#AND I AM GOING TO CRY MY FUCKING EYES OUT

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[9:43 pm]

(cw: f!reader, Mark is drunk)

"Fuck yeah! Keg stand champion!" You hear someone yell as you make your way into the crowded living room of the NXT frat house.

You hadn't planned on being here tonight. You had some assignments you wanted to get a jump on, you hadn't been in the best mood all day, and you didn't feel like spending your night around a bunch of drunken, bumbling idiots.

So how did you end up here? Your drunk, bumbling boyfriend fratboy!Mark. Well, not him directly. He'd been a little whiny when you told him you weren't going to come to the party tonight, but he understood your reasoning and didn't push. You'd actually gotten a call from Johnny about 20 minutes ago asking you to come help with Mark.

Mark was a lightweight, like a featherweight even. If he even smelled alcohol, he got tipsy. For the most part, during parties, you put yourself in charge of making sure Mark didn't get too drunk. When he got too drunk he got messy. Without you being there, there was no one to be in charge. You should have guessed you'd be getting this call at some point in the night, but not less than an hour after the party began.

You elbow past some drunk party goers and make your way upstairs toward one of the bathrooms that's always off limits during parties. You knock, hearing a muffled, "occupied! Use a bathroom downstairs!"

"Johnny," you reply, "it's me."

You hear a retch and cringe, listening as Johnny pulls the door open. He let's out a sigh of relief, "I'm sorry, he just wouldn't stop crying because he missed you. I don't know how you deal with this. He's fine with you, right?"

"Of course he is. Thanks for calling, enjoy your party," you nod with a smile.

Johnny leaves you and Mark alone in the bathroom and you take to helping Mark out. You rub his back and give him the water bottle Johnny had left on the counter for him. Mark is groaning the whole time, eyes shut as he curls in on himself. After about 15 minutes you know that he's done.

He's slumped against the toilet bowl when you pat his cheek, "come on, babe. Let's get you back to bed."

He doesn't even open his eyes as he whines, "not goin' to my room wi' you."

"We need to get you to bed, babe, come on," you prod.

His eyes snap open as he lifts his head, "Stop callin' me babe. Look, I have a girlfriend alright. She won't be happy if I bring another girl to my room."

"Mark, I am your girlfriend," you explain.

"No, you're not," Mark shakes his head like a child, "my girlfriend didn't wanna come out tonight, and she said— she said she's not comin' tonight." He's looking up at you with tears in his eyes, "I really miss 'er."

You crouch down beside him, cupping his cheek as you coo, "baby, I'm here. It's me."

"No, you're not you!" He squints at you, rubbing his eyes and grumbling about needing his glasses, "if you're my girlfriend, tell me something only my girlfriend would know."

You stare at Mark blankly, as his girlfriend since senior year of high school, there's a lot of things only you would know. You shrug and answer anyway, "when we lost our virginities to each other you cried."

"My mom knows that too, pick something else!"

"Mark, why would you tell your mom about that?" You ask incredulously.

"She loves me!" He cries, "just like my girlfriend! I miss my girlfriend!"

"Oh my— Mark Lee. It's me, I'm your girlfriend. You text me every time you need to wash your sheets because you forget how much detergent you need, you like it when I kiss below your ear, you keep snacks under your bed for midnight snacks, and you have a crush on the librarian on the third floor for some reason," you list off.

"Oh, my snuggle muffin! It is you! I missed you!" Mark exclaims as he throws himself into your lap, embracing you tightly.

You laugh, brushing your fingers through his damp hair, "I told you. Can we get you to bed now?"

"You're staying right?"

"Yes, Mark."

[archangeldyke-all]

Hi Angel!! I first wanted to say that I love all your Sevika stories, they never fail to make my days better!

So, I've recently been thinking about little fucker and the twins a lot ((bc I found out I'm gonna be an aunt for twins :DD and it made me wonder how did Sev and Reader react to the news, like.. "what. WERE HAVING TWINS??? HOW." something like this lmao.

Not sure if you've already written something like this, but I've practically read all of your masterlists lmao. If you did feel free to skip cuz I have really bad short term memory ;))

oh my god that's so exciting!!! congrats auntie!!! i think i wrote a few little sentences about this in one of the first twins posts, but lets make it a full fledged story heheeh <3

(also as always with these stories, don't think too much about how the pregnancy happened. reader is trans, or has a magical strap, or it's just yuri magic. you choose hehe)

men and minors dni

for the first few days after sevika's pregnancy test coming back positive, you're both living in denial.

"how am i pregnant? i thought this was menopause! i thought i was done with all this shit!" sevika whines.

you giggle a little hysterically, then pull her into your arms. "i have no fuckin' idea." you say, blinking in shock. "holy shit. i actually knocked you up."

sevika giggles just as crazily in your hold. "congrats."

"i've been trying to get revenge on you for little fucker since you first knocked me up with her!" you laugh. sevika snorts and smacks your shoulder.

"don't say revenge. oh fuck, this is gonna miserable, isn't it?" sevika whines. you kiss her sweetly.

"it's the most amazing thing that's ever happened!"

"you're such a shit. you're just happy it isn't you this time around."

"damn right i am!" you laugh. sevika smiles at you, and then her face falls. you coo and wrap her up in another hug. "it's gonna be alright sevi-bear. i'm gonna be with you every step of the way."

"no, it's not that." sevika whimpers as she nuzzles against your shoulder. "i'm just-- i'm so happy. we're gonna have another one, baby, holy shit."

you grin and pull sevika in for a kiss.

her reaction isn't quite as happy when you get to your doctor's office, though.

"o-oh!" the ultrasound tech gasps.

"good 'oh?'" sevika worries, sitting up a bit from her spot on the paper covered exam table.

"you're having twins, mommies! congratulations!" the tech gasps, grinning up at you and sevika.

you blink.

the tech giggles with glee and turns back to her monitor, clearly handling the news better than you are. you blink again, then look down at sevika.

she's glaring at you like she's going to murder you.

it's only now that the tech's words hit you. and for some reason, you burst into laughter.

"t-twins?!" you cackle. "like, two of 'em?! how-- how the hell did we do that!?" you ask.

the tech blinks up at you in surprise, opens her mouth to speak, but you don't hear her answer. you're too busy grinning down at your wife.

"i'm gonna kill you." sevika finally whispers. you burst into another round of laughs.

"alright. just wait 'til after the pregnancy, think you might want me around these next few months, mama." you tease.

sevika's glare is deadly, but you can't find it in you to stop laughing. holy shit. two more little babies running around your house. if they're anything like their sister, they'll look exactly like sevika. tears well up in your eyes as you gaze lovingly down at your angry wife, imagining two pairs of grumpy baby eyes glaring up at you while you try to change their diapers.

"are you crying?!" sevika squawks. "why the hell are you crying, i should be the one crying!"

"you can cry too, baby!" you giggle, a surge of love taking over your body. before you know what's happening, you're smacking the tech's hand away from your wife's belly and straddling her waist, peppering her face with an endless barrage of kisses. "oh, holy shit, baby, we're gettin' two more of 'em!"

sevika's glare lessens a bit, a small smile ticking up at the corner of her mouth. you can see her softening to the idea; two more babies for you to love; but before a full smile can take over her face she forces herself back into a frown. "we can barely afford the kid we've got." she huffs.

you snort. "that's the beauty of hand-me-downs, sev. plus, silco gave you a big raise when we had the little fucker, what makes you think he'll hold back now that it's your turn?"

"we live in a two bedroom home!"

"we can move!"

"while i'm pregnant with twins?!"

"i'll start looking for a new place the second we get home."

sevika finally smiles, rolling her eyes and giggles a bit. "i can't believe you." she whispers. you grin.

"you're the love of my fucking life. i can't believe you."

the door clicks shut, and you both look up from your embrace to find that the tech has snuck out to give you some privacy.

and, finally, sevika bursts into laughter along with you.

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[theliliesofthevalleies]

Bruce is Tim’s Godfather AU (with a little bit of Tim never becomes Robin thrown in for drama.)

Ages and time in this AU don’t line up with like anything that is canon. You know why? Because ages in canon don’t matter and time is an illusion. May whatever gods you follow bless you when you read this absolutely convoluted mess of an AU that I thought of at like 3 am.

For reference Dick is 7ish years older than Tim and Jason will end up being 3ish years older than Tim in this AU eventually when I get to him. If I don’t lose interest and abandon it like I do with so many of my AU’s.

Also. Bruce’s age is irrelevant because.. well.. fuck that I’m not touching it with a ten foot pole.

I’m also not really going to include the girls in any of this not because I don’t love them but because it’s going to center around mostly the three older boys and adding the girls just gives me too many people to keep track of.

Anyway. On to the AU

Being the only child of the richest family in Gotham Bruce grew up meeting and making connections with the other children of wealthy and influential families. He at the very least knew of every child of every millionaire and billionaire on the east coast. Naturally that meant that he grew up with Jack Drake. They were fairly close being that their estates were Nextdoor to each other, not as close as some other children of the rich and powerful but close enough that when Jack married Janet and they started their family they named Bruce as their son’s godfather.

Bruce was elated by being named someone’s godfather, despite his absolute lack of knowledge about babies or children in general. He was just happy that someone thought of him. Of course since Jack and Janet named him godfather he made time to get to know the kid and he grew attached and protective over the child. Obviously he was already Batman so Tim became the first light in Batman’s life. He vowed to keep his moral compass to be a good example for Tim.

When Tim was five him and his parents went to the circus. Tim’s parents argued about whether or not Tim was old enough to not be scared of the circus despite the fact that he had begged to go on multiple occasions and had even convinced his Godfather to take him multiple times and not tell his parents. He was invested in watching Dick Grayson, his idol, on the trapeze while they were arguing and amidst their bickering Tim was the one out of the three of them that witnessed two out of the three Flying Grayson’s deaths.

In all the chaos of everyone getting the hell out of there Tim saw the bodies, a crying Dick Grayson, and Batman kneeling to comfort him. When they got home Tim looked at a picture he had gotten with Dick and his parents that night. Being a sweet five year old he asked his nanny to print off another copy and he went to Bruce to ask if he’d help him find a way to get the copy of the picture to Dick.

A few weeks later Tim was visiting Wayne manor while his parents worked and his many had the day off when Alfred returned home from an urgent errand. He ran to greet him and when he got to the door there was Dick Grayson. He almost screamed, well actually he was five, the kid squealed in delight. Bruce explained that Dick was going to be staying with him for a while. Then he took Tim to calmly give the copy of the photo to Dick.

Dick looked at the picture and broke down into tears. He collapsed on the floor of the foyer and bawled his eyes out. As he cried he felt a tiny hand on his cheek and heard a tiny voice. “I’m sowwy. I didn’t mean to make you cwy..”

From that moment forward Dick was Tim’s big brother and no one would ever convince either of them that it was false.

By the time Tim was six Bruce’s relationship with Jack and Janet had started to deteriorate due to them leaving Tim home alone with his nanny for prolonged periods of time. He viewed it as neglectful, it was only solidified by the few interactions with their child Bruce had witnessed when they were home. All they ever wanted to know was how school and tutoring was going and then left Tim to do his own thing and basically ignored that he existed, sending him to his nanny whenever he needed anything.

Bruce made sure that Tim’s nanny knew she could bring Tim to Wayne manor whenever she needed a break. She knew that Tim loved it there so she did take Bruce up on his offer. She didn’t want the poor child growing up with no one else around other than when he was in school so they basically lived at Wayne manor whenever Jack and Janet were gone for months at a time. Tim would get to see his godfather all the time and his big brother whenever he wanted. She noted that he acted completely different at Wayne manor than he did at Drake manor.

Tim was there when Dick was officially adopted and celebrated with them happily. He felt like part of a real family. The only time his illusions were shattered was when his parents would come home. Bruce noticed the shift in Tim, he was outgoing and excited while he was at Wayne manor but when he found out they had to go back to Drake manor he would withdraw and isolate himself from everyone but his nanny. He would stop talking to the point that at one point Bruce feared his once bright and happy godson had gone mute.

Eventually Alfred, Bruce, Dick, Tim’s Nanny and Tim started learning sign language for the times Tim would learn he had to go home. Bruce never felt he could confront Jack and Janet about their neglect because he was worried they would take Tim away from him and their treatment of Tim would worsen until there was irreversible damage done to the small boy. Bruce just did his best to remind Tim as often as possible that no matter what happened Tim had people who loved and cared about him.

Bruce was the one that realized Tim liked taking pictures. He was always asking if he could take pictures of everything, everywhere, all the time no matter where they were or what they were doing. So for Tim’s seventh birthday Bruce gifted him a very nice camera that Tim promptly started taking everywhere with him. They would print off his pictures and hang them up everywhere even if they weren’t good. Dick said it was to be able to have originals when Tim inevitably became a famous photographer/artist.

Tim would attend galas with Bruce and Dick despite his parents not being around and would stick near Dick. Dick would introduce Tim to people as his baby brother and even though pretty much all the adults knew that, one Tim was in fact not a Wayne and not Bruce’s child, and two Dick was definitely not his older brother, no one wanted to be the adult that pointed out that Tim was actually a Drake and that at some point he would have to go back to permanently living in Drake manor.

Even though Dick was older Tim would always defend Dick to the other high society children who were all just parroting with their parents were saying about Dick since he was adopted and being raised by a single father. It got so bad once when Tim was seven and Dick was fourteen that Tim punched an older kid in the face shouting at him to be nice to his big brother before being promptly scooped up by Dick and taken to Bruce. They went back home after Bruce apologized to the kids parents with the subtle undertone of a threat that if he found out their kid was repeating anything an adult may have said around him about his son again there would be hell to pay, all with his signature Brucie Wayne smile that left little room for argument.

Of course Tim being as attached to Dick as he was, and idolizing Dick for his gymnastics skills it meant that Dick had to do a lot to avoid being found out when he became Robin. It obviously didn’t work because one day just before Tim’s eighth birthday, he was watching a video of Batman and Robin and noticed something familiar. He went to Dick and asked him about a specific gymnastics trick that required a high level of precision that most gymnasts trained their whole lives to achieve. The Flying Grayson’s quad somersault that Tim knew for a fact that before Dick’s parents deaths only three people knew.

Tim didn’t let Dick know why he was asking as he watched Dick perform the trick in the gym inside Wayne manor. He asked how many other gymnasts in the world did Dick think could do that trick. Dick answered honestly that it was a highly difficult trick that if they hadn’t been trained to do it from an early age they would probably never achieve it.

Tim just left it at that, smiling at Dick with a knowing smile. Dick didn’t even notice.

No one noticed when Tim stopped going to bed after dinner. He would instead let his nanny put him to bed and after an hour he would sneak out. He would grab his camera and run around the streets of Gotham unsupervised at night and snap photos of Batman and Robin, who at that point he knew were Bruce and fifteen, year old Dick Grayson, his idol, his only friend, his big brother.

Tim was around and watched as Bruce and Dick’s relationship began to strain. They would try to hide it from Tim, whose parents seemed to be around less and less as he got older but put more and more pressure on him to be the best and achieve only perfection.

Tim saw it anyway. He saw it in the way Batman would scold Robin and the next day Dick wouldn’t talk to Bruce all day, or in the way Dick would ignore Bruce benching him and go off on patrol anyway on his own. Tim continued to go out and follow them around and by that point he had gotten even better at photography and had many SD cards packed full of photos of Batman and Robin.

Fast forward two years. Tim’s parents were missing. A plane crash. They couldn’t be located, and while technically legally Tim should’ve been placed with Bruce as he was his designated guardian if something happened to his parents Gotham CPS was never known for doing things the way they were supposed to. For six months while they were searching for Tim’s parents he was bounced around from foster home to foster home while Bruce fought to bring him back home with him and Dick in the wake of his parent’s accident.

Eventually they found all the proper paperwork proving Bruce should’ve had Tim in the first place in the event that something happened to his parents and he was allowed to bring ten year old Tim back to Wayne manor.

Seeing as how Tim had already been looking at Bruce as if he were his parental figure it came as no surprise that upon learning about his parents death ten months after they had gone missing he turned to Bruce for fatherly love. And since it was the only fatherly love he could clearly remember the familiarity made him feel safe.

Fast forward about another year and two months to Dick leaving behind the Robin mantle, becoming Nightwing, and moving to Blüdhaven. Tim was devastated. His idol, his best friend, his big brother was leaving him behind. Tim was still too young to really understand the strain on Bruce and Dick’s relationship stemming from Bruce’s strictness with Dick when it came to him being Robin.

Completely unaware of Tim’s knowledge of their identities Dick sat with Bruce to have, what he hoped would be a civil conversation, about the future of Robin. He explained that he knew Tim was the first light in Batman’s life and that would never change. He told him he would have preferred to be Robin longer to give Tim time to train since he knew Bruce would eventually want Tim to be Robin.

“I would have liked to stay longer and give you time to tell him and let him train and become Robin.. i would prefer it if he were Robin and not someone else or you not having a Robin at all.. but I cant do it anymore B. If we keep going at this rate I’ll end up hating you and you’ll end up resenting me.. plus he’s too young now.. you can’t ask him to be Robin yet.”

Eleven year old Tim, who had known the two were meeting that night, crashed the meeting by throwing himself into a window and rolling into the room they were in of the run down apartment building they decided to have their meeting in.

“I know you’re my dad and brother!”

Tim brushed the glass and dust off of himself as the two older men turned and stared at him. He had looked back up at them and sighed.

“And I don’t want to be Robin.. especially not if it means you leave..”

The nineteen year old Dick kneeled on the floor and hugged Tim close to himself and told him he would always come back when his baby brother needed him no matter what but that he couldn’t keep going the way he was going.

Tim had known Dick would say that so instead of arguing he opened the SD card slot on his camera removed the extra SD card that was full of just pictures of Bruce and Dick out on patrol together that went back for three years starting the night he figured it all out. After a heartfelt goodbye Bruce took Tim home questioning him the whole way there.

Once they had gotten home Tim pulled out photo albums, a box of SD cards that were all full, and opened his laptop he had for school and showed Bruce everything he had on them and their identities. But most importantly all the photos he had taken of the two of them on patrol, taking breaks on rooftops.

“You’re not allowed to let this ruin your relationship with Dick.. I’m not choosing between you two. But I won’t let either of you say anything bad about the other either..”

Bruce looked at everything and agreed.

A few months later Bruce went back to the Batmobile to find a kid not much older than Tim stealing the wheels off of it. He was promptly hit in the stomach with a tire iron and the kid ran off.

And that’s where I’m going to leave off for this post. Hopefully I don’t for get this exists because I honestly do have most of the info for the AU already in my head it’s just a matter of writing it all down. ❤️💙🖤

As for the Tim never becomes Robin thrown in for spice don’t worry my loves Tim becomes a Vigilante. Just not Robin in fact the only other person in this AU that will ever become Robin after we get through Jay’s year and a half of Robin is Dami and only because his Akhi tells him cool stories about being Robin.

P.S. the fact that y’all like my stuff despite the fact that I am being mean and writing really sad stuff is making me feel great because I’m trying to get past my fanfic author curse of I have tried to die three times since I started writing fanfic in the last four months so.. thank you. Because I haven’t posted anything up until now because I said “fuck it if I’m going to wind up in the hospital anyway might as well actually post what I write” so thank you. ❤️❤️❤️

[savage-sinister]

If you're a person who thinks "we should keep triggering material out of fiction" instead of "people have a responsibility to avoid triggering material and manage themselves when they're triggered" I urge you to read this description of what happened to me last night.

Triggers I encountered one after another last night:

La Pucelle:

Catholic-adjacent religion and religious instruction

Being put down and insulted by authority figures

Abuse of authority portrayed as righteous

Physical abuse as a means of control by a religious figure (played for laughs)

Censorship as a means of control by a religious figure (played for laughs)

Rhapsody 2:

Lesbian character pining for her best friend who is looking for a hetero relationship to fulfill the expected lifescript

Physical child abuse portrayed as loving, righteous and necessary

Emotional child abuse uncommented on

Emphasis on filial piety and fulfilling the path your parents have for you

Parental emphasis on a female child's role as a mother and creator of heirs

Gender issues resulting from attempting to fulfil filial piety when female

Weddings and babies as happy endings

Characters with gender issues getting married and having babies

I didn't realize how massively triggered I was until after I had already:

been shifting positions on the couch repeatedly trying to get comfortable

got angry for "no reason" and yelled at my cat

spoke more roughly than I intended to to my partner

cried off and on for two hours

asked to go to bed early

cried some more

And only then when I was laying down in bed did I have the presence of mind to reflect and go, 'oh wait, all of that was really triggering. Like, so triggering I have a lot of it written down in my pinned post so that people don't bring the topics up to me'. Only then did it click why I had gotten mad and why I had started crying. 

And like, you might ask 'well how did you not know that you were triggered', but that's just a thing that happens with CPTSD. It sneaks up on you. None of those things I listed in what triggered me sounds all that bad! Like, when it happens you go 'oh yeah that sucks' maybe, if you even register it, but there it is preying at the back of your mind like a vampire.

My eyes are actually stinging as I write this to get it off my chest.

Rhapsody 2 and La Pucelle are a couple of classic, pixel graphic RPGs from NIS with a fantasy setting and a heavily fairytale inspired style. Rhapsody 2 is a musical, and La Pucelle has themes of Joan of Arc.

When I sat down to play these games (happily! willinging!) I was prepared for two triggers. I was all prepared and armed up for 'religion and religious education' and 'Weddings and babies as happy endings'. Everything else took me by surprise, caught of off guard, and slid a knife into my ribs.

They punched all my buttons in rapid fire combo without me noticing and then "fist of the north star"ed me. By the time I'd noticed I was already fucked up over it.

"Why am i upset?" Oh, just because there was a ton of triggering content in the happy fairytale baby game for children

In La Pucelle:

Prier is a child being raised as a demon hunter for the church. She is repeatedly put down for her 'unrealistic' dreams and goals, and when she does something that her superior doesn't like, she's hit and gaslit about it. (Told that she was punished by the goddess.) This is played for laughs. 

Every time Prier gets upset and says something that her superior doesn't like, her superior tells her she's never allowed to use the word she used again. (this is played for laughs.)

In Rhapsody 2:

Princess Kururu is going on a journey to 'find her prince to marry', accompanied by two knights, and by her childhood best friend Crea who loves her and never wants to be separated from her. Crea gets swallowed by a fish by accident but she's confident that Kururu will save her and refers to Kururu as her own prince while Kururu is absent.

After Crea is rescued, the lady knight who accompanied Kururu (named Sonia) smacks Kururu hard across the face because she "needed to be taught a lesson" and "everyone is too soft with her". This is a repeat of a moment from Rhapsody 1 where another character's father smacks her across the face and the narrative treats this as something that she needed and was done because he loves her and she's a spoiled brat.

Directly after Sonia hits Kururu we then learn Sonia's backstory. Sonia is the only child of a famous knight who desperately wants a son to carry on his legacy, but his wife is too weak to have another child. Sonia is put down for her aspiration to become a knight and her father's heir herself, and told that she should be getting married and having a child to fulfill her duty to him. Sonia expresses that she has no interest at all in men. Spoilers! Sonia's happy ending is that she gets married to the other knight and has a baby!

And those things, one after another, were, I guess, enough to reduce us to a crying, yelling mess without even realizing what was happening. Which is stupid! None of this shit should be enough to do that to someone, but it is.

So please, if you're a person who thinks "We should keep all triggering material out of fiction" remember that you don't know what triggers people, and if we censored everything triggering from fiction you're gonna have to remember to never write anything that triggers me, too.

Triggers aren't just sexual assault and violence. Triggers are babies, weddings, churches, and gender issues.

[aothotties]

Proud of You- S. Gojo

an: qick lil something about Satoru being proud of his gf for getting into nursing school (can you tell i just got into nursing school lmfao)

application after application, essay after essay, you'd applied to all the local nursing schools and even some out of state schools hoping someone would say yes. You spent weeks constantly checking your email looking for answers. You'd jump at any notification hoping it was one of the schools. the waiting period made you so anxious you couldn't focus on anything else and you were nervous you wouldn't get in.

your boyfriend, Satoru, was more than supportive and reassured you that you're the smartest girl he knows, and he was confident you'd get in.

After what felt like years of waiting, you were in your room playing your switch to get your mind off of it. then your heard a buzz on your phone. you quickly paused the game and jumped over to where it was sitting on your bed

and there it was, an email congratulating you on your acceptance into nursing school. you couldn't believe your eyes as they welled up with tears. you screamed and ran to Satoru who looked shoked by your outburst. you showed him the email and he scooped you up in his arms and spun you around

"oh my gosh, baby, you did it! congratulations!"

he kissed you all over your face and continued to tell you how proud he was of you

"i knew you'd get in! you're so smart baby they're lucky to have you, my future nurse"

"I can't believe i actually got in, I'm so happy right now i can't stop crying"

you cried into his shoulder, and he rubbed your back until you calmed down

"Well, now we have to celebrate. wine?"

"Yes please"

he opened your favorite wine and poured you a glass. you were still so excited you drank the whole glass, and he quickly poured you another, and another.

you were starting to feel tipsy mixed with the high of your acceptance and were giggly and touchy all over Satoru.

"i can't tell you enough how proud i am of you, you're going to make an amazing nurse one day"

you felt yourself starting to cry again

"No don't cry! be happy! you did it!

he then pulled you into a passionate kiss. his tongue mixed with yours and you moaned into his mouth

"Matter fact. let me show you how proud i am"

Satoru lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom. he laid you down on the mattress and started kissing you slowly. his kissed trailed down to your neck where he started to suck on your sweet spot. you moaned end your eyes fluttered closed. he made his way down your body until he was positioned in between your legs. he pulled your shorts and panties down and licked his lips at the sight.

so beautiful"

he placed a soft kiss on your clit and you gasped. he placed another one before sticking his tongue out and lapping at your folds. you threw your head back in your hands tangled in his white locks. he was eating you like a mad man, like this was his last meal. his long slip up and down your slit and he planted kisses on your clit.

you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm and your legs began to shake.

"s-satoru"

you could barely get his name out before your orgasm washed over you and you came on his face.

he came up, face covered in your slick and kissed you to let you taste yourself on his tongue. he took his own clothes off and positioned himself at your entrance.

he slid in slowly until he bottomed out and you both let out a gasp. he started slowly. letting you feel every curve and vein then he picked up the pace. Satoru was rocking his hips into yours and hitting your g-spot. you whined and the pleasure and he groaned on top of you. he was making you feel so good in this moment. you could feel his tip hitting your cervix and your orgasm quickly approached.

"so p-proud pf you mama"

he groaned and he continued fucking your tight hole. his dick was stretching you out and all you could see was stars. he was sliding in and out of you at a steady pace and your body was rocking back and forth. you came all over his thighs and he moaned at the added wetness. the sound of your slick was filling the room.

he lifted your legs to your chest and folded you into a mean mating press. the angle caused his to reach deeper inside you and you couldn't hold back your moans

"Toru, fuck, feels so good"

"Yeah? you like that"

all you could do was nod in response. he continued to hit your g-spot over and over and tears were running down your face. he licked up the tears and kissed you roughly as he pounded into you.

another orgasm swept over you and you came again, making another mess on his thighs. his eyes rolled back, and he let out a loud groan.

"So close baby"

after a few more rough pumps he was emptying himself inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum. he stayed there for a moment kissing you and relishing in the feeling of you still pulsing around him.

he slid out and grabbed a towel to clean you up and laid the blanket over you. he laid next to you and kissed your temple

"My future nurse"

Rachel

[c1nna1nmyr0ll]

Proving You Wrong

Tobio Kageyama x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 0.6k

Warnings: nipple play, vaginal fingering, pet names, thigh fucking, multiple orgasms, and cum eating

Also, maybe consider signing up for the 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦!!

You lay silently as Tobio sleeps soundly beside you. He always looks so cute when he’s sleeping. His black hair frames his soft face, and you hear his soft snores. Tobio Kageyama really is the prettiest man you’ve ever seen. You turn to face him and bring your hand close to his face. You begin to play with his beautiful hair and admire his good looks.

Tobio’s eyes flutter open when he feels you touching him. When he comes face to face with you, he gives you a small smile.

“Can’t sleep?” he asks.

“Yeah, I’m not really tired, I guess,” you say. “I couldn’t help but admire how cute you are when you sleep.” He gives you a slight pout.

“I’m not cute,” he says. You giggle.

“You most certainly are Tobio,” you tell him. He shuffles closer to you now.

“I am not,” he defends.

“See? What you’re doing now is cute,” you say.

“I’ll prove you wrong, Y/N,” he challenges.

“Go ahead,” you counter. He flips you onto your other side, facing away from him. All you can see is your nightside table and closed closet. He presses his cock against your ass when he’s close.

“I’ll show you that I’m not cute,” he whispers to you before he begins kissing your neck. You feel his hands dive under your shirt and slide up to your breasts. He starts groping them and flicking your nipples with his thumbs. You moan at the feeling of his fingers while he sucks your neck.

“Mm, Tobio,” you hum, beginning to rub your legs together. He seems to notice what you’re doing, so he travels one of his hands down to your panties. He moves past the fabric and begins rubbing small circles on your clit. “Ah! Tobio!”

“Shh, baby,” he whispers. He trails his tongue all along your neck and continues with his fingers on your nipple and clit. You grab at his arms and try to make his fingers go faster, but he keeps his pace steady. You continue moaning, and you feel yourself begin to coil up. Your orgasm is quickly approaching. Even when he’s not giving you his all, you still cum so quickly under his touch. He can tell how fast you’re about to cum from your moans. “Cum for me, baby.” You cry out his name as you cum, soaking your panties.

“Oh, baby, you got your panties dirty,” he whispers against your ear. “I think we should take them off.” He slowly drags your panties down, and you take them off completely.

With no panties, you grind your ass on Tobio’s hard cock. His breath hitches from the contact and holds your hips, and pushes himself against you. You both moan as he lazily thrusts his cock. You spread your legs slightly, and he moves his cock to thrust between your thighs right under your cunt. He grunts as he thrusts into the small opening of your thighs, and with your cum running down your leg acting as a lube, Tobio’s cock moves faster.

“Shit, baby,” he curses. The tip of his cock hits your clit when his hips move away from your body. He moves faster, and you both moan out, trying to chase your orgasms.

“Ah! Tobio!” you scream again as your clit spasms every time it’s touched. Tobio bites down on your neck, and your thighs tremble as you feel your orgasm coming again. You gush on Tobio’s cock and drench it. He groans from your cum on his cock, and his cock twitches, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

“Fuck, ‘m cumming, baby,” he groans. You move your hands down to his cock, and he cums in your hands. His load is warm in your hands. You bring your hands up to your face and begin licking his cum off your hands and fingers. Tobio moves his cock from between your legs and admires how you lick up his cum. “I proved you wrong.” Once you’re done licking, you turn to face him.

“Maybe a little,” you admit.

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[rainebelowzero]

Kurt Kunkle x Dom Male Reader

not a request

notes: OMGGGGG it's the 2 year anniversary of this accounttttttt 🥳🥳🥳 you guys have no idea how grateful I am for all of you, I never thought that people would even give a shit about my writing this much, I love you all so much 🫂 ALSO I have one last request in my ask box that i should be finishing up this week, so if anyone wants to request anything I'll love you forever 👰🏽‍♂️

♡ degradation, hair pulling, choking, overstim, crying, bloodplay kinda, exhibitionism, livestreaming, mention of freeuse, the reader is also an influencer ♡

“Keep looking at the camera, you stupid slut.”

Kurt's body shuddered as a hand buried itself in his hair, roughly yanking his head back. He could feel you in his stomach, and he knew he would be fully ruined after you were finished with him.

He stared at himself on his phone, his chat rapidly passing as more and more people viewed the stream, making him whimper. He looked pathetic, watching himself be fucked by you, his nose bleeding, running down his face. He could taste it on his lips, and he moaned softly as he ran his tongue over it. His hair was messy, disheveled and tears ran down his face.

He had the brilliant idea of trying to basically abduct you, though, he didn't even know what he was going to do. He just couldn't stop himself when he thought of how big your following was, and he wanted so badly to have you purely because of that. Unfortunately for him, he was very easy to overpower, and you got him out of his car and onto the ground in what you figured was the middle of nowhere.

He was extremely hard in his jeans. He was already so excited from just the idea of having you to himself, but he was also slowly figuring out something about himself. He really liked being manhandled. Even as you punched him in the face, and he could feel the blood starting to flow down his chin, he only got harder, borderline leaking into his boxers.

You noticed, and you figured, why not give him what he wanted. He was gonna go viral.

So that's what led the both of you here, Kurt on his hands and knees, scraping against the ground as his hole is fucked wide open. His cock leaks on the ground, and he's pretty sure people would be able to hear his moans and sobbing. You were kind of in the middle of nowhere, but he was being so loud, you wouldn't be surprised if someone came over to check.

Kurt on the other hand was mentally begging for that to happen. He would get so many views if people heard you ruining him and wanted to use him, dumping their cum into him and leaving him there on the side of the road. Or if some of his viewers lived near him and wanted to come use him for themselves. He was willing to be someone's toy forever if it meant getting views and subscribers. On one hand, he didn't want to be robbed or anything, but on the other, much bigger hand, the views. And also sex, but mostly the views.

You move your hand to his neck, squeezing tight and using it as leverage to keep pounding into him. He could practically feel you deep in his guts, his eyes rolling back as his pathetic spent cock spurts out his third orgasm that night. He starts to cry some more, feeling so lightheaded from the lack of air. He can barely see himself in the camera, his vision hazy, but he knows he looks pathetic, and he can see people sending him tips and TTS messages though he can't make out what they're saying.

Your hand moves back to his hair, and he gasps, sputtering as he desperately tries to let air back into his lungs. You yank his head back again, leaning down. “Couldn't even kidnap someone right.” You say between breathes and groans. “Only good for taking dick like the whore that you are.”

Kurt moans, the words going straight to his sensitive cock. He's torn between begging you to stop, begging for mercy, he's sorry, he can't take anymore, and begging for more. For you to keep fucking him until he's stuffed full of cum and he passes out.

You reach forward a little, gripping his chin roughly. As his bleeding nose continues, dripping down your hand (along with lots of tears), you couldn't help but think he'd look prettier with more blood on his face. You shove two blood covered fingers into his mouth, and he whines around them but immediately starts sucking. His tongue laps at them, his vision blurry. He can barely even hold himself up anymore, and you let go of his face, letting his upper half drop to the ground. He turns so he's not face down on the cement, but he makes no other effort to move, letting you fuck him into the ground.

You pull out for a second, drawing a whine out of Kurt. You turn him over, moving so the camera can see Kurt’s ruined hole before you push his legs up as far as they'll go and shove yourself back in. He moans loudly from the change in angle as you go back to stretching him open. He cries out, wrapping his arms around your neck, but you pry him off of you. He whines but moves them to hold his legs up for you.

His eyes roll back again, and he squeezes them shut as his cock twitches against his stomach. He's cumming, but there's barely anything coming out and the stuff that is, is watery, dripping against his skin. He gasps desperately, feeling like he could barely breathe. You snap your hips into him a few more times, dumping the last of your cum into his now loose hole, letting it leak out as you pull yourself out and push yourself to your feet. Kurt lets himself sprawl out against the cold ground, covered in sweat, cum and his own blood and tears. He pants heavily, body twitching and legs shaking.

He doesn't even really process it when he hears you rummaging through the pockets of his discarded jeans.

[lotusloong]

Nightmare

Relationship: Sun Wukong X CelestialMaiden!Reader

AN: Written in a fever at two am after thinking about the Laozi Furnace...and this little thought from @monkeykingdomblog2 (if you don't want to be tagged let me know!)

Not the same fic I posted a sneak peak of a couple days ago, that wip is still being worked on

Tags: Violence, Blood, Hurt, Comfort, Slight Gore, Attempted burning someone to death, Reader is insulted and beaten up a little, Nightmares

Summary: Memories return as the worst nightmares.

Read it on AO3!

“Restrain her.”

The hands that grab you are firm and unyielding, far stronger than you. You don't care, you push and fight against them as best you can, screaming at the Jade Emperor.

“No! No, you can't! Let him go!” A hand tries to grip your jaw to pull you head back, you don't hesitate to sink your teeth into the calloused flesh in response. The guard hisses and jerks his hand away, and you feel his skin give way as blood splatters from your teeth. 

You can see Sun Wukong struggling against his ties, his frantic gaze searching for you through the crowd of soldiers and celestials. His eyes find yours just in time to watch the guard you just bit backhand you across the face.

You cry, pain swelling in your cheek. You've never been hit before.

Your vision swirls as a wave of dizziness washes over you, your cheek throbbing in time with your heartbeat. You hear a shriek of rage at the base of Laozi's furnace, the sound of the Jade Emperor and guards shouting and fighting to get the Money King under control and into the metal chamber. 

“Who are you!? I'll kill you for that, get your fucking hands off her-!” Wukong's angry voice brings you back, and you shake yourself in an effort to stop the spinning and regain mobility in your feet. The second guard holding you loosens his grip, as if unsure if he should still hold you or tackle the guard that just hit you. The Jade Emperor’s voice is barely heard over the screeching coming from Sun Wukong.

“You! You'll be punished later, not one more harmful hand on my niece! I don't care if she fights back, she is not to be harmed!” The guard who hit you, his hand bleeding profusely from the chunk you bit out of it, silently nods at your uncle's words. 

“Punishment isn't enough! I'll kill him, let me go you cowards! You'll regret this-!” Wukong's words sound fainter as the two guards surrounding you drag you away. You spit, blood and drool leaking steadily down your chin and throat to stain the lovely outfit your uncle had gifted you just days prior. Your bottom lip is split, your cheek already swelling. In another few minutes you're sure your eye will be swollen shut with some proper bruising to match. This doesn't stop you from screaming to your uncle, your jaw popping as you do so. 

“P-please uncle! Please don't do this, he doesn't deserve it!” Your voice cracks pathetically, tears streaming down your cheeks and not helping the throbbing you feel in your head. It hurts, everything hurts so much but you need to stop them-you need to help him-

“My niece, he has left us no choice. Be silent.” He glares at the two guards holding you. “Why is she still here? Drag her to her room and keep her there!” You try to resist, but your struggling is weaker than it was. You can see over the crowd Wukong being carried to the opening of the furnace, still struggling and bucking like a wild animal to be free. You can hear the threats he snarls at those holding him. 

“You'll regret this, every single one of you! Let me free now and I won't kill you for this, just destroy this stupid fucking palace-!” A guard shoves his head hard, pushing him over the last foothold of the furnace. Wukong's bound body disappears from your view, the sound of him landing roughly on piles of coal and charred wood reaching your ears. Laozi waits for the last guard to step away from the opening before pushing the metal cover into place. You can hear Wukong's voice still echoing, the metal walls amplifying his voice to a demonic echo around the room.

“Let me out! If you don't-I'll-I'll-” Laozi kneels before his creation, and within seconds a mighty blaze lights up the furnace, the metal discoloring immediately at the blazing heat. Your own scream of horror is drowned out by the promise Sun Wukong screams.

“I'll kill you all!” No more words reach your ears, just the sound of screeching and fire as the guards finally push you out the door. The urge to fight is still there, the need to rush back through those gilded doors and do something, anything, to save the one you love pushing you to keep resisting. 

The guards continue to push you away, no matter how many times you stomp on their feet, no matter how many times you bite and claw and kick, they keep pushing you away. 

“Let me go! I need to help him, they're going to kill him-!” You sob, hysterical with your grief. 

“Silence already! You're going back to your room, your uncle demands it.” One guard, the one who held you as you ripped into the hand of the other, pushes you and is careful of your gnashing teeth. The one you did bite focuses on body-blocking the hallway in case you get loose. He carefully keeps his injured hand close to his side.

“Fuck you-!” You screech, thrashing with all your might. The guard curses, putting his leg in-between yours to try and trip you up, to get you to lose your balance. It almost works, but your movement leads to you twisting in his hold, your robes tearing under his firm grip. You do fall then, catching yourself on the gleaming floor before you hit your head. You try to will yourself to get up, but the dizziness from before is back with a vengeance, and you stumble again.

“That is quite enough!” The harsh sound of your uncle's voice rings through the hallway. Behind the guards you hear the heavy doors slam once more, and your uncle, green robes flowing with his usual elegance, steps into view. He takes one look at you on the floor and you see the disgust and disappointment settle into his gaze. 

“Look at you! A horrid sight, what has gotten into your head child!?” You meet his gaze, unwavering. 

You do make quite a sight, you're aware. 

Cheek and eye swollen with the beginnings of black and purple bruising blotching your face, your lips, chin and throat coated in drool and sticky blood - your own and the guard’s who stand infront of you - staining your once beautiful clothing. Said clothing is ripped and tattered, barely preserving your modesty. You see your uncle's eyes widen at the sight of bite marks and hickeys littering the smooth skin of your neck and shoulders. 

You raise your head higher, showing off the marks of your lover proudly. Your uncle pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Don't tell me-! Unwed, with that-! That demon in there!?” You refuse to back down. 

“I love him.” Your voice is firm despite the hoarseness from your earlier screaming. Your confession is damning.

With narrowed eyes, your uncle stalks forward. 

“He will die. The furnace will burn all traces of him away, nothing will be left. If you're lucky, this incident won't scare off any potential suitors. Although who would want an unwed demon whore as a wife is beyond me.” The words sting, but not as much as you expected them too. After lifetimes of being told worse for less heinous acts, they don't hold as much sway over you as they once did. 

“He will live. He always lives. And when he's free he'll come for me, and I'll be his wife.” And as you speak the words, you find that you believe them. This is Sun Wukong. Nothing can stop him, you know this in your heart. 

Your uncle looks at you with disdain. 

“His influence on you is too great. You're practically feral. Disgraceful.” The Jade Emperor turns away from you, looking to the guards. “Have her watched at all hours of day and night. She is not to leave her room. Servants will be instructed on her care later. For now, keep her out of sight.”

And as the guards drag you away, your uncle doesn't look back. 

~~~~~~~

The days pass. 

Following your uncle's orders you aren't let out of your room. Food is brought to you and no one visits you except the servants assigned to your care. The guards positioned outside your door don't talk to you no matter what you scream at them. 

The servants assigned to you made it clear what they thought of you, sneering as they handed you your food and darting away from you as if you carried disease. When bathing a servant tried to harass you for the apparent shame you brought to the palace, pinching your skin and yanking you roughly into place. You retaliated by snarling, snapping your teeth at them and smacking them across the face, hard. The others gathered around you were shocked into silence, biting their tongues and refusing to step closer to you or help their coworker. You had growled at them to leave you be, you would take your baths yourself from now on. It's not like you needed to be layered in makeup and fine outfits when you weren't able to go outside. 

For forty-nine days you stay in that room, trying everything you could think of to escape. You try using your limited magic to trick the guards, you hoard anything that seems even remotely useful to help you get out. The furthest you made it was to the grand hallway leading to where you know the furnace is still burning hot. Your uncle had let the guards handle you with more aggression than usual when you were sent back to your rooms that day. 

You hear them all whispering. About you, about Sun Wukong. You cover your ears when they sneer at you that he's dead. You know it's a lie. You won't believe it till you see his ashes yourself. 

The bruising on your face is mostly healed, replaced with new bruises and cuts from your numerous escape attempts and the subsequent rough handling of the guards. Many nights you crawl under the covers of your bed and cry, wishing that Wukong was there to hold you, to kiss your skin better as he whispers how much he loves you. 

On the final day, you know Wukong is free by the screaming.

The timing is lucky, it's when a servant is bringing you lunch. Down the long winding hallways you can hear guards and servants shouting, your uncle's voice barking orders, and the faint sound of your love shrieking in rage. 

You don't hesitate, slamming into the servant next to you before they can do anything and throwing your plate of food into the face of the guard standing by the door. His momentary surprise lets you slip past, and you race down the hall in nothing but the under skirt and blouse of your usual hanfu. You don't care about your state of undress, desperate to push through the throng of screaming servants and celestials to get to Wukong.

You burst into an open room, tapestries on the walls burning and in tatters, tables and art and bowls of food spilled and broken across the ground. As people push past you, you see the dead bodies littering the space. Blood and viscera, broken armor and weapons, battered soldiers trying to circle like a swarm around the center of the room as panicked celestials push and shove. In the center of the mass, a demon of stone, metal, and fire stands as a smoking silhouette. Fire licks the air from his armor, ash falls to the ground from his smoking form as metal burns an eye piercing red hot.

The demon stands above a fallen guard, his foot pushing on the space of the guard’s throat and choking him. 

“Where is she?” The demon snarls. Your breath leaves you in a rush, the sound of Sun Wukong’s voice hitting you full force after nearly two months without him. You realize you recognize the guard under the Monkey King’s blazing foot. The one who backhanded you so long ago. 

“Sh-shoul-have burned-” Is all the guard manages to squeal out. Wukong snarls, and without any effort pushes his foot down. A sickening ‘crsck’ follows, and the guard falls limp, his windpipe crushed. 

A servant trying to push past you screams in terror, and Sun Wukong looks in your direction. 

Blazing red eyes, the same color as burning coal, lock onto you. You don't even notice the servant running down the hall behind you, your hand shooting out to catch yourself on the doorframe to the grand room. Those red eyes burn into you, and for a moment you wonder if your love even recognizes you. The scratches and bruises littering your skin burn with how self-conscious you suddenly feel. 

Sun Wukong straightens, gaze darting from you to the body under his foot, to the molten metal and stone currently coating his body. His facial features are nearly hidden from the amount of smoke and ash covering him, only those burning eyes and his massive canines stand stark against his burning silhouette. 

Even so, those are the eyes you love. You can see the flash of fear in them at the sight of you, of you coming across him at his most unhinged. He fully expects you to turn and run like the others. 

So instead, you run towards him.

“Wukong-!” You cry; arms outstretched towards him. Those burning eyes widen in surprise, but his arms still catch you without hesitation. The fire of his body doesn't burn you, the heat instead circling gently around your battered form and cradling you like something precious. Your tears finally fall, evaporating against his armor instantly as you cling to him like a lifeline. Wukong's arms wrap around your waist, squeezing you against him as he buries his nose into your hair. In the midst of chaos, you find a reprieve within each other.

He pulls away from you just enough to look down at you, a clawed hand making its way to your jaw and erasing around the back of your neck and into your hair. He studies your face, every scratch and bruise left over, his thumb stroking your cheek with a softness others would find impossible with his current appearance. 

“There you are…” He whispers. You lean up and kiss him, uncaring of the ash and smoke you taste when doing so. It's him, he's back in your arms, and his lips still feel so soft against yours…

The guards surrounding the room are shouting at you both, and you pull away from each other to glare. Wukong pulls you closer to his side, shielding your body with his own as he growls and hisses at the guards. The voice of your uncle bellows over the crowd.

“Enough! Surround them both! It's time to put an end to this foolishness!” You see him walk into the room, accompanied by even more soldiers, his jade robes billowing around him. Wukong’s tail thrashes behind you both, his glare a blazing heat. You can see the fear on your uncle's face. 

“Monkey! You've done enough; I am tired of your constant trouble making! This time-! This time you will get what's coming to you!” Your brow furrows as you glare at your uncle, who doesn't meet your eyes. 

In the next moment, a near blinding golden glow steps into the room. The great Buddha himself stands with your uncle, his face serene and peaceful, eyes closed. You know he can see you.

A powerful wave of dread washes over you, fear and panic taking over. You need to run, you need to get Wukong out of here, they're going to take him-

With a gasp, you jolt awake.

Your eyes open to the sight of a campfire, the last embers fading. The sight of the charred wood, still burning red, sends a flash of panic though you. Where is he? He needs you-

“Shhh, my mate. It's okay.” Wukong's voice sounds raspy with sleep from behind you. It's enough to bring you back to the present, details of where you are coming into focus. 

Zhu Bajie is snoring against a far tree, the monk is sitting off to the side as he sleeps against Bai Long Ma, who's head rests in the monk’s lap. Sha Wujing is curled up on his own bedroll next to the fire. 

Wukong's strong arm is wrapped tight against your middle, under your sleep clothes. The fur of his arms tickles against your skin. His legs are tangled with yours, his feet gripping your own legs to keep you close. You can feel his firm, broad chest against your back, his breathing even and slow.

With a breathy wiggle, you turn so you can face him. You immediately bury your face into his pectorals, the soft fur tickling your cheeks as his heart beats under your ear. A clawed hand comes up to play idly with your hair. 

“Nightmare?” He asks. 

“Yes. The furnace…” You mutter against him. His hand pauses before burying into your hair and staying there. The feeling of his arms around you starts to calm you down, your racing heart finally slowing. Just when you think you might drift off again, you feel Wukong shudder. A choked noise leaves him, his breathing growing erratic. Eyes widening, you pull away just enough to look up at his face. 

His bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, eyes squeezed closed as quiet tears fall. Without thinking your own hands come up to cup his cheeks, bringing him close to you. You press your foreheads together, and his eyes open to stare into yours. 

“I just…want to go home…” 

Your heart absolutely shatters.

“I want to go home, mate. I want to see-” Another shuddering gasp, “I want to see my monkeys. I want to see the new little ones that were born this spring. I want to go to the top of the mountain and dance under the stars with you again…” 

You press a desperate kiss to his lips, trying to push all the love and support you can into it. He gives a quiet whimper, his tail coming up from behind him to circle around your back. When you separate, you press more kisses to his face, desperate for him to feel the love you hold for him in your heart, in a way words can't convey. 

“Soon my love…someday soon…” Is all you can whisper to him.

[cruel-seduction]

Jealous, Rabid, and Out of Control Part 1

Werewolf!theo au || Click here to read part 2

Summary - He smelled another man on you. That was cute. Really fucking cute—until he had you on your knees, crying, begging, ruined. Until he edged you for hours, tore you apart, and put you back together exactly how he wanted. You swore you’d never break, never beg, never let him have that power over you. Too bad. Because now? Now, you were nothing but a dumb, wrecked mess, pleading for the release he refused to give. And Theo? He was just getting started. 

A/N - Hello, my certified cute red flags!!! This is part - 1. It doesn't have smut but it does contain sexual language. Read this first to read next (smut part obvs) Otherwise it wouldn't make sense. I am posting this first since Tumblr doesn't allow more than 4k words at once. And I wanted too add so much smut element that I exceeded the word limit.

The last time you saw Theodore Nott, he promised you something. "I’ll ruin you."

You thought it was just a threat, a filthy whisper against your fevered skin as he ravished you—like an animal. Like he’d been starved for you, deprived of you, and the only way to fix it was to consume you whole.

You remember the way he touched you, the way he didn’t stop even when your body gave out beneath him, boneless and shaking. How he had mocked you, pressing sloppy kisses to your jaw while you cried from pleasure, from exhaustion, from him.

"Too much?" he had taunted, running his tongue along your throat, chuckling when you whimpered. "Come on, baby. You wanted this. Be a good girl and take it." And you had. Until you couldn’t.

Until the world went black. You had woken up alone.

You expected pain, soreness, to be sprawled out on the same dirty mattress he had taken you on, your skin still damp with sweat, marked and used. But instead?

You woke up in your own bed. Clean sheets. Fresh clothes. A glass of water left untouched on your nightstand.

Like it had all been a dream.

Except for the bruises on your throat. The bite marks littered across your chest, the dull ache between your thighs, a ghost of his filthy, merciless worship.

You had cursed his name, forcing yourself into the shower, scrubbing your skin raw like it would erase the way his hands had claimed you. But no amount of soap could wash him off.

That had been seven days ago. And now?

A deep, throbbing ache settled between your thighs, making your legs shift under the table. You exhaled, forcing yourself to focus on the man in front of you.

Ethan—no, Evan—smiled at you, bright and sweet. Too sweet. The kind of sweet that didn’t bite. The kind of sweet that wouldn’t wreck you. That was probably why your mother had set this up.

An appropriate man. A man who wouldn’t leave you trembling and marked, who wouldn’t shove you against walls and sink his teeth into your skin like an animal. A man who wouldn’t make you wait for seven fucking days without a single word, without so much as a trace of his scent to hold on to.

Your fingers curled against the tablecloth.

Theo hadn’t even let you see him after that night. No mocking presence lingering in the dark, no heated stare following your every move. It was like he had disappeared, leaving you to wake up hating yourself for how much you wanted him.

The date couldn’t end fast enough.

You barely heard Evan—when he walked you outside, barely felt the air against your skin as he turned toward you, his eyes warm and expectant. Shit.

He was going to try and kiss you.

Your stomach plummeted. Not because of the kiss itself—you could handle that. You’d been kissed before. You knew how to fake it. But because the idea of anyone else touching you—anyone other than **him—**felt wrong. You were a stupid bitch and you knew it but You don’t wanna kiss him. 

Your brain short-circuited.

And instead of a kiss, you hugged him.

Hard.

Too hard.

The poor guy stiffened, caught completely off guard. His arms awkwardly patted your back like you had just lost a loved one. Jesus.

You wanted to disappear into the pavement. “Uh,” he said, clearly confused. “Nice—nice hug.” “Yeah,” you mumbled against his shoulder, absolutely mortified. “Hugging is great.”

By the time you managed to untangle yourself from the world’s most awkward embrace, you could feel your own pulse slamming against your throat. You turned on your heel, fast-walking down the sidewalk, desperate to get home, away.

But even as you walked, your mind betrayed you. You weren’t thinking about the disaster you had just left behind. You weren’t even thinking about Evan reaction.

You were thinking about Theo. You were thinking about what he would do if he found out.

What he would say if he knew you had let another man sit across from you, let another man look at you like he had a chance. What he would do if he found out you let another man even think about kissing you.

But he wouldn’t find out.

Right?

… Right?

The door barely clicked shut before you saw him. Theodore Nott.

Sitting on your couch like he had nowhere else in the world to be. Legs spread wide, fingers tapping lazily against the armrest, head tilted like he had been waiting for you all fucking night.

Your stomach twisted. Where the fuck had he been? Seven days—seven whole days, and not a single sign of him.

Your pride stopped you from asking. You kicked your heels off, tossed your bag onto the table, arms crossing over your chest as you stared him down.

Theo’s gaze flicked lower, and his lips curled.

“That really pushes your tits together.” His voice was all amusement, all casual filth, like he wasn’t saying something disgusting. His head tilted as he dragged his gaze over you, slow Your jaw clenched, nails digging into your arms.

You wanted to hurt him, cut him down just to see if he could bleed like everyone else.

So you did.

You tilted your head, letting your lips curl into something mean. “Must be frustrating,” you mused, tone syrupy sweet, “wanting so bad to fuck something that doesn’t want you back.”

You saw it—the flash of something cruel in his eyes.

Good.

He deserved to hurt. Deserved to feel just an ounce of the frustration simmering beneath your skin.

But he didn’t lash out. He didn’t even look offended.

Cause Theodore Nott never took your words offensively.

Instead, he studied you. Like you were the only thing keeping him alive.

And fuck. That look—that look. That without-you-I-would-perish look was the only way you ever wanted a man to look at you. Like he was hungry in a way no one else could ever satisfy him but you.

You swallowed.

Turned your back on him. It was only two steps before you felt it.

The shift. The slight tensing of his body. He leaned forward.

“In a rush to get away from me, sweetheart?” Something in his tone made you stiffen. You forced a shrug. “Maybe I just have better places to be.”

A lie. A bad one. Theo inhaled deeply.

The air changed. “New perfume?” Your stomach twisted. You forced yourself to stay relaxed, forced yourself to keep walking. “Maybe.”

“I meant your scent.”

Fuck.

Your fingers twitched. You could feel him behind you now, too close, his presence looming like a dark shadow against your back. You shrugged again, reaching for the kitchen counter. “Might be from a friend or something—”

A mistake.

Before you could take another step, he grabbed you. One rough hand on your shoulder, yanking you back against him, his grip a warning, a demand.

Your breath hitched. Theo leaned in, his lips barely brushing your ear. “Don’t fucking lie, baby.”

His grip tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

His scent—smoky, dark, utterly overwhelming—wrapped around you like a noose, choking out any rational thought. But you weren’t going to let him win. Not now.

His voice was softer this time, but no less dangerous.

“What is it, dove?” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “Tell me.”

Your jaw clenched. You forced yourself to relax in his hold, refusing to give him the satisfaction of your tension. “None of your business.”

His fingers flexed. You could feel the frustration radiating off him, the way his body tensed at your dismissal, but he waited. Waited for you to push him further.

So you did. “I was on a date,” you said, tilting your chin defiantly. “With an actual gentleman.”

Silence. You couldn’t see his expression, but you felt the shift. Something in the air turned sharp, crackling like a storm ready to break.

Then—a low chuckle. Dangerous. Dark.

It sent a shiver straight down your spine. His grip didn’t loosen, but his tone was almost amused when he spoke.

“A gentleman?”

“Yes,” you snapped, twisting in his hold just enough to throw a glare over your shoulder. “You know, a guy with manners? Held the door open for me. Didn’t shove his tongue down my throat like some rabid fucking dog. Actually listened when I talked, instead of just thinking about what hole he was gonna use me for.”

For once, you had actually wounded him. But instead of lashing out—instead of snapping like you thought he would—he just exhaled, long and slow, his fingers dragging up your body, wrapping around your throat with a grip that was just shy of bruising.“You think you like gentlemen?” His voice was low, smooth—deceptively calm. His thumb stroked over your pulse, feeling the way it betrayed you, the way your body refused to match the venom dripping from your words. “You think you’d be satisfied with some soft little fuck who’d probably cum in his pants before he even got you wet?” He leaned in, brushing his lips against your ear, his voice nothing but a dark promise. “That’s fucking adorable

Your stomach twisted violently. Before you could speak—before you could even breathe—his hands were on you. A sharp gasp ripped from your throat as he lifted you effortlessly, throwing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“What the fuck, Theo—put me down!” He didn’t even hesitate. Didn’t pause. Just started walking, his grip firm around your thighs, his movements steady—unbothered. And then—a sharp slap against your ass.

A real one.

You yelped.

The bastard laughed.

“What?” Theo taunted, deliberately squeezing the soft flesh in his palm. “Not used to being handled like this, baby?” You kicked. Hit his back, his shoulder, his fucking legs—anything to make him let go.

But all he did was laugh again, another sharp smack landing right over your already stinging skin. “You’re acting all mad now,” he mused, gripping your thighs even tighter when you tried to squirm. “But I bet you liked sitting across from that poor fucker, all prim and proper, knowing damn well who you belong to.”

“I don’t belong to you, you fucking psycho—” Another spank. Harder this time. Your teeth clenched, humiliation burning through you, but you refused to let him win. “I hope you fucking choke,” you snapped. “Or get hit by a bus. Preferably a big one.”

Theo snorted.

“Adorable baby but you’re the one who is gonna get choked now..”

Adorable. You wanted to kill him.

By the time he reached your bedroom, you were still thrashing, still trying to fight him off, but it didn’t matter. With one effortless motion, he threw you down onto the bed. You bounced against the mattress, breathing ragged, wild, furious.

Theo just loomed over you, watching, smirking. Looking at you like he was about to devour you whole

Theo’s eyes were cold, dangerous, a storm of rage barely contained behind his sharp, mocking smirk. He looked utterly fucking unimpressed as he leaned against the edge of the bed, arms crossing over his chest like he had all the time in the world.

"On your knees." You let out a sharp laugh, rolling your eyes. “Yeah? Over my dead fucking body.” A muscle in his jaw twitched. But he didn’t argue. Didn’t snap. Didn’t move. Instead, his voice dropped—low, smooth, so fucking calm it sent a chill down your spine.

"I’m gonna count to five, dove.” He tilted his head, the warning in his gaze sending every nerve in your body into high alert. "If you’re not on your fucking knees by then, I’m grabbing you by your pretty little hair and dragging you here myself."

Your stomach twisted. He was serious. But fuck him. You lifted your chin, lips curling into something sharp, something cruel, just to piss him off. Just to see how far you could push him. “One.”

Your fingers curled against the sheets, your heart pounding despite the steady smirk on your lips.“Two.” A flicker of doubt. “Three.” Your breath hitched, and you fucking hated that he noticed. That his smirk only deepened. “Four.” You weren’t moving. Fuck him. “Five.”

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A/N: Just a little something for the Joel lovers out there. I am by no means a professional writer, but I came across this fandom and finally wanted to give it a try. I hope you enjoy, byeeee 😊

Mine ✨️🖤

"Come here, darling."

Joel says, as his fingers glide against his inner thigh.

You're wearing nothing but underwear, the pair that he loves the most on you. The smooth silk, that is soft as your skin. It's as if each time he looks at you, you'd think he was seeing you for the very first time. There's a hunger in his eyes as he drinks you in, entirely. He is so in love with you, he almost can't stand it. You are always so beautiful, so delicate, or so he thinks. He always takes his time looking at your features. Your smooth hair, that falls just above your breasts - your alluring eyes, that are full of excitement and wonder - your plump lips, that are silently begging to be kissed and wrapped around his cock. He can't help but be soft with you. But when you are standing in front of him like this, with that "innocent" smile painted across your face, it makes him want to go absolutely feral.

"Don't make me ask you twice. Now, come on and be a good girl for me."

You make your way over to him and straddle his lap. You can feel his hard length, pressing against your clothed pussy, and it takes everything in you to not completely drop to your knees for this man. You let out the smallest moan just thinking about him abusing your mouth, and start to grind against him while lewd images flash your mind. He lets out a dark laugh, as he sees you pathetically trying to find some relief for your aching pussy.

"Does my good little girl need this big cock in her? Look at you, you're already falling apart & I haven't even touched you yet."

You nod, dumbly, a small "please" escaping your lips.

"Well, since you're being such a good girl, I'll give you what you want."

He proceeds to pull your panties to the side, then slides his fingers through your folds.

"Fuck, she is crying for me. You're always so wet for me, sweetheart. So eager."

He starts to rub your pussy, almost painfully slow. He then slowly inserts two fingers into your wet, but deliciously tight hole, and lets out possibly the sexiest groan you've ever heard. He grips your chin with his other hand, and makes you look at him as you come undone.

"Make yourself cum on my fingers, sweet girl. I need to see your beautiful face. Show me how easily only I can make this pussy cum."

Small whimpers escape your lips as his fingers curl even deeper inside of you. You softly chant his nam, as your pussy clenches around his fingers so deliciously. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear and tells you how good you are for him, and It doesn't take long until you reach your climax. Joel has such a way to make you feel so good, so quickly. You are left shaking and panting. You want, no, need more of him. He pulls his fingers out & slides them into his mouth, tasting your release and sucking them clean. He then pulls you in for a rough kiss. Your tongues intertwine, until he finally breaks the kiss - a string of saliva mixed with your sweet cum, connecting the two of you.

"Get on your knees & open your mouth."

You happily oblige. He pulls his pants down, letting his thick cock finally spring free. It's painfully hard, the tip an angry red, leaking precum. He smacks it against your tongue, allowing you a taste of it. He starts out gentle, slowly sliding it inside. You swirl your tongue around him, humming at the delicious taste and feel of him filling your mouth. You pepper his entire cock with kitten licks and kisses, then sink your mouth down on him, little by little. With eyes full of desire, you look up at him and you slide your hand down your panties and begin playing with your pussy. That's all it takes for him to take a handful of your hair and shove his cock deeper, without warning. He relentlessly starts fucking your mouth, until the tip of his cock pokes your throat - letting out the most animalistic groans.

"Such a greedy fucking whore for my cock, aren't you? That little pussy is begging for me just as much as your mouth is, you just can't help it."

You insert a finger inside of you, while you moan and gag around his length. Your eyelashes flutter, while tears begin to stain your cheeks. He swears he died and went to heaven, just seeing how gorgeous you look. Your tiny mouth so full of him, saliva pooling your lips and face. He grips your chin, and pulls you off of him, then leans down and gives you a tender kiss, sliding his tongue along yours.

He pulls away.

"Open",

he says.

He spits inside of your mouth, gives your cheek a light slap, then your mouth is back on his cock all over again.

"Take it. Fucking. Take. It."

He grunts, with fistfuls of your hair. Your fingernails digging into his thighs to hold yourself up.

After a few more thrusts, he quickly pulls out of your mouth, because he was so close to exploding. You're gasping for air, but then begin to giggle as you finally catch your breath. You look so innocent, but you love nothing more than when he takes advantage of your pretty little mouth. You ache for it, and he knows it.

"Lay down and let me take care of you, angel. Spread those legs and let me see all of you."

He towers over you, giving you the most tender kisses. He makes his way down to your pussy, and pulls your panties off. Your are glistening, and the sight of it makes his mouth water. He lays his tongue flat and begins to lick through your folds, spreading them further with his fingers as he makes his way up to your clit. He delicately flicks his tongue along your sensitive bundle of nerves and inserts two fingers inside of you. Your thighs are already beginning to shake while they grip the sides of his face. He starts to gently suck on your clit, you reach down to grab his hair with one hand, while your other hand plays with your pebbled nipple.

"So fucking sweet, baby. God, I love the taste of you. Grind that beautiful pussy against my face, give it to me. Give it all to me."

Your soft moans and whimpers turn into you screaming his name.

"Jo-oel. Joel! Fuuuu-ck, fuck! I'm so close. God, fuck."

He fucks you faster and harder with his fingers, all while sucking your clit. You let out one final, earth shattering moan, as your back arches off of the bed. He takes his mouth off of you and begins fucking up even harder into your pussy with his fingers. The squelching noises, alone, almost have him cumming right then and there. He watches your face contort while wearing a wicked grin, pulls his fingers out of you and starts to rub your oversimulated clit. It takes seconds before you squirt your delicious release. He gives your pussy a playful slap and a few delicate, open mouthed kisses, while you are left a writhing mess below him.

You pull him close to you and kiss him. You're so fucked out, but you still can't seem to get enough. His scruffy beard, his lips, and his chin are all soaked and glossing with your cum. You moan softly, then begin to suck on his tongue. You taste yourself everywhere, and it doesn't take long until you start to beg for his cock all over again. Joel peppers your face with kisses, then leans back up and starts fisting his cock with some of your sweet release. He slowly slides inside of you and fills you to the brim. Each thrust from him has your walls tightly squeezing and contracting around his cock, almost painfully. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and gives it a few delicate, open mouthed kisses, while fucking up into you so deep, but slow. His hips grinding against you so deliciously. His dark eyes looking into yours as you finally cum once more, but this time, all over his cock. Your pussy can't take much more at this point. He begins to chase his own orgasm, and he is almost left a whining mess because of how good you feel wrapped around him.

"You want this cum, sweetheart? You want me to fill up this sweet, desperate pussy?

You quickly nod and moan,

"Y-es. P-lease. I need it so bad. I've been so g-good, please give it to me", you whine.

One last thrust has him grunting and chanting your name, as he paints your walls full of his hot release. He is left a breathless and sweating mess, just as much as you are. He leans down and kisses your neck once more, whispering sweet nothings to you, with his cock still deep inside of you. He softens and slowly pulls out of you. His cum then begins to leak out of you, so he takes a finger and pushes some of it back inside of your pussy. He captures the rest of it with his tongue, then makes his way back up to your face. Your mouth already slightly open and waiting. He grips your chin softly, and spits it into your mouth. You swallow it all, and he gives you a light peck on your mouth and cheek.

"My good girl. All. Fucking. Mine."

[schmendrickmagician]

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you’ve probably already read it before, but the poem Party by Kim Addonizio really got me tonight. first thought was “oh man. yeah” and then my second thought was “how can i make this about my hockey guys somehow………..”anyway! have a good one! 

oh. oh.

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