#and wake up realizing there's a hole in my chest that can never be filled and a crack in my head that can never be mended

[spocks-kaathyra]

when the weed starts tasting like the realization that I'm still deeply lonely and I'll never be loved how I need and it's selfish of me to even want it

[monstersholygrail]

In The Darkness

Shadow demon x fem!reader— sensory deprivation, multiple orgasms, bondage (cuffs), groping, fingering, oral (f!receiving), p in v sex, finger sucking, aftercare

Your shadow demon bf had opened your eyes and welcomed you into a whole new world of pleasure that was just waiting to you both to explore. And you have. You’ve done things you never thought you’d enjoy due to the love and trust you have in your bf. In return you’ve gained so many new experiences that you’d never want to take back.

At this point you’ve pretty much stopped asking questions whenever your shadow demon bf proposes that he wants to try something new with you. But this time you think you have to ask some questions.

Because when your shadow demon bf tells you that he wants to fuck you in complete darkness, you’re insanely confused. Sure, you two have never done that before. Always having on at least a candle so that you can see each other as your bf fucks your brains out. But this is far from the craziest thing you two have ever done and it’s left you having no clue what’s going on.

Still, you trust your bf. You follow his exact instructions and you relish in the submission of it. Of letting go of all thought and action, your bf’s voice being your only guiding light. Especially as the darkness surrounds you and it’s the only true thing you can grasp onto.

Tingles shoot up your spine. A smirk begins to play on your lips as you realize the possible appeal. A eery chuckle shifts through the darkness and you jump as a moment later two clawed hands firmly grip onto the waist of your bare form. The prickly tips of sharpened claws caress up and down the curve of your stomach, leaving sparks in their wake.

“What a vision you are in the darkness, my heart. Now do you see mine?” Your bf’s haunting yet alluring voice whispers in your ear. Goosebumps rise along your skin and your smile widens, getting a sense of his intentions with this newest request.

His touch as gentle as the wind, coursing through the pathway of your body till he reaches your breasts and the caress turns firm and purposeful. Groping you and pulling you tightly into his large chest. Your grasp rings out through the dark silent space. It’s echos vibrating and increasing the tension between you.

Leaning back into the comfort of his embrace, you moan. Nothing else to turn to, to focus on, besides his touch. Bringing the sensations to a new height till you’re writhing against him before he’s even done anything to you.

“Near total sensory deprivation, the only real thing being my voice. All of your senses now completely at my mercy,” Shadow demon bf rasps darkly, finally giving you some of his reasoning behind all this.

You have to admit that the idea of it is arousing and your body agrees as your pussy floods with your essence. Always so nice and wet for him, you can’t help it. Everything he says has your nerves standing on edge and your cunt fluttering and begging to be filled.

Careful claws tease and tweak at your nipples, whimpers escaping you as you tremble in his secure hold. You cry out, rubbing your thighs together to gain any semblance of friction you can get. Yet it’s not enough, your hole so achingly empty and needing to be stuffed full. Your mind grows foggy and centers in on this one desperate thought.

“Lost in the void and who is the only thing that can ground you?” Shadow demon bf whispers into your ear again, his forked tongue slithering out and licking along the smooth curve of your ear.

The sensation is quick, tantalizing, and gone far too soon. You whimper, leaning back into him. Your body, floating as if on cloud nine, seeking out that skilled tongue of his. Knowing with every fiber in what’s left of your present being that you’ll get it. So long as you’re good for him.

“You are,” you croak out, voice weak and wanting.

A low rumbles moves through your bf’s chest in agreement, clearly pleased with your willing and eager response. The loss of his touch on your breasts, on your hard nipples, is a hit your floating mind can barely handle. A loud whine escaping you until his cool touch returns, moving along your curves. The further down he goes the less you can breathe, simply waiting.

“That’s right, my starlight,” he says as his deft fingers dip into your folds, spreading them and spearing themselves along your slit. Your breath knocks out of you, exhaling heavily as he ignites the nerves of your pussy lips. They clench and contort around him, mindlessly guiding the digits to delve inside your hole.

Shadow demon bf chuckles at the feeling, causing your cheeks to tinge with red. Thankful that even if he can feel you, he won’t be able to see you in your lewdness. Another thing the darkness around you provides. Another thing you’re looking forward to. Your bfs voice and the slow glide of his fingers snaps you out of your thoughts.

“You overwhelm me, sweet one. You are all I feel and all that grounds me to this plane. I believe it’s time I repay the favor.”

Shadow demon bf’s fingers don’t leave you as his other hand guides you to bend down at the waist. Your own arms reach out, carelessly searching through the darkness until you find it. Fingers curl around the metal cuffs suspended in front of you. The click of each lock as they enclose around your wrists has your back arching, bracing yourself for what’s to come.

“Look at you, so good and ready for me,” Shadow demon bf mumbles, drawing lazy circle against your clit as he kneels down on the ground behind you. You whimper and push back, though his free hand is quick to grab at your plush thigh. Keeping you in place.

His keen eyes reflect in the darkness, giving him access to view everything in front of him. Yet you remain completely clueless. Just how he wants you. Your legs spread further as his fingers slide back down your slit, giving him the sight of your beautiful dripping pussy. Your essence dribbling down your thighs and making such a mess. A mess he’s more than ready to clean up.

In an instant that tongue you’ve been waiting for is back and it’s back with a vengeance. Your body jolts, cuffs clanging and ringing in your ears, surprised by the sudden slick texture of his forked tongued sliding along your thigh and pushing through your folds. Not having expected more than his touch at the moment. The darkness riding you of knowing what’ll happen next.

Though your anticipation doesn’t have time to build as shadow demon bf glides his tongue through your folds, swirling around your clit in a mind-numbing manner. You moan, body rolling into the sensations but not knowing where exactly to move. Leaving you to squirm in search of your bf.

Shadow demon bf grins viciously and you can feel it against your cunt, knowing his enjoying this. Loving how you struggle and silently beg for more of him. His hands shift to your hips, both keeping you in place and letting you know where he’ll be.

All you get in warning is a growl before your bf begins ravaging your pussy, sloppily lapping up your cunt. His hands spread your ass cheeks, widening the entrance for his tongue to slide deep inside your weeping pussy. Pressure weighs down in your belly as your pleasure builds, rising onto your toes and giving him better access.

He grunts his thanks and repeats his rhythm with precise precision and never ending stamina. He doesn’t stop fucking his tongue into your cunt until you explode around it. Your walls clenching around his tongue, your essence gushing onto his tastebuds. Shadow demon bf growls and unhinges his jaw, taking in every last damn drop and working you through it.

Both of you are breathing heavily as your orgasm begins to fade and your bf leans back. You still can’t see, hear, or feel anything beside the cold metal around your wrists. The only noise your breaths. Aside from that the silence stretches on and it has the hair on the back of your neck standing up straight.

“Ready for more?” Your bfs voice suddenly growls in your ear and you shout. Body jerking back and you immediately bump into his broad frame and right into his huge girth. His erection nestling against your ass.

Your eyes scatter and search the surroundings over the shoulder you hear him from but you can’t see anything. Only darkness. Before you can respond your bf crashes his lips against yours and you let out another muffled shout. But you respond without a beat of hesitation, opening your mouth and welcoming his tongue back inside your body. Both of you moaning into it as your cum tickles your own tastebuds.

Shadow demon bf’s cock slowly starts grinding into you, neither of you breaking your kiss. You stay perfectly still for him, keeping yourself wide open and needy for his length. Still not getting your fill of wanting to be split in two.

With your body all prepped for him, your bf guides his dick through your folds. Whimpers leaving you as his tip bumps into your sensitive clit. Your bf nips at your tongue affectionately before you feel his big mushroom tip, leaking heavily with pre-cum, push at your entrance.

With a simply push forward, your bf breaks past your entrance, sinking down into your eager sopping cunt. Your jaw drops, a loud moan lights the room up with noise as his cock stretches your walls for all their worth. Forcing its way in and demanding you submit to its sheer girth and the pleasure it’ll bring. You relax as much as you can, practically sucking him inside of you.

Shadow demon bf growls, your walls nearly suffocating him you’re so fucking tight. When he bottoms out his tip nudges at your cervix. The pain sharp and aching but so delicious. You close your eyes, basking in it all. You feel so full and so complete with him inside you.

Your breaths mingle and mix in the space between your mouths. Eyes open you continue trying to search for your bf in the dark, even knowing it’s useless. Wanting to see how much of a mess you make him and even maybe wanting him to see just how thoroughly he destroys you.

By the way he draws you, making you feel every thick and bulging vein along his cock against your walls before roughly snapping his hips back inside you, you almost swear he can see you. That he knows how much of a mess you truly make him. But that’s impossible right?

All worries and thoughts leave you in the blink of an eye as Shadow Demon bf starts up his demolishing pace. Claws carefully sinking into you to keep you steady. A loud roar rumbles through the room and you jump in your bones, which only serves to push your body back into his intense thrusts.

Your bf grunts, clearly approving and you cry out as he starts moving your body back into his cock, having you meet the rough rolls of his hips. Your body tenses, cunt clenching down around him and having you feel even more full.

Tossing your head back, your teeth clench, pleasure crashing through you in waves you can’t even think to stop as there’s nothing else for you to ground yourself with. Your lost in the sea of pleasure, tingling sensations of arousal pulsing within your body and spreading out over and over again.

Your bf watches your body twist and contort in order to take his giant cock and everything it’s making you feel. A twisted satisfaction burns through him at how much of a beautiful mess you look. The sight has him picking up his pace, slamming his length inside you, molding your perfect pussy to his shape. Making his home here and showing you he’ll never leave.

Moans and cries of pleasure are no longer enough as you release a fierce scream. You can faintly hear your bfs low groan, his voice feeling so far away. Lost in the abyss your hands try and reach for something— anything. But the clang of the cuffs is all that rings true. Sparking an idea in your mind you try and reach forward, hoping you can ground yourself by placing the chain of the cuffs in your mouth.

But just as you reach it, Shadow demon bf pulls you back and burys his cock back inside your crying and begging cunt. Emotion wells up inside your chest and you sob, tears coming to your eyes. Your body moves back into your bfs chest and his voice comes back down to your ear.

“Sh, sh, sh, my love. It’s alright, you’re alright,” he whispers soothingly, hand coming up to stuff a few of his large fingers into your mouth. You whimper, sucking eagerly, letting the sturdy size of his digits ground you back down to earth and help calm you down.

His other hand soothingly caresses your stomach as he continues to fuck into you, his pace not slowing down for a second. Making sure to take care of all your needs at once. Small whimpers continue to leave you, feeling better as his presence surrounds you and stays in your mouth and pussy. You move back into his thrusts again, all on your own.

Tendrils of darkness creep up from the deep and curl around your body. Having been used to them they only provide further comfort to you. One long tentacle wraps up and strokes at your clit, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. With a firm press of his hand on your stomach and a few more snaps of his hips, you scream once more, this time around his fingers as your orgasm bursts through you.

Your cum paints Shadow demon bf’s cock, your walls spasming and clenching down on his length. Sparks shoot up his spine and his teeth sink into your shoulder as he follows right after you into climax, his heavy load splashing deeply against your womb and filling your pussy even more than you thought was possible. His hips still rocking into you until you both sag into each other.

Shadow demon bf slides out of you gently but you still hiss at the slight sting. As your combined release spills out of you, you shiver and clench down to keep it inside of you. Your bf lights the room with a snap of his fingers and you breathe a sigh of relief as your senses come back to you. As gently as always, he unlocks you from the cuffs. Massaging your wrists and kissing them adoringly.

He guides you to bed, whispering praises, recounting every moment of what just happened through his eyes. Letting you know how good you did, how perfect you were for him, how absolutely gorgeous you looked then and now, and asking how you feel to make sure you’re alright.

Pouring endless praise and love onto you as he cleans up the mess between your thighs before he sweeps you up into his arms the moment you two get into bed. Pressing soft kisses all of your face and sore body. It’s only as you finally relax do you register all his words.

“Could you see me in the dark?” You ask incredulously, voice slightly raspy as you connect the dots. Your bf chuckles and you squeeze your eyes shut, dreading his response and forcing your own laughter down.

“‘Course I could, sweetheart. I’m a shadow demon,” he responds with amusement but your loud groan quickly overshadows his laughter. Red blooming across your chest and up your neck till it spreads all across your face. Your bf merely laughs louder, his hands caressing your back. Wanting to comfort you some before the inevitable teasing begins.

[ourbuprofen]

“Shhh, attaboy…”

Inhaling sharply as you wake, feeling warm, buzzy and soft in your bed, but there’s a shape above you, weighing you down. You open your mouth to speak but realize there’s a rough palm clamped firmly over your mouth, so only a small whimper escapes. Something wet slips between your legs, sending sparks dancing across your vision as your Daddy’s face comes into focus above you.

“Easy, there, good boy. Just a little longer, it’s okay. Lie still, sweetheart,” he adds as you begin to squirm, feeling something wet skate over your t-cock. You can’t think. You know this is wrong. Daddy’s words are soothing as he begins to slide his cock against your growing nub, frotting against you. Your eyes roll back and you weakly try to push him off. Daddy continues his slow, teasing movements; he knows you took your shot tonight and your body is betraying you, flooded with hormones and a need to be used. Your cock twitches against his and he laughs softly.

“Just let Daddy do what Daddy needs to do. This will help your bottom growth, don’t you want that?” he mutters, voice straining as his cock slips, notching at your entrance. You freeze, but Daddy just keeps pressing forward, agonizingly slowly even as you’re whimpering and trying to twist out of his grasp. The stretch is unbearable and steals your breath away, impaling your tiny body on his massive cock, and you begin to shake as your body betrays you.

Daddy begins to thrust slowly, lazily, wet squelching noises making him smile. “See baby boy? You were made for me. You’re so good, you’re being so good and quiet for me. Don’t fight,” he warns with an edge to his voice as you begin to writhe again, and punctuates his point with a sharp thrust that makes your eyes roll back. “Good boy. My sweet little boy. Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.”

He grinds against you, pubic hair rasping over your cock as he splits you open and uses your hole. “You’re becoming such a handsome young man, sweetheart,” he whispers, picking up his grindingly slow pace as he fucks into you. “I’m so proud of you. Let Daddy use you, baby. Shhhh. Don’t wake anyone up.”

He removes his hand from your mouth. You’re scared and confused and there’s this strange building heat between your legs. He reaches down between you and begins to jerk you off in time with his thrusts. “There you go,” he groans as you involuntarily tighten around him.

“Daddy, what’s happening?” you gasp as his skilled fingers pull you toward the point of no return. You’ve never touched yourself like this before, and this building heat is confusing.

“Shhh,” Daddy says, fucking you faster into the wet spot below you on the mattress. “It’s okay, Daddy’s got you. You’re being so good,” he moans as your cunt begins to flutter around his massive cock. Daddy’s fingers move faster, and your quiet unwilling moans fill the room.

“That’s right, sweetie. Cum on Daddy’s cock. Cmon. You can do it. Daddy’s gonna fill you up, but you have to cum, Daddy needs you to cum.”

You try to squirm away from the pleasure. You don’t want him to cum inside you, but Daddy’s grip is like steel and you begin to shake violently, mumbling, “Daddy— no, please, g-gonna—it feels— please don’t…” you’re still somehow staying quiet, obedient even as your hole is violated.

You know enough that Daddy could get you pregnant, and you’re trying to focus on anything else in the room to drag you back from the precipice you’re racing toward. Daddy’s clever fingers continue to milk your cock as his own angles into a spot that makes you see stars. Distantly, you realize you’re tearing up and moaning and begging but you can’t think straight and your nipples are dragging through his coarse chest hair as his breath gets more labored.

“It’s okay kiddo, let go, let go, if you cum I know you’re mine, if you cum I can tell you want this…”

You arch, gasping, shaking your head as your orgasm slams into you, convulsing and your hole involuntarily milking your Daddy’s cock. You feel the heat spreading through you as he squirts right up against your cervix and keeps rubbing your overstimulated cock as you gasp and writhe dumbly, a puppet for your Daddy’s needs. Maybe it is best to just let Daddy do the thinking. “There we go, good boy. Gotta make sure you take,” Daddy says, rolling his hips into yours. “One more for me, sweet boy, one more…” You struggle weakly, still shuddering and jerking helplessly.

It’s going to be a very long night.

[remedyturtles]

16 with pb and j :D

thank you my beloved @bluesgras for the prompt!!! big hugs mate hope you like it :D

wordcount 1.1k, pre-series

16. "You were calling out, in your sleep. You said my name."

The scream cut off as soon as Mikey realized it was coming from his own throat, choking on the sound, hands pushing back against the touch that was shaking him awake. Immediately the touch disengaged, and it was Donnie's voice that said, "You are safe, Angelo. You are having a nightmare."

That made a lot more sense. Pulling ragged breaths through a sore throat, Mikey blinked the stars out of his eyes and hunched over. After a moment, Donnie shuffled and turned the lamp on. The light helped the pulsing terror that sat heavy on his chest. It brought the silhouette of his big brother into the light, the frayed long-sleeve sleep shirt that said 'I identify as a problem' and bare feet against the carpet. No goggles or even mask, looking like he'd just woken up moments ago. 

"I'm sorry." Mikey rasped, swallowing hard. The panic was living inside him, making it hard to think, but he knew that Donnie didn't like to be disturbed. "Did I wake you up?"

Donnie hesitated. Pulling at the end of his sleeve, thumbing the holes there. He said, "You were calling out, in your sleep." 

Mikey winced. "Sorry. Thanks for waking me up. You can go back to bed now."

Donnie didn't. He stood there, then said, "You said my name."

Oh. Mikey's stomach dropped hard and fast as he remembered his dream, and he bit his lip. All the denials fell short before forming, because… he was really glad that Donnie was here right now, actually. 

Donnie gestured awkwardly to the bed. "Do you want me to join you?"

"You don't have to." Mikey said immediately. 

"If I didn't want to, then I wouldn't offer." Donnie said, promptly. 

That was true. Mikey shuffled over to give him room, tugging the blankets along to keep them separate. Except that Donnie ignored that, reaching over to flap the rumpled blankets over both of their legs. Then he perfectly arranged the pillows to sit up, turning to look at Mikey in the lamp-light. He said, "I don't like the thought that something about me would upset you that much. Tell me what the issue is, and I will fix it."

Mikey gave him a laugh, a little wet, and swiped at his eyes. "You don't upset me, D. Don't worry about it."

Donnie fixed him with a look that would work a lot better with his painted-on brows, but luckily Mikey knew him well enough to fill in the arched incredulity even without them. "Michelangelo, you are my only little brother. I reserve exclusive right to worry about you every minute of the day if I so please. And especially if you are roused in the middle of night with screaming nightmares."

Mikey sniffed miserably, giving his eyes another futile swipe. He wasn't crying so much as all stuffed up and uncomfortable, like he was bloated with unwelcome emotions. "Just because someone's younger doesn't mean they can't worry about their older siblings."

Donnie leaned forward so he was in Mikey's line of sight, and gave a crooked smile. "Heavens, don't you dare be worried about me."

"I can if I want." Mikey insisted, jutting up his chin, but then hesitating. "That wasn't… that wasn't why, though."

"Oh?" Donnie stayed persistently in his line of sight, even ducking his head to keep his gaze when Mikey tipped it downwards. "Do tell."

Mikey struggled with keeping it inside, mouth wobbling, but he'd never been good at holding back. Not when there was always so many sets of hands were right there, waiting to give him whatever he wanted. Safety and security and –

"It was dark." Mikey began, because he hated the dark. Everyone knew that. "And – and I couldn't find my way home. There were monsters and – and they were chasing me – and I … I wanted you to come save me."

Donnie eyes went wide, jaw going slack, and he said, surprised, "Me?"

Mikey nodded, tears welling and irritably swiping at his cheeks again to stop them from falling. He sniffed and said, "I was scared. And I wanted you. And then I woke up and you're here, so I feel better."

"Me?" Donnie said again, weaker. "Not Raph? Not Leo? Not Dad? Me?"

"You're my big brother too." Mikey said, soft. "You just said that."

"Yeah, but there's no way I'm better than –" Donnie cut himself off and shook his head. "Of course I'm an amazing big brother, but for like – fixing your things and reading stories and hiding with you when everyone else is being stupid. Not the one you want when the monster is chasing you."

Mikey headbutted him, somewhere between playful and hard enough to hurt. "Except you are. Are you saying you wouldn't help me if a monster was chasing me?"

"Of course I would." Donnie rubbed his forehead, frowning. "I would absolutely anything I could to protect you. But I am not the most optimal choice for this situation."

Mikey shrugged. "I don't know. My subconscious wanted you."

Donnie bit his lip, looking a little emotional himself. He opened his arms, and Mikey crawled into them without any hesitation. All tight limbs around his big brother, who made him feel so safe, so secure, so loved. 

His grip was strong, and Donnie pressed their heads together. He mumbled in Mikey's ear, "I suppose subconscious knows that you are my precious baby brother and if you call for me, I will come. And I will do everything I can, even if I need to destroy everyone and everything to keep you safe."

"Leo said you're not allowed to do villain monologues past midnight anymore." Mikey said, muffled by Donnie's shirt. 

Donnie's laugh was just a little evil. "Oh, darling Michelangelo. Your faith in me will never be mislaid. I would burn cities and salt the earth for you. I would tear apart the laws of the universe and rewrite new ones at your bidding. I would – stop laughing!"

Mikey couldn't help it, giggling helplessly, clutching the fabric and pressing close for the comfort it provided. His heart swelled with care, that incredibly special kind of care that only Donnie could provide. He said, the tears nearly gone from his voice, all his fears wiped away like chalk off a blackboard, "I love you so so much."

"Mmmm." Donnie hummed against the top of his head, rocking them back and forth slightly, like he was cradling Mikey. It lit something young and safe inside him. "I love you for every single star in the universe."

"How many is that?" Mikey whispered.

"At least two hundred billion-trillion." Donnie replied, instant and smug. 

"Well I love you three hundred billion-trillion." Mikey said.

Donnie gasped, mock-affronted. "Gasp! How could I be so foolish!"

Mikey giggled again, boneless against his big brother, the gentle rock back and forth, the warm blankets, and he was so, so glad he called for Donnie.

[dark-and-kawaii]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ They Take As They Please ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Haarlep - Halsin - Zevlor - Raphael

Dark Content

↳ Haarlep, but their hand is holding your neck down, their other grabbing your face as they lean down further to bury their nose in the crook of your neck. Haarlep's hot breath tickling your skin, their nose pressing against you, inhaling your scent with a sick hunger. Their slick tongue gliding along the surface of your sweat drenched skin, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. A guttural groan escapes Haarlep's throat as they withdraw their mouth, “Don't stop now, my little pet,” they continue to taunt, their voice filled with sadistic delight, “Be a good thing and keep begging for me, beg like the obedient puppy you are.” You had no strength left to fight, no will to escape. Your tears stained the ground, your breath hot and labored, your body yearning for water, for Raphael to wisk you away... Slowly, you were withering away, your spirit broken, your hope shattered. You knew Haarlep and that bastard arch devil, Mephistopheles would keep you alive… You’d have to endure looking at Raphael's shell for the rest of your remaining life...

↳ Halsin, but it's him biting into your neck. His teeth sunk deep into your flesh to hold you to him, your blood pouring out against his lips, your hips squirming against his cock as he takes his fill. Your mind fuzzy, your whimpers falling on deaf ears. The pleasure of his bite fading, replaced with an aching pain. Your pussy not much better, over stuffed, sore, the blood from it mixing with his seed that seeps out from you. You were a sacrifice to his appetite, you've realized this now. His bruising fingers dig into the plush of your thighs, his thrusts hard against you, his seed painting your walls white and spilling into your womb yet again... He is not a god, not a man, but a beast. A beast that won't stop until your stomach is round with his child, that is when his appetite will finally be satisfied.

↳ Zevlor, but he's a traitor and has you pinned beneath him. The sharp end of his tail creeping up your shirt only to rip it open, exposing your bare chest. “The others will never believe you, that their reluctant leader Zevlor could do such a thing. Now keep quiet and I won't leave a scratch on you." He lines his thick, infernal, ridged cock at your entrance, the tip teasing your damp folds before forcefully sheathing himself fully inside you. His hands grasping your hips as he pounds you into the dirt, his hot breath tickling your ear as his body pins yours to the ground. His grunts and growls are all you can hear, and you try so hard to bite back a scream as his ridges rub against your inner walls. But when he wraps his tail around you and drags you further down onto his cock you cry out as it begins to collide with your cervix, knocking against it begging for entrance into your womb.

↳ Raphael, but it's him choking you unconscious. His large Cambion hands wrapped around your delicate throat as his cock thrusts inside you. You're nothing more than his little mouse, his plaything, he'll do as he pleases to you for his own pleasure. When he laughs at the state you're in that's when you feel his tail start to slide deep within your bowls, your tight little hole, your poor ass, stretching to accommodate the foreign appendage. You can feel it slithering up, deeper and deeper until your stomach starts to bulge with the shape of it, and all you can do is beg him to stop as your voice cracks, and the room spins around you. You can only see his smile as he continues, your voice only an echo in the void of darkness as the world fades away. “Such a pitiful creature.”

[fawnnpaws]

need childhood best friend!patrick to originally brush you off, not take what you have seriously and take you for granted. you’ve been friends for basically your entire lives. you spent summers at his mansion by the beach, he spent winters skiing in the alps with your family. somewhere in your young adulthood the lines started to blur. now you’re basically doing everything a girlfriend does but he won’t put a label on it. he’s on tour and you’re starting your career, so you only see him when he shows up unannounced at your door.

it would be easier if he didn’t tell you how much he missed you every time. if he didn’t eat you out like he’s starved for you and you alone. if he didn’t hold you in bed afterwards and wake you up with soft kisses all over your face. if he didn’t treat you like he loved you. a dirty word neither of you dare to ever say out loud.

because after all that, you know he’s seeing other people on tour. you know because the world is small and you’ll get texts from friends in far away places that say “i saw patrick leaving a club with some girl, are you guys not a thing anymore??” and you have no words to explain that you were technically never a thing in the first place.

you think you’re okay with it, that you can live with expecting nothing more than physical satisfaction from one another if it means patrick zweig is still in your orbit, but resentment starts to build. you start to fight more and eventually it all comes crashing down with him shouting “you’re not my fucking girlfriend! stop acting like you’re in love with me or something!” at you and watching in sort of horror as you go cold and just say, “okay.” and leave.

need him to agonize about it for weeks, waiting for you to break and talk to him first like you always do when you two fight. but it never comes. he’s left alone with a gaping hole in his chest that you used to fill. and what’s even worse? he’s left alone with nothing but himself to blame.

he can’t pin this on you. he didn’t realize how good you were to him, how much he’d miss talking with you and making you laugh, how much he relied on calling you and hearing your voice. not to mention, it feels like you’ve ruined pussy for him forever. he tries to fuck other people, but he can only get off if he’s thinking about you.

so, he caves. he has to, he’s fucking losing his mind without you. he practically bangs down your door with flowers in hand, wilted and abused from being shaken around while he ran to your apartment. you crack the door open an inch and he barges in, not letting you get a word in before he’s giving you a speech about how he fucked up and he wants— no needs to be with you. need you to take him back. he’s worked himself up to nearly hyperventilating by the end of it before you stop him and say, “patrick, i forgave you at the flowers, but it was really nice to hear you say all that.”

the thing is, you were seconds away from breaking when he showed up at your door. you’d never iced him out for that long and as much as you wished you had the strength to cut him off, you knew you never could.

you love him. and you tell him so. you let the words you’d been guarding since he kissed you for the first time when you were 18 spill from your lips. it feels different than you expected. every scenario you’d run in your head before this ended in him telling you he doesn’t feel the same way. but when you look at him now, with his rumpled flowers and tearful eyes, you know he does. and to your absolute delight, he tells you so.

[enchantedflameandflower]

Gavin (Karl Urban) x reader! 18+

We have smut! 18+ nsfw for Karl Urban’s big strong hands and fingers driving you crazy…

Alone and in Gavin’s arms with barely anything between you, you decide you’re ready to live again.

co-written with CheshireCatSmile

So so sorry for the delay, November was rough. But hopefully the wait is worth it! ❤️

direct link to part 1

part 8

9.

At some point you must have fallen into a deep sleep, because the next thing you know some dark nightmare is overtaking you, but immediately you can feel Gavin trying to pull you out of it.

"I've got you sweetheart. You're safe,” he murmurs low against the shell of your ear. You reach for that sound, for him, like you’re trying to pull yourself out of some deep hole.

He pulls you closer and a little whimper escapes your lips, your body jerking fully awake as your subconscious thinks you’re being hurt but it only takes a moment to realize you’re safe. You take a deep breath, trying to slow your heart pounding and you feel a tear roll down your cheek.

"Oh sweetheart…” he whispers, his voice gruff. “What did that bastard do to you?" Gavin pulls you even closer, gently wiping your tears away with his thumb and tenderly pressing a kiss to your temple. He carefully brushes your disheveled hair back from your face, concern and a low smoldering anger for not being able to go back and protect you from earlier hurt in his dark eyes.

You shake your head. “No, I’m sorry. It’s in the past. I just, sometimes the nightmares…when I’m in a new place or…I’m sorry to wake you up Gavin.” You are sorry but you can’t help to think it feels so good to not wake up alone after a nightmare for once.

"You have nothin’ to apologize for,” he answers, his voice quiet. “I'm glad I'm here and you're not alone. I promise I'll do my best to keep you safe." He strokes your hair gently as you curl into his body.

“I know…” you murmur. You snuggle closer to him and suddenly remember he’s only in that tank top and his boxers but it feels natural, it feels good. You press close to his chest and let yourself trace the muscles on his shoulder and his arm.

His own large warm hand slips down to rub your back, so strong yet so comforting and soothing.

“That feels so good Gavin,” you whisper. “I’ve never felt this way with anyone else.”

"I...I  haven't either, sweetheart. It...it feels like I'm comin’ home but leapin’ off a cliff at the same time," he says, that hint of wonder coloring his voice.

You want to believe him so much. You press your face in closer to his chest, inhaling his scent and rubbing your cold nose against his skin, then let your fingers drift up and down his muscled arm, over his collarbone then back to his shoulder.

"Your little hands are so soft," he husks. “They feel so good...” He inhales, nose ruffling your hair. "And you always smell like a meadow in springtime."

“Mmmmm…” you can feel yourself starting to relax again, filled with warmth but also a heady need that seems to be growing by the minute.

Together you both drift for awhile, with soft and lingering touches. He’s nuzzling at your neck, nose buried in your hair. His breath is soft and warm on your skin. The rain is still falling steadily drumming on the roof but you’re cozy and warm.

As his lazy nuzzles continue, the heat he ignited just builds inside of you until you know you need more. Letting your hand slip under his tank top, you trace the lines on his flat stomach, feeling the muscle and the hot skin and it makes little tingles of pleasure start to come to life within you. You purr softly, a little low from the remnants of sleep, “Gavin…” you hum his name.

"You should try to get some more rest,” he responds, but you can hear the husk in his voice. He wants this just as much as you do.

Something blossoms inside of you then, some lovely, bright fire and all you can think is that you want to live. You’re so tired of keeping everything buried, of always being on guard and you’re tired of the worry. You want to feel something else.

You shift lazily against his body, giving another soft purr and let your hand slide further up under his tank top to touch his bare chest, muscled and tickly with masculine hair. “I’m not tired…”

He dips his head closer and brushes his mouth against your neck, his fingers tightening on your waist. “There's such a soft sweetness about you. I can’t get enough.”

You tilt your head for him and arch closer, to feel more of him, but he pulls back just a fraction to look at you.

"I...I hope you don't think I planned on this comin’ up here. I just...I feel so drawn to you." His big hand rubs at your back, smoothing over your skin leaving warmth in its wake.

You shake your head as he bends back down to nip along your neck some more. “I know you didn’t.”

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, his hot mouth against your throat.

You can’t help yourself and you let your fingers brush across his flat nipple to see his reaction. At the hitch in his breath, you almost moan but you’re trying not to get too carried away, too fast. Still… “I’ve never felt anything this good, Gavin…” you whisper and you drag your toes up the back of his calf.

"I know it may seem cliché...but I feel the same," he says with a gruffer huskiness edging into his voice. He lets his hand settle down on your hip, a warm lovely weight.

You shift against his body, letting your hand drift down to his stomach again, dragging your nails over his belly. You can’t get enough of touching him and you know you’re teasing.

A low rumble rolls through his chest and he finally leans in to kiss you, hot tongue sliding over your lower lip then in over your own tongue swirling to capture it.

You whimper desperately into his mouth and press your breasts to his chest, only your thin t-shirt and his tank top between you. His hand slips under the hem to touch your waist and he drags his work-calloused fingers over your bare skin leaving tingles in their wake as his kiss becomes possessive.

You let your own fingers slide through the dusting of hair on his muscled chest and arch into him, moaning softly as his tongue plays across yours.

Gavin pulls back slowly from the kiss and looks into your eyes. His are pools of swirling emotion and warm with the heat of desire. "I'm not going to lie, I want to touch you very much right now, sweetheart...but I don't want to push you into anything you're not ready for. Especially when we're workin’ together. "

“Gavin…” you whisper completely breathless, practically begging. You need this. His body is so big and warm and hard against yours, it feels like he could give you everything you need, protect you against anything. “I don’t want to stop.”

He looks deep into your eyes and he must see how sure you are because he leans in immediately and presses hot kisses along your jawline to your throat working his way down to your pulse where he bites very softly.

You moan when he nips again and you’re filled with want. His fingers move just a little higher up your side and you wriggle impatiently.

Slowly, he traces a finger over the lower curve of your breast under your t-shirt then looks in your eyes before he deftly skims it up and off. His dark hazel eyes roam slowly over your full breasts as though he is committing them to memory. Then he lowers his head to place a perfect kiss on your taut nipple as you watch. His mouth is intoxicating.

You gasp his name as pleasure sparks like lightning inside you, and your body surges toward him, as if pleading for more. His eyes are so dark and so full of affection you feel like your heart will burst.

He rumbles his approval at your eager response and slowly closes his lips over your nipple and areola and begins to suckle, gently at first as he glances up at you and then more avidly as he sees your pleasure.

Your eyes flutter closed as you focus on the way he feels, his mouth and his tongue and the stubble on his jaw. You slip your hands around to his lower back, exploring every inch of his warm firm smooth skin. Then you think about how good he looks in those snug jeans and you slide your hands down to his firm ass.

He glances up at you again smiling against your breast then swirls his tongue artfully around your nipple sending delicious sensations all through you. His big hand comes up to cup your breast and the wanton desire in his eyes makes you shiver. You squeeze his ass over the soft cotton of his boxers and hum in bliss.

Gavin moans around your nipple in his mouth then kneads your breast gently as he suckles. His lips firm to pluck your tight nipple sending more pleasure flooding to your center.

Wrapping your leg over his, you arch and squirm against him, threading your fingers through his hair as he continues to make you whimper.

He drags his warm moist lips across to your other breast and trails his strong hand down your side.

“Gavin…” you moan his name again, overwhelmed with sensation. “It’s been so long…since I’ve let anyone touch me. So good…”

"I'm glad it's me, sweetheart." He gets the hint and finally slides his fingers beneath the waistband of your underwear to dip into your folds and rumbles in pleasure when he feels how wet you already are for him.

His rumble is deep and low and it makes you whimper desperately as you feel his chest vibrate. You toss your head back as he so lightly brushes his fingertips over your clit and you feel another gush of wetness.

He moves quickly then, tugging your underwear down over your hips and helping you skim them down your legs and off, then brings his fingers up to feather over your folds again.

“Oh…” you gasp and bite your lip as another wave of heated pleasure rushes through you. “Wait,” you manage to say… “will you take your shirt off?”

He chuckles, clearly pleased, then tugs it over his head. 

You smile at him but your breath catches as he presses close, skin on hot skin. You can feel your heart start to race, both from needy anticipation and maybe a dash of anxiousness and you catch his dark hazel eyes in the dim light.

They glitter with warmth and care and desire all mixed together and it speaks to something deep within you...like some long forgotten magic come to life. He smiles back at you then slowly leans in for another kiss.

You open for him immediately, playing your tongue softly over his and moaning in a way that makes you sound needy and wanton. Your arms slide around his muscled shoulders and you tug him closer, pushing any lingering nervousness away.

His tongue swirls around yours in possession and promise as his large warm hand smooths down over your back and presses you closer to his body still. You can feel his length, hot and heavy between you through the cotton of his boxers.

You gasp his name when he lets you up to breath, then his hand is slipping between you again, his fingers brushing against your center and without thinking you press your thighs further apart for him, your body knowing what it needs.

He slides his fingers in, feeling the slickness again and he moans deep in his chest then drags his fingertips lightly through your folds until he touches perfectly where you’re throbbing for him.

His caloused fingertip gently circles your clit and you can’t stop yourself from crying out, overwhelmed with the immediate rush of heady pleasure.

"That's my good girl," he murmurs low and husky. He applies a little more pressure, circles just a little faster…

When he calls you his girl a new shiver of desire streaks through you. His tenderness and thoroughness is taking you to heights you’ve never felt before. “Gavin,” you moan his name, meaning to tell him you want to do something for him too, but you’re so flooded with pleasure and you can’t think, your hand just traveling desperately over his hard body.

But he shakes his head, knowing somehow. “I want to do this for you,” he murmurs his voice husky.

He continues his perfect slick circles with the tips of his fingers as he listens for the little sounds of pleasure you're making then slows down just a little to draw out the pleasure.

Your entire body shudders as he keeps you on the edge; you feel like you’re floating but desperate to crash and feel it all. You manage to let your eyes flutter open and you catch his gaze, so heated and intense. You moan, begging wordlessly.

His eyes smolder as he watches you, artfully keeping you balanced just short of what you need to come until you can barely stand it - then finally tipping you over the edge to soar.

“Gav-“ you cry out, your voice breaking as your climax fully crashes over you. You toss your head back as the waves of pleasure rush through you, overwhelming and euphoric. All you can do is gasp and whimper and cling to him.

When he senses you’ve taken as much as you can, he cups your center softly in his big palm and cradles you against him. His warm soft lips press against your forehead in a tender kiss.

You feel good, overwhelmed with goodness, but you need to see him, need to see his eyes, need him. You thread your shaky hand through his hair tilting your head up so you can look at him even though you haven’t yet caught your breath.

His eyes are full of warmth and tenderness as he watches over you yet still filled with a simmering desire.

“Gavin…” you murmur. “I -“ but you can’t even think, still flying on the currents of the orgasm he gave you. 

"It's alright sweetheart. Just let me hold you awhile."  He tightens his arms around you, nestling you safely against his chest.

*.*.*

tbc and more smut to come! let me know if you want a tag! Thank you so much for reading!

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@vavafaure1994 @deathlesun @babyfri3dric3 @butchers-girl @hippo2211

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[teddybeartoji]

mickey i fear youre the only one who can match my freak .. OLEASE FUCKKKKK CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT TOJI N SOMNO FUCKMEEE

FUCJCKKC I NEED HIM SO BAD . toji using u in ur sleep but accidentally waking u up in the process of him sliding his thick cock into you , but he doesn't care , rlly he prefers u when ur all dazed and sleepy like this . he shushes you when you whine at the stretch and just tells you "go back t'sleep, doll." he has to hold himself back from cumming so quick when you clench around him tight when u finally realize whats happening FYCICKKKK

anyway hai mickey boo how are u on this wonderful day :3

SOMNO MENTIONN LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i genuinely think that you would always wake up bc he's just so big yk...... he peels off your pants and then just kneads your ass a little while palming himself over his own pjs aaaaand then he's parting your cheeks so he can get a good look at your holes and oooh my god it takes him so much effort to not let out the loudest groan ever..... and then he leans forward to press a kiss to your cunt . the first one is always a proper kiss. aaand then he's placing another and another and another, coating you with his saliva to get you nice and ready for him. plays with your folds and rubs your clit with his eyes all heavy and low fuck you look so so so pretty like this... and thaaat's when he finally pulls his own pants down too, spitting down onto his cock and giving himself a couple of firm pumps before lining up his leaky tip with your tight little hole mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

he always likes to get all close to you too like he never stays upright while fucking you while you sleep bc for one. he doesn't want you get too scared yk he wants you to feel good too and two. he just loves being close to you. that's it. he presses himself against you as he grinds his hips into yours at a deliciously slow pace, occasionally biting your shoulder and the crook of your neck to stifle his own moans.. he always ends up cumming so fast too bc you're just so fucking cute like this, all pouty with your eyebrows scrunched together, your hands pawing at his chest like a little kitten as he fills you up with his cum mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

[animeyanderelover]

Hei! This was my request If kidnapped darling(fallen for yandere now but still in denial) waking up one night while yandere is a sleep and says “if only we meet in different situation, maybe we can become a normal couple “ and kiss yandere cheek before fallen back asleep, the twist is, yandere is fake sleeping or wake at some point and hear it, what would yandere do? You can choose yandere of your choice, feel free to reject it if you want, dont forget to take a rest and happy new year A!

Pray for me, I'm having a math exam next week.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, manipulation, abduction

Tags: @shumidehiro @leveyani @izanami78 @kanaosprotector

If only...

Zeref Dragneel

⬛️There is definitely lingering guilt in those black eyes as the Wizard knows that even if his Curse doesn’t work on you, he’s still taken your life away from you. Any normalcy and familiarity has been ripped away from you in favor of quenching his selfish desires. His love is just like his magic, black and all-consuming. He longs for your company, he longs for your love, he longs to be able to show vulnerability when with you, to trust you and find comfort in you for his tragic destiny. Wishes that have been long locked away but resurfaced when he discovered that you were able to withstand his magic and showed him kindness, before the whole abduction of course. That’s how you’ve indirectly been cursed too, cursed to be stuck with an immortal lover who will never let you leave his side.

⬛️Instead you tag along on his long journeys where nothing can harm you under Zeref’s watchful eyes. Plans to escape have been long abandoned since you know that he turns unstable when he can’t find you which is bound to lead to an outburst of his dark magic. You don’t want to trigger such a dreadful event that would kill all life surrounding him except you which would leave you in the aftermath of destruction and death with an enraged yet frantic Zeref rushing to you to see if you’ve been hurt, red eyes glaring scarily at you. He’s never hurt you and he never would, you know that but you also know what he’s capable off and how far he’d be willing to go for you which keeps you from straying away from him.

⬛️Yet there’s also pity that you feel for this man and that guilt only grows the longer you’re stuck with him as you see him more for the lonely and suffering man he is. If he has no reason to be emotionally distressed, the fearsome wizard is a mere clingy and insecure boy who wants affection of which he’s been deprived off for so many years. His long life has gifted him plenty of knowledge which he gladly shares with you if you’re curious about anything, he’s such a great listener as you could talk about nonsense and he’d still listen intently, content with just hearing your voice. His attempts in courting are clumsy yet adorable as you realize that he’s genuinely trying his best despite the situation you’re in because of him. Your feelings remain hidden though as you’re unwilling to forgive him for what he’s done to you as you cling to the grudge you intend to hold.

⬛️Zeref has gotten used to sleeping very little as his curse won’t allow him to die in either case so he spends nights often just getting lost in his thoughts. You’ve amplified the turmoil of thoughts for him yet he insists for you to lay together at nights in favor of the closeness he wants. That’s how he becomes witness of the secret you don’t want him to know but he stays perfectly still despite the fact that he feels his heart picking up it’s pace and warmth filling the aching hole inside his chest. He keeps on pretending until he knows that you’re back to sleeping before he pushes his body closer to yours, mulling your words over in his head. He never lets you know that he heard you that night, content enough to know for now that you deep down love him. He should be able to manipulate your feelings somehow if the knowledge of your feelings alone isn’t enough anymore.

Sigma

☁️Sigma, for the lack of a better word, is a mess. You’d have never guessed that a visit in the Sky Casino would end with you permanently stuck there, all because of the man with the bi-colored hair, the owner of this place. You know that there is guilt in him, you just know it and you’ve tried multiple times to use that guilt against him, to convince him to free you yet he always changes the topic. It’s as if he doesn’t want to have this discussion, doesn’t want to hear from you that he’s taken away everything from you. Instead he adorns you with presents and gifts as if trying to change your mind.

☁️Because what you don’t seem to understand is that whilst he’s taken everything away from you, you’ve given him everything. All questions he’s ever had, you’re the answer to all of them. His doubts, his persistent insecurities about his own existence are solved because of your presence. He has finally found a meaning in life as he sees his existence as your lover. You make him a someone but unfortunately you deny him that as you don’t return his feelings which has Sigma turning frantic with passing time, Please, please just acknowledge him once! Don’t just treat him like he’s air!

☁️Sigma shares his own thoughts and insecurities very openly with you. He does so because it’s important for him that you hear about his feelings in hopes that you might understand him better. So you find naturally out about his very unique life that one day just started. He was thrown into this world without any guidance and you begin to understand his struggles more as you can sympathize with some of his thoughts. Sigma is struggling, he always is but everything regarding you will be done with his utmost concentration and energy. He memorizes everything about you to be able to make your new home more comfortable, if you’re feeling unwell he barely rests as he’s constantly worried for you and you know that he’d never harm a hair on your head. He’s always giving 110% for you and anything you ask him for, as long as it doesn’t include leaving him.

☁️It’s rare for him to sleep as he’s workaholic and often too stressed to fall asleep in the first place. That changes when he’s next to you because your presence is soothing for the anxious male. His sleep still is bumpy though as he tends to wake up a lot which is why he hears your words, words that nearly make him choke on his own breath. He’s doing his best to remain still although his body is slightly trembling as a flood of emotions crashes down on him. He feels like he could cry but bites down on his wobbly lip to silence himself, your sleep is more important. As soon as he’s sure that you’re back to sleeping though, he turns around and presses his forehead against your back with tears in his eyes. You don’t know how much those words mean to him because you’ve just admitted that you love him. That’s all he wants, all he needs. Your confession has filled him with new hope, new determination that he hasn’t failed completely in life.

Tokito Muichiro

🌫️With Muichiro you might as well converse with a wall and would have probably better chances than with the Mist Hashira. Why? Because Muichiro never budges, no matter how hard you may try. So stuck is he in his belief that he needs to protect you because of demons, especially if you're anything under a Hashira and even then would he still keep on thinking this way. In all honesty, it is so exhausting and worst of all is that his aloof expression so rarely changes which makes you believe all the more that he doesn't take you seriously. Perhaps in some way or form Muichiro truly does look down on you as he labels you as weak.

🌫️After the return of his memories you would expect him to become a bit better but instead he only grows clingy and paranoid. He's lost his entire family which makes you the only person alive he cherishes and loves and this knowledge blows his behavior out of bounds. He may express his emotions a tad bit better now but it doesn't help you in the least as his delusions get even worse. What was previously just the mere belief that you need him to protect you since he's a Hashira whilst you're weak now is a dedication to only truly protect you as he would without a doubt choose to save you over an entire village of humans. In the end you gained nothing as you're still stuck in the house he keeps you in, only that Muichiro now is at least more semi-aware of the situation but ultimately too paranoid to let you go.

🌫️At least it doesn't feel like you're talking to a stone anymore after his memories have returned as he actually initiates small talk and interactions between you two instead of expecting you to come to him and show your gratitude and affection. By all means, he can return to his cold and distant demeanor any time but now there's almost an innocent and bashful side to him, one that makes you question if this is how he used to be as a child before joining the Hashira. Even in his normally more aloof form can he be more affectionate, grabbing your hands in his own calloused ones and bringing you wild flowers or little presents whenever he returns from home. Does it help you forget everything he has done to you? Absolutely not but his new attitude slowly infects you with romantic feelings for him.

🌫️It's probably a result of all of his Hashira training but Muichiro has an unusual level of awareness of his surroundings even when he's asleep and that's why he hears your silent confession, accompanied by the soft kiss you give him only to turn back around in order to fall back asleep. Perhaps that's why you don't notice the way his normally hazy blue eyes clear up all of a sudden, stare wide-eyed into the darkness of the night. It's a look filled with such astonishment and wonder, perhaps something that he hasn't felt since his carefree days as a child. Muichiro is happy in that moment. Your heart on the other hand drops when he turns around moments later to cuddle closer to you as you realize that he's heard what you just said. He doesn't say anything about it that night nor the days afterwards but you fear that he's taken your words as a confirmation that you do feel happy and loved under his protection.

Mei Mei

💴​Mei Mei is an openly selfish woman and she admits that to her darling from the very beginning. Her darling is such an odd case in the woman's life who so far has seen only material things and money as the most important thing in her life. Whilst she is still looking forward to the potential of people around her and can recognize said potential of such people, there has never been a specific individual who has ever meant more to her. Perhaps that's what spikes her interest so much in you when she starts recognizing her growing feelings for you from a relatively early point on. Perhaps it is that fascination that is ultimately your demise as she decides to keep such a precious darling such as you as you have a worth to you she never anticipated. An emotional worth.

💴​You can not escape her. Her Black Bird Manipulation allows her to have eyes quite possibly everywhere, her brother Ui Ui is absolutely devoted to her and whilst jealous of you because Mei Mei treasures you so much willing to help her to please her and make her happy and then there's the fact that this woman is dirty, dirty rich and money rules after all. The Jujutsu Sorcerer is so condescending whenever you try to outsmart her and escape her, an amused scoff on her beautiful face as she belittles and berates you for thinking that she'd ever let you leave. For thinking that you had a chance in the first place. Why would you even want to work so hard when you can just lean back and let her spoil you rotten as her darling lover.

💴​You're infuriated with her and don't even want all of her presents that much but weirdly enough there's something about Mei Mei that still manages to captivate you. She has a mysterious charm on her, one that makes your heart flutter despite your firm decision to not give in to her. She's a true master of small touches and words, gestures that make your heartbeat pick up it's speed and despite her arrogant impression at times, you know that she is capable of being kind to others, especially to you. You're special for her and you can't deny that little ego boost you receive because of that knowledge. Your emotions get so confused with time as the feeling of her hands brushing against your cheeks and her cool voice with that edge of a teasing lilt always make you feel something you don't want to feel for her. No matter how big her home may be and no matter how much money she spends on you, a cage is still a cage after all.

💴​You wouldn't fully know but Mei Mei has noticed how your walls have started to crumble for quite a while now, noticed the bashful gaze of yours or the heat radiating off of your face. She's a woman who has planned ahead and has worked patiently to get you where you are. So your quiet confession accompanied by the kiss on her cheek aren't anything unexpected but she would by lying if she would claim that it doesn't cause her to grin victoriously and delightfully. She doesn't see the need to let you know that she knows though because truth be told, she enjoys seeing you trying to deny your ever-growing feelings for her. She has already almost reached her goal after all so she can afford to sit back and watch you struggling with your love for her. Your words have still pleased her nonetheless and you notice that she seems to be in a exceptionally good mood after that night.

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 24 all chapters

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

-It always takes you a little while to shake off the haze when you wake. However, this morning, you are instantly aware that you are being filled. You try to move, but unyielding arms tighten around you, holding you fast. “Good morning, beautiful,” John greets with the gravel of sleep in his throat, nuzzling at the shell of your ear with his nose.

Stuffed full with his morning wood, your pussy pulses around his thick, velvety hard flesh inside you. You make a sound, not sure if you are whining for mercy, or more.

“John…”

“I woke up to this sweet, wet little hole just begging for my cock,” he grumbles in your ear.

Yet, he does not move, and it is driving you mad.

Of course you went to bed wet, because your body has not been allowed any form of reprieve, no chance to regroup or recover. You feel like you’ve been living in this agony for ages.

You strain against him, hungry to feel him move inside you. To feel him do something besides just fill you quietly, taunting you with his glorious girth.

“Want to do something about it?” you grouse, trying to move your hips against him, but you don’t have the right leverage at all.

“Maybe.” He kisses the back of your neck, his lips like a brand upon your skin. “I feel like you pulled a trick on me last night.”

“Gave you a blowjob and put you to bed? Behold, my nefarious scheme…”

You feel the rumble of his laughter in his chest pressed against your back.  “Hmm. Little witch. Be still. I don’t think I’m ready to wake up yet. Want to stay like this for a while…”

The keening sound of frustration that escapes you is barely human.

“Unless there’s something you’d like to say to me? Otherwise, you can just…keep this warm.”

You breathe in through your nose, and out through your mouth, determined not to let him win. You lay very still….but there is no pretending there is not a big dick deep inside your weeping cunt. You whine again, and he kisses your neck this time.

“You know the magic words, kitten.”

Say you’re mine.

“Don’t you know torture yields unreliable intelligence?”

“Hmm. Not in my experience.” 

You pause as you realize he used to work for the Russian mafiya, and he probably really has pulled out someone's fingernails or some shit before. 

He reads the way you pause, sensing the change. 

“It was never really my forte,” he tries to explain away. “I didn't have the patience.” 

That, you almost believe. 

He remains still inside you, the seconds ticking away in heartbeats. Your body betrays you, just fucking refusing to settle down. He teases you until you could almost scream.

You squeeze your inner muscles as hard as you can, winning a strained groan from behind you. “Those are some fucking kegels you’ve got there, kid.”

“They feel even better if you move.”

“Hmm.”

His hand trails down, dipping into your curls, exploring your slit while avoiding your clit all the while. “So wet for me. I’d like to make you cum, kitten. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.”

“Be my guest,” you grind out between gritted teeth.  

God, if he would just give you one hard touch on your clit you think you will explode. You are that turned on. You have never felt anything like this before, with anyone. And it’s not just that no one ever thought to treat you this way. It’s…him. You know it’s him, your feelings for him, your chemistry together that could burn down the world, if he would stop being so fucking weird about this mine thing.

Because you are not a thing to be owned. You are not a sofa, or a set of dishes. You belong to no one but yourself.

He does touch your clit then, just a feather light caress with the tip of his finger.

You do scream, and he swallows the sound with his mouth on yours. Suddenly you are flipped on your belly, your ass in the air with his cock buried inside you. He gives your round rear-end a smack that makes you jump. It doesn’t really hurt you, but it stings. Your reaction makes him groan, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.  

“Do you know how many times I thought about ambushing you in the early morning in the coffee house, when it was still dark outside, and no one was there but you?” he asks as he withdraws, hovering so just his tip kisses your entrance. “I watched you fuss around behind the counter, listening to your music, oblivious to me. I fantasized about grabbing you up and ruining you on the countertop to the smell of the first pot of vanilla roast brewing.”

You blink, not sure where this is coming from at a time like this.

He was watching you. The whole time, he was watching. It should freak you out more than it does, but after everything that’s happened…the thought just inspires an uneasy warmth in to spread in your belly.

“I usually kept the doors locked before opening,” you offer weakly.

He snorts at that. “Wouldn’t have stopped me from getting to you.” He drives himself inside you, and you cannot help but flinch, your face shoved into the pillow. He is kinder with his next thrusts, but no less determined. “Cum with me, baby,” he demands again. “You’ve always been mine. Before you even knew it, you belonged to me.”

You want to. God, do you want to, but you’re not willing to pay this devil’s price for it. You are so grateful for the surge of anger that swells in your breast.

“You’re just a bully,” you snarl. “Maybe you’re bigger than me and meaner than me, and you can keep me here as long as you want, but that doesn’t mean you own me. I’m not a fucking coffee maker or a couch or a stereo. The only way you’ll ever truly own a piece of my heart is to have the courage to ask for it openly, with the freedom to let me stay or leave.”

He freezes, his cock buried inside you to the hilt, his fingertips digging into your hips. “Is there a chance in hell you would stay with me, after what you’ve seen?” After what I’ve done to you? hangs unsaid in the air.

Your pause is too long, and you know you fucked up by not answering him immediately. This would have been a great time to tell him a lie. You guess he’s conditioned you against it though. You’ll tell him the truth, even if it hurts you.

“That’s what I thought,” he snarls, and with three thrusts he finishes savagely inside you.

There is no snuggling afterwards. He leaves you cold and alone in the big bed, retreating to the bathroom with a slam of the door.

For the umpteenth time you think to yourself, you are so fucked.

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20 points to your House if you spotted the Jane Eyre reference...🥰

[emma23]

When you left:

Joel miller x reader

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It’s quiet outside. The world is still, as it often is in these moments, when danger feels both distant and imminent at the same time. You hear the wind brushing against the cracked window of the small cabin you’ve holed up in for the night.

Joel’s standing across from you, eyes heavy, filled with something between regret and longing. His rough hand, scarred from years of survival, lingers mid-air before it falls to his side.

His voice is low, as if the words are a burden he’s struggling to lift.

“You’re afraid of me.”

His gaze holds yours, and for a moment, you think you see a flicker of something human beneath all that guardedness. It’s not often you see Joel like this. Vulnerable. But it’s fleeting.

He takes a step closer, his breath shallow as he continues, “You are aware that you’re the only person in this world I’d never hurt, right?”

The words hit you, but not the way he wants them to. They echo, bouncing around the walls of your mind, but they don’t offer comfort. If anything, they open a wound that’s been festering for too long. You feel your throat tighten, that familiar sting of pain and anger bubbling up inside you.

“If that was the case,” you start, voice steady despite the crack you feel coming, “then you wouldn’t have walked out of my life when I needed you the most.”

Joel’s face falters. His brows knit together, the weight of your words sinking in. He opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off before he can offer an excuse.

“You already did hurt me, Joel.”

Silence follows. It’s deafening, thick with everything left unsaid. You can see the conflict in his eyes, the way his hands clench and unclench as if he’s fighting some internal battle. You want to believe that he’s sorry, that he understands what he did to you. But there’s this stubbornness in him, this refusal to admit just how much damage his leaving caused.

He steps closer, the tension in the room thick as his presence looms over you. “I didn’t have a choice,” he says, his voice rough, filled with a sadness that almost makes you want to forgive him. Almost.

You shake your head, backing away slightly, needing space from him—space to think, to breathe. “There’s always a choice, Joel,” you say softly. “And you chose to leave.”

The memory of that day is still fresh in your mind. The moment you realized Joel was gone, that he’d left without a word, without any explanation. It felt like your world had crumbled beneath your feet, like you’d been abandoned all over again, just like everyone else you’d ever trusted.

Joel looks down, rubbing the back of his neck. He’s never been good with emotions, never been good at handling situations like this. But this time, you won’t let him off that easily. You won’t let him run from this.

“Do you know what it felt like?” you continue, voice trembling now. “To wake up and find out you were just... gone? Like I meant nothing to you?”

Joel’s jaw tightens, and he takes another step forward, his hand reaching out to you again, as if he’s trying to bridge the gap between you two. “That’s not true. You know that’s not true.”

You feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. “Do I? Because it sure felt like it.”

He sighs, stepping even closer, until there’s almost no space left between the two of you. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just... I had to keep you safe. I couldn’t...”

His voice trails off, and you see that familiar pain in his eyes—the same pain you’ve seen when he talks about his past, about everything he’s lost. But this isn’t about his pain. It’s about yours.

“Keep me safe?” you laugh bitterly. “Joel, I would’ve rather faced every danger in this world than lose you like that.”

His hand finally reaches you, resting on your arm. His touch is warm, but it doesn’t ease the ache in your chest. It just reminds you of everything you’ve missed, everything that’s been lost between you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. The words are almost too quiet, like he’s afraid to say them. Like they’re too heavy for him to carry.

You look up at him, searching his face for something—anything that might make this easier. But all you find is a man who’s just as broken as you are, if not more.

“I don’t know if sorry’s enough, Joel,” you say, voice barely above a whisper.

He flinches, and for the first time, you see something crack in him. “I’ll do better,” he promises, his voice urgent now. “I won’t leave again. I swear.”

You want to believe him. You want to believe that things could go back to the way they were, that you could find some semblance of happiness in this broken world. But deep down, you know that things will never be the same. Too much has happened, too much has been lost.

You let out a shaky breath, stepping closer until your forehead rests against his chest. His arms wrap around you, holding you tight, as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away. And for a moment, just a moment, you allow yourself to feel safe in his arms again.

But the hurt is still there, lingering just beneath the surface.

“I missed you,” you whisper against his chest, your voice barely audible.

He holds you tighter. “I missed you too.”

Later, as you lay in bed together, the room silent except for the sound of your breathing, you find yourself wondering if things could ever truly be okay between you two. If the scars left behind by his absence will ever fade.

Joel’s arms are wrapped around you, his presence warm and solid beside you. And for now, that’s enough.

But as you drift off to sleep, a single thought lingers in the back of your mind:

Sometimes, love just isn’t enough.

Sometimes, the hardest part isn’t losing someone—it’s realizing they were never really yours to begin with.

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

The Cute One With the Glasses

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Reader

Description: When you have to take the little girl you look after to the hospital, you're never expecting to find someone who you'd definitely like to see again. Little do you know that he wants to see you just as much as you do him.

Themes: Hospitals, Toddlers, Injured Toddlers, Mentioned Injuries, Broken Bones

Word Count: 3400

A/N: Hiya, everyone! I've been working on this idea off and on for a couple of months and finally finished it! I don't know why, but I've been on a real Bob kick recently. So have this ridiculously fluffy, cute fic! Thanks to @sarahsmi13s who read over this fic for me and caught one huge plot hole!

AO3: Cross-posted Here!

Wattpad: Cross-posted Here!

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You can feel the panic clawing at you, sinking wickedly sharp claws into your lungs as you force yourself to put one step in front of the other. Your only other focus as you walk is to keep from jostling the small, slight form in your arms.

“You're going to be okay, sweetheart, I promise.” You mutter the words with each step you take, a constant litany that soothes your frenzied mind and valiantly tries to push back the panic. But it doesn’t work. You feel like you're drowning as you scribble out her name in the emergency room, Ivy Seresin, in your looping, jagged handwriting. Your charge is valiant as she grits her teeth, big green eyes glistening with tears as you carefully settle her into your lap after filling out the papers. Her dad is going to murder you for this. When he gets out of his jet and can hear the frantic voicemails you left him, he’s going to march down to the base hospital and fire you.

After all, what kind of babysitter are you? You’d walked into the house for only a couple of minutes to answer the phone. You had rushed back out to the shrieks and squeals of a little girl in pain, lying stunned under the colossal backyard playset her dad built for her when she could walk. You’d bundled her into the car the minute you realized, your mind racing at a million miles per hour while doing your best not to jostle her arm. She sobs wearily into your chest, her soft blonde hair mussed and tangled.

“Miss Seresin?” You startle out of your thoughts, the nurse’s voice pulling you from where you’d been cuddling Ivy. “The doctor will see you now.”

“C’mon, pretty girl,” Your voice is wobbly as you carefully stand up with Ivy in your arms. “The doctor’s going to make you feel much better, and I bet your daddy will be right here before the doctor’s done looking at your arm!”

You feel strung tight, close to tears, even though you’re not hurt at all. Big drops spill from Ivy’s eyes as you set her down on the hospital bed, her small form looking even smaller when the bed is so much larger than she is. It’s made worse when she won’t let you go, either. Her uninjured hand is fisted securely in your soft t-shirt. This is the stalemate the nurse sees when she walks in. She’s a beautiful brunette with a pert upturned nose and a sweet smile on her face. 

“Hello. I’m here to see a Miss Ivy Seresin?” Her voice is as musical as you expect it to be. “And that must be this pretty little girl here?” 

To your surprise, Ivy nods just once before burying her face into your side. Ivy’s not what you’d call shy. Like her father, she’s the life of the party, bold as brass and far more charming. Normally, she’d have leapt at the chance to show someone just how sweet she is.

“Ivy, it’s alright,” you try to wheedle with the toddler who rules your every waking moment. “The nice nurse is just trying to look at your booboo.”

“Yeah!” You smile when the nurse jumps in. “I’m Nurse Willis, and your momma is perfectly right. I just want you to tell me where the booboo hurts!”

Ivy sniffles before finally revealing her little tear-streaked face. Her voice is petulant as she says, “This isn’t my momma. This is Lia. She’s my, uh….”  

Ivy’s little face scrunches up in thought, “my baby-keeper?”

“I see…” You shrug at the laughter in the nurse’s voice. You’d normally be giggling, too, if you weren’t so worried about your charge. “Well, then. It’s a pleasure to meet you both, Miss Ivy and Miss Lia.”

“Now then, Miss Ivy. Can I please take a look at your arm?” The little girl seems to be thinking, but then you see an all too familiar stubborn mood set in like storm clouds.

“No!” The explosion of sound is too loud and quite shrill, and you’re sure half the Emergency Department hears it. “I’m not letting you touch me until I see my daddy!”

“Honey,” You sink onto the bed next to Ivy and try to convince her. “Your daddy had to fly in his jet today. I called him when we were on our way to the hospital, remember?”

But Ivy just glowers in response. 

“His secretary, Josie, picked up the phone. She promised she’d tell your Daddy what happened.”

When the glowering turns into more of those heart-wrenching sobs, you wince and pull out your phone again. You only see the glowing numbers telling you the time - no messages or voicemails. In all honesty, you don’t see a thing from her dad.

“Hey, Ivy.” You soothe, letting the little girl crawl into your lap, uncaring of how much mud is on her shoes as they compact painfully with your shins. Her shoulders shake as she wets your t-shirt with tears and snot. You carefully rub your hand up and down her back in soothing, gentle motions. “Your daddy will be here as soon as he sees my messages! I promise. He’s probably on the way to the hospital right now!”

But your gentle encouragements don’t seem to work. Soon enough, Ivy’s tears stall. But she still doesn’t trust the friendly Nurse as she tries to take her vitals. That’s the scene that the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen walks into. Ivy’s standing on the hospital bed, stomping her favorite patent leather shoes into the paper liner on the bed, streaking mud on the pristine white. Nurse Willis is sitting on a stool with a clipboard, stifling giggles behind her hand. You, on the other hand, are standing at the side of the bed with a hand on Ivy’s back to make sure she doesn’t fall. Your hair is escaping your braid, your t-shirt is irreparably stained with yogurt from Ivy’s mid-morning snack from before the accident, and you’re wearing mismatched socks and sandals.

The doctor, on the other hand, is resplendent in a khaki uniform, with his dark hair coiffed off of his forehead and a shy smile on his face. He’s wearing big glasses on thin silver frames, and if you didn’t find him incredibly handsome before, you do now. But your reaction to the handsome doctor has nothing on Ivy’s. She gasps, squeals, and practically leaps out of bed before launching herself into his arms.

“Uncle Bob!” Now you’re sure you have whiplash. It’s night and day: Ivy’s reaction to the nurse versus her reaction to the Doctor.

“Hi, my Ivy Girl!” His voice is gruff and sweet as he gathers Ivy up, careful to avoid jostling her arm.

“Where’s my daddy?” You can practically hear the pout in her voice.

“He’s on his way, I promise he is.” As he eases into the room and sets Ivy down on the bed, it hurts a little at how he seems able to calm the little girl down with just a few words. When Nurse Willis can finally start taking Ivy’s vitals, you slump into the hard-backed plastic chair with a sigh of relief.

“It’s nice to meet you, Doctor.” Your voice is quiet as Ivy finally begins to behave for the nurse.

“Oh,” He’s blushing as he takes the other plastic chair. “I’m not a doctor.”

He clears his throat a little as the flush rises. “I work with Jake, uh, Captain Seresin.”

“When Josie came by with your message for him, I got on comms and told him I’d come to the hospital to make sure Ivy was alright.”

His voice is soft and musical, and despite yourself, you find yourself leaning in closer to him, needing to hear more. His cheeks go pink under your gaze, eyes darting between you and Ivy. He follows behind you and Ivy as the Doctor leads her to get X-rays done. Nurse Willis follows you as well, flirting with Bob with everything she’s worth. 

“Thank you for coming down here like this.” Your voice is quiet as you sit once again in the hard plastic chairs in the ER.

His lips purse like he’s going to say something, and you’re hanging on his every word. Then Ivy is squealing, and the doctor’s trying to get her to sit back down, and it’s chaos. The source of that chaos? The one and only Captain Jake Seresin, Ivy’s favorite person in the whole wild world. Your charge is crying again, big crocodile tears dripping down her cheeks as she plays up her pain with big green eyes and pink cheeks.

In all the commotion, you lose your chance to talk to Bob again. Once Ivy is down for the night, what feels like hours and many sparkly stickers on her little cast later, you march your way down into the bright, airy Seresin kitchen. It feels like you’re marching to the gallows. Nannying a four-year-old girl was not in your five-year plan when you graduated with your Master’s degree. Go figure a degree in Ancient History hasn’t gotten you many marketable skills. 

A friend of your parents had recommended you to Ivy and her dad. It’s a pretty sweet deal, honestly. Room and Board, a generous salary, and all the time in the world to yourself when Ivy’s with her dad. The only caveat was how when Ivy wanted you, boy did she really want you. At times, you called her your little dictator in a toddler’s body because sometimes the only way to stave off a meltdown was to give her what she wanted, within reason. 

Jake takes one look at you and pushes one of the mugs he’s holding into your hands. “Why do you look so sad, kiddo?”

“I’m so sorry, Captain Seresin.” The apologies spill out of your mouth like an unending fountain. 

“You don’t have to apologize for anything, kid.” He sighs as he slumps into his chair. The stress of the day seems to exude from his pores as his fingers tap on the mug.

“Ivy’s strong. You did everything right. You made sure she was safe, that she wasn’t in too much pain, and you got her the medical care she needed.”

Something is haunting in his eyes as he stares down into his mug. “I’m glad you were there. It scared the shit out of me when Josie told me to book it to the hospital. When she said it was Ivy, my mind immediately jumped to the worst conclusions. A broken arm is nothing in comparison to everything that went through my mind.”

You blink and push your chair out with a squeal, pulling the Cheetos from their hiding place in cupboards Ivy can’t reach. It sounds like what the Captain and you both need is some comfort junk food. Coupled with Jake Seresin’s Famous Hot Chocolate™, you’re sure to be comforted.

“I’m still sorry, Captain Seresin.”

“Seriously, kid. I’ve told you to call me Jake probably a hundred times in the past year. When are you finally going to listen to me?”

“Maybe one more time will do it?” Your voice is cheeky as you plunk the bowl of Cheetos on the table equidistant between the Captain and you.

“Fuck, the Cheetos? Seriously?” Jake drags his hand down his face. You’re never going to tell him that you only call him Captain because it pisses him off. You’ve been thinking of him by his name since practically the day you met him and Ivy both. “You know there will be hell to pay if Ivy comes down here looking for one of us and sees these.”

“She’s knocked out after a long, painful day. Her stomach is full of Cheese Pizza and the good painkillers. Baby Girl will be just fine!”

He snorts, picking through the crunchy fried corn sticks for one that’s perfectly coated in artificial cheese dust. 

“So….” His voice makes shivers slide down his spine. It should be illegal for a man to look as devious as he does holding a Cheeto. “I saw how you were looking at our dear old Baby on Board at the hospital, kid.”

“When are you going to make the moves on him?”

“Ummm….” You roll your eyes at him. “How about never?”

“Why never?” He crunches down on the treat while ignoring how neon-orange powder sheds across the pristine kitchen table you’re both sitting at. 

“Because he’s gorgeous. And sweet. And kind.” You’re whining as you sip on your hot chocolate, quiet because Ivy wakes up even if the dog walks past her door with clanking tags. “He’s so far out of my league it isn’t even funny.”

“Did you see how that nurse was batting her eyelashes at him?”

“So?” Jake’s got a shit-eating grin on his face. “You were batting your eyelashes too, kid. And Bob looked absolutely besotted with you. Even when you were wearing socks and sandals.”

“Tell you what. I’ll pay for your first date with Bob if you write him a flirty little note and make him some cookies.”

“Only if I make him cookies?”

“No, if you make him cookies and ask him out on a date. If he says yes, I will pay for your date.”

“What if he says no?”

“I’ll get you whatever you want.”

“Even one of those ridiculously overpriced mud pack spa days with Nix?”

“Fuck,” He covers his eyes with his hand, uncaring of his orange-coated fingers. “You’ve got a deal, kid. I don’t know why I encouraged your friendship with our neighborhood firebird, but you’ve got a deal.”

Captain Jake Seresin is known for being cheerful on base. He's never without a grin and toothpick. The day after he rushes off because his daughter is in the hospital, he comes in holding a pair of Tupperware containers in his hands, whistling on his way to his office. The Top Gun class scurries out of his way when they see him coming. When Captain Seresin is smiling it means they’re in for rough skies and he’s likely to get tone on each of their jets at least twice. The Daggers aren’t quite so worried. Over the years since the Uranium Mission they’ve seen the changes in their once rash, reckless friend. Ivy was a big instrument for that change. So was the nanny he’d hired two weeks after he found out about his daughter.

In the two years since then, Jake Seresin’s life has been ruled by his two girls, his daughter and the woman he considers a little sister. He’s notoriously overprotective of them both. He’s still teasing and abrasive, but it’s softened. Thankfully, he hasn’t treated Natasha any different than before while at work. There’s a bit more respect in his tone, but that’s about it. And she trusts him now, trusts him with her life in a way she never did before. Right now, though, Jake Seresin is focusing the brunt of his attention on her WSO. 

Bob’s changed a lot over the years too. He’s still quiet and thoughtful, the type to have a hundred thoughts hidden behind his stormy blue eyes even as he says one. Now he’s bolder, and more confident. He holds his own amongst the personalities of the Dagger squad. She knows he considers Jake a friend now. Little Ivy Seresin adores him too, chattering on and on about her Uncle Bob any and every chance she gets. 

All this to say, Nat knows her WSO pretty well. He’d do anything for his friends, which is why he’d run to see if Ivy was alright the day before when she was in the hospital and Jake was flying. It’s his face when he came back which was new. He’d looked starstruck, far away. There was a persistent flush to his cheeks and Nat wouldn’t be herself if she didn’t want to know why. Obviously Seresin’s got a very clear idea for what’s bothering her unusually taciturn WSO. The two men chat for a little bit, Jake growing more and more animated and cheerful as Bob flushes with big eyes behind his BCGs.

The conversation culminates in Jake handing Bob one of the Tupperware containers. There’s a page on top of the box. Even from halfway across the room, Nat can see the way his cheeks flush even more when he opens the paper and reads the words on it. She’s stalking forward before her plans to be an absolute terror have even solidified in her mind.

“So, Bobby!”

He startles at the chipper sound of her voice, glasses tipping down his nose and his mouth a little oh.

“Whatcha got there?”

If her voice didn’t have the other Daggers gathering around their bespectacled colleague and friend before, they’re definitely gathering around now.

 “Cookies, Nix.” There’s a catch in his voice, his shoulders hunching protectively over the note and the tupperware box.

“I can see that, Bobby boy!”  The smile she shares with Rooster is anything but innocent. “But who gave you the cookies?”

“Bagman.”

That’s all the information Nat gets out of her tight-lipped WSO. A few hours later, she’s sweaty and mussed in her flight suit and trailing behind him. Now, she finally sees the note.

Hi Bob,

I confess, I don’t really know your name. Jake refers to you as Baby on Board, and I know your callsign is Bob. Is that actually your first name? As much as I’d love to interrogate Jake one day as to why he calls you Baby on Board, I think I’d like to get to know you a bit better. I've been calling you ‘The Cute one with the Glasses’ in my head since we met.

I don’t know if you remember me, the absolute mess wearing socks and sandals at the hospital the other day. Jake basically ordered me to make you cookies to thank you for calming Ivy down, and well, you know Jake. If I said no, he would’ve made my life miserable. 

All words about completely melodramatic Seresins aside, I did want to thank you. Ivy was seconds away from a snotty, tear-filled meltdown when you walked through that door. I was seconds away from joining her.

You’re something special, Uncle Bob. Ivy adores you, and you know Jake adores you too, no matter how much shit he gives you. I know I made a less than favorable first impression at the hospital yesterday, what with the yogurt on my shirt and Ivy screaming and everything. But would you maybe want to grab coffee sometime?

Lia

XXX-XXX-XXXX

“So, you’re going out with Lia, right?” 

He snorts as he opens the Tupperware container and offers Nat a cookie. 

“You just want all the dirt on our relationship, if we get there, don’t you?” 

Her voice is a little muffled by sweet buttery cookie goodness, the slightly bitter chocolate melting on her tongue when she responds. “Of course I do!”

“I’ve been wanting you to ask Lia out for months!” 

Bob blinks, blue eyes widening behind his frames as Nat grabs another cookie while gesticulating wildly.

“You’ve been starstruck from that first barbecue years ago. But you never got close to her. I don’t think you’ve actually spoken to her in the two years of squadron events. It figures that she asked you out thanks to some pushing from Bagman, because she’s just as shy as you are.”

“She thought I was the doctor in the hospital yesterday.”

Nat grins at the look on her WSO’s face. “Well, it makes sense. You keep hiding behind Rooster or Javy or Payback when we’re at the Seresins and she’s around. It’s about time she noticed you.”

Bob snorts, “Well, it’s a good thing I messaged her already and agreed to meet up for coffee.”

“So you better get Jake to foot the bill for the best date you can give her!”

As if she even has to say that. Nat’s sure her WSO is just as enraptured as her friend is. Bob will be good for Lia, she knows it. Of course she’s going to give them shit. That’s her prerogative as Bob’s best friend and pilot. But she’d be surprised if they didn’t work out. After all, if any two people would be perfect together it would be Bob and Lia.

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[andreas-river]

Heyaa ! This is my first request ever so I'm sorry if I make it wrong or something >_< can I ask a Prompt 32 with Nikto ? I was thinking that it would be a fun and sweet mix to read. I trully need more content of him, it kill my damn brain, my babygirl deserve so much more love 🥺 If you don't feel comfortable or something feel free to ignore ^^

PS: I love your blog ❤️

Prompt: 32. "i've never done this before." with Nikto.

A/N: thanks so much for your kind words Anon, I really hope you're gonna like this! <3

TW: p in v sex, fingering, sex with feelings, virginity loss, fluff.

Want to make a request with other prompts?

NSFW under the cut, please MDNI!

You feel warmth all over your body as you wake up, as darkness is still around you. It took you a second to realize that it was still night, and that it was getting quite hot under your covers.

As you tried to turn around, you realized that your body was stuck, and you felt the weight of an arm at your side, as well as a leg between yours. You could feel a chest pressing behind your back, and when you turned your neck to see who it was, your half-asleep eyes met a pair of icy blue ones already staring at you in a groggy state.

"Nikto—are you okay?" your voice came out hoarse from your sleepy state, but he didn't say anything.

Nikto found himself outside his room almost two hours ago, so tired that he didn't even put on his shoes as he walked down the hall to your room, entered and lay down on your bed behind you with a desperate need to feel something on his hands.

He was surprised to feel so human, the desire growing since he met you, reaching a peak that made him feral.

Your eyes were still on him, and without saying a word, he presses his hand to your shoulder, causing you to return to your previous position and press his body against yours again. He feels you relax as he adjusts his hips, your blood rushing to your face as you feel something harden and press against you.

It wasn't really the first time you were making out, most of the time you were touching him and vice versa, but taking it a step further was still out of the question. You still respected his need for time, that he could only take that step when he wanted to—and you swear you saw his eyes twitch as if he was smiling behind his ballistic mask when he heard you say those words.

His hands travel to your navel as he slides down your panties, gasping as he ignores your clit and instead slides two fingers inside, fucking your hole with them, sliding in and out easily thanks to the wetness collecting between your folds.

You felt him fumble behind you, pulling your panties down to your knees, then the bare skin of his shaft brushed against your bare ass, the realization hitting you harder than expected: he didn't know.

"Nikto, ah—" he continued to pump his fingers, his palm barely brushing your clit as he teased you, your voice shaking. "I've never done this before."

You expected him to stop, but he unexpectedly continued to finger your hole, the squelching sounds growing louder in the room.

"Do you want to stop?" There was a tone of boldness in his voice, but when he whispered it against the back of your neck, you just shook your head: you needed to feel him, and once he started, you didn't want it to stop.

But then he actually stopped, a whimper leaving your lips. You hear the sound of plastic tearing—the thought that he had a condom with him made you blush furiously, his hands wandering down your side as he lies behind you, positioning himself at your entrance.

Something dry touches the back of your neck as he presses against your entrance. "Don't turn around."

When you realized he had his bare lips on your neck, you acknowledged his words by nodding, pushing his cock and filling you—you had already seen how big it was, but when he entered from behind, the angle just right and hitting a spot you had never felt, you searched for his hand, still resting on your hip, and intertwined your fingers with his own.

His breaths were shallower in your neck, the air making your whole body quiver. He gave a slow thrust, almost pulling out completely, but just to get back in, your moaning igniting a flame inside him—to be the one who could make you feel this way, the only one who could have elicited those sounds from your lips—his hands twitching at the thought.

He felt feverish as he rammed into your walls with slow, deep thrusts, and he couldn't help but groan at the rush of adrenaline that coursed through his body, your skin soft and warm to his touch.

He quickened his pace, your fingers rushing down to your clit from the lack of friction, and you felt yourself cumming and spasming around him. He stops his movements, your breath heavy as his hand covers your already closed eyes, you feel his breath against yours until his lips collide with yours—you were actually used to this, he would only kiss you privately and with your eyes closed, but you could live with that.

You stay in that position, lying down until he's back behind you, both too tired to clean yourselves, his arms again holding you from behind as you fall asleep faster than you're used to between his arms—as his lips press against your skin one last time before he drifts off with you, his mind becoming silent after a long time.

[gentil-minou]

The teen wangxian version of lwj playing inquiry after wwx's death would be lwj texting the number wwx used to use before he deactivated everything. He does this every couple months, with a Hi or How are you or I miss you.

The stranger who uses that number now doesn't want to break the poor boys heart and tell him so they just ignore it.

Wwx isn't dead btw he dropped out of his ivy league after some really bad mental health to live a nomadic lifestyle out of his old beat up van Chenqing, but during that time he'd purposely pushed everyone away

Eventually after 13 months when wwx decides he's ready to go back online and come out of hiding he manages to get his old number back!

Except he keeps getting these messages for a number he doesn't know and he thinks 'wow I wonder what it's like to be loved by someone like this'

(There was a time where he used to know that number by heart

There was a time when a text from that number was the first thing he'd see in the morning and the last message he'd send that night

There was a time when he never would have thought he could forget that number…)

5 months after he's gotten his number back and moved in with the Wens, slowly becoming himself again, the mystery number starts leaving voicemails

They don't say anything, just some faint breathing on the line, like wind whistling by. Soothing, in a way wwx can't figure out why

WQ says he should delete them and block the number. WN says he should politely message the person and let them know they have the wrong number.

Wwx does neither.

His inbox slowly fills with them, and on his worst nights when he feels like hes going to lose it again, when he feels like hes back on that ledge looking over calculating the force from the impact, he'll listen those breaths as he slowly falls asleep

Years pass and the world goes on.

Wwx gets back in touch with his siblings. Their meetings are tense and won't ever be the same as it was…before. But for now, it's enough.

He's working nights at a bar and going to art school during the day. Therapy every week.

It's strange how much he likes school now that he gets to learn the things that interest him. There's a lot he misses from his old life, and a lot he doesn't.

He keeps every message and voice-mail he gets, but he never replies. He can't explain why.

On the side, he helps out the Wens with recovering from their own tragedy.

Years ago there'd been an accident where they'd lost their cousins. At the time, they'd thought that included their nephew. That they'd lost him too.

When Wen Qing finally gets a hold of the report, they learn they didn't.

It's takes some not so legal finagling, but what else is wwx going to use his coding skills for?

The Wens learn their cousins son was injured but alive. That he'd been adopted while he was still recovering in the hospital.

The number the hospital has on file is eerily familiar.

There's no time to think any more about it. The Wens are in hyperdrive, trying to figure out how to contact this person. Hoping they might see their nephew, finally.

WQ says she was able to call the number and talk to the adoptive father about meeting up.

Wwx goes to bed feeling happy and good and like he can still do some things right. He falls asleep with a smile on his face.

He wakes up at 5am the next morning to a text, and he realizes why that number was so familiar.

The text, from a-yuan's adoptive dad, what are the chances, reads:

"I have always lived my life to be true and do what is right, but I find myself afraid. What if I have done something terrible? What would you say?"

His heart beating a hole in his chest, wwx finally texts back.

(threadfic here)

[chewbaccawithouthan]

TBB Spoilers!

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My hot take:

“Clone force 99, an experimental operations unit with desirable mutations.” - Commander Cody

“Your loyalty will be your downfall.” -Dr. Royce Hemlock

IF you didn’t realize Hemlock, those desirable mutations outmatched your special CX soldier creations, EVEN WHEN THEY WERE LIKE 90% OUT OF CONSCIOUSNESS What does that say about the Clone Force 99 Unit and those CX Clones?

“F*ck around and find out.” is what it says to me!

Don’t get me wrong, those agents put up quite the fight with the Batch, but in the end… The big brothers got their child back and those clones were laid to waste!

Wrecker was laying the law down with his brute strength and Echo was using every trick he could to be stealthy. Crosshair- even HANDLESS and drugged still had it in him to fight and aim just as well as he did,

Don’t even get me started on Hunter- the man was probably experiencing the worst migraine of his life and an intense sensory overload, he was blurrily blinded and HE S T I L L managed to THROW and STAB the CX clone in the chest, AT his heart mind you, DEAD ON! Also, final stand with Hemlock? Hunter wasn’t having it. HE LAID IT ON HIM. The second the opportunity was given, obviously Crosshair hit the shackles to spare freedom, but Hunter didn’t just fire on him- no no no- he LIT HIM UP in Blaster Fire, HE FILLED HIM WITH HOLES. Before Hemlock fell over, he was C O V E R E D in 7 TOTAL SHOTS. I COUNTED. For a blaster? It takes about 1 shot to kill an unarmored/armored person (example: Fives or Nala-se) Hemlock was plenty dead before falling but Hunter didn’t give two flying mynocks about it.

Also? Crosshair losing his hand isn’t actually upsetting to me. DONT GET ME WRONG, I screamed when it got chopped off because that’s one more thing that boy has to remember for the rest of his life. TO ME: it was more his sight and his body’s balance and steadiness, than his ability to wield a trigger finger, the man can still hit a target without his hand, we clearly see that when he’s in the hanger and shooting bullseyes everywhere and even afterwards when he was propped on Hunter’s shoulder and successfully hits the cuffs between Hemlock and Omega. Crosshair was wobbly the entire time he chased after CX-2’s ship, he never had stability, it wasn’t just his hand and when he runs, he gives himself stability. His shaking hand was never stable.

Wrecker constantly grunting had me thinking he was just gonna plop to the ground and never wake up, but when omega freed him, his papa-bear clicked and he went into BEAST MODE. Let’s also appreciate that one clone gentleman that shot those last two bolts at the Sword-CX to save Echo’s hide.

Omega’s entire career with the bad batch lead her to the biggest escape plot of the century (ITS NEXT TO ANDOR’S ONE WAY OUT) like that child kept those kids so calm, and herself, and even set free a giant Godzilla beast into the wild to thrive. She said “no more slaves!” And meant it. Emerie taking the kids to Pabu has my respect and shall remain on my good side.

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Title: Taste of Love (1738 words) Pairing: the dark urge/gortash/tav Warnings: somnophilia, breeding, threesomes (mmf), anal A/N: every time im like i'll work on requests and stuff, my hand slips and i write more durgelopetash (dark urge/penelope/gortash) fhsdkafhjksa; takes place pre-bg3 Taglist: @spacebarbarianweird @tragedybunny @astarionsbeloved @razrogue @celestialomlette @rentheannihilator @rinmoon7 @volotramp (if you saw a tag before... no you didn't~ ahfjdjhksfa)

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Penelope feels Gortash pull her closer as they sleep. She murmurs to herself, covering her face as she feels his cock hot and hard at her entrance. Even though her body is exhausted, she is wet with sleepy anticipation. He slowly thrusts inside, a deep groan in her ear as he picks up his pace, rocking his hips. She bites her lip, her mind hazy as she realizes what he's doing. His hand lifts her leg as the other slips between her thighs, finding her swollen clit. Her eyes jolt open as she pants, holding on to the covers and Kaine's shirt.

Gortash shushes her as he continues to pound her sweet hole. "Do not wake him, my love," He whispers gruffly in her ear as he slows his thrusts, making sure she feels every inch of his solid cock. She leans back into him as his fingers dig into her thigh. She looks over at Kaine as her brows furrow together, her mouth suddenly dry. Would he be angry that Gortash chose to fuck her while he slept?

She bites her lip as Gortash presses his lips against her neck, before sinking his teeth into her soft skin. "You taste so delicious," Gortash whispers as his hips grind into her, his pace quickening. Penelope holds the covers tight, keeping her eyes on Kaine's face. He wouldn't possibly care, right? She's doing her job. Gortash pulls out, rolling her to her back as he gets on top, kissing her hard. She kisses him back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he thrusts back in, the movement shoving Kaine. She buries her face in his shoulder, keeping her moans to a minimum as he groans.

"Ah, sorry love. Didn't mean to wake you." Gortash says with a breathless laugh, pounding her into the bed. Kaine sits up, rubbing his eyes.

"Am I interrupting?" He asks, his sleepy voice deeper than usual. Penelope's heart skips beats as she listens, looking up at Gortash who focuses on Kaine.

"Never, my sweet. You are welcome to join. I had a late-night urge to breed my sweet girl." Penelope's nostrils flare as he glances back down at her, holding her cheeks in between his fingers. "Her cunt is begging to drain my cock, even when she slept." Penelope whimpers as Gortash boasts, fucking her harder. She can feel Kaine's presence in her mind, checking on her as Gortash leans down, kissing her.

"Does she now?" Kaine asks, rolling to his side to watch. Penelope shuts him out before he can say a word, pushing her hips against the counselor. He grunts as he pulls away, his teeth dragging along her bottom lip.

"Of course she does. Her body is begging for her next fill." Gortash growls, his dark eyes meeting Kaine's. A hint of worry is in Kaine's expression before Gortash leans over kissing him next. "Fuck me while I fuck her?" He asks, almost begging.

Kaine laughs, gripping Gortash's hair as he slows down. "If you say please." She swallows hard as Gortash smirks, his hand wrapping around her neck. "Please, my lord."

Kaine gets up, chuckling. "As you wish."

Penelope tastes blood on her lips as she bites down on her bottom lip, pressure building in her head as Gortash squeezes her neck before he softens his grip. He's too busy with Kaine, the men kissing passionately. Gortash's hand slides down her chest, pinching her nipples as Kaine's hands rest on his hips.

Kaine's eyes meet with hers, her confession not even hours away it seems. She glances away quickly as Kaine kisses Gortash's shoulder, helping with the rocking of his hips as he fucks Penelope without care. She can feel her orgasm building. She rests her hands on Gortash's stomach, trying to slow him down.

"Aww, look at her trying to control us." Gortash purrs as he leans down, sucking on her neck. Kaine takes advantage of this new position, spreading Gortash's ass. She hears him whisper a modified grease spell as his hand rubs along his length. Gortash removes his mouth, whimpering as Kaine thrusts inside.

"Be a good boy and fuck your whore." Kaine growls as Gortash holds Penelope's wrists, his dark brows furrowing. His cock twitches inside as he groans, attempting to thrust again, his hips pushing against Kaine. Penelope moans as Gortash obeys Kaine's orders, his cock feeling so engorged with each pump. She holds her breath as she feels herself getting so much closer, unable to move since he's pinned her. He takes in a sharp breath as his legs curl up against her thighs, allowing Kaine more room as his thrusts are harder into Gortash.

Penelope closes her legs, crying out as her nails dig into her palms. She should hold herself back, but he just feels so… Her mind drifts off as Kaine pushes against Gortash, forcing him down, and her legs part. Gortash kisses her sloppily as he lets go of her wrists, gripping the sheets as he writhes, letting Kaine set his pace as he's relentless with his strokes. Penelope wraps her arms around Gortash's head as he moans against her breasts. She can feel him try to push his hips back, but Kaine is more powerful, the sound of his skin against Gortash's filling the room.

"Fill me, please. I want it." Penelope whimpers as Gortash's dazed eyes glance up against hers.

"Ah, I love it when you beg for me," Gortash replies, another attempt at keeping up his pace futile by Kaine.

Penelope drags her nails across his scalp, eliciting a moan from Gortash as he leans forward, kissing her hard. His body feels so warm and hard on hers before he rests his forehead against hers.

"Tell me how it feels," She whispers, as Gortash chuckles. "To have you wrapped around my cock, and Kaine inside of me… Addicting, my love." He whispers back, kissing her again, slamming his hips against hers.

She pulls away, her orgasm on the horizon. "Harder, please." She whines as she looks up at Kaine who licks his lips, obliging. Both of them moan as she wraps her legs around Gortash, closing her eyes tight as both men grunt and groan.

"Come with me, my darling. I want to feel it," Gortash whispers, forcing her to look at him. She nods as yeses fall from her mouth, his tip starting to spasm with each thrust. "Fuck my ass, Kaine. Gods, yes please." He curses, as he sits up, pinning Penelope down again.

Penelope struggles, her breasts bouncing with their erratic rhythm as she holds her hips down, letting Gortash fuck her harder. She sobs as goosebumps travel down her skin, gushing around his thick cock. He joins her in orgasm as he erupts, filling her with his warm sticky cum.

She pants as Kaine continues to fuck Gortash, his moans delicious. Gortash holds his hips firm against Penelope as he kisses her, letting his leaky cock spill inside of her. "Every drop for my little rabbit," Gortash whispers, as he wraps his arms around her back. She mewls as he presses hot kisses down her jaw and neck.

Kaine's thrusts intensify and she feels Gortash's tip spasm more though he does not move. Gortash's cries are more breathless as he lets Kaine use his hole, his fingers digging into Penelope's sides. "Please come on Penelope. I wanna clean it up." Gortash cries as he glances back at Kaine.

The Tieflings' eyes meet and a new blush creeps along Penelope's already pink skin as Kaine nods. "As you wish, my love." She swears she hears him say loves as he pulls out. Gortash lets out a soft moan, before pulling out himself of Penelope. She gasps as Kaine rubs his cock as he assumes the position, aiming for her chest.

She tries to push her thoughts into Kaine's mind, "I wish you could fuck me again, make me cum again." Kaine growls in response, his other hand reaching down for her horn as he holds her still.

Gortash chuckles as his hands massage her breasts. "Isn't our whore so pretty when she's thoroughly fucked?" Gortash asks, sucking on her nipple. She cries out as his tongue flicks on the nub before suckling her breast.

"She sounds so pretty too when you make her sing, my love," Kaine says, as his cock inching closer to her mouth. Gortash chuckles as he continues to play with her ample chest. Kaine tosses his head back as he grunts, his cock spilling out onto her face and neck. He tries to aim for her breasts still, but it gets more on his fingers instead. Probably her fault for teasing him.

Gortash's tongue is quick as he licks her face and neck, moaning at Kaine's taste. Kaine presses his soft cock against her mouth, waiting for her to clean him. She obliges, moaning at the taste of Gortash on his tip. Gortash tuts before joining in, Kaine's cock in between their mouths. She closes her eyes as he gently rubs her horn, setting his pace as he lets them clean him up.

Gortash sighs once Kaine rests back, laughing to himself. She's glad he's kept quiet about their time before bed as she rests on Gortash's hairy chest. "I'm so glad I got to share my jewel with you, Kaine," Gortash says as he looks up at the man.

Kaine chuckles as he slips off the bed. "The most valuable jewel within the city." He says softly as Gortash rests back on the pillows, holding Penelope tighter.

"Will you join us for a cuddle?" Gortash asks, surprisingly sweet.

Kaine shakes his head, "No. Not yet at least. I must check in with… family first."

Penelope's eyes narrow while Gortash nods, "Ah, how could I forget? Take all the time you need, Kaine." Penelope can't hide her suspicion as he pulls on his pants, quickly disappearing out of the room. What could his family want so early in the morning?

Gortash tilts her head towards him as he smiles. "We shall leave come daybreak. This place is not befitting for a lady." He says as he rubs her chin with his thumb. He kisses her softly, before closing his eyes. Penelope watches him for a moment before shifting her focus back to the door. Something must be up. She thinks as her eyes heavy, sleep finally coaxing her back.