#anyways night night sleep tight!!!!!!!! mwah!

[shittygothbitch]

Waaaaahhhhhhhh I don't wanna go to beeedddddddddddddddddddd boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

[microwave-core]

my haley brain rot is terminal, sorry

[facefullofsadness]

when succubus!winrina are summoned

g!p demon!jiminjeong x human!reader

smut, 2k wc

happy extremely belated birthday (like can I even classify this as a bday post anymore?) to the most annoying person I know @aliceiwk because she didn't wanna tell me her bday even though I was gonna find out eventually bc I was gonna post this ANYWAY. is late as FUCK (literally an entire month PLUS late omg) bc of school, travel, other reasons wtv, but that wasn't gonna stop me!!! soooo yes mwah mwah lub u enjoy ur jiminjeong threesome!!

when yizhuo and aeri had the bright idea of doing a silly little demon summoning session for funsies, you screamed at them in horror. what the actual fuck kind of idea is that? the two girlfriends' justification was simply for shits and giggles! I mean, that shit isn't real anyway, right? there's no ACTUAL fucking shot demons would come to haunt you guys if you tried conjuring em up!

somehow, someway, yall ended up in a circle with some candles, some salt, a shady looking book, and a dark ass room. being in the actual moment sent chills down your spine, the summer nights being quite cold to accompany such a stupid idea you and your friends were going through with. when your last minute effort to back out, stop, and instead watch horror movies to get their spooky fill failed, the two girls begin flipping pages of the book.

"what aboutttt demon of gluttony?" the small girl asks, pondering which demon to summon.

"there's not a lot of things to do with that," the taller girl replies, one arm propped up behind her girlfriend, checking her nails on the other hand.

"demon of wrath?"

"we've all got enough anger combined to need that one."

"demon of sloth!"

"fuck does that even mean?"

"ooohhhh!! y/n desperately needs this one, demon of lust."

"oh, perfect!"

"hey wait what is that supposed to mean?!" you butt in.

"now now, it's okay to badly want head! we're just helping you out!"

aeri raises her hands up and reaches out to pull you into the chair placed in the middle of a pentagram surrounded in candles. you put your face in your hands, shaking your head at the reality of what was currently happening.

"now just sit tight and soon enough you'll stop complaining about your celibacy!"

performing the ritual was goofier than you expected it to be. with the accompaniment of yizhuo's unserious reading of the spell, aeri's cackle everytime her girlfriend stuttered, and forgetting to pause the music, having txt's blue hour playing in the background, it was hard to take anything seriously. having to go through with the summoning ritual twice because the first time was so botched, thinking doing it again would make sure it "worked".

unsurprisingly, nothing happened. ning was disappointed, to which aeri had to kiss away her pout, but you were relieved because what the fuck would have possibly happened if it worked? you sent the girls home after making them clean the stupid ritual up, collapsing on your mattress and passing out.

in the dead of night, two figures emerge from the shadows, the darkness of your room enveloping the strangers. you're completely asleep, your peaceful breathing and spinning ceiling fan the only white noise to mask the echoey voices across the room.

"what are you doing here?"

"I was summoned, I could ask the same question to you."

"why would I purposefully go somewhere you are?"

"it's simple, you're obsessed with me or something."

"not as obsessed as you are with me."

the shadowy figures huff in the darkness before staring back at your slumbering body.

one of them smirks and scoffs, "horny slut must've summoned both of us."

"how fascinating, I was worried it was gonna be a man again," the other figure tilts her head to the side, observing your sleeping face.

"ugh, one thing we can finally agree on, men aren't nearly as fun or tempting as women."

the being observing your face brushes a strand of hair out of your eyes, "girls are just so delicious."

the two look at each other and exchange a sinister smile, almost agreeing to be civil through eye contact.

"then let's have our fun tonight yeah, winter?"

"only if you share, karina."

you were awoken to your body being thrown around, your back sinking into the mattress, wrists pinned on either side of you, eyes shooting open with a gasp, shaking you out of your sleep. foggy sight clearing and eyes adjusting to the darkness slowly as two figures come into view, women (?), or as your mind would rationalize them to be.

two shadowy women with rustic obsidian horns growing through their skulls, dark tails swaying behind them, black leather-like wings spanning out from their backs, and dark red orbs emanating aura from their eyes. you're frozen into place, your eyes doing all the talking as they observe the figures pinning you down with their talon-like claws, skimpy leather outfits hugging the pale women's milky skin.

you want to scream, thrash, do something, but all you can do is stare at them, eyes darting back and forth between the dark-haired and blonde creatures.

"awww, look at her, such an innocent little thing," the blonde coos, her voice reverberating, almost as if she had a filter over it.

the dark haired girl replies, voice heavy with reverb and seduction, "but she's not, she needed to be fucked senseless by two of us, isn't that right?"

you're speechless, mouth opening to answer but no noise escaping. no way... was this a result of that stupid summoning ritual you guys did earlier that night? it... worked? BOTH TIMES???

"can't speak, can you? do humans not understand what consequences of your actions mean? didn't your people come up with that saying?" the darker one pouts, pulling back from your face to straddle one of your legs, knee slotting itself perfectly between your thighs.

the blonde one giggles, her sinister tone sending shivers down your spine, "fuck I cannot wait to consume you, you're extremely enticing."

somehow, you speak, voice heavy with confusion, fear, and exhaustion, "what the fuck are you?"

the two exchange a sly smirk, looking at each before turning back to you, "exactly what you asked for, demons of lust."

succubus, it had clicked in your head as you further observed their features, feeling their nails digging into your skin, the pain confirming you were in fact not dreaming.

"don't worry little one, we'll give you everything you want."

the blonde demon's tail wraps around both of your wrists, the dark-haired demon releasing you from her grip, letting the other pin your hands down and back above you. the blonde settles next to your head, her crotch emanating heat in front of your face. she takes a handful of your hair and grips the back of your head, pulling your face up and lowering herself to meet you, your scalp stinging in her hold.

"be a good fucking whore and let us do what we want with you, you'll enjoy every second of it."

she pushes your cheek against her crotch, her addicting scent filling your nose, feeling her hard appendage press against your face. meanwhile, the dark-haired girl between your thighs digs her knee against your core, whimpering at the pressure, having only worn panties and a t-shirt to bed.

the taller girl's cold hands grip your exposed thighs, digging her nails into your skin, making you hiss. she trails her hands under your shirt, ghosting her fingers over your waist and dragging her claws across your stomach. her hands are greedy, moving at a moderate pace but every touch is so intense and rough, knuckles now rubbing against your soaking underwear, friction brushing against your clit.

everything happens so fast as you swear you black out every few seconds the more their touches advance on your body. before you know it, you're choking on the demon called winter, the other succubus grinding her knee against your bare pussy being karina. you moan against the blonde's cock as she thrusts mercilessly into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat as tears spill from your eyes, the pleasure from the dark-haired girls needy hands on your hips forcing your body to roll against her knee with your panties pushed to the side, cunt leaking with your juices, making the movements slick, your eyes rolling back at the sensation.

"yeah little slut? like that big cock in your throat? can't speak huh? fucking whore," winter degrades above you, holding your head with both of her hands to control just how relentlessly she ruins your throat.

karina chuckles darkly below you, watching her pull away and lower her face to your pulsing core, "she is a whore, just look at how fucking wet this bitch is. she's practically a waterfall of cum."

through blurry, tear-filled eyes, you watch as karina's split tongue circled your hot clit, feeling its unforgiving movements dance across your aching slit as it flicks against your bud and hole simultaneously somehow. not that you question it, falling into an inevitable sub-space, your mind completely broken just as quickly as they had started fucking you.

you feel winter's member so deeply down your throat, it bulges in your neck, her rugged panting and breathing making the onslaught of your body worth it. all your noises are choked and silent however, karina's skillful mouth maneuvering your burning insides and throbbing outsides, the hums from her throat vibrating against your entire pussy. the sensation of winter's creamy cum flowing down your throat makes you roll your eyes back, not needing to swallow as her load slides down your esophagus easily.

"couldn't you be at least a little patient?" an annoyed karina pulls away from your pussy to complain, tugging your limp body up against her chest, winter's cock slipping from your swollen mouth.

the blonde's heavy breathing is accompanied by a reverberating chuckle as she responds, "don't be jealous, you get to taste the bitch's pussy, I should be the aggravated one."

the taller girl replies with a grunt, "fine, but I'm cumming in her cunt first."

"oh no, we're sharing that fucking hole," you feel the other succubus' body heat on your back, pressing her front against you, her still hard monster cock tapping against your ass.

"you are so fucking annoying," karina mumbles before pulling out her hard dick and slipping it between your folds, collecting your slick, pushing into your tight hole as you scream painfully at the intrusion.

she immediately sets an unforgiving pace, mercilessly pounding her throbbing member into your aching heat, holding you against her chest by your waist, your face in her shoulder as you sobbed in pain, the pleasure slowly creeping in. the girl behind you spits on her dick, spreading the saliva before forcing herself in you too, joining karina's relentless thrusting. tears flow from your eyes as bloodcurdling screams escape your already sore throat, the two demons' lengthy and girthy cocks tearing your tight cunt apart, drool leaking from your mouth as your brain abandons consciousness, completely broken and ruined from them fucking you.

winter pants against your ear as her hands sink into your hips, drilling you from behind, "you're gone now, aren't you doll? you've become our little cumslut to treat like a toy, haven't you?"

her words don't process in your fucked out head, nodding mindlessly to her question.

karina against you moans as your pussy squeezes around both of them, pushing in as winter pulls out, "taking us so well, little whore. that's right, be the good fucking slut you are and take it. take all of it."

they continue to absolutely annihilate your insides with their aggressive ramming, never stopping as they used your body like a sextoy, throwing you around like a ragdoll, pounding into you like you were just their property. the sound of wet skin slapping together and their loud, frustrated breathing filled your barely functioning auditory senses as you feel both of them stiffen against you, hot cum filling you, stuffing you full of their seed.

your lifeless body slumps against karina's front, winter holding you up as someone, unsure of who due to your barely conscious state, breathlessly comments against your ear, "we're far from finished, little one."

and they keep their word, not stopping the entire night, their split tongues working in tandem on each of your nipples, lapping at both of your holes as they seep pleasure, their cocks exploring every inch of your greedy orifices, letting you feel every bit of lust they harbor towards your mortal body. they fuck you until you break, until they ruin every part of you, until your begs and pleads grow silent, until time ceases to exist, the only thing in your sorry brain you can possibly process are karina and winter. and maybe when you're free, you'll thank aeri and yizhuo.

a/n: yeah their cocks probably have ridges and stuff but I didn't think about that while writing it, maybe next time <3 #welovemonstercock !!! can this even be classified as a short like this shit is long, oh whale

[lovelettersfromluna]

✰20 Something✰

{Ellie Williams x Reader}

Summary: How you ain’t say you was movin’ forward? Honesty hurts when you’re gettin’ older, I gotta say I’ll miss the way you need me.

an: first things first, yes it’s based off of the sza song, yes this is going to be very angsty, and yes I purposefully used the lyrics of the song to leave a bit of mystery for the summary hehe. But anyways! Here’s the second part of Blossom! This one is pretty short, and the ending is a bit abrupt, but that’s only because I have plans for the next part!! I hope you enjoy angels. Mwah mwah 🖤🖤

Warnings: angst!! Ellie is an idiot in this one I’m sorry, Joel being a dad figure to reader, alcohol usage, reader gets a lil drunk, jealous!reader, let me know if I missed anything pleaseeee (not proofread)

You can read part 1 here!

Tag list: @gold-dustwomxn @liabadoobee @uraesthete @heathermuahhh

For the first time in five years, your bed is warm.

And that doesn’t go to say you never had a warm body filling up the empty spot next to you in your bed. There were many times where you’d fallen into bed with someone for a one night stand, or finally working up to the person you would be seeing at the time to sleeping over.

But that was all in the city, you hadn’t once given someone the opportunity to fill your bed in your current home. The home that you were sprouting your roots into, and creating a space that you’d call home forever.

That, and none of those people before warmed you up like Ellie did.

Ellie’s arms never leave yours within the night, they’re strong and they hold you tight against her chest even when she’s snoring softly in your ear. It’s almost as if she’s scared you’ll slip away somehow, like she’s worried if she doesn’t hold on tight enough, she’ll no longer be in this dream that she’s found herself in.

And you don’t mind, her warm embrace helps clear your head from the noisy thoughts that threaten to cloud your mind. Without her strong arms wrapped around your middle, and the dreamy smell of her shampoo and her cologne, you’d be panicking.

Panicking because none of this is okay, and you both know it.

It allows you to sleep, and enjoy her for the moment, because you know exactly what you’ll do when the sun rises.

You have it all planned out, playing out the scenario and what you’ll say in your head. It’s like you’ve written a script for yourself, one that you’ve closely analyzed and revised countless times between the heavy sedation of sleep and wake that finds you through the night. You continuously fall in and out because the foreign feeling of Ellie next to you is too apparent to ignore, and it makes itself even more known when you realize that it’s Ellie.

Despite it all, the sleep is good. It’s heavy, and comfortable and it’s like your bodies are tangled up within one another in the most perfect way, making your insides feel warm and fuzzy. You’re sure you’d be able to stay there with her till the end of time. You feel her wake up a few times as well, pressing gentle kisses at the nape of your neck, whispering sweet promises into your ear as her hands slip underneath your t shirt, toying with your soft skin and pulling you in closer.

Because she can’t get enough of you. She’s cursing herself on the inside because she can’t believe she’d almost forgotten how good you felt pressed up against her, how nice your supple skin felt spilling from between her fingers, how responsive your body was to her every kiss and touch.

So she feels she has some catching up to do, and she plans on roaming her fingers along every available space of your body. She wants to remember everything she’s ever experienced with you, all while making new memories as well.

And you can feel it, which makes it all the more harder to get out of bed the next morning.

The morning sun is warm and inviting, but it comes all too soon.

It takes everything in you to peel Ellie’s limbs from your body. You let out a sigh of relief when once you’re out of bed, she’s still fast asleep. You tilt your head to the side as you eye the girls sleeping form, she looks like her younger self when she sleeps. Her cheeks look fuller, and her lips look plumper. It reminds you of all the times you traced your fingers over her sleeping face when she’d fallen asleep in your bedroom when you were teenagers.

It reminds you of the face that wouldn’t even look in your direction when shoving a box into your arms.

And maybe you’re being petty, because it was something that happened so long ago and you both were so young. But it still hurts, and it doesn’t matter if it happened when you were both young, or if your relationship was doomed anyways.

Ellie did what she did, and no matter how many sweet things she said to you, she couldn’t take it back.

You sigh softly as you blink out of your trance, breaking away from the memories that you had been holding onto for so long. You need to get dressed, and you need to get downstairs before Ellie wakes.

You settle on a plane white t shirt, and a pair of your favorite denim shorts. They’re your moms from when she was younger, they remind you of when you were little.

Your feet pad against the wooden floor as you make your way downstairs. It’s still very early, and if Ellie is anything like the way she was when she was younger, you’ll be clear of her for at least another hour or so.

You settle on grabbing some fresh lemons from a near by bowl and making some lemonade to kill the time.

On the other end of your house, Ellie is groaning softly. She takes a moment to realize where it is that she is, the foreign bed making her feel extremely confused. Once her eyes have adjusted to the early morning light peeking in through your window, she immediately remember where she is.

Memories of the night before come flooding in, and she can’t stop the stupid smile that paints her face.

She’s blushing like an idiot, and she brings her strong hands up to her face as she groans softly. She’s just as fucking smitten for you as she was back when she was a teenager, and she can’t even deny it.

You, where were you?

The question runs rapid in her mind as she sits up, frowning a bit as she looks around. She isn’t too worried, seeing as she is in fact in your house. She knows you couldn’t have gone far, but the fact alone that she wasn’t able to wake up to you in her arms makes her upset.

From upstairs she can hear a bit of clattering downstairs in the kitchen, and she knows exactly where you are.

Ellie is up on her feet instantly, yawning as she scratches the back of her neck. She makes her way through your home, smiling softly at all the little trinkets you have set around on different shelves and tables.

But when she finally finds herself in your kitchen, and spots you, you’ve taken her breath away.

The window near your counter lets the warm glow of the sun hit you perfectly, sun rays shining through your hair and onto your pretty features. The song you’re humming softly is the sweetest melody she’s ever heard in her entire life, and your clothes are simple, but they’re making her fucking swoon.

It all feels so domestic, like she’s waking up to you, her girl, in the kitchen of your sweet home, and it’s enough to make her head spin.

It almost feels like nothings ever changed.

You’re too lost in your own thoughts as you slip a few more lemon slices into the pitcher before you bring your wooden spoon into it and stir it once more, finally happy with the drink. You don’t even hear Ellie when she’s approaching you from behind, strong hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you against her chest. You gasp softly, almost forgetting that the girl was in your house for a moment.

Your eyes flutter shut as you let her hold you. She’s lifting you up and into her body to the point that your toes almost leave the floor, her face pressing into your neck as she inhales the sweet scent of your shampoo.

She brings a hand up, pushing your hair back so she’s able to press soft kisses to your neck. The feeling of her lips against your skin makes you whine.

“Morning, blossom…” she hums. Her voice is raspy, and deep and still thick with sleep. It makes you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, tugging on it softly, and you can’t help but close your eyes and tilt your head to the side to give her better access to your neck, silently begging for more of her kisses.

It’s when you feel one of her strong hands slipping under your shirt and toying with the waist of your denim shorts that you open your eyes and quickly clear your throat, stepping away from her grip as you turn around.

You almost wish you’d stayed in her arms, because Ellie looks like a fucking dream right now.

Her hair is messy, and her eyes are puffy from sleep, lips pouting from the lack of you in her arms. Her t shirt is hanging loosely on her body, boxers low on her waist. She looks like something you would’ve assumed only existed within the depths of your fantasies, and nowhere in the real world.

Yet here she was, standing right in front of you, arms already reaching out and begging for you to be pressed against her.

You quickly step grab the pitcher of lemonade and hold it between the two of you, acting as a form of separation, one that would keep her away from you for at least a few seconds longer. You knew that it you let her hold you the way she did, or even come any closer, you’d fold.

“I um…thought you’d be thirsty…so I…made you some lemonade”

Ellie frowns as she watches you stutter, a habit that seemed to be the most present whenever you were nervous or hiding something. She could still recall the time when you and Joel were planning a surprise birthday party for her eighteenth, and she questioned you on why you’d been so absent for the past month or so. You were a babbling mess, avoiding eye contact, trying your best to get out of being in rooms alone with her, anything so that you could be free of the guilt that came with keeping something from her.

Just like you were now, babbling, eyes blinking rapidly as you looked everywhere but her eyes.

Her eyebrows are furrowed in confusion as she watches you for a moment longer, she opens her mouth to say something, but you’re already reaching behind her and grabbing two glasses and bringing them to your little kitchen table.

She watches you as you move, your focus now on the two glasses as you fill them up. She settles on leaving it alone for now, mainly because she’d like to just focus on you right now.

She moves to sit down at the table, but it doesn’t go without her hand sliding against your waist, her tattooed arm wrapping around it as she presses a kiss to your head. “You alright baby?” She mumbles against your hair, giving your skin a gentle squeeze before she moves to sit down, her green eyes never leaving your face as she takes her glass into hand.

It makes it feel like you’ll lose your footing, the way she’s so quickly comfortable enough to do these things to you, say these things to you, like she never even left you in the first place. It’s all too quick, and it makes you feel like you’re the happiest girl in the world, all while being the saddest.

You have to get away from her, you can’t be anywhere near her.

You quickly clear your throat, giving her a quick nod as you grab your glass and move over to your sink, which is opposite of the kitchen table. Her eyebrows furrow again as she watches you flee her touch, and it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth.

You’re quite literally flinching away from her touch as if you’re afraid of her, and it makes her anxiety settle in with each passing moment.

You stand near the sink, staring into the glass filled with lemonade, a lemon wedge floating around in the surface as you find it far more interesting to stare into it rather than looking into Ellie’s eyes.

“What’s going on?” She questions, one of her hands resting on her thigh as she watches you. The worry in her voice is enough to make you wince, eyes squeezing shut for a moment before you exhale loudly, looking up so that you’re now staring out your window, the calm morning breeze swaying through the trees calming you for a moment before you speak.

“I can’t do this, Ellie.” You mumble softly, voice barely above a whisper.

Your tone has Ellie on her feet before you can even finish, your kitchen table scraping against the wooden floor as she pushes it back so she can stand. You’ve barely even said anything, or given any explanation to what it is that you’re even talking about, but she already knows.

“What do you mean? You said last night that you were okay with this…with us-“ you cut her off quickly, the words falling from her lips too hard to listen to.

“I know….what I said Ellie…I just…” you sigh sadly, hands gripping the edge of your counter as you try to compose yourself. It doesn’t help that Ellie is by your side, her body towering over yours as she stares down at you. One of her hands come down to brush your hair away from your face, trying to get a better view of your expression as her other hand comes down to grip your hip gently, massaging the skin gently.

Despite you telling her you can’t be with her, she’s still there, comforting you and helping you get the words out. It makes it hurt even more.

She leans down, pressing a kiss to your head. “Say it…” she mumbles softly against your hair. Her words leave a chill down your spine, because her tone isn’t malicious or even angry, she knows she’s getting what she deserves, and she knows that you deserve to get it out.

You lick your lips, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth before you turn to face her, your eyes finally looking up into hers. It makes your breath shudder, because they’re holding so much pain, and confusion and it makes you hate yourself for doing this.

“It is as just…a lot…seeing you for the first time in so long…I wasn’t thinking and…and you don’t even live here anymore, Ellie. How are we even supposed to do this? I let you stick around and fuck me until it’s time for you to leave again? And then it’s back to how it was? I don’t even know you anymore…I can’t…I won’t do it.” You sigh out, your words are stern and there’s no getting through to you, and Ellie can see that.

You feel your eyes burn with hot tears, and you don’t even care. You inhale deeply as they spill out onto your cheeks, gently grabbing Ellie’s hands from your hips and removing them so they’re now hanging down by her own legs.

“I deserve better, Ellie…and you aren’t that” you whimper out. The words are like fire on your tongue, burning your insides and setting your heart ablaze as you stare at her. It hurts to even say it out loud, but it’s the truth, you both know it.

Ellie’s own green eyes pool up with tears, the whites of her eyes going red as she inhales deeply. She knew it was all too good to be true, too much of a fantasy to indulge in. She didn’t deserve your kindness, she didn’t deserve your forgiveness, she knew that for a long time.

It was just nice to pretend that she did for a moment.

Ellie knows deep down, that she’d do anything to beat the obstacles that would’ve came with being with you. The distance, trust, making it all up to you, she would’ve done it all. You’d never been anything less than the girl that she wanted to grow old and grey with.

You both new that.

She licks her lips, looking down at her feet for a moment before she gives you a nod. She can’t make this any harder for you than it’s already been. You do deserve better, and as much as she feels she can provide only the best for you, she can’t put you through anymore pain than she already has.

“I’ll um…I’ll let myself out…” she nods to herself, her words barely above a whisper in fear that it’ll break through her tears, and she’ll crumble onto her knees, begging you to give her the chance that she didn’t deserve.

You inhale deeply, looking away from the girl as you nod. Any longer staring into those big, sad eyes, and you would’ve crumbled with her, holding her in your arms and telling her it had always been her, and that you’d give her a million chances if she wanted them.

But you needed to do right for yourself, you had to put your foot down.

Ellie disappears upstairs, grabbing her jeans and her sneakers and getting dressed in silence. She takes in the details of your room, knowing that it would be the last time that she sees this intimate side of you. It’s one of the things she regretted the most, not taking in the little things about you leading up to when she left, it made it harder to remember them down the road.

You don’t move from your spot until she comes back, because it’s hard to retain the last twenty four hours that you’ve experienced. It feels bizarre and unreal and it feels like a disturbingly realistic dream. You feel like you can’t move, like you’re suddenly glued to the floor.

Ellie’s foot steps padding against your floor breaks you away from that feeling, and you’re quickly on your feet and walking her towards the door. It’s awkward and strange and it feels like she wasn’t just grabbing you and pulling you into her body mere moments ago.

Before Ellie walks out of your door, she quickly turns around eyes scanning over your living room for a moment before she moved over to the little brown wooden entrance table near your door.

Along with a small bowl holding your keys, there was a little note pad and a little red pen. Without skipping another beat, she grabbed it, jotting down her number. She cleared her throat as she handed it to you, eyes down casted before she spoke. “My um…my number…feel free to call or text or..whatever you want. I’ll always answer” she reassures.

You stare at the little note for a moment, chewing your bottom lip before you sigh softly. “Ellie you really don’t have to do that-“ she cuts you off, stepping forward and grabbing your hand, turning it over before she pushes the paper into your hand, closing it around it.

“I don’t wanna be strangers anymore..even if we can’t be together in the way I’d want…I miss you…i’ll take you in any way you’ll let me have you…” she sighs out, her tone pleading with you.

You finally stare up into her eyes, and you know she’s telling the truth. You lick your lips, looking down at the little note scribbled in her hand writing, paired with a little smiley face at the end.

“Maybe we could go out sometimes…as friends or something” she adds on, weary of the way you’ve been completely silent this entire time.

You let out a soft sigh before you give her a slow nod, your finger tips gently running along the numbers on the paper before you finally look up at her, giving her a soft, sad smile. “Yeah…I’d like that, Ellie” you speak softly to her.

Despite it being far from what she wants, she gives you a soft smile. She nods with you, staring at you for a moment longer before she nods her head towards the door. “I’d better head out then…I’ll see you around?” She says almost hopefully, scared that it’ll be yet another promise you’ve made that you aren’t sure you want to keep or not.

You smile softly, giving her a reassuring nod. You’re leaning against the front door, watching her as she walks out to her car. She feels like she’ll pass out at any moment, because it’s like the universe is playing a cruel joke on her. The most beautiful girl in the entire fucking world is the one she can’t have, and seeing you leaned up against the door, sun shining down on you like you’re a goddess in the flesh.

She’s surprised she didn’t fall over with a nose bleed.

“I’ll….text you Ellie” you sigh out, and your words alone have Ellie grinning from ear to ear. She almost trips over her own feet as she walks backwards towards her car, causing you to giggle.

She quickly grabs onto the handle of the car, giving you a nod. “Yeah! Yes, um…I’ll answer!” She tries, smoothing down her t shirt to try and come off as cool as possible. You smile softly as you nod, giving the girl a small wave.

It’s all bitter sweet, the smiles on both your face and hers, the way you’re leaning against your door watching her get into her cat and leave, the dreamy look in your eyes as you watch as her car pulls out of your drive way. It all feels too much like a dream, like things had never changed, and everything you had ever wanted was all yours.

But it isn’t, Ellie isn’t yours and you aren’t hers. That was the decision you made, and you were sticking to it.

You huff loudly as you tug yet another dress of your body a bit too roughly.

Nothing looked right, everything looked wrong, and you had to be at Joel’s house within the next hour for the party he was throwing for Ellie.

It had been about a week since the entire situation with Ellie had happened, and as hollow as it made your heart feel, things between the two of you had been surprisingly good. You and her texted often, keeping things as friendly as possible. Apart from the numerous times Ellie tried flirting with you. You’d even gone as far as meeting with her and Joel for dinner sometime within the week. During which, Joel had mentioned that he was throwing a welcome home party for Ellie, and he expected you to be there.

And before you knew it, Friday was upon you. Your hair and makeup was already done, yet you had no idea what the hell to put on. You huffed loudly in annoyance as you threw a denim skirt across your room, stepping forward to rummage through your closet once again before the sound of your phone buzzing caught your attention.

You raised your eyebrows as you turned around, looking at your phone on its spot upon your bed. You roll your eyes playfully as you step forward a bit and realize it’s Ellie.

Ellie: do u know what ur gonna wear?

You sigh softly as you look at your mess of a closet for a brief moment before you begin typing away at your phone.

You: not a clue. U?

Ellie: birthday suit. Wanna twin?

You: do u want me to block u?

Ellie: jeez relax

Ellie: was just a suggestion 🙄

Ellie: srsly tho, u comin soon?

You: soon as I figure out what to wear

Ellie: hurry up. People are already here and I need someone to talk shit with

You: yes ur majesty

Ellie: oh I like that

You: I’ll send these messages to ur dad

Ellie: are u telling on me?

You: bye Ellie

Ellie: byeeeeeee

And that’s what your relationship consisted of. Witty back and forth texts with the occasional flirting that you’d have to shut down every once in a while. It felt…simple, easy, like there was no complicated history between the two of you and you could just be friends who would talk shit sometimes.

It made it feel easier to be around her.

You let out a soft sigh before you turn towards your closet once again, tossing your phone onto your bed and tackling the issue at hand that was finding an outfit for Ellie’s party.

About twenty minutes more of rummaging through your closet, you settle on a black lace table top, one that falls a bit frilly towards the end, a pair of blue jeans, and black sandals. You sigh softly as you look into the mirror, giving your hair a few more shakes and cleaning up any access lip liner around your lips before you grab your purse and make your way over to Joel and Ellie’s house.

When you get to Joel’s house, you aren’t sure you’d ever seen so many cars lined up against the curb.

Ellie had always been a town favorite, and it’s no shocker that everyone would wanna get in on the action of seeing her now that she was back.

You inhale deeply as you stare up at the house, for a moment a feeling of uncertainty washing over you. Regardless of the fact that you and Ellie were on speaking terms, it was still hard to shake the uneasy feeling that came with being around her. It made your heart rate quicken, made your palms sweaty, your hands shaky. It was an overwhelming full body experience that no matter how much you tried to shake, you couldn’t.

But, you promised you’d be there. You let out a soft sigh before you wiped your palms against the rough denim of your jeans, shaking away your nervous before you walked up the steps to the house, and let yourself inside.

You can’t remember the last time Joel’s house was so lively. Anytime within the last few months that you’d been there had been quiet, and it was only ever the two of you. Joel preferred it that way, keeping things quiet and more intimate. He just for some reason had a thing with home coming parties

As soon as you’re in the house, various familiar faces are coming towards you and greeting you with smiling faces. You smile softly as you embrace a few of them, allowing them to calm your nerves for a brief moment before you have to see Ellie.

But before those thoughts can even begin to disperse in your mind, Ellie is cutting the conversation she was having short, because her eye had been on the front door the entire night, waiting for the moment that the person behind it would be you.

It almost makes her angry, because you never fail to take her breath away. You’re supposed to be her friend and she’s gawking at you from the moment you set foot in her house. She licks her lips, eyes raking down your form as she brings the red solo cup to her lips, her other arm reaching out and circling your waist to pull you into a hug.

You take your bottom lip between your teeth as she pushes you flush against her body. She’s not drunk, but she’s certainly warmed up enough to grab you as she pleases. You can’t help but giggle softly as she holds you before you press your hands to her chest, pushing her away from your body. “Already broken into dads liquor cabinet I see?” You tease her.

She rolls her eyes playfully before she looks down into her cup before taking another sip. “Had no choice, he spent way too much fuckin money on whiskey for me…said he wanted the good stuff” she groans out. You smile softly as you nod, looking down into the cup with her before your eyes scan the room for the man in question.

“Where is he anyways? I wanna say hello” you breath out, your voice slightly raised as you lean into her a bit so that she’s able to hear you over the chatter of party goers conversations and the low music playing in the background.

Her eyes drift down towards your face as you look around for her father, licking her own lips as she takes in your pretty features for a moment before she looks up with you, catching sight of her dad across the room chatting up some work friends. “Probably talking about building decks and the game coming up…boring stuff…meaning you’d much rather hang with me” she mumbles out nonchalantly. You roll your eyes as you give her a nudge, your palm pressing against her chest.

She smirks softly as she watches you. You’d both fallen into such a comfortable relationship, regardless of the fact that her heart yearned for you whenever you were near, and every time other than that. She was at least grateful for the way you were around her now.

“You have an entire house of people here to see you, and talk to you…I won’t hog” you nod to yourself, and it makes her want to whine.

She’d trade every single person in that room for you, any fucking day.

“You’ll catch up later though, yeah?” She questions, her big eyes looking down into yours and practically begging for the reassurance that she so desperately needed. That had become a common thing for her, constantly asking you for reassurance that you’d text her or that you’d come back around to see her later on.

You know why she does it, she’s scared you’ll leave her. She’s scared you won’t keep your promise of sticking around and you’ll realize that this isn’t right, and she doesn’t even deserve you as a friend.

She’s scared you’ll do to her what she did to you.

But you always reassure her. You always give her that little act of devotion that she doesn’t deserve, yet you always feel the need to give her. You smile softly as you look up at her, giving her arm a gentle squeeze. “I’ll come and find you” you promise, and you can physically see relief wash over her. She smiles softly with you as she nods, mumbling a soft ‘okay’ before you set out to go find Joel.

Joel’s face lights up the exact same way Ellie’s does when he spots you, excusing himself from the conversation with his friends as he pulls you into a big bear hug. “There’s my girl…was starting’ to think you weren’t comin’ kid” he breaths out, and you can practically hear the smile on his face as he holds you close.

You giggle softly as you hug him back before you nod. “M’sorry, Joel…the walk is pretty long” you admit, leaving out the part where you ruined your entire bedroom searching for an outfit that was good enough.

Your words make him groan. “I told you kid, I could’ve came and picked you up. Don’t like you walkin’ home so late at night” he sighs out. You giggle softly, the prominent frown on his brow making it clear how annoyed he was with you doing that. “This town is harmless Joel. Plus, you’re celebrating with Ellie, I knew you’d wanna have a drink or two…I’ll be fine” you reassure him, giving his arm a playful punch.

He sighed softly, nodding slowly. “If you say so…but if you change your mind I’m sure one of my buddies wouldn’t mine taking you home” he promises, and you give him a nod paired with a soft smile. “I’ll keep that in mind Joel..” you smile up at him before you turn your attention to the party, smiling softly at what Joel had managed to put together.

“The place looks great by the way…you sure know how to throw a party old man” you praise him, causing his eyes to crinkle towards the edges as he smiles proudly. He nods in agreement as he brings his cup to his lips. “Looks good, right? Ellie said it was too much but…with her first time back and all..wanted to make it a good one” he breaths out before he looks down at you.

“M’really happy you made it kid. You don’t know how much it means to her” his voice drops a bit as he looks down at you, and you look up at him. His eyes are filled with genuine gratitude, the ones he looked at you with every time he saw you and Ellie together when you were younger. It was as if he was thanking you for loving his daughter, despite everything that had happened.

You smile softly up at him before you nod, looking down as you toy with the rings on your fingers. It all felt like too much, like you were given credit for something you didn’t deserve. You inhaled deeply before you nodded your head towards the kitchen. “M’gonna get something to drink…I’ll be around” you promise him, and he smiles softly as he nods, giving your back a soft, gentle rub before he goes back to his friends.

And those are the two longest conversations you have for the night. You decide to lay low, babysitting the drink that you’d made for yourself which consisted of whatever soda you could and the cheapest liquor that Joel had, because you didn’t want to use io the expensive stuff he’d bought for Ellie.

You float around from the living room, to the front porch, and the kitchen, choosing not to stay in one place for too long at one time. You have gentle smiles and small waves to people you knew from town, the drink in your hand giving you the warmth to not feel embarrassed when fleeing the conversation too quickly.

You do it, because you know that no matter what, you and Ellie would gravitate towards one another within the night. It was inevitable, because you were both drinking and if her eyes weren’t on you, yours were on her, and you had to make it a point to not make your way around her at all.

Because you knew it wouldn’t end well.

About an hour or two into the party, you’re leaned up against the island in Joel’s kitchen. You were working on your second drink, quietly sipping away at with your chin leaned into your palm, humming softly to the music that was playing.

Joel had made his way towards you within the night, checking in on you and making sure you were okay and had whatever you needed or wanted.

He leans up against the counter with you, his forearms resting against the wooden top as he leans into you a bit. “Why do I keep findin’ you hidin’ in a corner? You’re not havin’ fun?” He’s only half teasing you. The other half of his question is genuine, and you can’t help but feel bad that he’s worried about you, and why you’re not socializing.

You smile softly as you shake your head, bringing your red cup to your lips and taking another sip before you speak. “I’ve never been a social butterfly…you know that” you hum softly, and it’s true. You’ve never been one to party too hard or speak too much. Sure, you had your fair share of it all in college, but it was all done with the gentle shove of your friends behind you. You were an introvert through and through, who simply had a few extrovert tendencies whenever it counted.

But that was only half the truth.

The rest of it, was that you were in deed hiding from something, two somethings actually.

You didn’t mean to see it, or even catch it, although saying it that way made it sound like she was doing something wrong or something she shouldn’t have been, which was far from the truth. Joel had really gone as far as extending an invitation to anyone he saw in town, and urged them to spread the word to whoever they wanted. In that, came various familiar faces that you hadn’t seen in a very long time.

Amongst those faces, was a girl named Jade.

Jade became a prominent name during your high school years. Before you and Ellie began dating, it was no secret that the girl had been crushing on Ellie for quite some time. Ellie told you she noticed it all during the third grade, said that Jade would pass her notes or ask her to be her valentine, but she never truly paid it any mind, because she didn’t see Jade that way.

And when you started dating, the flirty eyes never really stopped. You’d always catch Jade ogling Ellie, whispering things to her friends when you’d walk past, laughing loudly to make sure you knew they were talking about you. You knew it wasn’t anything against you, it was for the simple fact that Jade wanted something that you had. In fact, when you’d return to town, Jade had even made it a point to pull you aside and apologize to you one day when you were running errands in town. You could tell she was genuine, and that it was all petty little high school games, and you considered her to be somewhat of a friend in your new life there.

And you never once accused Ellie of wanting Jade, because you always felt secure with her. Despite everything that Ellie had put you through, you’d never label her a cheater.

But seeing them both on the couch, Jade whispering something into Ellie’s ear, Ellie’s arm draped across the couch behind Jade, the two of them looking far too much like a couple for comfort. It put a dull, burning feeling inside your stomach. It made your heartbeat loud inside of your head and it felt like all the blood was rushing to your head. It was too much, and you couldn’t be around to watch.

But you’d never tell Joel that.

He somehow already knows that it’s what’s on your mind, because he’s leaning into you and his voice is dropping lower in volume so that no one but you will hear. “She’s just bein’ polite, you know…doesn’t mean anything…” he’s trying to reassure you, as if it would ease the blow.

You sigh softly, shaking your head as you bring your cup up to your lips, taking a sip of the flattening soda and the bitter alcohol, the flavor making you wince a bit. “Doesn’t matter if she’s being polite, or if she likes her…it’s none of my business…I’m just here because you asked me to be” you mumble out as you swirl the drink in the cup, staring down into it as you have a half shrug.

Joel sighed sadly as he watched you. Regardless of the fact that he knew Ellie was wrong for what she did, he knew his daughter, and he knew that she was just being young and reckless when she did what she did. He’d always been rooting for the two of you, secretly hoping that some how, some day, you’d find it in your heart to forgive his daughter, and give her the privilege of loving you.

His eyes drifted over towards Ellie for a moment, watching as the girl leaned in and whispered something in her ear, her hand resting on Ellie’s thigh. It was enough to make him roll his eyes, which prompted you to giggle softly. Alcohol always brought out the sassy side of the man.

“Im tellin’ you kid, if you went over there right now, you’d have her full attention” His words make you laugh dryly, shaking your head as you down the rest of your drink, tilting your head back to get all of it into your mouth before you toss it into the nearby trash.

“Maybe. But I’m not gonna stick around to test that theory” you breath out, your words slow and soft from the affects of the liquor in your system. Joel raises his eyebrows as he watches you, frowning softly.

“Leavin’ already? You sure about that?” He tries, his attempt at trying to get you to stay not so casual. You hum softly as you nod, leaning against the opposite side of the counter as you looked over at Joel with heavy eyes.

“I wanna get out of here while I can still walk…plus I don’t wanna keep you from your friends” you nodded towards the various people that Joel had left throughout the night to check on you. It made you feel bad, because he truly was the only person you felt okay with speaking to throughout the night, and the guilt you felt knowing you were pulling him away from his guests was something you could’ve easily gone without.

He sighed softly as he shook his head. “You know I’d rather spend time with you kid, don’t mind them” you’re already waving your hand lazily as you practically shoo him away, giving him a soft smile as you shake your head. “It’s way past my bed time anyways Joel….I’ll see you next week” you reassure him, and he knows there’s no convincing you.

He sighs gently before he gives you a soft nod, telling you to get home safe to which you assure him you will.

On your way towards the door, various people are calling after you. Telling you that it’s far too early for you to check out, you’re even sure a few hands grab your own, trying to tug you back. You simply give a soft giggle as you wave them off, telling them you have work to do at home.

It isn’t until a strong hand wraps around your waist when your hand is on the door, that you completely stop.

There’s no question on who it is, the feeling of Ellie’s hands having been burned into your brain from the last time she was with you. You can’t help but whine softly in annoyance, because you know that’s it’s her, and you know that there’s no reason for her to have gotten up from where she was sitting to stop you.

She’s the entire reason you’re leaving anyways.

Ellie’s tugging at your waist to turn you around, needing to see your face. The whine you let out makes her sigh softly. Once she’s gotten you to turn around, you’re rolling your eyes at her.

“What is it now, Ellie?” You sigh out tiredly, and it makes the girl frown. You sound like you’re over it, and tired of her, and like the only thing you truly want to do in that moment is go home.

“You’re leaving already? I thought…you said you’d come and find me later” she mumbles, her voice desperate and confused. You raise your eyebrows in disbelief as you watch her before you inhale deeply, giving her a half shrug. “I’m just tired, Ellie…it’s best if I go home now” you nod, trying to turn around and end the conversation short. You truly did not have the energy to deal with any of it, your emotions, the jealousy you felt, her.

She frowns further as you try to leave, her hand grabbing your wrist and stopping you from leaving before she speaks up again. “Is it..are you leaving because of Jade? Because her and I weren’t doing anything I swear-“ you let out a soft giggle, but it doesn’t sound friendly or even happy. You’re quite literally over it.

“Why are you explaining yourself to me? I’m nothing to you, Ellie. You can be with whoever you want, it has nothing to do with me” you breath out, and the words you’re saying are breaking Ellie’s heart.

She thought she had it all planned out. She wanted to just…make you a little jealous, get your attention in the slightest bit. She was running out of options, and doing some harmless flirting seemed to be the way she’d get you to her. She wanted you to stomp over to her and Jade on the couch, and demand that she come upstairs with you.

But when she simply saw your shoulders deflate from the kitchen, and you made your way to her front door, she knew she’d made a mistake.

It was starting to feel like that’s all she could do, make mistakes. Every thing she did, or said was always the wrong thing. The worst possible option for her to make was the one she always followed through with.

And she hated herself for it.

And she couldn’t even say anything to you. She just stared down at you as you waited for her to say something. You let out a tired sigh before you grab her hand gently, prying it away from her wrist. “Have fun with her…you deserve it” you sigh out, giving her a sad smile before you turn around once again to leave.

But this time, Ellie doesn’t stop you.

Because she isn’t sure how to reverse what she’s done. Nothing has gone the way she’s wanted it to, and what she thought would bring you two closer together has merely driven a wedge between you instead. She frowned as she watched you open the front door to her house.

Before you leave, you give her a small wave, and she can see in your eyes how much this has all taken out of you, how much life she had sucked out of you and left you dry. Despite all that she’d done, you still had it in your to leave with a sweet smile and a wave.

It was like she couldn’t do anything right, and seeing you leave and walk out of her home once again was breaking her heart.

She was letting you walk out again, and she felt utterly hopeless.

As she watched you leave, she promised herself that she would do everything in her power to make things right, to do right by you and be the girl that you deserved.

She was going to fight for you, no matter what.

[addsalwayssick]

Day 26- Amortentia word count: 489- @wolfstarmicrofic

“You’re supposed to chop the hippogriff toe! Not mince it!” James told Sirius.

“Is it not the same?” Sirius exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

“No!” Lily snapped from beside them. She pushed both of them out of the way, and fixed their potion.

Once the bubbling had gone down, and it started to smell a bit enticing, Sirius knew they were close. “Thanks, mate.” Sirius nodded at Lily.

Lily smiled, continuing to work alone. She was waiting for Remus.

“So what’s next?” Sirius asked James.

James looked in his potions book, adjusting his glasses. “I guess it’s just cloves, then it should smell like our one true love.” James said, sprinkling in the cloves.

Sirius sniffed as a smell started coming up. “Is that chocolate? And it smells like-“

“God, Sirius. Did you drown this place in your cologne?” Remus said, walking into the potions room. Remus had a rough moon, so he had to stay the night in the wing. Madame Pomfrey had let him sleep.

Sirius felt defensive. “No! I didn’t even have time to put on- Holy crap.”

“Holy crap.” James echoed. Lily, from the next table over, banged her head on the table.

The class went silent before settling into a quiet chatter. Remus walked up next to Lily, setting his bag down.

“What do you smell?” Whispered James. Sirius still shocked, grinned.

“It smells like chocolate and Moony’s shampoo.” Sirius said. “Does this mean he likes me back?” Sirius asked, excitedly.

“I think it does, Paddington.”

Sirius smiled softly.

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“What are we making?” Remus asked Lily, looking into the cauldron.

Lily looked positively exasperated. “Do you want to know after the fuss you made about it smelling like Sirius?”

Remus furrowed his eyebrows. “Yes?”

“I’ll give you a hint. It smells like Mary for me.” Lily said, glancing over to where Mary and Marlene were arguing over who gets to dump in the rose petals.

Remus thought for a moment. “But you like- No. You’re taking the piss. Stop it.”

Lily grimaced. “Sorry, mate. You’re out of luck.”

Remus groaned, glancing over at Sirius. Sirius was whispering with James, and he knew that Sirius probably hated him by now.

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“Should I ask him out?” Sirius asked grinning. From a little bit over, he heard Remus groan. “Oh my god. Does he even like me? What if he likes you? You sometimes use my cologne!”

James rolls his eyes and turns Sirius to face Remus. “Rem!” He says.

Remus look over at them, face pulled tight.

“Go on, ask.” James tell Sirius.

Sirius goes red before squeaking out, “Will you go to Hogsmeade with me?”

Lily and Remus look at each other, before Remus smiles a bit and says “Yeah, sure.”

James runs over to Lily, giving her a high-five, before returning back to his cauldron. While Remus and Sirius giggle to each other, he sniffs it. Broom polish. Huh.

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Look, i know that the 26th was yesterday, but i really was excited to do this one. i even set a countdown 😭

but in my defense, i was delirious yesterday because of how sick i was. But! you get two oneshots today! one for amortentia and one for james bday!! be excited. anyways love you mwah

[jymwahuwu]

♡. You can ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable! (Fem! Reader)

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I'm thinking about Yan! JingYuan x Magical girl! Reader lately...

You and JingYuan are friends, And he's the only person who knows your true identity as a magical girl! You often come to him because JingYuan often gives you your favorite food as a token of his gratitude for helping maintain the security of Xianzhou.

But all that changed when he confessed his love to you :( A magical girl cannot date

Even though he was really hurt, he still loves you and still showering you gifts :(

One day, he gave you a glass of hot tea, After you drink it, your eyes become heavy and... You passed out. That night, you wake up and find yourself tied up shibari style, And in front of you is JingYuan...

"Are you awake? You're in...ah I'd better not tell ^^, Anyway, I plan to keep you here"

So yeah then he fucked you ^_^ You couldn't do anything because your magic wand was in his hand, and...he was bigger and stronger than you

"ah, even without magic wand you're just an ordinary girl, but that's okay...you're still adorable ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა"

Then...You know the magical girl's magic wand, right? Yes...he also...put that into you for anal stimulation ^^

IM SORRY IF ITS WEIRDDDDDD

love your writings btw, mwwwah♡♡

thank you so much! mwah ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡

CW: yandere, non-con, sleeping pills, kidnapping, magical girl! reader, anal stimulation

Magical girls…and anal stimulation…I laughed. This is interesting😹okay, this may happen in a modern AU, or who knows, there are so many civilizations in the universe, and there are magical girls on your planet🤷‍♀️This is normal.

It's really sweet to be friends with Jing Yuan. Maybe when you were discovered by Jing Yuan, you asked him to keep this secret, and then you started a friendship. He treats you like one of those standard male protagonists of shojo manga - romantic, considerate, and sweet. You don’t need to wear a mask in front of him because Jing Yuan already knows your secret!! Your second identity!!

But the confession stopped that. You found candles arranged in the shape of hearts and a cake, and your heart sank. Jing Yuan confessed to you, but magical girls cannot fall in love! Jing Yuan obviously did not expect to be rejected. He looked at you like a big cat soaked in rain, and after a few minutes he forced a smile. It's okay. At least share this cake together? He still gives you gifts like a considerate friend >_<

Jing Yuan has already started planning. He put the medicine in your tea, knowing you would drink it. At the last second before falling asleep, you caught a glimpse of the general's smile. And shibari style😹😼He won’t necessarily tie you up. Maybe Jing Yuan can add an electronic collar to you with a tracking function. But if you are tied up, the general will slowly do it himself. Put the rope around your chest and private parts, protrude your body part, and rub his cock between your legs. No penetration, just friction. Still need to wait for you to get up and have sex and make out for the first time because the general is really romantic at heart u_u (💀✋💔)

It's shocking to wake up and find yourself tied up, right? And Jing Yuan told you to stay with him!? Jing Yuan really likes you wearing the soft fluffy uniform skirt and high stockings, and your hairstyle, but it doesn't matter if you don't have it, you are still cute. He gave you a long kiss, stirring your wetness with his tongue, and lifted up your skirt and panties. You acted like you were inexperienced - not used to being kissed, you were sobbing in panic, and he noticed it all. His cock twitched in his crotch. Pull one of your legs up to expose your folds and clitoris. The round and thick tip was soaked with some of your transparent liquid before it was thrust into the tight and unskilled inner wall. Your moans are cute, like kitten meows.

Jing Yuan thought of those magical girl animations and wanted to know if you had a way to repel him now - did you use friendship, love and memories to repel the enemy before? He was teasing this in his heart, but did not say it out loud.

And before you wake up, Jing Yuan searches your clothes for any magical girl objects. If there were those shiny and gorgeous music boxes or mirrors, and ordered the assistant to lock them in the deepest part of the interstellar bank's vault. The security system and escorts there are the best. And your magic wand, Jing Yuan once considered breaking this, but thought of a better use ^_^

After filling you up, Jing Yuan took out your magic wand, and your tired eyes suddenly lit up - as long as you retrieve the magic wand, you have the ability to escape from here! However, his thumb on your butt circle, caress, massage, apply lubricant, and insert some with his fingertips. With tears in your eyes, you didn't dare think about that possibility, you could only ask. "Jing Yuan…what are you going to do…" The magic wand has gradually penetrated and stretched your ass, inserting into it. The magic even trembles unconsciously, stimulating your senses. He muttered in your ear to stop thinking about being a dumb magical girl.

Just like this, lose all your purity and ability to resist him <3

[riotlain]

TWD Physical Affection Hcs

Bc im bored in class again🫶🫶

Hugging, PDA, kissing, and some cuddling hcs

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

Rick Grimes

Hugs tightly

When its a long hug he tend to rock back and forth

Kisses your head in hugs when he leaves to go out on a run or something

Hugs from behind when youre doin something

Rubs circles on your waist with his thumb when yall cuddling

Aight with PDA like he aint gonna overdo it but he'll definitely hug you in public

Cuddling is usually him on his back and you having your head on his chest

Radiates warmth. Like constantly

Non sexual neck kisses kinda guy

Daryl Dixon

Was really really awkward at first with hugs

Youre his first real relationship so like???

When he gets around to it tho he fuckin CLINGS

Like its a bit tight but not too tight yknow

Hugs you when he leaves for a run or hunts and hugs tightly when hes back

Daryl prefers to not do pda tho

The most huggin he'll do in public is like awkward side hugs yknow??

Daryl likes to face you when yall cuddling but usually you end up with either him as the big spoon or your face in his chest

Soft kisses. Mwah mwah

Forehead kisses like alot alot

Carl Grimes

Also radiates warmth

His hugs are pretty loose unless hes been away for a while

He rests his head on your shoulder alot

Also has the habit of rocking while hugging for a while

Carl doesnt show affection in public that much

He holds your hand and gives you quick kisses

Loves kissing you like hes down for any kind of kiss

Forehead kisses, hand kisses, cheek kisses

Bro is literally an attention whore /j

Kisses you after fights

Cuddling starts with you in his chest or him in yours. But he moves around in his sleep quite a bit

Usually ending with him on top of you

Glenn Rhee

Lovely hugs chefs kiss

Strokes your hair when yall hug

I feel like his hands are like very warm but the rest of him changes constantly

Kisses you every morning and every night

Likes to be little spoon but you didnt hear that from me

Usually puts his face in your chest when yall cuddling

Aight with PDA but gets if you aint

Usually holds hands with you

Another non sexual neck kisses guy

Paul (Jesus) Rovia

Aint against pda.

Aka he usually holds your hand or hand an arm around you waist

He moves alot in his sleep so cuddling will start with yall spooning or facing each other

Then in the morning you guys are spread out on the bed

Enjoys any kind of kiss

When hes gone for long (or nearly fucking dies) on a run he gives mighty tight hugs

Swings you around in hugs when hes particularly happy

Negan Smith

Tight hugs tight hugs tight hugs

Kisses roughly usually

Its just how he is hes a rough man

Will be alot softer though if its been a long day

Hes a big spoon sorry

Rocks you in tight hugs

Will also swing you around

Kisses you anywhere and in anyway

Doesnt matter

Neck kisses neck kisses

Rubs circles on your waist when cuddlin

Simon

Another rough kisser

Likes to kiss you randomly to surprise you

Always has his hands on you in public

He puts his hand in your back pocket or around your waist

Non sexual (and probably sexual) neck kisses

Kisses your hand as a joke

Warm. Like a furnace

He likes to lay on top of you

Always feelin you up when yall cuddling like man💀💀

Owen (Wolf)

Doesnt care where

Hugs real tightly (possessive mf)

Cuddles are usually him being a big spoon

Hugs from behind alot

Either hardly any pda or hes all over you

Depends on his mood

Warm hands like immensely warm

Likes to hold your hand but would never admit it

Kisses are actually pretty gentle

Unless yall are making out then🧍‍♂️

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lake house

a/n: HELLO SWEETIES!!!!! welcome to my first 2024 fic n series! i started it off with ryan cause if you know me, you know he was everything to me for the 4 months we had him. also, HUGE SHOUTOUT to @shoot-the-puck for in a way co-writing this and the others with me i love you so much scoob thank you for being my asylum roomie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anyways, enjoy and dont forget to tune in to the other drops <3 mwah!

pairing: ryan o’reilly x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT, its giving soft sex (unprotected), lowkey body worship, lowkey exhibitionism, childhood friends to lovers, use of “snook” and ryan being such husband material. gawdamn.

word count: 1.9k

taglist: @11livpangburn , @domi-max , @boqvistsbabe , @sweetiet , @p1tstop , @occasionallyaurora , @laurenairay, @fallinallincurls

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the drive to the lake house was as calming as ever. although it was a couple hours, it was a trip you knew all too well. one you were dying to take every june the minute the last bell rang for summer break.

sometimes it was just you, your parents and your brother. most times, it was you and the o’reilly family. a lot of kids shared between two vans, snacking on chips and freezies from the coolers at the back of the cars.

the tradition never stopped when the lot grew older. you escaped to the house every time your winter term ended, then after your internship finished, and then when you could use up all your saved vacation time from your new job. ryan always followed when his nhl duties came to an end. both respective families coming in to stay in between.

that being said, this was the first time you drove to the lake house with ryan in the driver's seat and with you in the passenger's seat. it was the first summer since he came back home to toronto. but more so, to you. officially.

he was sick of waiting until your usual shared break, and you were very much sick of coming home to a cold bed.

before any headline could find you, ryan called you that night. and it was as if the 100 ton weight was being lifted off of your desperate shoulders. because it was. after ten years of long and needy facetimes, one-night lustful visits, and the best stanley cup celebration you two could possibly have imagined, you were going to have him, at your full disposal, “whenever you fucking want” as ryan had told you.

ryan put the car in park and you couldn’t help but smile about the fact that this would be the first time you’d be stepping into that house, as a proud pair. the “finally” ’s already shed by your parents who were following in behind the two of you.

—

the first night was spent with take out, laughs, pjs and movies and it always makes you grateful for growing up with a group with such a tight knit bond. your heart was full when you heard inside jokes from circa. 2006 running through the house — which are still ever so applicable, presently.

the next day, you didn’t wake until you heard the cars drive off in the late afternoon. it had been a while since you had the time to sleep in, so it seemed your body pranced at the chance. after heading to the bathroom, you couldn’t find ryan in the rooms or common areas. he always made sure you get as much sleep as you need, not only because he knows how grumpy you get if you don’t, but also because he always wants the best for you.

as you made your way to the kitchen, you looked out the windows casing the large lake. you saw the large figure of the man sitting at the edge of the dock and didn’t do anything else but make the walk over to him.

you sat beside him as he turned to face you with a toothless smile. you smiled at it, you always told him he looked cute like that, and he started listening to you. “sleep good, sweetheart?” he asks as he looks down to cut the leaf caps off the pack of strawberries between his legs. “wonderful” you emphasised before you reached for the strawberry he handed you. “i’m glad. you deserve it.”

you took a bite out of the soft strawberry, the juices from the flesh spilling into your mouth. you couldn’t help but let out a little innocent moan. the first time you tried these, they were immediately the best strawberries you have ever had in your entire life. and they just so happen to be locally farmed near the lakehouse.

ryan giggled, “had to stop by the market and buy you a few packs during my run. wouldn’t be a lake house summer without these guys right here.”

“this is why i love you. thank you.”

he only responded by handing you the bigger piece between the two in his hand. you put your head on his shoulder as you two looked out in front of you. the sun was bright but not exhausting, as the wind from the water dismissed the heat.

“the folks went to gather some things for this week's meal plan.”

you hummed a response. but it got you thinking. and so you didn't waste time.

you turned yourself around in order to lay your upper body on ryan’s lap. he placed the knife and strawberries safely aside as he smiled. you gave him a small smile before shutting your eyes for a bit.

you reached for ryan’s hands from his sides. you played with his big and thick fingers for a bit, before taking his hand and placing it on top of your shirt. then you moved his hand under the hem. as you began to move it further up, the material of your shirt wrinkled with your movements and began to expose your skin.

ryan kept his hand in your grip and his eyes firm on you. you kept moving it up, reaching the curves of your boobs. “take it off” you mumbled as he obliged. taking off the tshirt and throwing it on top of the other items he had set aside.

you didn't reach for his hands again. he knows what to do. he always knows, ever since your first kiss.

the sun shined on your supple flesh. his calloused hands moved back to your curves. pushing down your pants a tad, in order to squeeze your love handles. later, his fingers lightly trace up the soft line marks found upon your hips, and the ones on the sides of your breasts.

your cheeks begin to mimic the berry blush as you open your eyes to look at ryan. you loved how comfortable you are to be vulnerable around him. you always felt adored, and safe.

he pulled you up swiftly, allowing your legs to straddle him. your arms naturally wrap around his broad shoulders. you look into his gentle eyes, “i love you, snook.” you lean in for a tender kiss but his hands push your body tight into his. “i love you more, sweetness.” his lips finally meet yours and he envelopes you perfectly. “always have. always will.” he whispers.

his lips meet your cheek as he leaves wet kisses on your jaw and neck. you let soft moans escape your parted lips, your body melting into his figure. ryan often joked that his body was made for you specifically, with the way you fit against him so perfectly.

“gorgeous.” he whispers into your ear as his beard scrapes against you. you bite your lip at his words. one he's been telling you since you grew butterflies in your stomach every time you saw him. “want you snook” you plead, your pussy twitching as his hands squeeze your bust. you grind down on him, and he huffs outs. “just had you yesterday morning, honey.”

“dont play with me, ry. you know i always need you.”

he hums in response. “thats true. i can never say no to my girl.”

he lifts you once again, getting to lay you down on the thin throw ryan had brought out with him. your eyes close again as the sun hits your face, but you feel kisses pressed all over your skin. ryan’s lips trace from your lips to your cheeks down along your jaw, and onto your neck once more. he sheds a few soft nips while he makes sure your panties and shorts are discarded.

its not long before he nips on your nipples, noises escaping your exposed body. your fingers pull down his own shorts and you feel his cock against your skin.

two digits slip smoothly into your damp cunt as ryan cups your face. you bite up a cry. but before you know it, he’s lined up at your entrance and you're pleading for him to move.

you let out a lewd moan as he pushes in. ryan followed with a low groan and you clenched around him immediately, “that’s my sweet girl. so divine.” he says as he gives kisses on the edges of your collarbone.

his thrusts are a blend of slow, long and quick, hard movements. his hands held your hips as he didn't let his lips leave your body. his hair tickles your chin as he gives your breasts some love once again. you felt yourself reaching the goal closer and closer. the all too familiar feeling of your wet walls stretching around ryan’s thick length driving him crazy.

your effect on him was always so strong. right from when you both were young. the minute you got hurt, it broke ryan to see you cry. it was his dire mission to help clean you up or provide you with the necessary pick me up. oftentimes that was bringing you your favourite snack or sometimes a kiss on your cheek was all you needed. when you laughed, ryan laughed. and even when it seemed like ryan and your brother were picking on you, he always made sure to give you a hug later on. he would never hurt you. and he'd never let anyone hurt you. that was for sure.

you were pleased that there were laughs, screams and talk from the surrounding residents that can help drown out your shared sounds. at the same time you couldn't possibly care if they heard either. your mind was far too fuzzy.

“make me cum snook. make me cum all over your cock” you were desperate and needy, i think that was already established. ry smiled at your words, pulling your body up into him once again.

your arms were so tight around him, you stuck to his body like gum on a shoe. he pumped into you as you also began riding his length. the way your body swayed with your hips helped bring ryan even closer to his climax.

your head fell back as you felt the wave of pleasure overcome you. ryan continued your movements for you until your whines dyed down. once you both finished you kept yourself on his lap “don't move, ry. still need you there.” you mumbled.

“till they come back?”

“please.”

a smile appeared on both of your faces. droplets of sweat trickled down his chest and you crushed them with your finger as your head laid on his shoulder. his hands rubbed the sides of your body as his face was cuddled on top of your head. his nose tucked into your thick hair. your smell, your weight, your breathing and your warmth calmed him. his mind never wandered off. he was the most present, the most grounded with you, like this.

“why is it that every time we have sex you’re so quiet?” you asked ryan as you looked up at him. it was a thought you had often so you figured you’d ask. “sometimes you used to make me feel as if i did something wrong…” you said with a little titter.

it was a stupid idea to think about, you knew ryan loved you so much.

he scoffed, “no honey, you could never.” you smiled. “you just take the breath out of my lungs”

you both start laughing. “you’re a pro hockey player and i’m the one who can kill you? i’ll take it.”

ryan lets out a chuckle again. “all i know is words cannot express how i feel when i’m with you, but i want to experience it till my dying days.”

your heart warmed. you grab his face and eagerly kiss him. “and so you will.”

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RIRI. i SPECIFICALLY said no lyney angst. ever. for as long as your tumblr shall live. the little pookie wookie cutie sunshine munchkin muffin bear is in love with us returns our love do you understand😡 for legal reasons and so that i dont get judged hard by the people behind me on the train this is purely a joke. but you know WHAT ISNT A JOKE RIRI IT'S MY HEART SHATTERING. absolutely unbelievable. i demand compensation. fluff where lyney accepts confession. and an apology letter. 500 words. (hugs u)

i hate that i know EXACTLY who you are. what's with the hug did you burn the kitchen down again– anyway, here's my apology. love u!

last kiss

synopsis: if you go, can i go with you? if you leave me, can i leave me too?

genre: angst. no comfort.

characters: wanderer x gn! reader

warnings: established relationship, reader referred to in 2nd pov, written from wanderer's pov, mentions of wanderer’s birth name, reader gets amnesia, wanderer a little ooc maybe

a/n: i spent so long writing and re-writing this i will actually cry if people don't like this (no pressure though) mwah :3 likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!! it helps a lot :>

©2023 ryuryuryuyurboat. do not repost, translate, plagiarise, or modify in any way, shape or form.

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he remembers.

kunikuzushi remembers your first meeting, clear as day. the wonder in your irises as you reach out for his hand, the way you cupped his porcelain face in your hands, running your hands through his indigo locks. he remembers when he accidentally let his feelings slip, freezing up in fear of your reaction– he remembers your light laugh, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his forehead. 

the balladeer remembers your disappointed look when he comes home to tell you he’s made his decision. you turn and go straight into the kitchen without another word, and the weight of silence has never been so heavy. and yet, as you set the table for dinner, you ask when the ship for snezhnaya will leave. he remembers all too well how you stopped right before boarding the ship, turned back to glare at him, and say your decision to follow him still didn’t mean you agreed with his. and when he fell from the shouki no kami after failing to replace lesser lord kusanali as sumeru’s god, he remembers you rushing forward to try and catch him in your arms to soften the impact.

the wanderer remembers those 2am walks to puspa café, pinkie linked with yours, because you craved some hot food and didn’t want it home-cooked. he remembers those cold nights with you– the rain’s symphony muffled in the background as you move in closer to embrace him tighter under the shared covers, him reluctantly humming you back to sleep. 

he remembers that time you got abducted by fatui agents– any mere mortal would have gone insane from their cruel treatment, and yet, you became the one driving your abductors nuts. he found you with your back facing him as you wield your sword, your chest heaving as you take deep breaths. he remembers how he couldn’t help but let a tear slip as he runs forward to hold you tight, murmuring apologies into the crook of your neck, all the while wondering where you got that much strength from. and he remembers the way you turned around to embrace him, a rare fire in your eyes as you told him those words he wishes he could have imprinted on his skin: “i’m your heart after all, aren’t i? i can’t just go dying on you when you’re not ready to go!”

the wanderer still remembers that promise you once made at 1:58am in the morning, that sweet moment you both shared, the moon being the only witness to your soft declaration of love.

the wanderer remembers that fateful day he found you unconscious in a withering zone, your body bruised and battered— presumably from fighting enemies. he’s grumbling all the way home with you in his arms about how clumsy and bothersome you are, even as he gently cleans your face from the dirt. he refuses to leave your bedside for a single second in fear that you might awake all alone. but he was the one left all alone.

he hates it.

he hates that he remembers.

and you don’t.

he hates seeing that blank stare you give him as you tell him you have no idea what he’s harping on about. he hates that even after months and months of trying, even with lesser lord kusanali’s advice, you still remember nothing. he especially hates that apologetic smile you gave him as you tell him you don’t love him back. because you did. once. and you made a promise never to leave his side as long as your heart beat. once. 

but you don’t remember, do you?

your explanation that you don’t want to continue leading him on because you just don’t feel the same completely shatters him. he has no right to force you to stay, either. not after everything you did for him. but he’s always been selfish, hasn’t he? so he asks you. he asks you for one last kiss so he can keep you in his fond memories. your eyes soften as you mutter an “oh, kuni.” (he insisted you stick to the name that always hung on your lips.) he tries not to show any emotion as you pull him into a tight hug, pressing your lips to his forehead. he tries to smile as he waves you goodbye, because he wants your last memory of him to be a good one. and he tries damn hard not to cry as he slides down the now-closed door of the house you once shared, head in his hands, knowing you’ve forgotten everything as easily as you breathed.

you’re his fourth betrayal. he hates that he has to remember that for the rest of his sorry, miserable life.

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saved

matt murdock x original female character

chapter twenty

Summary: Fleeing from an abusive relationship, Grace St. James goes to the only place she still has a friend: Hell’s Kitchen. She’s forced to live in her car and beg for a job from the law firm Nelson, Murdock, and Page all the while making sure her past doesn’t catch up to her. Enter Matt Murdock: cocky, handsome, and willing to let her live with him for free until she can afford to get a place of her own. Grace is drawn to Matt in a way she’s never been drawn to anyone, causing sparks to fly as they inevitably grow closer and closer.

a/n: look I'm back! Yes it has been six months. No I don't have an excuse. Just an ADHD brain that lost all semblance of any hyperfixations I ever had, for no reason. Anyways, I have no clue when I'll continue this fic--I'm only posting now because I forgot I had this chapter already done oops! I'm sorry for the angst, I'll fix it...eventually. Mwah!

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Grace slowly looked up at Matt, fear and anger warring for space in her gut. “It’s Dean.”

“It’s Dean,” Grace said again, a familiar fear rising up in her. “I–have no idea how he got this number.”

Matt was in front of her in an instant. “Are you okay?” he asked softly. “Did he threaten you?” 

“No. Well, not really.” She read the texts out loud to Matt, whose expression darkened more and more with every word. 

“That’s–” Matt paused. His head tilted to the side, listening to something she couldn’t hear. 

“What is it?” she asked, remembering the men Dean had sent to break into the apartment. 

Matt cursed softly. “I need to go,” he said, expression torn. She could see him warring with himself. “I know I promised you this date–” 

“Matt, it’s okay,” she said. She meant it. She wasn’t really in the mood for sex anymore, anyways. “What’s going on?” 

He was already unlocking the closet where the Daredevil armor was. The key had apparently been hidden in the firehouse next to it this whole time. “A child abduction.” 

Every line of him was tense, alert. She knew he was still listening to whatever was happening in the city that she couldn’t hear. After a moment, she heard sirens going by, there and gone as the police sped through the streets. 

Grace cursed as Matt turned, yanking his date clothes off and the armor on. 

He paused as he zipped up the back. “I–” 

“It’s okay,” she repeated. “This is important. Go.” 

He kissed her quickly before pulling his boots on. “I really am sorry.” 

“I’m not. Get that kid home safe.” She meant it, too. The thought of a child out there somewhere scared to death–not to mention the parents–made her stomach clench painfully. 

Matt kissed her again. This time he lingered, albeit briefly. “I’ll be back, I promise.” 

“Be careful,” she said as he strode up the stairs to the roof door. He paused at the top. Then, without another word, he slipped on the devil mask and disappeared into the night. 

–

The bed dipping woke Grace from a light sleep hours later. 

“Matt?” she whispered groggily, unsure why she’d woken. Usually she slept through everything. Maybe she’d only just drifted off, though. It felt like it, her eyes crusted with sleep, her entire body heavy. 

“Shh, go back to sleep,” he murmured as he burrowed under the covers. She fumbled for her phone and squinted at the time. It was almost four in the morning. 

“Did you find the kid?” Her hands sought him in the darkness. It was so late that even the neon sign that usually brightened the apartment had been turned off. Matt’s skin was cool to the touch. She wondered how warm his armor was. Did it keep him warm enough? Was it insulated? Did he have different ones for summer or winter? 

“Yeah, we got her.” His voice was tight, low. With pain? Emotion? 

“Alive?” Matt’s lips brushed the top of her head, the word breathed into the scant space between them. 

“Yeah. She’s home safe.” 

Grace relaxed and snuggled up against him. Matt flinched and grunted. She immediately sat up and fumbled for the lamp. 

“Are you hurt?” she asked, eyes squinting against the sudden brightness. Matt not-so-subtly pulled the silk sheets up over his bare chest. She reached over and yanked them away. He sighed but let her look. “You have stitches!” They were in a neat row along one side of his hip rib cage. 

“I’m fine, I promise,” he said. He gently tugged on her arm to get her to lay back down. 

“It looks like you were stabbed,” she said. Which was so much worse than the bruised ribs or bloodied mouth. She’d seen the scars all over his body–he had definitely been stabbed before. Several times. But something about knowing it had happened in the past and seeing the direct aftermath was completely different. 

For the first time, Grace was hit with the realization that what Matt did was dangerous. 

But he’d also gotten an abducted kid home safe. 

Those two opposing thoughts warred for her attention. 

“It’s fine,” Matt said again. His cold fingers gently rubbed the skin of her arm in soothing circles. “Go back to sleep.” 

She stared down at him for a moment, propped up on her elbow, before turning off the light again and snuggling carefully against his side. “Did you just get back?” she asked, the words punctuated by a yawn. 

“Yeah, I stitched myself up then showered.” His voice was slow, sleepy. 

She was impressed that he’d stitched himself, and so neatly, too. “I’m glad you’re okay,” she murmured into the dark. “And the little girl, too.” 

“Mm.” Matt shifted and his breathing deepened. He was asleep. 

Grace couldn’t see him in the darkness, only his outline, but she stared at him anyway. She was in awe of him. Of what he did. Of how strong he was, in so many ways. He protected the city literally twenty-four-seven. During the day as an attorney and at night as a vigilante. 

Her eyes slid closed. She searched within herself for any resentment that Matt’s nightly activities had shortened their promising evening. But all she found was a steady warmth when she thought of how he’d saved a little girl, even at the expense of getting laid by an eager girlfriend. She was scared, yes, since he had gotten hurt, but he was helping people despite it. 

Matt Murdock was way too good for her, she decided as she finally fell asleep again.

–

The next day dawned too early. She tried to convince Matt to sleep in with no luck. He had argued, very calmly, that he couldn’t go skipping work every time he had a crazy night as Daredevil. Then he’d argued that he’d slept great next to her, throwing in a charming smile that had melted away her reservations. 

“You’re too fucking charming,” she grumbled as they stepped into the office building. 

“Poor little blind man, remember?” Matt said with a laugh. Her heart warmed all over again at the sound. She loved seeing how carefree he was with her, even after a night chasing down a child that had been abducted. 

“That is the biggest bullshit,” she said, but she laughed too. 

Their good moods were very quickly dashed to pieces when they entered the office. 

Something came flying straight at Matt’s head. Grace ducked with a gasp. 

“You asshole!” Foggy shouted. 

Matt held a stapler in one hand, a curious frown on his face as he tilted his head first one way and then the next. “A stapler?” 

“My stapler!” Grace interjected, more concerned with that fact than why, exactly, Foggy had thrown it in the first place. Foggy put his hands on his hips where he stood menacingly in front of Grace’s desk. 

“Why am I an asshole, again?” Matt asked as he carefully sidestepped Foggy and somehow managed to place the stapler in the exact spot Grace always kept it. 

“You didn’t text me back, you dick. I thought you were in a dumpster somewhere, bleeding out! Again!” Foggy stomped a foot for good measure. “Last I hear, you’re off trying to rescue a kid and–” 

“Oh,” Grace said as it dawned on her. “Sorry, Foggy, I didn’t realize you knew about that or I would have texted you when Matt got back.” 

Foggy turned to face her and seemed to deflate. “See?” he said to Matt. “A reasonable response. I think I’ll text you from now on to make sure Mr. Horns here doesn’t get stabbed to death. Again.” 

“Probably a good idea,” Grace said with a shrug. Matt was staring at her almost dumbfounded. “I also am very curious to hear about these dying-in-a-dumpster and stabbed-to-death escapades.” She raised an eyebrow at Matt. 

“I like her, Matt,” Foggy said as he and Matt both stared at her. Or as much as Matt could stare, anyway. 

“Me too,” Matt agreed and Grace grinned. “And I’m sorry, Fog. I had to stitch a cut and passed out pretty much as soon as I got back.” 

Foggy humphed and crossed his arms. “I forgive you…I guess.” He slumped all of a sudden and rubbed his face. 

“I could hear you yelling from outside,” Karen said as she stepped into the office and gracefully shed her jacket. “Glad you’re okay, Matt.” 

Matt nodded at her and disappeared into his office. 

“I’m too tired for this shit,” Foggy muttered, but it was half hearted. 

“Me too, honestly,” Grace said. “And Matt got less sleep than all of us. And got stabbed, apparently.” 

“I wasn’t stabbed,” Matt called from his office. “It was just a cut.” 

“I think we all need some extra caffeine,” Karen said. Grace wondered how many times the other woman had carefully brokered peace between the two best friends. She remembered Matt telling her that Foggy hadn’t taken his Daredevil secret well, and wondered if there was still tension there. It definitely seemed like it, if the thrown stapler was any indication. 

Grace eyed Karen and grabbed her jacket and purse. 

“Then I’ll be back with caffeine And maybe some pastries.” 

“Grace St. James, you saint,” Foggy said with his hands pressed together as if in prayer. 

“I’ll be back soon,” she promised, crossing her heart for good measure. 

Outside, fall had settled fully over the city. Grace didn’t mind the chill. Everything seemed better these days, newer, fresher. Or maybe that was simply because she was…happy. 

Even though their date hadn’t ended like they had hoped and even with the restraining order stuff, Grace was happy. Things were good. 

And maybe there was a bit of a spring in her step as she thought about sitting on the edge of Matt’s desk and handing him a coffee in a short while. As she thought about the jokes Foggy would make as his form of thanks for the coffee. 

A car pulled up beside her and slowed. She quickened her pace so that the person exiting wouldn’t knock her with the door. All that did was put her in the path of a man in a suit, who collided with her head-on. 

She cursed softly and tried to step around him but the man grabbed the tops of her arms. 

The car next to her hadn’t stopped, not fully–it had pulled up, inching forward to follow her closely. 

Grace trusted her instincts, and at that moment they were screaming at her to run. 

She used one of the tricks from her self defense classes to get the man’s hands off of her and started to dart away, only for him to grab her around the waist before she made it so much as two steps. 

Her heart faltered even as her mind went into overdrive. She was only a block from the office, maybe two blocks at most. And if Matt was still inside, and if his abilities were as good as he said, he might hear her. 

So Grace screamed. The sound tore up from her belly and out of her throat. It was wordless at first, but then as she thrashed against the man holding her the scream turned into words. “Help! Help me! Someone help me! Help!” 

The man holding her cursed and tried to cover her mouth. She reared her head back. It connected with his nose with a crunch. In the same moment, she stomped as hard as she could on the arch of his foot. 

The man shouted obscenities at her but let her go. She tried to run again, back of her head aching from hitting the man, but a second man stepped out of the passenger seat of the car. He blocked her path. This man simply pulled out a gun and aimed it at her. 

Grace stopped. 

Please let Matt have heard, she pleaded to anyone who would listen, God or otherwise. 

“Get in,” the man with the gun said as the other one cursed and tried to staunch the blood pouring from his nose. 

Grace held up her trembling hands in surrender. Panic was eating its way like acid through her gut. “Look, I don’t–” 

“Get in,” the man said, indicating with the gun that she should move. She flinched at the motion, then complied. 

The backseat of the luxurious car held her worst nightmare. 

Dean. 

Grace screamed again, begging for help, praying that Matt would hear, that Matt would come. 

Pain exploded across her face as Dean slapped her. 

“Shut up!” he snapped. The partition between the front seat and the back went up. The car pulled away from the curb, inching slowly along the road as if they had all the time in the world. 

Grace bared her teeth at him. All that pent up rage that she’d been nurturing for weeks crested on a wave. She drew her fist back and snapped it forward in one perfect motion. Dark blood trickled from his nose. 

Quick as a flash, Dean’s hands were around her throat, squeezing off her air, pinching the skin so painfully that tears welled in her eyes. 

She didn’t back down, simply stared at him as she choked, as darkness appeared at the edges of her vision.

“I just want to talk, dammit!” Dean said in a snarl. He shoved her away from him like she was a disgusting piece of filth. She hit the partition between the front and back and winced. “Will you please just be quiet?” He pinched the bridge of his nose, his angular features suddenly drawn and tired. 

Grace’s chest heaved as she sucked down air. The darkness ebbed though the pain lingered in her throat. She coughed and glared at him. 

“You can’t just kidnap me,” she said, her voice barely a rasp. 

“Grace, we need to talk,” Dean said as if she hadn’t spoken. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, every inch the suave businessman save for the blood coming from his nose. “I want to be sure you aren’t going to…tell people things you shouldn’t be telling them.” 

Grace worked her jaw for a moment and looked away. Out of the window, they were still crawling down the street at a snail’s pace. “I’m not an idiot,” she finally said, every word a chore with her sore throat. 

Dean’s eyebrows quirked. “I never said you were.” 

“Besides,” she said, lacing her words with every amount of venom she could muster, “I don’t need to talk about your criminal activities to get a restraining order against you. You beating me will be enough.” 

Something quick and deadly flashed in his eyes, there and gone before she could really note it. Dean leaned further forward. And despite everything, Grace flinched. He seemed satisfied by the reaction and gave her a smile that would make him president one day. 

“But just in case, we need to talk about what would happen if you did start getting ideas.” Dean sat back, legs sprawled, completely at ease as if he hadn’t kidnapped her and then choked her nearly to unconsciousness. “You like your new job, yes? Nelson, Murdock, and Page? Should you…tell them anything you shouldn’t, well. Things happen. A robbery gone wrong. A hit and run. A suicide. Spread out just enough that no one links them. One for each.” Dean shrugged. 

Grace couldn’t breathe all of a sudden and it had nothing to do with the imprints of his hands around her neck. “You wouldn’t–” she said, but she knew in her heart that he would. She had seen up close what Dean was capable of. I want you to use that bleeding heart of yours, Grace. Show him some kindness so he’s more…open to my questions. 

“What do you think happened to your father?” Dean said. 

But the words were lost in the jolt of the car stopping suddenly, a thunk coming from somewhere in the direction of the hood. 

The partition lowered. 

“Sir?” the driver said uncertainly. “We just…hit a man.” 

“What?” Dean said. 

Grace used the distraction and scrambled for the door handle. Dean shouted after her as she lurched from the car, barely more than a block from where they’d started. 

Her mouth opened in surprise as the driver got out, too, along with the security guard with the gun and Dean too. 

“I am so sorry,” the driver was saying, eyes cutting to Dean as if looking for permission to even say those words. “Are you alright?” 

“I’m alright,” Matt said with a wave of his hand. To anyone else, he looked the part of an innocent blind man. But Grace saw the tension in his jaw, in the hand that clutched his cane like he was about to use it as a weapon. 

“Matt?” she said, not needing to fake her surprise. Or her relief. He’d heard her. He’d come. 

“Grace?” Matt said. His shock was so believable she almost bought it. He tilted his head to the side, red glasses flashing in the light. “Wh–I thought you were going to the coffee shop?” 

“Dean, you just hit my boyfriend,” she said as she whirled on him. She took some small satisfaction at the surprise on Dean’s face before he schooled his features. “Matt, do you want to press charges?” she asked, hoping for a moment that he’d say yes, even though she knew this was merely a distraction to get her away. 

Matt laughed and it sounded fake. “No, no, my fault. Should have waited for the crosswalk but, ah, I got cocky. Are you alright?” And she heard the unspoken message in those words. Had Dean hurt her? What was going on? 

“I’m okay,” she said with another glare towards Dean. “Dean was just leaving. Let’s get back to the office.” 

She grabbed Matt’s elbow and started to edge around Dean and his guard. 

“Remember what I said, Grace,” Dean said softly. 

Her hand trembled where it rested on Matt’s bicep. 

“Don’t worry,” she said to Dean. “I won’t. See you in court.” 

The guard held the door open for Dean and then the car was pulling away as if nothing had happened. 

Grace was shaking. 

“It’s alright,” Matt said in a low, deep voice that hummed with suppressed anger. “It’s okay.” 

They walked in silence for a moment before Matt abruptly tugged her into an alleyway. 

“He hurt you,” he said as she leaned against the brick wall. The words were all gravel and broken glass and smoke. The devil in Matt’s body, barely hidden underneath the skin in his anger. 

“I–” Grace started to say that she was okay, but she wasn’t. It wasn’t that Dean had hurt her, it’s that he had threatened the people she cared about. It was that, in her distracted and happy bubble, he’d snuck up on her. 

Matt was hovering close to her without touching. 

“What are you doing?” she asked softly. “You’re hovering.” 

Matt clenched and unclenched his fists. “I don’t–I don’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable.” 

She felt like laughing and crying all at once. “I know you won’t hurt me, Matt,” she said. She knew he could hear the truth in her heartbeat because he surged forward as soon as the words were out. He was still careful though, his hands gentle at her throat, at the corner of her mouth were blood welled from the slap across her mouth. 

“Talk to me,” Matt said, a tremble in his voice. His hands were steady, though, and he pressed his forehead to hers as he gently gripped her shoulders. “Because I am so close to following him and blowing my cover,” he said with a humorless laugh. She could see the devil in every tense line of him–his taut shoulders, his wide stance, the way his jaw worked and twitched, the slow tremble up his spine as he fought for control. 

“I–I have no idea what to say,” she said. She clutched at the lapels of his jacket. “Elephants. Coffee. Marmalade. I don’t know.” Matt huffed another laugh. “Shit, I didn’t get the coffee.” 

“Forget the coffee,” Matt said. “Let’s just–let’s go home.” 

“Okay,” she said around the sudden lump in her throat. Home. Home with Matt. Home, where she would be safe. Home, where Dean couldn’t get to her, because she had the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen at her side. “Tell Foggy we’re having crazy sex and can’t come back.” 

Matt snorted and some of the tension in his shoulders eased. “I think I’ll just tell him the truth. I–We need to–” He stopped and stepped back. His hands clenched and unclenched again. Like he wanted to hit something. And despite her past, Grace didn’t fear for a second that he would hit her. The thought didn’t even cross her mind. “We need to document this, for the case.” 

Grace blew out a breath. “Okay. Yeah.” 

She realized she must be in shock, because she felt relatively calm. Or maybe it was the man with her, a man who she knew would keep her safe even at his own expense. 

“Oh my god, you got hit by his car,” she said after a beat of silence. “What the fuck were you thinking?” 

He brushed the back of one hand up her arm like he couldn’t bear to stop touching her for even a moment. “I didn’t have time to go get the suit,” he said and the end of the sentence turned into another growl. “I had to–I didn’t know what was happening and it was the best I could–” 

His words cut off with a grunt as she kissed him. It hurt her split lip but she didn’t care. 

“Thank you,” she breathed as she pulled away. She buried her face into the space where his neck met his shoulder and inhaled the comforting scent of him. “God–Thank you.” 

Matt’s arms tightened around her. He pressed his lips to the top of her hair then inhaled, breathing her in. “I smelled blood on him,” Matt said after a moment. “Him and another. Your handiwork?” 

Grace laughed. “Yeah, actually. Headbutted the guy who grabbed me then punched Dean in the face.” 

“Good,” Matt said fiercely. 

“Let’s go home. I need a long shower after…that.” Grace shuddered. Sometimes she wondered how she had ever loved Dean after seeing his true face. But he was so adept at hiding the monster underneath that of course she’d fallen for the facade time and time again. 

Matt called Foggy on the way back to the apartment, outlining what was going on. She could hear the outrage in Foggy’s voice over the speaker even though she couldn’t make out the exact words. Matt’s voice was deadly calm. She knew he was pushing that rage down for her. That he was leashing the devil once more so he wouldn’t snap in her presence. She longed to let him loose on Dean, to let Dean feel the same fear she’d felt for so long. 

Matt promised Foggy that Grace was okay but that they were going to take the rest of the afternoon. He promised to have her send time stamped pictures of the new injuries along with a statement so they had something to add to their case. 

Grace thought about Dean threatening Matt, Foggy, and Karen as they stepped into the apartment. Her blood boiled all over again. Hurting her wasn’t enough–he had to threaten to hurt her new friends, the people she had come to care about the most. 

Things happen. A robbery gone wrong. A hit and run. A suicide.

“–shower first?” Matt was saying, interrupting her dark thoughts. 

But her mind kept going, running the scene back for her now that she was home, now that she was safe. 

What do you think happened to your father? 

All of Grace’s breath left her in a rush. Her legs went out from underneath her. She hit the floor on her knees with a hard thud that she barely felt. 

The pain in her chest was instant. She was being ripped in two, the edges frayed and blazing with fire even as the hole gaped open wider and wider and wider, revealing her bloody insides, the scars in her heart that she’d thought had healed. 

She couldn’t breathe. One hand scrabbled for purchase on the hardwood while the other clutched at the wound in her chest that no one could see. 

No, she thought. It couldn’t be true. 

But–

What do you think happened to your father?

Dean had killed her father. 

Matt’s POV 

Everything changed in an instant. 

Matt was loosening his tie, asking Grace if she wanted coffee or to shower first, when her heart stopped and her breath left her in a rush. Before he could react, she was going down, her knees hitting the ground so hard he thought something had broken.

He was at her side in an instant, senses on high alert, listening for an intruder or a gunshot or some indication of an internal wound he couldn’t see. Her breath wheezed out of her, her body not getting enough oxygen, even as her heart tripled its usual steady pace. 

“Grace?” Matt said, every cell in his body focusing on her. Fear clawed up his throat as she clutched at her chest, the other clawing across the floor. She was still wheezing, still barely breathing. “Grace, what’s wrong? What hurts?” 

Had that bastard done something to her? Was she bleeding somewhere inside, hemorrhaging where he couldn’t see? 

Matt’s fingers fluttered over her body, searching for any sign of injuries or internal wounds. But everything seemed to be working fine. Her heart was beating fast, panicked, but it was working the way it should. And she was wheezing still, but her lungs were clear of any obstructions. He gently touched around her skull next but everything there was in place, too, not even a hint of swelling in her brain. 

Then she started sobbing. 

The sound pierced him like an arrow. It stole his breath. 

“Grace,” he said, tears coming unbidden to his eyes at the sound of her agony. “Sweetheart, what is it? What’s wrong?” 

She was in pain, so clearly in pain, but there was nothing discernibly wrong with her. 

Matt gathered her into his arms. He rocked her gently while one hand continued searching for injuries. “Tell me what hurts, Grace,” he begged around the fear that was choking him. “Tell me how I can help because I don’t know what to do.” 

The sounds coming from her could only be described as anguish. Matt couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong or how. One moment she was fine–as fine as she could be, that is–and the next she had been on her knees crying out in pain

“Please, Grace,” he said into her hair as she clutched him like a lifeline while she sobbed. “Tell me what to do. Please. Grace, please.” 

“He–” The word choked her as it came out like it was tangible, like it had edges. “He–” Another anguished cry tore from her throat. “He killed him, Matt.” 

Matt froze. “Killed who?” 

Grace cried out again. Her whole body shuddered and it was all he could do to clutch her, to hold her together, to try and keep her safe from some unknown foe. 

“He killed my dad, Matt,” she said and broke down sobbing again. “Dean killed my dad, he told me–he killed him, Matt, and it’s my fault and I–” She choked again and another tremble rocked her frame. 

Matt stroked her hair even as he fought the turmoil within him. 

“When?” he finally said. His heart broke for her even as the rage resurfaced, hotter and brighter than before. 

Grace sobbed out the answer. “Years. Years ago.” 

And all Matt could do was hold her as she cried, as her world came apart around her, not realizing that he was the sole thing holding her together.

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HELLO MY MOST BELOVEDEST ARI!!!!!!! I AM HERE TO HOLD YOU TIGHT AND KISS YOUR FOREHEAD MWAHMWAHMWAH I LOVE YOU SO!!!!!! I AM SUPER FUCKING LATE BUT I AM HERE NONETHELESS I HAVE THINGS TO SAYY I MEAN YELLL

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AND THE PICREWS PLSSSS YOURS WERE SO ADORABLE TOO MICKEY I CRIED !!!!!! had 2 sneak some ari gojo hcs in there i’m sorry 😔 i just think he dreams abt suguru sometimes and wakes up in a cold sweat + silently watches your chest rise and fall until his heartbeat calms down….,,,,, you’re his rock . sniff. BUT YES THE ARI EARS THE SUGU GLASSES THE GOJO STARING PROBLEM…… he is such a weird little guy . imagine opening your eyes during a kiss and just seeing this 🧿🧿 PHDJDHHSHSJ …….. me personally i would Cry

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Hey Sunshine 💜💜💜

As I didn't annoy you yet today, I'm here to:

1/ remind you that I exist & I can be a pain in the ass in case you forgot 😈

2/ request 13 "Don't move" for the Drabble Prompts post 📝

3/ send you a hug 🫂

See ya!

Mwah 😘

VV !! 😏😉 thank you for the request 🤗

1/ i can't forget that you exist, i love you too much for that ♥️♥️ and you're never annoying 😘

2/ i technically don't have to honor that promise since my choice lost, but i couldn't resist writing it down anyway… and I'd already used that line before you even sent in the ask, so it feels like the stars were aligned for me to post whatever the f this is!!

3/ hugging you right back ♥️🥰 and i really hope you like this!!

send me prompts and i'll write a drabble

lingua (ao3 link)

Tags: modern au, nsfw, nsfw use of piercings, afab levi ackerman, amab hange zoë, t4t, trans levihan, don't like don't read, he/him pronouns for Levi, she/her pronouns for Hange, porn with feelings, don't do this at home (no really don't you're supposed to wait longer)

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"Hey, pretty boy," Hange singsongs under her breath when she enters Levi's studio, the entire one room apartment bathed in a gorgeous sunset orange at this late hour of the day.

As she predicted, he's still out cold from his previous night shift as a nurse, and she hesitates as she closes the door as quietly as possible. It's hard not to feel guilty at the thought of waking him up, but she's got two major excuses she thinks will make it worth it.

The first one is silly, idiotic even, and if Levi doesn't approve, will turn into a total disaster of a surprise.

The second is slightly embarrassing. Hange's historical thesis has been keeping her way too busy lately, and both money and the ER team schedule have been so tight that Levi has needed to work double the usual amount of additional hours, which resulted in them not seeing each other for over a couple of weeks now. And okay, she's got that other trivial mission in mind for tonight, but if she's being honest, this kind of a gap between shared moments simply isn't something she can stand for a day longer. It has been eating away at her for a solid week now, and she realized today that she just missed him to fucking much not to cut her afternoon studying session short, promising herself to start earlier tomorrow morning, and sneak into Levi's apartment –using the key he'd pretended to have forgotten at her place, barely two months into their still blossoming relationship.

She takes off her shoes and jacket, throwing them on his beloved worn out leather chair in the corner of the room, easily dismissing the twinge of worry she'd felt about the earful she's definitely going to get for that later, before she goes to lie down next to him on his sofa bed. She lightly brushes the longest strands of his hair away from his eyes and looks down at his gorgeous, peacefully sleeping face, unable to resist kissing him lightly on the nose and chuckling when it crinkles in reply.

"The fuck you doing here, Four-eyes?" he asks without opening his eyes, voice barely audible through its sleepy grogginess.

He sounds as angry and grumpy as he always would to a stranger's ear, but his arms wrap around her body and drag her on top of him anyway, his hands traveling up and down her back and lightly scratching along her spine like he knows she loves.

"Couldn't stand to be cooped up in my cave like a hermit anymore, so I decided to escape and come see my boyfriend," she replies, only pecking his lips once before sliding down to kiss her way to his neck.

She pauses there, inhaling his usual comforting scent and losing herself in the enticing warm drowsiness he's cocooned into and almost deciding to fall asleep here and there -when did she sleep last, again, anyway? she can't recall- but she's got something to do, so she tears herself away from this heavenly spot and drops kisses downards until she reaches the years old scars on his chest.

"Tch, I was sleeping. So annoying," Levi complains, even as his hips immediately roll and start seeking friction against Hange's body.

But she's got a plan, a serious plan to surprise him with that new piercing she's so psyched over, and not even her growing arousal will deter her from it, she mentally scolds herself -no matter how uncomfortable her jeans are starting to feel and how much parts of her are begging her to respond to his movements right now.

"Is this annoying?" she asks, wrapping her lips around one of his nipple and only letting the tip of her tongue wet it, before moving to play with the other one the exact same way.

"Yes, it is," Levi speaks up, sounding much more awake now, glaring down at her. "You know how much I hate it when you tease.”

Hange's brain comes up with a dozen counterexamples to that statement, but she lets it slide.

"Relax, babe," she chuckles, leaving another trail of kisses down his belly, "I've got a surprise for you."

She hooks her fingers in his underwear's elastic and slides it down his legs when he obediently lifts his hips up to help her out. She takes a moment to allow her hands to roam back up his limbs, marveling at the powerful muscles she can feel right under his skin.

"I don't like surprises," he lies again, just as Hange finally settles between his thighs, her short nails still digging into the skin of his hips as her mouth hovers over him.

"Oh, you don't?" she asks, faking surprise and feigning to go and unhook one of his legs like she's about to get away. "Never mind then, I'll go–

"Don't move," he warns, using the force of his legs to push on her back and keep her where she is.

Hange grins at the lust in his voice and lowers her face enough that her mouth can part his lower lips gently, and a low moan escapes her through the intimate kiss when she realizes how wet he is already.

"Damn, what were you dreaming about that got you so worked up?" she wonders against him.

She's not even really asking, not when he's already panting and he somehow tastes even better than she recalled, not when she has to stop herself from ruining her big reveal by eating him out like he deserves right now, by drinking every drop of fluid his body can produce to quench her thirst and make him writhe some more beneath her newly accessorized tongue.

"You, actually," Levi confesses, sounding almost as shy as he does out of breath.

He's staring straight down and into her eyes as he says it though, looking both terrified and determined to get his point across, and Hange really doesn't know how she manages to hold back when he's pulling this brutal honesty barely hiding a mountain of vulnerability act on her -the very one she knows is too soon to reveal how it makes her heart hammer in her chest every single time she witnesses it.

Still, she somehow succeeds in reigning it in, only swallowing thickly before she replies.

"Ha! Never heard you admit that before," she half jokes.

And it's not actually untrue. She knows the physical effect she has on him, she's seen, felt and tasted it before, but Levi's hasn't been very vocal about this stuff so far –not unless they're in the middle of it and his brain gets foggy enough that he starts blabbering barely audible affectionate words to her she thinks she'll never get enough of. He's an action over words guy, much better at conveying how much he likes the way she's now slowly pushing the tip of her tongue in and out of him by threading his fingers through her hair and pulling her even closer, much more comfortable with tilting his hips towards her to try and get more of the contact he so desperately craves right now than by begging out loud for it.

"So, that's the big –fuck– surprise?" he asks between moans he can't keep in, "you driving me mad by edging me like this for hours? Cause that's hardly fucking surpri–

Hange opens her mouth wider and, before he finishes his sentence and her nerves get the better of her, lets the flat of her tongue and the hard metal of her now thirteen days old piercing come in contact with Levi's clit, lightly but firmly stroking it.

Levi startles and yelps at the unusual feeling, tugging at her hair in shock, but Hange's hands settle his hips back down before he can move again.

"Easy, easy," she chuckles, and lifts her head up high enough to proudly show him her new toy. "That's the surprise! You like?"

He freezes on the spot and stares down at her in silence, mouth agape and eyes open wide, and some of her confidence starts to wear off.

"You don't?” she asks instead, much less enthusiastic suddenly. “Shit. I'm sorry I scared you. You know how long I've wanted one of these, and I just thought this would be a funny way to show–

"You lied,” he cuts off her nervous rambling, frowning though his hand is now rubbing at her scalp gently where he pulled a little too hard before.

"What? How?”

“I'm obviously not the only reason you got out of your dorm in the last two weeks," he accuses, with a pout she almost can't tell is fake.

But there's a playful glint to his eyes that she's getting more and more familiar with as she spends more time with this relaxed, open side of him she loves so much, and she decides to mess with him right back.

"Who says I didn't do it myself?" she teases, wiggling her eyebrows.

His entire demeanor changes then, so fast she startles when he sits up and angles her head higher and away from where he needs her the most. He takes a deep breath and settles his free hand on her jaw to keep her mouth open, carefully studying the piece of jewelry.

"Hange Natsu Zoë, for the sake of your immune system and my sanity,” he starts as he looks back up and into her eyes, “you better swear to me that you did not pierce your own fucking tongue."

Hange barks out a laugh at the seriousness in his tone, shaking her head free and pushing him hard enough that he lies back down.

"Truth be told, I watched a couple of Youtube tutorials on the topic," she admits when she's back into position, gently and effortlessly sliding two of her fingers into him, relishing in the shiver she can feel spreading through his body at the smooth intrusion -and how well it works to make him forget whatever he was going to retort in reply. "But it didn't seem worth the risk to end up in the ER while you were on triage duty."

Levi clicks his tongue at her, but it turns into a hiss when she puts her lips over his clit and lightly sucks on it, twirling her piercing around it once it's trapped inside her mouth.

She releases it right when she can tell Levi was nearing his peak, and wordlessly apologizes by hooking and thrusting her fingers faster and faster in and out of him. She alternates between rubbing either the metal piercing and the muscle of her tongue on him, careful not too put too much pressure as he tends to get sensitive.

But Levi doesn't seem to remember that, and he cants his hips closer to her mouth still, his powerful thighs squeezing her head between them, stronger and stronger as she quickens the pace, her mouth and hand working in tandem as she ignores the building pain in her jaw and the need to breathe.

He comes with a loud strangled cry that vaguely resembles her name, and she almost loses focus as she realizes that. She doesn't stop swirling her tongue over him, avoiding his clit and gathering every drop of wetness she can feel leaking out of him to drink it hungrily. Her fingers fight against his squeezing walls to keep pushing against that sweet spot inside of him, drawing out his orgasm and making his entire body shake as he rides the tide.

"Fucking hell," she hears him sigh when he finally releases the pressure around her head, his legs falling heavily on each side of her body onto the mattress.

Hange takes a deep breath in when she's free, wipes her nose, chin and fingers on the sheets and grins up at him and his blushed, fucked-out face. He lazily reaches down and she complies, dragging herself upwards until they're face to face.

He kisses her without needing to think about it like he used to in the early stages of their relationship. His tongue ventures into her mouth immediately, languidly exploring and eager to play with the new addition, and Hange regretfully parts from that exciting enthusiasm when he tugs a little too forcefully at it.

"Careful! It's still sensitive. This shit needs like two months to heal properly."

Levi frowns again at that, and Hange has to bite her lips to stop herself from commenting on just how adorable he looks, trying to look all strict and serious when half of his brain is clearly not completely functional yet.

“Were you even supposed to do that so soon?" he worries, cupping her face into his hands.

It's almost too gentle a moment to ruin it, but Hange's never been one to refuse that kind of a challenge.

“Was it that bad? You know, you have to tell me if you don't like–

The rest of her sentence is muffled behind the hand he's just shoved against her mouth to keep her quiet. She loses tracks of whatever she was going to say anyway when she looks down at him in forced silence, at his rosy cheeks and nose, at his parted lips, at his dilated pupils and the odd determination she can see growing in his eyes.

“I love it,” he whispers softer than she's ever heard him speak, not even glancing down at her mouth.

He removes his hand, thumb caressing her upper lip as he goes, and she feels herself mirroring the gorgeous, easy smile that show on his own face, unable to tell if she's more frustrated or exhilarated at that maybe hint that he could have been talking about something other than her oral skills.

[eddiethehunted]

I'm asking about ooga booga and beep bop because I'm a menace and exist to humiliate you >:) (but also if you genuinely don't want to talk about them pls don't it's ok mwah I love you)

ok i know i marked beep bop as nsfw but i actually haven't. written the smut yet. so. anyway it's based on a RP gwen and i did forever ago that is still living in my head and just bc i adore u i will also put ooga booga under the cut. that one is uh. definitely very nsfw.

beep bop (post-vol 2, vamp eddie)

He strained his ears, his breath coming shallow and quick. It was quiet outside, except for the soft rustling of the leaves in the gentle evening breeze. No other noises came, and he breathed in deep, letting it out slow, trying to calm his heart rate down.

“Just an animal,” Steve whispered to himself. He was trembling from head to toe. “Just a squirrel or a raccoon. It’s fine.” 

He managed to relax his shoulders, the hysteria blurring the fringes of his vision receding slightly. Fuck but he was on edge. He knew a good night’s sleep would help, but how was he supposed to sleep when every little thing sent him into a panic attack?

Swallowing a frantic laugh, he turned back to his bed to grab another cigarette. He’d smoke the whole fucking pack tonight, probably. As he grabbed his lighter, he made the mistake of lifting his gaze to the window, and his heart stopped in his chest.

There was something looking back at him. Watching him. He could see it there, in the tree right outside his window. 

ooga booga (im sorry but saying this right before i post some smut is so funny) also eddie has a tongue piercing

“stay still,” eddie orders, letting it come out a bit mean because he knows what it does to steve. sure enough, a glance up shows steve shutting his eyes as they roll back. for good measure, he adds with a dry chuckle, “you’re so fucking easy, steve. it’s been like one minute."

“fuck,” it’s punched out of him, “please, please, i’ll stay still, i promise."

cute.

with steve’s whiny please ringing in his ears, eddie dives back in, taking as much as he can at once without choking again. a rough tug on his hair makes him groan, earning a frantic gasp from steve as the sound vibrates through his mouth. steve's hips twitch forward but he stills them quickly, clenching his jaw tight. 

it’s fucking crazy, eddie thinks vaguely, breathing deeply through his nose as he works to bury his face in steve’s happy trail. the fact that he can just tell steve what to do and steve listens like he’s made for it. it’s insane. 

steve can hardly keep his eyes open, shuddering with each bob of eddie’s head, thighs trembling on either side of his shoulders. eddie grips his hips harder, pressing him hard into the couch, letting his spit drip from the corners of his mouth as he hollows his cheeks again, suckling hard around the tip, flicking at the slit with the tip of his tongue, letting his piercing drag over it roughly. it must hurt a little, but he knows steve gets off on it, loves tempting the thin line between pleasure and pain. 

“fuck, fuck fuck, eddie, yes,” steve babbles, free hand coming up to grab his own hair, one leg kicking out in his effort to stay still. eddie shoots a watery look up to watch him, unable to quell the moan that shudders up his throat at the sight. steve’s throat bobs as he swallows a whine, the sharp angle of his jaw softened as his mouth falls open on another moan.

[vtoriacore-rbs]

okay anyways time to learn more Arabic and Italian at 12 am the bestest of nights to all my lovelies mwah good night sleep tight treat yourself well right.

[inluvkai]

11:53

kuroo x reader

summary: at 11:53 pm, your boyfriend, kuroo tetsurou, does his nightly routine of wishing you good night

notes: umm inspired by my ex, but i thought it’s a really sweet and funny thing so i replace him with built, sexy, chem nerd, rooster headed: tetsurou. enjoy this short af drabble i started at exactly 11:53 pm. might delete later

word count: 100-ish, dont quote me on that

you yawned as your lockscreen read 11:53 and there was an unread message from your boyfriend three minutes ago.

tetsu loml 🐓💋

you better be asleep you little shit.

we got two tests tmr and i know you gonna be yawning your way through it

anyway good night darling. yada yada sleep tight, bugs bite MWAH 😘

you find yourself smiling at your phone screen. only your boyfriend could get you this giddy.

this is his nightly routine. each one of his good nights ends with ‘sleep tight, bugs bite.” the simple act and playful words always shoot straight to your heart. you dont know why, but it does. and you love him for the little things he does.

you type back a wholehearted goodnight with lots of heart emojis before laying down in your bed to fall asleep with a smile on your face.

Ⓒinluvkai

[angelprinz]

Thinking about step-brother childe.

You're just so energetic?! So cute and innocent too, he wonders if you ever masturbate at night thinking of your step brother fucking you hard every single night.

Are you wearing cute panties just for him? He always jerks off whenever he thinks of you at night— just feeling your tight walls squeezing his dick, moaning out his name whenever you cream on his dick.

It's obvious you want him! I mean why would you want to sleep with him sometimes? Why would you ask if he wants to take a bath with you? So he did what he thought you wanted.

“c-childe!.. please..ah!. s-stop!” you managed to moan out but he won't stop anyways. Did you not want this? “be grateful that ah! I'm f-fucking y-you! ngh.. a.. a lot of girls are jealous of y-you y'know?”

You feel so guilty for liking it a little bit..

“this is ha!..bad! I'm n-not enjoying t-this! ah!” you managed to say as your step brother thrusts in you hard. “thats what ha.. you say but your.. bo-body.. says otherwise~” he says that with a smirk on his face, That bastard.

You want to cry out for your mom and step-dad but you know they aren't in town. Childe is in charge of the house, you can't do anything about it.

He is so rough too! And mean:( gripping on your hips, leaving hickeys on your neck even if you keep telling him not to— calling you names like “whore!” “slut!”

He's pace fastened and he is more rough, thrusting at you harder and faster despite you keep telling him to stop. “shut up and let your step-brother cum inside you! Besides your made to be my cumdump.” it's useless to keep saying stop anyways, he won't listen. So you thrash on him, you keep pushing and kicking him but he just pits you in a missionary pose- that way you can't kick him while he is holding your legs up to your chest.

“imagine our future kids! They would be so cute~ you would be a good mommy for them right?” hold on– did he say kids?!

“n-no! That's wrong! I don't want to have kids with you! We're siblin!-” “not related~” you choke at his 2 fingers on your mouth.

“im about to cum- ha!..” Now be a good little sister and let him cum inside you<3

He cums inside of you, you felt him filling you up. This was for sure to make you pregnant! Both of you were trying to catch your breath.

he gets close to your ears and says “i hope you get pregnant.” with a dark face.Maybe this will teach you to not to get close with any other boys! You only belong to him. And him only.

HI!! FIRST ASK HERE SORRY IF ITS BAD</3 can I be your butterfly anon?

EEEE BUTTERFLY ANON THIS IS SOOO GOOD !!! stepbro childe be delusional and manipulative as hell, baby trapping you AND trying to make you jealous by telling you how lucky you are? it sounds just like the truth once the test returns positive, him promising to take care of you forever! by taking care he means fucking you always n making sure you're always with his child.

such delicious food for my day i luv u mwah !