen folds, his tip nudged at her entrance.

“Aaah! B-benny!”

“Shhh… shhh… it’s ok,” he whispered against her mouth before kissing her again, swallowing her moans and whimpers.

Although a part of him was scared that he had hurt her, another was hopeful that she might enjoy feeling him there. Trying to control how badly he wanted to just thrust in all the way, he pushed into her with measured little motions. The pillow that kept her back bent made her so tight Benny was almost close to tears.

“How’s that, baby?” he asked in a whisper, just easing the head inside.

Her eyes were dark and wide and her breathing was shallow, but she nodded. It was all he needed to know before he went a little harder. With one hand still serving as her pillow, he reached down to grip her thigh and pulled it up until he could hook it on his elbow. He bit back a moan when she clenched around him, her core tightening on his cock, her soft insides throbbing. He braced his knees against the bed and pushed in slowly, forcing her body to swallow his own.

“Oh! Oh f— Benny!” she gasped, shivering with every outward breath.

“Is that ok?”

“It… it’s good.”

Her eyes closed for one second in ecstasy — or was it pain? — but then she looked at him again as if were starving, thirsting, desperate for him. It made his heart swell ten times over. Just the sight and sound of her losing her mind because of him changed everything for Benny, and suddenly he forgot all about himself. With her head cupped gently in his hand he pushed in slowly, further and further in… He watched her eyes go wide and teary and her lips part in a shaky cry, and when he reached the end of her he stopped. He rested his forehead against hers and listened to the little sounds she made, the pleading and the frailty in them, and looked into her eyes that seemed so drunk on pleasure and yet stayed fixed upon his own.

She was clenching around him, her body adjusting, her folds swollen and soft when his sac came to rest up against them. He shifted a bit on the bed and pulled a delicious moan from her when the rough hair on his loins rubbed her little clit. She melted in his arms, the thin thread of a moan escaping her, but he could feel her legs grow tense and restless as fire built up underneath her skin. Benny moved his hips just slightly, thrusting back and forth a little at a time before he could build it up to more, and it drove him crazy to feel her so responsive underneath him. She was panting silently, her nails scratching his skin, and her eyes however drunk and dizzy kept looking up at him. He moved against her like a wave, canting back and forth despite his muscles growing tense from how much he was holding back. She whimpered and her hands started to trail across him, restless, clinging to him with a sense of urgency.

“There’s a good girl,” he soothed her, brushing his lips against her cheek. “You ready for a little more?”

She mumbled something languid and when he pulled away again he saw her tear-stained cheeks with little trails of black from her mascara. All around him, she felt desperate and weak, holding him like his body was giving life to hers. It caused something strange to bloom in Benny.

“Talk to me, babe,” he whispered, rubbing a thumb against her temple.

She nodded, her hips tilting up and down in a messy rhythm along with him. “Yeah,” she breathed, “I… I want it… please?”

“Poor baby, you don’t need to beg,” he cooed. “You never gotta beg me for anything…”

He let go of her thigh and braced one arm beside her, then moved his knees a little higher until they were by her hips, and slowly started thrusting harder into her. She whined and her body stretched beneath him in a restless squirm but there was nowhere else for her to go. His arms were all around her, his cock was deep inside, and his large palm beneath her head kept her from being shoved upwards each time his thrusts threatened to push her higher.

“Oh fu— Benny! Benny!” she cried out, sounding more scared and overwhelmed with every long, hard thrust.

He buried his face in her neck as he started heaving himself into her, feeling her moans bubble in her throat and then flow out when it got too much for her. Resting his forehead on her collarbone, he looked down between them, at her breasts brushing against his chest, the skin of her tummy sticking to his with sweat, and underneath that the white ring of girl cum around his cock whenever he pulled out.

“Fuck,” he gasped, feeling a lick of flame build up along his inner thighs just at the sight of that.

He closed his eyes and focused instead on her, on making her feel good, on pushing more of those sweet sounds out of her. Just hearing her and feeling her like that tickled his pride and brought him closer.

“Please,” she whispered, moving together with him in an artless, animal way. “I need it… I can’t…”

“You close?”

“Yeah…”

“Where d’you want it, sweetheart?” he mumbled, letting his lips rest lay against her neck.

“W-what…?”

“What I’m gonna give to you… Come on, baby, where d’you want it?”

Her whole body trembled when she understood his meaning. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, and finally found the courage to say it. “In me, in me, inside, I need —”

“Fuck, baby, you don’t know what you’re asking.”

He’d promised he wouldn’t get her in trouble, and finishing inside would do exactly that. But the hunger in her weak voice was what he too felt, and if she asked again he wasn’t sure he could deny it to her.

“I don’t care,” she sighed, her forehead resting against his, her tearstained cheek rubbing with his as if every cell in her body yearned to be with every cell in his. “I don’t care, I don’t care… I want you…”

He closed his lips around her neck in something like a bite and kiss and reached up to grab her hand. Her fingers intertwined with his and she clung to him harder when he pressed inside, sinking his cock all the way, and held there. He wouldn’t do it without feeling her cum first.

Benny rubbed his hips against her, pleasuring her clit with the rough base of his cock and keeping her stuffed full until she started crying. Her back bent sharply, arching off the pillow, letting the whole front of him feel her pressing up, reaching for him, while her pleading moans filled the dark room. She drowned out the sound of the wind outside, the cicadas and the passing cars, she drowned out every thought Benny had ever had. He parted from her sweet and sweaty neck again to look at her. Her lips were swollen and her cheeks were flushed, but her sad eyes were opened, drinking him in.

“That’s it, doll, cum for me,” he whispered, cupping her soft and messy head.

“I ca— I want to,” she rambled. Her body grew even more restless beneath him as she struggled letting go.

“Let me feel it, I wanna feel it first, come on…” he said as he disentangled his fingers from her own and slid his hand between them.

He found her little clit, its exposed head feverish and raw, and he only had to flick it once for her to break beneath him. Her whole body twitched and for a moment she closed her eyes tightly, tears slipping from their corners. A loud moan spilt from her lips and instinctively she clapped her hand over her mouth, muffling herself as she kept crying out in pleasure.

“That’s it, baby, fuck you’re beautiful,” he gasped, teasing her clit and thrusting roughly to pull it all out of her.

Her eyes opened again, looking wide and scared, but she kept her mouth covered as her moans got louder. He could feel her clenching, throbbing all around his cock, hugging him and holding him inside of her just like a hungry mouth. A warm wetness like a kiss spread across his sac as the rhythmic pulsing of her insides squeezed her sweet juices out and it took all of Benny to keep his orgasm at bay. He wanted to just feel her…

He bit his lip and rested his forehead against hers as she calmed down. Her body still throbbed maddeningly around him but her sounds quieted to tired gasps. When he finally felt her body grow lax, he pulled her hand away to kiss her. Her matted lashes tickled his cheeks.

“Was that good, babe?” he asked with a cheeky smile.

“Yeah…” she breathed, her voice sounding broken.

“Yeah?” he grinned proudly.

“Mmhmm…”

With one more little kiss, Benny started thrusting again, moving slowly and carefully, caressing her insides as his rough hand reached down to cup her breast. He gently toyed with her nipple to distract her from how sore she must’ve gotten. She winced but arched her back, her body opening to him, submitting mindlessly now that he’d brought her so much pleasure. He peppered kisses down her neck and licked across her chest as his hips started moving faster like before, and when he caught her nipple in his mouth he felt a shiver running down his spine. He looked up and caught her looking down at him, cheeks dark and hot, her eyes entranced by the sight of him. It only took a few more clenches of her puffy little hole for him to break. He quieted his moans by sucking on her breast and finally let go, all that pent-up lust and longing rushing through him like an electric current. It came in violent spills that soaked the head of his cock in his own juices, pooling inside her until it came running down the side of his cock and started dripping out along his thighs and hers. He panted against her breast, lips and beard wet with his own spit after messily nursing on it, and through the maddening pleasure, he felt her gentle fingers threading through his hair to soothe him.

There were little after-shivers of delight, like sparks firing off in his overheated thighs and tummy even as he started calming down. He let her nipple fall from his mouth as his dizzy head came to rest against her chest, and he took a few moments to catch his breath before he dared look up at her again. She was still petting him, her motions less smooth than earlier that night, with little hints of shivers travelling through her muscles, but no touch had ever felt more perfect before.

Finally, he raised his cheek from her soft skin. “You ok?” he asked, his voice sounding so rough he felt embarrassed.

She held his gaze and nodded. Her hair was a mess in his grip, her makeup was running down her face, and for a moment he felt like a beast for how he’d treated her. But then she smiled and licked her lips.

“How about you?” she asked.

He wasn’t sure there was a word for how he felt. “Perfect…” That would have to do it.

Still breathing heavily, he eased his length out of her body and laid beside her on the bed. She winced and shivered, her legs curling up in a fragile and protective posture that made him want to hold her in his arms.

“You really ok?”

“Y-yeah… I think so.”

“Come here,” he whispered, curling an arm around her back and pulling her atop him.

She wrapped a leg around his waist and pulled herself even closer, bringing her head to rest upon his chest. It wasn’t the most comfortable pose, but they were both so tired that for an instant that awful bed was the best one in the world. Benny kissed the top of her head and stretched his arm across her back to better cuddle her.

“Think you can go to sleep like this, sweetheart?” he asked, nuzzling her hair.

“I don’t think I could do anything else right now,” she giggled.

“Sleep then,” he said with a loving smile. He wanted to sway her like a child, to cling to her, to tie the both of them up somehow so that she could never leave, but all he could do was hold her.

[addiemontgcmery]

open starter - 12/24 @traumasstart​

"listen, i’ve been in surgery for the past six hours. you’re going to have to catch me up to speed on what’s going on before you just start spewing case details at me.” daniel said taking off his scrub cap as he entered back into the emergency room and looking at the board, trying to see how many patients were currently being seen and waiting. 

[calcmitous]

starter for: chelsea czerny / @enstatued​

the record store isnt her usual venue unless she was buying some sort of gift for julian. although their current state means less money spent. walking into the record store, she walks up and down the aisle until she spots chelsea and a bright grin graces her features. their own friendship is unlikely as chelsea is yasmin’s complete and polar opposite but yasmin welcomes the friendship. Approaching behind her, yasmin rests a chin on her shoulder, “whacha doin? i think when you get off you should hang out. with me.”

[tashinhc]

৴ ☾ ˙ ˖ ¸ ﹝OUTFIT.﹞ ❝Watching my dress now fall to the floor.❞

[rcwrittcndcstiny]

@lcnleyhearts >Sal

Helga was much too excited about the carnival, truth be told. She'd already gone once, and had a fun time, but going with her friends would be even better. Seeing Sal, she winked at him like usually, a rush of confidence flooding through her. "Hey handsome." It was a familiar greeting, but what followed was out of character for her. "Want to go on a date to the carnival with me?" Oh no, that was a terrible idea. Immediately, she had to take it back before he turned her down. She couldn't lose his friendship. "As friends, of course. Rowena and Godric are busy, otherwise it'd be a 'double date'."

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[srslysun]

( @minjincx )

if there was one thing sun was terrible at, it was cooking. somehow, someway, he always messed something up. “artemis, do the onions go in or the garlic?” he questioned his australian shepherd following him around the kitchen. sun turned to look at the recipe, finding that both went in the pan. he then turned around to find a lid only to look back and see the onions on fire. “oh fuck! “ sun pushed the pan off the stove and looked around for something to put out the fire, finally seeing a bowl with dirty water he dumped it on top of the pan. a sigh leaving his lips as the fire went out. “i’m going to live on take out for the rest of my life. this is it, this is my fate.” he complained before hearing the front door open. sun looked from the australian shepherd to where his roommate would be walking through any second. “hey!” he said sliding in front of minjin, his voice honey sweet. “before you say anything, i didn’t mean to and i’ll clean it up but we should just order takeout tonight.” 

[sukirichi]

earned it (3)

Gojo Satoru is a firm believer that if you work hard for it then you shall earn it. But on the other side, he’s not unfamiliar with his own sins. He also believes that there is punishment due for his sins as he’s earned it.

cw. mentions of murder, explicit smut, oral (m. receiving), mentions of violence, TW dub-con, drama, drugs, mentions of virginity loss, dirty talk, unedited as always

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Pained groans filled your ears, coating the dead silent night. Immediately, you sprang up awake, finding your husband clutching his knee beside you. You rushed to the bathroom to prepare an iced compress, helping him sit beside the bed. Naoya breathed heavily above you, his usually slicked back hair falling into soft bangs above his eyes. In this light, the fierceness of his face had smoothened down into that of vulnerability, fox-eyes replaced with a sort of tenderness that partnered his pain.

Looking down at the ragged scar running down his thigh to his knee, the gnarly scar popped from his otherwise flawless skin, you ran your hands over it. Naoya sighed as you kissed the scar gently, rubbing soothing circles over his good knee.

“Does it still hurt?”

“A little,” he admitted. Both of you enjoyed the comfortable silence after that, with you kneeling on the floor as you helped numb his pain, your husband’s fingers looped through yours. Minutes passed and soon, the sunlight streaked behind him from the floor length glass windows, illuminating your dark silhouettes in a golden glow. Naoya’s eyes flickered to the clock on your table, his hands squeezing yours for a fleeting moment. “It’s today. Are you ready?”

No, you wanted to say. You and him had prepared for this moment better than anyone else, and yet, you couldn’t ignore the tightening of your chest. Much like Naoya, you both held wounds that couldn’t be healed by time.

But Naoya looked at you expectantly, soft hands cupping your face as if he immediately read the worry written all over you.

You wanted to cry, wanted to stay in his arms and pretend nothing would go wrong, but you couldn’t do it. Not when he’d saved you countless of times before, and this was your only chance of saving him.

Naoya needed you more than ever – you had to stay strong from him.

“As long as you’re there, I’ll be ready for anything,” you smiled at him, feeling warmth spread all over your chest when he reciprocated the gesture. You liked it on him; he always felt a lot more youthful every time he smiled. Reaching up to kiss his forehead, you trailed your lips down to the ring adorning his fingers to look him straight in the eye. “Always?”

Naoya nodded as a promise, “Forever.”

Your hands treaded through Satoru’s locks, his lips sweet and tender as he tasted you. It had been a few months since your arrangement began, and slowly but surely, little by little, you were growing more comfortable with him. There was still that voice at the back of your head screaming that maybe this was wrong, this was dangerous; you didn’t know him very well – but these thoughts slipped away the moment you felt his lips on yours.

If it was wrong, why did you fit in his arms so right? He felt like home; peaceful, secure, strong and stable. If it was dangerous, why was your heart at peace? If you didn’t know him very well, why did it feel like had always been there, a fragment you’d been unknowingly waiting to build you up in all those lonely years you walked this earth?

You’d definitely underestimated him. The cocky and smooth customer turned out to be the most caring person ever, his kindness showing through the fact he’d never pushed you for anything.

Making out with him was now a daily occurrence, though you never got past the first base. Sure, there would be teasing touches under your shirt, your curious hands trailing over his pants, but it had never escalated into more than that. You could tell Satoru was holding back; the painful tent in his slacks enough proof of this. His hardened cock rubbed against the thin material of your shorts as you grinded against him, earning a harmonious man from the man who’d gotten so addicted to worshipping you.

“Satoru, hmm, baby,” you stopped kissing him, turning to look at where his hands gripped at the flesh of your thighs. A thin thread of spit connected your lips from your heavy make out session, though your mind felt dazed, core burning at the friction. If you could just...

Satoru easily caught on the words bit down your tongue, his calloused hands caressing your cheek to coax it out of you. “What is it, angel?”

“I…Can I try something with you?”

“What is it?” he tapped your cheek, a sweet smile on his face when you groaned in embarrassment, head buried in the crook of his neck. “It’s okay, don’t be shy.”

“Well, you’re always making me feel good and I know you’re holding back so I just wanted to…”

“Wanted to what, angel?” he pulled you back so he could look at your face, his usual teasing grin now hardened into a serious expression. Satoru had always been adamant to put your comfort above all else, his voice dropping an octave lower as he massaged your thigh. “I can’t know if you won’t tell me.”

Taking a deep breath, you managed to look him in the eye, squeaking out, “I want to make you feel good too.”

Satoru’s brows dipped down. “Angel,” he said, that saccharine nickname dripping like honey from his lips. Did he even know how much effect he had over your heart? Apparently not, because Satoru swooped down to steal your breath away, pressing his lips harder to reassure you he respected your limits. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” you insisted, hands fisted on his shirt. “Want to taste you.”

Satoru opened his mouth to speak, but you were faster, and for the first time in his life, he did not see something coming. His back hit the wooden headboard as you crawled down on his lap, tugging his pants down to palm the erection bulging from his boxers. His groans were deeply masculine, so fucking sexy coming from him that you rubbed your core against the sheets in desperate search for friction.

Your hands fumbled for his boxers until you completely pulled it down, gasping when his thick member slapped at his toned stomach. His muscles clenched above you, thighs quaking from your ministrations.

Truthfully, you had not the slightest idea of why he seemed so aroused when you were inexperienced at this. You had to keep sending him nervous glances as you placed a tentative grip at the base, thumb swiping the pre-cum away from his tip. Satoru’s head fell back on the pillows, strings of curses spilling past his lips. Fuck, you had no idea how to do this; you just hoped it could be good for him. Deciding to hell with it, you slipped the throbbing member inside your lips, his reaction reflexive.

Satoru fisted the sheets under him, hips thrusting up. The action caused him to buck deep into your mouth until he hit the back of your threat, tears springing at your eyes. You wanted to pull out to breathe until you looked at Satoru, and fuck, did your mind change.

“Goddamn, angel!”

Your boyfriend looked absolutely delectable like this – shirt crumpled and eyes snapped shut from the pleasure. His cock burned in your mouth, and purely out of curiosity, you swirled your tongue around his vein just to see his reaction. Satoru’s blown out pupils met yours the deeper you took him in, his arm reaching out to fist at your hair. It wasn’t painful – he never hurt you even if sometimes you wished he could go a little rougher – but you were determined to evoke more of those pretty moans from him, fighting back the tears that blurred him from your sight.

Your throat would burn like a bitch by the end of this, though that no longer mattered when his composed self fell apart bit by bits. Gosh, you loved him so much; you could keep him in your mouth forever if that could express it.

Satoru moaned the instant you hollowed your cheeks around him, pushing his hands away that moved to hold you. You didn’t want to be romantic; you just wanted to make him cum.

He saw your determination to push you over the edge that he let go, slipping his fingers through yours instead. It shouldn’t have felt so domestic when you sucked him off good, but nothing had never felt more right. You pulled him off with a pop, licking all around the base to coat his cock with his cum and drool. His groans painted the room and he wouldn’t stop squirming underneath you, dulcet low moans so, so addicting.

Other than his moans, you were also addicted by the taste of him. You flipped your head at a different angle before you took him in again, flattening your tongue on the base and making sure to poke hard on the veins. He had a fucked out grin as his knees bucked beside him, his hands keeping you flat on his head.

“Yeah, angel,” he gritted his teeth, “That’s so fucking good.”

Was he coming?

You had no idea, having never done this before. For now, you just wanted to repay all the kindness he’d shown you by sucking him off good that he’d never forget you. You probably cursed him then, conditioned this man into being so addicted to you that he would never even think about leaving.

The mere thought of that had you choking on his cock, driving him back deep your throat. Your nose came in contact with the neatly trimmed hairs on his base as you gagged on his length, nails dug deep into the linen sheets beside you.

One thrust, two more – his cock twitched, then he came. “Right there, angel, fuck!” he spilled inside you, pulling out just in time for the rest to smatter all across your face. You drew back just as his semen painted your face like he was the artist and you were the canvas, and you didn’t think you’d ever felt so majestic in your life. Satoru gripped his cock to smear the contents all over your face, on that day giving you a hint just how much of a kinky little shit he really was, but you let him – because you loved him, and you’d do anything for the one you loved. As you sat there licking away the cum sprayed on your face, he tugged you upwards for a kiss.

You leaned away, thinking he could be disgusted by the bitter taste flowing down your throat, but he paid no mind. He kissed you hard and deep, effortlessly flipping both your bodies until were trapped underneath him, cornered by the love pooling in his eyes. You stared up at him with that same adoration, albeit more hesitant, the pounding in your heart incredibly loud.

You were falling fast – way too fast – that you couldn’t comprehend what would happen if this ended. What if he didn’t feel the same way? What if you were still just a baby girl? Were you mistaking his post orgasm bliss with something else, were you getting too ahead of yourself?

Satoru nudged his chin on your neck, his lips hovering right before your ear. You could hear each ragged breath, your attention zeroed in on the deep, long cut that ran on his back. Not really aware of your actions, you slipped your hand downwards to trace the ragged flesh. Satoru hissed above you, his weight nearly crushing yours as he pulled you in for an embrace far too intimate for an agreement purely on casual fucks and company.

At least, that had been your belief, until – “I think…I’m falling for you.”

You didn’t remember any time you had cried harder, the sobs wreaking your chest desperate and pitiful. Satoru kissed your tears away, each peck of his lips translating to a thousand more i love you’s that healed every crack in your soul.

You held him close then, chest to chest, hearts beating above one another. Perhaps it was too early, but you loved him – excruciatingly so it scared you deep to the bone.

“Me too,” you cried, “I love you – I love you, I—”

“Shh, angel,” he cooed, his hands now trailing down your hips. He gripped at it, his cock once again hard as it teased your entrance. You knew what was to come next, and you squeezed his bicep in anticipation, both fear and anticipation exploding through your nerves. Satoru gazed at you warmly as he read the multiple thoughts running in your head, foreheads pressed into one another as he asked, “Can I show you? Do you trust me, angel?”

“Yes,” you answered in a beat, “A million times yes.”

“I’ll show you then,” he laced his fingers through yours, a lopsided grin so impossibly handsome you just fell harder for him. “I’ll show you how much I love you. I’ll make you feel it deep ‘til you never think about anyone else but me.”

Had he failed then? Had he not shown you enough how much he loved you?

You were the same, but the person standing in front of him seemed so impossible to be you, as well. Your once sweet smile had been replenished by a perfectly practiced one, the taut tightness of your lips and the faux charm so sickeningly sweet.

But it wasn’t what he hated the most. It was the fact he was there, holding you right where Satoru once used to, kissing you right on the lips Satoru used to ravish all by himself.

He didn’t know what he was feeling. Anger? Jealousy? Hatred – upon himself or upon you?

He didn’t know, couldn’t understand anything, that he brushed past Suguru’s equally stupefied face and found comfort in the back part of the cruise. Satoru had lost count of the drinks he’d taken from the waiters who had began to look worried, but he didn’t give a fuck. The image of you comfortably situated by that bastard’s side of all people stirred something dark within his chest. Satoru stared out into the dark ocean instead, dumping his drinks with a scoff.

What a fucking joke, he laughed at himself. He believed leaving you would mean protecting you, but life had a funny way of playing its part.

“Mr. Gojo,” an all-too familiar voice, one that was much too sweet and golden for his liking, caught his attention. His eyes slid over to your form, his jaw clenched at how empty your eyes seemed. There was no spark, not a trace of the light he had always loved, and not a sliver of warmth that never failed to melt his heart. It almost felt like it wasn’t you until your perfectly manicured nails rested atop his shoulder, all elegance and grace in your steps – just as he’d expected from the infamous Zen’in wife. “My husband, Naoya, wishes to speak to you.”

Husband. So you really married him.

You spun away from him with a salacious roll of your hips, and just like that, Satoru snapped. This was you, this had to be you – except it scared him shitless this time around because you were the one walking away from him.

It reminded him of the day he left you, dread sinking deep into the pits of his stomach. Satoru reached you in two long strides, spinning you around until you nearly collided on his chest. You glared at him so harshly he might’ve burned to the ground but god, this really was you and he fucking missed you – so badly that his suit felt impossibly tight he couldn’t breathe. You were still warm against him, soft in the places he was hard, and you were, you were there.

You came back to him.

“Angel,” his voice cracked, “I know that’s you, please—”

But your grip was ice-cold, eyes shooting daggers at the offensive hand on your shoulder. “Let go of me before I shoot your arm off, Mr. Gojo,” you sneered at him, the tension attracting the attention of other guests. Satoru could feel it; the burning gaze of passerby’s who’d stopped in their chatter to spectate the scene. “Just because you are invited, doesn’t mean you get to be too comfortable with me. You and I are not friends, much less acquaintances. Let me go.”

It’s over, his own voice screamed back at him, Let’s go.

Right. He left you, and it made sense you couldn’t stand to be around him. With a broken heart, he removed his hands on you, ignoring the slight scoff following afterwards. Satoru trailed after you like an obedient puppy as you led him inside a narrow hallway, unsurprised as two burly guards slid the double doors open.

Inside the grand room sat your husband himself, his good leg perched on top of his bad one. He was in the middle of his drink, cockily clanking the ice against the glass. His cane perched on the other side of the sofa, just out of it’s owners reach.

Satoru wanted to punch his stupid face but held back as you quickly seated beside him, possessive hands on top of his thighs. He took the seat across the both of you, his lips pressed into a flat line, unimpressed by the turn of events. Though the ocean reflecting the beauty of the moonlight gleamed terribly divine that night, and you illuminated even more radiantly than ever, Satoru felt no entertainment, no joy – just pure hatred.

“Gojo Satoru, the Six Eyes himself. It’s an honour to meet you.”

“You met me before,” he responded stiffly, expecting that Naoya would crack the same way his fucked up father would. But no, he was by far worse, the young man tipping his head back in laughter as if Satoru said the funniest thing.

Beside him, you buried yourself deeper into his arms, absentmindedly sniffing Naoya’s perfume before your shoulders visibly relaxed.

It was clear you trusted this man with your whole heart, though Satoru couldn’t make sense of the attachment. Why him? How did you meet him? Was it right after he left you? How did you wound up in the world he tried so hard to keep you away from? On reflex, Satoru’s need to protect you never wavered even after years, and his gaze trailed down each inch of your exposed skin to look for scars.

Nothing. Not even a single sratch.

And as if feeling his gaze on yours, you smirked back at him smugly, that damned smile reminding him that your husband was more than capable of – what he couldn’t do – protecting you. It was such a harsh slap to his face because Satoru was most evidently the most powerful man in the room; he had more connections, had been in this world long before he walked, had more experience and bloodlust than anyone else, and yet...he couldn’t keep you.

“Indeed, and it wasn’t such a great experience, was it?” Naoya’s voice kept droning on, waving a slender hand in the air. “This is what this party is for. I hope to alleviate any tensions my father may have caused between other clans,” he nodded at the untouched drink in front of Satoru, “Please, enjoy yourself. I only wish to discuss something about Xenet with you.”

“Xenet? You mean the drug your family tried so hard to keep to yourselves?”

“Yes, that. My father…was too prideful with his creations. He didn’t want to share what was his,” Naoya smirked to himself and leaned back into the chair, with you following the motion. Satoru fisted the couch so hard he might as well break it, unable to tear his eyes away from the comfortable way you rested on Naoya’s chest, blinking up innocently at him as you did so. Your husband paid you no mind, seemingly way too used by your affectionate gestures that he continued, “But I am not my father. I care about good connections and profitable business. I think if you’d let us borrow your manufacturing base in Osaka, we could supply you with Xenet to last a decade. Free of interest.”

“And what makes you think I want to have your little drug? It’s just an ecstasy pill.”

“That’s what we want you think,” you piped in, keeping your gaze averted from Satoru’s, shooting little kisses down your husband’s jaw instead. “Xenet is no ordinary drug. It was made with the intention of just making more bougee version of aphrodisiacs and poppers at first, but we found a much more…offensive approach to this,” you trailed off, eyes glistening with mischief.

It was alien – the look on you didn’t feel right. You had changed; his angel was no more.

“Xenet, once manufactured publicly, could even help us grow richer with how affordable it is. Other than the side effects of increased sexual drive and giddiness, it’s also strong enough to be a ticking time bomb,” you announced proudly, “Consume two a day and you might die from a heart attack.”

“So it’s a failed pill.”

Your eyes narrowed at his implications, reminding him that even though you may no longer be his, one thing had not changed: you were still that top student in your Chemistry class. How else could you have saved him from getting poisoned on that day? But now, you used your intelligence differently, marrying mafia leaders, creating drugs.

“I did not create failures.”

Satoru should hate it. Hell, it was wiser to steer clear from you, yet you’d never been more alluring. Your innocence and vulnerability from when you were younger had definitely aroused him in more ways than one, his mind often occupied with the different ways he could get you to cry for him. However, this version of you, the one who had risen from the ashes and flew around like a magnificent surrounded by your own burning flames – it would be a lie to say he did not find himself fascinated by your maturity.

Seven years really changed you.

“You mean to tell me,” he leaned forward, “That you’re basically asking to borrow my base so you can make suicide pills? Is that it?”

“Xenet is only dangerous when consumed in larger doses. But taken regularly, it actually boosts your health, clears your mind. It’s like a super vitamin. It makes you feel…well, on the top of the world. Makes you feel powerful.”

“Death is not the catch,” Satoru concluded from Naoya’s lilting tone, glaring at suspicious man who was staring at his drink in so much glee. He really was fucked in the head – what did you like about this guy?

“What’s your true reason behind this?”

“I want my relatives dead,” Naoya deadpanned, “Before we turned to illegal business, the clan stocks were debated to be passed either to me, or my cousin, Toji. He’s changed his name to Fushiguro now and even had a kid, but he can’t hide forever,” he lifted one shoulder in a lazy shrug, and finally, Satoru started to see glimpses of Naoya’s psychotic father through his eyes. Naoya grinned at nowhere in particular, rubbing his hand over the matching rings you wore, the sinister grin he wore uncannily similar to something Satoru had witnessed years before, though he couldn’t quite put a finger on it. “He’s not going to take what’s mine.”

Satoru scoffed, “Why do you think I would be interested in your family issues?”

“Because that cousin of mine is the only one who’s ever gotten successfully close into killing you,” Naoya snickered, “Remember? Shibuya, 2007? He was still inexperienced that time too. We don’t know how powerful he is now.”

“That fucker went after me for no reason.”

“Money is always his reason,” Naoya explained, “You see, my father was not the real clan leader. It was Toji’s father, my uncle, but he died of lung cancer and my father invited himself to the throne. He wanted everything to be ours, so he kicked my cousin out, leaving him nameless and penniless on the street. He was desperate to survive and—”

“—and became an assassin instead,” Satoru finished for him, to which both you and your husband nodded. You were taking your trophy wife duty seriously; keeping in mind to never interrupt your husband as he spoke. Satoru did his best to not pay too much mind to you, focusing on the looming threat of Toji Fushiguro present. “Let me guess, he was sent to kill me, failed miserably, and now he’s after your money? Why would he be interested in taking the mafia business when he seems fine enough being a hitman?” Satoru urged, “He looked like he enjoyed it.”

Much to Satoru’s surprise, Naoya slammed his glass down on the table, slapping his knee as he howled in laughter. “You are really as humorous as they say, Mr. Gojo.”

“Yeah? How so?”

“Because from what I heard, Toji did not fail miserably,” you mumbled through Naoya’s neck, that grin of yours mocking as your lips trailed down his skin. “The scars on your back – you almost died that day if you weren’t saved by your guards, didn’t you?”

Oh, Satoru mused, two could play this game.

“And how’d you know I have scars on my back, sweetheart?”

Knowing he had you cornered, you scowled. You turned away from him and clutched Naoya’s biceps to soothe your wounded pride, but Satoru knew he’d most definitely hit a nerve. It was low, utterly petty of him, to be exact – but he didn’t care. Right now, his determination to win you over just grows stronger, but Naoya merely chuckled at your exchange, the fucker maintaining his eye contact with Satoru’s while kissing the top of your head.

“Darling. Don’t get too worked up. He’s a friend now.”

“Said who?”

“Said me,” he announced confidently, “My cousin may be ruthless, but he’s not as heartless as I am. He’ll do anything he can to sneak his son within the family ranks and make him clan leader. Toji may be fine living in the streets, but he wouldn’t want the same fate for his son,” Naoya rolled his eyes boredly, “He loved his pathetic wife so much that he’s burdening himself with the promise of securing their child’s future. He’s not going to stop until he finds me.”

“And where do I fall into all this?”

“Toji can’t kill me,” Naoya brought to light, and Satoru noticed the faint change in your face. You looked grim, empty faced from anxiety. “Nearly 40% of our all our money – including where our gold is stored – you do remember stealing that, don’t you?” Satoru shook his head, too distracted by your sudden silence. “You made the mistake of taking what was not yours, Mr. Gojo. It may have been just a disposable slush fund to you, but everything that account had, those were all Toji’s last remnants of his wife before she died. He kept all those money for his family, and you took it away from him,” Naoya leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, smiling through the drink he downed in one go. The sound of the glass setting down on the table was much similar to a final judgement – the dilemma hitting Satoru right in the face.

“Now unless you cooperate with us, I can’t guarantee you’ll be living for the next ten days. He’s in Tokyo right now, and from word on the streets, he’s looking for the Six Eyes.”

“I don’t have that money with me.”

“Right, because you transferred it to my wife seven years ago, right?” At his words, Satoru froze, peering at you for confirmation. However, you’d made yourself smaller, almost shaking while different memories replayed right before your eyes. Satoru wanted to come and wrap you in his arms, to tell you it’s okay because he couldn’t understand why you were trembling so much, but Naoya’s taunting felt too loud and clear. “You wouldn’t want her to die now, would you? It’s going to be a tragic story of Romeo and Juliet, two fallen lovers sharing their last breaths,” he added bitterly, “That account wasn’t activated, you fucker. Everything may be wired to her, but she can’t open it unless you complete the authentication. Now do everything I ask of you and—”

“Naoya,” you finally snapped, “Don’t.”

“Is it true?” Satoru pressed, feeling his heart crush harder in his chest. “You never got the money?”

Your face said it all. “I didn’t.” So it was all for nothing – Satoru had left everything for naught. This whole time, he thought he was doing the right thing, but it was nothing, fucking nothing, utterly useless.

He left you for no valid reason.

“Why my drug base of all places?”

“It’s the biggest running establishment. Besides, you’re a lot more influential and richer than I am. No one would dare step a foot inside while I take over the business, hm?” Naoya challenged, “Xenet’s side effects also include languidness that leads to submission. I simply want to have more control over my people.”

“You’re going to manipulate this entire fucking country.” It wasn’t a question – Satoru had really made sure this guy was fucked in the head, and he thought he was awful.

“I’m not that different from my cousin,” Naoya retorted, “We’d both do anything for money.”

“And you’re using your wife as a pawn to your sick game?”

Naoya remained unaffected by Satoru slamming his palms down on the table, standing in his full height in an attempt to intimidate him. However, your husband merely raised a brow, taunting him with a smirk. “Was I the one who caused her hell all these years by making her a target to all your rivals?”

Things escalated faster than you saw it. One moment, you were cuddled with your husband, the next, Satoru had him by the collar. Naoya refused to show the pain from when his bad knee bumped into the table, enraging the taller man with his endless goading of how Satoru threw you to the side for nothing, calling him useless, pathetic, weak. You stood in front of both of them and pushed Satoru hard enough he fell back into the seat, glaring at you from where he fell. “That’s enough!” you bellowed, protectively encasing Naoya in your arms to steady him. His grimace told you he was in a lot more pain than he let on, and you snatched his cane to the side, screaming at Satoru with so much anger it shook the walls. “Fuck you, Gojo! You need to leave!”

“You’re fucking sick,” he spat at Naoya, “You’re a thousand times worse than your old man. You’re just using her to protect yourself, you fucking coward—”

Your palm resonating with his cheek stung. Satoru was rendered silent from the burning sensation on his face, the flesh still hoarse while you shook in anger. “Don’t you fucking dare speak to him like that.”

“Why are you with this guy?”

“As opposed to being with you?” your anger thundered, “You need to leave, Satoru. I think you’ve overstayed your welcome.”

“Escort him out,” said Naoya as he caressed his knee from the couch. His voice did wonders in calming you down, those three simple words for him regulating your breathing. As if a switch had been flipped inside you, you grew demure, exchanging a thousand words with your husband in just one glance. “You and I will talk later.”

Just like that, you gripped Satoru by the arm and pushed him out the door. He would’ve been happy by your touch, but your nails dug so deep in his suit he actually hissed.

You both didn’t talk until he’s made it through the speedboat that he came in, Suguru already giving you privacy with his back turned. Not that it would change Satoru’s behaviour much because he’s weakened by you again, eyes pleading as he caught your wrist. “Angel,” he whispered, his demeanor far too pitiful for a powerful man like him. Only you – only you could make him this way. “Are you really happy with him?”

“Yes. Yes, I am,” you answered, effectively breaking Satoru for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. Because he loved you, and with loving you came knowing you – he knew there was no lie behind your statement. “I’ve had a taste of hell before, and now I’ve found bliss in my heaven.”

“You’re lying,” he tried to convince himself, shaking his head to get rid of the pathetic tears. “That’s not true, you said you loved me – that’s our promise, right? I’ll get you back, angel. I’ll protect you this time around I – I’ll do everything I wasn’t able to do before. Please. I need you back.”

“Good luck with that, Gojou,” you smiled, but nothing about is happy. In fact, you looked hopelessly, perhaps just as devastated as him. “Time is ticking. One of us is going to die soon.”

It had been three long gruesome days since that fucking cruise party. You were glad to have finally returned home – and yes, you did have a happy home now – but it just felt different when the spot beside you was empty.

You flopped down on your king-sized bed, legs kicking up in the air as you talked to Naoya through the phone. He had business to attend to overseas, leaving you all alone in the Zen’in Estate because he was going someplace dangerous. Though you assured him you could handle yourself just fine, your husband wasn’t having any of it. He shut you up with a kiss and left not long afterwards, so now you had to settle for hearing his voice.

“Have you arrived?”

“Yeah, plane just landed,” his voice that turned gentle only for you crackled through the other line, sounds of shuffling and clinking heard before he spoke again. “Are you in bed already?”

“Hm.”

“Bet you look so fucking pretty right now,” he teased, “You gonna touch yourself at the thought of me while I’m gone, princess?”

“You know my fingers could never compare to your cock.”

“You’re so dirty,” he chuckled back, and your laughter mingled. It was so easy to laugh with him through mindless conversations to kill the time; the two of you acting like the world around you wasn’t burning. “When I get back from Shanghai, I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk.”

“If you do that, I won’t be able to hang off your arm prettily in your events.”

“We can always cancel them, princess. I don’t mind spending the entire weekend in bed with you.”

“Naoya, stop,” you buried your face in the pillows, giggling like a schoolgirl while your husband chuckled. You could hear him ordering his favourite drink to the stewardess and for a moment, you grew jealous, thinking that maybe his servants would be pretty. Then, you remembered – Naoya hated every human being in this world with your exception – you had nothing to worry about.

“You like it when I talk to you this way,” he mused, and you made no move to deny. “So about our anniversary—”

You lifted your head from the pillow as you heard the bell ringing, which was odd because it was half past midnight already. Most of the servants had long retired into their quarters right now, the entire estate on heavy lockdown too. The only person who could arrive was probably a special parcel, and you eagerly hopped off the bed, tying your silk nightgown to make yourself modest. “Oh, hey, I think my package arrived. Someone’s ringing.”

“Is it the Louboutin I got you?”

“I hope so!”

“Have fun dressing up then,” you could hear Naoya’s smile, “Send me photos okay? No undies.”

“No undies!” you agreed, swiping end call before you rushed to the front doors. Gosh, one of the worst things about living in a manor was that you had to take three flights of steps down, the lights in the servants’ wing already turned off so you had to open it yourself. “I’m coming!”

Taking a few seconds to compose yourself, you swung the door open, ready to finally get the shoes you’ve been gushing to Naoya about for days. But you were met with nothing but a tuft of white hair, blood smattered on his cheeks, and lips crashing down onto yours. Satoru pinned you against the wall in the same manner he held you on that day he left, his kisses harsh and longing while you moaned into his mouth, legs turning into jelly.

“Angel,” he rasped into your mouth, grinding his boner to the thin material of your night gown. “I told you you’re fucking mine.”

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ALSO GUYS!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ANON WHO MADE THIS NAOYA X READER DOODLE IM CRYING SO MUCHHHH I LOVE IT SO MUCH I AM LEGIT SPEECHLESS LIKE YOU GUYS? ARE? AMAZING?! ANYWAYS I FINALLY FINISHED THE ENTIRE PLOT OF THIS SERIES AND WELL...I mean, I hope you guys are excited for this as I am, hehehe!! I take back my former note that this was going to be angsty. I think this is more of drama tbh but we’ll see how it goes! (side note...IM IN LOVE WITH THIS FANART PLEASE.)

[pleasantanathema]

Graves into Gardens | Reiner Braun x Reader | Chapter One

Chapter One: Living Ghosts

Pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader 

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: Modern AU, spoilers up to season four, slight manga spoilers (only by including characters met later), captivity, mentions of violence, enemies to lovers, angst, and eventual smut (don’t worry, it’ll come sooner than you think).

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Here’s chapter one of my multi-chapter series for Reiner— chapter two is already ready!

A very special thank you to @present-mel​ , and @whats-her-quirk​ for encouraging me to take the plunge and create this monster (I’ve got a lot planned for this fic and I’m so excited for it) 💕

Masterlist | Next Chapter

           You were having that same dream again, the one where you felt like you were dying. Your shoulder ached with the memory of bursting pain, but there were warm hands there, holding you, pressing down to keep the bleeding at bay. You could never recognize the face, never identify the voice, your ears still ringing from the sound of a piercing gunshot. It was always the same; a delirious memory warped into a nightmare. Sometimes the dream ended in the hospital, other times with you staring at the inside of a coffin, or in a shallow grave.

           But this time, you were waking up, eyes flickering open to meet harsh fluorescent lights and clinking, cold handcuffs around your wrists.

          A white-hot sense of dread pooled over your body.

          You knew where you were. You knew how you got here. And suddenly, you wished you were dreaming again.

          You could still see it all, still hear the deafening blades of the helicopter whirring above you. None of your team had expected the Marleyans to be in the warehouse; they hadn’t been on the soil of Paradis in years. They’d caught you off guard and sent your escape plan into action sooner than expected. You’d tried to follow Mikasa and Armin, but Jean was in your way. The lines of your vertical movement gear had tangled with his as you both hurriedly attempted to ascend and meet Levi in the aircraft, sending you spiraling back into the window, back into enemy territory.

          Someone kicked you in the skull when you landed, you could still feel your head throbbing with the soreness. That must’ve been what did you in, what made you easy pickings to become a captive to the Marleyan government.

          You sat up, taking note of your surroundings: of course, they’d put you in a cell, one void of a bed but thankfully containing a fucking bucket. How considerate. Just outside the iron bars was a table scattered with broken pieces of your gear, undoubtedly torn apart to be studied and to keep you from using it to escape.

          Anger brewed inside your chest, a familiar feeling of betrayal returning that you hadn’t felt in years. There were faces here you didn’t want to see, enemies with broken facades that still haunted your thoughts at night. People you’d trusted, people you’d loved.

          You knew they would show themselves soon. If you were still alive, it’s because there were questions that Zeke Yeagar wanted answers to, tendrils of doubt and duplicity that he wanted to sink into your mind.

━━━─── • ───━━━

          Reiner felt sick. He’d never wanted to see you again, yet he’d been the one to carry your unconscious body through the compound, to cuff you and leave you on the frigid concrete floor. He’d stood over your figure for a while, heart pounding his chest out of fear that you’d wake up and flash that scrutinizing gaze of yours toward him again. But you’d just laid there at his feet, small, vulnerable, like a lost memory washed back upon the shores of his life.

          And of course, now that you were awake, you weren’t talking, refusing to take Zeke’s bait.

          He watched the older man pace around the room, glasses glinting as he wrung his hands. Truly, Reiner had been surprised that Zeke didn’t kill you on the spot, instead opting to transport you all the way across the border to their headquarters, insistent that you be treated like precious cargo. Though, it had been hard to keep Porco from poking at your body in the floorboards of the armored truck. Reiner had tried to keep his gaze away from you, eyes glued to the dark horizon outside of the rain smeared window. Maybe if he had stopped looking at you, you would have disappeared.

          There was something pressing Zeke, something worrying him that he wasn’t sharing with the rest of the warriors. He thought you knew something, or perhaps that you could be valuable in some way.

          Reiner knew that if you were to live, you needed to speak, needed to give them a piece of information to work with. He placed his head in his hands at the table, palms rubbing at his eyes. He shouldn’t—he didn’t—care if you took your last breath here. You were the enemy, someone who’d once held a knife to his throat when his true intentions within the ranks of The Scouts were revealed. He almost wished you’d killed him then, that you’d ended all the years of misery and regret that still clung to his mind like a poisonous leech.

          “Maybe she’ll give in to someone she knows,” Zeke stopped his pacing, attention turning to Annie Leonhart who sat across from Reiner, “why don’t you give it a go?”

          “Absolutely not,” she rejected, long legs crossing at the ankles upon the table.

          “Bertholdt tells me that you two were quite the comrades during your reconnaissance mission.”

          “I wouldn’t say that. We just found each other tolerable. Bertie was always sweet on her, though.”

          Zeke sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Bertholdt is kind to everyone, he’s as soft as they come.”

          Bertholdt, per usual, stayed quiet in the face of Zeke’s remarks.

          Porco Galliard chuckled at that statement, straightening his shoulders before he spoke.

          “Which is exactly why you should’ve sent me to Paradis instead, Chief. I could give her a go. You were being too easy on her, anyways. Once you start ripping off fingernails people really start to give in, you know.”

          Reiner’s gut twisted at the thought.

          “You’re not allowed anywhere near her, Gailliard,” Zeke crossed his arms as a smirk settled into the lines of his beard, “she’s far too pretty, you’d break down and grovel to her before it was all over.”

          Galliard huffed, a pink tinge dusting his cheeks as he shrunk down in his seat.

          “Reiner—”

          He had an inkling that it would come down to this. There would be no point in disputing it, he’d have to come face to face with his past, with sins he thought he left behind four years ago.

          He stood before Zeke could complete his thought, heavy knuckles rapping at the wood of the table.

          “Well, looks like we finally have a volunteer.”

           Every inch of Reiner’s skin bristled as he marched down the corridor to the prison cells. His footsteps were jarring, heavy, like he was determined to leave prints in the floor to mark a final walk of shame. Some part of him hoped you’d be gone when he opened the door, that you would have used your wits and crawled through some air duct and run away from this, from him.

          He almost didn’t turn the door handle. He felt invisible, burdensome hands pulling at his shoulders, calling at him to run. He’d always been a coward, especially when it came to you. He hated you, loathed you because he knew you pegged him as fraud from the beginning. You never threw a kind word in his direction, always looked at him like he was below you, like his pride meant nothing to you.

          Reiner just wished that you had meant nothing to him. Even when the opportunity had presented itself, he couldn’t even find the strength to kill you like his orders demanded. He wondered if you remembered it at all, if your memories had finally flooded back after all this time. Something inside his heart wouldn’t let him that night, some unknown, egregious feeling that by some means overshadowed his hatred. 

          That feeling returned when he entered the room and found you sitting with your back to the wall, your tightly bound hands in your lap.

          He took in a deep breath as he averted his gaze, teeth gritting at the sight of you awake. Zeke was right, four years had done you justice; time had only made you more beautiful than before, and he worried he might fall to his knees before you.

          “Reiner.”

          Sometimes, he just really wished people would stop saying his name.

━━━─── • ───━━━

          A strange relief settled into your stomach at the sight of him. Reiner was as hulking as ever, broad shoulders stretching the threads of his shirt to their limits. But he was different, older…demure, in some ways. He didn’t hold his head as high anymore, didn’t immediately cross his arms across his barreled chest to appear larger. He took tired, golden eyes less intense than you last remembered. His fingers rubbed at his lips, at the facial hair that adorned more pronounced cheekbones.

          You hated to admit that he appeared even more handsome than you remembered.

           There was a red armband tied around his bicep, an insignia emblazoned on it that you’d never seen before.

          “Do I make you nervous, Braun?”

          You caught his attention then, made his eyes look at you as you leaned your head back against the stone wall.

          “Tough question from the one behind bars.”

          His voice had changed, too. He sounded more stoic, more serious. There used to be a hint of glee under that tongue of his.

          “Why am I here?”

          “I’m supposed to be the one asking you things.”

          You shrugged, biting at your cheek as you wiggled your toes to try to make them feel again. Your limbs were starting to ache, your head too, body feeling like it was starting to cement to the floor. You didn’t want to be Zeke Yeagar’s plaything, but you knew that if you were alive, there was something they wanted. There was some leverage you held, but you weren’t sure what it was just yet. You had hoped they would send Bertholdt in to talk to you, you always could get under his skin.

          Reiner was a more difficult case for you. He always coated himself in arrogance, made it harder for you to chip away at his armor. He never let anyone in, just always grinned, acted like he had everything under control. But before you was a man with cracks, a man that time and guilt had eroded. You almost felt sorry for him, almost. A man like him deserved to bear the weight of his burdens.

          “Listen, if you don’t start talking—”

          “You’ll what? Kill me?”

          “We’ll torture you.”

          He said the words with a weight that knocked you back a bit, stole the last breath of gusto you were holding onto. You expected as much, but hearing it said aloud made fear crawl up your spine, made the cuffs around your wrist feel even more strained against your skin.

          “What do you want to know? I could tell Yeagar was prodding for something tangible to use against Paradis.”

          “I just want to know what you know about us, if you know anything about what Marley has been doing in the last few years.”

          “You’ve been fighting a war, that much I know.”

          And he looked like he had been through battle, been through hell in trenches and gunfire. Your intelligence agents had reported that Braun had been promoted to be Vice Commander of the Warrior Unit, and the hardline of his frown told you he’d seen more horrors than you wanted to know about.

          “Tell me something you don’t know from news headlines.”

          Levi had trained all his scouts for this situation once upon a time ago. You could still hear his voice in your head, commanding you to give up as little as possible, learn what the enemy wanted and then give them something else to cling on to. You had a few things you knew you could feed to them, beneficial tidbits that would satiate their hunger and keep them from feasting upon your teammates. But relaying any kind of information was a death sentence within itself; give the dogs a treat and eventually they’ll want more.

          And you knew that Reiner, that Zeke Yeagar, was a very greedy host.

          You stood slowly, releasing the aching tension in your lower back. Reiner didn’t flinch away from his place beyond the rusting iron, instead eyeing you like you were some exotic thing in a cage.

          There was a nostalgia of being in his presence, even if the atmosphere around him was contrary to what you were used to perceiving. He still made your blood boil, still made your fighting instincts come alive in the back of your mind. You still felt small in his shadow, but there was still a lingering feeling, a fleeting memory, about how being around him once made you feel safe.

          Your bare feet moved toward him, toes stinging against the cold of the floor.

          One of your hands wrapped around a bar to your prison, the metal of your handcuffs clinking against the barrier.

          You could catch his scent from being this close, and at least that much stayed the same—he always smelled like cedarwood, earthy and sweet, like the spice of the forest floor after a fresh rain. It was almost funny how smell created memories more frequently than any other sense. 

          Suddenly, you felt like you were back home, like nothing had changed, as if his deceit had never been revealed. Your mind’s eye flashed images of your old training camp, of Reiner lifting Connie onto his shoulders after the small boy had successfully managed to triumph over Jean in his marksmanship practice. He’d used one of the tricks that Reiner had taught him. That once sweet memory turned sour as you remembered just why Reiner was always such a good shot.

          You tilted your chin up to look at him, to come face-to-face with the imposing penumbra you thought you’d warded off. He was a living ghost brought back to haunt you once again.

          “You seem pathetic, Braun, like you’ve lost all that bravado that made you so special.”

          He took your words, let them bounce off his chest like you hadn’t even spoken them.

          “Why did they send you in here? Did they really expect I’d crack under such pitiful pressure? You’re a deplorable, miserable—”

          His fist wrapped around your hand, crushing your fingers between his might and the metal bar you’d secured yourself to.

          You hissed at the pain, but…there was something you had missed in that touch of his; he felt warm, worn, like there were secrets being pressed into your skin.

          “Be. Quiet.”

          You expected his fingers to flex, waited for him to crack your fingers under his pressure. But he kept his strength at bay, electing to keep a steady, continuous tension against your knuckles.

          “Talk, or tomorrow will be your last day. You wouldn’t want to die at the hands of a pathetic, wretched man like me, would you? No, you’re too proud for that.”

          He took a step back, releasing his bruising grip before turning on his heels to leave.

          A string of panic began to uncoil inside you, snapping as his arm extended towards the exit.

           “Reiner,” you called, “tell me something. How much do you really know about Zeke Yeagar?”

           “I know enough.”

           “No, you don’t,” you were starting to sound worried, you could hear it, “there’s something I know that you don’t, and I’d be willing to give you information in return for you answering a question for me.”

           You could feel your heart beating in your chest, every pump within your ribs like the ticking of an oppressive clock. He was silent, steady, back still turned away from you. You noticed that his fists were clenched by his side, a vein starting to appear up the exposed length of his forearm.

           “I’ll consider it. Depends on what your question is.”

           He still didn’t turn to look at you.

           “Reiner…tell me what happened to Marco.”

           The door was slamming shut before the last syllable of the dead man’s name left your lips.

Next Chapter

[quentinbecks]

"for one muse to deny the other orgasm" joseph x reader to complete the collection pls and thank u ✧･ﾟ

thank you so much for this one, ash! i went a (slightly)different route/little too self indulgent with this one and added my girl instead of a reader. i actually almost ended this after she gets hers, but that would be rude. this was also a little more sacrilegious, but i got an immediate migraine and took that as a sign lol.

prompt: for one to deny the other an orgasm

pairing: joseph seed x ofc

words: 1.3 k (short and sweet)

warnings: edging, slightly sacrilegious, (male) oral sex, and slight hints of polyseeds

It wasn’t supposed to go like this. Charlie had told John in confidence of her doubts about the project; trusted that her partner would keep her secrets safe, but with a Judas kiss he went and told Joseph. And now here she is, receiving a “punishment” that she’s certain God himself would frown upon.

She lies there, sweat soaked and fingers clutching desperately onto cotton sheets. This has been going on for over an hour and the woman finally thinks she has a grasp on the rules; no touching back and no outward signs of pleasure. Either rule is broken and he stops and it all begins again.

Charlie watches as his long fingers dance precariously down her abdomen; the rosary wrapped around his hand dangling between her thighs. She’s pretty sure at this point that despite all his talk of salvation; Joseph wants her to go to hell. And she’s certain if there is one she will because there is no way his god will ever forgive this.

“Please” she grits out, “I don’t think I can take it anymore.”

Joseph leans up, wiping a free falling tear from under her eye. “You need to learn to trust me. That’s why you’re here.” He eyes her; her green eyes dazed and body slackened from exhaustion. “My brother gives you what you want, whenever you want. He’s spoiled you too much, sweet girl.”

Charlie finds herself glaring at the ceiling, wishing that they had made her an angel or had her run a trial; anything would be better than this. She had agreed to this arrangement because she thought her resolve was much stronger than it is; that and her sick attraction to the Father himself.

She feels his fingers slide back down in between her legs, twitching as they roll over her overstimulated bundle of nerves. Peering up, she catches him watching her face; unnerved by his unwavering intensity she has to look away. Charlie tries to focus on anything but the digits that have picked up speed. She wonders if he edges all his doubters or if she’s the only fortunate soul.

“You’re doing so well. I think it’s time, don’t you?”

Her eyes widen at his words; finally, the release she’s been waiting for. “Yes, please” she nods her head wildly. Charlie watches as he sits back on the bed, legs slightly spread as he beckons her towards him.

“Come here.”

She crawls over, stopping to take him in. She wonders how many people have the luck to see him like this. The setting summer sun glistening off his skin combined with his confident stature makes him look like a god and she wants to worship him.

“Can I?” Charlie asks as she reaches out a hand towards him, unwilling to touch without his consent.

Joseph nods, allowing her to slither up his body. Her hand reaches out, fingers tracing over the “lust” tattoo carved above his groin. She secretly hopes he’ll have a third one etched into his flesh soon; the idea of causing him to sin thrilling her.

His hands replace hers, making quick work of his belt to pull his jeans down. Charlie immediately straddles him; both eager to please and to be pleased.

Finally.

She’s not surprised by how easily he slides inside her, her folds slick from prolonged teasing. Her hips immediately start to rock, desperate for that sweet release, only for the older man’s hands to hold her in place.

“Be patient. Do you not trust that I’ll give you what you want?”

No Charlie thinks to herself.

Nevertheless, she nods. “I’m sorry, Joseph. Of course I trust you.”

Joseph’s hands grip onto her hips, moving her body the way he sees fit. The first hint of friction hits her; body twitching as if she’s been struck by a bolt of lightning. The intensity increases as she feels his lips trailing lightly down her neck onto her collarbone. She’s amazed at how he’s able to keep up this slow and steady pace; his self-restraint proving to be enviable.

Charlie doesn’t think she can take anymore when his thumb rolls circles over her clit, her hips moving in sync with his motions. “Please” she throws her head back with a cry, sweat and a stray tear rolling down her flushed cheeks.

Joseph doesn’t respond, he doesn’t need to. She can feel him begin to fuck into her from below, his hips thrusting so intensely she’s practically bouncing on his lap. His eyes never leave her as she squirms around, soft moans falling from her lips.

“Look at me” he commands as she starts to tighten around him. Charlie really doesn’t think she can keep her eyes open; let alone focus on him throughout her orgasm. She manages to obey, though, the look on his face as her eyes flutter open making her unravel

“Fuck” she cries out, her walls clenching around him causing him to let out a hiss. She stills for a moment, her body too exhausted to move or speak.

“Thank you” she sleepily plants a kiss to Joseph’s jaw before moving down to his neck. “Let me take care of you now.”

Charlie slides off his lap, trailing nips and kisses along each one of his scars and tattoos. The muscles in his abdomen twitch as her lips reach his “lust” scar; an earlier source of fixation.

“I should be the one taking care of you.”

She rolls her eyes at Joseph’s unwillingness to not be in control, but she’s pretty sure she’s had her fill of being dominated today. “Relax.” Lightly pushing him back, she takes a firm hold of his cock; her tongue dragging up the shaft in one long stride.

Joseph is lucky she’s not petty; that she won’t inflict the same stops and starts on him, even though the idea is tempting. A light kiss is given to the head, her soft tongue flicking out to swirl around the slit. Looking up through her lashes Charlie watches as the man inhales sharply, his eyes shutting tightly. Wetting her lips, she moves to take him in more, eager to extract similar noises out of him.

She slowly bobs her head as her right hand pumps in time with the movements of her mouth. Charlie feels his hands threading her long waves, pulling them back to be able to watch her better; the act making her moan lightly around him.

Outside of the soft sucking sounds and birds chirping, the room is completely quiet. She hears an intake of breath and feels his hips thrust into her mouth. Trying to keep up with his pace, her cheeks hollow and her left hand digs into his hip. Joseph is only able to keep this speed for so long, the time spent inside her combined with the wetness of her mouth sending him over the edge.

Charlie’s jaw slightly aches from the current momentum; relief washing over when she tastes the familiar salty seed fill her mouth. After giving a few last languid pumps, she pulls up, licking her licks to remove any remnants of the Father.

Crawling back into his lap, she places a lazy, chaste kiss to his pink lips. “I’m sorry for doubting you, Joseph. You’re right. I need to learn to trust people more.”

“All is forgiven.” He kisses her forehead before resting against it. “You’ll still need to atone for your actions. I think sloth is the most fitting for this.” Charlie nods solemnly before moving to get up, but a hand on her elbow stops her.

“Just rest here for now. Atonement can wait.”

Joseph gets up then, forcing her to lie back in the bed. He gets dressed and gives her one final kiss before heading back out to work on his sermons.

“Goodnight, Charlene.”

Charlie just nods, already dozing off. A final thought passes through her mind: was this “lesson” actually for her benefit or his? Either way, she’s grateful.

[addiemontgcmery]

closed starter for @scrubsandarmchairs​ (kathleen shepherd)

“what do i owe this honor, kathleen? it’s not everyday i see you down in my ER.” daniel looked up at his sister-in law as he took off his gloves and threw them in the trash can. he picked up the chart and started writing the patient's vitals, before he forgot. “come to yell at one of my interns?” 

[blouisparadise]

Here is a list of amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of January. Between the third month of the Bottom Louis Fic Fest and all the other fics that authors posted throughout the month, it’s clear that this was a great way to start off the year of bottom Louis fics!  Happy reading!

1) Leave It All Here In This Bed | Explicit | 1071 words

One of Louis’s many sleepless nights.

2) Games Are Only Fun If You Win | Explicit | 1554 words

Louis and Harry have a bet. If Louis wins that means he's off laundry duty. If he loses well.

Let's just say Harry won't be complaining.

3) If It Makes You Feel Alive | Explicit | 1691 words

Louis is horny one night on the tour bus so he and Harry fuck while trying not to get caught by the others.

4) Beg Me Silently | Explicit | 2140 words

“So, your boyfriend…is he planning a magic night for you at home?”

Louis snorts. “He’s not, actually. He’s pretty hardworking, you see, so he comes home late.”

“Such a shame.” Harry walks towards Louis, so close that they’re sharing the same space. “You’re so beautiful, Louis. If you were mine, I wouldn’t make you wait for me.”

5) Birthday Wishes | Explicit | 2895 words

Note: This is part 3 of this series.

The one where Harry takes Louis to dinner for his birthday, and gifts him with a vibrating butt plug he wears to the restaurant. Fluffy birthday sex follows.

6) New Year, New Beginnings | Explicit | 3577 words

Note: This is part 4 of this series.

The one where Louis and Harry unexpectedly end up at the same New Year's party. Louis makes Harry jealous, and Harry shows him just how bad of an idea that is.

7) Heaven In These Sheets | Explicit | 3557 words

Bunny Hybrid Louis has it out for his boyfriend’s phone.

8) Pits Of Love | Explicit | 3934 words

Harry smells Louis' sweat for the first time after they've moved in together. His alpha goes a bit wild.

9) First Blow Hits You Cold | Explicit | 3986 words

Louis wears a shirt with a big ass H on it for his livestream, and Harry really, really likes it.

10) Close Your Eyes And Surrender To Me | Explicit | 4209 words

Note: This is the sequel to this fic.

Harry hummed and pressed his lips to Louis’ forehead. “I am very stressed, but I also know you’re stressed and tired too.” He glanced to Louis’ face seeing the confirming nod. “But, if you’re sure you’re up for it.” Harry smirked, waiting for Louis to say it was okay before he laid the boy down on the bed and hovered over him. “I really love this color on you. You look so pretty. Always do.” He spoke quietly, rubbing his hands over Louis’ soft thighs and moving them to his tummy. He then moved his hands up to Louis’ hair. It had been a while since Louis’ last haircut and it was now long enough that he could tie it up in little ponytails and even little braids. Louis currently had two hair clips in his hair. One was gold with little stars on it and the other gold with a moon. “I love your hair princess. Do you feel pretty?” He asked.

11) P Is For | Explicit | 4349 words

Note: The pairing for this fic is Louis/Pedro Pascal.

Louis and Pedro, winter in New York, a coffee machine, and bilingualism.

12) Pull Out Your Heart | Explicit | 5028 words

He wants to apologise, the five letters sit on the tip of his tongue but he does not. It means nothing to either of them.

13) Loving You's the Antidote | Explicit | 5070 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 302: Alpha Harry & Omega Louis are divorced but still spend each other’s heat/rut together because they only really trust each other but things get complicated when Louis (or Harry, author’s choice) spend it with someone else. Cue angst with a happy ending.

14) Sweet Talk With A Hint Of Sin | Explicit | 5095 words

“What the hell are you wearing?” Harry had the nerve to ask, and Louis bristled slightly.

“Well, what the bloody fuck does it look like?” Louis snapped, breaking his seductive demeanor momentarily because he was wearing this ridiculous get-up for Harry. He had thought that this would go over well.

And now that the moment was here, it was going anything but.

Harry’s brain seemingly malfunctioned, completely unbothered by the fact that he was now standing in an actual pool of red wine, or that there might even be broken glass directly next to his feet. He was focused solely on his boy splayed out on their bed. “Are those ears?”

“Yes,” Louis mumbled, reaching up to finger the burnt orange fur of the fox ears. “And a tail,” he said, shifting to lay on his stomach so that his perky ass was on display, showing the way his lube slicked hole had been prepped and was now hugging the impressively sized plug attached to the fox tail.

15) New York's Beauty | Mature | 5274 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 104: AU where Harry is an alpha wolf and Louis is a hybrid kitten. They were roommates. While they were arguing about something stupid, Harry wanted to bend Louis over the kitchen table and knot him right there. He slowly accepted his feelings and extreme desire for Louis, so he started to tease the hybrid until he would beg Harry to fuck him. They fall in love.

Louis needs to feel comfortable with the camera so harry fucks him until he is blushing and calm and gentle.

16) I Went Astray To Make It Okay And He Made It Easy | Not Rated | 5537 words

Note: This is a sequel to #17 on this list.

Harry makes sure to put on his blue truckers hat that has 'if you ain't a fisherman, you ain't shit' printed on it to hold back his hair out of his eyes. He remembers when he came home after buying it and Louis went on for days about much he looked like such a Dad. He made sure to fuck him hard that night and show him that he's a fucking DILF not just a Dad. 

17) You Make My Heart Beat Like The Rain | Explicit | 6611 words

Note: This is the prequel to #16 on this list.

"You're stunning, eh?" Harry whispers, his Canadian accent thick with lust. It usually slips out when he gets horny because he knows it turns Louis on. Harry presses his lips into the curve of his neck. His hot breath makes Louis shiver. He opens his eyes and sees Harry's bigger, tattooed arms wrapped around him, completely engulfing his smaller frame—and, fuck, maybe he is up for it.

Why does his boyfriend have to be such a fucking DILF? He blames it on a twitter thread he read a few weeks ago.

18) Baby, Let Me Love You Goodbye | Explicit | 6837 words

Harry and Louis are going through a divorce after being together for 10 years, so Louis comes over to collect his things, and, well…what’s a little goodbye sex, just one last time?

19) A Place To Call Home | Mature | 8113 words

The thing is, he’s pretty sure he’s found home in a person in his life, someone who’s been essential in everything he’s done since he was seven years old. Through every broken bone, through every breakup, through every failure; through every triumph, personal and professional, and every goal he has scored in his time in Man U, there’s been someone there for it all.

That’s his best mate. Harry. A twenty-two year old with the kindest heart known to man, a slow drawl that is entirely too endearing, with the dreams to open up his own flower shop. A quiet and earnest boy with those he doesn’t know, and open and honest and absolutely lovely with those he loves.

It all hits him, really, the night of their final game of the Premier League. Again, timing is not his forté. They’re gearing up, ready to hit the field for the second half against Liverpool that determines their ranking in the League, when his brain decides to come online (after seventeen years, apparently), and conveniently supply him with the revelation that oh yeah, you’re kind of in love with your best friend.

20) To Love Without Reason | Explicit | 8854 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

“Come on in, soldier,” Louis pats Harry’s chest and walks away, leaving Harry to follow behind.

Harry stands in the living room, looking around at Louis’ dwelling. Family pictures placed high on a shelf, certificates of Louis’ practice, and other trinkets that make Harry entirely too nostalgic.

“I have to warn you,” Louis says as he puts the kettle on, the water droplets from his hair trickling down the golden skin of his back. “The door jams if you lock it so you'll have to leave it ajar.”

Harry acknowledges with a soft hum, too entranced by Louis’ glistening skin to form a coherent reply.

21) It's A Game We Play In The Sheets | Explicit | 9426 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

“Louis is… He’s a boy I’ve been talking to.” He bit his lip, grin evident. “After I watched one of his videos during a Harry Reacts a few weeks ago I messaged him and…”

His sentence was cut short by the sound of a timid little “Hi” being whispered into his ears.

Harry closed his eyes for a second, pausing to take in the online presence of the real-life fairy, before he opened them and smiled. “Hey Lou. Ready to play with me?”

22) One Track Mind | Explicit | 9911 words

“You have a lot of friends, huh?”

Harry nods again. “A few.” The muscles of his bicep flex under Louis’ touch, and the alpha looks a bit drunk from the feeling, his eyes blinking slower and lips quirking at the corners. He’s leaning in, his alpha scent surrounding Louis from all sides.

“Mm,” Louis hums, squeezing his fingers tight, just to hear the sharp way Harry inhales. Then, when Harry is least expecting it, Louis returns the earlier sentiment—leaning up on his tiptoes and pressing his weight into Harry for balance, drawing his lips up close to Harry’s ear, and whispering, “Why don’t you go tell them goodnight.”

23) See You When I Get Home | Explicit | 10308 words

"What are you thinking about?" He repeats Louis' question from earlier.

"You." Louis' reply comes out in a moan. It shocks Harry, and his brain scrambles for the right thing to do, the right thing to say. He doesn't even know how to feel, or if he even heard Louis correctly.

"Me?"

24) Floating | Explicit | 10435 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

The one where Louis has control over water in every form but he doesn't know what to do with it. Harry is here to guide him.

25) I'm At Your Mercy Now (And I'm Ready To Begin) | Teen & Up | 10552 words

Where Louis' soulmark was leaked, Harry keeps his private. They're both famous popstars. Louis is waiting for his soulmate, Harry has a feeling it's him but Louis is completely oblivious.

26) You And I 'Till The Day We Die | Explicit | 10807 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 124: A fic inspired by Groupie Love by Lana Del Rey, where Harry is a Rockstar and Louis is his cute little boyfriend who tries to hide himself in the middle of the crowd. (Preferably set in the 80s)

27) Moonlit Sky Over Gentle Waters | Explicit | 11377 words

Harry left his hometown to sail the seven seas and returns seven years later, yearning for something — or rather, someone — that he isn't sure he can have.

28) Late Night Devil Put Your Hands On Me (And Never, Never, Ever Let Go) | Explicit | 11524 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Harry is a demon that feeds off of people’s nightmares. He finds his next meal in Louis’ dreams where he changes and molds them to become scary nightmares. Soon harry learns Louis is a lucid dreamer- he can act on his own in his dreams. They interact in the real world and have sex in the dream world. when the demon catches feelings for louis, he wants to live.

29) If You're Feeling Lonely | Explicit | 12807 words

The guest list is on the desk. Louis runs through it and stops a third of the way down, a familiar name catching his attention.

Harry Styles.

All he needs to do is confirm whether Harry Styles is the same Alpha whose scent left such a memorable impression on his body.

30) Want You To Play With Me | Explicit | 14335 words

"I'm quite not finished with you yet." Harry whispered right on the shell of his ears and squeezed the girth of his cock, making Louis shudder a sloppy puff of air as the tickling sensation ran through his spine, Harry was intoxicating. "Let me play with you a little more, Lou. I promise I'll give you what you want. Be my good boy, hm?" He slowly annunciated every word and licked a warm line on the nape of Louis' neck — Louis curled in his arms at that. Submitting himself a little bit more.

"Always wanna be your good boy." Louis whispered back and enveloped Harry's hand in his.

31) No Good Unless It's Real | Explicit | 17021 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Louis is a very busy farmer who’s just trying to make it to his next nap and Harry’s the new hot vet that’s determined to infiltrate every area of his life.

32) Tennis Court | Explicit | 18285 words

Louis and Harry are co-workers and Louis is sure Harry hates him because he always refuses to help him with his heats.

33) Joker Is Wild | Explicit | 18444 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 390: A reality show AU where Louis, Harry, Liam, Zayn and Niall are selected to stay at confined in a luxury mansion for 1 month, where they are required to have explicit, graphic sex at all times, like a porn Big Brother kind of show. Every week there are several different sexual tasks and trials that they must overcome together, which all ends in orgasms for all of them. When the boys all discover Louis is strictly a bottom, and a slutty one at that, they all can’t wait to get their hands on him. Bonus if other hot celebs are there too, like Shawn Mendes, for example. Includes lots of hard gay sex, rimming, blowjobs, gang bangs, ass worshipping (Louis ass, of course) and double penetration.

34) Baby, Let Me Love You Goodbye | Not Rated | 20249 words

Louis almost calls Harry daddy. Cue denial, feelings, and way too much dirty talk.

35) Give So Much (Not Enough) | Mature | 24610 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

“For my little lion,” Louis slid the smoothie bowl in front of Oscar, letting him dig in with his little hands. “And for daddy.”

He didn’t process the bowl in front of him, the push across the table causing a raspberry to roll off and fall on his lap, because Louis calling himself mummy may make him feel all sorts of mushy emotions, but Louis addressing Harry as daddy was suddenly having a very different effect on him. Since when did Louis saying daddy out loud render him speechless?

“Daddy’s still sleepy, but we’re up bright and early right Ossie?” Louis’ cooing shook him out of his daze. The man coughed, picking the raspberry off his lap and swallowing it with unintentional, and very unnecessary, eye contact with Louis. “Well, is it better than your protein smoothies and why?”

Harry chuckled, spooning another heap of the strawberry banana goodness into his mouth, “Way better sweetheart.”

A friends to lovers au with tons of mama Louis and domesticity.

36) Short And Sweet | Explicit | 29658 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Louis is a shy university student in a world scarce of male omegas. He's always dreamt of having an alpha despite his sheltered upbringing, fantasizing about being loved and cared for. He's immediately smitten by the mysterious alpha with curly hair, broad shoulders, and the addictive coffee scent.

37) Under Thorn And Bramble | Explicit | 31931 words

Note: The pairing of this fic is Louis/OMC. This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 445: A historical AU where Louis is working as a servant on a farm. The family that owns the farm is exceedingly cruel to him and he is often exhausted and in pain from his work. A mysterious stranger boards at the farm and is very intrigued by Louis, but Louis doubts his interest in genuine. Any pairing fine.

38) Pink In The Night | Explicit | 32324 words

His finger was tapping on Louis’ chat before Harry could even think about it, eyes reading over the last text he’d sent Louis. I miss you. Do you miss me?

Harry had felt so pathetic that December night, alone in the dark room of the Japanese apartment he’d been staying at, the strong smell of alcohol clinging to his clothes.

Louis hadn’t replied, but Harry wasn’t surprised; he had texted Louis a few times before while he’d been away, but there had never been a response.

It pained him to admit that this was their new normal.

39) Coeur De Pirate | Explicit | 34207 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

He tilts his chin up as the Captain strides across the deck, his footfalls falling loudly against the planks. The crew watches them from afar.

Stepping into his space, the Captain wraps an arm around Louis’ waist and pulls him in. He lowers his head to breathe his words against Louis’ cheeks. “I won,” he whispers, “I’ve come to claim my prize.”

40) If The Sun Don't Shine | Explicit | 36330 words

In a world where you meet your soulmates in dreams, Louis has spent the last three years going to bed hoping to finally meet his, only to end up disappointed time and time again. It all changes with a violin.

41) The Pirate And The Piper | Explicit | 38396 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

The one where Harry is Hook, Louis is Pan, and nothing is what it seems.

42) Begged And Borrowed Time | Mature | 40198 words

Prompt 60: Time travel AU where Louis somehow gets thrown back in time and ends up in the dark ages, during the reign of the Styles family.

43) I Ain’t Gonna Fence You In | Mature | 40645 words

Louis Tomlinson is a 18 year old city boy who is forced to spend his summer before his senior year at his aunts farm. There, he meets Harry, a 19 year old country boy his aunt hired to help around the farm.

Maybe the farm isn't the worst place to fall in love?

44) Don't Want No Other Shade Of Blue | Explicit | 43285 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 339: it was foretold that Alpha Prince Harry would be mated to a beautiful male omega with eyes that could rival the stone amethyst, but Omega Prince Louis refuses to believe it.

45) No Easy Choice, But You’re Mine | Explicit | 44963 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Louis is an omega hitman with one last job that goes a little sideways. Harry is the alpha bartender that looks a little too closely and cares a little too much.

46) Sedative Duty | Explicit | 46588 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Pop-star of the moment Louis Tomlinson is on his third-world tour. He decides to hire renowned professional dominant Harry Styles to unwind while on the road. In an effort not to raise suspicion by the crew, fans, and press, Harry pretends to be his bodyguard. He ends up being far more than that.

47) Just Always Be Waiting for Me | Explicit | 46837words

Note: Please be sure to check tags for any trigger warnings.

Harry Styles is a librarian at a private school who is not very devoted to his job but is very devoted to Louis Tomlinson, the resident English teacher, and has been ever since they met six years ago beneath a lonely streetlight.

Louis Tomlinson is a self confessed bookworm whose passion for Peter Pan, the literary classics and Harry Styles' happiness knows no bounds. He's self sacrificing, somewhat self loathing and haunted by a trauma he can't talk about.

Mutual pining abounds in this fic where a Peter Pan quote is never just a Peter Pan quote, caretaking is a love language and a platonic nude is never actually platonic. Louis has a kiss that belongs to Harry but he also has a painful past that might end up hurting them both.

48) Since The Future | Explicit | 48947 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

"It's done."

The words were barely above a whisper when they left Harry's mouth, but they hit Louis with the force of a freight train. It was done. Holy fuck. They had created a time machine. And tomorrow, they were travelling to the future.

49) Dirty Laundry Looks Good On You | Explicit | 50581 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

When Louis Tomlinson finds his clothes lying in a sad soapy mess on top of the washing machine in which they are supposed to be, he acts upon his anger and retaliates. What he doesn’t expect is having to deal with a six-feet tall, curly-haired and dimpled man in return, who seems to arouse confusing feelings within him and to make his life take an unexpected turn for the better (or worse?).

50) Hamartia | Explicit | 66970 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Six years is a long time for Louis to mend his heart back and erase every lingering, stubborn memory of his ex-lover, Harry Styles. But when news of the war being over spreads across the world like wildfire, and he stumbles upon the alpha he vowed himself to never see ever again, he realises that not even a lifetime will be enough for him to pick up the scattered, broken parts of his soul. He's far from expecting the alpha he loved to be struggling in the same way.

All the ointments in the world might never soothe the pain out, but it doesn't take long for them both to come to the conclusion that, maybe, the only medicine to their heartbreaks are what caused them in the first place.

51) Feeling Borrowed, Always Blue | Explicit | 68214 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Louis has been dreaming of his wedding since he was young - he just never expected it to happen like this. words

52) Mind Over Matter (You Under Me) | Explicit | 73825 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

It’s dark outside when Harry finishes practice for the day.

53) Rogue | Not Rated | 94992 words

Louis is a rogue Omega who's suffered through rejection and abuse for the biggest part of his life. He stumbles onto the Styles pack, quite possibly the kindness one he's ever met.

54) Chandeliers And Fake Smiles | Mature | 145010 words

On the brink of winning their first Grammy; up-and-coming rock band One Direction find themselves in the midst of the biggest scandal of their career - right before tickets for their world tour go on sale. in order to save their reputation, Louis Tomlinson must find it in his heart to forgive pop singer and heartthrob Harry Styles after his first impression rubbed him entirely the wrong way. after all, they cannot sell a relationship if it looks like they hate each other.

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In Your Arms, In Your Mind

Helloooo friends! ‘Tis I coming to you with ANOTHER collab with Erica @pressedinthepages. This time, we were inspired by Eskel’s face in this stunning work  by @journeythroughunknownlands. Thank you for this incredible piece!  Pairing: Eskel x gender-neutral reader

Summary: The trek to Kaer Morhen is a long one with few opportunities for lovers to indulge in one another. When opportunity presents itself in the warm safety of the long-awaited keep, things get spicy. When Eskel worries he’s indulged too much, you’re there to bring him back with gentle reassurance.

Warnings: Smut, related bruising, concern/comfort Check out MY MASTERLIST HERE Check out ERICA’S MASTERLIST HERE

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The golden sun of late afternoon—soon to be setting behind the peaks of the Blue Mountains—streams past the heavy curtains flanking the ancient window of Eskel’s room in Kaer Morhen. The keep is shrouded in a muted, patient silence awaiting the arrival of Eskel’s brothers and their traveling companions for the winter months. Distant sounds of masonry work suggest that Vesemir is diligently working on the near-lost cause of the outer wall. Eskel should be helping. Instead, he’s doing his fair share to contribute to the more immediate sounds of lovemaking that threaten to fill the entire dormitory wing if this keeps up.

It started innocently enough—a hot meal after the final trek up the mountain, then a hot bath while the fire warmed the chilly walls of the room. But your lips were especially luxurious against his, and hands soon found freshly-bathed skin far too enticing to leave un-appreciated. It had been a long journey, and with the cold weather only growing colder, it was no longer the season for starlit lovemaking. So when two lovers arrive at their destination, skin starved of hands and hands of skin, what else is there to do but make love with abandon?

Flecks of dust dance through the beams of sunlight as Eskel gasps up at you, hips rocking with sinful indulgence in rhythm with you, the glide of his girth a blessed, aching punishment for being the miracle that you are. You feel his fingers dimple the soft flesh of your hips and you know he’s relishing the give of you under his hands. You’re only about halfway to as good as it can be and he’s not stopping anytime soon. It’s been too long. Too long without the taste of you, the smell of you, the sight of you—and Gods if you aren’t the most beautiful thing. The sun has shifted, casting an oblique ray across your body, accentuating the graceful, rolling countryside of your torso as it shifts and flexes, guiding his movement within you.

You roll your hips just so and sound escapes Eskel’s body, cut off by another puff of air as his head falls back, barely able to wrap his head around the reality of you. On top of him. Feeling this good. He brings a hand ‘round the back of your neck and pulls you down, brushing his lips over yours as you surround him, and your breath is hot and wet on his face when you let out a moan and slow your rhythm with the new angle. Your bodies adjust as you continue to roll and glide, new sensations blooming to the surface of your walls.

“Gods,” Eskel breathes, wrapping his arms all the way around your back, pressing your bodies closer, determined to feel as much of you around as much of him as possible. “Ho-oh, how’re you so good to me.”

“Because you’re too good to me,” you whisper, and Eskel lets out a throaty groan as he thrusts up and forward, an edge of hungry desperation colouring his reverence. You let out a gasp and try to speak—fuck-shit-oh-gods it’s so good—but your breath is gone. You can barely locate any part of you in relation to anything else: not your hands, not your stomach, not your thoughts. The only thing you can place is Eskel, everywhere. In you, on you, under you. Hitting something deep and devastating as he grits his teeth, holding himself together as your lungs disintegrate and float away like paper confetti.

Even in this position of relative power, you are rendered completely at Eskel’s sweet mercy as he holds you tightly, feeling you completely, vulnerable and exposed to the relentless pleasure currently overwhelming you. But Eskel knows you’ve adjusted to him now. He can tell that there’s more depth for him to find, but it won’t happen from down here. So he slows a little and shifts so expertly, you can’t imagine how he managed it. But the room turns and now you’re below him. Looking up into his eyes as they shimmer with the sunlight still streaming through the window beside you. He’s breathing heavily, and his body is tight with concentration and the effort of control. He wants you, you can see it in his eyes and the way they darken again as he begins to press deeper.

You let out an indulgent whimper and he feels the strings holding him together begin to snap.

But he knows that taking you now for everything you can give him—with everything he has—won’t produce the earth-shattering results he’s been longing to hear tear from your body for the last two weeks. He redirects his impulses, intensifies everything he can and diffuses the rest, pressing, dragging, every muscle in his body refocused for endurance and precision rather than power and speed. 

You feel his hands start to tingle on your hips, and your skin calls to him, begging for everything he has, but he tries not to listen too carefully. His mouth, open and gasping, drags over every piece of you he can reach, breathing you into his lungs. His hips jerk as he loses the thread briefly, your breathless moan nearly enough to send him over the edge—and he's dangerously close. Eskel fits the slope of his nose right into the crook of your neck and he feels you start to finally, blissfully, completely meld with him.

His weight rests on top of you as he continues to roll, rippling across the surface of you as he glides effortlessly through your wet heat. Your gasps become more desperate, pulling high in your chest and he feels the texture of you change—now firmer, even deeper than you were just moments ago. He can smell your approaching orgasm and he lets out something guttural, half-growl, half-moan at the responsiveness of your body to his. He feels a shift inside him, too. 

Eskel’s pace increases as he chases your release with the search for his own and he's lost in you, wandering senselessly through the melted solder of his mind. He can’t find it in himself to worry. He holds tight, feeling the strands snap one after another, his ears aching to hear you shatter beneath him as he begins to thrust harder, faster, with wicked precision that sends a flare of heat down the backs of your arms as you feel the wave begin to crest

You arch into him, his chest pushing firm against yours as the world brightens and then—goes black. Everything falls away, leaving you raw and exposed to the man above you and you’re still so impossibly full with him, even as he threatens to fall apart himself. You keen and whine against Eskel’s neck and he clutches you tightly, one hand fisted in your hair, the other more than likely leaving bruises on your flank as he tries to bury himself under your skin—weeks spent together but not nearly close enough finally made up for.

The sounds of your approaching climax have Eskel fraying at the seams, desperately trying to hold himself together so that he can come with you—a shout into the crook of your shoulder as his thrusts turn erratic, and you feel yourself clench around him in a way you haven’t before, holding him tight as he buries deep and spills. And gods, you can feel the texture change in you as he drips, thick and warm along your walls and around him. 

Your breath comes in hot whispers against the pretty pink flush of Eskel’s neck, and when the world finally filters back into Eskel’s mind, and he is painfully aware of how tight he is still gripping you. He can feel the blood flowing under the pads of his fingers, under your soon-to-be bruised skin. You hum contentedly, but he doesn’t hear you. His heart in his throat as he swallows back the sick feeling of possibly having hurt you.

Eskel releases his grip almost immediately and scans your placid, dewy body as you pant and tremble beneath him. Panic starts to bubble in his chest. He swallows again. Your eyes are still closed, but he feels a little relief to see the hint of a smile tug at the corners of your mouth and eyes.

"Love? Talk to me, please."

You blink open one eye with a quirk of your brow, letting the smile pull your lips up. “Eskel, you just absolutely —” And then it hits you, the creases on his forehead, the tight forward slump of his shoulders, the emptiness of terror that so rarely decorates Eskel’s eyes. You reach up, smoothing your fingers down the harsh planes of his cheek, doing your best to chase away the darkness that dares threaten to pull him under.

"Did-did I…? Are you…?"

"Hushhh now," you coo, pressing a delicate finger to his lips and coaxing him back down to the pillow. "I made you a promise, didn't I? That I would tell you the minute I feel something I don’t want. And you know that I would never, not a single time, lie to you, yes?"

Eskel nods and moves a piece of hair away from your forehead, his voice husky and vulnerable in your ear, “I can’t shake the feeling that… you have bruises.” He rubs his fingers over the marks on your hip and you can feel his hands trying to take it all back, wipe them away.

“And have you ever considered, my darling,” you murmur, taking his hand away to kiss the calloused tips of his fingers, “that I might enjoy having your touch linger on me after we’ve pulled apart and the day has turned over again?”

Your witcher traces the purpling fingerprints on your hip again, his brow furrowed in thought. "You like these," he states—as much for himself as to confirm with you.

"Mmhmm," you nod and kiss his shoulder. "It reminds me of the passion we share, how close you hold me to you when everything falls away."

"I never thought of it that way..." he drifts off back into the foggy recesses of his mind and you know he's blaming a part of himself that only exists because the rest of the world has put it there.

“Eskel,” you press a kiss to his chest, pulling his molten gaze back to yours, “don‘t go there, stay with me. Keep me in your arms and your mind. I want you, all of you. As you are. And I want you to have me in return.”

"And you'll tell me if I—"

"Always. I promise, I will tell you if something is too much."

"Even if—"

"Even if one or both of us is getting close. Come on, lie down with me. Don't linger on unhelpful thoughts. I've told you I like it, and you know I love you. Let that be enough."

Eskel sighs, sinking back into the embrace of the blankets around him and your arms encircling him. “You’re always enough. More so. More than I think I deserve sometimes.”

“And?” You raise a brow, and you know that he knows that you hate when he talks like that.

“And,” he laughs, “you’re helping me see that I’m enough for you.”

You kiss his forehead, "Good. Now maybe one of these days I'll be able to convince you that you're so much more than I ever could have imagined finding in this lifetime."

"Hmmm this all sounds very advanced."

"Not at all, it's easy," you say, lazily tracing a finger through his soft dusting of chest hair. "You just have to take my word for it."

He breathes deeply and pulls you closer, falling back into the completeness of everything as he feels your pulse slow against his chest. The sweet smell of your sweat mingles with the leftovers of your arousal and the sharp musk of your releases. 

And just like that, he slips into meditation. Completely unintentionally. He doesn’t sleep—that would mean losing this feeling. Instead, he settles into it so deeply, it’s all there is. Just you. His place of power.

You feel the thrum of his chaos find its place under his skin, tingling and rumbling through his bones. It’s a foreign feeling, almost frightening, but it’s also warm and welcome, a part of your lover that you’ve never experienced this intensely, this intimately—the timelessness of him, the ancientness of his magic. You nestle impossibly close to him, holding him while he allows himself this rest, and allow yourself the same.

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@dreamcfspring​ >Sirius 

Watching the younger man lift his wand, Helga’s hand went to her own wand. She did hate it when people used magic against Muggles, it was unfair. Even if Muggles had caused her tragedy in the past, she didn’t blame them as a whole. Fear did horrible things to people. But it quickly became clear the man wasn’t going to hurt anyone. He was pranking them. A little grin spread across her face, as she lifted her own wand, causing his prank to backfire on him. “Oh dear, how did that happen?” She mused out loud, barely able to hide her laughter.

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TALES THROUGH TIME, CHAPTER 1: MORNING AFTER

SUMMARY: Why was Gangtae miffed the morning after?

Sunlight drifted softly through the windows brushing the lids of his eye, waking him from his slumber. Noticing the weight and warmth on his shoulder he looked down, he could smell her scent before even catching sight of her.

On the crook of his neck lies the woman who wrecked his life. Blowing the barriers he built like a bomb she claimed to be.

Before her he didn’t know that the protective walls around him was the very thing that weighs him down, and with the burden finally lifted — he felt free.

He didn’t know one could feel this light.

Her tightened hold pulled his drifting thoughts back. He felt her lightly stir but instead of waking up she just nuzzled closer to him. Feeling the softness of her naked skin under the sheets made him remember the things that occurred last night.

The slow kisses, the light touches — the soft whimpers and the rough scratches. He remembers it all. How could he forget when for him it was more than just sharing the bed. Last night seems to be the culmination of every moment they had, both the good and the bad.

The day before he wasn’t even sure if he could win her back, not when she was so adamant to make an end of what he once called ill-fate. Something he deeply regretted.

What he feels for her was something he never felt for anyone before. Smiling to himself he pulled her closer. Letting her fingertips thread through her hair.

Now that he got her where he wanted her to be, he’ll see to it that he’ll love her doubts away.

He let himself sleep until the rays became too strong to ignore. Besides, he could already feel his stomach rumble. He’s hungry — which wasn’t at all surprising given the activities they did.

They had a long night, and if he was hungry, he’s pretty sure she is too.

Thinking of getting up to prepare a meal that could replenish them before she wakes, he tried to slowly pull his arm out from under her head but he felt resistance. When he tried again he felt her nails dug on his waist. That’s when he realized that her companion was awake. When he looked down to see she had the audacity to pretend she wasn’t, opting to bury herself on his chest to avoid his inquisitive gaze.

“You’re awake aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Shut up.”

He chuckled at her childish antics before flipping them over. Enjoying the little gasp of surprise she let out when he hovered over her.

Now she couldn’t hide from him.

Oh she was beautiful, gleaming and glowing with a hint of red tinting her cheeks. It makes him want to keep her away from anything and everything and just have her here under him. The urge was too strong, without thinking he leaned down and gave her a long lingering kiss.

“Good morning.” He breathlessly whispered after breaking the kiss.

She just hummed and gave him a smile so sweet, he had to hold himself back lest they would spend the whole day in this room and he knows they couldn’t do that — his brother would be back.

But he also couldn’t pull away so with a groan he just let himself fall down and rest on top of her. Enjoying the feel of her supple skin against his, letting his nose glide on the column of her neck.

Just for a little more while he wanted to prolong this moment.

Feeling her fingers thread from his nape to his hair he sighed.

“How are you feeling?” He mumbled on her neck, he couldn’t help but ask when he saw the peeking marks on her chest.

“I’m feeling good.” She instantly replied, voice still laced with sleep.

They never really talked about it but somehow he knew that she knew that he was no expert in this area.

Though he never run out of woman throwing themselves at him, all the years he spent caring for his brother made it almost impossible for him to indulge to his worldly needs.

There might have been someone whom he shared a kiss or more but he never once gave his all. Too afraid of any repercussions that might occur had something gone accidentally wrong, he tried his best to resist any temptation thrown at him until it became second nature to him.

Until her.

The thought made him hold on her even tighter, burying himself in their embrace.

As if she felt his unspoken inhibition she slowly moved her hands to cup his face, thumbs running circle through his cheeks.

His eyes were glazed with uncertainty, if she wasn’t feeling merciful she would have rolled her eyes at him.

Was he seriously doubting himself when she never felt so spent before? He was being utterly ridiculous.

He might have grown into a man but he is still a boy who wants to be loved.

How can she put his mind at ease? This was something new to her since she never felt the need to consider someone else before, but with him she always wanted to. She always tried to.

Thinking of something to say she smiled, her eyes were shining so bright it almost blinded him.

“Gangtae?”

“Hmmm?”

“You are the best ride I ever had.”

That would put him at ease. She thought as she relaxed, loving the feel of his hard tone chest against hers.

But then she felt him go rigid, he then pulled away briefly meeting her eyes before looking away — expression sour, if not dark.

Wait, did she say something wrong? Wasn’t he supposed to be happy with what she said?

Silence filled the air until he spoke.

“How many were there?” He then uncomfortably asked, still not meeting her gaze.

She looked at him with blinking eyes until realization dawned at her.

This behavior of his always baffled her.  He could hold himself back with almost anything — but not this, never this.

His jealousy.

It was something he couldn’t hide no matter how much he tried.

Seeing him like this always amuses her, at times she would even intentionally rile him up just to see his flare of emotions — just like what she did the last time they went to the coffee shop.

Something about him reacting like this makes her feel good, was it wrong for her to feel that way she wondered.

"Sorry, forget that I asked." He sullenly replied as he sat up by the edge of the bed, planting his feet on the floor, obviously brooding.

She shook her head at his absurdity. How was he feeling insecure when nothing and no one from her past could compare to what he just gave her?

He was the very thing she asked the moon.

His broad back marred with red marks that was probably a result of all her scratching last night was a sinful sight. He always look scrumptious from behind. She couldn't help but follow him suit. Pulling the blanket around her, she hugged him from behind.

"You're jealous aren't you?" She asked from which he just sighed. "Just be good to me? Hmm?" she added, using the words he did last night.

He knew he was being ridiculous right now, so he heaved a deep breath before looking back and pulling her to his lap. Silently cradling her close to calm his raging heart.

"Gangtae, Are you seriously worrying about that?" She asked, not even hiding her mirth much to his annoyance. "Shouldn't I be worried about you? You're too good for someone who claims to be —“

"Can you not—“

"But it's true—“

"Yah—“

"Tell me how many were there?"

"Munyeong—“

"Where do they live—“

"Stop—“

"I'll tell you my body count if you tell me yours—“

He had to kiss her to shut her up, He would never know how this woman came to know how to push all his buttons to rile him up. Lingering a bit he sighed and looked down, glaring at the obviously amused vixen in his arms.

"I think there were about 20—“

"Can you drop it already—“

"Or was it 30?"

"I said—“

"Wait, are you only asking for men? should I include the women?"

"Are you seriously—“

Seeing his flabbergasted expression she chuckled and took mercy on her sulking lover.

"They're nothing compared to you so stop sulking already." She said as she cradled his jaw with her palm. “Besides, last night is all I could remember.”

Hearing that he let out another sigh, There's nothing he could really do about the past, what he should focus on is what they have right now and what they will have in the future.

He will see to it that he'll do his best.

Until he's all she can remember.

"Wait. So you did compare huh?"

"Oh shut up and just kiss me."

END.

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I Analyzed All Of the Songs on Ranboo’s Lore Playlist and Here’s What I Learned.

We can pick a few themes out from the songs: 

Time

Fighting something inside of you 

Alluding to a villain arc 

Transition of a person 

My biggest theory from all this is that c!Ranboo is a time traveler from the future (probably before Mizu but after the Haunted Mansion). He traveled to the past, November 27th specifically, to stop c!Tommy’s exile. We can assume that in c!Ranboo’s future, c!Tommy burned down c!George’s house by himself but when c!Ranboo went back, he got caught up in it, thus creating a time paradox. (Evidence from the songs Merry-Go-Round of Life, all songs of Hawaii - Part Two by Miracle Musical, and The Ruler of Everything). Now knowing he is the cause of c!Tommy’s exile, c!Ranboo feels immense amounts of guilt for his actions, the regret keeping him up at night (Ain’t No Rest for The Wicked). This mental stress is something that has resulted in the beginnings of insanity for c!Ranboo (The Mind Electric). 

A villain arc is very plausible for c!Ranboo in the near future, most likely brought up by harm coming to c!Tubbo or Michael (Killer Queen, Mr. Bad Guy, I Can’t Decide, Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked, and Live and Let Die) 

Full Analysis on Each Song Under the Cut: 

(All Song Lyric Analysis Credits go to the wonderful people on genius, I merely fit them into the context of the DreamSmp and c!Ranboo) 

Prologue (StarKid) - A simple ticking clock. ARG trailer tie in as well as even more references of time. 

Introduction to the Snow (Miracle Musical) - Comes off an album that (storywise) has the listener loop over and over the songs in the album, as a time paradox. 

Dream Sweet in Sea Major (Miracle Musical) - Final song in the album (loops). Occurs in three movements. Tells the story of a sailor that gives himself up to the mermaids. Lyrics don’t give much in terms of hints at anything. 

Turn the Lights Off (Tally Hall) - About a journey through puberty and adolescence (??) perhaps could be changed to fit. However main name of the song is meant to convey accepting differences and confronting fears, something c!Ranboo doesn’t really do. First line also says ‘Don’t go in there, you’ll become one, Freaky creatures, monster party’ perhaps relating to the enderwalk/possession c!Ranboo goes through. 

The Mind Electric (Miracle Musical) - The song starts off in reverse, the singer speaking backwards. Once the song straightens out, we’re shown that the protagonist of the song is a mentally unstable man trying to figure out what triggers a specific fear. The second verse then goes into a young child who’s been held trial for insanity. The child and the judge then have an open dialogue throughout the rest of the verse until the child is sent to an asylum. The song concludes with insane yet peaceful thoughts from the child. Obviously I’m not a psychiatrist but doing some light research into insanity (NOT psychosis, as insanity is more of an umbrella term for unstable mental state while psychosis is a specified disorder) you can see a few signs of insanity that could be applied to c!Ranboo. ‘Denial of obvious problems’ Many times c! Ranboo has dismissed or downplayed his issues and problems, most notably when he’s found in a panicked state by c!Sam who asks him if he’s okay, to which c!Ranboo replies that he’s fine. ‘Delusions or Hallucinations’ this is a big one as throughout the Doomsday arc, c!Ranboo spoke to c!Dream in his panic room, only to realize he was talking to no one. ‘Dramatic changes in sleeping habits’ This is more of a reach as we have no actually confirmation but it could be assumed that c!Ranboo’s enderwalking could be disrupting his sleep patterns. 

Live and Let Die (Paul McCartney) - a song about a once young person who used to say ‘Live and Let Live’ but has now changed their maxim to ‘Live and Let Die’. Could be said that as people grow older they grow more cynical. Granted the phrases mean the same thing but one seems much more pessimistic. 

The Ruler of Everything (Tally Hall) - Once again a song about time, the entire song meant to symbolize how time controls our lives (once again feeding into a time paradox theory). The song has a verse that is a man and Time itself singing. The song then starts to speed up, representing how short periods of our lives can be in the grand scheme of things. ‘Do you understand that mechanical hands are the ruler of everything’ This lyric of the song is meant to mean that time (the mechanical hands of the clock) are at the root of everything, once again drawing us back to a time motif with Ranboo’s character. This specific line could lead us to believe that c!Ranboo is being ‘controlled’ by time, aka perhaps caught in a time travelers loop. 

Merry-Go-Round Of Life (Howl’s Moving Castle OST) - While the song itself is an instrumental without words, one could do some digging into the story of Howl’s Moving Castle, spoilers for the film in this analysis. In Howl’s Moving Castle, there is a sequence in which Sophie goes back in time to find Howl, seeing him as a young boy. She calls out to him, telling him to find her in the future, before getting taken back to her time. It seems pretty insignificant until you remember that in the beginning of the film, during Howl and Sophie’s first interaction he says to her, “There you are, sweetheart, sorry I’m late. I was looking everywhere.” thus representing that Howl has been looking for Sophie his entire life after she called out to him in the past. So what does this mean for c!Ranboo? Well its just more time motif and even more time paradox themes. But what even is a time paradox? A time paradox is when somebody who has traveled back in time, becomes a part of the past and causes the events they set out to stop in the first place. Perhaps this means c!Ranboo traveled back in time to stop c!Tommy’s exile, as it was a catalyst event that resulted in many problems on the server (L’manberg’s second destruction to name one) before getting sucked into the events that caused it himself. 

Killer Queen (Queen) - Really can’t say too much for this song as the song is meant to convey how “that classy people can be whores as well” (Freddie Mercury). Freddie also said that anyone else could call their own interpretations of the song as well. I can’t really think of too much about the song that could be molded to c!Ranboo. 

Mr. Bad Guy (Freddie Mercury) - This one is more interesting as the bridge of this song details how Freddie is ‘Mr. Bad Guy’ and that he can ruin people’s lives and many people are afraid of him. This could sound like something c!Ranboo would say in relation to someone trying to threaten the people he cares about. c!Ranboo going to any length for those he cares about (most notably his family) is something that recently cc!Ranboo has tried to drive home, making it a tweet under his character’s lore thread on twitter. 

Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked (Cage the Elephant) - The main line of this song is a bible verse that means that those who are sin-free can sleep well at night knowing they haven’t done anything wrong but those are commit sins need to keep one eye open at all times. Perhaps c!Ranboo believes that he has done something wrong that keeps him up at night. It could be tied back to the time paradox theory by saying that c!Ranboo is kept up at night by the fact that he couldn’t stop the bad events from happening, even becoming a part of them. 

The Bidding (Tally Hall) - While the song itself is about an auction in which men are trying to “sell” themselves to a woman, I would like to call attention to one specific verse. ‘I’ve been training like a Pavlov dog,  Let my independence out to take a hike, All you gotta do is activate my bell, and I’ll fetch you anything you like’. The first lyric calls reference to Ivan Pavlov, who ran a conditioning experiment on dogs, training them to associate the sound of a bell with food, whether they actually got food or not. The last two lyrics I find particularly interesting as we have seen somebody “activate” c!Ranboo. c!Sapnap. After c!Sapnap visited c!Dream in prison, c!Dream asked c!Sapnap to deliver a message to c!Ranboo. The message being ‘:)’. When c!Sapnap repeated the message to c!Ranboo, c!Ranboo immediately switched and began to speak in enderman language before wandering off. He then spoke to c!Sapnap in chat saying, in ender, “Doomed are those who try to run, for it always catches up eventually :)’. This is one of many incidents of c!Ranboo being switched into his enderwalk state, in which he does stuff for c!Dream such as burning down the community house. 

I Can’t Decide (Scissor Sisters) - This song is a upbeat song about a psychotic killer trying to decide on whether or not he should kill his victim. This song could relate back to c!Ranboo’s relationship with c!Dream. c!Ranboo has been very cagey on whether or not he would like c!Dream, most recently being very eager to break into prison and murder him. This song could also hint towards a possible villain arc for c!Ranboo. 

Stardust Crusaders (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventures OST) - Unfortunately, this song is another instrumental. And even more unfortunately, I don’t watch JJBA so I can’t comment on what the song could be alluding to. Stardust Crusaders is the name of an arc of the show but reading through the plot summary on Wikipedia doesn’t turn back anything that could be tied to c!Ranboo. 

A Mask of My Own Face (Lemon Demon) - While the song itself is relatively simple, a man singing about how he wants to wear a mask of his own face to confuse people, a few lines have sparked certain people to examine the song deeper coming to the conclusion that the singer wants to cause chaos and controversy. The mask of his own face would allow him to mask his identity, as no one would wear a mask of their own face, while still allowing him to be associated with the chaos. For c!Ranboo I can’t really see this pointing to anything but the Syndicate. c!Ranboo really does believe in their core value of dismantling the things on the server that are bad but also he knows many people he’s close to who are at odds with members of the Syndicate, most notable c!Tubbo. However this could be rather lose as cc!Ranboo is a big fan of Lemon Demon and who hasn’t put a song from their favorite artist on a playlist even though the vibe doesn’t necessarily fit. 

Stranded Lullaby (Miracle Musical) - Another song of the Miracle Musical album Hawaii - Part Two, which loops itself over within the story. This particular song is about a sailor sailing through a cerebral ocean, which may or may not represent time itself; the sailor being a time traveler who had a mistake in his time traveling. This once again brings us back to the theory of c!Ranboo as a time traveler. There is also a line I would like to call upon, ‘Aimless thoughts and papers blown around, A million moments meant remembered rest in deep dark sound’. These lyrics are meant to relate to memories and how truly fleeting some may be, just papers floating in our brains eventually lost to time. This obviously can relate back to c!Ranboo’s memory problems, which are a known side effect of time travel, as told to us through the story of c!Karl, the only other time traveler on the server (excluding c!Connor who is only theorized as a time traveler for right now). 

Hidden In The Sand (Tally Hall) - This is slightly complicated as the song has two meanings. On the surface, the song is about a man who falls in love with a woman who leaves him, however the man is still in love with her. But in the music video, a new meaning can be found. The music video shows a cruise full of people, all very nice and kind until the ship begins to sink and the real, selfish, sides of the people is revealed. ‘Hidden in the Sand’ is meant to symbolize that a persons true nature is covered up by their outward acts and personality. This could apply to c!Ranboo, as he is outwardly very polite and gentle, growing attached to every animal he finds and refusing to kill any Enderman but he could have a whole other personality to him that we don’t know about. If songs such as ‘I Can’t Decide’ and ‘Mr. Bad Guy’ are any hints, we could theorize that c!Ranboo has a secret dark side to him that could be exposed in the events of his family being threatened. 

Now I’m Here (Queen) -  No statements or theories about what the song means or any of the lyrics. 

& (Tally Hall) - This song, as with others off this particular album, deal with opposites. The whole chorus of this song is about certain opposites such as dark and light or cold and hot. Relating back to c!Ranboo, perhaps this song is meant to tell us that c!Ranboo is a foil of a certain character. Possibilities could be c!Dream and c!Ranboo, as c!Dream is very against attachments towards things and is a very outwardly violent person while c!Ranboo is attached to almost every animal and enderman (not to mention c!Tubbo and Michael) and is a very peaceful person, or perhaps c!Ranboo and c!Karl, the two time (theorized) travelers on the server. c!Karl has a stronger control over his abilities and seems to retain most of his memory fairly well so far while c!Ranboo perhaps can’t control his power and has short term memory loss and can’t remember where he came from. 

I’m Gonna Win (Rob Cantor) - This song is a description of a fight between the singer and his inner demons, the fight resulting in very physical injuries for the singer. This can relate back to c!Ranboo, as he could be fighting the demons of his enderwalking state. This song has a very cheerful outlook on the fight however, as the singer is very confident in his abilities and knows he will win. c!Ranboo isn’t always the most positive, sometimes believing more in the pessimistic outcome but this could be a new leaf for c!Ranboo or a goal of his to be more positive.