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[vivimura]

how riki sounds during sex

i think in the first couple times of doing it, he'd be a bit hesitant to make sounds unless he hears you make some first. but, i think he'd open up a bit more eventually and be more confident in making sounds.

i doubt he's the kind to explicitly dirty talk, but i think he would praise you and tell you how good you're making him feel. he'd probably say things like, "god, you feel so good.." or along the lines of "keep doing that.." every time you'd clench around him.

he likes cursing a lot, and might even mutter some in japanese when the sex gets mind blowingly good.

i don't think he's completely mute, but he wouldn't straight up moan or whine either. i think he'd make sounds like groaning, grunting and subtle gasps ever so often.

whenever he'd get you to squirt, he'd groan appreciatively and say, "fuck, that was so hot... think you can do that again f'me, pretty?"

i do think he'd speak up whenever he feels himself getting close, because he wants the both of you to finish together. he finds it intimate, but also the sight of both your mixed cums dripping down your pussy is just really hot to him. "fuck-, tell me you're close, baby.."

afterwards, i think he would try his best to express how good you'd just made him feel and of course, that he loves you! "that was so good.. i love you s'much, baby.." he's sweet like that, okay?

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(i got this as an ask in my anons and accidentally deleted it but here you go ecskhfbsejhfsje)

[cherryblossom-heart]

I hate you (8/?)

modern!Sukuna x Reader

Things get better

Content Warning: Fluff?, Enemies to lovers, Sukuna being nice? (if you can call it that) Sukuna is his own warning, mention of sexual content, slut shaming (both sides). This is a +18 post so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. If I catch any minor or ageless blog interacting with this series I will block you.

A/N: Hi besties! I have finally decided how I want this SMAU to end so we probably have between 3-5 more chapters before the end. I hope you guys enjoy this, I have to say I only know a couple songs from Maneskin but I feel like its a band reader would love.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Death Wish 15

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence/abuse and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Bucky Barnes

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you’re desperate for a way out of your life and you ask a powerful man for help (plus!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

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Bucky's hand crawls up your body, his arm hooked beneath your head. He has you pinned and splayed. Your skirt trapped under his knees as he rolls his hips with a growl, pushing against you with a deep hunger.

You're stunned by his need, by the furor of his tending. You're unready for him. You are entirely prepared for this. All your life, you were unwanted, and now, his raw desire has you upended.

You squirm and push on his sleeve, his muscle bulging beneath. He groans as he nuzzles into your throat and tilts his hips again. He nips and you squeak, eyes round and hollow.

What do you do? Kissing him was enough. The tingle of his lips remain on yours, his taste stained on your tongue. His desperate fondling sends tendrils over you as each grit of his timbre unfurls to shivers.

He pushes himself back, sitting on his knees as he combs his hair back. The mussed locks swoop precariously and he tugs on the knot of his tie. He tears it away and whips the silk to the foot of the bed.

His fingers furiously pluck down the line of buttons. He puffs heavily as his eyes blaze down at you. You're numb and motionless as you watch. Clueless and dazed by the suddenness of it all.

You've never been alone with a man that wasn't your father, let alone seen any like this. He yanks the tails free of his belt. He rolls his sleeves down as he strips away his shirt, growling as it tangles at one wrist.

His torso is thick but firm. He is hard where you are soft. Veins bulge beneath his toned skin and his muscles flex as he wrestles the fabric.

He frees himself of the cuff and turns his intent back to you. You ball your hands against your stomach and brace yourself. He falls on you again.

You uncurl your fingers and press against his stomach as he crushes you. He smothers your lips again. He snarls as his tongue dips inside your mouth and he tilts his pelvis against yours. He reaches between your bodies and pulls your hand free. He pins it above your head then does the same with the other.

He holds himself above you as he keeps ypur hands locked with his. He moans into your mouth as he consumes your futility. He swallows your breath as heat plumes from his nose.

You whimper and wriggle, overwhelmed beneath his strength and will. You feel small under him. Not the same way as before. Something new, something enthrallingly terrifying.

Then all once, he relents. He parts from your lips and stares down at you, panting as his eyes rove over you. He eases his grip on you and brings himself to sit on his heels.

Kneeling on the mattress, he grips his thighs and heaves. His smoky blue eyes cling to you as his shoulders sink.

"Gotta wait, doll. Don't wanna spoil the wedding night," he cracks his neck and sighs.

You stare at him. You don't know what to do. Your shirt is halfway up your stomach and your skirt crooked across your knees.

You cautiously sit up and fix your clothes, retreating to the other side without a word. You turn your back to him. Doubt and relief mingle.

You're happy he stopped but can't help but think he couldn't continue. That maybe he found some deterrence as he unveiled more and more of you. More than anything, you find yourself choked in the powerlessness of the moment.

"Don't think it's you, doll," he drawls. "If you only knew the things I wanna do right now."

His declaration is less than reassuring. Reality comes back into focus and you're still the same woman, trapped by the rules of an overbearing man. As much as Bucky might extend and open hand, it could close at any time.

"Whatcha need, doll? You hungry? Thirst?" He asks. "Tired?"

You shake your head and shrug.

You don't know what you want. You don't know how to feel. All you know is to go along with whatever he wants.

"Think I'll just lay down," you mutter.

"Sure, doll, whatever you like. Been a long day, hasn't it?"

You shrug and get up. You stride around the bed and he meets you at the foot, his eyes sparkling and curious, "where're you off too?"

You flinch and look around. You don't know where you're going or what you're thinking. You just want space. You can't tell him that.

"I..." you peek down at yourself, "I guess I wasn't... I'll just..." you go to turn away but he stops you, his hand on your elbow.

"Got nothing to wear but you can't sleep in all this," he flutters his fingers up your blouse. "I don't really sleep in much either. You don't gotta be shy."

He winks and your cheeks catch alight. You can't help but fidget as you gently draw away from him. "This is fine, really."

"You can have a look in the closet," he offers. "Don't mind." He turns, still shirtless, and struts over to the thick wooden door in the corner, "all yours."

He pushes it inward as you watch him. You don't know what else to do so you follow. You enter as the light flicks on as you break the threshold. The walk-in is lined from wall to wall with his wardrobe; jackets, shirts, trousers, shoes, watches, ties... all arranged perfectly. There's a bench at the center, cushioned with leather.

"We'll make space for you. Hell, take it all," he says as he trails you inside. "A vanity for you to admire yourself. We could add a mirror above the bed too."

He snickers and you give him a look. He's delighted at your reaction as he smirks and tickles your arm. You take a breath and turn your attention back to the hangers and shelves.

You go to take a plain black button-up from the lot. White is too easy to stain and the rest are in fine fabrics you don't think would be very comfortable. As you take it down, he lingers. You peer over at him as you run your hand down the linen.

"Right, right," he shows his palms. "I'll be waitin'."

He spins and leaves the room. His fussing and rustling comes through the open door as you take the shirt to the bench. You pause before you undress. You don't think the shirt will fit, as big as he is. You have a bit more curves than him.

You strip down to your panties and bra. Neither of them are very attractive. Cotton, ribbed on the bottom, and well-worn on top. You poke your arms into the sleeves; those are too long, but the shirt itself is too tight. You hook the only button you can reach; the one below your tits. You're not impressed with how it brings attention to your bursting cleavage.

You keep your hands on the tails of the shirt at your thighs and near the door. You exhale and rush out, trying not to notice Bucky as you head for the bed. You pull the blankets over you as he hums and comes up along the other side.

"Damn, doll, what're ya hidin' for?" He taunts. You hold the blankets at your chin as you lay stiffly and gulp at him. He's down to only his boxers, the navy satin clinging to what's beneath.

You look at the ceiling and clear your throat, "not... just cold." You turn away from him and hide your embarrassment. How can someone like him want you? You know it's not real; this is a power play; this is an ego stroke. And you're just here to fuel his thrill.

[chaoticbardlady99]

Echo (Sylus x F!Reader)

Synopsis: Sylus would do just about anything to make you happy- even going as far as trying his hand at arts and crafts. Thankfully, the Tour has the perfect gift for him to make and he takes a moment to reflect on all he has shared with you- both in this life and the last.

“He loves me, he loves me not…”

CW: Mentions of Sylus’ lore (mentions of violence, grief), uhhh shouldn’t be anything else, FLUFF

Author Note: I really loved the last card and wanted to write a little blurb from Sylus’ perspective of making the Echo Bottle 🐦‍⬛❤️💋 all comments, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated :) pic above belongs to me.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from LADS or anything mentioned from that game. I do not give permission for AI to use my content and I do not use AI- uhhh I think that’s all?

*I’m a goofy person so my characters are a bit eccentric

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Sylus is a man of good taste, but he wouldn’t consider himself an arts and crafts master. He wouldn’t consider himself gentle enough to even be able to create something as simple as an Echo Bottle. However, when it comes to you, it seems to come to him naturally.

He isn’t entirely sure how he is going to hide the fact that he made the damn thing- shimmering red sparkles are coating his hair like snowflakes and he still can’t get this stupid craft feather off of him. It’s clinging tighter to him than you do when you’re cold at night.

It will be worth it to see you so happy though.

With a sigh of relief, he finally rolls up the tiny piece of paper and puts it into the bottle. The paper feels as delicate as the words written on it.

Sylus has so many moments- from when you named him, those imaginary moments in the black church, and the pretend final kiss in the field of Datura flowers. Every single place you conquered together and all the acts of terror you would probably be horrified to know you committed.

And now? Well now, you have somehow fallen in love with him, ‘monster’ and all, again. He could never begin to describe to you how every second of domestic bliss and love from you makes up for all those centuries of feeling lonely, misunderstood, and incapable of experiencing love, both given and returned.

Every Plushie that lays haphazardly around his base(s) is just another memory and moment of gratefulness. Silly games and your ridiculous cartoon drawings of Mephisto litter his home so carelessly and openly- it’s so nice to have you home again.

However- while there are many similar memories- the memories in the black Church are littered with grief and horror. It wasn’t real- it was merely an illusion whereas tidying up with you, picking out decorations with you, and slowly building a home together is very real and a very happy memory.

So instead he settled on a memory in both lifetimes that brings him nothing but peace now- memories that don’t wake him up in a panic and call you just to make sure you’re alive, still here, and he is still truly yours again.

Some things never change. Much like you have always been his treasure, your singing voice is his favorite too. It was naturally the best option to pick- nothing tainted or upsetting about either.

The first time I heard you sing.

You were the first voice to sing in his presence. It soothed his entire soul and then when he was able to sing Karaoke with you? Sylus is aware he isn’t very good, but he was way more focused on listening to you anyway and you have been on many fun little karaoke dates since. Your hair has changed, your eyes have changed, but your voice remains the same in that it is a balm for his soul.

The benefit of this sentence is that it’s broad enough that only he really knows the hidden memory behind it. There’s no grief or heartbreak for you to experience- just a fun memory and another moment he was thankful to steal of your time. It was one of the first real chances you ever gave him (twice really, if he thinks about it) and he will cherish those two moments for as long as you shall allow him to live.

Sylus’ thoughts are broken by two pink gloved hands covering his eyes- he briefly used his Evol to hide the Echo Bottle in his coat pocket.

“Guess who!”

“Guess who?”

“Yes! Guess who!”

“Why?”

“I-“ you pause, “I’m not sure, but I’m committed to the bit now and I never intended for you to begin asking too many questions!

“Now, then,” you clear your throat dramatically, “guess who!”

He chuckles- your silliness and games are a major improvement to being poked in the side. He should probably reward this good behavior to avoid that.

“Is it my favorite sleepy kitten?”

“Sleepy and grumpy!” You correct as you hop over and sit on the left of the bench, “I woke up and was dreadfully cold without my personal space heater beside me.”

He takes your chin between his thumb and index finger before he leaves a deep, chaste kiss on your lips, “I’m so sorry, kitten. How can I atone for my crimes?”

You tap your chin while reaching for something in your pocket.

“Well- I could use your help answering a question for me,” you pull out a flower with a single petal on it, “I’ve been seeing this guy lately and I think I want to-“ you look around as if it’s top secret, “drop the ‘L’ word- if you know what I mean.”

Sylus has to hold back the stupid grin that threatens to split his face open. He’s going to let you do your thing because he’s quite interested now, he’s been wanting to say it for a long time now (arguably way too long).

“I see,” he muses, “and what is it that you need me to do?”

You are slowly turning more and more flushed by the second and he is swept up in how wonderfully adorable you are. Sylus really really hopes you like your gift from him- you are everything to him and he loves to see you happy.

“I need you to pull off the last petal,” you say slowly, “but I want to know- does Sylus love me or does he love me not?”

Whether you realize it or not- he can feel your heartbeat thundering in your chest as if it was his own. All the blood rushing in your ears- you just told him you love him and yet he’s still nervous you may reject him and it’s all been some massive dream.

Sylus gently plucks the petal and looks at you- his eyes staring into yours in hopes that you will see how much he truly means his next sentence.

“I love you. kitten.”

There’s that wonderful smile again and his most favorite gift from you- a kiss on both sides of his face, one on the tip of his nose, and the last on his lips before you rest your forehead against his.

“I love you too, Sylus.”

And he couldn’t be more grateful that he has more time to make first time memories with you than he did before.

[r11yh1soka]

CAT & MOUSE

sevika x female reader

synopsis: sevika happens to be a regular at the brothel you work at under your dear friend babette. she asks for you every so often but the answer is always the same, you don’t take any new clients but that doesn’t seem to soothe the aching itch she has to indulge in you. you’re not oblivious, you notice her too, looking at you in the halls just before the doors to her rented room closes or spending no more than two seconds observing you when you pass each other in the halls. when the chance arises and the restraint finally flees, neither of you spare a moment to resist the temptation.

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The air is thick with smoke from the common cigars many customers take a liking to. You stride through the halls, observing the customers still taking part in their paid pleasures of the brothel. You worked a long week and tonight, you were let off a bit earlier than your usual. You’d collected your cash and wrapped yourself up in a trench coat to prepare for the cold breeze of the dark night.

On your way out, you happen to glance into one of the rooms with the curtains still opened. The moment you did, your gaze was not left unmatched. The regular who made herself more than noticeable with you met her eyes with yours when you looked at her. Her hair pulled back messily into a short half up half down ponytail. She pulled the cigar away from her lips when she saw you and almost instantly disregarded the paid woman in front of her.

She looked as though she was waiting for you to say something but you made no effort to do that. Her head tilted to the side slightly to get a better look as you walked past, you grinned to yourself as you carried on about your business. You finished out the way through the hall and up the stairs before pushing the door open to the undercity.

You begin making your way through the streets, walking at a normal pace until you begin to hear much faster footsteps from behind you. You ignore it at first until it continues for a little while longer, you turn your head over your shoulder and find Sevika following after you. You smirk at the sight and turn down the closest alleyway for her to follow you in to, you turn around to face her.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” You cross your arms over your chest with a grin, standing before her tall and large frame.

“Isn’t it obvious? Have I not made my wants clear enough for you?” She smirks with her brows raised and her head tilted at the of sight of you.

“I suppose you have. That doesn’t mean that I want the same thing though, now does it?” You remarked as she positioned herself closer to you, shrinking the gap you’d kept up.

“By all means…tell me you’re not interested and I���ll leave. Simple as that,” she says calmly, towering over you from where you stood.

You considered all things for a moment but most of all you allowed your curiosity to run free. You observed her before you and let your mind wonder what it was like to feel those lips of her against your skin. You wondered what kind of woman she was in the bedroom, you’d only ever heard good things from the other workers she visited. A part of you wondered what it would be like for you, you had no doubt that she’d fuck you in ways that you needed. The thought alone made you shiver a bit, shiver with excitement.

“Come on,” you granted and turned around to lead her through the alley.

Your house wasn’t far from here, you could feel the anticipation rising in you as you walked through the streets to get back home. You pulled your keys out from your purse and unlocked the door. You walked inside and shut the light on, she entered in after you, looking around as you closed the door after her.

“Make yourself comfortable. I have to change,” you gestured towards your couch before leaving the room and heading into your bedroom.

Despite having a guest over, you showered and changed into more comfortable clothing. You had a rule about wearing your clothes from the brothel inside you home and you assumed that if she wanted you bad enough, she’d still be waiting on the couch when you got out.

And she was.

She turned her head to you as you emerged from the bedroom in a black slip on dress. The trim was lace and you smelled of cinnamon and vanilla from the oil you rubbed on. She stared at you with a smirk reaching her face as you walked over to her. She rubs her jaw as you walk around the couch and stand before her legs as she sits manspread.

“I hear that you ask for me…often,” you inform with your gaze fixiated on the rising and sinking of her chest.

“Do you not think you offend my coworkers when you ask them for me while you’re with them?” You question teasingly as you sink to your knees before her.

“I do think. I just don’t care,” she answers and her boldness makes your heart flutter in your chest as you put your hands on her knees as she speaks and lean forward.

You can smell the cologne that encapsulates her, a certain musk and coolness to it that ignites something in you. You just barely brush your lips against her neck, teasing her with just the light feeling of you being so close. She clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth as you pull away, only to grab ahold of you by your neck and yank you back towards her.

“I don’t like to be teased. You know what I came here for,” she corrects with her face in front of yours and you can only smirk.

You knew she didn’t like being teased, your coworkers had talked of how she never seemed to have them pleasure her, it was only the other way around. You found challenge in that. Her hand came close to yours before she pulled you in for a hungry sloppy kiss. Her head tilting to the side as she kisses you as hungrily as you were for her.

Out of sheer curiosity and determination for her tells, you moan into her mouth as you kiss. You can feel her beginning to smile through the kiss at the sound of your moans. You work your hands down her muscular thick thighs and move them up a little until you find the button to her pants. You undo it and begin to unzip her pants until she breaks from the kiss and glances down at your hands over her crotch.

“What do you think you’re doing, pretty lady?” She chuckles a little at your hands fumbling with her zipper.

You don’t answer her, it’s obvious. You push your lips back onto hers from climbing up onto her lap where she raises her hips a little to adjust. Her hands slide down to your waist and another hand down to your ass. Your lips smacked against hers as your hips bucked a little against her in a strong need for her. Though before you satisfied your own needs, you satisfied your curiosity first.

You slid your hand back down, inside her underwear where you met your fingers with the warmth between her legs. She broke from the kiss to chuckle a little as she felt your fingers slide between her wet folds.

“Eager one, aren’t you?” She allows your fingers to work between her folds before she slides her tongue in your mouth.

She gets wetter as the kiss deepens and your fingers move slower, you pull apart from the kiss with a slight whine. A string of spit breaks upon your separation and you make sure to focus on the look in her eyes as you shove a finger inside her soaking cunt. He brows narrow out, she clenches her jaw with a slight grunt as you shove in another finger right after. She’s tight around your finger, tense as ever so you lean forward and kiss along her neck until you find her sweet-spot.

She doesn’t loosen up when you kiss along her neck so you try other things. You bite her neck for a little but that doesn’t work either, your fingers are thrashing in her until your chest brushes against hers and you feel her hardened nipple rub against yours.

You smirk a little before using your other hand to pull up her shirt, revealing her bare chest. You tilt your head down and take a brown nipple in your mouth, only to suck and tug at it as hard as ever. She holds back a moan, watching you suck at her chest with so much eagerness she thought she might be outmatched for hunger.

You begin to fell her cunt loosening up the longer you suck. You look up with those beady eyes of her as she becomes a groaning mess, wet on your fingers and wet in your mouth. You catch your breath a little and watch spit run down her hardened nipple before you brush your thumb against it.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.” She groans and latches her hand to the back of your head, shoving your mouth back onto her nipple.

You can’t help but grin as you watch and feel her unraveling at your touch. You worked your fingers faster inside her as you took more of her nipple into your mouth, sucking hard. She’s fights the urge to moan as loudly as you know she wants to, your coworkers had said she didn’t make much noise other than grunts. All the approval and satisfaction was said to be in her eyes but here she was with her head tilted back and her bottom lip bit.

Your curiosity doesn’t stop there, you release her nipple from her mouth with a pop sound and lower yourself onto your knees again. You grab the waistband of her pants and her boxers and begin to yank them down her legs with so much anticipation you can feel yourself growing wetter by the minute.

Her shirt falls back over her chest and she watches you practically drooling at the sight of her wet cunt in front of you. You toss her clothes elsewhere without concern and pant a little before bringing your head between her separated thighs. Just as you’re about to lick, she yanks your head back and tilts her head to the side while looking at you.

“So greedy…I didn’t even hear you say “please”,” she mutters while looking at your hardened nipples through your gown.

“Please Sev…I want it,” you beg, unable to find the strength to continue your game of teasing for the sight in front of you is just too beautiful.

“Ah…but what about what I want? Come here,” she demands firmly with a hard look up and down at you.

You climb onto her lap again just for her to lay you down on your back. Your head rests on the arm of your couch and she gets in between your legs only to discover that you’re not wearing any underwear. She clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she gazes at your wet cunt, she shakes her head with s grin across her face.

“You know me too well, already.” She mutters before taking not even a minute to shove two of her fingers inside you.

With her mechanical arm she’s holding your thighs apart, the grip is cold and firm but the temperature difference to the heat of your body soothes you. You thrust your head back, her fingers are much longer and larger than yours and you can feel it.

“Such a pretty little thing, aren’t you? So wet for me…you want me to fuck that beautiful face of yours, don’t you?” She teases and you nod as fast as ever while your back arches up off the couch.

She can’t help but grin as she watches your hips buck to her touch. You’re practically aching for her, she shoves in a third finger without warning and you whimper under her. Her eyes flicker wide for a moment, finding pleasure in hearing you whimpering. You roll your eyes back, feeling pleasured to a degree you’d never been pushed to before. In a moments notice she switches her fingers, her cold mechanical fingers slide into you, three of them and her other hand grips your thigh.

The cold feeling made you shudder with complete bliss. With your customers, you’d scarcely finished with them but with Sevika you already felt as though you were going to cum. You couldn’t even get your words out, you were a whining moaning mess. Your silk nightgown was ruffled at your hips, leaving your cunt completely exposed to her. The coldness from the metal of the mechanical arm pleasured you beyond measure.

Your thighs fought close as your hips bucked but she allowed none of that. She figured that was your tell as you came close to finishing but she wasn’t done with you. A second later and you felt her swollen clit against your mouth. She was thrusting her cunt into your mouth while your mechanical arm was reaching back to keep her fingers sliding in and out of you. She steadied herself with her hand on the back of the couch as she bucked her hips repeatedly. You wrapped your arms around her thighs and took the opportunity to suck on her swollen clit.

Your moans only came out muffled as she drowned you in the wetness between her thighs.

“Fuck! Just like that,” she grunts aggressively, thrashing her hips roughly and messily.

Her muscular build weighs on you but you don’t care, you don’t let it stop you from indulging in the sweetness on your tongue. You shove your tongue inside her, forcing it inside her until she tosses her head back in response. You can dee her muscles flexing as she holds on to the couch and her nipples remain rock hard through her tank top.

“So fuckin’ good with your tongue baby. You like that? You like having your face fucked?!” She praises and you can only nod quickly, not pulling your mouth off her for a second.

She slides her fingers out of you and instead grips the top of your head, nestiling her fingers in your hair that’s been messed up from the couch. She holds onto you as she thrust her hips against your mouth. You’re not given a single second to breathe but the taste and feeling alone brings you to your climax. Your breath hitches as she moves faster, aching to reach her climax as well.

You finish with the taste of her on your tongue, your own legs jolting with the sensation she brings you. Your hips buck up into the air as your back arches up a little but she doesn’t allow you to rest. She keeps going until she’s satisfied. Her brows furrow as she looks down at you and bites down on her bottom lip while grunting. Your suck on her swollen clit, pulling at it until the taste is practically imbedded in your tongue.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She groans out loudly, she bites down with her head tossed back as she begins to cum.

Your tongue lapping at her cunts to soak up every bit of cum she releases and you’ve never tased anything better. Your own cum is dribbling down onto the couch while hers is dribbling down into your mouth. She pants with her chest rising and sinking dramatically, her eyes open again and she waits until you’ve licked up every drop before she lifts herself up off your mouth.

From pocket on her shirt she pulls out a cigar and a lighter as she slumps down next to you on the couch. She places the cigar in her mouth and lights it with a slight pant and she comes down from the high you brought her too. Without a word, she turns her head over to you and reached her arm out. She drags you across the couch and pulls you onto her lap as she smokes.

All before she slides in a finger with you on her lap and the lit cigar in her mouth…taking you right back to the pleasure you so desperately found only with her.

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[achilles-rage]

Texting Your Boyfriend Evan Buckley (part 2)

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

Love That Burns ~ Ending 2 ~ 59

LOVE THAT BURNS MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 2,500ish

Summary: Wade forces the group into a therapy session.

Warning(s): talk of death, sadness

Notes: I hope this isn't total trash. I think I completely overthought this chapter... Please share reactions! 

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“Now,” Wade drawled, “who wants to get started?”

“Wade, forcing us to talk—“

“Is just want we all need,” Wade cut you off.

“You can’t keep us in here for long,” Logan retorted.

“Actually, I can since we can order anything from our phones. So, once again, who wants to go first?”

The silence was thick that followed. Your head hung as you wrung your hands together. Laura eyed you nervously while Logan leaned back against the wall, arms folded over his chest as he glared at Wade. Wade kept himself against the apartment door, twirling one of his golden guns.

“I could always start,” Wade broke the silence, “but I’m sure my story is not the one that needed here. We can do spin the bottle to decide or nose goes or—“

“Wade, stop,” you requested. 

You looked up at Wade with tears in your eyes, immediately putting Logan and Laura on edge. You almost had no control over your powers anymore. The slightest change in your emotions could be extremely dangerous for you.

“Don’t do this,” you pled. 

“Sorry, Buttercup,” Wade said with a simple shrug. “I’m just doing what has to be done. It’s what’s best for all of us… Wow. I’m really turning into the true hero type.”

Another wave of tense silence crashed over the apartment. But, as usual, Wade couldn’t stand silence for long.

“Maybe we should start with what happened on our way home from work,” he stated, a seriousness to his tone.

“I knew something happened,” Logan muttered.

“I was not a big deal,” you said, unable to look anyone in the eye.

Wade scoffed. “I had to scare off a drunk man who you clearly had a run in before.”

“What type of run in?” Laura asked.

“Well, he said that she burnt his jacket.”

“The night you came home with your hands burnt,” Logan whispered, putting the pieces together. 

“The man was clearly hitting on her and wanting more—“

“Enough, Wade,” you said, trying to keep yourself together. “Enough… I handled it then and I could have handled it tonight.”

“You shouldn’t be handling anything when it comes to your powers anymore, mom,” Laura said. “It’s too risky.”

You clenched your hands as they began to tremble slightly. Laura’s eyes fell to your hands as she began to worry about what your powers might do. Logan watched as Laura’s concern grew and could sense that you were growing more emotional. He pushed himself off of the wall and headed into the kitchen. 

“Don’t think you can get out of the fire escape, Peanut!” Wade shouted after him. “I will chase you down and we will have a repeat of the Honda Odyssey on our hands. But this time with witnesses. I’m sure that our Little Flame would love that.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Logan muttered. He grabbed the water pitcher from the fridge, a cup, and a few towels before heading back into the living area. He set the items down on the coffee table in front of you. “Here. Just in case.”

You looked up at him, unable to stop the few tears that escaped your eyes. “Why? Why you do try to take care of me? You don’t… we barely know each other.”

“I… I’m trying to do better.”

“Better? For who? For you? For… for the m you lost? I… I can’t be a replacement, Logan. Just like you can’t be for me.”

He shook his head. “That’s not it. You’re not a replacement and I’m not trying to be one for you… It’s… Yes, it’s a second chance in a way. This whole fucking new world is. And it’s not easy. But I’m trying to prove to you, to Laura, to Wade, to myself that I made the right choice by not following my instinct and walking away… Nothing good happens when I stay, but nothing good happens when I walk away.”

“I still don’t fully understand, Logan.”

Logan sighed. “Then… I guess I need to start from the beginning… I walked away from my version of you more times than I could count… I meet you for the first time when I first got to the mansion. I guess Wade would call the relationships an enemies to lovers. You didn’t trust me.” He smirked as he remembered his original you. “You were fiery and beautiful… and once I had your trust, you believed in me more than I have ever believed in myself… But I kept getting scared and I kept running. Every time I expected you to be there waiting for me to come back. I could see how much it was hurting you, you even fought me on it, but I continued to do it… Until one day, I came back after one of my longer stretches away and you had started something up with Hank.”

“Oh! Beastie getting some action,” Wade commented. You and Logan shot him a glare. “Okay, okay. I’ll remain silent over here.” Wade pulled out a small notebook and pen from his Deadpool suit. “Don’t mind me, just taking notes. Please continue.”

Logan moved his jaw around, trying to get back in a place where he could continue talking. “I confronted you about it and you put me in my place. But it still didn’t stop me from being an idiot… I left for the bar that night—“

“I know what happened,” you interrupted him. “You don’t have to say it again.”

“Yes, I do.” He met your gaze. You could see the seriousness in it and the sadness and guilt. “I do… You tried to get me not to leave… You called out for me, trying to get me to stay permanently… But I left anyway… I was drunk. More drunk than I ever have been… I only returned because I could smell the smoke… I knew it like the back of my hand. And I ran. But I got there too late… Flames were everywhere… students were dead… The X-Men piled like wood and burning… Hank had tried to save you… That much was clear. But he died trying… And you had died trying to save everyone else. I killed everyone who killed them and then some… This asshole,” Logan motioned towards Wade, “allowed me to have a second chance to be a better man… To be an X-Man—The X-Man. Yes, you’re here and you look like her, but you aren’t her and I am not trying to replace her with you… I just don’t want to lose what I’ve found. But I know that you’re struggling, seeing me. I know that I remind you of your husband. So, if my presence is only making things worse, I will walk away. Just say the word and you’ll never have to look at me ever again.”

“I don’t want that,” you whispered, shaking your head slightly. “I’m just… it’s hard… you look like him, but you’re not him. And seeing you has me realizing that I never fully grieved the loss of my husband—my family… On top of it all, my powers are dying—perhaps even killing me— and the only person I know can fix it, I’m not allowed to go near. I’m back in a year I’ve already lived, knowing that my past self and my husband are happily living not too far from here. It’s rough and I don’t want to burden anyone with my problems.”

“You’re not a burden, mom,” Laura said.

You shot her a watery smile as you reached over and grasped onto her hand. “Thank you, kiddo.”

“Any of us would do anything for you.”

“Kid’s right,” Logan agreed. 

“Like I told you earlier, Buttercup,” Wade spoke up, “I’ve got you.”

“I don’t want to put you guys out—“ You cut yourself off as flames began to flicker from your fingers. “Damn it.”

Laura took a towel and dipped it into the water. “Give me your hands, mom,” she requested.

You looked away as you offered her your hands. Laura gently wrapped your hands in the damp towel. Wade pushed himself off the door, tore off his mask, and sauntered over to you. His hands came up and held your face, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“You will always be my favorite superhero, Ember,” he told you, more sincere than you had ever heard him. “Even more so now. Your strength is more than your powers.”

“I don’t know how to do this… how to be helpless,” you cried.

“You’re not helpless, Buttercup. We’ll figure out your limitations and help you thrive where you can. You’re not one to give up and I’m not going to let you no matter how hard you try to.”

“None of us will,” Logan added.

“Just let us help you, mom,” Laura pled.

You swallowed and nodded. “Okay,” you rasped. “I’ll try.”

Wade pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Good,” he said. “Now, I think it’s time for a group hug!”

You laughed as Wade pulled you in for a hug and quickly reached behind you. He pulled Laura over who quickly joined the hug.

“Come on, Peanut!” Wade called, waving him over. 

“No,” Logan shook his head. 

“Come on, Logan,” you urged, glancing over at him. 

Logan’s eyes flickered from yours to Laura’s, who he could tell was hesitant but wondering if he was going to go through with it. “Fine,” Logan gave in and came over. 

Wade was quick to pull him in and the four of you hugged. It was a nice, weird family moment, but very much needed.

~~~

It was quickly decided that you were no longer allowed to walk home from work alone. Either Logan or Wade would be there with you or, in certain circumstances, Laura. Wade also insisted that you never work late on Thursdays and that becomes movie night. You were willing to make it work, though Logan wasn’t as big of a fan. You were forced to pinky swear with Wade that you would be honest when you weren’t feeling well, emotionally and physically. You quickly told everyone else that they had to do the same thing. 

As the days and weeks went by, it became easier for you to allow yourself to ask for help and let yourself be helped. Though, there were still times you wanted to hide away, you pushed through with the help of your make shift family. 

Unbeknownst to you, Laura, Wade, and Logan had teamed up to try to find you some help. Whether that help would be a telepath to reverse the damage that Charles had done or someone that could ease the pain that your powers now caused. Wade kept pushing for another multiverse adventure, but Logan and Laura were insistent that there had to be a solution nearby.

The summer flew by faster than you would like. It was late August now and you were getting your apartment set up for tonight’s movie night. Logan got off work early and got cleaned up before heading over to your place.

“Y/N?” He called as he entered the apartment.

“I’ll be right out!” You shouted from down the hall.

Logan entered the apartment fully and shut the door. “Are you alright?” 

“I’m fine,” you appeared in the living room with a few blankets draped over your arms. “Just grabbing these.”

“I can take those.” Logan grabbed the blankets and pulled them from you.

“Thanks. I’m gonna finish up dinner.”

“Need any help?���

You looked back at him with a smile. “Sure.”

Logan’s brows furrowed as he turned to set the blankets on the couch. Something stirred inside him when you smiled at him. You smiling at him wasn’t a new concept, but there was something new that sparked within him. He shook the confusion off and headed into the kitchen where you were working at the stove. You could sense him behind you causing you to quickly grab a spoon and scoop up what you were cooking.

“Here,” you turned to him. “Try this.” Before Logan could protest, the spoon was slipped between his lips. “What do you think?”

Logan took the spoon from your grasp, something shooting inside of him like a bolt of lightning as his fingers grazed your hand. “It’s wonderful, doll.”

“Really? What a relief! I’m trying a new recipe and I didn’t know if you would like it.”

“Didn’t know if I would like it?”

You shrugged, turning back to the food. “You are the pickiest one out of all of us. Wade will eat anything and I already know which foods to avoid with Laura, you’re the one I’m still figuring out.”

Logan’s insides warmed at the thought of you worrying if he’d like what you made. It was pretty sure that he’d eat anything you made. “Well, I—“

“Mom! Mom!” Laura came bursting through the door with Wade hot on her tail.

“What is it?” You asked, hurrying from the kitchen with Logan. “Is something wrong?”

“I finished!”

“Our Little Wolf here got her GED!” Wade exclaimed.

“Oh, kiddo!” You rushed over and pulled her in for a hug. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Good job, kid,” Logan congratulated. 

“Thanks,” Laura responded with a smile. 

“So what colleges are we going to try for?” Wade asked. “I’m sure me and Peanut can scare some Ivy League schools into admitting you.”

Laura shook her head. “I’m not applying anywhere. I can’t leave, mom.”

“Sweetie,” you breathed out, taking her head in your hands, “if you want to go to college, I cannot be the thing that stops you. You need to live your life despite what’s happening with me. Do you want to go to college?”

“Yes.”

“Then we will apply wherever you want to and we will figure out the rest when the time comes. Okay?”

“Okay.” Laura pulled you in for another hug. “I love you, mom. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

“I love you too kiddo.”

Logan smiled at the sight of the two of you. He was always amazed at how you had raised Laura and the connection the two of you had. 

Wade caught the look that Logan was giving you and smirked. He knew that it was only a matter of time before one of you sparked feelings and he wasn’t surprised Logan was first. Wade had traveled through multiple universes and had seen that every Wolverine had an Ember in some way or another, like they were drawn together with an invisible string. And despite you and Logan having previous versions of each other, Wade had an inkling that the two of you were also meant to be. Wade walked over to Logan and nudged his side.

“Hey, Romeo,” Wade whispered. “I think it’s time to start making the moves.”

Logan scoffed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He turned on his heel and went back into the kitchen.

Wade laughed. “Oh, the fun has just begun.”

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[winchesterwild78]

Second Take pt 2

Master List

Characters: Jensen x Reader (exs), Karl Urban, Eric Kripke, other characters from the set of The Boys

Warnings: Angst, Mention of loss of pregnancy, kinda infidelity, smutish.

A/N: Jensen and Reader confront their past in this chapter. The fallout from their kiss is still lingering and Danneel takes responsibility for her actions.

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Jensen nodded and Eric walked away. Jensen took a steady breath and knocked on the door. “Hey, sweetheart, can I come in?” 

I stood in stunned silence. The door opened, “Y/N, are you in here?” “Yeah I’m here. Jensen, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Danneel?” 

He walked in and closed the door. “Y/N, I’m where I need to be. We need to talk about everything. Danneel is going to the hotel. I’ll go talk to her later.” 

He walked up to me and turned my face to him. He looked at the side of my face where Danneel slapped me. It was still red and starting to bruise. “God, I’m so sorry. She had no right to slap you.” 

I pulled away from him. Being in his arms was too much. “No, Jensen. She had every right to. I kissed her husband.” 

“No, she’s a fucking hypocrite. She kissed me on set all those years ago, unscripted and that’s how things started between us. So her slapping you is bullshit.” 

I looked at him in shock. I’d never known what happened and part of me wanted to stay in the dark. 

Eric was right, however. Jensen and I needed to talk about everything. 

“Jens I’m going home. If you want to talk you’re welcome to come over. I’m exhausted and Eric told me to go home.” 

Jensen cupped my face and placed a soft kiss on my cheek. “I’ll be there.” 

Our eyes locked on each other and time stood still. My heart was beating wildly in my chest and my mind began to spin. I wanted to be his again. I wanted to tell him about our baby, how for the past 13 years no one has ever measured up to him and how no one ever will. I just looked at him and softly smiled. 

Jensen left and I grabbed my stuff and headed home. 

About 10 minutes after I got home there was a knock on the door. It was Jensen. I opened the door and let him in. 

Walking in he looked around, “The place looks great, Y/N. I see you still have the table.” 

He smirked looking over at the small wooden table in the kitchen. I smiled thinking about all the wonderful memories we shared with that table. 

The day we bought it in the middle of a snowstorm, the meals we shared, and even the day he bent me over it and took me so good I climaxed three times. 

My cheeks flushed red, “Yeah, it’s a good table. Can I get you something to drink, beer, soda, water?” 

“I’ll have a beer.” I nodded and grabbed two beers from the fridge. 

He shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the chair. Then he sat on the couch. 

I handed him a beer and sat down across from him. 

Silence filled the room. I wasn’t sure where to start. “Jens, I’m sorry for causing problems for you and Danneel. I respect you and your marriage. I’m not trying to come between you two. You made your decision years ago and I live with it. I’ll keep things professional. I promise.” 

“Y/N, my marriage isn’t as perfect as everyone thinks. We’ve been having problems since before JJ was born. We almost divorced and then she ended up pregnant with the twins. I couldn’t leave her right after finding out she was pregnant again. We’ve been drifting apart ever since. I meant what I said to you yesterday, I never cheated on you. She kissed me on set and it wasn’t in the script. They loved it so much they wrote it in. Every time we did the take she would add something different to it and caused us to have to do another take. We started making out during one take and things heated up.” 

As he continued to talk I felt the sting of tears prick my eyes. My stomach was in knots and I felt like I was going to be sick. 

“I pushed her away and left for the day. I went to the bar and drank. I didn’t know what to do about the feelings I started to develop for her. I felt guilty about the scene, kissing her and making out with her. I came home and just needed space to figure it out. When I saw you so broken it killed me. I betrayed you so I let you think I cheated. I figured it would be easier for you to move on. It was stupid. I was stupid, because if I’m being honest I never moved on. Every single day I’ve thought about you. My wedding day I had to get drunk just to get through it. It should have been you there with me, not her. You should have given birth to my children.”

The tears I held back fell down my cheeks. Jensen sat his beer down and grabbed mine, placing it on the coffee table. His hands found my face. I leaned into his touch as he brushed the tears away. 

“Jens, why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you fight for us? I would have understood. Sure it would have hurt, but nothing compared to this. I’ve spent 13 years not feeling like I’m enough. Like I’m not worthy of being loved. Jens I have to tell you something. You’re probably going to hate me, but I’m prepared for that. I’ve already lost you, so it’s not like I can lose you again. The day you left, that morning I went to the doctor. I found out I was pregnant. I had a dinner planned and I even bought a onesie that had “Dean Winchester is my Daddy” printed on it. I had it wrapped and I was planning on giving it to you that night. Then you left. About a month later I lost the baby. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, and I’m so sorry I lost our baby. I tried everything to keep them safe but I couldn’t even do that. I’m glad you got the babies you deserve.”

Jensen leaned in and his lips ghosted over mine. “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.” My mind spun. I wanted him, I needed him, but he was married. I couldn’t do that to her, to his children. 

I placed my hands on his chest, “Jens, we have to stop. God I don’t want to, but I can’t do this to her or your children.” He leaned back and shook his head, “I understand sweetheart.” 

“Jensen, I don’t know where this leaves us. I’m still in love with you, so deeply in love with you, but I won’t be the other woman. I’m not going to make you or ask you to choose between me and your wife. I won’t take you away from your children, Jensen.”

Jensen cupped my face, “God you’re incredible. I’m sorry I left you alone in everything. I should have been there when you lost the baby. I’m still in love with you too. I never stopped loving you. I need to head to the hotel and talk to D, but I want to come back and finish talking to you.” He placed a soft kiss on my forehead and pulled me up as he stood. Pulling me flush to his chest. I inhaled his scent, that scent that is distinctly Jensen.

I didn’t want to let him go. He pulled back and looked in my eyes, “Baby, I’ll be back. I promise.”

I nodded and walked Jensen to the door. He pulled on his jacket and turned towards the door. My heart hammered in my chest. Screaming at me to not let him go, to beg him to stay and choose me for once. My mind kept telling me to let him go, to let him go back to his wife.

His hand on the doorknob I took a deep breath. I grabbed his arm, “Jens wait!” He turned around and we both closed the distance between each other. His hands in my hair and our lips crashing together. Our tongues fought for dominance and the kiss was deep, full of passion and need.

When we finally pulled away our chests were heaving, gasping for air. His eyes dark with lust, mine just as dark. He grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him, his lips on mine again. Our moans filled the air as his hands went under my ass and pulled me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried us to the couch. 

Jensen laid me down and hovered over me, “God you’re so beautiful. Baby I need you.” “I need you too, Jensen.” “Are you sure?” I nodded yes. 

I knew it was wrong, he knew it was wrong, but we couldn’t stop. 

Our lips were connected again. The kiss grew needier as Jensen’s hands ran up my shirt. I arched my back and moaned his name. Jensen leaned forward and took off his shirt. I bit my lip, god I forgot how incredible he looked. 

My hands ran up his chest as I grabbed his biceps. “Let’s go to the bedroom, Jensen. I need you, all of you.” Jensen climbed off the couch and pulled me up. I giggled as he pulled me flush to his chest. We started walking down the hallway, the anticipation building. Consequences be damned. Jensen and I tumbled onto the bed and he wrapped his arms around me. “I love you, Y/N. So much.” I smiled. For the first time in years I actually believed someone loved me, “I love you too, Jensen.” Our lips found each other again in a heated kiss. Jensen had removed my shirt, leaving just my bra, his lips trailing down my body. I tried to cover myself. It had been 13 years since he last saw me naked, and my body had definitely changed. “No, don’t hide yourself. You’re beautiful, I love these curves and fuck, these breasts are so supple” 

His lips continued down my body and he found his way to my pants. His eyes looked up at mine and I nodded. He slid my pants off and growled. I could see his erection through his pants and my walls clenched around nothing. I could still remember the way he felt, how he stretched and filled me up. How his hands and lips explored my body. 

I can still remember the way his tongue licked and sucked my nipples and how it felt when he ate me out like a man starved. He was very skilled with his tongue and his pouty lips. 

I could feel my arousal pooling in my panties as my mind remembered how he felt, how we felt when we made love. His fingers hooked the waistband of my panties and he pulled them down. 

My breath hitched as I felt the cool air fan over my wetness. Jensen used his legs to spread mine. “Damn baby, you’re already soaked. So ready for me.” He smirked. 

Jensen leaned forward and kissed my lips and I felt his erection pressing firmly against my thigh. Jensen leaned back and was positioning himself in between my legs. Laying on his belly I felt his hot breath across my exposed pussy. His fingers parted my lips and I gasped. “I can’t wait to taste you again. It’s been too long. As Jensen licked a strip up to my engorged clit I let out a moan and the shrill sound of his phone interrupted us. 

Jensen leaned up, “Fuck! He stood up and grabbed his phone. I grabbed the sheet and covered myself up. He looked at his phone and groaned. “Sorry baby, I have to take this.” I nodded as he walked out of the room. I looked at myself, naked and about to have sex with a married man. 

The shame crashed down on me. I quickly grabbed my clothes and put them on. Walking into the living room I heard him on the phone with Danneel. My heart clenched in my chest. 

“Yes, I’ll be there soon. I agree, we have a lot to talk about. Okay, bye.” He spun around and saw me standing there dressed, “Baby what are you doing?” “We can’t do this Jensen. You’re married. I can’t be the other woman. I want to be the only woman, I deserve that.” 

Jensen cupped my face, “Yes you do, baby. I’m telling her tonight I want a divorce. I don’t love her anymore. I haven't for a long time, and if I’m being honest I never loved her like I do you. I choose you, and only you.”

“Jensen, what about your kids? I can’t be the cause of you not being able to see them.” “Sweetheart, don’t worry about that. It won’t come to that, I promise. Please believe me I will find a way to make you happy again, give you that life we talked about and I’ll still have my kids in my life.” 

I nodded. He kissed my lips, grabbed his shirt and put it on followed by his jacket. “Can I come back later?” I nodded, “I’d like that, Jensen.” He pulled me into his arms and held me, kissed me again and we said our goodbyes. 

I took a deep breath and let it out. I felt like the pain from the last 13 years was starting to ease. It was still there, but I felt like we were starting to heal. 

Guilt crept in as I thought about Danneel and the kids, but I had to trust that Jensen knew how to handle everything. I was still deeply in love with him, and he was still in love with me. 

Jensen sent me a text when he got to the hotel.

Jensen: Hey baby. I’m at the hotel, I’ll text when I leave. I love you.

Me: Okay. I love you too, Jensen.

Jensen walked in the hotel room to find Danneel sitting on the couch. She looked at Jensen and he looked at her. “Hey, thanks for coming. We need to talk.”

Jensen nodded “I agree.” Jensen sat down in the chair across the room. “So where should we begin?” Jensen asked. Danneel took a deep breath, “Is she okay?” 

Jensen was stunned by the question, “What?” “Is Y/N okay? I don’t know what came over me. I never should have slapped her.” 

Jensen nodded, “Yeah, she’s okay. It’s going to bruise a little, but she’s okay.” Danneel shook her head. 

“Jensen, where do we go from here? You’re not happy, I’m not happy. We haven’t been in a really long time.” “I agree. D, I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t want anything to keep my kids from me.”

“Do you love her?” Jensen looked at Danneel and nodded, “Yes I do. I never stopped. I’m sorry.” “Did you ever love me?” “Yes, I did, it was just different, and I’ll always love you as the mother of my children. No matter what happens between us, no one will take that away from you.”

Danneel took a deep breath, “This has been a long time coming hasn’t it? Things haven’t been good between us since before JJ was born. We were fooling ourselves. Jens, I’m sorry.” 

Jensen stood and sat beside Danneel, “Hey, no don’t do that. It wasn’t all bad. We have three beautiful children together, and there were happier times.” She nodded, “Jens, I think we are better off as friends. I love you, but I’m not in love with you, and I know you’re in love with her. I’m not mad. I get it. The two of you were supposed to get married before I came along.”

“D, I agree. I think we are better off as friends. Don’t worry about anything. The kids will always be taken care of. You have my word. I’ll come see them, take them when I can. They will always be my first priority.” 

She nodded, “Do you think you can tell Y/N I’m sorry for everything.” Jensen nodded, “Yeah I can do that.” Jensen and Danneel stood. She looked at Jensen and sadly smiled, “I guess this is goodbye.” “Yeah, I think it is.” He pulled her in for a hug, “I do love you D.” “I know Jensen, and I love you too, but it’s not enough when you’re not in love anymore. I’d rather split as friends than wait and split as enemies.” 

“I’m going to fly back home tomorrow. I’ll wait to tell the kids until you’re back and we can tell them together.” Jensen nodded. He walked in the bedroom and packed a bag, “You stay here tonight.” 

As Jensen put his hand on the door Danneel called to him, “Hey Jens, go get your girl.” Jensen smiled and nodded as he walked out the door.

Stepping in the elevator he pulled out his phone to send a text.

Jensen: Hey baby. I’m coming over, everything is done.

Me: Hey. Are you okay?

Jensen: Yeah, it went better than I thought it would. I’ll tell you all about it when I get there. I love you!

Me: I’ll be waiting, and I love you too.

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[mybworlds]

Part of your world

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x f!reader

Warnings: use of you, you’re a mermaid, I won't give any details except for nice long legs and very long hair, nudity, violence (a little?), use of both pov. If I missed smt please let me know.

Summary: Marcus Acacius and you meet. You immediately catch his attention, including Geta's.

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A/N Thank you so much for the amount of love and support, it means a lot. It's a very long chapter, sorry, guys so take your time 🙏🏼 Likes, comments and reblogs are not mandatory, but very appreciated! ❤️

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That night Marcus lies on his side with one hand under his cheek, staring out of his bedroom window at the star-filled sky. He didn't sleep a wink. He tossed and turned in bed several times, but the god of sleep wasn't on his side that night.

Tired of not being able to sleep, at the first light of dawn, Marcus puts on his tunic again and sneaks off to the beach. Luckily none of his servants are awake yet or else at least a couple would have run to his side preventing him from being alone for a while.

The sand is still cold at that hour, the wind barely ruffles his hair and dress, the sea is barely choppy. It's a picture of heaven and Marcus needs something like this to help him relax and keep the anxiety and fear in the pit of his stomach at bay.

The man thinks back to the previous evening. It went well, but inevitably he and Lucilla discussed their future union. She accepts it, but with rules. She wants to be able to continue being who she is, she wants to enjoy her birth privileges and she wants to be able to defend her ideas, whatever they may be. She knows that theirs is only a political union and that there will certainly never be any kind of emotional involvement between them and that they will probably not see each other except during the first night of their wedding, then everyone will do their part certainly, but without any other type of obligation. Marcus then told her that the two emperors suspect she is conspiring against them, but he did so with the intent of warning her not to expose herself too much. The woman maintained a composed calm, telling him that she would do everything discreetly and that he had no reason to fear for her or for himself as her husband.

Marcus can't help but feel forced to endure all of this. The truth is that he doesn't care about politics, marriage and all that. He just wants to be free and fight for his ideals of freedom and justice, but no one seems to care about these values. Everyone seems to have forgotten them and this always makes him feel out of place.

He sighs sadly when something, or rather someone, catches his attention: it's a girl, she's lying on her side, her hair falls partly on her face, on her shoulders, along her back covering her nakedness. She is still partly hidden among the waves of the sea that wet her exposed skin and make some locks of her hair wave. He quickly approaches, lifting her into his arms and carrying her a little further from the shore.

When they are far enough away, he sits on his knees in the wet sand, brushes her hair away from her face, and recognizes you. Anyone could have understood his astonishment at seeing the same girl from Sicily, the girl he himself had tried in vain to find when he was still there, the young woman who had saved him from the fury of the sea and then disappeared, now close to his home.

“Hey,” He shakes you gently before placing his cloak over your body “can you hear me? Wake up,” he asks brushing your hair away from your face and taking a long moment to gaze at you as if bewitched by your beauty.

You open and close your eyes over and over again, finally managing to keep them open and almost jump when you realize you're in his arms. You look scared.

“Hey, hey, calm down. It’s okay,” Acacius tells you, holding you against him “How did you find me? Did you... Did you follow me or something?” he asks you, then reminds you that you don’t understand him. “Oh, yeah, sorry, you and I don’t understand each other. Um, maybe I can try asking one of my servants if he can make himself understood by you or…”

“It's not necessary,” you mutter and Acacius frowns even more. So, you pretended not to understand? Why?

You sit down, moving slightly away from him and with your gaze you search for something, it's an old vial full of encrusted algae and with a strange liquid inside. You immediately grab it, holding it in your hands as if it were a precious treasure.

“So, can you talk?” he asks you using a surprised and suspicious tone. You nod, “Why didn’t you talk to me when we first met?” he asks you.

You look down for a moment, then look up again, “I was scared.” You whisper, “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no. Don't be.” You and him remain silent for a while, he doesn't mind staying in your company even if it's silent, then he remembers that you're naked and that you're probably freezing “Oh, forgive me. I'm such a fool. Come inside. I'll have you draw a hot bath and then you'll tell me how you got here." he adds, standing up and offering you his hand to help you to get up. You grab his hand, but after a few moments you pull it back and look at him scared, “What is it?” he asks you.

“N — nothing.” he sees you swallow and then look into his eyes, you seem worried and agitated by who knows what. Maybe you don't want to tell him how you found him or you don't trust him enough to do so.

“If you don't want to tell me how you got here, that's fine. Don't worry. I'll listen to you whenever you want. Okay?” You nod, relaxing your shoulders and he also finds himself nodding his head and then make your way to his villa.

He sees you squeeze the bottle, who knows what it is! Maybe when you feel more at ease you'll tell him about it.

As you get closer to his villa, you do nothing but walk with your chin up, your eyes wide open and a big smile on your lips. It's Marcus who invites you to be careful where you put your feet, to climb this step now or not to put your feet in the ground when you are in the peristylium. It seems like you've never seen anything because you keep running from one corner of the house to another, touching the marble columns, jumping when you set your feet on the tiles.

“You have a beautiful house.” you tell him turning around and observing the splendid inlays and busts on the sides “Why do you have heads in the garden?” you ask him, frowning.

Marcus smiles, “They’re busts of my ancestors. They’re statues, they’re not real,” he explains.

“Oh,” you say in a whisper. You look into his eyes and your gaze seems to almost want to read him inside. He, who has seen so much, met and crossed so many glances, can barely stand yours.

“Have you never seen one?” he asks, his gaze wandering from you to a bust of a distant ancestor of his.

You shake your head, “I saw some drawings though,” you say, running a finger along the outline of the sculpture.

Marcus starts walking again and you follow him, turning your head from one side to the other as if you don't want to miss even a single detail of what you see.

“Are you hungry?” he asks you. “After your bath I’ll have a big meal prepared for you, if you wish.”

You don't answer him, you're a few steps behind and you're as if enraptured by what you see. You seem incredulous and so absorbed, you have such a beautiful and unique look that you almost seem like a creature from another world.

“Are you okay?” he asks, reaching out to you and moving his gaze in the direction your gaze is directed. The man immediately understands what has intrigued you and perhaps even scared you a little: it’s a statue of him.

He doesn't like it at all. He doesn't recognize himself in that representation, too pompous and proud. If it had been up to him, he would have let it sink into the abyss, but it's a gift from the emperors and doing so would mean causing them a grave offence, so Marcus keeps it there in his villa.

“I don’t like it. That’s not me,” Acacius confesses to you with a sad sigh.

“Instead, it’s beautiful. I mean, you are beautiful, not the statue. The statue is an object. You are here and you are real.” You tell him, catching his attention and making him smile slightly. You are sincere and this is a rare and unique quality.

“Thank you for your words. It means a lot to me.” he tells you, making to take your hand in a completely spontaneous gesture, but you pull away almost scared and so he desists, clearing his throat “Sorry.”

You shake slowly, “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to be rude, but...” you say, tightening your cloak.

“Don’t worry. I’ll call my servant now who will help you take a hot bath, help you dry off, and then help you find a dress that fits you,” the man informs you.

“Maybe I can do it myself,” you suggest as the man starts walking again. “I don’t want to disturb you or anyone else.”

Marcus smiles. Again.

“It’s a joy to help you and even if I don’t agree, slaves are there for this, to do what we don’t do.”

“If you don’t share, why don’t you free them?” you ask, tilting your head to the side as you pause in the hallway.

“It’s complicated. Wait here. I’ll send someone to help you.” He says, giving you one last look. “See you later.”

You didn't think that potion would hurt you so much, your throat felt like it was closing up, you almost felt like you were suffocating, then your legs started to shake, you did everything you could to resist and not give in, in the end the pain got the better of you and you fainted.

Finding Marcus, the man for whom you did all this, fills you with joy when you wake up, even if you haven't been able to express it as you would have liked.

You immediately felt overwhelmed by a myriad of emotions, enthusiasm and fear at the same time, his hands are so warm, calloused, big, you can feel them full of cuts, who knows if they were inflicted in battle... just as you are thinking this, a terrifying image appears before your eyes, he’s covered in blood, there’s a large cut right next to one eyebrow from which blood is gushing, he has in his hands a sword also stained with blood. He’s lying on the ground on what looks like sand, you see him breathing heavily and then that terrible scene disappears as it appeared. The General looks at you perplexed, while you are shaken by the shivers and fear of what you have just seen.

He’s so kind, so hospitable, it seems impossible to reconcile his sweetness with the violent image that has just appeared before your eyes or those you have seen previously.

His servants are very polite and curious, they insistently ask you where you are from as your accent is unknown to them. You procrastinate, asking now about this, now about that. As they explain to you the various things that surround you and their usefulness, you realize that what you have read or your aunt's words have not fully conveyed what you are seeing and feeling. It's all much more.

A maid insists on braiding your hair into a high bun, but you protest so much and avoid that thing she calls a comb that in the end you give up and leave it loose. She also wanted to make you wear a dress that was the color of the sea, but instead you were struck by another one that was white like sea foam.

When you're finally alone, you walk over to your bed and sink into it. Oh, it's so soft and warm. Your bed at home was a giant oyster, it was nice and cozy, but this on earth is much better!

You open and close your eyes several times, you feel exhausted, but happy. You are under his roof, you have spoken to him, he knows you exist. These are already steps forward. You smile, sighing and relaxing completely, when you open your eyes again the light coming from the candles is very dim, you have fallen into a deep sleep.

You've never slept so much, you wonder if this isn't also an effect of your aunt Mira's potion. You sit down placing your hands on your thighs and then your knees, you have no pain and this is also a sign that the potion is working. Not that you doubted it, but it all still seems so incredible to you!

You look out of one of the many windows in your room, you pull aside the delicate curtain and observe the moon and the many stars that surround it, you are as if enraptured by it, at least until you realize that your room looks out onto the gardens of General Acacius' villa where the statue dedicated to him dominates.

You turn and look at the vial prepared by your aunt and drink a few drops of the potion, as per her instructions, then you decide to hide the vial under the bed in a hidden corner between the wall and the bed so that no one can find it.

Once this is done, you decide to go out and let yourself be caressed by the light wind of that evening, you feel light and yet your heart is heavy as if gripped by a strange sensation. Probably the images that first appeared before your eyes just disturbed you a lot.

You hear footsteps, fast, a very small child with blond curls crying runs in your direction, immediately behind him you see what you imagine is his mother followed by three other women behind them still Acacius.

“Hi,” you greet the red-faced, crying-eyed boy. He stops and looks at you, and you kneel down in front of him, “you’re beautiful, you know? What’s your name?”

“Fas - us,” the little one barks.

You raise your head towards the woman behind the little boy, the woman must be a few years older than you. She has brown hair tied in a braid and the clothes of someone who works in the kitchen judging by the stains, “My lady,” she says to you softly, “his name is Faustus, he's small and cannot yet say it clearly.”

You nod and then smile at the little one, “You really have a beautiful name. Why are you crying?”

“My lady,” the woman intervenes again, “he misses his father.”

“Oh.” you say in a sad whisper “Come here,” you say to the little one, gently holding his little body to yours, “you know, when I was little, I didn't have a dad either. I only had my mother, then when I grew up he came back.” you tell him, while the little one rubs his eyes “Do you want to hear a little song my mother always sang to me when I was little?”

He nods.

You smile and the sweet words, full of hope, love, happiness of your mother's song float in the air enchanting the little one for about a couple of minutes, when you look up, you notice how everyone was fascinated and speechless when they heard that melody. Acacius has a strange light in his eyes, but you don't feel danger or threat, but rather dying to know you, curiosity. His lips then curve upwards and you smile sweetly back.

Little Faustus unexpectedly throws his arms around your neck and for a moment you are paralyzed before returning his sweet embrace.

“My lady,” the woman says, “forgive him, he’s not usually this open with strangers.” She apologizes.

“Oh, no, it’s okay. He's beautiful,” you say, placing a hand on the baby’s little back and closing your eyes, relaxing against his little body.

After a few minutes the baby's breathing normalizes until he moves away from you, you dry a couple of tears that are still wetting his little face and smile at him, he smiles back showing you his tiny teeth making your smile wider.

“My lady, thank you for what you have done,” the woman says, placing her hands on her son’s shoulders. “Faustus, say thank you.”

“Tk you.” he says making you smile.

“Anytime, sweetheart.” you say getting up, while the mother takes the little one by the hand and they walk away followed by the other two women.

You followed them with your gaze, turning in their direction, then you heard a sad sigh behind you and Marcus' slow footsteps approaching you.

“It's a sad story about Faustus and his mother,” the man reveals to you, appearing at your side and keeping his gaze towards the corridor where the group has headed.

“What story?” you ask, your gaze wandering from the man to the hallway.

He hums sadly and then turns his gaze to you, observes your face for a few seconds and then with a serious look he answers you, “I don’t want to disturb your first night, um… You didn’t tell me your name yet.”

You tell him and he repeats it with such sweetness that it seems like music to your ears. You smile at each other.

“Do you want something to eat? Not knowing what you like, I had you prepare meat, fish, fruit, wine... in short, I hope you'll like something.” he tells you, slightly raising his shoulders as if he felt uncomfortable.

You nod, slightly raising the corners of your mouth upwards.

“Okay, let’s go,” he says, pointing to a door behind him with his open palm in a gesture as if to say ladies first.

Marcus can't help but look at your face, your curious eyes zigzagging from one corner to another of the many rooms you pass through until you reach the triclinium, your hands caress and touch everything around you with curiosity. Your eyes seem to see so many things only now for the first time and your beauty touches the divine.

Where do you come from?

Such is your beauty that Marcus can't help but think that you are as beautiful, perfect and unattainable as the gods.

Yes, you must be a goddess sent there by him to enchant and conquer him and he's very happy to be enchanted by your beauty, your voice and the sweetness that shines through in your ways and gestures, as sweet as they are innocent.

“You have a beautiful voice, I've never heard anyone sing like that,” Marcus tells you, as you turn an apple over in your hands curiously, then smell it and smile “It’s an apple,” he adds as if wanting to help you.

You smile sweetly at him, placing the apple back in the basket you took it from, “I know, but I’ve never smelled it before.”

He hums, “I know nothing about you.” The man begins, sitting down on the triclinium “Why don’t you tell me something about yourself?”

“I don’t even know where to start,” you say and from the look on your face and your suddenly downcast eyes, Acacius can tell that you really don’t know what to say to him. You are not lying or stalling for time on how to answer him.

“You told the little one first that you grew up with your mother and then your father came back, is that a true story?” he asks you looking at your face and when you look up he sees them full of a veiled sadness.

“No, or rather that’s how I would have liked it to be. I mean, my mother died when I was about six of your age…” Acacius frowns “I meant six years, I’m tired, sorry.” He nods although he remains perplexed by your statement.

Is it possible that you really are what he saw: a sea creature? He has read about the existence of such creatures, but... No, that's impossible!

He shakes his head as if to rid himself of this absurd thought, “I'm sorry. What about your father?”

You tsk, you shake your head, “He was and still is an overprotective father. He has prevented me from doing so many things in my life.” you say in a bitter tone, then you frown and he follows your gaze, you are looking almost with disgust or perhaps sadness at the prawns or blue fish placed in beautiful ceramic bowls garnished with spices.

“What is it?” he asks you, not understanding your expression.

"Why are you doing this?"

Acacius is perplexed, “Do what?”

“Kill fish, they are defenseless creatures. They did not harm you.” you reply looking him in the eye with disappointment.

“Um, we have to feed ourselves. We would die.” he answers you in a matter-of-fact tone “We don’t do it for fun. Well, some people kill deer or other animals for fun, but mostly to survive.”

You look down, pressing your lips into a straight line, for a few minutes you don't speak, then you speak again, “I’m sorry, I overreacted. Um, you’re… very kind and… it’s so hard for me to reconcile this sweet version of you with the General I saw a while back.”

Marcus sighs, “I don't always like being the General, but I am. And I have duties to perform, sometimes I do things I'm not proud of at all. You know, sometimes it really costs me to be that way.” he confides in you, lowering his head and putting aside the armor he has always used to shield himself during all these years of his life. When he raises his head, he sees you sit down next to him and, in such a sweet and spontaneous gesture, rest your head on his shoulder.

No one had ever done it. No one had ever dared to be so close to him, everyone - he knows it well - fears him, not as much as they fear the Emperors, but he knows that his often hard gaze and his piercing eyes tend to keep everyone away.

“You’re such a sweet creature.” The words come from his heart. Marcus turns his head, “You know, I never get around anyone more than necessary.” he confesses to you by sticking his nose in your hair and inhaling your scent which - perhaps it's just his suggestion - smells of iodine and other perfumes he's never smelled before.

“It’s because you’re a contradictory human,” you reply. “You want someone by your side, but at the same time you keep everyone away.” you just move away from him “You’re scared. Even if you hide it well.”

The man misses a beat when he hears those words and in front of your gaze that seems to read him so deeply, almost scaring him, he who has faced armies and peoples with courage, he who stands up to Emperors albeit politely, is afraid. He doesn't know if it's you or what you were able to bring to light in a few hours, revealing it to his own eyes and intuiting it while spending such a short time with him.

“You are… um, amazing. Yes, I think that’s the right word,” he says, smiling slowly at you. “No one has ever spoken to me like that. Not even my own subordinates.”

“Well, I’m not your subordinate, Marcus,” you reply, smiling at him.

“Do I seem bold to you, if... well, if I tell you that you are beautiful?” your expression changes, but you don't lose your smile, you shake your head slowly, “I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman like you.” You lower your gaze in a split section. “Intuitive, sweet, captivating.” Acacius sighs, “You must be starving, while I look like… well, I want to hit on you.”

You frown, “Hit on me? What does that mean?”

The man smiles as if touched by your innocence, “You don't know anything at all, do you?”

After eating and saying a few words here and there about what this or what that thing is, Marcus — not at all tired or annoyed by your presence, on the contrary more and more curious by your originality — offers you a walk along the seashore.

The sun's rays are getting weaker, the sand is cool at your feet and Marcus for the first time in years and years indulges himself in the luxury of being able to take off that armor that he always wore it with pride, but which from time to time weighs like a millstone. He tells you about himself like he never did before, he even finds himself confiding in you about episodes of his childhood and early adolescence and you smile at him, in that light your eyes seem to shine with pure magic.

Being with you makes him feel lighter. And he likes it. Until then, being with others had been limited to when someone gave him orders or when he himself ordered others to carry out what had been planned for the conquest of this or that land. You're not asking him for anything, you don't want anything. He still hasn't understood why you're there and why with someone like him, but for the first time he chooses not to ask questions, but to accept your mysterious presence as a gift.

You answer a few more of his questions, not because he doesn't have any, but because after so much time he can finally speak freely and not about politics, not about interests, not about the Empire, but about himself and Rome never gives space to all this. You do it and you're a breath of fresh air in his life.

“Marcus?” you say. “Can I ask you something?”

If you look at him that way, you can ask for anything and he will give it to you.

“Tell me.”

“What’s the story of Faustus?” you ask him.

He sighs sadly, “As I told you before, his is a sad story. His mother, Iulia, and her mother were slaves and served the Emperor Septimius Severus. He also treated them well all in all, Iulia grew up knowing what her role was and therefore she learned to stay in her place. In short, she’s a slave and then women... have no freedom of speech or thought.”

“Why?” you ask him and he looks at you.

You are not really a creature of this world!

“Unfortunately, this is how our society works. Men are in charge.”

“And you agree?” you ask him.

He watches the ripples of the sea, “Come let's sit here.” he says to you, stopping not far from the entrance of his villa and sitting on the now completely cold sand. Marcus watches the light summer wind caress your long hair and move it slightly, he then watches the now dark horizon “No. I don't agree at all. You women are everything to this society, you make such an important contribution and not only for the most obvious reason, but you are intelligent, charismatic, and sometimes gifted with an unrivaled wit.”

Marcus really thinks it, he's not just saying it, he really believes it.

“Returning to Iulia, well.. her mother died shortly after the death of the Emperor, he was succeeded by the current Emperors Caracalla and Geta.” Marcus takes a break “They reign according to their own rules and according to their own personal enjoyment, as to this last aspect, well the young Iulia became the object of desire of the young Caracalla and one evening...” Marcus feels his throat tighten as he tells this story out loud, but you asked what the story of the boy you just met is and so he decides to tell you the whole story “he raped her and she got pregnant.��� he hears you holding your breath “His brother Geta covered up what his brother had done and so he entrusted young Iulia to me, taking her away from his brother.”

“And the boy?” you ask him. “Does he know that...?”

“Of course not! His mother told him that his father is away and will return one day, but of course that will never happen.” he explains it to you again and then takes a long, very long break.

“Don’t you like them?” you ask him naively.

“Quiet, sweet girl!” he admonishes you looking around with a worried expression and you imitate his looking around and then find yourself eye to eye with him again “Never, and I mean never, speak ill of them.”

You frown, “What would happen?”

He holds his breath, “You’d die. Whoever opposes them, dies. One way or another.” he replies and your eyes widen in disbelief or probably scared to learn this “I serve them whether I want to or not. I have no say in the matter.” You frown without taking your eyes off his contrite face “Did you think it was different for men?”

“I thought that since you were a General you could do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted,” you admit with a shrug.

He smiles, “It's not that simple,” he's about to take your hand, but then thinks better of it, he doesn't know if you'd like such a touch from him “We men, although we are certainly freer than you women, are still part of Rome and Rome sometimes sucks you in, eats you alive day after day and then spits you out if you are no longer useful.” he sees you swallow and slowly bring your legs closer to your chest “Sometimes I feel like that. Eaten up and then spat out like I don't even have a heart or feelings.” he adds in a murmur.

“Marcus, oh Marcus.” you say and he turns around looking at your saddened face “Why don’t you go away?”

He chuckles, but it's not a happy chuckle, on the contrary. “You know,” he says, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, “with you I'm breathing again after a long, long time and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for reminding me that I am a person before a General.” you smile at him, but he senses that it's an embarrassed smile from this contact so he moves his hand away and places it on his lap “This is who I am. I can neither fight it nor escape from this role.”

You nod and then fearfully place a hand on his, “I wish I could do more for you,” you say, your breath shaking. It's like you're afraid to touch him... why?

“You do, you're already doing it, you know?”

“Really?”

Marcus nods, “You really are the sweetest creature in the world.” He pauses. “I wonder why you chose me, why you're here.” The man sees your skin crease. “Are you cold?”

You shake your head, moving your hand away from him and placing it on your thigh with your head down.

“There's something you're not telling me, right?” You look up and stare into his dark eyes for a long moment before slowly nodding “I already knew that.” You swallow “But, whatever it is,” Marcus gently strokes your arm, “it’s fine with me. You make me human.” your smile widens as if you find what he just said funny “Seriously,” the man insists, “and thank you for listening to me. Your sweetness warms my heart for the first time. You know,” he starts staring at the now completely dark horizon again “the Emperors want me to get married.” he confides in you “I’m not afraid, but I’m forced to do what I don’t want. That’s why, as I told you, you are never completely free even though you are a man.”

You, unexpectedly again, rest your head on his shoulder and this time make an extra gesture that on one hand stops him for a moment, but on the other hand it makes his heart beat so fast, you reach out a hand towards his and squeeze it, intertwining your fingers with his.

If Marcus could, he would marry you.

The next day, you are awakened by the cawing of seagulls and a soft light that filters through the thin curtains that flutter in the summer wind.

You stretch with a smile, sitting in the center of the bed, placing a hand on your legs in a gesture as if to check that they are still there and that you are not dreaming of having them.

So, you wake up humming to yourself ready to live this new day. You don't know what to expect or if Marcus will be there by your side.

Marcus... you think about how sad and lonely his life has been, he has glory and power, but he’s completely alone. No one really rejoices with him, no one talks to him.

For him to confide in you, who have been in his life for less than a day, means that he desperately needed to talk and be heard by someone, anyone, you.

There's a knock at the door, you turn around to see the door open and Iulia enters the room, “Oh, my lady, are you already up?!” she exclaims surprise holding in her hands a tray full of fruit and bread with a strange semi-shiny substance spread on it.

“Iulia?” you call her.

“My lady?”

“Don’t call me that, it makes me uncomfortable,” you tell her, shrugging and revealing your name. She looks at you sympathetically as she places the tray on a table in the center of your room.

“I’m not allowed to do that. The General was very clear,” she replies softly.

You nod, “He treats you well.” It's not a question, it's a statement, she looks at you almost scared “Don't be afraid.” You reassure her by moving closer to her and placing a hand on her shoulder as a sign of understanding and affection and at that moment a series of violent images appear before your eyes: it's Iulia, she's younger, she cries, she's the victim of increasingly cruel pranks by two blond boys, then another cruel and terrifying image appears before your eyes, she’s held tightly by the wrists and then you see a young man with blond curly hair leaning over her, she screams, then the image disappears and another image appears before your eyes of one of the two young blond boys rudely handing over Iulia to a younger Acacius.

You jump, “Are you all right, my lady?” Iulia asks you, noticing your shocked expression. “Do you want a hot bath? You're shaking.” she adds worriedly.

“No. No. I'm fine. Thank you.” You reply, shaking your head as if to erase those images. You don't dare to imagine what it was like to actually live those scenes.

Poor Iulia...

“Come, I'll help you undress, my lady.” Iulia insists, walking towards your bed. You let her take off your nightgown, “You have beautiful skin, if I can dare, my lady.” You smile, but you don’t know what to say to her.

You think about how much she suffered in undergoing what she experienced, but above all in having to also raise a child who is kid out of...

You sigh, maybe your father is right about one thing: humans are strange creatures and some are truly dangerous.

“My lady, did you rest well?” she asks you again kindly.

You give a small smile, “Yes, thank you. I don't think I've ever slept so soundly.”

Iulia helps you clean up before getting ready for the bath. The water smells wonderful, “What is that smell?” you ask curiously.

“It’s lavender, my lady. Do you like it?” she asks as she helps you not to slip while getting into the tub.

“Yes,” you hum closing your eyes.

“Today is a beautiful day. The sun is high in the sky, thanking the god Apollo.” she claims moving away just enough to give you some privacy, but remaining in the same room as you.

In this sudden pleasant silence that envelops you and the woman, you hear a sudden hubbub under your window, then horses in the distance and finally Marcus' deep voice echoing in the peristylium.

Iulia is the first to slowly approach the window, you hear her footsteps and then you almost feel her holding her breath. You turn in her direction and notice the paleness on her face, “Are you okay, Iulia?” you ask her worriedly.

“Oh, yes,” she says hastily. “Come on, I’ll help you.” she adds, offering her hands to help you get out without any problems. She wraps you in a soft towel and pats you dry, “Let me do it.” she adds again when you do the same to dry your skin from the water.

“What’s wrong?” you ask her as she gently massages away the excess water. “Why has your skin turned so white?” you ask her still not understanding what happened.

“Nothing, my lady.” she says, but from the tone of her voice you understand that something that is troubling her must have happened, even if you don't know what it is yet “Come, I'll help you get dressed.” she adds in a sad whisper. She helps you cover your breasts and womanhood with some bands, then she makes you wear a dress as thin as seaweed, light as you and your sisters and all the mermaids and newts when you swim down there in the depths of the sea.

“You are enchanting, my lady.” She adds again with a small smile that curves her lips upwards, but it’s not a happy smile, her head is still lost in who knows what thought. She combs your hair and then lets it fall loose over your shoulders and down your back, “Why don’t you eat something before you go to the General?” she suggests.

“I’m not hungry,” you reply, shrugging.

“But my lady, you need to eat a little.” She insists, holding out the tray and looking at you with hopeful eyes that you will listen to her.

“You're a good person, Iulia. Thank you. I'll eat later.” You insist, sticking to your opinion about wanting to reach the man and let this new day begin.

You put on some strange shoes that are very comfortable, then you head towards the door, opening it and going out. The air is quite warm that day and you feel it too even though your body temperature is not the same as humans, but it doesn't matter.

As you pass by, you notice other servants busy doing their household chores, stopping to half bow and say my lady. You feel uncomfortable, no one, not even at the bottom of the sea, has ever shown you such respect. And yet, your father is the king of the sea!

Who knows if he has found out where you are and what he is doing, who knows if your sisters are thinking of you and wondering why you made this decision! You miss them, but you don't regret your choice.

When you reach the room that Marcus called triclinium, you hear two voices talking animatedly. One is the General, the other you don't know who belongs to. You hide behind a thick marble column and listen to what they say. You lean forward just enough to give a face to the second voice as well and you immediately recognize the face you saw when you touched Iulia: it's one of the two Emperors, the one who entrusted the young slave to Acacius. His features are not unpleasant, but there is something in his gaze and a glint in his eyes that unsettles you to the core, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I know that Augusta Lucilla was your guest recently,” says the Emperor.

“Yes, that’s right,” Acacius confirms, his tone extremely cold and controlled, so different from the one he used with you just a few hours earlier.

“So? Have you discussed the terms of your union?”

Acacius swallows and his dark eyes seem to grow even darker like the stormy sea, “Yes.”

“And?” asks the young man again, sitting on one of the triclinia with an impatient air to know who knows what details of the matter.

“We will be husband and wife, with this union everything will be under control.” Marcus answers hastily keeping his head down as if feeling uncomfortable with all these questions.

“Good.” the boy comments again, then adds “There's someone spying on us!” You hide behind a column feeling caught red-handed “I don't like people who spy on me.” he adds again, but his tone of voice seems amused, then silence follows and finally you are surrounded on one side by Marcus who looks at you surprised and also a little annoyed and on the other side there is the Emperor who lets his gaze wander from your face then along your figure and then states “You have a new slave, Acacius! She’s beautiful.”

You swallow, seeking Marcus's eyes, who gives you a silent look before answering the ruler, “She’s my guest. She is not a slave.”

“Oh, right! She's too beautiful to be a slave." he notes with a little grimace "So, why did you keep her from me? She could have joined us. If nothing else, she would have been much more pleasant to look at than you!” he exclaims with a smirk. “Where does this beautiful creature come from?” he asks, looking at you, but waiting for an answer from the General.

You hope with all your heart that the man would lie about how you met, you are not sure that the boy in front of you can accept an answer as the truth that you came from the sea.

“From the East.” Acacius lies. You look into his eyes again, feeling relieved by this lie.

“Oh, I see.” he comments “That's why you're delaying the wedding, now I got it!” he exclaims smiling mischievously “It was worth it, I hope” he adds without taking his eyes off you “I'd like to hang out with her too.” He chuckles, hinting at who knows what.

Acacius is now visibly tense. His features are hard, his expression is cold and tense, his jaw clenched and his chest puffed out. You didn't quite understand what the Emperor was referring to, but Marcus did and he must not have liked it.

“Are you doubting my honor and integrity?” Marcus asks, clenching his jaw tighter.

“Oh no, come on General, I don't think it's appropriate to react like this!” exclaims the emperor smiling at him, but Marcus doesn't smile back, “Oh, you’re so boring!” he adds, huffing, then smiling at you.

“I beg your pardon, the gods gave you and your brother the wisdom to know when it is time to be serious or not.” Marcus replies through his teeth with a sarcastic smile.

You try to hold back your emotions by masking them by looking down at your feet. Then you look up again, observing Marcus' features that have become so hard and cold and the softer ones of the Emperor who has lost his smile upon hearing the General's words.

“I hope your guest is at least more inclined to smile.” You look at the man’s dark eyes. “And I hope your beautiful guest has a name, too.”

“She is…” Marcus is about to answer for you, but the Emperor silences him.

“I want to hear her voice. She can speak, right?”

You have to say something since the two men's eyes are fixed on you, you nod, “Of course.”

The boy clenches his jaw slightly, lifting his chin slightly upwards, “Your voice is enchanting and your beauty overshadows your insolence.” he smiles “I am Geta. One of the two emperors of Rome.” he finally introduces himself “I'm sure we'll get along great, um.. what's your name, my lady?”

You respond by telling him your name and he repeats it before licking his lower lip in a slow motion as if he were about to taste the most succulent of dishes. This man — Geta — makes you feel uncomfortable just with a look, it seems like a curious and innocent look, but deep down you feel that he’s not as innocent as he wants you to believe.

“I'd be happy to have a word with your guest, General. If that's okay with you.” He wants to sound sweet and hospitable, but the light in his eyes seems anything but innocent.

Marcus gives you the look of someone who wants to say something, but can't do anything.

“Oh, and General Acacius have wine and food brought for your beautiful guest too so she can celebrate your union with Augusta Lucilla. Has our beloved General told you about his impending wedding?” he asks, looking at your eyes as if wanting to notice any reactions of displeasure on your part.

You just nod with a hint of a smile, “Yeah, I was just surprised to hear that marriage isn’t based on love.” Geta gives you a surprised and intrigued look. “So, isn’t marriage based on this?” you ask, your gaze wandering from the Emperor’s curious face to the General’s much more tense one.

"Yours is a very interesting guest." comments the first "To answer your question, no. Not always. Mostly unions are unions of interest, politics. And the wedding of our brave General is one of them.” he concludes by patting Marcus on the shoulder who shrugs his shoulders assuming an expression so hard that it almost scares you, but it doesn't discourage or inspire fear in the Emperor who instead seems amused by this reaction "I must leave you now, I have other matters to attend to. I await further communication from you, General. Once this matter is settled, Rome will need to expand further. I want everything to be perfectly under control.”

Acacius clenches his jaw and simply places his fist at chest height and bows his head in respect and greeting towards the young man who, after giving him one last look, turns to you taking your hand and you jump when at that moment some images appear to you in which the Emperor has a lot of make-up on his eyes, he shouts something towards a noisy audience and there, in the middle of what looks like an arena, Acacius, bleeding and wounded, prepares to face some heavily armed men, then another image where Geta is among men dressed in white sitting on chairs, he speaks with great passion of betrayal, then in a last vision there is you, you are in what seems to be a prison and you are wearing a half-torn white dress, you are scared, you can feel your own fear and pain, you are turning into a mermaid again.

You pull your hand away in fear, “I apologize, I don’t feel well. Um, I’m going to my rooms,” you announce, leaving both men behind, who are surely still watching you.

When you are sure that Geta is gone, you leave your rooms and head to a cliff behind the villa. The wind has become stronger and the smell of the sea more intense. You wonder if the images you saw are real or if it is your own fear that others might discover the truth that is showing them to you so vividly.

“You’re here.” You hear Marcus’ warm, husky voice. “I thought you were asleep.”

You shake your head without turning in his direction, “No.”

He reaches you and comes alongside, for a while neither you nor he say anything, there is the incessant sound of the sea in the background. You think back to the fate that awaits the General, a union without love.. then you think back to when you saw him bloodied and fighting so ferociously just to survive.

“I’m sorry if the emperor upset you. He’s… that’s the way he is. He enjoys upsetting others, he takes this strange pleasure.”

You nod, “Your world is quite complicated. I thought you were exaggerating, but…” a shiver runs down your spine “The Emperor, Geta, has something in his gaze that has horrified me to the core.” you confide “He is so superficial, so devoid of humanity and he hides it behind that seraphic appearance that the gods have given him.” you add in a barely audible whisper to Acacius.

You feel something covering your shoulders and you almost jump, it's just Marcus placing his cloak on your shoulders. You look at him with a grateful but also sad look, “Why does he want you to marry at all costs? What does he gain from it?”

Marcus lifts one corner of his mouth in a small smirk, “He... well, um no I have to tell you everything from the start.” You listen to every word the man says and the more you listen the more the emperor seems absolutely crazy, you roll your eyes several times and you find yourself opening your mouth in shock.

When he finishes you look down and clutch his cloak, “I’m sorry I upset you. Again.” he says in a sorry and bitter tone, “But all that glitters is not gold.”

You shake your head slowly, “No, I’m glad you confided in me.” You look at him, “You’re a wonderful person, Marcus.” This time it’s his turn to lower his head. How you wish you could lift him out of all this, you wish he was happy! “How I wish your life was simple and happy!” you tell him and this time he looks up exchanging a knowing smile with you.

“Tonight, do you want to come with me to Rome? I want you to see more than just my life. I can’t guarantee that you’ll like everything you see, but you’ll certainly have a broader vision.”

“If I’m with you, that’s fine,” you reply.

He gives you such a sweet smile that warms your heart and makes it beat.

The magnificence of Rome envelops, conquers and scares every time. Marcus can't help but observe the amazement in your eyes, the smile that appears when you notice something special or extravagant.

You are in front of him, your hands on the cart to hold yourself up. He is right behind you, holding the reins of the horse. Every now and then you look up at him and ask him what this or that is and he answers your ear giving a name to everything you see as you pass by.

When the chariot stops, he gets out first, then gives you his hands to get out, you get out with a little hop, observing first the man and then what is around you.

The people have prepared huge bonfires around which they prepare food, some dance and others sing hymns to Hades so that he can help them always have food and with the hope that one day they or their descendants will enjoy some of the wealth enjoyed by the upper classes.

Acacius has always participated in these events, he tried to do everything he could for the people by sharing that little bit of wealth that he himself enjoyed and for this he’s much loved by all the people. In fact, he's one of the few men who is not frowned upon or thrown rotten food as he passes by; rather, they bless him and thank him. This evening is no exception.

Marcus immediately receives a glass of wine which he offers to you as a sign of gallantry, then takes another. You both drink, smiling at each other, and in the firelight your eyes and your smile bewitch him. Your joy, your dance, your laughter, your dragging him into those dances envelop him and ensnare him until he forgets, at least for those hours, his role and the burden that weighs on his shoulders.

You brought so much joy and lightness into his heart, you brought serenity and enthusiasm into a difficult and heavy life like his, you brought the love that was missing in his life.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Try, Try, Try 1

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics including adultery and trying to conceive. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: husband!Andy Barber, friend!Thor

masterlist - to be added

Summary: your husband puts high expectations on you but you don't think you'll ever be enough for him.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

A single line. Negative. You cringe as you hold the plastic stick over the bin in disappointment. There’s a knock at the door. 

“Well,” Andy’s voice rumbles through. 

You drop the test into the garbage and exhale softly, “not this time.” 

You crank on the faucet and rinse off your hands. The door opens from the other side and Andy meets your eye in the mirror. You can see the same disappointment in him. He even looks angry. 

“You been taking your vitamins?” He asks. 

“Yeah,” you nod to the pillow box, each day a separate compartment, filled with the multicolor tablets. “I’m off coffee finally. No drinking. I gave Lisa a bunch of wine.” 

Your husband sighs, “you were ovulating. You said so.” 

“Andy,” you shrug. “It just takes time.” 

“Three years,” he says. “Yeah, a long time.” 

You wince at his disapproval. You shut off the tap and dry your hands. “I know. I’m trying.” 

“We’re both trying,” he insists. “Even on the days I’m tired, from working, when all I wanna do is nothing, I try. All according to your calendar. Are you sure you’re doing it right?” 

“What?” You face him. “Yeah, it’s an app and the tests--” 

“I don’t know. Maybe you aren’t trying as hard as me. Or maybe you’re hiding something.” 

His accusation is like a slap in the face. You blink furiously and shake your head, “what are you saying?” 

“You went to the OBGYN last week. How do I know you didn’t get pills? Or an insert?” 

“Huh?” You grimace. You got your IUD out the month before the wedding; because he asked. It wasn’t fun or easy. “Why--” 

“Cold feet? I mean, you leave dishes in the sink, maybe you’re not ready for a kid.” 

Your lashes flutter as your eyes burn. You leave a glass or two in the sink but the place isn’t a sty. You heave and swallow down the hurt. He’s frustrated. That’s it. 

“I’m ready. I’ve been just as ready as you,” you croak. 

“Hm, well, maybe you should book another appointment. Get a referral and figure out what’s wrong with you.” 

“What’s wrong--” 

“There are options. In vitro. Surrogate,” he crosses his arms and leans on the door frame, “I’m not getting any younger. Neither are you.” 

You want to say that it could be him. That you’re not necessarily the problem but you can’t be entirely sure of that. You sniffle, “Andy, I want it just as bad. I understand that it’s hard but you don’t have to be mean.” 

“Cecilia and Mark started trying last year and she’s about to pop,” he retorts. “And Timothy, he’s older than I am and he’s got twins.” 

“Andy,” you plead. “You’re acting like this is some conspiracy.” 

He looks away as if to suggest that’s possible. You stagger with hurt. His mom always accused you of being a gold digger. Does he believe you? He’s the one who told you to quit your job and stay home. 

He clears his throat and his eyes flick over sharply, “almost forgot. Found a cooking course for you. Down at the Elmwood.” 

“A cooking... what?” 

“Mom suggested it. Said it could help with everything. Make it more manageable if you know what you’re doing.” He drops his hands to his hips. 

“But... you like my cooking.” 

“Honey, you cook out of cans and the freezer. It’s something but if we’re going to have a little one, you need to start making more organic meals. Processed foods are awful, especially if you’re going to be breastfeeding,” he girds. 

Your heart sinks even further. You just can’t do anything right. Not since he put that ring on your finger. You’ve let him down in so many ways. You can’t give him a baby, you can’t cook what he likes, and last night he said you were too dry. Not your fault when he doesn’t offer any foreplay. 

“It will be fun too,” he offers. “I’m sure you’ll make some friends. Maybe some who can give you good advice... moms.” 

You restrain the flinch and nod. “Sure, probably will be. I guess... learning new things is good.” 

“Sure it will be, honey,” he shoves away from the wall and comes closer. “Look, it’s not that bad, alright?” He brushes his hand over your hip and along your lower back. He turns you to face him, “we can try again. Before work?” 

He pulls you against him and you have to resist tearing away. You’re not mad. You’re hurt. Why can’t he ever tell you what you do right? 

“Sure,” you run your hands up his white tee shirt. 

“Mm, when’s the last time we were spontaneous?” He purrs as his attitude shifts entirely. “Come on, get on the counter. Just like old times.” 

Your cheeks sear at the memory. When you were his law clerk, it was so exciting. Your little rendezvous, the under the desk fun. Now it’s so much pressure. Now he really feels like your boss. 

He backs you up and you brace the counter. He helps you up and pushes between your knees. You gasp as he steps between them and pulls down the straps of your nightie. A shiver speckles goosebumps across your chest as he bends to bury his face. 

You clasp the back of his head as he fondles one tit in his hand and latches onto the other. He groans as he teethes at you and sucks as he pulls back, stretching your nipple until it pops free. He looks up at you and purrs. 

“You know, when you’re expecting, those are gonna be bigger,” he stands and you hide your disappointment. No foreplay. Again. “I can’t wait.” 

He spreads your knees and pulls you so your pelvis is curled. He pushes down the elastic of his boxers as he slides you closer to the edge. He grabs your shoulder, pushing you back against the mirror as he guides himself along your cunt. 

He growls as he pushes inside of you, rocking until he finds his way in. He grunts and snaps his hips as you whine. It scrapes dryly as you’re unprepared for his suddenness. You brace his forearm and grit down on the pain. 

“You’re dry again,” he snarls and thrusts. 

You rasp, “sorry, I’m trying.” 

You reach down to your clit and he swats your hand away. He snags your wrists and brings them above your head. He pins them to the mirror and rams in harder. You whimper and curl your legs around him. 

“Ah, Andy--” 

“Yeah, you like it, don’t you? Like how big I am?” He pounds into you without patient. “Want me to fill you up, don’t you?” 

You gulp and gasp around his raw intrusion. He squeezes your wrists until your fingers throb and you notice how he watches himself in the mirror, almost entirely unconcerned with your presence. You turn your head down and bite your lip as he uses you. You just need him to get off and then you can go cook him a breakfast he won’t he even like. 

[mikuluvu]

Acceptance?

Summary: Ghost experiencing the stages of grief... But what is acceptance to him?

Ghost x fem!reader (in relationship/can be platonic)

A/n: 5/10 cod fics posted... DOWN BAD FOR PHILLIPS

Everyone would consider Ghost isn’t capable of love, not the kind where he would let his guard down and softened his edges. He’d spent years busying himself in death and violence. But then there was you, a fire that melted his cold heart that he’d carried for so long. You were his anchor, keeping him grounded in a world that wants him under.

And then… you were gone

Denial

The mission was supposed to simple, a routine infiltration. You were skilled, careful and Ghost trusted no one more at his side. Yet, somewhere between the comms and the sound of explosion, you were ripped away from him. The extraction team pulled him back, Price’s voice ordering him to retreat.

“No,” he growled, he was desperate. “I’m going back.”

“She’s gone, Simon,” Price said, “There’s nothing you can do.”

Ghost refused to accept it. Hah… you couldn’t ve gone. You HAD to be alive, out there, probably injured and waiting form him to find you. The idea of you dying was not welcomed in his mind.

“She’s out there,” he whispered to himself.

Anger

Weeks turned into months, and with each passing day, the hope he clung onto began to crack. And showing rage. 

Ghost became a beast on every mission, he was on a rampage, a beast who will kill anything to find food. What the fuck is the word restraint? His only goal is to inflict pain. Price started noticing his changes. 

“Simon!” Price yells after a mission where Ghost completely ignored orders to extract early, instead he hunted down the last remnant of the enemies. “What the bloody hell was that!?”

“They fuckin’ didn’t suffer enough,” Ghost spat, “This isn’t you,” Price pressed, but Ghost was already walking away.

Bargaining

Ghost found himself making silent deals with a god he didn’t believe in.

“Bring her back,” he muttered, his hands trembling as he cleaned his weapon. “Take anything from me, just…. Not her.”

In his quarters, he would close hjs eyes, imagining you were there, your laugh. 

“I should’ve protected you better,” he says, his voice cracking. “I’ll make it right. Somehow.”

Depression

The fire in him faded over time, replaced by a weight that settled in his chest. Ghost stopped talking unless it was necessary.

The fire in him dulled over time, replaced by a crushing weight that settled in his chest. 

“Simon, you need to talk to someone,” Soap said one evening, he was concerned.

“I’m fine,” Ghost replied, but his eyes told a different story.

He wasn’t fine. He was hollow.

Acceptance?

Acceptance. Eh, not really. Ghost didn’t accept that he lost you. But something… changed. Perhaps it was the realization that the world wouldn't stop spinning, that life would still keep going even when it felt like it had ended with yours.

 

???

Price ordered a retreat, but Ghost ignored him once again.

 

“Simon, stand down!” Price’s voice crackled through the comms.

“They don’t get to walk away,” Ghost growled, his voice cold.

One by one, he hunted them down, he went crazy. He didn’t stop until the enemy was brutally killed, even they begged him to stop, his gloves stained with blood and his mind numb.

Price confronted him after the mission.

“You’re out of control, Simon,” Price said. “This isn’t about the mission anymore. This is about her.”

Ghost didn’t respond. He couldn’t.

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[brights-place]

[Tokyo Revengers] Souya Kawata x Reader

1K 5 Part Special: 1 , 2 , 3 ,4 ,5 (You are here) Warnings: Fluff, cursing, SMOOCH

A/N: YOOO IT'S THE LAST PARTY YAYAYAYA!! Thank you for the people who continued to read and request my work along with the people who read my stories aha go check it out here and I hope you all enjoy this last part! ──★ ˙ ̟ My Wattpad🐇 !!

Summary: Little summary here for the last part you and souya were on a date and got surprised to see Nahouya and the other division captains enter the restaurant and welcoming themselves to join the dinner after nahouya decided to mess with his brother

Souya and you have been dating for awhile and every now and then nahouya would mess with his younger brother who would get annoyed at the fact Nahouya would just be pestering him.

So when you and nahouya were at a resturant booth of a local diner rambling and talking about the recent things they saw at the aquarium the door of the diner got opened as rowdy voices were heard and one kf them were oh so famillar to Souya who froze eyes snapping over to see his brother and friends entering the resturant in toman uniforms grinning and chatting while getting take iut as regular customers looked away to avert eye contact.

Souya was one of them as he turned back to you as you blinked blinking “Whats wrong?” “Code Peach” Souya sighed as he still held his usual angry expression you loved so much.

You paused before stiffling a laugh at how your boyfriend looked while sounded annoyed that his brother would pester you two again even as a joke. A hand slammed down on the table as a cherry vocie was heard “No way!” A grinning mikey smiled at the duo “You two on a date?” “Y-Yeah!” You said sweatdropping at Mikey is random exclamation.

Draken sighed apologizing to you as he was holding a plastic bag of food they just got. Nahouya popped by soon after from beside Mikey grinning like always but staring at his younger brother eyebrows wiggling “OoOoOh~?” “Aniki” Souya frowned at Nahouya he continued to smile.

You giggled at the interaction as the other toman guys were joking around and crowding around the two on a date as One was embaressed the other was just genuinley chatting with them as a lovely voluminous curly peach-colored hair male with a wide grin that masks his eyes teased his brother and snatching a dumpling from his brothers plate as Souya hir his brothers arm with his usual angry face.

Mitsuya and Draken being the best went over and got to drag the others away leaving souya and you too finally be alone. The rest of the time it was just a flustered Souya who was holiding his head in his hands apologizing quietly with his usual angry expression as your lips twitched at how cute he looked.

Even when you left the diner after dinner he was holding your hand and trying to apologize yet was cut off by you kissing his cheek as his eyes widened and sparkled slightly.

The irk mark slightly disappearing while he blushed staring at you befote yoy bursted into a light giggle cupping his face. For a moment his angry face was gone, his lips twitching up as you pecked eachothers lips lightly before pulling away.

A soft smile reached your lips staring at souya who stared at you for a moment as you blinked at him confused before souya said something that made you flush.

“I cherish you”

Souya whispered blinking at you as if you were an undiscivered constellation that hooked him in as you laughed softly kissing him again once more before the two of you freezing from a loud yell from afar

“YEAHH MAKE SURE MY SISTER IN LAW IS PAMPERED SOUYA! AND FOR FUCKS SAKES DONT BE A PUSSY”

An angry face once returned on souya is face as he snapped his head tk see Nahouya cackling on his motorbike with the other toman members either stiffling a laugh or a Smirk at the cute scene they just saw as he snapped his head to his brother flipping him off.

Yup… perfect date (⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎)

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[sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan]

New York City

Ex!BSF/BF!Matt x Reader

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You had been in LA for a while now. Posting about your life as an uprising social media influencer. Collaborating with other famous people. Hosting small get-togethers at your new apartment.

Your boyfriend, Matthew Sturniolo, had his own social media life. A joint YouTube channel with his triplet brothers Nick and Chris had gotten quite the popularity over the years.

The four of you were all from Boston. Having become new sensations at the same time as well as growing up together made all of you four come to the decision to move to California – a place where you had more opportunities, more freedom, and more light to shine your creativity and share it with the world – to live out your dreams of being in the spotlight.

Life was going fairly well. Until it wasn't. There were fans of yours as well as the triplets that were extremely supportive of it all. Your lifestyles, your personalities, and even your relationships and friendships. Yet there were those certain people, ones who claimed to be 'the biggest supporters and fans' who got to you.

Their mean comments and words affecting you more than you'd like to admit. You were stressed to say the least. Your friendships with people and your relationship with Matt being evidence of that. You needed a break.

You were at the Sturniolo Triplet's house, the five-minute drive to their place from your apartment coming in handy. You were lounged on their couch between Matt's legs. His hands on your shoulders massaging your tense muscles. You tried to relax; really, you did. But the weight of it all, everything, was too much. Your sighs of frustration and annoyance filled the air of their living room every so often.

Nick and Chris, who were on the other end of the couch, glanced in your direction with concern every time you let out a noise. Matt's hands had stilled, and instead, fell down to your waist, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder. He kissed your cheek softly, his sky-blue eyes seemingly dull as he stared at you.

"You okay, babe?" He'd asked, his voice tinged with hesitation. You had let out yet another sigh, shaking your head slightly. You leaned into his touch, the back of your head resting against his chest as you frowned. "Maybe you just need a break. Like a getaway. You and I, baby. Somewhere nice."

Chris immediately butted into the conversation, agreeing with his brother. "I agree. You two need to go someplace. Just the two of you. Maybe for a few days or something." He let out a yelp when he received a smack to the back of his head from Nick, the oldest triplet. "This isn't your conversation, dumbass!"

You let out a small laugh at the two of them, leaning more and more into Matt's soothing touch. "Maybe it could be a romantic getaway. A location known for love. Like New York City," you had suggested. Even though he had just been scolded, Chris nodded his head in agreement. Nick even seemed pleased with your answer despite his claim of it not being his business.

Matt's hold on your body tightened, his head nuzzling into your neck while leaving soft kisses along your skin. He muttered against you, "Sounds good to me, honey.”

So there you were, hand in hand with the love of your life, strolling through Central Park as you laughed about something random. The two of you were about to go back to your hotel, but Matt had stopped you. He removed his hand from your grasp, instead pulling you closer by your waist. His arms wrapping around you to hold you tightly. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, running your fingers through the back of his brown hair.

He kissed your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before pulling away. He brought one of his hands from your hips to your face, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. He leaned down slightly, connecting your lips in a soft, sensual kiss. You quickly reciprocated it, feeling all of your emotions pouring from you. Matt pulled away, resting his forehead against yours while smiling brightly.

"Already feelin' better, sweetheart?" He whispered, his hand on your chin, moving to cup your cheek lightly with his thumb brushing against your skin. You simply nodded, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to relax and let go of all your pent-up emotions.

Back at the hotel, you slipped off your shoes, changing into a silk pajama set. Matt was right behind you, slipping out of all of his clothes save for his boxers. The two of you climbed into the hotel room's bed, snuggling underneath the covers with content smiles. Your legs tangled with his, resting your head on his chest while his hands comfortingly ran over your back.

The two of you were happy, relaxed, and ready to fall asleep in each other's arms. You felt something poking your thigh, the unmistakable and familiar hardness pressing against your skin. Your head lifted up to look at Matt, who was already staring at you. The want and need in his eyes caused your body to heat up. Specifically your lower half that was warm and slick with arousal.

Matt's gaze darkened with desire as he reached out, his fingers brushing gently along your thigh, igniting a spark of electricity that surged through your body. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, "Are you sure you want this? We can just cuddle if you're not feeling up to it."

You bit your lip, feeling a rush of anticipation. "I want this, Matt. I really do," you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper. His eyes sparkled with affection and hunger as he nodded, leaning in to capture your lips in a heated kiss, his hands roaming over your sides and pulling you closer. As the kiss deepened, the air around you thickened with longing.

Matt's hands slid beneath your silk top, exploring the soft curves of your body, leaving trails of warmth in their wake. You sighed into his mouth, feeling completely swept away by the moment. His fingers deftly worked to take off your pajamas, underwear, and bra, revealing your bare skin to his touch.

He quickly undressed himself, laying down beside you naked and hard. He grabbed onto your hips, pulling you onto his thighs as your hands braced themselves against his shoulders. “I wanna taste you pretty, girl.” Matt whispered, his hold on your hips tightening when he felt you drop onto his skin.

“I want you to feel good too, Matt.” You countered, your eyes pleading with him silently. “We can both make each other feel good, at the same time,” he offered with a grin. You process his words, a smile slowly forming in your lips.

You shifted yourself, and with a firm grip on your hips, he pulled you around until you were straddling his shoulders. Your hands clutched his thighs, lowering your head to his cock. Right as you were about to take him in, you let out a gasp, feeling his tongue part your folds.

“Matt,” you whispered, your breath fanning against his hard-on. He simply hummed into you, his tongue moving along your slit with a practiced motion. You shakily moved your head down to take him in, bobbing your head in attempt to match the rhythm of Matt's assault to your core.

As you both find your rhythm, Matt's hands roam up your thighs to your stomach, his fingers splaying out possessively. He can feel you tensing as you try to coordinate the movements of your head and your hips.

"Fuck, you're doing so good baby," he breathes against your wetness, his cock twitching in your mouth at the vibrations of your moan. His tongue finds your clit, circling it with expert precision while one hand moves up to gently squeeze your breast.

You shudder pleasurably as Matt's tongue lavishes attention on your most sensitive spots. His fingers teasingly pinch and roll your nipple, sending jolts of electricity straight to your core. Meanwhile, you take him deeper into your mouth, your lips stretching around his impressive girth.

As you continue to bob your head and suck him off, Matt's free hand reaches up to grab your other breast, kneading it roughly as he plays with your nipples. He buries his face between your legs, his tongue thrusting inside you as he eats out your pussy like a starved man.

Matt suddenly pulls his mouth from your pussy, leaving you whimpering at the loss. "Fuck, baby– I need inside you. Properly. Not just your sweet mouth," he says, his voice husky with desire. "Get up here and let me fuck ya right.”

You lift yourself off Matt shakily, your legs weak from the pleasure he's given you with his tongue. You sit beside him at the top of the bed, mind and body still reeling from the activities that you both just took part in and what's to come.

After shakily lifting yourself up, limbs trembling from Matt's skilled oral attentions, you both settle beside each other atop the bed. The air crackles with remaining adrenaline and anticipatory desire. Matt's erect cock juts proudly between them, slick and ready.

"Come 'ere, gorgeous," Matt murmurs, gently pulling you down until you're lying beneath him. He positions himself between your soft, inviting thighs, his large hands caressing your hips. His eyes, filled with warmth and affection, meet yours as he guides the blunt head of his cock to your entrance.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispers, slowly pushing forward until he sinks into your warmth. You gasp softly, your nails lightly dragging down his back as he fills you completely. He begins to move, setting a gentle pace, his hips rolling against yours with a sweet, intimate rhythm.

Matt's slow, deliberate thrusts stir pleasure deep inside you, his eyes locked with yours. One hand tangles in your hair while the other supports his weight, preventing himself from crushing you. Each stroke is tender, meaningful — he's making love to you, not just fucking.

The stress and worries of the day melt away instantly as Matt's loving body envelops you. Each tender thrust inside your warmth pushes away any lingering negative thoughts. You sink deeper into the mattress, utterly relaxed, as he loves you thoroughly with gentle, affectionate movements.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer, savoring the intimate connection. Matt leans down, pressing soft kisses to your neck and collarbone, his love and affection pouring into each one. His pace quickens slightly, the head of his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside you with every thrust.

“Wanna fill you up with my come baby. Gonna let me?” Matt husks against the skin of your neck, his movements never faltering. “Yes, fuck– yes please,” you whine, as your head tilts back further into the pillows.

His hands move to grip the backs of your thighs, pulling you closer to him while he buries himself to the hilt. His warm, thick ropes of come shooting inside you, painting your walls white. Matt nuzzles his face into your shoulder, groaning as you both ride out your highs.

Matt's motions slow as he empties himself completely inside you. With a tender murmur, he gently pulls out, the both of you wincing slightly at the sensitivity. Immediately, he rolls to your side, gathering you into his strong embrace. "You okay, my love?" he asks softly, searching your face with caring eyes.

You nod, a small, satisfied smile on your lips as you snuggle into his chest. Matt softly moves some hair from your forehead, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. He knows the importance of aftercare, you both do.

“Thank you, Matt. I need that. Needed this. To just get away,” you whisper sleepily into him. “You're welcome. I know how much you did, sweet girl. I've got you,” Matt replies, the hand not on your face moving to rub your back soothingly.

“I love you,” your arms hold onto him tightly, not wanting to ever leave this moment. “I love you so much more, angel. More than you'll ever know. You're it f'me. Only person I'll ever need.”

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

In Regards To Your 2024 Summary:

Holy shit it’s been another year????? The hell?????

Also! Your art style is gorgeous and that being found in 2023 and then refined throughout late 2023 and the entirety of 2024 really shows, as does your growth in panel layouts, perspective, and — as you said — experimentation. If you ever post your animation or video game art I’m looking forward to it.

As cheesy as it sounds, being able to laugh at funny comics and look at all the details of your art really made my 2024 brighter, even when things were hard. Including looking at your older art— it doesn’t need to be new to be enjoyable! I’m glad your art is well loved and it’s a privilege to have been here since the (near) beginning. I hope you take care of yourself in 2025 and beyond!

You and your art bring a lot of people a lot of joy never forget that <3

Thank you so much for keeping up with my art journey throughout these last two years! Two years!!! I am baffled at how that feels both too long and too short!

Admittedly, my art summary didn't manage to capture the fact that I did a lot of comic layouts that I'm really proud of. I also drew more backgrounds and made some very detailed works (*Dungeon Meshi spoilers for these examples*).

The growth is lot more evident when comparing my 'best' comics of 2023 to 2024:

Sometimes the growth is vertical, sometimes it is horizontal - and damn, sometimes it goes out of sight into the Z-plane. But it is always happening!

[wickjump]

im gonna start posting fanfic recs btw whenever i find good ones. both here and my (awfully barren) 18+ account. because there are so many good fics out there with so few hits and fewer kudos and sometimes no comments period and it SUCKS because i REALLY LIKE THEM A LOT.. and i hope that by linking them here and yelling at everyone to COMMENT DAMMIT they might actually do it

seriously though any comment means a lot. most people who read a fic don’t even give a kudos. even if the fic wasn’t top tier, if you didn’t dislike it, hand over some kudos!! and if you liked it, comment!!!! even if the comment is one singular heart emoji it will be appreciated. if the comment just says “great fic!” the author will be happy. your comment doesn’t have to be this long winded gushing or analysis.

so many authors quit writing or lose motivation because the comments are few and far in between or just sometimes nonexistent. trust me when i say authors don’t care about how long or cool or smart sounding your comment is i promise!!!

i hope that mmmaybe recommending fics and telling people to comment might help fics i really like get more support maybe. and i, points at you reading this, hope that you will listen!!!at least a little….at least sum kudos….

[nikki-tine]

do not perceive me /////

(ft. @xsunnysoftx's own Doctor Kia Lockhart in the foreground,,)