#TO FEEL THE WARMTH FILL YOUR MOUTH AND RUN OVER EVEN AS YOU DRINK DEEP

[sebille]

Maybe we could turn dreams into reality and you could give him a little neck bite? Just for fun? Nothing weird or anything of course.......

[hauntsect]

The way this just made me think of Hyles...

[chiscaralight]

me and my roomie!

your roommate is obsessed with you! but you're hiding your own dirty little secret.

includes: nsfw! scara, tartaglia and bonus character separately, weird roommate behavior, use of their real names, weird reader behavior, tartaglia's is pretty long, fingering, begging, somno(?), pillow humping, missed tags. the bonus isn't as long as the other ones!

a/n: this was so much fun to write ! suzu helped me decide who to write for so the bonus at the end is dedicated to @hitomisuzuya !!

scaramouche!

"hey, i can't find one of my shirts can I go check your room for it?"

you give him a thumbs up as he makes his way to your door. now, he wasn't entirely lying, he was actually missing a couple of shirts! but, he knows you do all your laundry over the weekend, so your basket should be overflowing with dirty clothes by now. he does a quick check of the hall once more before shutting the door to your room. he's beelining straight for your pile of laundry. he starts rummaging through the trash like a raccoon but finally finds what he's searching for.

the cute panties you wear! the pair he'd stolen a week prior had lost your scent a while ago and it was starting to drive him crazy. he raises the newly acquired pair to his nose and he's twitching in his pants. but this isn't the place for that! it would be kinda hard to explain what was going on if you saw him bent over your laundry with a raging hard-on. so he quickly throws the old pair in and covers it up with the rest of your clothes. he shoves the new pair deep in his pocket before walking back to the living room, loosely announcing he didn't find it and heading for the kitchen.

the house is quiet when scara comes back. too quiet. his last class had been canceled, but you were free the entire day. so where were you? the house is usually filled with sounds of you doing something to keep yourself occupied.

it's the sounds that catch him first. they're..moans? they sound hushed, but they're definitely coming from his room. he peers through the crack in the door and the sight is truly one to behold.

there you are, small fingers tugging at your nipples as you roll your hips against the pillow, his pillow. that shirt he went to "search for" in your room? bunched up between your pretty lips as you try to stifle your whines. he's drinking up the scene, trying to etch this beautiful moment into his mind as hard as possible before clearing his throat.

his arms are folded and he's leaning against the doorpost. the corner of his lips twitch up as your eyes meet his. you're like a deer caught in headlights and his smile only gets bigger as you open your mouth to speak and nothing comes out.

"well, i see where my shirt went."

"open," he commands as his hand grips your jaw. the heavy drop of saliva hits your lolled-out tongue before you swallow. he hums as he's sliding his leaking cock back into your warmth. eye rolling back into your head, you're gripping onto the sheets tightly as he starts ramming into you.

"you slut, fuck, riding my pillow like that, hm?"

the only response he gets is the soft cry of his name. every whine, every cry, and every moan just fuels him further as his hips connect with yours. his hands are pressing your knees to your chest so he can have the best view of your cunt.

"the minute my head hit the pillow, i would've known. you know why?"

you weakly motion toward his bedside table. specifically the drawer where he keeps his... mementos of you. it should've set him off how quickly you knew what he was talking about, but all you could feel was the way he twitched against your most sensitive spots. you're even going through his stuff now? it's just so fun to think about. how you'd peek over your shoulder at the door to make sure he wasn't coming; how your eyes widened when you spotted the contents of the drawer. did you run away right then? or did you press your thighs together because you finally know what he really is.

but you've done such a good job so far of keeping it quiet! so good. that he's going to breed you as a reward for how nasty you are! you're drooling so much at the thought! your hands are dragging one of his towards your throat as you beg him to fill you up.

"kuni, please-, wanna feel you so bad. wanna feel all of you!"

and it's those words that send him over the edge, spilling deep into you as he groans deep into your skin. that action sends you over, as you cum around his still sheathed cock. both of you are panting and burnt out, but he still finds the energy to trap you in a heavy kiss. you whine into his lips in pure contentment.

tartaglia!

ajax is the best roommate! he's funny, caring, and knows how to take care of the house really well. hell, he's paying for all the groceries and at some point he even started paying your portion of the rent!

to top it all off, hes so so sweet! he's planning movie nights, finding games for you two to play and helping you out in the kitchen as you make dinner. his big arms wrap around you as you doze off against his body while you favorite sitcom is playing in the background.

it's too bad it's all just a front though, because in all reality he's waiting for the perfect time to pin you down and fuck you so hard like he's been dreaming of all these months! he can't count how many times he's pressed his ear to the thin wall that divides your room as he pumps his cock to the sound of your voice as you talk to your friend over the phone. the actual conversation is none of his concern; just the way you speak, the way your voice drips out is tugging his orgasm out of him at full speed.

or the way you tempt him without even knowing it. those shorts you wear around the house that just barely cover the curve of your ass? he has to physically restrain himself from pressing you onto his crotch. with your nipples poking through the lightly colored tank top on your body. he's practically gawking at you shamelessly until you turn your attention back to him and he's giving you that almost genuine smile one more time.

he's scrolling through all the pictures he'd taken of you sleeping when the knock at the door whips him out of his trance. the sound had scared him so hard he squeezed his eyes shut! of course it was you. who else would be at his door at this hour? he refuses to answer as you call out his name through the wood. the door slowly opens anyways. he's asleep, you think to yourself as you pad across the floor towards the bed.

it's not new for you to crawl between his sheets like this. on the nights when you're feeling not the best, he always opens his arms (and blankets) to you! so it should be no different now that he's 'asleep'. he can feel your back press against his chest as you try your best not to wake him. he pretends to groan and does his own shifting around until his nose is nestled in your neck and one of his hands is around your waist while the other is laid on your hip.

everything is still for a bit. he savors the warmth emitting from your body and the scent of the shampoo you use overcomes his senses. until you start shifting around. you're probably just trying to get comfortable, but it's been going on for minutes and he's starting to get a little riled up. it seems almost calculated as you push back against him. he's not sure what to make of the sigh that leaves you.

your hand lightly clasps his and you guide it downwards. this can't be real. his body is so stiff right now, but he doesn't want to move in case you stop! with just a little bit of struggling, you managed to get his hand into your underwear. your hand finds the top of his as you move his fingers slightly further down. you're soaking wet, using the pads of his fingers to brush against your clit a few times.

your fingers are moving down softly once again as you push them into your hole. your breath hitches and you feel so good, so soft around his fingers. you're moving them in and out now, teeth sinking into the plush of your bottom lip. but you can only get them in so far before your own fingers are getting in the way.

this is short-lived as tartaglia harshly curls his fingers into you. you're gasping out an airy "ajax!" as he draws you farther into his body with his other arm.

"if you wanted my help, you could've just asked, cutie."

the way his voice is low in your ear makes you clamp around his digits as he finger fucks you. his lips are on your neck now, dutifully marking you up as you squirm against his body. he's grinding into you from the back as he finds that spot that has you arching and moaning out even louder. he's prodding at that spot now and your body starts to shake. the sensation of feeling you cum all over his hand has him spiraling and cumming into his own shorts. you're starting to relax against his chest once more, but he's turning you onto your front with his hard cock pressing against your ass. you gasp at how hard he is, and he takes the opportunity to slip the fingers the fingers that were in you into your mouth. he smiles as you start to suck on them. he's going to have so much fun with you tonight.

BONUS: aventurine!

another nightmare has him sitting up in his bed. he's reaching over to grab his water bottle because of how dry his throat is, but it's empty. he groans as he throws the covers off of him. his eyes widen as he hits the bottom of the staircase. there you are, fingers rubbing messy circles on your clit as your legs are spread across the back of the living room couch. you purr his name, his real name out so beautifully as your eyes are squeezed shut, lost in your chase for pleasure.

"enjoying yourself, doll?"

the voice has you shooting up from the chair. there aventurine stood, one hand on his hip, bottle in the other as he smiled slyly at you. his messy hair signified that he'd just woken up, but he still looked as beautiful as ever. he raises his hands up.

"don't let me stop your fun! keep going."

is all he says as he starts to make his way towards the kitchen. you meekly call out his name and he stops in his tracks, craning his head to the side to peer at you once more.

"help, please?"

his mouth may have been dry, but yours definitely wasn't. you're slobbering all over his length, the nasty sounds coming from you causing him to moan. as much as he loves the warmth of your mouth, he'd much rather experience your cunt. so he's pulling you off of him and signaling you to straddle him.

the stretch is ungodly as you slide fully down onto him. you're bending over to catch his lips in a wet kiss as his hands find the fat of your hips. you're rolling them now, nails raking over the exposed expanse of his chest as he fucks up into you slowly.

he's always hated his nightmares with a fiery passion, but he's willing to let this one go just for tonight.

[killerpancakeburger]

Sleeping Beauty

Gif by @no-one-fights-alone

SUMMARY: The sleeping beauty is Soap hehe. You weren't supposed to fall asleep in the rec room, but you did. When you emerge, there's someone snoozing in your lap.

PAIRING: Soap x f!Reader

TAGS: Fluff, first kiss, confessions, light/non graphic smut: dirty talk, friction, Clingy!Soap, Civilian!Reader, Smitten!Soap AND Smitten!Reader. Part of the Moaning and Blushing Soap Agenda.

WORDS COUNT: 1.8k

A/N: My thanks to the fanartists who draw Soap alseep, giving me inspiration :') been obsessed with this piece.

It was never your intention to doze off on the rec room's couch.

However, the combination of the coziness of the sofa, the bone-deep tiredness you accumulated over the work week, and the delicious warmth radiating from Soap's body eventually defeated you. The rowdy Sergeant  had always displayed a tactile kind of friendliness, but lately he was glued to you, downright clingy. 

Another person would have been irritated by this behavior quickly enough - his teammates from the 141 made it pretty clear, teasing him frequently about it, and jokingly pitying you. Nonetheless, you didn’t mind, at least outside of the bursts of heat that would overrun your face from time to time. Just when you thought you were used to him, one brush of his fingertips or one gaze from his piercing blue eyes would revive the fire in your blood. 

But just like with most things, you couldn’t say no to Johnny. Not to mention, you were seriously touch-starved; had been your whole life, to be honest. To have someone apparently addicted to the feel of your skin was like a heaven-sent gift.

This was how you ended up sitting way too close to him on the couch, thighs touching, his burly arm thrown carelessly on the backrest behind you, as the task force was enjoying some TV before heading to bed. Between vaguely paying attention to the movie, keeping up with the guys’ conversation, and fighting your own mind to forbid it from obsessing over how burning his leg felt against yours despite the barrier of your respective jeans, you were plenty busy. At least until you fell asleep without realizing.

Filled with confusion, you sluggishly blink at the half-light illuminating you. The lights have been switched off, but the TV provides enough brightness for you to figure out your surroundings. The room is silent and empty, save for the murmur emitted by the television, and your lap feels strangely heavy.

You lower your eyes to figure out that mystery, and immediately supress a yelp of surprise by pressing your hand against your mouth.

John Mactavish in the flesh is right there, sleeping like a baby. 

You can’t help but drink in this one-of-a-kind sight; you've never seen him asleep before. Never contemplated him looking so peaceful, so tranquil. There's an inherent vulnerability that comes with catching him sleeping. 

He's laying on his stomach, the side of his face pressed against your thigh, grabbing it with one hand. The way his cheek is squished by your leg is both funny and adorable. Low but regular snores escape his parted lips.

His mohawk is as ruffled as hair that short can be, and now that you’re observing it, you’re tempted to stroke it, to find out whether it is as soft as its owner. You ponder over that dilemma for a minute, biting your lip, before giving into temptation. Tentatively ruffling the top of it at first, terrified of waking him up, you gain in confidence as his hair proves to be delightfully smooth. You run your hand through the strands carefully, your touch as delicate as possible, removing some stray locks from his forehead as you go.

Eventually you stop, taking in the room around you, and thinking about how this situation can’t last. Soap really needs to reach his bed. You peek at him again.

There's a self-indulging part of you that very much desires to let him sleep, keep him in your lap and stare at him for hours. With how heavy he feels, you’re not sure you could get up even if you wanted to.

“Why'd ye stop?” he rasps, voice made hoarse by drowsiness, tone surprisingly whiny.

You barely stifle a screech, completely taken aback by his awakening.

He shoots you a look so indignant, you'd think you woke him up at 3 a.m with a bucket of ice-cold water. That, or he's a petulant child you’re waking up for school.

“Sorry…?”

Why you are apologizing, you don't even know. His expression somehow manages to make you feel guilty, so you lift your hand and caress his hair again. 

His eyes instantly close at the contact, like a cat. A pleased, satisfied “Mmmh” leaves him, as a deep rumble escapes his torso, like a purr. A blissful smile stretches his lips, sending a pang to your chest.

“Soap.”

“...”

“Johnny.”

“Mmh?”

“You need to get to your own bed.”

“Nooooo.”

He proceeds to turn his head and bury his face in your lap. Next thing you know, the hand squeezing your thigh releases you, only to sneak behind your back and grab your waist. The other slides under your legs to seize your knee.

You end up well and truly trapped in his grip.

“M great ‘ere.” he retorts, muffled by your body.

His hot breath sends tingles over your skin, and the motion of his lips against your pants provokes a throbbing between your thighs. You feel your cheeks’ temperature rise dangerously. The fact that you two are alone together is both a blessing and a curse. You’re going to give Gaz and Ghost a piece of your mind for abandoning you like that.

“Soap,” you sigh, trying your best to sound unaffected, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You can’t stay here all night.”

“Can't I?” 

The cheekiness in his voice manages to be both irritating and arousing.

“John Mactavish,” you scold, attempting to sound menacing.

“Could spend tha whole night between yer thighs, bonnie.”

Yep, that's it, your entire face is on fire. He's never been so forward before; your chest feels like it's about to burst.

Unfortunately for Johnny, your annoyance exceeds your embarrassment. This explains why your next course of action is to take hold of his mohawk and yank. 

Face finally unsticking from you, he lets out a noise that's half a grunt, half a moan, and fully obscene.

Astounded, turned on, and just a bit sheepish, you stare at him in bewildered silence as he returns your gaze, cerulean eyes wide, cheekbones and the tips of his ears bright red.

You only meant to remove him from your lap - cross your heart and hope to die. And roughen him up a little in the process as payback, but that was counting on the fact that his pain tolerance must be way beyond the average mortal's.

As you stay frozen in place, he pounces. Next thing you know, he got you pinned against the backrest, hands on each side of your head, hovering over your lap.

“Can I kiss ye?”

His voice suddenly turned so husky that the question comes out more like a growl than anything else.

“W-what?” you stutter, convinced you heard him wrong.

“Can I kiss ye? Please?” he insists, pouting.

The “please” has the effect of a punch in your sternum.

“I… you… uh.. “

His face is way too close to yours, his gaze way too intense for you to do anything else but combust on the spot.

“We shouldn't”, you mumble, looking anywhere but at him.

“Aye we can, fraternization is authorized between military and office personnel.”

That has the merit to make you look back at him, eyes wide in surprise.

“How do you..?”

“Ah checked”, he asserts like it's evident.

“You're really putting me on the spot…”

You pivot your head to the right to relieve yourself from his piercing blue eyes. That doesn't seem to deter him at all, however, as he presses his forehead against your temple.

“Well, ye tend tae run away when ah flirt wi’ ye…”

His lips brush against your cheek as he talks.

“So really, this is all yer fault. Yankin’ mah hair like that-”

“MY fault!? You’re the clingy bastard who stuck his face into my lap-”

Outraged, you face him abruptly. He must have predicted your reaction because he backed away enough to avoid a headbutt.

“Very nice lap.”

The compliment leaves you unimpressed.

“Not really,” you correct automatically, your self-consciousness deeply ingrained.

He doesn't lose his smug smirk at that.

“Oh? Need me tae demonstrate?”

His hand leaves the backrest and slips between the sofa and your leg. He grabs your thigh and lifts it slightly, then slowly trails the tips of two fingers from the edge of your ass until the back of your knee, sending suggestive tickles all over your lower body.

You stare in anticipation, voice stuck somewhere in your throat.

“Bonnie? Ah'm not hearin’ a no, but ah'm not hearin’ a yes either-”

“Yes,” you murmur.

He tilts his head questioningly, smile teasing.

“Wha’ was that? Didn’t catch-”

“I said yes, you-,” you assert, riled again, loud enough that he cannot pretend to have missed it.

His mouth presses against yours almost immediately, so eager that your back hits the backrest. You close your eyes and interlace your fingers behind his neck.

His hands feel everywhere at once, like he can’t get enough of you. As for you, the accumulation of sensations threatens to overwhelm you, so you clench your hands into fists to hold on, one desperately clutching the other's wrist.

Lost in his embrace, you forget yourself. At the feeling of his muscular thigh between your legs, you grind against it thoughtlessly.

Soap reacts instantly, abandoning your lips for a moment, despite you chasing after his.

“Humpin’ my leg, ae? Ye naughty girl… ah can give ye so much better than mah leg.”

Regardless of his comment, he pushes back against your crotch.

“But if that's what ye want… ah'll give ye anythin’. Everythin’ ye want, baby. Ah'll be so good to ye, promise.”

The sweet vows falling from his filthy mouth makes you hang onto him tighter, as if you were trying to fusionate your two bodies.

“...Everything,” you reply softly after kissing him some more.

“Wha…?”

Taking Johnny by surprise is not something that you manage often. But oh, how the view is worth it.

He withdrews a bit, face flushed, mowhawk tousled, gaping, eyebrows lightly frowned in incomprehension.

“What if I want everything? All of you?” 

You cup his cheek affectionately. Your own boldness surprises you, but this whole situation feels like a dream anyway - maybe it is one -, so you might as well make the best of it. Soap has never been one to be stingy with compliments, so the least you can do is return the favor.

“You're amazing, Soap. You’re so brave, and smart, strong, selfless, and goodhearted, caring… and you have the prettiest eyes I've ever - mmh.”

He seemed pretty captivated by your words, listening religiously, until something snapped and he crushed his lips against yours.

After making you dizzy, he releases you, beaming. You remember hearing Price calling him “sunshine”. He's always been luminous, but now he's downright blinding.

“I love ye. IloveyeIloveyeIloveye.”

He chants fervently while covering your face in ardent kisses.

“Ye don't have tae say it back,” he adds hastily afterwards, like distressed he'd scare you away.

“Ye don't have tae say anythin. Ah just… can’t contain it anymore…”

“I love you too,” you cut in.

The words came out more easily than you expected. Almost naturally. It makes sense in a way - you’ve been enamored for a while after all.

You two seal your mutual confessions with an enthousiastic kiss.

BLOOPERS

[nadvs]

Can you write a lil blurb about rafe fucking reader in head lock I remember someone requested before but I can’t find it

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18+

Friends with benefits would be too generous a term. Rafe is nowhere near a friend. When you’re not naked together, your breath on his neck while he’s buried deep inside you, you hardly even look at each other.

And you like it that way. The only thing you two have in common is how much you like being tangled up in one another, roughly panting through orgasms. You don’t need to get along. Not when the sex is this good.

It’s a typical summer night on the north side of the island. Music throbs through the massive beach house, throngs of people talking and drinking and dancing around you.

You’re with your friends when a guy approaches you, making a playful comment about what you’re drinking.

Rafe watches from the other side of the room. When you laugh at something he says to you, jealousy twists in his stomach.

He can’t handle witnessing this for very long before he approaches you, wrapping his hand around your forearm, leaning to speak into your ear.

“Let’s go,” Rafe mumbles, his deep voice hitting you at your core.

You flash a polite smile to the stranger trying to hit on you before letting Rafe lead you out of the crowd.

It’s not the first time he’s pulling you out of a party to fuck you. Excitement bubbles in you as he manhandles you into a bathroom, locking the door behind you, and pushes up against your back.

You meet Rafe’s blue eyes in the mirror as he stands behind you, feeling him grind against you. You watch the reflection of his hands dragging up your body to squeeze your tits.

“I was in the middle of a conversation,” you tease. He grips tighter, making you gasp in anticipation.

“You think I give a fuck?” Rafe asks, pushing his growing cock against your ass.

You bite your lip as he shifts to bunch up the fabric of your skirt and pull your panties down.

Rafe sighs a breath of relief into your ear as he runs his fingers over the warmth between your legs. He shuffles to unzip his pants and pull himself out of his boxers.

When his tip pushes against your entrance, a moan spills from your mouth.

“You wanna go back to your little conversation now?” Rafe taunts. He sinks another inch into you, urging you to lean forward and arch your back.

“No,” you whisper. He huffs a gratified chuckle as his hand wraps against the back of your neck, forcing you to bend over even more. Your breath fogs on the mirror as you press your trembling hands down.

Rafe shoves his full length into you, his body flush against yours, the cold countertop hard on your hips. The sound of your pounding heart mixes with the dampened music and overlapping chatter on the other side of the door.

His firm arms wrap around your head. He boxes you in, completely constricting you, as he starts to thrash into you. With every pump, his hold on you tightens. His pace is frenzied and desperate.

He rides the power trip of having you like this. Minutes ago, you were entertaining some moron, but he’s balls deep in you right now, reminding you who you really belong to.

You look into the mirror, the way your body jolts with every slam, the way his lips are parted, the way his face is contorted in an expression that tells you he has a point to prove.

When he’s in this state, you know he’s only chasing his own pleasure, so you dip a hand between your legs to touch yourself while he plunges in and out of you.

You meet his reflected eyes and his forearm presses against your throat in the headlock he has you in.

“I own you,” he grunts. You nod in desperation. In these sinful, heated moments, he possesses you completely.

Rafe’s hips stutter as he reaches his peak, nearly cutting off your airway as he cums deep inside you. Your orgasm rushes through your body seconds later, filling you with euphoria.

Once he releases you, you’re gasping for air. His dimples cave into his cheeks as he smiles in sick satisfaction, buttoning his jeans back up behind you.

“Go back to him if you want to so bad,” he tells you. He meets your gaze in the mirror. “While you talk to him, you can think about how it’s my cum dripping out of you.”

Rafe leaves you bent over and breathless, staring at your own fucked out expression. It always ends this way. And you know you’ll let him do it again and again and again.

[mykneeshurt]

Pride

Thank you to @ave661 for the eye candy

Price x AFAB!reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, daddy kink, praise kink, semi-public sex, p in v, oral f receiving, oral m receiving, unprotected sex

Reader is early 30s Price is 38 … though in my mind he’s 100% 45 lmao man radiates dilf energy

This isn’t proof read … I love chaos

It’s started as a joke, a tongue in cheek joke aimed towards you Captain over some celebratory drinks in the local pub. It had been a hard mission, alcohol was a must after what you’d been through as a team. It was the middle of December, fairy lights hung above the bar as a roaring fire lit up the snug corner of the pub.

Drinks were flowing, the atmosphere was cosy and conversation was easy. You were sat in the middle of your Captain and your Lieutenant. Their wide bodies crowded you in the booth as you relaxed into the warmth of their firm muscles. As you were drinking Gaz came running up to the table ‘right, I’m off.’ He had a smirk on his face as he downed the last of his pint, noticing a woman stood by the door you threw him a wink ‘she’s very pretty Gaz. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.’

Soon after Johnny slipped away, telling you he was meeting up with an old friend. Even your stoic Lieutenant had been making eyes at a lucky woman at the bar. Turning to your Captain, your head swimming in alcohol you pouted at him. ‘What’s the matter cap? Worried you’re a bit too old for these spring chickens in here?’ You smiled as you said it, rubbing your tongue over your teeth.

‘Careful love’ he growled, just low enough so only you could hear, ‘could teach you a thing or two yanno.’ You scoffed rolling your eyes, you dropped your eyes to his lips as you bit yours softly. ‘An old man like you? What would you know about pleasing a woman?’

And that’s exactly how you ended up in the back of his car, laid out, bottom half bare as he ran his tongue up and down your cunt. You gripped the leather seats as his tongue swirled around your clit, adding just the right amount of pressure to sent jolts of electricity through your body.

Your sweet moans filled the car as Price inhaled them like the very oxygen he needed to survive. Arching your hips into him you craved more. He was holding back. ‘John … please’ you begged as you gripped his arm. ‘What’s the matter? Old man too much for you?’ He questioned, his deep blue eyes fixated on your glowing body. ‘Feels so good John, don’t stop.’

With your permission he grazed your slit with his thick fingers, gathering your arousal. The sound was sinful. You bit your lip as he gently pushed into you, stretching your hole as you gasped for breath. You couldn’t see it, but he had one hell of a smug grin over his face. If it was one thing the Captain took pride in? It was how he could fuck.

He picked up his pace as he slowly added a second finger, stretching you further. He watched as his fingers moved in and out of your glistening hole, conducting a chorus of gasps and moans from your lips. He kept thrusting his fingers, watching your body writhe from pleasure. Your chest heaving and panting, your eyes screwed shut as you clenched your thighs around him.

‘Pretty little thing ain’t you?’ He cooed, before adding his thumb to your swollen bundle of nerves. A sharp gasp left your lips at the sudden intrusion. ‘Shit, oh my god’ you whimpered, burying your face into the leather seat. He leant over you, still keeping his punishing pace, lips hovering just above yours. ‘Not god love, just John.’

Feeling you begin to clench around his fingers he replaced his thumb with his mouth. Nipping, sucking and licking your clit, pushing you further and further to the brink of your orgasm. A string of incoherent words emerged from your throat as you threw your head back. ‘That’s it, give it to me love’ he whispered against your cunt, his beard tickling your sensitive skin.

Pushing your fingers through his hair you gripped it, pulling his face further into your aching pussy. He smiled against your folds savouring your arousal on his tongue. Your orgasm rushed over you in a tidal wave of unbridled pleasure. Completely blinded by your orgasm you hadn’t realised what you’d moaned.

Opening your eyes you saw Price staring down at you, a devilish glint in his eye. ‘Daddy huh?’ Oh god no. You didn’t realise you’d said it. He nuzzled into your neck nipping it softly between his teeth ‘mmm let daddy show you how well he can fuck eh?’ It was a growl, a low rumble from the depths of his chest.

He pulled you up onto his lap as he kissed you, his arms wrapped around you as he cupped your head into his. The kiss was messy and desperate, tongues fighting for control amongst the mass of teeth and lips. Rolling your hips into him you felt his hard cock against your core. ‘Fuck me John, now’ you demanded. Never being one to say no he quickly pulled out his cock and lined himself up.

You sank down onto his cock, both gasping as he filled your hole. He gripped your hips and began guiding you, rolling you back and forth as you covered his cock with your arousal. ‘Keep goin love, just like that … pussys so good’ he praised. He licked his lips as you began bouncing, wrapping your arms around his neck you nipped his bottom lip.

The windows were steamed up, the car filled with the sound of skin on skin, your pussy being filled and fucked. But the good Captain wanted more, wanted to show you how good he really was. In a swift motion he placed you face down on the back seat, instinctively you arched your hips up to meet him. He slipped back into your cunt, both of you gasping once more.

You pushed back into him as he began to thrust, gripping both your hips he slammed into you. A truly punishing pace, his cock felt so good as it ground against your core. He let out deep satisfied moans as he fucked you from behind. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling completely cock drunk. ‘Oh fuck daddy!’ You wailed as you scrambled to grip onto the leather seat, his pace was unrelenting. ‘That’s right’ he growled, ‘let daddy take this of this pussy.’

Spanking your ass he watched as the muscle juggled with each thrust. His eyes glued to the shape of your body beneath him, he snaked his hand into your hair. Pulling you backward causing your to arch your back further, your tits bounced each time he slammed into your pussy. ‘Oh fuck, right there, right there daddy’ you spat through gritted teeth.

‘Good girl, takin’ this cock so well.’ The praise drove you wild, it was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. Your skin felt like it was on fire, he rubbed your back, each fibre of your being lit up as he caressed you. ‘More daddy please, please please please’ you muttered, it was almost like a mantra. He spanked you again ‘little whore cock drunk already? Daddy’s doin a good job huh?’ He groaned under his breath.

You felt yourself tighten against his cock, ‘fuck fuck fuck, gonna cum’ you said, your voice strained from pure pleasure and desire. He dropped his hand from your waist to your clit, toying with it between his fingers. Daring you to come on his cock, pushing you further and further. He couldn’t not make you come again, his pride wouldn’t let him. He needed to hear your pretty little moans again, feel your cunt constrict around his cock.

Your jaw went slack, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you pushed your forehead into the seat beneath you. No sound came from your mouth as your orgasm ripped through you. John wasn’t too far behind, he pulled out and flipped you over, shoving his cock down your throat. You gagged around him as he came down your throat. Looking up at him through hooded lids, tears stung the corners of your eyes as you swallowed.

Whispered grunts and whimpers fell from his lips as his cock pulsated in your mouth. Your sweet saliva coating the entire length of his sensitive shaft. He offered you a warm smile as he pulled out, tracing your jaw with his thumb. ‘Now. What do you say to daddy?’

With a content sigh you licked your lips as you grazed his muscular thigh with your nails. ‘Mmm thank you.’

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Taglist - @luminousbeings-crudematter @griffmors

I low key hate this lmfao daddy kink makes me shudder but it fit - thank you to @johnnytavish who suggested the daddy kink lmao

[momodita]

tidbits જ⁀➴ hjirako shinji.

TAGS / WARNINGS: no shinji, angst, reader is drunk, gn reader WC: 500 NOTE: yes i do see the irony of this being a shinji snippet. with no shinji. sorry kings it had to be done.

✗ MINORS / AGELESS / BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Shinji has never loved etiquette, though he always liked to pretend he could tolerate it.

You remember this as your body tilts into a solid chest: a welcome presence compared to the winter chill caressing your face.

The privacy of the Fifth Division’s barracks has been a relief, especially with the distant roar of festival crowds. There’s no one in the vicinity—activities taken to public areas to celebrate. Even the forests are alight with song and dance.

Were she here, Yoruichi would tell you to take advantage of the mood. And this New Year’s festival has been quite enjoyable thanks to your cup’s generous helpings of liquor—the burn of plum wine softened to trickling richness with each gulp.

And you think, with a gentle heat soothing over the column of your neck, that maybe he’d be amenable to the idea you had in mind.

His attention comes easily when you pinch his sleeve.

“Shinji,” you whisper, leaning into the warmth of him, fingers curling in his haori; hoping to feel his long wisps of hair brushing your face, to warn him—like you’ve always wanted—against getting it in your mouth. “Sh’nji.”

Alcohol slurs the drop of his name, but he’ll forgive you, you’re sure; he’s had a few drinks too. He’ll understand.

A broad hand covers your wrist, pulling loose your pathetically weak grasp. Confused, disoriented, you blink heavy eyelids and refocus on the man in front of you.

“He’s not here,” Aizen says, face soft but pitying, his eyebrows lifted and creased in a gut-wrenching look of sympathy. “He’s gone.”

Your eyes fill with tears before he’s finished speaking, swallowing hard as emotion piles thick in your throat—gravity finally winning, letting you collapse the rest of the way into Aizen’s lap.

His hand is large and gentle on your spine as he consoles you.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, voice quiet and deep. “I know you were very close.”

All at once, you crumble. You let out an aborted little wail. It catches behind your teeth, a nauseating pressure that licks up your esophagus with a heaving breath as your mouth grows wet with spit.

Aizen doesn’t even know the half of it. You’d been close enough to Shinji to wake him from sleep; to feel his sun-kissed shoulder after lounging on roofs; to count the lines at the corner of his eyes and the tiny mole just below the first knot of his spine.

“It’s never felt right to me,” Aizen hums, “how easily he left you behind.” His thumb strokes over the bare skin of your nape when he speaks. You muffle an echoing sob into his thigh.

Not once have you received word from Shinji since his disappearance—what Aizen had called defection.

You would never again run a brush through his hair, or feel the jump of his chest when he laughs. Or even get a chance to show him your anger in person for leaving without a single word of goodbye.

[mythicamagic]

Slow Dance: a Sylus oneshot

Summary: “It's not like you to drink alone though, sweetie,” his rich cadence purred above her ear. “Usually we'd have something together.”

She huffed. “I felt like raiding your wine cellar, is that a problem?”

“In what world would it be?” a smirk could be heard in his voice.

Rated T

Short fluffy oneshot for @nebuchadnezzar

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The beat was a slow, lulling tune that wrapped her in a relaxed embrace. Lazy yet tantalizing like the flow of wine traveling through her system, warming whenever it touched.

The luxuriously furnished room held a sole occupant tonight. Instead of its owner, a decorated Hunter swayed in place. She took another sip of her wine, humming, rocking her hips slowly to the beat while tiredly watching Sylus’ record player as the disk spun and spun. The minutes had crawled into hours, and there was only so many times she could play Rock, Paper, Scissors with Mephisto before it got old.

It wasn’t as though they’d had plans or anything. She’d dropped by unannounced and found the place empty, but he knew to expect her in the evenings. The hour now approached midnight, and the moment she’d begun to feel cold and foolish in her deep red silk slip, she’d reached for the Romanée-Conti.

“I see you started without me.”

The muscles automatically tensed in her lower spine, before she relaxed. Sensing him approach from behind, she kept her gaze forward and continued swaying, taking another swig. 

Her hand was seized the moment she lowered her glass. Warmth pressed against her back. His free hand came into view, resting on the deep black shelf before her. The wine glass was tipped a little for him to inspect, swirling the red liquid around inside. 

“It's not like you to drink alone though, sweetie,” his rich cadence purred above her ear. “Usually we'd have something together.”

She huffed. “I felt like raiding your wine cellar, is that a problem?”

“In what world would it be?” a smirk could be heard in his voice.

Though he caged her, his grip on the glass fell away to her hip, allowing her to keep swaying. She set the wine down and turned in his embrace, sliding one arm up to perch on Sylus’ shoulder as they mock danced, gently moving their bodies in sync. She kept her gaze low, pretending to be enamored with his mouth. Her freehand carefully skimmed his waist, moving to roam the expanse of his back. No wounds there either, but the scent of gunshots filled her nose.

His lips lost the amused tug at the corner, downturning slightly. “Were you worried?”

She laughed, moving her attention to the lights above his head. “Only a prized idiot would worry about the leader of Onychinus after agreeing to be with him. You're going to get shot at and come home late sometimes, it's nothing unexpected. Nothing to…make a fuss over.”

Sylus’ calloused palm brushed her cheek, and she fought the urge to lean into it, inwardly sighing as he grasped her chin and forced their eyes to meet. He smiled slightly, wrapping his arm more snugly aroundher waist and back as they swayed like they were back at the auction where they’d first danced. 

“I suppose so. But, hm…turning that around, I know of a woman very dear to me, who runs around as one of Linkon’s Hunters. She faces fearsome Wanders all day, and she’s very strong. Comes back battered and bruised for her cause. She’s reckless too. Self righteous. She’d foolishly sacrifice herself to save others.”

Opening her mouth to argue, she stilled when his thumb brushed her mouth and he leaned in close, swallowing her in his shadow. “I still worry about her, despite knowing the type of woman I signed up for. I guess that makes me a prized fool too.”

Stupidly, tears actually stung her eyes. Her mouth pressed into a thin, grim line, stubbornly holding them back as heat flooded her cheeks. She grabbed him by the collar in an effort to distract him, standing up on tip-toe to meet him halfway as their lips met. 

Sylus muffled a chuckle against her mouth, stroking her back in a long, indulgent drag before grabbing her under her thighs and lifting her up- letting her wrap both legs around his waist. “You’re such a bad liar, kitten,” he mumbled in-between heated kisses. 

The woman in his arms ignored him, moving her touch to his face and cradling it gently in both hands for a moment, as if he was something incredibly precious. She combed her fingers through silky silver hair, massaging his scalp, before dragging one hand down his firm shoulder and under his-

Her fingers traced a hole in the material of his shirt. She pulled back with a frown, pinching the spot for good measure. Sylus hissed against her teeth. “Easy, there. It’s healed but still tender. We can play rough later.”

“It shouldn’t be tender at all. There shouldn’t be a hole- or an exit wound,” she groped at his upper back, finding a similar hole. “Are there any others? How bad is it?”

Sylus just looked up at her as he continued swaying them gently to the jazz music playing on loop. His eyes twinkled, smile deeply satisfied. 

“Sylus!” his lover hissed, swatting his shoulder continuously. “Let me down now. March yourself to the bathroom this instant. We’re going to go over every single trace- no, every hint of an injury you probably received tonight- and you’re going to explain each one. Do you need first-aid anywhere? Your Evol only heals so much if you overuse it,” she was rambling, checking him over as best she could.

He hummed contentedly under her care, turning and striding with long legs towards the door. “Sounds exciting, Darling. Next time you come home injured though, I fully expect to receive the same perks of examining your body from head to toe.”

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End

[hellsite-proteins]

It fills you even now, doesn't it? The hunger. To bite down on my jugular, to feel the warmth fill your mouth and run over even as you drink deep. Good, good! This is the beast I have longed to face!

i have no idea what this is from and i'm not sure if i should be concerned but alright

letter sequence in this ask matching protein-coding amino acids:

ItfillsyevennwdesntitThehngerTitedwnnmyglartfeelthewarmthfillyrmthandrnverevenasydrinkdeepGdgdThisistheeastIhavelngedtface

protein guy analysis:

overall, the structure is pretty unhappy and not very cohesive, with each loop kind of doing its own thing in the general vicinity of the rest of the structure. as a result, while it folds into something that is not totally spread out, it still has weird gaps and doesn't completely become a unified protein. since the confidence of this structure is also pretty low, it would probably be moving and shifting around as each unique section tries unsuccessfully to figure out what it wants. on the other hand, there are some alpha helices, and even a super small antiparallel beta sheet, so that is fun to look at!

predicted protein structure:

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

Heloooo!

I'm really happy I found your blog we need more male reader writers🫶🥲

I'm here to request a oneshot for Tyrion Lannister from game of thrones who is very close friends with the reader (ftm or not your choice) but he slowly starts realizing he feels more than friendship towards him.

Like the reader is Tyrions gay awakening if you will😌

Love what you do, you're doing a great job lots of love💖

Beneath the Shadows of Kings

Pairing : Tyrion Lannister x Male reader Tags: Getting together, Fluff, Friends to lovers Word count : 923 Y/n: Your name  L/n: your last name

The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the dimly lit chamber, where Tyrion Lannister sat hunched over his small writing desk, quill poised in hand. The scratch of ink on parchment was a familiar sound, but tonight, it felt insufficient to distract his restless thoughts. He missed Y/N —his laughter, his insight, the way he  brought light into the dreary halls..

Their  friendship had blossomed in this dark place, forged in shared wit and mutual understanding. Y/N  had been a source of strength for Tyrion during his darkest days, a friend who saw beyond the legacy of a Lannister name. Y/N  had listened to his countless tales, never judging, never looking down on him. Rather, He encouraged him, making him feel seen in a way that few others did.

On this particular evening, he had requested the other man's  company after a taxing day filled with political manoeuvrings and veiled threats. He often found solace in Y/N presence, but tonight, as he waited for his to arrive, a different kind of tension filled the air—one he couldn’t quite place.

The door creaked open, interrupting his thoughts. There Y/N stood, an inviting smile lighting up his face, eyes shimmering with a warmth that always made him feel at home. "I thought you were going to drown yourself in ink tonight, my lord,” Y/N teased, stepping into the room.

“Ah, but the ink has a tendency to run dry, unlike the conversation with a good friend,” Tyrion replied with a smirk, setting the quill aside. He motioned for Y/N  to sit on the chair opposite him. “But I suppose I have some red wine nearby. Perhaps that would be a better companion for our evening?”

Y/N  settled into the chair, his presence filling the room with an energy that Tyrion relished. “You know I wouldn’t argue against a glass or two of your finest,” Y/N said playfully, and Tyrion scoffed, pouring a generous amount into two goblets.

They clinked together, and They  both brought their goblets to their lips, drinking deeply, a silent toast to camaraderie shared amidst a brutal world.

As the wine flowed, so too did the conversation—stories of their past adventures, shared laughter, and subtle glances that lingered just a moment too long. The way Y/N  spoke, His hands gesturing in wide arcs, his expressions shifting from mirth to earnestness—it struck something deep within Tyrion.

“This world is a cruel and senseless place, isn’t it?” Y/N mused, his tone reflecting on the darker sides of politics. “But amidst that chaos, we endure, we find joy in small things, like...” His voice trailed off as his gaze caught Tyrion's It was a simple silence, yet it resounded louder than the words that often peppered their conversations.

Tyrion found himself lost in those eyes. They were like pools of endless possibility—a light amid the darkness. He realised in that moment that his feelings had shifted, deepened in ways he couldn’t yet fully comprehend. The laughter they shared now felt laced with something greater, something that tethered his heart to Y/N.

"You are a rare light in this dismal place," he finally said, his voice softer, the words almost a confession. "More precious than gold or title."

Y/N tilted his head, the corners of his mouth curling into a soft smile, and the warmth his  presence brought ignited something deep inside him—something frightening yet intoxicating.

“Isn’t that what friends are for?” Y/N  replied gently, but Tyrion could sense the way the other man’s pulse quickened, the way his breath hitched ever so slightly.

“No, it’s more than that,” he pressed, leaning forward, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken tension. “You’ve become… integral to my life. Someone I rely on, someone I want at my side, not just as a friend, but as something more.”

Y/N expression shifted, surprise momentarily flickering across his face, quickly replaced by understanding. “Tyrion...” he began, but Tyrion cut him off.

“Please, allow me this—these feelings, they’ve been gathering like storm clouds in my heart,” he confessed, his voice trembling, raw with sincerity. “I’ve tried to ignore them, buried them beneath laughter and jest, but I cannot anymore. You are more than a friend to me; you are…”

His voice faltered. The silence swelled like the tide, pulling him closer to the edge of vulnerability. Y/N took a deep breath, and then, to Tyrion’s surprise, Y/N reached across the table, his fingers brushing lightly against the dwarfs .

“I feel it too,” Y/N whispered, eyes shining with a mix of emotion that resonated with him. “But in a world like this… could we…?”

“Could we dare?” Tyrion finished, a spark of hope igniting between them . “I have long been a fool in my life; I will not be a fool where my heart is concerned.”

In the flickering candlelight, with the shadows of kings looming just outside yet feeling far away, Y/N leaned closer, his warmth enveloping Tyrion. “Then let’s not be fools together,” Y/N said softly, His lips curving into a smile that spoke of possibility.

Time seemed to freeze as Tyrion closed the distance between them, and in that moment, amidst the chaos of the world outside, they both took the first steps into uncharted territory together.

As Their lips met, all political alliances and family expectations faded into the background, leaving only the promise of what could be, a bond forged not merely from friendship, but something richer, more profound.

[celestialspecial]

Such Sharp Teeth

I needed to write a werewolf fic again, so many other writers i follow have been putting out bomb content so i had to join in <3

Writers notes: It's not true abo dynamics- some elements are featured but it doesn't follow truly, it is reader insert but MC's name is Aurora-

also go read @becauseicantthinkwritings Objects in Motion, hooooly shittt

Warnings: 18+themes, graphic descriptions of body transformation, insinuated non con elements, reader digression advised :)

All you could feel was the cool air on your skin, blowing through your hair as the moon glowed overhead. You felt strong, powerful. It was exhilarating and freeing all at once. The beauty of the forest surrounding you as the sharp ribbons of silver moonlight cut in shards through the trees.

You could taste the air, smell bread being baked from miles away, hear people talking and animals scurrying away from you. The forest floor rose up time and again to meet your feet, every sensation heightened. It was a beautiful thing more often than not, but tonight was different. Tonight there was a sense of desperation inside of you.

A tinge of fear, footfalls echoing behind you, they were far but yet still so close. Too close for comfort. Howls rang out and you knew that you'd never escape keeping pace like this. Your breath grew ragged, no longer deep inhalations but tortured puffs. 

You could see your breath in the air before you and then you felt the pain surging through your body. Bones breaking, tissue tearing, muscles unraveling only to be knit back together in another form. You wanted to cry out at the pain but it’d only alert them to your location and that was far too dangerous. 

You could taste blood and feel tufts of fur spring up along your spine as it twisted and mangled its shape into something new. Your eyes blurred as you felt the bones in your face collapsing and extending, ears rising up and canines lengthening in your still too small mouth.

The next time your foot hit the ground it was no longer a foot, but a paw. The squelching sound of mud making contact with the pads of it. You had been running fast but now the speed was unparalleled. Heavy panting as you pushed yourself to the brink of exhaustion.

You still had miles to go but the howling was far off in the distance growing further away and that’s how you liked it. How it’d need to be for as long as it took you to figure out the next step.

The covers you woke up in were caked in mud, it crunched as you shifted in the bed, pattering to the floor surely creating a mess. You groaned stretching your arms overhead, human arms, the muscles sore and aching from how far you’d run last night. 

Even the edges of your feet and tips of your ears felt taut with tension and soreness. Rubbing a hand over your face, coming away with more dirt.

“Shit.”

“Shit is right, look at the state of this room.” A friendly face poked her head in through the doorway. She was tall, elegant limbs covered in a chunky sweater and leggings. Dark brown hair pulled up into a messy bun, light hazel eyes filled with a touch of mischief.

“I’m sorry, Celeste. I promise I’ll clean everything up.” She moved over to the side of the bed, holding a mug of something that smelled heavenly. Gesturing for you to take it, the heat seeping into the palms of your tired hands.

“I’m not worried about it. Here, drink. You need something to warm your bones.” You nodded taking a long drawn out sip. The liquid was chocolatey with a medicinal hint that washed over your tongue and seemed to heat your insides up almost immediately. 

“It should help with well…everything.” She gave a half hearted smile, shrugging one shoulder up, before adjusting the edge of her sweater. “You came a very long way.” You finished the drink, setting the mug into the side table next to you. The warmth began to leech into your bones finally and you felt immensely grateful for Celeste and her healing abilities. 

“I couldn’t stay. I had to…I just-time was running out.” The reassuring smile gave way to an earnest look of sympathy.

“They can kill you for this.” You swallowed thickly, all too aware of the dangers you had put yourself in. The odds hadn't been in your favor but you had to take a chance, to get away from home. Home. It felt a sham to even call it that. 

“I know. And I’m beyond grateful you letting me stay here the night but I promise I’ll be out of your hair soon.” Celeste made a waving gesture in the air, dismissing your words.

“Don’t be ridiculous, stay as long as you need.” The kindness created a fist in your throat, you’d been friends for years, writing letters back and forth since visiting often wasn’t allowed.

Rival pack members weren’t allowed to associate with one another more than their Alphas permitted.

You bit the inside of your cheek in an attempt to shove down the hatred and anger you felt for your pack. To call them such a thing felt like a crime in and of itself. They were horrible and controlling, to think of yourself free from them felt exciting and terrifying. 

“You could get in trouble.” You nearly whispered, even though no one was around to hear. She brushed off the notion.

“We’ll figure out a place for you to stay in the meantime. Has it started?” You gave a brief nod, not wanting to talk about it. The temperature of your skin, the cramping, that undeniable ache that shook you to your core. Like your body was no longer your own. It was infuriating and deliciously tortuous.

“Then in a few days when it’s over we can figure out what to do from there.”

“Your brother is gonna kill you.” 

“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.”

“Speak for yourself.” Celeste only gave you a smirk before squeezing your shoulder in a comforting fashion.

“Alright up, I need to change these sheets. A dirty dog rolled all over in them.”

That night felt like hell, a worse cycle than you’d ever had before. The winges of pain and agony ached through your system. It felt like your body had been tossed into a blazing fire.

In fact that sounded much better than what you felt now. Heats were different for every pack member but you couldn’t recall a time when you wished you were unconscious instead of enduring it.

You had needed to get away from your town, your pack before this happened. Before you were tied to the worst man you’d ever had the displeasure of knowing.

You were his property in his mind and the idea of you turning him down, running away rather than accepting his forced mating had surely sent him into a rage. 

Maybe your body knew what had been coming and was throwing a fit in rebellion even now that you were in safe territory or maybe the strain and stress of escaping and being on the run had done you in.

Either way no matter how many cold showers you took, how many naps your forced yourself into, how many times your own hands attempted to hit their mark, it wasn’t enough.

Celeste had left a hearty brew of tea for you that was supposed to help, you’d chugged the whole thing down to the shock of your friend and still nothing. Or maybe it had helped and this was the edge being taken off.

Being hit by a bus felt less excruciating than this. 

You somehow managed to fall asleep and when you woke your mouth felt dry, the familiar ache between your legs remained unsatisfied.

You wanted to tear the pillows on the bed to pieces, watching the feathers explode and drift down around you as your screamed into the frigid air. 

You couldn’t even keep the window open for fear of Celeste's male pack members smelling you and paying an uninvited visit. Tipping off her brother that you were here, potentially getting her in loads of trouble.

Your fingers itched to tear open the window and taste the cold November breeze. Your nails scratched gouges in the white paint on the window sill as you stared longingly out at the frost bitten garden. 

A soft knock came at the door, seeing your friend slipping into the room with another pot of strong smelling tea. Celeste sat the tea down on the side table, noting your frustrating posture by the window.

“I’m sorry, I know exactly how you feel.” 

“I hate it.” It sounded like a whine, maybe it was but at this point you didn’t care. 

“I have to go out and run some errands in town but I promise it won’t be long. Drink the rest of this, I put something in it to help your frazzled nerves and maybe even get you to sleep.”

The thought of sleeping another 48 hours and waking up normal again sounded so enticing. 

“Thank you.” You crawled into bed staring out the window imagining running freely through the forest, only this time not away from something but towards something better.

Something that felt intangible right now. Tossing back a long swig from the tea pot and letting your eyes shutter close for however long they’d allow.

The hours crawled by and you felt yourself somewhere in a slumber and waking titration. Eventually you could see the sun was lower in the sky, mid to late afternoon maybe?

Your body groaned in revolt as you got up from the bed, joints creaking and popping, clasping the now empty teapot in your hands.

You could feel the sweat dripping down your brow, swiping at it, rubbing at your eyes anything to avoid feeling how warm your whole body felt.

Celeste hadn’t come home yet and you managed to scrub the pot clean, place it in the drying rack and wash a dish or two more. Just to feel useful for once.

Wanting to be the least invasive houseguest as you could, moving over to where the washroom was and folding some of the sheets spilling out of the dryer. The small menial tasks actually helped contain the disjointed feeling your body was experiencing.

The sound of a key being inserted into the side door, unlocking and closing alerted your ears that Celeste was home. You felt too tired and pained to call out to her, instead waiting to see her face pop around the corner, but it didn’t. 

Footsteps echoed across the wooden floor and sounds of bags being dropped onto the kitchen island, accompanied by the soft sound of items, perhaps fruit, falling out and rolling along the granite. Then you smelled it.

The most intoxicating scent that had ever graced your nose. It was pine trees and fresh crisp air, like looking up into the night sky on a winter evening. It had a bite at first that smoothed into a warm rich earthy quality. There was even a hint of spice, it overtook every one of your senses, like you’d been bathed in it.

This wasn’t Celeste. 

Your ears strained to listen to anything this visitor was doing, whoever it was they had a key. Fuck. Celeste hadn’t told anyone you were here. Your muscles tensed, noticing all sounds from the kitchen had ceased.

Attempting to pad as quietly as you could out of the washroom, venturing a quick look into the kitchen. Sure enough there were grocery bags with oranges spilling out onto the island but no one around.

Silence.

If you could just sneak to the back door, you could see it from your point of view. One quick leap and you’d be gone and able to shift and disappear into the fast approaching night.

One step, then another. You were always known for being quiet in your pack, able to sneak up on any prey. This was no different.

Another few steps and you’d be home free. You felt the cool wooden floor kiss the tips of your toes before the strongest force you’d ever felt knocked you from your feet.

Your legs barely touched the ground before your back was slammed into the nearest wall, tauntingly so close to the back door. Large strong hands held you in place, your shoulders pinned against the drywall.

The scent you’d smelled before consumed you, your traitorous body arching against the wall towards the source.

“Who are you?” The voice was deep, a hint of gravel. Male. You felt your vision clearing from your head smacking against the hard surface to see sure enough a large man in front of you.

He was tall, towering over you, lean and athletic, muscles strained under his white shirt, corded along his forearms down to his hands that stilled you.

You felt the anxious pull to look down, to not meet his eyes. The undeniable mark of an alpha, it irked you to no end. Taking a steadying breath you fought your body, looking up into his face.

He was handsome, carved from rock and earth and dusted with something you couldn’t quite place. 

Dark brown hair that fell across his forehead, the sides were closely cropped but the rest hung longer, down to eyes that were such a deep brown you could lose yourself in them easily.

You could only imagine how radiant they’d look, flecks of gold catching the light when he smiled, but right now they were cold, calculating. The air caught in your throat, a choking noise all you could muster.

Your arms flexed against the wall, knowing you couldn’t escape but dying to, begging to. His nostrils flared, you watched the pupils in his eyes dilate, consuming the already deep brown gazing back at you. His fingers gripped you tighter.

“I said…who are you? Why are you in my sisters house?” 

“I…I.” Your brain couldn’t form words, not now. The scent of him, the feel of his touch against your heated skin, you could feel dampness spreading between your legs, the slow ache building inside your body clawing to get out.

Your inner wolf was barely continued under your skin, a popping sensation in your ears, the room felt like it was spinning.

It was like he could sense everything going on in your body, the way his eyes roamed ravenously over your flushed skin, his fingers flexing against your arms, the intensity of his gaze.

It was a split second but you could feel his face pressed into the crook of your shoulder, hear him inhale you deeply. Groaning as he exhaled, there would be bruises on your body where he gripped you so tightly.

You couldn’t hide the gasp that left your lips feeling his hips pressed against your own, his arousal evident. You felt your hands reaching for his back and his grip lessened enough to let you, your nails scraping against his muscled back through his shirt.

The noise he made rumbled in his chest, you could nearly feel it reverberating through your own body. The scratch of stubble scraping against the soft skin of your neck as he breathed deeply the scent of your heat and your legs yearned to be wrapped around his waist and carried to the nearest flat surface.

A bed, the couch, the floor-

“Hey, HEY!” You felt his hands fall from your arms as another voice rang through the room.

Celeste was wedging herself between the two of you, arms out protectively in front of you. “Billy! What the fuck are you doing here?!”

The man before you took a step back, his eyes were still pitch black, his chest heaving, fingers clenching and unclenching as if testing that they were truly not holding you anymore. 

“Celeste. You know this woman?” 

“I do! This is Aurora, she’s-she's my friend.” His eyes narrowed on you.

“I don’t recall ever being introduced to her before.”

Celeste glanced worriedly between the two of us, I nodded at her, the most encouragement I could offer at the moment.

“She’s…uh…. She left her pack.” His eyes widened a touch, lips parting, taking a solid deep breath before looking back at Celeste.

“Celeste….” His words were a warning, tinged with anger, frustration, concern…

“I know! But she needed to get out of there, they were gonna force her to mate with a homicidal maniac of an alpha!”

“An alpha?” His tone was harsh and abrupt, rubbing the bridge of his noise, lines forming on his brow. “Jesus Christ, Celeste. Do you know how dangerous this is? To us? To the pack?”

“Forced Mating, Billy! That’s barbaric!” He sighed, leaning back against the kitchen counter, running a hand through his already mussed hair. 

“It is. I know that as much as you, but some packs…still participate in the old ways…” his words weren’t convincing anyone, you could see it in the strained expression on his face.

You drew a steady breath , hesitantly pushing away from the wall you had just been pinned to. You missed the feeling of heat from his body being so close to yours already.

“I…I can leave. No. I think I should, Celeste, he’s right. This is dangerous you guys can get in a lot of trouble hiding a rival pack member. If you were to get caught it could be…it could be bad.” 

Billy and Celeste both were looking back at you, you could see the similarities between the two. The dark hair and long lean stature, Billy’s eyes were significantly darker, but they shared similar noses and mannerisms. How they stood, staring you down, intimidating and beautiful.  

“Rory…where would you go?” Your friend sounded so incredibly sad, it broke your heart. “Plus it’s not safe…”

“Once my cycle is over, I’ll leave.” Billy watched you with the focus of a pack leader and in the way only a wolf could. At the mention of your heat you noticed how his nostrils flared, chest rising into a territorial puff. “I’ll find somewhere to go.” 

Celeste walked over to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you into a hug. You held her tightly, the overwhelming feeling of fear and frustration from your body and emotions beginning to take a tighter hold of you. 

“Wait.” A deep sigh came from where Billy stood. “We can figure…something out. Until you have a safe place to go.” His dark eyes were no longer black orbs but the brown had returned, a softness, and something else danced across them as he spoke to you.

“But-“ he raised a finger, the look of admonishment towards his younger sibling. “Do NOT let anyone else know she’s here until I say, and make sure she stays in the house until... well until it’s safe.” 

You watched as he gathered his keys from the island, turning to walk across the kitchen, his heavy motorcycle boots louder than they had felt before, followed by the sound of the door closing behind him.

You knew what you had seen in his eyes, because you could feel it just as deeply. Longing. And something just below the surface, barely concealed but there nonetheless.

[georgiebrits]

Fangs at my throat - Sim Jake

You find yourself in a dimly lit chamber, surrounded by the scent of blood and the sound of moans and gasps. The vampire lord, Jake, is sitting on his throne, looking at you hungrily. You are bound and helpless, completely at his mercy. His fangs glisten in the candlelight as he approaches, his eyes full of lust and primal hunger. You can feel his cold touch as he runs his hand over your curves, sending shivers down your spine. He leans in and whispers in your ear, "You belong to me now."

"Why do I belong to you?" you ask, your voice trembling. Jake chuckles, his lips brushing against your neck as he speaks. "Because you wandered into my territory without permission," he whispers. "And now you must pay the price." He bites down on your neck, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through you, as you realize that you are his captive for the night.

As you feel the vampire's fangs penetrating your skin, a strange sense of familiarity washes over you. You can't explain it, but it feels like you've known Jake for a long time. The pain subsides into pleasure, and you find yourself moaning softly under his touch. You feel a hunger in your belly, not just for his blood, but for something more primal. Jake pulls back, looking at you with an intense gaze. "Do you want more?" he asks, his voice low and seductive.

You slowly nod your head, feeling a deep yearning building up inside you. You're not sure why you want him so badly, but you do. Jake smirks, as if he knows exactly what's on your mind. He leans in and starts kissing you, his lips hungrily exploring yours, as his hands roam over your body. You moan into his mouth, feeling a warmth spreading through you. You realize that you're starting to enjoy this, despite the fear and uncertainty.

Jake unties you, sensing that you're under his spell. You feel a mix of relief and disappointment as the bonds come off, knowing that you're completely at his mercy now. He stands up, towering over you, his eyes glowing with hunger and desire. "Come with me," he commands, holding out his hand. You take it, feeling a strange pull towards him. He leads you out of the chamber and into the night, the full moon casting an ethereal light on the two of you. You feel like you're in a dream, unable to resist his hypnotic charms. Jake takes you to a hidden grotto, where a bed of plush silk cushions awaited you. He lays you down, his lips pressing against yours, his fangs barely grazing your skin. He moves on top of you, his hands running over your bare flesh as he growls with pleasure. In moments, his touches were everywhere, sliding over your skin, his hands and mouth heavy. Your moans filled the grotto as he pleasured you in ways you never thought possible. His fangs graze your neck as he drinks from you, drawing out every ounce of pleasure along with your blood. It's like every inch of your body is on fire, every touch sending jolts of electricity through you. You feel like you're on the edge of a cliff, about to fall over, but he always pulls you back at the last moment, letting you prolong the intense pleasure. It's as if he was intent on doing everything to you, pushing you to new levels of pleasure. You lose track of time, for the only thing that matters is the fierce passion that consumes the both of you.

Jake feeds on you until you're on the edge of consciousness, your body weak and your senses heightened. As he sucks you dry, he releases you from his hypnotic spell, letting you see clearly for the first time. You see the marks of his fangs on your neck, your body trembling. But he doesn't stop there. He begins to pleasure you once again, his lips and hands moving over you in new ways, bringing you to the brink of orgasm once more. You arch your back, your breath coming in ragged gasps as he takes you to even greater heights of pleasure. Finally, with a moan of ecstasy, you reach your climax. Every muscle in your body spasms in pleasure, as the sensations explode through you. You feel like you're floating in midair, suspended in a world of pure bliss. As you come down back to earth, Jake pulls you into his embrace, holding you close, his heart beating next to yours. You realize that you do indeed belong to him now, and you're not sure if you ever want to leave his side. As you slip into unconsciousness, you hear Jake's voice, low and hypnotic. "You will never leave me," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "You are mine, now and forever. Your body and soul belong to me." You try to resist the pull of his words, but you know deep down that he's right. You'll never be able to forget the intense pleasure that he gave you, and you'll always yearn for his touch. In your mind, you submit to him completely, letting go of all inhibitions and accepting your new life as a creature of the night.

You awaken in your bed. "Was it all a dream?" Seeing his teeth marks on you, you know it wasn't. But why are you back home if he said you could never leave?

[sangheilihoes]

Confessions Pt. 1

Warnings: Angst

🫵 @ladysaturnsdust @bloodhaven99 @wyyvernn @konnisart @psybrepunk @heiress-prime @haytham-loves-chocolate @demigoddessqueens @memoriesofafallen @amefuyuu @grandmaster-haytham-kenway @dairsmuids @anli-rambles 🫵

A/n: feels rushed but whatever. Hope you enjoy 🩷

Haytham had been pining over you for weeks, maybe months. You've been friends with him for awhile now, having already known nearly the full extent of what hes gone through, over drinks and vulnerable moments, so he naturally already trusts you. He wanted to make his ever growing feelings known but each time he walked toward you, he panicked, suddenly realizing that you never looked him that way and to ruin such a close, trusting friendship is too hard to bear, so his thoughts were never said aloud.

He hadn’t expected to fall so hard but you filled a part of him he thought he’d lost long ago. You were smart, almost too smart, you could read him when no one else could, you were also inquisitive, eager to learn any and everything. There was also an eye for detail he didn’t have, you could notice a heart shape where he saw nothing. You had a mouth too, you weren’t afraid to speak up if a plan didn’t sound good or if you felt disrespected, the both of you got into arguments because of it but he never got mad, only mildly annoyed. And by gods, you were beautiful. Eyes that seemed to make his heart beat faster when his own met them, hair that made him want to run his hands through, to feel the soft locks run in between his fingers, to smell what shampoo you used and the prettiest lips he wanted to kiss, to feel.

Haytham never loved life, finding it too cold to love but with you, the sky seemed more blue, the trees more green, the flowers and his heart bloomed. No, he would never love life but he would love a life with you, as much as he tried to deny himself such a luxury.

When he had yet another restless night, his sleep filled with nightmares of losing you, dressed simple trousers and a billowy shirt, with his gun on the side. he left his home. He didn’t know where he was going nor did he care but fate somehow lead him to your door. His shaky hand knocked softly, unsure if you were even awake at this point.

‘Well, no going back’ he thought to himself

He waited for you to answer for what seemed like an eternity but was no more than a minute.

“Who is it?” You asked from inside

“It’s just me.” He responded

You opened the door, surprised to see Haytham standing there, looking almost… lost

“Is something wrong, Haytham?” Concern lacing your voice

“No. I… I need to speak with you. Please?” His voice wavered

You let him in without another word, the warmth of you your home inviting compared to the cool night. You were nervous; he looked like he hadn’t slept, his body was slack, hair was down and messy, something clearly wasn’t right.

“Ok, Haytham, cut to the chase, what’s going on?”

“I apologize for disturbing you, I just needed someone to talk to.” He sounded emotional.

Stepping closer, your hand coming to rest on his arm. This wasn’t Templar related was it? You briefly considered grabbing a bottle of ale.

“Y/N… I’m scared.” He finally confessed

“You? Scared? Of what?” You could laugh but he was serious

“You. You scare me, Y/N.��

...Wait, what?! Haytham Edward Kenway? Scared of you?! ‘Am I dreaming?’ You thought

“Why? What did I d-”

“I’m scared of losing you.” He cut you off, his confession knocking the wind out of you. You went to ask why but once again he cut you off

“I have nightmares of losing you; whether it’d be you leaving or dying, I don’t know which is worse. I’ve been so scared to tell you how I feel. You’re my closest friend and I don’t know what’d I do without you.” He paused, taking a deep breath then making eye contact with you.

“Y/N, over these past couple months… I’ve noticed my feelings go from friendship to something deeper. You’ve awaken something long lost in my heart. You’ve been there through finding my sister, losing Jim, Birch, everything. And there isn’t anything I wouldn’t tell you. You have more a soul than I ever could. Not even the gods could compare to you.”

“Haytham…”

“Y/N, I’m in love with you and I’m scared. Scared I’m going to lose this friendship, going to lose you. And I can’t.”

All you could do is stare at him in shock, your face burning. You swore he could hear your heart beating. Suddenly his face fell.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you that. I’ll leav-”

“NO! Don’t leave! I-I-” You started but the words couldn’t leave. You had started growing feelings too but never said anything, thinking it would pass but it never did, if anything, they grew. You took a deep breath

“Haytham, I feel the same. You mean the world to me and I’d give anything to not lose you, even if it means not telling you how I feel. You’re such a hardass but I’ve seen the other sides, the softer and vulnerable, it only makes me love you more. And to know that you trust and care about me means the world. Thank you for telling me.”

The way he looked at you made your heart flutter, there was a spark in his eyes you’ve never seen before.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” He asked, heart beating out his chest.

“Please…” You responded. Leaning in closer, feeling his body press against yours, his arm coming to wrap around your waist and his other hand coming to cup your face, pulling you toward him. Your hand that held his arm was now wrapped around his neck with your free hand coming to rest on his shoulder.

Haythams lips met your own in a sweet, gentle, tentative kiss. Finally affirming your shared feelings. He felt fireworks go off in his chest, what he imagined your lips to be couldn’t hold a candle to how soft they really were and how perfectly his locked with yours.

Reluctantly, you pulled way, coming to see how dazed and in love he looked. He looked at you like you were the only thing that existed. Suddenly, you found his lips on your again, this time more feverish, desperate to have you and to make up for lost time.

“Stay here, I want you with me.”

“Anything for you.”

[howlingday]

Jaune: TYRIAN!

Tyrian: Oh? Heh heh heh...

Jaune: Huh?

Tyrian: AHAHAHAHAHAHA! YES! YES! Such... ferocity! Such... tenacity!

Tyrian: I am... loathe to recall the disappointment I felt when first we fought... But finally... Finally, after bathing in the blood and offal of your enemies, finally you prove yourself worthy prey for the hunt!

Tyrian: It fills you even now, doesn't it? The hunger. To bite down on my jugular, to feel the warmth fill your mouth and run over even as you drink deep. Good... Good! This is the beast I have longed to face!

Tyrian: As you sharpen your claws, I too sought newfound strength! But this is no place for a final contest. Come! Our goddess must bear witness to our dance! (Turns, Leaves)

Jaune: (Chases after) Tyrian!

[farfromhome97]

Born Cursed : The Beginning

Makings Of A Natural Disaster

Warnings: blood, nakedness, fighting/arguing, angst, 18+

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Everything hurts.

I can't see.

Or are my eyes closed?

Every breath is a labor, gasping afterwards trying not to loose the little breath I have.

Was the fight over?

Would Sukuna think I weak for clinging to the ground as I bled onto the earth?

Did he really leave?

Sukuna wouldn't do that. He just wouldn't.

'I told you he would, but like always you didn't listen. Worthless.'

My hand moved across the ground as I did my best to keep myself lifted, finding my way through the tall grass as blood seeped onto the greenery below.

With nothing but the stench of blood and the sounds of shouting behind me I choked on a sob, willing myself to carry on through this pain, if not I was surely to take my last breath here, alone.

"My... Lord?"

My voice was weak, panting as I felt my blood gush under my fingers, spilling quicker as my knees shook trying to hold the rest of my weight, my nerves firing when the shouts became louder, opening my eyes only for my vision to become dim again, blinking through sweat and tears.

I collapsed to the ground, my mouth opening to scream but nothing came, my throat catching as air was forced into my lungs feeling the sharp stabbing roll through my side in waves of pain, sucking air through my teeth when I was finally able to close my mouth, my lips finally pushing the last word I felt I would ever breath.

"Please..."

'Stop begging. Pathetic.'

Many sounds filled my ears, the shrill voices of the curses I had grown to trust and even some what befriend made my insides churn and my head ache, listening to their steps as they gathered around me, watching me as I clutched my side in pain, gasping for air.

"/|\Ä$73® SÜkÛπÅ Ï$ \|/äÎ+ïng"

Feeling the arms of a soldier lift me, my legs hanging off the sides as they carry me to him, willing myself to live just long enough to reach him.

My vision was growing darker, every blink becoming heavier and heavier, even the shouting around me melted into the same sounds, feeling my body become warm as I felt my pain slipping away.

I must be dying.

"Give her to me now!"

The sound of his voice pushed me from the darkness, feeling the warmth of his hands surround me followed by his arms then what must be his chest, assuming he was now carrying me.

"You are not allowed to die."

Hearing him speak directly next to my ear caused a small shiver to run down my back, almost coaxing me into a sleep, my heart ponding against my chest as I felt myself being laid on soft furs and blankets surrounding me in warmth.

Feeling Sukunas' hand move my clothes to the side, mumbling about the difficulty of the garments before the sound of shredding fabric met my ears, cringing as the cold air hit my bare skin.

When the last piece of my tunic was removed I couldn't help the guttural yelp that left my mouth, my eyes flying open again with adrenaline as I looked to Sukuna who was staring at me, frowning.

One of his free hands moved to the back of my head, lifting me slightly as he brought a bowl of water to my mouth, helping me drink the cool liquid, sighing afterwards.

A hand was placed against my side, cringing as the pain overtook me, feeling the tears stream down my face, soon followed by a bright light I could see behind my eyelids.

A few words I didn't understand reached my ears, followed by a coolness that spread throughout my body, feeling the pain fade away as he healed me.

"You need to warn someone before you obliterate the entire enemy in one go, you almost killed us as well."

Finally opening my eyes, I was met with deep crimson ones, followed by a frown coating his features.

"I...I am sorry, My Lord."

Wincing, I tried to sit up, a hand soon pushed me back down softly, hearing Sukuna click his tongue at me.

"You should not be sorry. Be proud. For your first battle you did very well."

Knowing his praises were rare to none, I couldn't help but smile, I did well.

"You also need to rest. We will be leaving at dawn."

Lifting me up gently, Sukuna placed his body behind mine, leaning me back until my back was flush against his chest. Two of his hands pulled a smaller fur up my body, the soft weight and the energy I had depleted making me sleepy.

Yawning, I couldn't help but nestle my head further into his warmth, the pain nearly non-existent as I let sleep overtake me.

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The sounds of birds chirping and the chill from the morning dew woke me from my deep slumber, still feeling the heat underneath my body causing me to want l to bury myself deeper into it, until the heat moved.

Slowly, I lifted my head, only to be greeted by crimson eyes and a smirk. A small yelp left me as I pushed the furs over my head, hoping to avoid his gaze, also hoping to hide the heat that had flushed my cheeks.

"Did you sleep well?"

His voice coaxed me from my hiding spot, peeking my head out of the covers to find him, still smirking at me.

Clearing my throat, I could only nod my head, not trusting my voice to not betray me. I watched as Sukuna slowly lifted me off of him, moving to grab a bowl filled with a meat stew, causing my stomach to growl loudly.

"Eat. We will leave afterwards."

Once again, only nodding, I took the bowl from him and watched as he walked out of the tent, eating like I had been starved for years, the broth coating my throat in a pleasant way as my body accepted it's nourishment.

Not long after I was finished, Sukuna walked through the opening, covered in bear pelt, coming to kneel in front of me.

"Ready?"

Only nodding, he cursed under his breath at what I assume was my lack of talking. Tossing a tunic in my direction, I began to take the furs away from me, nearly screaming in shock as I realized I was naked from the waist up, causing me to wrap the furs around me.

Giving me a sideways look, Sukuna just stood there as I became self conscious, forgetting he had more than likely seen his fair share of naked women, the thought making my stomach churn.

Sighing, I let the covers fall from my hands, shivering as the cold air hit my bare skin, watching Sukuna as he stared at me with a look I had only seen once before.

Pulling the garment over my head, I fixed the tunic in place before I tried to stand.

Key word, tried.

Immediately falling to my side, I did my best to brace for impact on the hard ground, instead feeling the warmth of a hand around my waist.

Looking up at the curse, thinking he'd definitely call me weak now, I waited for him to let go of my waist so I could stand on my own, only to be surprised when I was lifted into his arms, feeling him carry me from the tent out into the early morning air, a shiver leaving me at the sudden change in temperature.

Sukuna must have noticed, the bear pelt that was wrapped around his back was soon placed over mine, swallowing me whole in his warmth as we began our trek back to the shrine.

For the past 2 miles I had been sitting on one of Sukunas' bottom arms, cradling me so I didn't fall.

One of my arms had been wrapped around the arm above the one I sat on, the other grasping his wrist.

His footsteps became slower and slower until we were behind our small troop of soldiers, understanding that he wanted to speak to me, alone.

"Is something wrong, My Lord?"

Still keeping an even pace, Sukuna glanced in my direction before looking ahead again, his voice lower than normal when he finally spoke.

"When did you learn to do that?"

Knowing he was referring to flash of light that had decimated hundreds of thieves.

"I...truly don't know."

It was the truth, I didn't know how that happened, only that I had felt trapped and needed a way out.

Only giving a small grunt, Sukuna continued to walk with me in tow, and unknown to me, was planning on how to utilize the power I had displayed.

"I will teach you how to harness your energy. It will be the making of a natural disaster if you can control it at will."

I only nodded my head in agreement, listening to the sounds of leaves and twigs breaking under his footsteps, wanting to question what he meant, but instead I kept quiet, letting myself relax for the time being, soon falling asleep huddled against his shoulder as he took us home.

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A/N: 😭😭 I'm so so sorry that took FOREVER to finish, writers block is no joke. Hopefully part 4 will be up soon as well!! Much love! -Ash

[atticssmellgood]

Love and snotty tissues

Summary: reader is sick and Spencer takes care of him

Spencer Reid x Male!reader(he/him pronouns)

CW: none! This is purely self-indulgent, tooth-rotting fluff🥰

A/N: I’m currently battling a virus right now, and I thought a nice sick!fic would help me feel better! Enjoy!

You sniffled, your head completely buried in the mound of blankets currently engulfing you.

You were completely, and utterly, miserable.

The past few days had felt like hell on earth due to the war your immune system was waging with the germs inside your body. The headaches, the vomiting, the constant cold chills…

Yep, you had definitely found hell.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you fought the intense waves of pain in your skull, like you could somehow banish the splitting headache with sheer will. In fact, you were so focused on this task that you hadn’t heard the squeak of the hinges as the door to your bedroom opened, or the light footsteps making their way towards your bed.

“Y/N? Love?”

You opened your eyes at the familiar voice and internally cursed. You thought about pretending to be asleep, but you knew that probably wouldn’t fool the genius. So, you reluctantly poked your head out from under the blankets, squinting at the sudden brightness.

You heard Spencer laugh quietly, the sound filling you with warmth even as you shivered beneath the blankets.

The doctor pulled back the covers to get a better look at his boyfriend’s face. You gave him a sheepish smile when you saw Spencer’s soft expression turn into a worried one. The hand he used to pull the covers off of you was now on your forehead, pushing back hair damp with sweat.

“Y/N, You’re burning up..” He whispered as his hand gently moved to your cheek, softly running his thumb back and forth in a soothing motion.

You closed your eyes and leaned into the touch before responding with: “I’m fine, it’s just a cold, nothing to worry about.”

Spencer didn’t look like he was buying any of it as you opened your eyes to see him staring at you with furrowed brows.

You thought you could get lost in those big, brown eyes. The way they softened when he looked at you was absolutely mesmerizing, like he would give you all the love in the world and it still wouldn’t be enough to describe his feelings.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Spencer leaned down and kissed your forehead, removing his hand from your cheek.

“I’m going to call Hotch and tell him I’m not coming in today.” Spencer said with finality as he dug in his pocket for his phone.

“That really isn’t necessary—“ you groan, but by the time the words had escaped your mouth, he was already putting the phone up to his ear.

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“No! I already told you, I’m not drinking that crap!” Y/N shouts as Spencer tries to give him a small dose of cough syrup.

He laughs as he watches his boyfriend pout like a stubborn child, standing in the kitchen, crossing his arms and turning his head away.

Spencer sighs and softly places his hand on your jaw, turning your head back towards him.

“Please, love? For me?” Your breath momentarily stops as his eyes gaze into yours, warm and inviting. After a moment of silence, you throw your arms up in defeat.

“Fine! Fine. I’ll take the god damn cough syrup, just stop looking at me like that.” He grins at you, making your cheeks feel warm in a way that wasn’t caused by your fever.

Spencer hands the small spoon over to you as you take a deep breath.

‘It’s just cough syrup, you can handle it’

Without another thought, you stick the spoon into your mouth. The disgusting flavor coats your tongue and you gag.

Fortunately, Spencer was already waiting with a glass of water in hand. You snatch the cup greedily, not even waiting for him to extend it to you.

“See, that wasn’t so bad.” He smiled sweetly at you before taking the now empty glass out of your hand and setting it on the counter.

“Tell that to my tastebuds,” you grimace “I don’t think I’ll ever get that horrid taste out of my mouth.” It was true, the flavor still lingered even after you drank the water.

Then, without so much as a word, Spencer took your hands and guided them to his lips, showering your palms and knuckles in feather-light kisses. Once he’s done there, he makes his way up to your face, kissing both cheeks, your forehead, and your nose before finally bringing his mouth to yours.

The kiss is gentle, yet firm, his soft lips a stark contrast to your chapped ones. He holds your face in his hands, as if he was scared you might break beneath his touch. In that moment, you were the only people in the world. The feeling of his kiss drowned out the noise of the city, your burning fever, the headache, until all your senses were filled with him. You wrap your arms around his torso and pull him closer, desperate to make this moment last forever. Sometimes you wish you could borrow his memory, if only to remember moments like this, where neither of you felt anything but love and warmth and safety. Your chest felt heavy with longing as you breathe in the scent of vanilla and coffee.

The smell of him.

The smell of home.

He finally pulls away and you open your eyes slowly, the taste of him heavy on your tongue. You feel slightly dizzy when he stares at you, and only then did you realize;

The taste of the cough syrup was gone, replaced by the lingering sensation of his lips on yours.

You grin a giddy, lovesick thing.

“Have I ever told you I love you, Doctor Reid?” You say to him, watching as a pink blush reaches his ears.

The rest of the day was spent mostly in silence, save for the sounds coming from the TV and the occasional “how are you feeling” from your boyfriend. Spencer had made a cup of tea for you, which you were extremely grateful for. The hot liquid granted you temporary reprieve from the soreness in your throat, and tasted heavenly.

You sit on the couch with the warm mug in hand, contemplating just how god damn lucky you were right now.

You had a boyfriend, yes, but he wasn’t just any boyfriend. This man had taken time off of work just so he could take care of you. He didn’t have to, but he did. He cared about you in a way that you may never understand. He filled your life with so much love that you didn’t think it was possible to be able to feel anything else. Sometimes, you’d think your chest would explode from how much you loved that boy. He was like water to you, you couldn’t live without him. You wanted all your days and nights painted with him. His smile, his laugh, his soft touches and gentle eyes. His face, his scent, his voice, you wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with Spencer Reid, telling him how much he was loved.

Spencer then came into the living room with a bowl of warm soup and a small stack of DVD’s.

“So, which one are we watching first?”

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The sun had finally settled by the time you and Spencer finished the third movie. One long arm was wrapped around your torso, drawing small circles into you back as you laid on top of him, your head nuzzled into his chest. You sighed contentedly as his other hand carded gently through your hair.

“Hey Spence?” You mumbled, slightly raising your head to meet his gaze.

“Yeah?”

“I think I’d like to be sick more often.” You say with a lazy grin. He chuckles at that, and you lay your head back against his chest.

Comfortable silence falls over the both of you once again.

“Hey Spence?” You whisper again, eyes half lidded.

“Hmm?”

“I’m pretty sure you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

With that, you close your eyes, surrounded by nothing but love and body heat, letting the steady sound of Spencer’s heartbeat lull you to sleep.