#*BITES AND BITES AND SHAKES AND SOBS AND SHAKES AND SOBS*

[p1llkiss]

18+

"will you kill me someday?"

sukuna pauses mid stroke, considers for a split second- kisses your forehead with a mouth that shouldn’t be so gentle- and finally replies, “probably."

you laugh a small and startled sound, half swallowed by the pillow. he snorts, amused, breath hot against your temple as one hand is braced beside your head- the other digging bruises into your hip like he’s trying to mold you into something that fits him better.

“‘probably?’” you echo, voice muffled when he shifts deeper, the word stretched out into a whimper. “not even a - fuck- straight answer?”

he hums, mouth pressed to your hairline, breath hot and ticklish and disgustingly affectionate for a monster who just promised to kill you someday. his pace slowing torturously just so he can enjoy the way you writhe underneath him.

"fine. yeah i will.” he kisses your forehead again, mockingly sweet. "someday, when i'm bored of this-" he snaps his hips forward once, viciously, drawing a choked cry out of you, “-i'll carve you open and hang your insides up as decoration. happy?”

your fingers scrabble at his forearm where it cages you in. you should be afraid, should hate the way your spine arches up for him instead, offering more.

“asshole,” you gasp, trying to twist around to glare at him. he catches your chin with one clawed hand, forces your face back down into the mattress.

“ungrateful,” he murmurs, teeth grazing your ear. “you should thank me for my honesty.”

he rolls his hips again, deeply, deliberately.

“you thought you could live forever, hmm? so boring. i'm improving you. giving you something better to die for.” he laughs, low and cruel, when your thighs twitch, when you clench around him like your body’s begging even as your mind protests.

“listen to you-" he growls in your ear, hips grinding in just right so you can hear it too- the slick, messy sound of you soaking him every time he moves. “pathetic.” his chuckle is warm against your neck, mean and so unfair. “you cant even hate me right now. you'd let me gut you if i promised to kiss you after."

he says it like it’s a joke, but you feel the truth of it shiver down your back when the tongue at your shoulder drags lower, when he bites down just hard enough to make you squeal, picking up his pace again. a steady, brutal rhythm that makes you forget you were ever terrified in the first place.

“not today, though,” he pants, every thrust punching another whimper out of you. “today you just come for me. that’s all you’re good for." he says it like it's a fact.

and you nod- stupidly nod. you can't help it. when you finally finish, choking on his name, your whole body shaking, he just presses his mouth- mouths- all over you.

“look at you,” he growls, hips stuttering. “so fucking easy. maybe i'll keep you alive longer. it's funny."

as you're panting, trying to recollect yourself, he kisses your shoulder. soft, almost gentle, almost soothing. his hand rubs your side, too tender for a monster like him. he murmurs sweet nothings against your skin, mock lullaby.

for a second it fools you. stupid warmth flickering through your ribs- until his teeth sink in again, sharp enough to bruise, tearing another raw sob out of your already bruised throat.

and when the haze clears, it guts clean through you once again: sukuna can’t love you. he just likes how easy you are to break.

[eyrichandesu]

Your legs are shaking, spread wide as Caleb towers over you, forearms braced on either side of your head. His thrusts are deep and deliberate, and he’s watching you fall apart beneath him like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“You feel that?” he pants, voice low and ragged, hips grinding down at a different angle—one that makes your vision blur. “Right there. That little spongy spot inside you? That’s your G-spot, sweetheart.”

You’re sobbing already, incoherent. You can’t even answer—only whimper as your nails claw uselessly at his back, thighs twitching around his waist.

He smirks.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

He thrusts again, slow and deep, hitting the spot that makes your whole body jerk. His cock grinds against it, fat and thick and so deep that you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

Then he does it again. And again.

And again.

You scream, hands flying to his biceps, clutching for something solid—anything to ground you while he wrecks you completely.

“That’s it,” he breathes. “Come on, cum on it for me. I want to feel you gush all over my cock.”

He activates his Evol.

The air shifts—your body pinned hard into the mattress like gravity just quadrupled, trapping you there, helpless and spread beneath him. The pressure makes everything worse—every thrust hits harder, deeper, sharper.

You’re sobbing now.

“Caleb—! I-I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he growls. One hand wraps lightly around your throat, not tight, just enough. “You’re gonna take it like a good girl. Gonna cum for me right on my cock, aren’t you?”

His other hand sneaks between your bodies, fingers rubbing your clit in messy, ruthless circles.

You shatter.

You cum so hard you scream, eyes rolling back, slick gushing around him as you tremble uncontrollably. He doesn’t stop—keeps slamming into you, watching your tears streak down your cheeks with a satisfied hiss.

“Fuck—there it is—look at you—” Caleb bites down on your shoulder, groaning into your skin. “Milking my cock like you were made for it. Fuck, I’m gonna cum inside you—fill you up until you’re leaking down your thighs.”

One last thrust. Deep, brutal, and so perfectly angled.

He cums, hips grinding hard against you as he shoots deep inside, thick warmth coating your insides. You can barely breathe, sobbing his name, your body limp beneath him.

And still—he doesn’t move. Doesn’t pull out.

“You’re not done,” he murmurs, almost sweetly, brushing his lips over your temple. “I’m not done.”

You whimper, already overstimulated.

And Caleb just smirks again, hips pulling back.

“Let’s see how many times I can make you squirt on my cock.”

[confessionsandcreampies]

alpha!ness would include…

ness is soft-spoken, polite, always helping, always blushing when someone flirts with you.

but under all that kindness is a trembling, repressed alpha instinct that he doesn’t know how to control.

he touches you just a little too long. breathes you in when you hug him. sleeps with your hoodie under his pillow.

everyone thinks he’s the harmless one. the background alpha.

they have no idea what’s really brewing beneath the surface.

ness doesn’t say how much he wants you.

but he’s always around. always watching. always helping.

he carries your water bottle. gives you your favorite snacks.

holds eye contact just a second too long when you thank him.

“you always smell so good…”

sleeps shirtless so your scent can sink deeper into his skin. gets hard just thinking about you needing him.

whimpers when he touches himself to the thought of finally being inside you.

he keeps it all locked up until you go into heat near him for the first time. then everything shatters.

he corners you somewhere quiet, trembling, flushed, panicking and aroused.

“i-i shouldn’t… but you smell so… please… just a taste.”

once you give him permission? it’s over.

he’s rutting against you before he can think.

sobbing into your throat as he knots you, overwhelmed by how good it feels.

scenting you is the hottest thing in the world to ness.

rubs his cheek against your scent gland while blushing furiously.

loves when you whimper from it. loves when you go pliant.

“you like when i do that…? god… i wanna keep you like this forever.”

he’s a hoarder. straight up keeps your worn clothes hidden in his drawer.

he presses them to his nose at night when he’s rutting alone, whispering your name like a prayer.

when you’re in heat. crying. moaning. whispering how much he loves you.

whines like a puppy when he first knots you. his instincts are too big for his soft heart.

“it feels so good. you’re so warm. i c-can’t stop, i don’t want to stop—”

he breeds you over and over, murmuring how much he loves filling you.

“want you to be round with me. please. let me give you everything.”

he presses kisses all over your chest and stomach between rounds. clings to you like he’ll die if you leave.

when he’s in rut he warns you. tries to hide. tries to lock himself away.

but when you show up anyway he starts shaking.

his voice breaks. “i-i can’t… i’ll ruin you…”

he doesn’t ruin you, though. he worships you.

takes his time sliding inside. cries the first time you beg for his knot.

he buries his face in your chest while he finishes, sobbing sweetly, “it’s too much… i love you too much… i need you always…”

and when you try to pull away? he tightens his arms and murmurs, “no. please. don’t leave yet. not yet…”

ness waits. he wants it to be perfect. until one day your scent is too strong. your heat is too raw. he breaks.

he bites you gently, hands shaking, mouth hot against your gland.

he whimpers as the bond forms. tells you how much he loves you. begs you to never leave.

“you’re mine now. i’ll take care of you. always. no one else… just me…”

the possessiveness comes after the bond. he’s clingy. jealous. softly demanding.

he doesn’t let other alphas near you. touches your scent gland in public.

he glares at anyone who makes you uncomfortable. and when you praise him? he melts.

“you want me, right? you still want me…?”

[storiesbyshadow]

You Were Always Enough

Fandom: Jurassic World: Rebirth

Pairing: Dr. Henry Loomis x Reader

Rating: Mature

Tags: Angst, Eventual Fluff, Raptors, Hiding An Injury, Infected Wound, Blood, Pus, Stitches, Self Surgery, Collapsing, Losing Consciousness, Hospitals, Pining, Feelings, Kissing

Word Count: Around 1200

Written For: @badthingshappenbingo @fandom-free-bingo

Squares/Prompts Filled: N1 - Hiding An Injury for BTHB | Card B: N1 - Infection for Fandom Free Bingo

Dividers By: Fossil Divider - @thecutestgrotto | DNC And Support Dividers - @saradika-graphics

Requested By: This lovely anon ❤️

The jungle was unnervingly quiet.

Dusk wrapped the world in molten light, orange bleeding into violet through thick prehistoric trees. Every step squelched in mud and dying leaves as you followed Dr. Loomis, your mentor, your teammate...your impossible crush...deeper into dinosaur territory.

You were both tense, careful, stalking a herd of Stegosaurs rumored to be sick. He needed blood samples to test for a spreading bacterial infection. You just needed… to prove yourself. To him. To yourself.

The mission mattered. But he mattered more.

You were halfway down a ridge, scanning for tracks, when it happened.

A sharp, shrill cry echoed through the surrounding area making you both jump.

The underbrush exploded with movement. A flash of feathers and claws made your eyes go wide.

It was a raptor. Juvenile, fast, and pissed off.

It lunged from the side before Henry even had time to lift his tranquilizer gun. And you...you didn’t even think. You shoved him back.

Its claw caught you.

A hot line of agony tore through your side. You dropped to the ground, your body screaming as the creature was driven off by Henry’s wild shots. The world slowed to a crawl.

You felt the blood instantly. Warm and slick, staining your shirt as you bit back a sob.

“Are you hit?!” Henry’s voice was already frantic.

You scrambled upright, forcing a smile, covering the wound with your arm as casually as you could. “Yeah! It just startled me.”

He didn’t believe it, his eyes lingered on your face, scanning, but you kept moving.

“Let’s finish what we came for,” you said, your voice far too bright. “The trail’s still warm.”

And like a fool, he let you keep going.

Day one was brutal.

You waited until camp was asleep.

Biting down on a rag, you peeled back your shirt, tears pricking your eyes as you saw the damage. Four jagged lines carved into your ribs, deep enough to see muscle. Already swelling. Already red.

You stitched it yourself. Alone. With trembling hands.

And when you finished, you cried. Silently. Curled in your tent, shaking from pain and shame.

Day two was agonizing.

That's when your fever spiked.

You blamed the heat. Told Henry you were tired, and waved off his concern.

He looked at you like he knew something was wrong, but you smiled through gritted teeth and kept going. You had to.

You couldn’t be the reason the mission failed. You couldn’t be the weak one. Not when you wanted so badly for him to see you as capable. As strong. As enough.

Day three almost broke you.

You woke up just in time to bite back a scream.

The pain was blinding, your side pulsing with every heartbeat. Pus soaked the bandages you’d been changing secretly every night.

You looked in the mirror of your compact.

Your face was pale, your hands shook so hard you could barely hold the mirror, and your lips cracked from dehydration.

You didn’t even look like yourself anymore.

But when Henry called your name that morning, you smiled and said, “Ready when you are, Doc.”

And he smiled back, trusting you.

That almost hurt more than the wound.

By midday on day four the word was spinning.

Your lungs burned, your fingers were numb, and you tasted blood.

Sheer will was the only thing keeping you upright. One foot. Then another. You had to. You were almost there.

Then the ground tilted.

The trees twisted sideways.

And you collapsed into the mud, unable to lift your arms.

“Hey!” Henry’s voice was sharp with concern. “Hey, no-”

You felt him drop to his knees beside you, flipping you over, pulling your shirt up, and then the sound he made wasn’t human. It was a sob. Choked and raw.

“Jesus. Oh my God-”

“I’m sorry,” you rasped, barely able to speak.

His hands were trembling as he touched your face, your forehead. “You’re burning up! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to think I was weak,” you whispered, barely conscious.

His eyes were wild. “You’re bleeding out. This is infected. You...you could die.”

“I just wanted to be someone you could be proud of.”

That’s when he broke.

“No.” His voice cracked like glass. “No, don’t say that. Don’t ever say that.”

You reached up with a weak, blood-slick hand and touched his chest. “I didn’t want to be a burden. I didn’t want you to regret bringing me.”

His face crumpled.

“I don’t regret you,” he said, voice barely a whisper. “I care about you more than anyone I’ve ever worked with. You think I don’t see you? Every day I’m around you, I can’t breathe because all I want to do is reach for you.”

You blinked, stunned.

But your vision was going dark. Your body was too tired. You felt yourself slipping.

“No, no don’t close your eyes,” Henry begged, his arms tightening around you. “Stay with me. Please-” He grabbed his radio and clicked it on. “Zora, I need a chopper! Emergency evac. Now!”

Thirty minutes later, Zora’s boots hit the ground before the helicopter fully landed, her eyes sharp, her expression furious.

She took one look at you, pale and blood-soaked in Henry’s arms, and cursed. “What the hell happened?”

“She hid an injury,” Henry said, his voice shaking. “I didn’t see it. I should’ve seen it.”

Zora’s jaw clenched as she opened her med pack. “You’re both reckless. She’s septic. We need to get her in the air now.”

Henry didn’t let you go. He sat with you in the chopper, pressing his forehead to yours, whispering over and over:

“You’re not weak. You’re not a burden. You’re everything.”

Three days later, you woke to cold sheets, dim lights, and the low repetitive beep of a monitor.

You tried to move, but someone was holding your hand.

Henry.

He was sitting at your bedside, looking like he hadn’t slept in days. Eyes red. Knuckles raw from worry.

You turned your head. “Hey.”

He jolted. “Jesus...you’re awake.” He grabbed your hand tightly. “I thought...I didn’t know if-”

“I made it,” you whispered.

He swallowed hard. “Barely. Zora said another twelve hours, and you would’ve-” His voice broke. He turned his face away.

Tears slipped down your cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t apologize. Please. Just tell me you won’t ever do that again.”

“I didn’t think I was good enough,” you confessed. “I thought you’d leave me behind if you knew I couldn’t handle it.”

He leaned in close, eyes shining. “You’re the only thing I’d never leave behind.”

And then, he kissed you. Slow. Tentative. Like it had been building forever.

When he pulled back, his forehead pressed to yours, he whispered:

“You don’t have to prove anything. You already are everything to me.”

And this time, you believed him.

[legendofmorons]

Written in the stars (forever on loop) chapter seventeen - From Eden

Pairing: poly! Chain x reader, Wind & reader

Rating: T

Summary: After taking a watch where you soothe a distraught Twilight to sleep your group makes its way through the land. Unfortunately for you, Dark has lost track of some monsters and those monsters find you and out number you.

(Aka: Dark loses his monsters but gets distracted by D!reader/ Onyx, and itself your problem. Spooky talks to Wolfie, too. Oh and also Fierce is a simp, the question is why is he a simp for you?)

Warnings: cursing, Canon typical violence, injury, grief

Other: If I missed anything, please let me know.

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Watch tonight is easy enough. The only hassle is ignoring the way Hyrule keeps his back to you as if avoiding you.

The traveler is clinging to his blankets.

Tonight, you take the first watch while the others go about getting to sleep.

It's been a week since you and Hyrule talked about the dungeon, and he still isn't really talking to you. It just stings, even if he deserves as much space as he wants.

You sit by the fire and watch as Spooky curls around one of Epona's legs for a nap. What sweet animals can they be.

It's hardly a surprise when Sky falls asleep quickly. He needs it, honestly.

Warriors lays closest to you, the least convincing about trying to sleep.

Hyrule and Legend lay on the other side of the fire side by side.

Wild is between Time, who lays like a soldier, and Twilight, who curls up.

Four lays near Sky, facing the fire.

Wind is curling up near you and Warriors, but it's only a matter of time before he ends up in some bizarre position.

You scan the permiter with careful eyes.

It's been too calm lately, and you aren't foolish enough to trust it.

Warriors lays like a soilder, straight as a board with posture that even a monarch might envy.

You watch as the others drift off one by one until it's just you awake.

It's nearly second shift by the time everyone is truly out, but you don't mind.

It's nice, mostly. The quiet gives you time to think.

Watching them sleep is endearing. You don't stare, but you're keeping watch, so you do keep an eye out. That's part of the deal.

Sky sleeps deeply, snoring everyone once in a while as he clutches his blankets.

Your musing comes to a stop when Twilight jolts awake with a shaking call of your name.

You swapping thickly before you call out to him. "Twilight?"

He doesn't react.

Twilight gives shaking, hitching breaths that are too fast. He dosen’t seem to be able to recognize where he is.

That's... not ideal.

It's actually rather concerning.

"Twilight?" You call again, pushing to your feet.

"(Y/n)?!" He calls back in a far away but terrified tone. His voice shakes as one hand reaches up to grip his hair.

You bite back a curse and start walking towards him.

Walking carefully so as to not wake anyone else. There's no reason to make the others lose sleep, too.

"Twilight?" You ask again as you stop at his side.

"Darlin'?!" He demands shakily, looking up at you with unseeing eyes.

Your throat feels thick as you sink to your knees.

Setting a hand on his shoulder, you try a different tactic. "Link?"

It feels strange to do it. Between him not knowing who you are and your expansive gaps in memory around your past lives, it's like filling a role.

A role that isn't your own anymore, but it still is supposed to be. It's like the nightmare performers have where they forget most of their lines on stage and have to improvise and hope it works.

His face softens, though, as if that's what he needed to hear.

"Darlin'," Twilight breathes out as he pulls you into a tight hug.

You choke on a gasp as you fall into him

Twilight clings to you with shuddering breaths as he burrows into your neck. "Saw ya die. Don' leave me, please. Need ya so much, darlin'," he all but sobs into the juncture of your shoulder and neck.

His tears are hot and wet as they fall onto you.

You hug him back with shaking arms. "It wasn't your fault."

"Was my faul'!"

"No, it wasn't. It was a dream, it's okay now," you say with a surprisingly steady voice.

You rub his back in slow circles.

"I can't lose ya," Twilight chokes out.

You swallow a wince, "It's okay, you're okay."

He clings to you anyhow, shaking harder now. "Don' leave me."

"I'm not leaving," you soothe carefully. "It's okay, can you try to sleep some more for me?"

"Ya weren' the' when I woke up."

You make a soft, hopefully soothing sound. "I know. You should still try to sleep for me, okay? I'll be here in the morning."

"Ya promise?"

"I will be here in the morning. Get some rest, okay?" You soothe.

Twilight pulls back with a swallow, "Yer neva' he' in th' mornin'..."

"I will be. Please get some more sleep."

He wipes at his face and looks at you with hazy eyes. "I miss ya. Er'ey day."

"I know," you breathe out.

You believe him, if only because of what you just saw.

Twilight lays back down, curling into himself. "Stay 'til I fall 'sleep 'gain?"

"Sure," you say as you shift to get more comfortable.

It's kinder than breaking his illusions. He isn't even really that awake. You can do this for him.

You stay with him, ignoring the gnawing pit of your stomach.

Twilight drifts back to sleep slowly. He seems well and truly out by the time you need to go wake Sky for middle watch.

Leaving the rancher feels mean.

Maybe a few more minutes?

You pull the blanket up around the rancher and make sure he's as comfortable as possible before you stand. You have things to do, and you can't stay up all night.

Even if you don't sleep, resting is better than nothing.

You make your way to Sky before kneeling down to wake him.

You shake Sky carefully. "Sky?"

The man groans and turns away from you.

Understandable, but you still have to wake him.

You shake him a little harder, "Sky?"

He groans and burrows into his blankets.

You bite back a smile at the adorable behavior. "Sky."

He grumbles.

You snort, recalling the opening sequence for Skyward Sword where Zelda's loftwing needed to be the alarm clock.

(You have to dump water on the teen before you finally get him to rejoin the world of living. He jolts up with a gasp before his eyes find you.

"That was mean, sunshine," he huffs at you.

You might feel worse if you hadn't spent the last fifteen minutes trying to wake him. You crack a grin, "You love me anyway!"

There's the tug of pain in your chest because the teen isn't yours to love. He's just your dear friend of your entire sixteen years of life.

He smiles, soft and warm, in a way that you will always associate with Crimson feathers and skyloft nights. "I do.")

You swallow down the memory and try to ignore the bittersweet feeling it brings up.

Shaking Sky more firmly, you call out again. "Sky!"

Sky jerks awake, and his eyes find you quickly.

"Oh! Uh- It's my watch, right?" Sky asks as he rubs at his eyes.

You nod at him. "It is."

"Okay. Just - let me get up."

"No rush," ypu tell him.

Sky huffs at that, "Maybe a little rush. I don't want to keep you up forever."

Your heart warms a little at the words. "I can spare ten minutes."

"I'll be fast," he assures you.

He is usually a man of his word, after all.

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Twilight isn't sure how to handle facing you after embarrassing himself last night.

Obviously, the best choice is to avoid you like the plague as subtlety as he can.

That decision is how he finds himself in the middle of nowhere, trying to hunt down some dinner.

Wild is helping, of course, but really Twilight is just using the excuse to be Wolfie so he can avoid you even better.

Which is great until Spooky comes over.

"Hello, wolf boy," Spooky purrs as they rub along Wolfie without fear.

"Hi?" Wolfie manages to reply.

He realizes his isn't one to talk to Spookie usually.

"You're hiding again," Spooky informs with all the bored superiority of a cat.

"I'm not hiding, exactly..."

"Are you lying to yourself or to me?" The panther asks as they lay down and stretch out.

"I'm not lying to anyone. I'm hunting dinner."

Spooky yawns. "To yourself then. Hairless creatures are so strange. Tell me, wolf boy, how long do you plan to ignore what's in front of you?"

Wolfie blinks at the panther. He isn't sure what they're on about.

Even if he does know, he dosen’t want to.

Spooky is just being ill aware.

He's such a fool, waking up and causing you to be dragged into his delusions.

You were kind enough to soothe him back to sleep.

He wishes you hadn't been so kind...

He dosen’t deserve it.

"Enough with the self-pity, wolf boy," Spooky interrupts as they roll onto their back. "Examine the situation or don't, but your guilt and grief fill your head until you can't see the danger coming."

Wolfie turns his gaze to the cat again, wondering if all panthers are so insistent.

"I see the danger."

"Do you?" Spoiky asks with a tone that all but screams doubt. "You're so busy mourning you forget to live, wolf boy, and anyone worth mourning wouldn't want you to."

There's not much to say to that... not really.

Spooky is right.

Wild whistles for Wolfie to join him again and Twilight... does.

He doesn't want to stick around for more of whatever Spooky has to accomplish here.

He can admit, to himself, that he is running.

He's a coward these days.

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"We may have a very slight problem," Dark says as he turns to his lover.

Onyx looks over with a brow raise from where they stand in the grandiose shadow version of the temple of time. "Oh really?"

"I may have misplaced some of the stronger monsters."

Onyx rolls their eyes, "It's probably fine. It's not like the monsters ever do their job anyway."

"True. You are right, my darling lamb," Dark purrs.

The dark being crosses the stone floor as his steps echo.

As soon as he is close enough to Onyx, he pulls them into him, his arms wrapping comfortably about their waist.

"You've been so distracted, viper," They tell him idily.

"And what of it?"

"Just an observation."

Dark chuckles, shaking his head. "It is never just an observation with you. You always have ulterior motives."

It's one of the countless things he loves about them. They never let themselves get manipulated so easily and never without their own goals.

Always thinking about their own safety.

Their own pleasure.

Dark loves how their mind works.

They may be the only person he puts above himself, as vulnerable that makes him.

As long as he keeps Onyx close, he can keep his weakness safe.

That's what they are, his weakness.

The worst part is that he doesn't care. He wants them safe before he wants- anything else.

He will never utter that to anyone, but he knows it.

He thinks Onyx knows it, too.

"And what is my motive then?" They ask him with a sharp smile.

"Perhaps you want to use my perceived distraction to your advantage? You are such a devious mind."

Onyx laughs at that, the laugh they only ever indulge him with. "You flatter me."

"What is it you want from me, then?" Dark asks.

"Everything," Onyx says simply.

"Everything?"

"Yes."

"Very well, but them I want everything from you as well."

"For you? I can make that trade," Onyx says softly.

"How shall we start?"

"Perhaps a nice date, I do rather like the moonlight on you."

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The forest fades into a vast field as you all walk through the land, hoping to find either the black blooded monsters or a town.

Selfishly, you hope for a town so you can sleep through a whole night and take a real bath.

There's a slowly rising dread that prickles up the back of your neck. You aren't sure why exactly, but you still feel it.

Epona walks at your side with Wind on your other and Spooky between ypu and the sailor.

You slip Epona a few slices of apple and lots of pets.

Spooky also gets lots of attention.

Wind billows through the tall grass lazily as the sun shines.

Four and Sky walk in front of you, both seem fairly alert as if they too feel that prickling dread.

You can hear Hyrule and Legend behind you, bantering to each other quietly.

"Have you got pigs back home?" Wind asks.

You smile, "There are pigs back home."

"Really?"

When you open your mouth to answer, there's a deep set instinct to demand everyone get down. You follow it.

"EVERYONE DOWN!" You call as you get down.

As everyone does as you say from instinct arrows whiz overhead. They fly through the air where torsos just were

Spooky growls, tension to pounce at whatever comes close first.

Epona rears up and gives an upset whinny.

"What now?" Legend huffs.

You take your sword and shield into your hands.

Standing, you look around and feel the blood drain from your face.

Three silver lynels from Wild's world.

Twelve dead irons from Time's world.

Two Gleeocks.

Four moblins from Sky's era and four from Wild's.

Nine fire lizafos from Twilight's era.

Four wizrobes from Hyrule's time.

"Fuck!" You hiss on reflex.

This is bad.

This is really bad.

The monsters surround you as they approach, and there is no escape.

"Everyone in a circle!" Time calls.

You rush to comply.

The group creates a ring where they all face towards the monsters before them and their backs are in the circle.

Wind is on your left and Four is on your right.

You aren't sure where anyone else is but you don't have time to look.

You throw your shield up to block the volley of arrows.

The arrows bounce off the metal with soft 'thing's and 'chinks'.

"We need to get you out of here!" Four hisses to you.

"How?" Ypu huff, catching a sword on your own.

"I don't know!"

Any other talking fades to the background.

Your world narrows to the enemies before you and the hero on either side of you.

Your shield is being a drag, but at least you can say you're using it!

You kick a laying lizafos in the chest as hard as you can, sending it back a little.

You stab at a moblin.

You block some flames with your shield. Your sleeves singe a little.

Another volley of arrows flies towards you.

Your shield takes more hits.

You fall into a haze of pounding wars, clashing metal, and fear.

You take hits that hurt.

Everything blurs.

You move with reflexes you chalk up to fight or flight.

An arrow hits the outside of your thigh.

A sword slices through your abdomen.

Your major organs and arteries are safe but only for now.

There's something wrong-

Wind falls with a scream as a sword pierces just under his kidney.

Oh.

You snarl something and push between the lizafos and Wind.

You stab through the beast with a rage you don't recognize.

An arrow lodges in your calf.

You gasp out a curse.

Someone else screams.

Pain radiates all over your body.

A dead Iron starts towards Four.

You focus on keeping your shield over you and Wind as arrows rain down.

There's a warping scream behind you.

You stab through a lizafos when it approaches.

Spooky jumps at a lizafos and clamps their jaw its throat with a growl. Blood splatters as your loveable panther mauls their dinner.

You block a fire ball as you fall to one knee, keeping yourself and Wind safe.

There's a roar somewhere.

You scream as a lightning arrow hits your shield and electricity runs your body.

The world is spotty.

The gleeock spits fire at your side of the ring.

A double helix sword slashes through the monsters in your peripheral.

That can't be right-

Fierce Deity steps between you and the monster, slaying them with vicious efficiency.

"Shit," you hiss.

"You're both hurt," Four says as he comes up to you.

"Wind's worse," you say firmly.

"Hyrule is out of commission, and we're giving our limited potions to the worst cases," Four sighs.

"That's fine. Take care of Wind first," you prompt as you glance down at the sailor.

He looks horrid.

Someone comes over and starts working on first aid.

You lose track of everything even as they work on bandaging your arrow wounds.

It's Fierce Deity that takes your attention.

He's just so big.

Wind is on the ground by you, in rough shape but half healed. He still has plenty more healing to go but he's stable enough to move.

Warriors finishes your bandages as Fierce approaches you.

"Starshine," the Deity says with a voice like thunder.

"I- hi?" You manage weakly.

"You need to rest," Fierce informs you.

"Later," ypu say firmly.

There are other things to handle.

Other people to check on.

"Soon," Fierce tells you. "You look rough, starlight."

"I'll live. You're hurt too," you say as your eyes fall to where red trickles out if the bottom side of his chest plate.

"Hardly."

"Right... thank you, for helping us," you manage.

Warriors is still at your side, and when you glance over he looks sea sick.

The captain stares up at the Deity with an emotion you can't place.

"It is nothing more than my job," the Deity rumbles. His eyes are white voids that bore into you.

There's a sense that you should feel fear... you really don't.

Something strangely familliar about the deity tugs at your mind.

(A red scarf that smells like the forest and the forge alike comes to mind. A smile that only you get. Grief over separation...)

Spooky comes over with a bloody maw but otherwise fairly happy. They rub against the deity on their way to you.

You smile a little, "Hey, pumpkin."

Spooky just sits down by you and Wind, as if playing look out.

Warriors stands slowly, staring at the deity. He looks ready to say something...

"I must go, starlight, but should you ever need me I shall return," Fierce says as he reaches out to run his knuckles over your cheeks.

"O-okay?" You manage.

You aren't sure what is happening right now but you aren't exactly fearing it.

It's strange!

But not... not bad.

Fierce reaches up and the mask comes off of Time-

Time stumbles and Warriors catches him.

"Are you okay?" You manage to ask Time.

"Fine," the man grits out like a liar.

You think he might be lying to himself more than to you.

You nod, turning your attention back to the still unconscious Wind.

He looks... rough.

His tanned skin takes on a slight green hue due to blood loss, and he twitches every few seconds.

"Isn't there something we can do for him?" You frown.

"We can get him and Hyrule on Epona when Twilight gets her back," Four offers, "and look for a town."

"How are we going to keep them on her if they aren't awake?" You ask.

"Someone has to ride with them," Warriors grunts as he helps lower Time to sit down.

"We'll figure it out," Sky says as he steps over.

You can only hope they're right.

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The sun is setting as you find the start of a well worn path near a pond in the grassy field. Everyone walks slowly, many limp.

Epona carries Wind, Hyrule, and Legend. The vet only has a few bruises and shallow cuts, but Legend is awake and is there to help keep the other two on.

The vet sits at the back of the three, arms around Hyrule and Wind with the reigns in Twilight's hand as the rancher leads the horse along.

You are giving Epona so many snacks later. She's amazing.

You walk with a limp that spans both legs, but you can walk better than some of the others. You keep a hand on Spooky as you walk, though, leaning so your cat can take some of your weight.

Spooky dosen’t mind helping you though, they came over and started it themselves.

Warriors has a limp but is supporting most of Time's weight. The eldest if the group has a tourniquet on his thigh and a brace at his left shin.

Sky has Wild's weight. The champion took too many electric arrows, and his muscles are still weak from it for now.

Four walks beside you, limping as well but still holding himself up... though ypu swear you see his shadow snake up one of his ankles every so often...

Morale is very low, but you can't blame them.

"When we get there, rooms have to change up from the usual situation," Time grits out. "I want Wind and Hyrule to share with Warriors."

"You're sharing with Twilight then," Warriors informs evenly.

"I don't need -"

"I'll take care'a 'im," Twilight says.

"I can share with (Y/n) if someone has to," Legend offers, too tired to keep a front.

"Let's -" you swallow thickly, "Let's see what the situation is before we set a plan."

"Good idea," Four says as he tosses you a weak smile.

The smith's eyes glint almost like a Kaleidescape in the setting sun.

A cool breeze billows across the land, and you fight back the shiver.

The air is already chilly, with the cold that blood loss provides. You can only hope to get warm as soon as possible.

Your heart pounds in your ears as every step sends pain through your body.

Your head throbs.

Spooky purrs near constantly for you.

The lower the sun gets the worse your chances of reaching a town before having to make camp look.

"How long before we call it and make camp?" Legend asks as he catches Hyrule before the other falls of for the fifth time in twenty minutes.

Time grunts, "We call it now."

"Really?" Sky asks.

"We call it now," he says again.

There's movement then to start setting up camp with so many out of commission.

Wind and Hyrule are put into bed rolls by Twilight.

You help Wild start a fire with material from his slate and make a stone circle to help prevent problems.

Time sits against Warriors.

Four and Sky help establish a perimeter.

Hopefully, tomorrow, you'll find a town.

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Next - wip

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[bfwooin]

this shit feels like teenage fever.

content. MDNI. car sex, fingering, overstim, riding, unprotected sex, creampie, hair pulling.

a/n. wooin is so sexy in s3, the art style in that season is just unmatched. anyways i just realised all i ever write is wooin... oops

you exited your home, walking towards the familiar ford mustang, that screamed obnoxiously, parked by the side of the path.

you didn't know why wooin called you out at such a random timing — five in the evening — but here you were, opening the car door and making yourself comfortable in the passenger seat.

you glanced at him, his expression irritated as he threw the bitten plastic stick of his lollipop onto the side of the road before driving off.

“you angry today?” and he shot a mean glare at you before he answered your question, “some bastards pissed me off, i handled them but i’m still angry about it.” his hand on your thigh was rougher than usual, and even more desperate, “they ruined my mood, y’know?”

that was when you noticed where wooin was driving to. he drove towards the nearest multi-storey carpark he could find, parking in a secluded corner with a few cars around. he stopped the car and tugged your arm, as if asking you to come over to his side. you climbed over and sat in between his legs, your back against his chest.

he leaned down and sucked on your nape, a gasp escaping from your mouth as his tongue lapped over your sensitive skin. you instinctively tilted your head, giving him more access to your neck as he placed hickeys all over it.

he removed your blazer in the process, and his right hand sneaked up your skirt to rub your clit through your soaked panties, the left groping your breast and massaging it as he continued the assault on your neck. your hips grinded on his fingers, but it wasn’t enough for you.

and he knew that, so he slipped his fingers past your panties and rubbed your folds, earning a wanton moan from you. his occupied hand on your upper body skillfully unbuttoned your shirt, exposing your black lace bra. clearly amused, he teased you,

“lace, huh? you’re so fucking sexy.” at this point, he had your panties down on one leg, your cunt exposed to the cool air within the car. you felt his fingertips rub against your folds, teasing the flesh as you fought the urge to keep your legs closed.

his middle prodded against your hole, circling your cunt tightly before inserting his finger wholly. your head fell back onto his shoulder, your eyes rolling merely from his middle finger in your pussy. the sensation was delicious, and you craved more.

your desperation seemed to catch his attention, from the way you grinded against his palm to meet his ministrations. without warning, you felt his ring finger enter you. biting your lip from the stuffy feeling, you stopped moving from the overwhelming thickness in your gummy walls.

“can’t handle my fingers? you’re too cute.” he bit the shell of your ear before running his tongue against it, claiming every inch of you while his fingers rubbed your sweet spot instead of thrusting. you arched your back against him, your hips squirming to chase your orgasm.

but even after he felt your tight convulses against his fingers, he didn’t stop. he continued abusing your overstimulated cunt, his fingers curling deeper and deeper into your warmth. your soft sobs and wails sounded like sugar to him, and he cooed against your ear for feigned comfort.

his hand snaked up your neck, gripping your chin as he directed your head to face the car mirror in the sunvisor. “look at yourself,” he cupped your face, forcing you to stare at your fucked-out expression as he fingered you relentlessly.

glassy-eyed, your tears of pleasure evaporated from the corner of your eyes as your mouth fell open, whimpering and whining from his fingers. “i can’t take it- haah-” you looked down at yourself, watching his fingers pump in and out of your slick cunt effortlessly.

your tits bounced in your bra at every shake his hand gave, and you immediately closed your legs upon feeling your second orgasm hit you. you were too sensitive at this point, as if every nerve in your system was exposed beneath your skin. every touch he made – even the littlest of ones – had your body jolting like a live wire.

and fuck, he loved getting electrocuted with your lust.

he drew out your orgasm, his fingers thrusting slowly before pulling out to reveal the mess you made on him. his fingers glistened with your juices, an obscene sight he made you look at.

it’s impressive how you didn’t feel his throbbing boner against your plush ass the entire time, and the accidental shift you made against him had him instantly pulling his sweats down, along with his boxers. his dick sprung out, his tip sheen with precum as he playfully tapped his length against your back.

“i think it’s time for you to ride something else.” he smirked at his own comment, making you look back at him with an annoyed expression. he had the audacity to make you overstimulated from his fingers, and now he wanted you to ride his dick?

of course you agreed to it.

“just pull out when you come,” you said sternly, but all he did was guide your hips to his dick instead of acknowledging your concern – someone was too eager to do it raw. you lifted your hips above his dick, feeling his tip nestle against your cunt before he immediately bottomed you out by pushing you down.

you moaned dryly, trying your best to accommodate his girth before you moved. “come on, i'm waiting.” he said, twirling your hair from behind while his other hand ran against your back. you shivered from both his fingertips and the sensation of his cock fully inside of you, your palms digging into his thighs.

you picked yourself up and bounced on his dick slowly, feeling his shaft reach spots you couldn’t with your own fingers, or even his. you eventually found your rhythm that drove you to the brink of ecstacy, your hips moving with need as his eyes wandered to your ass.

it was so fluid, and he couldn’t help but smack the flesh. you winced, bending forward as your hands landed on the steering wheel for support. he fucking whistled, admiring your arched back as you rode his dick fervently. he quickly unclipped your bra and reached forward, feeling your peaks as he squeezed them obsessively.

he retreated his arms and grabbed your hair instead, fisting your strands into his palm as he gently pulled your head back. “oh fuckk- so beautiful for me.” you stopped moving as he took charge, moving his hips up to thrust into you like a dog in heat.

but he wasn’t the dog, you were. like one on a leash, he completely owned you, pistoning into your cunt eagerly. his pace was far from gentle, earning loud moans from you that were just so perfect to him. before you knew it, you came on his dick, your cunt pulsating and contracting as you rode out your high.

again, he didn’t stop.

he fucked you harder, chasing his own orgasm as he drowned you in praises. after a string of muttered curses, he came inside of you, coating your walls white with his release. a few more pumps and he pulled out, totally forgetting about what you said earlier about not coming inside.

but who cares, you forgot about it too after being dicked down so well by him.

[delreystars]

──────── ୨ৎ JURASSIC PARK chapter one

──  ˙ ̟  !!    ꣑୧ jj maybank x reader

SERIES MASTERLIST

cw: suggestive language, smut, p in v, uh voyeurism.

The chopper blades sliced through the sky like knives, the roar of your rotation muffled only slightly by the bulky headsets jj and you wore. His hand was wrapped securely around yours, fingers interlocked tight despite the fact that he was grinning like a damn fool. you sat beside him with your aviators perched on the bridge of your nose, red sundress fluttering with every gust of wind from the open side panel. your hair was whipping around your shoulders like it had a mind of its own, and you leaned toward him with a smirk so smug it should’ve been illegal.

“Tell me again how we’re not going to get eaten alive,” you yelled over the hum of the rotors, squinting dramatically. “Because I’m like 40% sure that’s a T Rex footprint down there.”

JJ leaned in close so your headsets bumped and his mouth hovered right next to yours. “We signed waivers, Can’t sue if you’re dead.”

“Oh perfect,” you said sweetly. “I was hoping to be part of a corporate cover up.”

He laughed, one of those real belly laughs that always made you grin wider than you meant to. “Worst case,” he added, brushing a lock of hair from your cheek, “I sacrifice myself and you go home with a really traumatic but super hot survival story. Like you bein' the final girl or whatever? Kinda sexy.”

“Final girl who’s sobbing over your bloodied shoes, thank you very much,” you shot back, then leaned forward, voice dropping just enough to make his brows rise. “Although if we’re being honest, the only thing I’m trying to be ridin' today is you, not a fuckin' helicopter.”

He stared at you. “baby—”

you smiled and then turned back to the window as if you hadn’t just said something filthy with complete casual confidence. JJ adjusted himself, very subtly. Or tried to. “You’re actually trying to kill me before the dinosaurs even get a chance.”

“Survival of the fittest, baby.”

Below you, Isla Verdant rose from the ocean like some beast, emerald cliffs and dense jungle stretching out endlessly beneath a blue sky too bright to be real. The main landing pad came into view, a concrete circle surrounded by sleek white buildings and rows of electrical fencing that shimmered faintly under the midday sun. The park looked like a utopia — sterile and clean but something about it felt off. Too perfect. Like an Instagram model hiding bruises under foundation.

The chopper landed with a jolt, and JJ reached over without thinking, steadying you with a hand on your lower back. you were already sliding your headset off, hair sticking up in ten directions.

“ya ready?” he asked, eyeing you

“…Yes.”

The air on Isla Verdant smelled like salt and humidity and something metallic underneath it all. Like blood waiting to be spilled. JJ didn’t like that thought, so he shoved it away, focusing instead on the way you walked ahead of him in those shorts. you were twirling a lollipop you'd stolen from the lobby bowl and making an absolute performance of sucking on it.

JJ nearly tripped over a bench. “You are gonna kill me.”

you looked over your shoulder with a smile that made his stomach tight. “come again?”

“Nothin’, nothin'"

Dr. Kayla Monroe met them at the inner gates — a soft voiced woman in a lab coat with messy curls and nerves in her eyes. She looked relieved to see them and flustered all at once, her clipboard shaking just slightly as she gave them the standard tour spiel. JJ was only half listening, mostly focused on your hand wrapped around his forearm and the way you whispered snarky commentary in his ear every time Kayla mentioned something impressive.

“They extracted DNA from mosquitoes,” Kayla said proudly. “Preserved in amber over millions of years.”

“Oh wow,” you whispered to JJ. “Next you’re gonna tell me they made dino babies in test tubes.”

“She literally just said that,” he whispered back, biting back a laugh.

After a few hours of walking the park — snapping pictures, petting a baby triceratops (yes, you cried), and watching a stegosaurus eat a watermelon whole — you were finally led to their private lodge. A fully glass walled suite nestled high in the jungle canopy with a panoramic view of the island, open air ceilings, and a king sized bed with silky sheets that looked criminally untouched.

you dropped your bag and turned in a slow circle. “okay, I’ve decided. We’re having sex here.”

JJ looked up from where he was already pulling his shirt off. “I wasn’t aware it was a democracy.”

“It’s not,” you said, walking toward him slowly, undoing the buttons of your sundress one by one. “This is a dictatorship and I want you—” you slid the dress off your shoulders. “—on that bed, like now.”

He obeyed.

jj's hands were everywhere — palms dragging down the soft skin of your thighs, thumbs pressing into the dip of your hips as you straddled him on the massive bed. The silky sheets tangled beneath you, useless against the stuff you were starting in this glass walled jungle cage of a room. you were naked except for a gold necklace around your neck and a smirk you always wore when you had him exactly where you wanted him — dizzy, obsessed, wrecked.

Outside the wide open windows, the jungle sang — birds screeching, leaves whispering with wind, something massive stomping in the distance. But in here?

Only your ragged breaths, only your voice, a low whisper in his ear - “y'like that?.”

JJ’s mouth found your throat, biting just enough to make you gasp, his hands locking tight around your waist as you rolled your hips against him, slow and sinfully deep. “You’re gonna kill me,” he groaned against your skin. “You’re actually gonna—fuck—baby.”

you leaned back just enough for him to see your chest rise and fall with each breath, hair wild and falling over one eye. “Then die like a man, j.”

He flipped you fast — a quick, sharp motion — and you gasped, suddenly beneath him, legs wrapped around his back. He kissed you like he was starved, teeth and tongue, and when he pushed into you again, he watched your face twist once again.

“You feel—fuck—you feel so good,” he rasped.

“You’re gonna make me—oh god—JJ—"

The glass wall at the end of the room shimmered with fog from your breath, the moonlight glinting off the surface like a mirror. He didn’t notice the shadow at first. Neither of you did until you froze mid-moan.

your eyes locked on the dark outline in the window — a shape, a head, a jaw.

“JJ,” you whispered, voice wrecked but suddenly sharp. “Don’t move.”

He blinked, dazed. “You okay?”

your nails dug into his shoulder. “There’s somethin' at the window.”

JJ stilled. Completely. Then slowly — painfully slowly — he turned his head toward the glass. A pair of eyes. Golden. Slit-pupiled. Unblinking.

A massive, reptilian face stared directly into the suite from just outside the glass wall. Fog steamed from its nostrils as it exhaled, huge and silent, head low and still — like a predator watching something it wasn’t sure was prey yet.

JJ didn’t breathe. Neither did you.

The raptor tilted its head and smiled.

“Oh fuck,” JJ whispered, breath catching in his throat. “It’s watching us.”

you both moved at once. He grabbed the sheet, yanked it around you, shoving you down behind the bed frame as he followed, pulling you close, heart slamming in his chest. you were still trembling, wideeyed and bare legged beneath the thin cotton wrap.

“Did we seriously just—did a raptor just watch us fuck?”

JJ ran both hands down his face. “Yup.”

you let out one disbelieving laugh. “That’s gonna live in my brain forever.”

“Same, New fear unlocked. Add it to the list.”

The raptor tapped its claws once against the glass. Sharp. Deliberate.Then it vanished into the trees.

Silence again — except for the pounding of your hearts.

JJ turned to you, breathless and adrenaline soaked. “We’re not making it through this trip.”

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[rafeslvbug]

CHAPTER 15 - maybank blues series

work had been a nightmare, if it wasn’t already one. girls gave you judgy looks over their sunglass rim, shook that the rafe cameron chose you. a pogue. the ultimate pogue, in their eyes. worn sneakers, bikinis under every outfit, sand under her fingernails. jj maybank, the troublesome teen’s, little sister.

and rafe had come by multiple times. never spoke to you, just looked. bloodshot eyes, frown. topper couldn’t give him enough drinks to wear it all away. the heartbreak. the pain. you refused to serve him. maybe that made things all the more worse. you made sofia go out instead, you swerved around his table and tried to ignore the way his eyes bored into your back.

tonight was different. you’d taken the night shift, late dinners and wine. the cool breeze brushing against your hair once it was over, and you began to walk home.

“y/n..” rafe speaks. you’d walked right past him, hadn’t seen him standing off to the side. squeezing your eyes shut, you refused to turn around. “rafe..what do you want?” you sighed.

“i’m not here to do anything..i just thought i’d give you your car back,” he mutters. you turn, slowly, spinning on your heel.

“i figured they got rid of it.” he’s standing a few metres from you, distant. putting space between you both— for you. because you know he wants nothing more than to be close to you again.

“they did..i got you a new one,” he murmurs, raising his hand with new car keys, a cute keychain you had been eyeing last week on it.

“no,” you shake your head. “i don’t want your..whatever this is. charity?”

“it’s not– it’s not!” he argues back, but he doesn’t raise his voice. “i got it before we broke up, so just take it okay? i can’t have it sitting in my driveway anymore.”

“rafe..”

“take the car,” he rasps out, voice breaking with every second. he holds out the keys, and you cautiously step forward, until there’s only a few feet between you. you dangle the keys around your finger, close them into your palm. a constant reminder of rafe.

the car’s light blue, volkswagen symbol on the front. your heart feels heavy, because it’s the car. the one you said you’d have if you could have any that day at the dealership. months ago. and rafe got it for you.

“it’s the one you wanted right?” he asks, cutting through the silence.

“it is..” you bite your lip, trying to stop the slight wobbling. “thank you.”

“it was nothing..”

“no– rafe,” you turn to face him. he steps back, wounded.

“nothing,” he repeats. but it holds more weight. like he’s saying you and him were nothing. like he’s trying to make himself feel better. “i’m gonna go..enjoy the car.”

your mouth opens, but he turns and walks away. leaving you alone with the remnants of your relationship. approaching the car feels dangerous. something ticked off your wishlist, from someone you hurt. someone you don’t deserve things from.

the car feels hollow. wheel cold. it’s brand new, marked by an old relationship. like a fresh beginning that’s already grown rotten. your lip trembles sitting in the drivers seat, and sobs overwhelm you, spilling down your cheeks.

you hate it.

you miss rafe, and you hate it.

the car pulls into the driveway, your tears dried on your cheek. you barely get out the door before, “where’d you get that from?” luke says gruffly, stepping out onto the path in front of the house.

“um..just a friend,” you murmur, stuffing the keys into your bag. you run your fingers through your hair, trying to ease the shakiness– already. luke’s arms are crossed over his chest. disbelieving. “right..” he tuts. “you think i believe that shit?” he spits.

“i don’t know what you mean..” you whisper, incredibly small. he chuckles, low. “course you don’t..” his foot taps impatiently against the ground. “you some sugar baby?”

“what?” you repeat, voice sharp.

“you an’ that fuckin’ attitude! i asked you a question– you heard me.”

“well what kind of question is that?” you retort. he seems to enjoy the way you fight back, argue. it gives him a reason.

“a fuckin’ valid one, people are whisperin’ bout you at the country club, showin’ up here with a new fuckin’ car– who’re you seein’?” he steps closer. a dare.

“no one!”

“see?” he points, shaky finger. drunk, evidently. “i raised a fuckin’ liar!” he lunges forward, towards you, fist raised. you duck out the way, but he’s in a frenzy. swinging again, forcing you back. stumbling until you hit the floor. the side of your hand grazes against the gravel, but you try to clamber backwards until his foot collides with your stomach. “WHO IS IT, HUH?” you scramble to your feet, only to be met with his knuckles against your cheekbone. body slamming against the car. “no one!” you cry, but he hears no reason. relentless until he’s had his fix. you fumble in your bag for the keys, blocking out his rant as he drunkenly swings and misses. “HEY! what are– WHERE’RE YOU GOIN’?” he rages, noticing your hand grappling the car door. he breaks forward to try and stop you, but you’ve already got it open, in the driver’s seat. luke’s hand grasps your leg, trying to haul you back out, but you kick him wildly, again and again, until he recoils his hand and u can slam the door shut.

you drive off, heavy panicked breaths even while he bangs on your new car. you don’t drive to the chateau. you don’t go to jj.

no, you go to the station.

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[fellominaarcher]

I just saw your zuha headcannons and since you wrote her as more of a dom I was wondering what would sub!zuha be like?🤔

author's note: hii anon, thank you for your request and sorry for the delay 😔🖐🏻

Kazuha x fem!reader — NSFW headcannons

1. Quiet moans & desperate whimpers 😩

Kazuha tries to hold it in, tries to stay composed but the moment you touch her the right way? She lets out these breathy, whiny gasps!! She grips the sheets, thighs shaking, voice trembling like,

“Please… I can’t... it’s too much…”

You say her name once, and she melts.

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2. Pillow Princess? Absolutely not 🙅🏻‍♀️

She may be shy in bed but Kazuha is so eager to please. She’ll drop to her knees in front of you, eyes full of need, thighs rubbing together as she asks, “Can I taste you? Please? I wanna make you feel good…” 🥺

And she does. Sloppy tongue, drool dripping from her chin, hands clinging to your thighs as she moans into your pussy.

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3. Sensitive. So. Sensitive.

She’s the type to squirm under your fingers like her whole body reacts to every touch 🫠🫠

Tease her clit just a little and she’s already twitching. You whisper in her ear, and her nipples harden. She’s soaked before you even undress her. Literally dripping onto your hand.

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4. “Please let me cum” energy 🫠

You edge her and she breaks. Tears in her eyes, lip trembling, breath catching between sobs as she begs:

“Please, please, I’ll be good, I promise... can I cum now?”

You shake your head, and she whimpers, thighs clenching, so close she could explode.

She’ll do anything for permission.

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5. Clit play makes her cry

A little vibe on her clit? She’s gone‼️

You whisper “Be good and take it” while using a toy on her, and she cries while hands tied, thighs twitching, face red, legs trembling. Overstim her and she screams, writhing like her soul’s being taken.

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6. Mark her. Everywhere.

Kazuha loves being marked up. Bites on her inner thighs. Hickeys trailing down her chest. Scratch marks on her back. She doesn’t say it, but she wants to wear your love like bruises and blossoms to proof that she’s yours.

If you bite her shoulder during sex? She cums harder than ever.

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7. Overstimulation kink‼️

She’s the kind of sub who cums once and thinks she’s done until you flip her over, pin her wrists, and keep going.

Her eyes roll back, voice breaking:

“Ahh, fuckk...”

But her hips keep bucking, and she soaks the sheets by the third orgasm.

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8. Praise + degradation combo ruins her

“You’re such a good girl for me… taking it so well, letting me ruin this perfect little body.”

Kazuha lives for praise but call her your “sweet little cumslut” while stroking her slowly, and she’ll cum instantly.

She blushes at every dirty word but soaks her thighs when you say them.

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9. She loves being tied up 🫦🫦

Silk ropes, handcuffs, your belt COS DAMN she’s into it. Laying there, arms above her head, legs spread wide, trembling as you kneel between them.

She’ll bite her lip and try to hold it together, but you lean in and whisper “Helpless little thing, aren’t you?” and she breaks.

Loves when you make her completely yours.

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10. She cries when she cums 🤞🏻

Not because she’s in pain. But because it feels that good. 😩

She gets overwhelmed, oh, chest heaving, tears slipping out, mouth open in shock as the orgasm hits her so hard she forgets her own name.

And you’re there, stroking her cheek, saying “That’s it, baby… give it all to me.”

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[onlykiwi]

OK SERVEEEE???

[bbutterflies]

he’s just so PRETTY what did they PUT IN HIM

[stormbreaker-290]

Goormornuig to everyone EXCEPT for @bumble-the-sun-bee what tge fuck man☹️☹️☹️/silly

[mr-aftons-rotting-pussy]

ms bonnie....... ms.... bonnie ...... *crawls on floor* im a good little bunny i promise im a good little bunny ill be good ill be good okay ill be good i promisssseeee i promise i promise *kisses her paw* please forgive me miss .... pleaseee pleaseeee pleaseeeee pleaseeee ill do better i willl i willll haha ill be good im a good little bunny who listens and does what im told ill be good ill be good ill be good

[sparks-chaotic-cove]

HEY! YOU! are you sobbing over recent mer lore (specifically on Gyn's side- our poor boy. If you don't know what I'm talking about- please please go watch the vod from yesterday [8/15]!)

I couldn't be there, but while I'm sad, I'm honored to have a bit of my work within the canon of Leviathan lore!

Here's the lullaby, for anyone having trouble locating it!

[elizakai]

i-

the urge was way too urge.

WAAAA THIS IS SO CUTE PLEASE-

HELP😭💗💗💫

[mushtoons]

ok seeing anon talk that bullshit about yall made me decide to talk to you guys and lemme say this.

ANON IS A COWARD WHO HAS NOTHING TO DO IN ITS LIFE, IF ITS TARGETTING YALL AND IT WONT EVEN SHOW ITSELF THAT MEANS ITS SCARED

MYCEL IM SORRY I DONT INTERACT WITH YALL POSTS AS MUCH BUT I LITERALLY START DOING FLAPPY HANDS WHEN I SEE YOU. ANON IS STUPID FOR NOT REALIZING THAT YALL ARE A HEART THAT IF IT WERE TO BE TAKEN OUT I WOULD DIE

sorry if the post has a lil bit of (maybe but its still deserved) hate to anon i have been just a lil bit mad this week.

anyways continue being annoying and make me so annoyed that I say to yall that you all are annoying (in a haha funny way) (not the bad type of way) (sorry if it seems like that) (also i might be more active on yall blog) (you wont escape me)

FIRST OFF FUCKIN SOBBING UR SO SWEET AND DHDJDJDJDJD AHHHHH

SECONDLY DONT APOLOGIZE NO ONE OWES US INTERACTS!!! AS LONG AS PEOPLE ARE ABLE TO LOOK AT OUR STUFF AND GET A SMILE THATS REALLY ALL WE AIM FOR (well a chuckle would also be nice but djdjdjd /hj lh)