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midnghtprentiss · 2 days ago

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Can I request for Jack Abbot x fem reader? Their child wanted pet(s) and Jack just wouldn't let him since he wasn't convinced that they would take care of it and he's busy with work and so does her. Their kid persuaded her and she tried to tempted Jack to give in. Doing everything just to let him say yes. Jack knew his answer but just wanted to mess you with them🫣. Kisses, fluff, suggestive. Thanks!! :))

a/n: this is my first request omg omg omg, i absolutely loved your request! i changed a few times but hope it matches what you wanted. have fun dear. sorry if there's some mistakes, english is not my first language. enjoyyyy :)

mission called convincing daddy to get us what we want - jack abbot

pairing: jack abbot x wife!reader warnings: jack as girls dad, suggestive content

Parenthood was amazing. You loved it more than you expected. You loved being a mom as much as Jack loved being a dad and he was really proud to be a girl's dad. Your twin girls were the reason for him to absolutely love the new version of him.

Evangeline and Cecilia were his sunshine, his everything. He would die and kill if meant to make them smile. Even before they came to the world he was excited about the idea of having two versions of himself with the person he loves. He spent nights imagining how life would be so much cooler and brighter, he even confessed to you that he always wanted to be a girl dad but never had the chance to make it right before you.

The whole pregnancy wasn’t easy, you had a lot of pain, restrictions and anxiety at the same time. Growing two girls at once was a hell of a full time job and apparently will be for a long time. You were eating more, sleeping more, feeling bigger than ever, you can’t even count how many clothes didn’t fit anymore. You started by doing less shifts and when you did, Jack made sure you didn’t work harder, which led you to a few fights.

“Jack, pregnancy is not a disease. I am more than capable of doing my job and still have two children inside of me.”

“I’m not letting you do everything you want so you can prove something to other people.” You laughed in his face.

“I am a doctor first and then a mother. So please, let me enjoy this moment before I’ll spend my days being known only as a mother.”

Everything changed when you got to hold your girls for the first time and actually be a better mom than the one you have. It was a full time job, the hardest job you’ve ever had, 24/7 of being alert and on the edge of your seat for the smallest things. You didn’t showered for almost a week after you got to bring them home, you cried when they cried and the worst part of it all was the excruciating feeling that you were already failing.

Jack was your number one supporter, your safe haven and he was happy to be there. He dealt with the sleepless nights like a champ, always holding the girls, giving them what they needed just for you to sleep for a while, he didn't even complain about being sleep deprived, he just accepted it. But he never told you how terrified he was of sucking at the only job he couldn’t fail. How he was afraid of sleeping and missing something important, or how anxious he was when they were out of his plain sight. He didn’t tell you he almost gave up being a doctor to stay with the girls.

As they grew up, you both understood how to be better parents and that brought you closer than ever, creating boundaries and rules to make this right. You agreed on coming back to work at your own pace, making cohesive schedules and trying your best not to go home during shifts. You worked the day shift so he stayed with them and he stayed with the girls all day and he worked at night shift for you to be home during bedtime.

Real teamwork.

Cecilia was like a mini version of Jack. She was bossy, talkative and had the same bad attitude as him, which sometimes made your life so difficult, but she was glued to you. Everywhere you went, she was there like a shadow. Evangeline was a whole version of you, she was sweet, calm and did her best to be nice to everyone and yet Jack was the only one who could calm her down when she wasn’t having a good day.

There were nights Ange cried non stop because she wanted daddy and as a consequence Cece cried because her sister was crying. You have to call him at two in the morning, knowing he was busy with a trauma, trying your best to not cry on the phone, asking him to talk to her. Or when Cece was giving him an attitude because he wanted her mama so bad that everyone else was an enemy, he had to call you just for her to feel better.

You decided to change your tactics again and put the girls to socialize in preschool. At first you hated the idea as much as Jack but eventually you decided to give it a try. They absolutely loved it. The first week was filled with tears and anxiety (from you, especially), the desire of bringing them home and putting the whole experiment behind. By the second week the girls begin to cry less and be more excited about going. It was a relief for your mind and both of you could focus more at work.

At six years old you could see these girls were smarter than you imagined. They talked about what they learned at kindergarten and included details about everything they knew and saw. There was no better feeling than watching your favorite human beings embracing their personality.

One day after school during a pick up, you noticed them speaking quietly and giggling with each other pointing at some drawings in their notebooks.

“What’s happening here? Am I missing something?” Ange and Cece looked at each other and giggled louder.

“Mama, we want a dog.” Cece screamed and lifted up her piece of paper.

“Oh really? Why do you want a dog?” You asked curious.

“Today Mrs. Sunny told us about responsibilities and she told us having a pet helped us with that.” Ange was so excited and her sister was agreeing on everything. “We are big girls now.” Big girls that made her father look under the bed every night for monsters.

“Girls, having a pet is a big thing. Me and daddy are really busy taking care of more things to have animals.” You tried to sound soft, knowing how emotional they can get. “Plus, I don’t if you’re ready for this kind of responsibility.”

“We can help!” Cece jumped in, “We can give them food, water, snuggles and we can take them to our walks with daddy.”

That would be fun, you think to yourself, Jack was going to have a stroke when you tell him that. Or better, you’ll let them speak to him.

The idea of a pet was something you and him already talked about. During your pregnancy you had long conversations with your husbands on the subject, you grew up with animals and in fact helped you with the responsibility of taking care of the people you loved. He wasn’t against it, but you’re both busy and now with two kids taking a lot of attention and time, an animal would make it worse and more chaotic.

“I agree with you, girls.” Of course you agreed with them, the smiles they gave you is more than enough. “We need to convince dad to let us have a pet, what do you think?” They squealed and laughed, starting to make some plans and creating some crazy scenarios where the pet was included. “I suggest you two work on something really good for him and we talk about this before dinner, alright?”

When you got home, Jack was already waiting outside. Crossed arms, polo shirt, faded jeans. What a view. The moment he opened the car door for them, they were already on him, talking about their day and showering him with hints about the conversation that would happen later.

He just looked at you confused and nodding with whatever sentence was coming out of their mouths. You walked behind them, contemplating the sweet view of your family.

While Cece and Angel were doing their homework, you were studying a few things for your lecture and Jack was making dinner. You approached him quietly and held his face to make him look directly at you.

“We have a problem, a big one.” His heart almost stopped at your words. “They want a dog.”

“Really?” He chuckled, going back to slicing the onions.

“Something about Mrs. Sunny teaching about responsibility.” You poured yourself some wine and leaned against the counter. “They are on a mission called convincing daddy to get us what we want. It’s gonna be tough on you, buddy.”

“What exactly did you say to them?” He put the knife down and stared at you.

“I said the truth. We’re busy and getting a pet would add more chaos into our lives but I said yes.” You said quietly and he raised his eyebrows. “I can’t resist them, you know that!”

Dinner was chaotic. Cecilia and Evangeline were on fire telling all the good reasons for having cats and dogs. They even called themselves ‘doctor daughters’ and their specialty is love and snuggles. You held your smile the whole time, while Jack was so hypnotized by them he didn’t even blink.

“Girl, I understand you really really really want that but we need to discuss it better.” Their eyes were full of water and while he talked about their busy life, their school time and the extracurricular they do, a dog was harder.

“But we are good girls, daddy.” You almost got up and went to the nearest shelter to get the damn dog.

“I know, bug.”

After bedtime you were laying next to Jack, tracing lines in his chest and you couldn’t stop thinking about their wish of having an animal. Jack knew this conversation was about to happen for the way you tucked them in bed and he heard you saying you would try to convince him using your ‘supermom powers’. Before the conversation started he was already laughing.

You smacked his chest and rolled your eyes, trying to focus on whatever you were about to say to him.

“You know why we can’t have a dog.” You looked at him.

“Why not? Are you afraid he will steal your prosthetic leg?” He burst out laughing holding your arm.

“You would like that, didn’t you?” He teased and your eyes studied his face.

“Jack, we are raising two girls. A dog can make our job easier.” You think about your next words. “It can teach them responsibility.”

“A dog can be dangerous.” He found it amusing how you rolled your eyes every time you disagreed.

“Men are dangerous, a dog is the sweetest thing they can have. Besides, we can use that to make them stop asking for another sibling.” You reminded him, getting more comfortable against his body.

“You have a very good point, love.”

“Of course I have.”

“A sibling?” You giggled, hiding your face between his chest. “They can have a dog and a sibling, then.”

“Easy there, tiger. It’s debatable since I’m the one who carries the children here.”

“Everybody wins something here, just saying.”

“You’re a trouble, Jack Abbot.”

“You married me.” He held your face, caressing your cheeks gently.

It took Jack three days to get a dog. He talked to an old army friend of his that had the contact of a guy that had retired dogs and just like that, you got a dog - Luke. He’s the nicest, trained and responded very well to the girls clinging on to him.

You’ve never seen them so excited and happy to have a furry friend and the best part is watching Jack pretending he’s not blusinh watching his girls run around the backyard. You were sitting next to him, listening to Angel and Cece squeal every time Luke licked their faces and screamed when he runs from them.

“About the sibling situation.” He smirked and watched your face with the same look that got you pregnant before.

“Not before bedtime, Abbot.” You pushed his shoulder.

“Can’t wait for our talk later.”

Maybe life is worth it for the moments like that where everybody is truly happy.

#the pitt #dr abbot #dr abbot x reader #jack abbot #jack abbot x reader #jack abbot imagine

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hamzahsbaby · 20 hours ago

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taking care of hamzah when he comes back from drinking with martin and he talks abt how much he missed you

when bestfriend!hamzah drunkenly admits that he missed you after a night out drinking with his friends ♡

warnings/notes: i had to make this bestfriend!hamzah cosss like yeah!!! you’re all he thinks about!!! even when he’s with his friends having a good time!!!

you paged through your textbook, nestled in your freshly washed sheets with a mug of green tea in hand, facemask on, all while your grandma pjs hugged you with a familiar sense of comfort. you weren't sure exactly what you were looking for in the textbook, some stupid source for a paper you were writing for your JAMS class. but having done enough reading for the night, you sighed and threw the textbook nearby on the floor, when your phone dinged. it was martin.

[ hamzah's bf ] : Hey. Can you come pick up Hamzah? I told him he could crash here but he just keeps saying he misses you. Won’t stop.

you stared at the message, blinking, like maybe you'd read it wrong. you didn't. hamzah told you he wasn't going to drink much tonight — "just one drink, swear", were his exact words. but apparently that was a lie and now he was back at martin's house, drunkenly begging for you. "really hamzah?" you mumbled to yourself before sending martin a quick 'on my way' and sliding on your slippers.

and twenty minutes later, hamzah stumbled into your passenger seat, his hood up and eyes glossed over. he didn't say anything at first, just let out a huge sigh, like with you was the only place he wanted to be. "thanks for coming to get me." he mumbled, his voice tired and rough.

"you're lucky i like you." you flashed him a little smile before putting the car in drive and pulling away. "no," he corrected you, laughing to himself, "you love me." you didn’t say anything, just kept driving. the drive was kind of silent, the ruffle of the engine and your playlist shuffling was all you could hear.

and when you made it back to your place, hamzah followed behind you, he was quiet and swaying just a little. he threw his shoes off, like he always did. “do you want some water or something?” you offered.

“i just wanna lay down,” he slurred out, rubbing his eyes and yawning. you nodded and led him to the couch, that was always where he slept if he ever stayed over. “can i lay in your bed?”

you were taken aback by his question, “uh, yeah.” hamzah had only slept in your bed one other time; the time you got broken up with and he held you as you fell asleep because he was the only one who knew how to comfort you. “thanks.” he stuttered, making his way to your bed, where he plopped down like it was his own bed.

you followed a minute after, bringing him a cold glass of water “thanks for always taking care of me.”

you giggled. “really? i feel like you’re always the one taking care of me. gotta return the favor.” you threw him a fresh t-shirt to sleep in from your drawer. “what?” his eyebrows furrowed, like he was genuinely offended. “you do so much for me.”

you opened your mouth to argue with him, but he kept going, his words were a little slurred but honest. “you make everything easier by just being you. even tonight —” he paused, swallowing thickly. “i missed you the whole time. even when i was laughing and having a good time, i kept thinking damn i really wish she was here.” he wasn’t even looking at you anymore, just carelessly throwing on the t-shirt you gave him. like what he said didn’t just set your heart on fire. “you’re my girl. you know?”

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lazysoulwriter · 3 days ago

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extra tips, extra intentions - pedro pascal.

requested! thank you. ♡ content: waitress!reader, college setting, flirty Pedro, slow build, oblivious reader, soft romantic tension, finally asking her out.

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The restaurant wasn’t fancy. It wasn’t one of those places with white tablecloths or twelve-dollar sides. But it was clean, always full, and just a five-minute walk from campus. You worked the night shift most days, balancing trays and textbooks, smiling through the ache in your feet because rent didn’t care about your GPA.

And then there was him.

Pedro.

He started coming in on Wednesday nights about two months ago. Always sat in your section. Always ordered the same thing — steak medium rare, fries instead of salad, whiskey neat. But it wasn’t just the consistency. It was the way he looked at you. Like he already knew something you didn’t.

“Rough night?” he asked once, watching as you exhaled a little too hard after refilling waters for the fourth time.

You laughed, wiping your hands on your apron. “What gave it away?”

He smiled, slow and soft. “The sigh. That’s the signature giveaway.”

From then on, he was your favorite regular.

He never stayed too long. Never flirted too obviously. Just left kind words and stupidly generous tips — like twenty bucks on a $15 tab. You always tried to give some back, telling him it was too much. He always waved it off.

“Think of it as encouragement,” he’d say. “You’re working hard. You deserve a little kindness.”

You told yourself that was it. He was just nice. Friendly. Older, sure — but not in a weird way. Definitely not interested. Just… supportive.

Even when he complimented your smile. Or your earrings. Or the way you remembered his order without asking.

Definitely just being nice.

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It wasn’t until a Thursday — your usual shift had changed — that something shifted.

Pedro walked in, saw you weren’t working, and immediately asked the host if you were off. When he spotted you behind the counter, double-checking the schedule, his whole face lit up.

“Hey,” he said, walking over, “I thought I missed you this week.”

You smiled. “I swapped shifts. Needed Friday off for a paper.”

He leaned one elbow on the counter, close but not too close. “Are you off soon?”

You glanced at the clock. “Fifteen minutes.”

He hesitated for the first time since you’d met him. “Would you want to get coffee after? With me?”

You blinked. “Like… for my paper?”

He huffed a laugh. “No, hermosa. Like a date.”

A date.

Your brain short-circuited for a second.

“I— Wait. You’re serious?”

“Dead serious,” he said, grinning. “I’ve been trying to hint at it for weeks, but you’re either very modest or very oblivious.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “Maybe both.”

“Coffee, then?” he asked, eyes hopeful but calm, like he’d still leave you a big tip even if you said no.

You bit your lip and nodded. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

He smiled wider than you’d ever seen. “Good. I’ll wait out front.”

And for the first time in weeks, you walked away from your shift not just tired, but buzzing. Because apparently, all those extra tips came with extra intentions. And maybe — just maybe — you were ready to let yourself believe it.

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✦ please do not copy, repost, or translate this work. © lazysoulwriter // i write with a lot of love and care, so please respect that.

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buckybabybaby · 3 days ago

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always pretty

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (gender neutral)

(established relationship, fluff, slightly suggestive, Bucky being beautiful, bff Joaquín has 3 lines)

Word count: 1k

*** SPOILERS FOR THUNDERBOLTS UNDER THE CUT ***

Plot: you see Bucky with his new hairstyle for the first time

Warnings: none :)

A/N: a small piece inspired by Bucky's hair in the post credit scene because I think we all agree its one of his best looks <3 that and the bit where he took his jacket off were very much for me

I haven't posted a Bucky x reader fic for 4 years now. New content = more inspiration apparently!

I saw thunderbolts on Friday and started this yesterday, it may only be 1000 words but I've never finished a drabble so quickly.

Also a little fix it for the Sambucky plot line </3 I didn't go in to detail as I don't know how they would resolve it, but after bnw I can't have them end like that :(

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You sit outside the photography studio, nervous energy preventing you from even being able to scroll through your phone, eyes darting from the door, to the view out the window, to the many posters of previous work on the wall, and back to the door on repeat. It's been hours, but you are determined to wait.

Bucky's first time in his new avengers suit? Yeah, you weren't missing this.

He'd been so anxious this morning and your heart had melted. You understand though. Not only was he having his final fitting of his suit, they were also doing promotional shoots for the many magazines and websites that wanted an interview, so hair, makeup and endless poses were all on the schedule today.

Every time the door opens you look up expectantly, until eventually you see what you've been waiting for.

The new avengers file out, some acknowledging you, others clearly wanting to leave as quickly as possible. Joaquín bounds up to you, ever enthusiast, showing off his slightly altered falcon suit.

"You like?"

"I love." You grin at him. "Did it go okay?"

He nods, glancing back. "And Bucky did well, managed to tone down the grumpy old man vibes for once."

You make an offended noise, pushing at his chest lightly. "Don't be mean."

His teasing smile is infectious as he guides you towards the studio. "Go find him. He's probably exhausted after having to smile for more than five minutes."

You go to push him again but he's too fast, bidding you goodbye as you enter the doorway. Inside the screens and lighting supports are already being disassembled, staff streaming around you to get the place cleared quickly and making it a struggle to spot Bucky. Eventually you do, facing away from you talking to Sam on the far side of the room. You hesitate to approach, knowing how their friendship has been rocky recently, but then Sam laughs loudly at something Bucky's said, a natural laugh that has you relaxing as you make your way over. Their disagreement was almost as difficult for you as it was for Bucky, a horrible tense episode you don't want to return to anytime soon.

Sam notices you first, leaving Bucky with a final hand shake before pausing next to you on his way out.

"Who knew your man could look so good, huh?"

"And you. I'm sure your solo shots will be the cover photos."

He snorts. "Me and Bucky are cool now, no need to butter me up."

"Oh, I wasn't! I wouldn't-" You splutter before Sam takes pity on you, resting his hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, I'm joking." He squeezes you gently, smile softer now. "See you soon, yeah?"

You nod, watching him go. Turning back to Bucky, you walk over slowly, waiting for him to detect your presence. It takes him longer than usual, you're almost beside him by the time he does, like Joaquín said he must be worn out by all the attention and not quite his usual sharp self.

"Hey doll." He says, tilting his head towards you without getting up.

Moving in front of him, you step into his space to kiss him like always, until you get a good look at his outfit.

And his arm.

And his hair.

You stare. The 'a' on his chest has your own chest tight, knowing how much it means for him to be seen as a hero officially. It doesn't hurt that the top fits perfectly, that both his arms are defined in different ways, that the way they've styled his hair makes him look even more prince-like than ever.

"Is it bad?" He asks when you don't say anything.

"No, no! It's great-lovely-so nice." You rush to reassure him. "Did they blow dry you?"

"I think so? I just sat here and let them work." He shrugs.

"Okay, so you know I love your hair however you do it. But this," You reach out to brush the wave falling over his forehead. "This is my new favourite. You're always so pretty, I'm happy they managed to enhance it like this."

His smiles shyly at the floor, an unusual look for the former winter soldier. You're so endeared to him. This man is well over one hundred years old and a real life super hero, but you can still reduce him to a blushing mess with the right choice of words.

Tilting his head back up, you do kiss him now, only quickly as you need to take the whole look in again. He pouts as you pull away, only adding to his charm. One day you may get used to just how pretty he is, may find a way to not be left breathless just by his existence, not get distracted every time he looks your way.

Today, though, is not that day.

Climbing onto his lap, you bring him into a deeper kiss, feeling his body tense for a second before he relaxes, one arm snaking around your waist to hold you tight. Pressing yourself as close as possible, you can feel every firm edge of his uniform through your clothes, thoughts turning filthy in record time.

You break the kiss with a gasp to ask, "Are you allowed to take the suit home?"

"Oh?" He seems surprised but not displeased by the shift in mood. "It's like that is it?"

You whine in answer, not caring that the room is still very busy. Bucky cups your face to get a clear look at you, smirking as he sees how far gone you are just from a few kisses.

"I can take the suit home," He tells you, making you giggle in excitement. "Probably shouldn't mess it up too much too early, though. I know how you get"

You frown. "I can control myself."

"No you can't, sweetheart," Bucky argues correctly.

"Well, at least don't brush your hair through," You demand, delicately repositioning the loose strands around his face. "That is the best part."

"I can do that." His mouth meets yours again, briefly letting you get a taste of him before he releases you. Standing up, he drags you with him towards the exit, smiling cheekily over his shoulder. "Let's go prove how much you really like it."

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Thank you for reading!

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #buckybabybaby

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pedrettilov3r · 3 days ago

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Darling

Pairing: Remmick x Female!Reader

Warnings: violence, language, vampires, blood sucking, smut, death.

Part two

a/n: I haven’t written in so long but Remmick has reawakened something in me and I had to write for him. Jack O’Connell I love you please keep playing horny characters 🙏 Thank you for everyone reading this I promise there will be a part two with the good stuff (smut smut smut) let me know if you wanted to be added to the tag list and feel free to send me prompts for Remmick fics!

Tonight was the night.

The Smoke Stack twins were opening up their juke joint. Stack had approached you that morning with their little cousin Sammie.

Money landed in front of you on the diner table you were wiping down. You sigh, and look up to the familiar face of Stack. “What the hell is you sorry ass doing back here?” You chuckle. “Good to see you too Y/N” he grins, his gold teeth shining the in the diner lights. You hadn’t seen his face since he left for Chicago, the memories of growing up with the boys flooding your mind and you found yourself engulfing the tough man in a tight hug. You hadn’t seen heard of their successes down in Chicago and you had been glad they made it out of this place, away from the awful memories that were impossible for them to escape here. “Is Smoke here too?” You ask as you continue cleaning the dishes off the table and the two boys follow you. “Yeah he’s just taking care of some..business.” He smirks in reply. “Business?” You eye the man, knowing how many illegal activities “business” could entail. “You better not let Mary know you’re here. She’s been heartbroken since you left and didn’t come back. She waited for so long and I don’t care if you’re my friend if you do anything to hurt her again I will beat your ass.” You laugh but the threat is truthful and Stack knows it too. Pain flashes across his face for a short moment before he covers it with his grin. “I heard about your mom Y/N.” Your eyes meet his and you try to hide the pain that fills them at the mention of your mother. “I’m sorry we weren’t here, trust me we wanted to be. I miss her but it was just too hard and anyways we had business. Understanding flashes across your face “Trust me she knew you loved her, even if you showed it in your own, messed up way.” You smirk “She loved you boys lie you were her own.” You knew how hard it must have been for them to come back here, but you were glad they did. Stack coughed the change the topic quickly, “about Mary..she knows.” You almost choke on your surprise, “and you’re still alive?” You question. “Apparently she knew we were coming home, she cornered me at the train station.” You shake your head, “I’m gonna kill her, she didn’t even tell me she was coming home.” Smoke chuckles, “Alright you guys are free to figure that out AFTER our grand opening, I need you alive tonight.” You look at Stack suspiciously “what is it you boys need?” He smiles at you “I knew I could count on you.” You roll your eyes at his antics, “We need you to make the place look real nice and welcoming so our guests can enjoy themselves and party.” He eyes you and pulls out his wad of cash from his coat pocket. “AND we will have blues music, see little Sammie here is the best blues man around. We were thinking that maybe you could some songs with him.” He bribes you by waving the money in the air. “You know I don’t sing no more.” You haven’t sang anything since your mom go sick, she was the one who taught you and you just couldn’t bear to do it without her anymore. You shake your head at the man’s request. “Y/N, you know you have the best voice around, there’s no one that can bring music to life and get people on their feet better than you. That’s exactly what our joint needs.” He eyes you as you still look unsure. “C’mon. For old time’s sake? “ He can tell what your problem is by the look on your face “Your mom would want you to sing.” You know he was right. “Fine. I’ll do it” You sigh taking the money from the man.

“Well I’d say I outdid myself,” you say taking in the beautiful decorations you put out at the mill. “I do say I think we will have a mighty fine time tonight boys.” You smirk at the twins. “Oooh this will be the best grand opening this side of Mississippi has ever seen. Thank you for your help Y/N. It looks great.” Stack puts him arm around you “They aren’t ready” Smoke says, he looks at his watch “We open in 30 minutes, let’s do this.” Him and Stack do they handshake and hug each other. You make your way to the extra room “I’m gonna change out of these disgusting clothes now.” You yell to the boys.

By the time you get done changing and doing last minute touch ups to the decorations people begin to file in. The mill fills up pretty quickly as people begin to mingle and grab drinks. You admire all the hard work you guys put in and finally feel yourself relax a bit when Grace slides a drink in your hand. You send her a grateful smile “Thanks doll” you wink. You see Mary walk in and scan the room. You can only assume she’s looking for Stack, that poor girl. Sammie stops her a you chuckle interested to see how this goes. “Boy if you don’t get the fuck out of my face” Mary shoots at Sammie. You can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips and they both snap their heads in your direction. “Damn Sammie you gonna let my little sis talk to you like that?” You give him a pat on the back, “Mary you remember little Sammie don’t you? You better be careful with your language his dad’s a preacher, remember?” Surprise takes over her expression “Little preacher boy Sammie?” She gasps and Sammie rolls his eyes at the two of you. You shove her “I can’t believe the twins knew you were here before your own sister!” You exclaim. She rolls her eyes at you but ignores the remark and turns her attention back to Sammie, “Sammie? Like little Sammie? You old enough to drink now?…cmon let me buy you a drink.” She pulls him to the bar as you make your way to the dance floor and you let the music take over your body. You find yourself forgetting where you are and getting swept up in the sweet sounds of Slim’s song.

Slim finishes his set and introduces you and Sammie to join him. You’re excited to play with the boy you’ve heard so much about. You start playing the music and immediately you feel it overtake you. The song explodes from your lips and your voices begin to intertwine together. Every person in the joint is on their feet and dancing as the energy of the music flows through them all. The building almost feels like it’s in flames from how alive it is. Sammie and your voice blend together like sweet honey and for a moment you think there could be some possibility of you making a career of this. Singing is what you loved to do, it tells a story and brings people together. You thought you had long let go of your desire for this but doing it tonight reignited that spark that you know will never really leave you. You and Sammie perform quite well together and you hope to yourself that this isn’t the last time you get to sing together. He has a passion for music that is rare and infectious and you just want to surround yourself with it. You finish the song and you are sweating the high of the song still lingering on your skin like a buzz. You and Sammie thank the audience together and you look at Sammie, who is quite distracted by Pearline’s gaze. “Why don’t you go make a move on her preacher boy, she’s giving you the eyes.” You wink at him. “You really think so?” He smirks at you. You laugh “Oh yeah. Go get her.” You pat him on the back and leave him to it chuckling. You go to grab a drink, you look around at everyone enjoying themselves, you knew the twins could throw a successful party but this was something else. Your eye stops when it sees Stack, standing by a closed door and covering his smirk. “What the hell are you doing?” You ask walking up behind the man. He shushes you and pulls you toward the door. “Preacher boy’s gettin some lickin,” he whispers with a smirk. You have to cover your mouth at the sound you are hearing through the door “damn he works fast,” you chuckle “good for him” you nod your head In approval. Stack laughs and leaves to find Mary you assume and you go to check on Cornbread since you have nothing better to do. You regret coming to this party without a date.

You walk up behind Cornbread and see three white folks walking up to the door. “What the hell” You whisper concerned to Cornbread. “Get the twins he says to Slim as the white folks begin to get closer. “Hey there!” He looks at you and smiles “Darlin” he winks in your direction. The man is attractive, you don’t know what it is about him that is pulling you in. His gaze is locked on yours intensely and you have to hide the blush that tries to creep up on your face at his forwardness. Of course this doesn’t go unnoticed by him and you can see the smirk that creeps onto his face. But when your eyes drift to his companions you are filled with anxiousness, they are eerily quiet and something about them makes you uneasy. “Good evening. How may I help you folks?” Cornbread asks politely but you can see the suspicious look on his face, you don’t like the looks of this at all and you hope the twins hurry their asses up and get her. The man chuckles at Cornbread’s question, “We heard tale of a party. Drink, food, blues music and the like.” Cornbread looks at you with concern and then back to the group “You did?” You ask suspiciously. The man nods “We like to drink Darlin, we happen to be musicians and we walked here so we hungry as dogs.” The man behind him chimes in “Woof woof” in a joking manner and the girl laughs at this but their mannerisms are seriously creeping you out. “You wouldn’t mind us coming in now would you?” Cornbread stops them “Uh I think y’all in the wrong place.” The woman chuckles “What makes you say that?” She questions.

Finally you see the twins coming to handle this situation and you let out a sigh. “You fellas must be the owners of this establishment.” The twins look at him suspiciously and Smoke speaks up “That’s right, and you are?” The man quickly responds “name’s Remmick, this here is Joan and Burt” he gestures to his companions. Sammie joins the group that has gathered at the entrance “Hey Stack y’all alright?” But before Stack can offer a reply to the boy Remmick is interrupting “ Oh you, you must be that voice I heard from out here. Oh it was beautiful.” The woman chimes in from behind him “Goddamn beautiful voice.” and the man adds “even through these walls.” God they are really starting to creep you out. “And who was the lovely lady singin with you?” Remmick asks. “That was me” You speak up but eye the man suspiciously. His gaze locks back to yours, your gaze doesn’t intimidate him, instead he just smirks “Oh of course Darlin, with a face like that you gotta have a beautiful voice to go with it. I could have listened to you all night long.” You don’t miss the suggestive tone he sends with the remark and your face heats up, but you bite your lip to hide your reaction. Smoke interrupts sending a threatening glare towards the man, “Where y’all from?” He asks suspiciously. The woman chimes in “Just down the road.” Something about their story doesn’t add up and everyone can sense it. “And how far is that?” Stack adds. “North Carolina,” Remmick replies. You and Smoke make eye contact, and he continues to question the white folk “Y’all klan?” He says taking a drag from his cigarette. Remmick snaps his head up in surprise at the question and shakes his head, “Sir, we believe in equality. And music, just came here to play, spend some money, have a good time.” He stutters at the question a bit but for some reason you believe that part of his story. You just can’t figure out what they are actually here for. “Here I’ll show you,” he continues and the they pull out their instruments and start playing. They aren’t bad at all Stack even starts dancing a bit to the song but you are still suspicious and you can see that Stack is too. “Hold on,” Stack cuts off their song and Remmick seems a bit unhappy with that “Wha- It was just about to get good.” Smoke replies “I believe you. But this here a Juke Joint.” and Stack chimes in from beside him “Blues Music.” The man from behind Remmick speaks up “We have money and we ready to spend it with you.” And Remmick adds annoyed at the twins “We sounded damn near perfect and you saying we ain’t welcome?” Smoke cuts the man off “No I’m saying you get down that road and you get back into town. Plenty of white barrel houses down there.” Remmick scoffs at the man “Oh this is cause we’re” he gestures to the color of his skin “alright.” You see Remmick look towards Mary and then towards you, you swallow nervously, knowing how this looks to him. “How’d they get in?” He questions pointing towards you and Mary. You’re about to spit a remark back at the man when Annie interrupts “They here cause they family.” Remmick looks suspiciously at you, “family?” He doesn’t seem satisfied with that answer. “Can’t we just, for one night, just all be family.” You’re standing in the doorway and he inches dangerously close to you as he says this. In the corner of your eye you see Smoke reach for his gun and the man backs up from you, “You don’t need to do that Sir, We’ll be on our way.” He slowly starts backing up and then speaks up again, looking directly at you this time. “But we’re gonna walk real slow, just in case y’all change your mind.” He winks at you and then turns his back. “Y’all have a nice night.” Stack calls to the group.

“They gave me the willies.” Annie says with an anxious look on her face. You chime in “Yeah something about them just wasn’t right” You smirk and then continue “That Remmick guy was kind of charming though.” Mary scoffs at your comment “Y/N you just think that because he was totally giving you the eyes.” She shoves you playfully. “No he wasn’t..was he.” Stack laughs at you “Definitely, but don’t do anything stupid Y/N, he’s not good enough for you.” You roll your eyes at the man always acting like your protective brother. Smoke brings the conversation back to topic, “You think they brought company?” You shake your head “I doubt it.” And Stack adds “We got enough pepper on us if they did.” Smoke replies “Shit we forgot the trunk” and the boys begin arguing about who was supposed to remember it. You break up their argument “Y’all don’t need the trunk, there was just three of them.” And Stack adds “Now listen to me, what if they just came to sing.” Smoke argues back “And what if somebody spilled something on em, step on they shoes, look at they woman a bit too long. We gonna have a bigger problem than just a fight.” You know he’s right. “Don’t let them in” He adds to Cornbread.

After that the party went back to being normal, the three white folks didn’t pose a big enough threat to ruin the night and you knew the twins could easily take them. You couldn’t get that man out of your head though. His intense gaze and the way it lingered on you, the suggestive comment he made to you, something about him was intoxicating to you. You looked out the window and saw the three folks still playing music outside, he intrigued you and you wanted to know more, but you also didn’t trust him. What were they doing out here at this time of night and how did they hear about the Juke Joint anyways, it was all suspicious to you. But you had to know. You saw stack from across the joint and made your way to him “Give me your gun,” you demanded with your hand out. He looked at you surprised by the demand, “What the hell do you need that for Y/N?” You roll your eyes at his arguing, “I’m gonna go out there and see what those folks really want, and find out how much money they have.” You say persistent. “Hell nah.” He scoffs at you and you are getting irritated at his resistance. “Listen Stack, you and I both know that you need money cause you ain’t got a lot left to spend.” His stone look changes to one of surprise, “yeah it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out, and lets be honest those folks aren’t gonna tell you you anything but I think I can get him to talk for me.” You say smirking and Stack knows exactly what you mean, he shakes his head. “Ain’t no way I’m letting you go out there and do that.” You roll your eyes “I’m not gonna have sex with him, I’m just gonna seduce him a little until I get the information I need from him. And also I don’t need your approval I’m going out there whether I have your gun or not.” He looks at you and knows you wont budge, the two of you are both stubborn but he knows he will always lose the fight. He pulls out his gun and places it in your palm, you slide it under your dress and attach it to your undergarments. “Thanks.” You turn and walk away. “Be careful.” He calls to you and you roll your eyes at his concern.

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ippilulu · 23 hours ago

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what does a golden boy do when he fails? - a Caleb fic

a/n: I'm getting into a bad, bad habit of writing Caleb fanfic whenever life troubles me for longer than usual. Anyways ya girl's graduating and job hunting is stressing me outtt This is inspired by Caleb's 'Pathless Realm' anecdote, and I'm sure I speak for all Caleb girlies when I went 'uhhh Caleb what' when I read this bit. And then the pain of theorising what he'd been through in the lab hit again. Infold when I catch you infold

Caleb tread lightly, his laughter cutting through the nervous chatter that surrounded them- yet another joke of his had fallen flat. If it were not the moment that it was, perhaps the joke may have seen a different fate, but for now all it did was cut a path through the crowd that allowed him to easily get to the front- where the scores of their final tests were there for all to see. He looked from the top, his easy smile tightening as he realised his name was first.

But that wasn't what caught his attention.

As others realised the same truth, the chatter grew louder, now accompanied with stares and fingers pointing at him. Not because of him coming first (which may as well have been a universal truth at this point), but because his scores were perfect across the board, except for one- where he'd failed so horribly it may as well have been on purpose.

Gideon came from behind him, hitting him on the shoulder. "Hey man, did you decide to give a chance to the rest of us too by flunking your mental health evaluations or something? You could have atleast seemed like you'd tried, ya know..." The nervousness of the crowd dissipated into laughter, and Caleb smiled along, nodding and shrugging. "Something came up that day, so I missed the test. Not like I did it on purpose." "Sure, sure, our star cadet could never have failed anything after all!" The laughter became louder, Caleb's smile brighter.

He quickly excused himself, saying that he needed to share his scores with his family. But as soon as he was alone, he frowned at his screen, a mail icon blinking up at him innocently.

'Caleb Xia, you are recommended to sit for a re-evaluation of the mental health examination. This includes:

10 sessions with a mental health counselor

1 session with your academic counselor

A final retest at the end of the sessions

Please report to your academic counselor at the earliest to discuss further details.

Onward and upward!

DAA Adminstration'

What bothered Caleb wasn't the fact that he'd failed (although it did sting quite a bit- after all, he was the star cadet who effortlessly got everything he wanted- something he took pride in even if he always made it seem otherwise), but that he didn't know why he failed. Every other subject he just needed to memorise the text, memorise the angle or the signal or whatever it required and he'd be set. And his practicals were even easier, his Evol and general... himness making it almost effortless. But mental health... all he had to rely on was himself. And that scared him a bit the day of the exam, but he'd shrugged- How bad could it be?

Looking at his grand score of 0/100, apparently- very, very bad.

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"Caleb, we know you're not the type of student to do these things on purpose. You've been taking your academics very seriously from the start... so what happened here? Why did you choose to write..." His counselor pushed his answer sheet between them, gesturing at his handwriting. He glanced at the question on top of it- 'What do you consider to be the greatest challenge during flight missions?' Below it, he'd written- "It's hard to get home on time."

Caleb took a deep breath, remembering Gideon and Patrick's reactions to his answers. He'd joked around at the time, trying to make it seem a smaller deal than it was, but this bothered him quite a bit.

It was obvious, after all- if he asked someone, Hey, what are the right answers for this one?- he'd get weirder looks and possibly attention he'd rather do without.

"I'm... I'm deeply sorry for this, Professor. I think I'd fallen ill that day... But still, I'll make sure not to repeat this again."

The older lady nodded, her face softening. "Caleb, you're a good kid- you've had your head on straight all this time. But if you ever need help..." Her eyes swam with concern.

Caleb chuckled, tilting his head at an angle that would belie lightheartedness. "That's awfully sweet of you, Professor! But I'm alright, honest. If I ever do need anything though, you'll be the first I come to, I swear."

She laughed softly and gestured him out of her office, assuring him he didn't need to bother with the re-evaluation if he truly didn't feel like it- after all, it didn't even count towards their scores. Plus, one would be hard-pressed to find someone as dedicated to their studies and ambitions as Caleb, so it was all rather unnecessary.

Caleb was relieved as he walked out. Now he wouldn't need to ask Gideon any weird questions that'd make him more concerned, nor would he have to face the test and what it represented once again- that both of them had left something behind in that lab. She, with her multiple deaths and short lives, and him... apparently with what made him human.

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"Caleb! You're coming home soon, right? I promised all my friends I'd treat them to your braised chicken wings..." He laughed, shaking his head to get rid of his thoughts. "Aren't I the one who'd be making them? How come you're already treatin' people to it?" She whined, and he hid his smile as he walked into the sun. "Caleb, you dummy! Weren't you the one who said you'd be my personal chef last year? This is the least I can do, then. Hmph." "Sure, sure. Whatever you say, pipsqueak. All you miss is my food, I've got the memo."

"I..." Caleb saw his friends wave to him, and he nodded to them, almost missing her soft voice. "Hmm?" "I... I miss you more. Come back home soon, dummy." She quickly cut the call, and he looked at her contact photo- a picture of him and her together, clicked last year when they'd gone to the amusement park- before keeping his phone back inside. Like instinct, his fingers grabbed the dog tag she'd gifted him, touching it to his lips softly like a prayer- before he let it fall back in its usual place.

There was no need to bother with the mental health evaluation scores. It's not like they'd help her if they were better. He was already her perfect Caleb, and that was what he'd continue to be, mental health be damned. He'd manage, as he's always been... Even if it was getting harder.

All he needed to do was become stronger.

Just as he'd always been.

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curly-fry-3 · 12 hours ago

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hey bestie!

i don’t know if you’re doing requests rn but i thought i’d throw this out there.

i had an idea for dad!dean and daughter!reader where reader falls asleep in the back of the impala and dean carries her inside. maybe dean gets a big nostalgic about how he did it when she was little. everything else is totally up to you!

constantly in awe of you and everything you write, thank you!!! <3

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summary𖦹 You fall asleep in the car and Dean cant help but reminisce

pairing𖦹 Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader

word count𖦹 565

notes𖦹 I just saw the request you sent earlier today about Scoobynatural and I fear youre gonna have to wait a while for it cause I only like writing when ive gotten to that part in the show and ive just started season 10. Also thank you for the good vibes for my surgery, im just getting my wisdom teeth out so its nbd (also im gonna probably write your other request while im recovering) and I know I said I wasn't gonna be that active but I had to take advantage of the inspiration I got

It had been a long drive home after a long weekend of work, safe to say, Dean was tired. Apparently, you were too. He looked in the rearview mirror and turned the radio volume down when he noticed you racked out in the backseat. Street lights illuminate the inside of the car as he continues driving through the night.

When he pulls into the garage of the bunker, you're still out cold. He brings in your luggage and his duffle bag before checking on you again. You looked so peaceful. Your breathing was even and your face was relaxed–free of stress. It reminded him of when you were younger, when you didn't have the burden of knowing about the supernatural. Dean didn't want to disrupt your carefree state so–even though his back may hate him in the morning–he decided to carry you to your room just this once.

He carefully squats down to your level and slides his arms under your body, making sure he can support your weight. He slowly stands back up, you now in his arms princess style. You stir slightly and he pauses his movement, coaxing you back to sleep, “its ok sweetheart, i've got you”

You settle down, snuggling into the crook of his neck, and he smiles while looking down at you. Holding you like this made Dean reminisce on when you were a baby–when the only way he could get you to sleep was by cradling you into his chest. He carefully makes his way to your room when he remembers the times when you would sneak into his bed cause you couldn't fall asleep without him.

He kicks open your door and gently sets you in your bed, tugs your blanket over you, and grabs your favorite stuffed animal–the one he got you for your third birthday–and places it next to your head. He looks down at your sleeping figure, making sure you're comfortable, before kissing your forehead goodnight and whispering an “I love you” before leaving the room and letting you rest.

Looking at you tonight, so still and unburdened, made Dean wish that he could go back to when you were younger–when you didn't have to wonder if he would make it home safe that night. He misses when you would come to him for everything. Sure, you would still bug him like a toddler–and it's not like you two aren't very close–but he liked it when he was always the first one you looked to when you needed help.

Dean makes it to his room and puts on more comfortable clothes before getting into bed. After he gets comfortable in the sheets and starts drifting off, he hears his door opening and shuffling coming from the other side of the room. His hand goes to the gun hidden under his pillow until he hears you whisper a faint “Dad? Are you still up?”

His hand moves away from his weapon and he turns towards you. “Yeah sweetheart, is something wrong?”

You awkwardly stand there, holding your stuffed animal, and look at your feet bashfully, “Can I sleep with you tonight?”

Dean pulls back the covers, inviting you in with a smile “Just this once” He responds, knowing that this won't be the last time. Even though you're growing older, you're still just his little girl, and he could never say no to that request.

sorry for any typos

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meowmaymeow · 18 hours ago

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Carnal desire

It all starts with a touch. You can feel the heat on your fingers as soon as you touch Rafayel. Clouded fuzzy mind, half-closed eyes, heavy breathing and... a strange flicker? Dozens of small lights merge and form a thin veil, with its outlines resembling membranes and fins, like an extension of his ears. His pupils fill with azure light, the gaze becomes more determined. "Are you sure you fully understand what you're asking for?" Tags: 18+, smut with little plot, mdni! afab! reader x Rafayel in heat!, oral (male recieving) Word count: 1187 a/n: first time ive written such smut and ig pt2 is up if this one wont flop.

Yes, you've heard about the nature of Lemurians, and Rafayel himself has told you a lot. History, traditions, culture, art... but there was also something else. You've noticed more than once that sometimes Rafayel disappears all of a sudden, doesn't answer any of your messages and calls, doesn't get in touch at all. And then he appears as nothing of that has ever happened, justifying himself by saying that he just needs to be alone. From month to month. The feeling of curiosity and sincere misunderstanding devoured you. What is the true reason for his sudden absence? What is he really hiding? There was something fascinating about this Lemurian man that made you step into this veil of mysteries and understatements. Something was happening to your lover, and it's your duty to understand, and if necessary, to help.

Filled with determination, you realized that this time you couldn't lose the chance to find out what truly was the cause behind Rafayel's absence in your life. It was not so difficult to get into the Mo Art Studio: the gate, as on any other day, was ajar. It seems that Rafayel still did not listen to your advice to take better care of his safety. Maybe Thomas would try to reason with him later.

The light of the moon's disc illuminated the artist's mansion, as if highlighting it and luring it even more. Luring you into the depths of the mysteries and secrets of Lemuria.

It's dark inside. Quiet. Not even a sound. Only moonlight strings shining through the glass of the tall windows in the workshop, illuminating the canvases and sculptures. It seemed that the owner of the mansion had gone away for a while, leaving the house unattended for, but ... a rustle?

— Rafayel! — panicking, you run up to your lover, who was lying senseless by the sofa. "Are you okay?" What's wrong with you? You went missing again, I was worried... Rafayel, answer me! — you try to lift him up by putting your arm around his shoulders and dragging him to the couch.

Something's wrong. Is there this strange heat and... fragrance coming from him? So pleasant, suspiciously familiar, charming.

— Rafael, come on! Answ–! — before you can finish your sentence, he grabs your wrist, restraining you and pulling you towards him.

— Why did you come? I told you, sometimes I just need to be alone… You don't understand. — for a moment it seems to you that a strange azure glow appeared in his eyes, but apparently the moonlight is playing tricks on you.

— Why do you say that? You obviously are sick! Please tell me, how can I help? — you say still trying to resist his grip.

— You don't understand what you're getting yourself into. And I don't want... I don't want you to see me like this. — his words are more like a plea. They do not repel, but warn. But from what?

— Please, I can see that something is wrong. And I can't watch the person I love disappear. Completely. He cuts off any contact with me, and then comes back as if nothing had happened. Rafayel, dear… I really want to help. — tears come to your eyes from a feeling of helplessness and loss.

— If you don't leave now, I'm afraid I won't be able to let you go. Ever. Your whole being, your whole nature attracts. And I can't. No. It can not happen.

You can feel the heat that radiated from his body starting to intensify. The whole studio seemed to have been transported to another dimension. The one where it was just the two of you. A myriad of lights began to swirl around Rafayel's outline, forming a thin veil resembling fins, like an extension of his ears. Remaining on the skin, the lights took the form of scales, sinking lower and lower, along the neck, along the back and arms. Yes, you've seen him like this before, but this is the first time you've seen him actually transform into his true form. The form of a brave and ancient creature.

— You don't understand what you're asking for. — his whisper echoes in your head. — You don't understand what you're agreeing to. — he nuzzles his head into your soft chest, inhaling that sweet fragrance of yours, as if he was yearning for it this whole time. His hands go feral, cupping your chin and digging his fingers into your delicate waist. — Don’t you dare leave me now, darlin’. I promise I won’t let you go until I make sure you are completely mine. Forever. Till the end of times. Only mine. — he whispers. — And don’t forget – this was your own decision from the very beginning. — you feel as waves of strange pleasure and arousal shiver down your back. That strange aroma from before fills your mind completely, slowly erasing all worries and thoughts away from your anxious mind.

— Rafayel, I… It’s hard to breathe… — you feel your mind drifting away, leaving only one thing behind – primal desire.

Grinding against each other, feeling the warmth and pleasure only from touching bodies – all your senses intensified, bringing that tingling feeling to the bottom of your stomach. You push yourself closer to him, pressing your chest against his, gently embracing your beloved. He’s hard, you can feel it. Sense even. His arousal is almost begging to be touched, to be enveloped by your love and adoration.

— Rafayel, it feels so strange… So hot here… I’m sorry… Please… — you murmur under your breath, slowly sinking lower until your lips are against his stomach. The fragrance of his body flips something inside you, bringing you to your primal nature. — Let me, I beg you, darling — the way those words escape from your soft lips leaves Rafayel senseless, desiring every bit of your precious body.

You begin to slowly unzip his pants, revealing a hot member, already glistening with arousal, silver strings of precum running down its length. Only the sight of it leaves your mouth drooling. You start with licking carefully its crimson red tip – his most sensitive part – and hear Rafayel’s breath become heavier. Moving down, you press your lips against his cock and start sucking, deepthroating and swallowing all of his salty precum, feeling as his member twitches under your touch. Both your hands placed on the inner side of his thighs, you reposition, making it easier for you to devour him completely, bringing this Lemurian to absolute ecstasy. The pain from his cock hitting your throat again and again transforms into pure pleasure, making you pick up the pace. From such an intense stimulation and the sight of your saliva dripping down his length, Rafayel doesn’t last long.

Loud moans echo through the room, thick pearly strings of cum fill up your mouth, making you roll your eyes from its sweet taste. You swallow every drop of it, making sure nothing is spilled and wasted, its warmth burning your insides. Not completely satisfied and wanting more, you place a gentle kiss on top of his still hard and red cock.

— I promised I would help. So why would anything stop me?

#lads #love and deepspace #lads rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #rafayel x you #rafayel x reader #rafayel smut #rafayel x mc #lnds smut #lnds x reader #lnds rafayel #love and deepspace x reader #lads smut #rafayel in heat #lads x reader #lnds #love and deep space

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misamoresanfield · 2 days ago

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I didn't wanna talk about it earlier but i just wanted to say something quick. This is going to be long so im sorry and pls scroll if its too much, I understand. I need to rant and idc how many ppl disagree with me.

Its weird to see how much he changed over the last few years. He used to be (or portray himself to be) a boyhood liverpool fan who wanted to captain the club and be here forever. He was humble and kind. Recently, he seems to be more egotistical and fame hungry. This is obviously from a outside perspective since I dont know personally and never will and will never be in a position to say what kind of person he is first hand. But the change in behaviour hes shown is sad to see.

I knew he was gonna leave because it was SOO obvious, but now that he's confirmed it himself, it just makes me more disappointed and frustrated at him. He talks about "wanting a new challenge" but is going to a team who constantly wins trophies and he knows that it wont be challenging for him to win them. There's no challenge in real madrid. The only thing is the bunch of egos and entitlement. Madrid is one of the best teams itw but it hurts to see how hes gone about the situation to join them

He says it was a hard decision but has been talking to them sneakily for 2 years (apparently). If that's true, why do interviews saying that you want to stay at the club forever and that "it means more" when you're planning to leave us on a free to win trophies that are meaningless at madrid? Like- it doesn't make sense.

Hes leaving on a free to join a team who doesn't even want him enough to pay for him but thats what madrid do. And yes, you can say they did the same to Mbappe but he was going through an unfortunate situation at psg and Trent could've easily gotten the club money if he really loves us as he says he does.

If after everything that we've been through as a club he wants to leave then by all means go and do what you want in madrid. It is what it is. We have Bradley and will sign another RB. We'll miss his creativity, his passes and his abilities but we were okay when better players have left, we'll be okay without Trent.

When the anger goes away, hopefully I'll be able to maybe understand the situation better from his perspective but idk- I don't get why he would leave his boyhood club that he dreamed of retiring at previously for the "challenge" of winning trophies every season at a club that doesn't even rate him like that. As I've said before in another post, madrid fans will never treat him the way we did considering the fact that we had a connection with him that madrid fans never will.

It's just sad to see really- but it is what it is ig

#trent alexander arnold #liverpool fc #Im sad and angry #but it is what it is

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mooflat · 1 day ago

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Is Every Member of the Fellowship a Virgin?

Based on a discussion with a friend who believes they all are, ranked from “Definitely Never Fucked” to “Contender for Having Fucked.”

Let’s begin.

Legolas

According to LaCE, this one is definitely a virgin. One of two characters my friend and I agreed on right off the bat. Doesn’t get clearer than Tolkien telling us unmarried elves are virgins.

Aragorn

Raised by elves, presumably with elven standards, and engaged to an elf for like half a century? Almost certainly a virgin. Two of two my friend and I agreed on. Doesn’t seem like young Aragorn had the opportunity or inclination to get with anyone before he met Arwen.

Gandalf

Look. LOOK. I know there’s a strong argument to make that as a Maiar he is probably not having kids given what a big deal that was for them, but I fully subscribe to the Tumblr head canon that Gandalf fucked a Took. You just don’t have the relationship Gandalf has with Pippin without some aspect of “I am responsible for this” involved there. Granted, this is thin evidence, so here he is below Aragorn.

Gimli

Given how few dwarves seem interested in things besides their craft, it seems likely - though NOT IMPOSSIBLE - that Gimli is a virgin. He never marries and never shows inclination to marry (aside from his quasi-marriage to Legolas). Was he ever interested in a dwarf woman? Feels unlikely. But nothing ruled out here.

Boromir

Here’s where my arguing got out of hand. I think Boromir has had sex based fully on vibes. HOWEVER, there is some strong evidence that Numenorians followed the same customs as the Eldar and would not have had sex before marriage. Boromir is also canonically in love with his city, and explicitly no one else. But a man cannot sleep with a city and you’d think at some point during all that fighting and war and repression this man would want to get laid??

Pippin

All right, here we get to the Hobbits, my main point of contention for “they can’t all be virgins.” BUT, of the Hobbits, Pippin is the only one who has not come of age, so he is here at the top of the Hobbit list.

Sam

Sam has a whole-ass life in the Shire as a grown-up. He has had relationships. In the book, he says something about how the Cottons have been waiting for him to ask Rosie to marry him and were baffled when he instead took off with Frodo. I think Sam has done some stuff.

Frodo

Another grown-up with a whole life doing stuff, and this one seems given to having done whatever he wanted until he went off with the Ring. Hard for me to imagine this guy NEVER had a relationship that involved sex.

Merry

How did Merry wind up as the most likely candidate for having had sex? Honestly, I don’t know. He checks a lot of my boxes for feeling modern as a character - fairly savvy, big “responsible” vibes, from money, and without a ton to do all the time. Apparently I think some portion of Merry’s pre-quest life involved sex.

What do you think?? Is it possible they are all virgins? Have I missed evidence? How many repressed urges does the Fellowship collectively have per day? Seems like a lot.

#lotr #lord of the rings #boromir #aragorn #gandalf #gimli #legolas #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #pippin took #merry brandybuck

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thistlerock · 3 days ago

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Do you ever think about Ragh coming home after prom to his mother, whom we know loves him so dearly, and telling her that Dane hit him when he admitted he was in love.

Do you ever think about how angry Lydia was that someone would hurt her baby

How sad she was that her Ragh, who is such a sweet person by nature, was made into someone mean by Dane, because he loved him, and got punched for loving him

Do you ever think about how worried Lydia was when she heard that Gorgug kissed Ragh, sacred that maybe this would be just another heartbreak?

Do you ever think about Lydia meeting Gorgug, seeing the boy that made her son smile again, that is so loving and caring and only wants the best for his friends, who (maybe) isn't in love with her son but still wants Ragh to be happy

getting anon asks like this is like if someone did a drive-by on me but instead of shooting me they threw an envelope containing a beautiful sonnet at me, disappearing before I could catch a glimpse of them. sweet promises weaved into beautiful poetry, printed on pages of perfectly folded paper now resting in my lap. I read it over and over again and I feel like I could weep. of joy? of sorrow? I don't know. tangible proof of a great bard in my hands but no way to find them. no way to even search. will they return to grace me with more one day? or will I be left yearning, occasionally hearing soft whispers on the wind? I can only wonder. I can only think to myself, please, come back. Finish that thought coME BACK PL EASE WAIT you can't JUST L EAVE AFTER T HAT I NEED TO CRY AT YOUR DOORSTEP NOW ???? HOW WILL I CRY AT YOUR DOOR STEP IF I DONT KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE

but ye a YEAH I think about them. A lot. I think Lydia didn't know much about Dayne while he was alive because 1) Ragh didn't exactly. Tell. (On SOME level he like. Knew? That he was being a bully and it was shit? And felt bad but that wasn't exactly at the forefront.) And she didn't want to pry? But also 2) this woman's health was. Declining. And she barely had time to keep up with Ragh's school and social life (which I think. Haunts her. That moment when disability doesn't only make you miss out on your life but also your loved ones. HAUNTING. Must be worse when it's your child and you on some level feel like you failed them. Ahaha. Who said that that's crazy.) but that just meant when it all came out she was like. What the fuck?? Oh my god?? PLUS. PLUS. RAGH WAS ACTIVELY BEING GROOMED INTO WEIRD CULT BULLSHIT. BY COACH DAYBREAK. HE WAS AT THIS GUY'S HOUSE??? APPARENTLY??? Lydia finding out about all of this ready to kill. Kill who? Idk man just kill. The WORST things were happening to her son and she had no idea!! Her baby :(

So when he was like. "Oh yeah but don't worry Gorgug grabbed me and kissed me after hitting me really hard and that got me to get my shit together!" I'm SURE she had her concerns. I'm sure she's wary at first. It must be weird, idk. But then Gorgug is the sweetest kid in all of Spyre!! And it's just. Oh. Maybe he's found something good? He deserves to have found something good. </3

#your house is your blog in this comparison #crying at yo ur door step is. your askbox. and a follow. truly I am a poet #asked and answered #dimension 20 #fantasy high #ragh barkrock #lydia barkrock #thistlerock #<- KIND OF but I only get to use that tag rarely . ok . taking any chance I can get

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dawn-iscozy · 3 days ago

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“ like a cat in a sunny spot ” ♡ vii ♡

SERIES PLAYLIST: “ swim ” - chase atlantic ♡ “ honey (are u coming?) ” - maneskin ♡ “ the summoning ” - sleep token ♡ “ soft spot ” - keshi ♡ “ bubbly ” - colbie caillat ♡ “ kiss me ” - ed sheeran ♡ “ cotton candy ” - yungblud ♡

SERIES WARNINGS: poly, eventual ot8, named oc - “Rora”, derived from “Aurora” (soooooo original, I know), who is basically a self-insert (i’m still on the brink of denial about it). loooots of nicknames/pet names, and even more as the fic progresses (if you read the “a little warmth in winter” you’ll know most of the names already 🤭). things move pretty quickly in this, and it may stray vaguely into soulmate au territory but, like, I’m a sucker for these men and for the way I’ve written them and I just can’t stop.

apologies in advance if the timeline doesn’t make any sense, I’m going purely on vibes and my affection for these 8 men. idk if it deserves a warning, but scents are mentioned a lot in some parts and kinda littered through the rest of the fic (using scent profiles from a perfume/fragrance site that has a line of scents called “Smells Like a Hug From Ateez” and very limited knowledge of fragrances the members may have previously used/just the vibes they give off)

WORD COUNT: 6.1k

ADDITIONAL WARNINGS: food, woo in the kitchen (yes, this needs a warning), hongjoong thighs, hongjoong eyebrow slit, woo is unbearably horny 24/7 apparently, and joong knows a few ways to control him, kinda mxm but not really?? (joong kinda degrades woo and woo likes it, but we been knew), tears-ish, spicy-ish pictures, lots of affection, alcohol consumption (just barely), big group discussion, polyam relationship discussion/negotiation, safe word discussion (it’s very to the point and unrealistic, probably, but i have no experience with anything like this and it’s fiction soooooo)

TAG LIST: @kaleigh-2002 (if anyone else wants to be added, drop a comment or a message and i'll gladly add you!)

♡ 18+ - no smut, but still MDNI ♡

vii: cooking something up

Wooyoung didn’t give her time to be nervous, shoving a few bags into her hands and ushering her inside the building. Nobody was even there, yet. Not even the ones who inhabited the apartment were there, the lights off and the atmosphere entirely too quiet. Hongjoong flipped on the lights as they all walked inside, and she toed off her shoes, looking around at the apartment that she hadn’t even realized she missed. And it was so weird that she missed being there. Right? She had only been there one other time. Granted, it was basically for a whole weekend, but she shouldn’t have held any form of emotional connection with the place. Yet, as soon as she walked through the door, she was flooded with comfort.

Rora wasn’t sure how to make sense of it, but she decided not to question it any further. Instead, basking in the feeling, allowing herself to enjoy it as she walked further into the apartment on socked feet. The bags in her hands rustled, a reminder that she was in the middle of something, and she turned to stare at Hongjoong and Wooyoung as they slipped out of their respective shoes.

There was a grin plastered on Wooyoung’s face, one so bright she couldn’t help but mirror it. “I thought someone would be here, at least,” she said, following behind Woo as he walked past her to the kitchen. “But I’m kinda glad everyone is gone.”

“Are you nervous, sweetheart?” Wooyoung asked, setting the bags in his hands on the counter and then doing the same with her own. A body pressed in beside her, more bags rustling as a hand with black painted nails reached around her to set them beside the others. Warmth flooded the side of her face, Hongjoong’s breath brushing passed her ear before he stepped back.

She tried to ignore it, tried to ignore the thrumming of her heart in her chest at the move. “Yeah,” she admitted.

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about,” Hongjoong piped up.

“Correct,” Wooyoung said, busying himself with getting everything out of the bags. He looked up at her, pretty eyes locking with hers, wide and sincere. “There really is nothing to worry about. But I can understand why you might be feeling anxious. It’s going to be a big talk, you’re meeting lots of new people, and it's only been a short amount of time. It’s a lot of change.”

Hongjoong snorted, and she felt him lean against the counter behind her, his arm brushing against her back just enough to send a jolt up her spine. “You sound like Seonghwa,” he murmured. He shifted behind her, and she turned around to see him lifting himself to sit atop the counter. His legs spread as he got comfortable, and his knee brushed against her arm.

“Who do you think I learned it from?” Wooyoung laughed, wrapping his arms around her waist to set his chin on her shoulder. “It’s almost word for word how he helped me calm down when I was deciding whether or not to apply for the dance instructor position at work all that time ago. Don’t tell him that, though.”

She hummed, taking in the sight of Hongjoong in front of her and the feeling of Wooyoung pressed against her. His thighs looked so strong. Supple. She wondered what it would feel like to stand between them, to knead her fingers into them, to nip and nibble at them. Painted nails tapped on the counter just beside them, stopping only when they swept along the surface so that Hongjoong could recline back.

Wooyoung hummed also, straightened up to wrap his arms around her shoulders instead, head leaning against hers as he inspected his friend. “You look good up there, Joong,” he said, his words rumbling right into her ear. “You gonna stay up there the whole time?”

“Not if you want me to,” Hongjoong said, leaning fully back on his hands, his head tilting back even as he was looking down at them. It did wonders for his features, sharpening them, his eyes looking fierce from the angle and the makeup rimming them, drawing her in immediately.

“I want a lot of things. For example, her,” he bit at her ear as he spoke, and she yelped in surprise. “I don’t care if you stay there or not. Just don’t be surprised if my knife slips in your direction a time or two.”

Wooyoung paused, and she felt his gaze on her. He chuckled. “It seems she might want you to stay there, though,” he said, fingers coming up to slide along her jaw teasingly.

Rora shivered. “He looks good up there,” she said, looking away from both of them.

Hongjoong sent her a smile that just about bordered on cocky when she glanced up at him again, a brow ticking up behind his glasses. The move brought her attention to a fading x there, caused the shadow on his lids to glitter in the kitchen lighting. “Thanks, love,” he said, head tipping down just slightly so that he could maintain eye contact with her, and she was left breathless.

Wooyoung snickered and stepped away from her. “Well, eyes away. It’s time to start cooking. We have a lot of food to make, and we don’t need any accidents happening in the meantime.”

So, they did. Hongjoong continued to sit on the counter, playing music from his phone and occasionally pulling them into a conversation. It was nice, and she even worked up the courage to lean her head on one of his thighs when she took a moment to bend over the counter. Initially, she was stretching her back, still a little tight from her period, even if it had already ended. But she also was enjoying his warmth, the soft firmness of his thigh beside her then beneath her cheek.

His hand came down to brush her hair back almost absentmindedly, eyes looking up briefly from his phone, head tilting in question as he lifted the device. “Can I take a picture?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, unable to stop the smile of appreciation from growing on her face even as his gaze locked back on his phone.

“Can I share them?” His fingers repeated the motions of smoothing her hair, and her eyes fluttered closed at the motion, breath puffing from between her lips as she let herself relax into the situation.

“Yeah,” she breathed.

The soft moment, however, was interrupted by the sudden playing of a rock song, causing her to jump up and away from Hongjoong. They made eye contact, and both burst into giggles at having been startled.

Wooyoung made a noise of disapproval, hand swatting at her behind lightly. “Quit slacking off,” he admonished, though he was laughing, too.

“Don’t spank me,” Rora whined, moving back to her spot beside him.

“Like you don’t like it.”

“That’s not the point,” she murmured, cheeks burning as she focused on chopping the rest of the vegetables Wooyoung put in front of her.

Hongjoong laughed. “He will fully bend you over this counter, spanking should be the least of your worries.”

“Now that you mention it,” Wooyoung said, voice breathy and teasing.

Her heart leapt into her throat when his hand pressed against the back of her neck until her chest met the counter, his other hand on her lower back, hips pressed tight against her ass. “It would be pretty fun, no?” he asked, voice rumbling right into her ear as he leaned over her. “Bend you over right next to Hongjoong, fuck you before the others get here. Leave you dripping with my cum for the rest of the afternoon. What do you think?”

“Youngie, there’s literally a knife in my hand right now,” she said, but her voice was breathless. Needy, even.

“Kinky,” he chuckled, nuzzling at her jaw.

Rora turned her head to look up at Hongjoong, eyes large and pleading, prickling like there may be tears trying to build up. She blinked and found that her lashes were wet. She whined, a small, pitiful sound from the back of her throat as Hongjoong’s eyes raked over her and Wooyoung, phone raising in her direction once again. Her skin prickled at the sound of the shutter, burned under his gaze, and she was almost ready to say fuck it, to start begging Wooyoung to pull down her pants and pound her into the counter right next to his friend and his phone camera.

Hongjoong sighed when Wooyoung started rubbing himself against her, placing his phone down, eyes and shoulders rolling as if he were exasperated with the situation. She shivered. He looked good when annoyed. He looked even better when he sat up fully, braced himself to lean forward. His thighs spread and muscular forearm contracted to hold him up properly as he fisted the back of Wooyoung’s shirt and pulled.

She couldn’t see it fully, but she could hear the choked breath Wooyoung released as he was pulled off her back, could feel the press of something hard against her backside before she was left cold and wanting. She stood up straight, cheeks still burning as she turned to put her back to the counter.

“You really can’t just keep it in your pants, can you?” Hongjoong tsked, letting Wooyoung’s shirt go. “The food is going to burn if you don’t stop acting like a sex-starved mongrel,” he said, pushing Wooyoung back until he was back across the kitchen, at the stove. “And Yunho has dibs on her.”

“How would you know?” Wooyoung murmured, voice petulant even as a shiver worked through him. She watched, thighs fighting to stay steady, to not clench as she noted just how hard he was in his pants, how one of his hands was fisting and unfisting the material of his black jeans.

“You literally said it in the car earlier. Plus, I’ve been keeping the chat updated,” Hongjoong said, turning his phone screen to them. Her eyes caught briefly on a picture, her head resting on his thigh, those pretty hands in her hair, the black of his nails. Something about it made her heart stutter. Then another that quickly followed, of Woo pinning her across the counter, his arms flexing to keep her in place, hips arching into her ass, his dark hair falling free to frame the sharp features of his face. They were good pictures. In fact, she never knew she could look so good in pictures, could feel so sexy. Her gaze lingered even after Hongjoong turned his phone back to himself. “Mingi also says to keep your dirty paws off.”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, and turned away from them, going back to finish what they were doing. As they cooked and talked, the others finally started to trickle into the apartment. First came Yunho and Mingi, bags of desserts in hand. They put the treats away, pressed kisses to her cheeks, then went to sit in the living room. Yeosang came next, looking shy but brightening up when she greeted him. He pulled a disgusted face almost immediately after when Wooyoung tried to kiss his cheek. She was giggling at the two scuffling around the kitchen when Jongho came in, and he wasted no time in wrapping fully around her, chin on her shoulder as he watched Wooyoung torment Yeosang and Yeosang do little more than complain about it.

Rora was stirring the bubbling soup, Jongho still hanging from her frame, when the door opened for the last time. San’s wide shoulders came through first, his hand wrapped around a taller man’s wrist, tugging him into the apartment. The unknown man’s eyes darted around the space, and he paused when they fell on her. His eyes went wide, sparkling in the lighting of the apartment, glossy lips parting into a shy smile, cheeks dusted with pink. He was pretty. So fucking pretty. Long dark hair framed his face perfectly, curling behind his ears endearingly, bringing attention to his gorgeous eyes and softening his features, even as half of it was pulled back into a small ponytail. He was dressed in a simple sweater and baggy cargo pants, yet he looked equal parts cozy and elegant.

She must have been staring for a little too long, because Jongho cleared his throat and squeezed her a little tighter. She turned to him, noticing a devastating pout on his face. She giggled, unable to stop herself from squishing his cheeks together. “Jealous, bear?” she cooed.

He didn’t respond, just let her do whatever she wanted, letting his eyes drift over her face until she pulled away to focus back on the others. If her heart sped up under his perusal, that was only for her to know. The self-satisfied hum that vibrated his chest let her know that he, at least, knew too.

As she looked around, she caught Seonghwa giving her another shy glance, those pretty eyes sparkling under his lashes and lips spread into another devastatingly pretty smile, and he looked so adorable that she had to look away, turning in Jongho’s arms to hide her face in his neck. A whine was stuck in her throat and her cheeks burned as Jongho’s chest vibrated with silent laughter.

“Why are you suddenly so shy?” Wooyoung asked, pushing her away from the stove to take her spot, amusement dripping from each word. She peeked around Jongho’s shoulder to pin Wooyoung with a pout that had him laughing as he finished up the food. “You’ve been so bold this whole time, even with Hongjoong around. What’s changed?”

“Too many people?” Jongho suggested, hand smoothing down her back.

“Is Seonghwa too pretty to handle?” Wooyoung asked loudly, not giving her the time to reply, likely to fluster both her and Seonghwa in one go, the menace that he is. And it worked, dammit. Rora felt the warmth in her face as he glanced up from the stove, hands settling on his hips. “Color me jealous. You never flustered that easily for me,” he teased.

“Like you would give me the time to actually be flustered,” she quipped back with a playful roll of her eyes, like she wasn’t just flaring with enough embarrassment to power the whole apartment.

“Touché,” he murmured, taking the simmering food from the stove even as he pouted. He moved carefully, brushing by them and taking slow steps to the living room. He looked so comfortable and domestic, bending down to settle the pot atop a folded kitchen towel, his hair falling over his eyes as he did so. He looked beautiful in a way that made her want to kiss him silly.

Jongho’s soft laughter filled her ears, his breath puffing out over her cheek, and she leaned further into him. He hummed, nosing at her temple, letting his thumb brush over the nape of her neck as he shifted his hold on her, one arm around her waist, the other comfortably across her shoulders.

“Stop hogging her,” Woo butted in, walking by to grab some more food. “She’s supposed to be helping me with the food, not canoodling with you.”

She blew out an amused breath through her nose and untangled herself from Jongho’s hold. Spying the dishes stacked together on some shelves over the sink, she walked over to gather plates and bowls for everyone. Jongho trailed after her, helping her carry whatever else she couldn’t carry and some glasses to the living room.

San helped her settle the various bowls and plates on the table when she reached the living area, Seonghwa rising from the sofa to help Jongho with the cups in his hold. She stood back, unsure of where she was supposed to go, releasing a sigh of relief when Yunho grabbed her hand and coaxed her through the crowd of men. She brushed past them all, fingers laced with Yunho’s, glancing up when she stepped by Seonghwa. The smell of his perfume washed over her - something akin to a coffee shop that specializes in desserts but with a dark kick that had her hooked and curious. Sweet and warm and just a little spicy but soso comforting. She wanted to latch onto him and never let go.

Everyone gathered around as Wooyoung set the last dish on the table, squishing together in a way that might be uncomfortable to others but looked more than cozy and common for the group. Like the last time she was at the apartment, Rora found herself between Jongho and Yunho, shoulders brushing their own and her back against the sofa. San and Hongjoong sat on either end of the table. Mingi sat directly across from her, Seonghwa between him and Hongjoong and Wooyoung on his other side. Yeosang was squished in between San and Wooyoung, a playful annoyed look on his face as the two men smothered him with attention and pressed as close to him as they could.

She let herself relax, pulling her knees into her body, watching the others talk while Wooyoung served everyone. She grinned at him when he gave her a portion, the smells of the food finally settling in, her stomach tightening with hunger she hadn’t been aware she was feeling until just then.

They ate in relative silence, interrupted only by hushed questions for more of certain dishes or alcohol and murmured praises. When she was full, she leaned back into the sofa behind her, letting her head lean on Jongho’s shoulder, her drink balanced on her knee. He hummed at the touch, but remained nonchalantly eating his food. She didn’t mind, luxuriating in the press of his body against her own and the warmth that had begun settling in her chest from the alcohol.

“Are we gonna start this big talk or not?” Wooyoung asked when nearly everyone was done eating. Someone choked on a drink and upon discovering that it was Yeosang, several of the men sent Woo glares. He looked unrepentant at the abruptness of his question, rubbing Yeosang’s back briefly before leaning back on his hands, strong forearms supporting him as he looked around at everyone.

Yunho cleared his throat, phone in hand. “I made a list of questions to help the conversation along,” he said. His ears went red as everyone turned to him, and he shrunk back a bit at the attention. “What? Mingi and I did some research.”

The others jeered and joked at his expense, and he waved them away even as his ears went red. Hongjoong, thankfully, took mercy on him, hushing everyone back into relative silence with a simple raise of his hand and a cocked brow. She marveled at the relative control he had over them all, thinking back to how Wooyoung called him the dad of the group. She could only watch on in awe as he then waved at Yunho. “Get us started, Yun. What’s the first question?”

“What do we each want out of this?” Yunho asked. “I know that some of us aren’t really in the situation, and you may not want to be outside of becoming friends. Now is the time to speak up about these kinds of thoughts. Not knowing yet is also a valid response.”

“Pretty sure Joong wants in on all the fun,” Woo said.

“Am I supposed to feel called out?” Hongjoong asked, cocking an eyebrow at his friend. “Of course I want in.” His gaze fell on her, burning over her skin until she flushed and looked away from him, hiding her face in Yunho’s shoulder.

Yunho laughed, hand cupping the back of her head, fingers massaging her scalp. “Yeosang?”

“Yes,” Yeosang’s sweet voice filled the air, that adorable lisp warming her, even as she hid in Yunho.

“Yes?” Yunho prompted.

A soft sound filled the room, and she pictured his cheeks turning pink. “I’m okay with anything she wants,” he said, voice low. Shy.

“Wanna take you on a date, Sangie,” she said, peeking up at him from around Yunho’s frame. “Non-platonically.”

He giggled, a flustered smile taking over his face. “Okay,” he said, looking down shyly.

“Seonghwa?”

Silence filled the room again, and she turned to find Seonghwa looking at her, head slightly tilted, those eyes scanning over her with an intensity she wasn’t quite prepared for. Her brain stopped, and she could only blink stupidly at him as his expression morphed right into the sweetest smile she had ever seen.

“Let’s start with a date and see where it goes,” he said, rocking in his spot, side to side until he stilled himself with his hands on the coffee table.

She agreed, shrinking back into Yunho’s shoulder, causing everyone to laugh.

“What about a joint date?” Wooyoung said. “Yeo and Hwa can both get time with her, and it’ll get them both out of the way.”

“Me too,” Hongjoong piped up. “I wanna spend more time with her, too.”

“Do we all have time tomorrow?” Seonghwa asked.

Rora peeked out to see the three men looking between each other before looking at her. She giggled and nodded. “Sounds fun,” she said, wrapping her arms around one of Yunho’s. The fingers of his free hand pressed into her belly in retaliation, and she giggled, curling into herself at the ticklish feeling.

“Back on topic,” Yunho finally said. “Those who are already involved, I know this situation is still very new to everyone, but what would you want out of it? What expectations do you have?”

“I need communication,” San began. “And that comes from a need to establish mutual respect and trust. It’s the same with all the relationships I pursue - romantic, sexual, or platonic. I’m also quite affectionate and need intimacy with my partners, whether that be sexual or otherwise. The direction that this relationship goes is entirely up to you, darling. Just talk to me - talk to us - about it when you come to a conclusion, hmm?”

She nodded, preened under his soft smile and warm eyes.

“I very much want a romantic relationship out of this,” Woo jumped in next, gaze steady on her, dark eyes intense enough to have her cheeks flushing. “And I expect my partners to share my affections and to give me the same respect that I give them. I like to do things for my partners or give gifts. But I can struggle with receiving love and affection in the same ways that I offer them, so I need to know that I’m appreciated and that my efforts are appreciated in the relationship.”

Her heart thudded against her chest at his words, and she hoped he could see how appreciative she was for his openness. She smiled, nodded, even sent him a little air kiss that had his eyes crinkling at the edges.

No one offered anything after Wooyoung, and she sighed when collectively, they all looked at her. She fidgeted, pushed her fingers through her hair, straightened her back. “I don’t have any expectations that I can really put into words right now,” she said. “I just ask that we all understand and respect each other, and that we’re all kind about differences and when working through issues. Communication can be difficult for me, especially when the person I am trying to talk to is acting aggressively or yelling at me.”

A warm hand rubbed down the length of her arm when she stopped speaking, and she took a breath, willing her heart to steady as someone else began speaking.

“I sometimes need space, and I would prefer no unexpected visits into my space. But I also need quality time. Friends or otherwise, I want to be able to cherish the relationship and spending time with them is the best way for me to do that. We don’t have to do anything, just spend time together. Preferably romantically, but I’m also alright with a more casual friends with benefits, nameless type of situation.”

She nodded and sent Mingi a smile before letting her gaze drift to one of the men sitting beside her. His shoulders rolled back, and he straightened up as his other friends also turned to look at him. “Jongho?” she prompted lightly.

“I hate that all I can say is that I don’t know,” he murmured, and she placed a hand on his thigh. “I just ask for understanding and quality time, really.”

Her fingers squeezed the plush of his thigh lightly, and she leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek. “Of course, bear,” Rora murmured. “And if you think of anything else you need or a label you do or don’t want, just talk to us. Or me. Or anyone, hmm?”

He nodded, relaxed. “I think I do want something romantic,” he admitted lowly, his eyes wide as they took her in.

“I want that too,” she said, laughing when his cheeks went pink and he was suddenly avoiding her gaze.

The others cleared their throats, and she looked around to see them all suppressing smiles and laughter, their eyes filled with adoration for their youngest friend.

“Anyone have experience?” Yunho asked, tipping his head to press his cheek against her hair briefly.

She sat up, forcing herself to focus better on the conversation. The silence in the living room was loud, and she took a breath. It seemed she would have to be the first to talk this time. Someone cleared their throat, and she deflated in relief.

“I’ve dabbled,” Hongjoong spoke up.

Noises of disbelief filled the room. “Your jealous ass?” Wooyoung exclaimed

Hongjoong chuckled, raking a hand through his hair. “I know what I can and can’t offer my partners,” he said. “It’s been a while, but I’ve had an open relationship or two in the past. I never had many issues with it unless the communication wasn’t being prioritized. It was mostly my partners at the time seeking what I couldn’t offer to them when I was busy. But I…” he trailed off, wet his lips, ruffled his already messy hair with a sigh. “As Woo so aptly stated, I get jealous sometimes, and knowing what’s going on and what to expect really helps me work through that.”

“Would weekly meetings to discuss among ourselves be helpful?” Yunho asked lightly.

“I think so,” Joong breathed.

“We should work out some form of schedule or shared calendar,” San suggested. “That could help us work around everyone’s schedules and ensure no one is feeling left out or being pushed aside.”

She nodded her agreement, letting her eyes trail to him appreciatively. “I agree. A schedule or shared calendar would be incredibly helpful,” she said. “I want to get to know you all more, but I don’t want to feel like I’m offering someone more attention over another or for anyone else to feel like that’s happening.”

“We can have the meetings at the cafe,” Yunho suggested. “It’ll be a more neutral place to talk, and frankly, it has more space than any of our apartments.”

Murmurs of agreement filled the living room, and Yunho lit up with pride. “Anyone else with any experience?” His eyes fell on her, and she swallowed, nodded.

“I don’t have much experience with anything like this other than what’s already been happening. There was a threesome with a partner and friend at the time, and that was purely for sexual exploration. But when we branched into new relationship dynamics, it didn’t end very well for any of us.” She paused, cursing the alcohol in her system for bringing her emotions to the forefront, tears pricking behind her eyelids. She sniffled, shifting to wiggle into Jongho’s side, even as a hand stayed touching Yunho. “I’ve always been drawn to the idea of non-monogamy or exploring different relationships, but I haven’t had the opportunities to really do further exploration.”

Seonghwa smiled kindly at her from across the table. “This will give you all the opportunities to explore, then.”

She returned his smile. “I hope so,” she said.

“Well, everyone already knows that Sannie and I don’t mind sharing,” Wooyoung said. “We’ve never thought to actually date the same person, and we’ve never shared while one of us was exclusively dating someone.”

“I’ve thought about it before,” San said, looking over at his closest friend. “But I didn’t think my partner at the time or you would have been okay with it.”

“I’m down for almost anything, dude,” Wooyoung said, reaching around Yeosang to push San’s shoulder. “You should know this by now.”

San simply shooed him away, his cheeks pink but those devastating dimples on full display.

Mingi piped in before Wooyoung and San could start bickering. “Yunho and I have dated the same chick before,” he said casually.

The room went quiet, everyone looking at him, then at Yunho. “When?” Wooyoung asked incredulously. “How did none of us know about it?”

“A few years ago,” Mingi said with a shrug. “No one asked, so we didn’t tell. And she didn’t really wanna tell many other people.”

“Did research my ass,” Wooyoung scoffed.

“Technically, we did do research. Just didn’t say when or how we did it.” Yunho replied with a cheeky little smirk that she wanted nothing more than to kiss away.

“Okay, okay. Let’s circle back,” Hongjoong said before anyone could ask anymore questions. “We should probably discuss exclusivity and what it might look like to each of us.”

Yunho nodded. “That was actually the next question,” he said, putting his phone away. “I’m personally chill with anything, open or closed. But I’m more likely not to seek anything outside.”

Mingi made a sound of agreement, and looked at her. “What about you, doll?”

“I don’t think I’ll be doing anything outside this group, either,” she said, shyly. “It honestly sounds like too much work for me right now, especially with how new this whole thing is. And so far, I feel pretty fulfilled with what’s going on. But,” she paused for a moment, hands twisting together in her lap under the weight of the eight expectant gazes. She swallowed and forced herself to continue. “It’s worth mentioning that I do also like women and feminine-presenting people, and it could become something I want to explore further in the future.”

A murmur filled the room, and she looked up to see them all nodding at her words.

Jongho shifted beside her, and she turned to look at him. His brows were furrowed and his hands were in fists on his thighs. “I don’t think I would be comfortable with you looking outside of us, either,” Jongho said, voice soft and shy. He looked unsure of what he said, and she reached out to smooth one of his hands flat, folding hers over his own. “The idea of it is…I don’t like it.” He sounded more sure with that statement. “But I also think that given time and communication, I could…I don’t want it to feel like I’m holding you back from something you might need in the future.”

His words trailed off, and she pushed her face into his neck, kissing his jaw affectionately. “Don’t push yourself too hard, bear,” she murmured. “It’s not even a thought for me right now.”

He visibly relaxed at her words, his hand turning beneath hers to lace their fingers together.

“It would probably be best to start out with just us,” Hongjoong said.

“I agree,” Seonghwa said. “It’ll be easier to figure everything out first then come back to this later.”

“I agree, too,” San said.

Woooyoung and Yeosang made their own sounds of agreement, and Seonghwa nodded. “It’s been alluded to but not quite mentioned, but let's talk about them specifically and get them all out in the open. What are your boundaries? Again, as Yunho mentioned before, being unsure is okay and we can talk again at a later time or as things come up.” Seonghwa said, leaning forward on the table, pretty hands framing his beautiful features. “Rora? Do you want to start us off?”

“I mentioned it before but I can get overwhelmed without knowing it sometimes, and it has led to some less than desirable situations for myself and the people I care about. So, I do need to prioritize a bit of downtime for myself on occasion.”

Everyone nodded, and she bit her lip, eyes closing as she tried to formulate the words she needed to say next. “I also can’t do just sex,” she said, breathing deeply and refusing to be ashamed or embarrassed. Her needs were important, and they were all asking for them. Her needs were important to them. She took another breath and continued. “There doesn’t necessarily have to be romance attached, but I can’t handle absolutely no connection. And I need aftercare after sex. It can be as simple as cuddles or talking or even from someone else. I just need something from someone.”

Yunho’s arm came around her waist, and Jongho’s hand found her hair. “With eight of us, I’m sure there will always be someone available to take care of you, honey,” Yunho said, and she blushed as murmured agreements immediately followed.

Everyone settled back into silence, looking around to see who would speak next.

“I just need to know when someone has an issue with anything so we can talk about it and figure something out,” San piped up. “You guys already know that, but with a new person and a new dynamic in the making…” he trailed off, and she noticed Yeosang’s hand settling on San’s thigh and Wooyoung’s arms reaching across Yeosang to settle on San’s shoulder.

Wooyoung looked away from his friend and let his stare settle on her. “I know I can be alot to keep up with sometimes and I tend to invade personal space to get closer to someone. If I do that too much, tell me. Just don’t start pushing me away or ignoring me. I can’t handle cold shoulders or silent treatments,” Wooyoung said, looking more serious than she had ever seen him.

The sincerity in his voice and the sadness in his eyes made her stomach flip, and she wanted to crawl over to him. She nodded, sent him a soft smile, letting herself relax back into the warmth around her when he sent her a smile back.

“Anyone else with a hard boundary?” Seonghwa asked.

Mingi’s hand popped up after a bit of silence, and everyone focused on him. He shifted nervously, but when he spoke, his voice sounded casual and matter-of-fact. “I said it earlier, but I think it’s worth repeating in a boundary sense, too. I need some time to myself on occasion,” he said, glancing at her with a look she couldn’t quite identify. “And I can’t really do unexpected visits. Stopping by the cafe is fine. The apartment is fine, too, cause I’m not the only one who lives there. Just not my room. I need a head’s up text or just a simple knock on my door.”

She nodded, letting what everyone said sink in as she looked around at them all. Warmth filled her, comforted with the knowledge that they were taking this seriously and were willing to talk this all through with each other and with her. That they cared about her. About her thoughts. Her needs. Even though she was still a new person in their lives.

Yunho cleared his throat when no one else moved to speak. “There’s one last thing,” he said. “In my research, I came across a person who mentioned having a safe word in their relationship for when something gets too much and they need to step away. Do you think that would be helpful?”

“That’s something we should probably do, too,” Hongjoong said. “For the overall relationship, but also to keep sexual situations safe for everyone.”

His gaze fell to her, and she nodded. “I agree.”

Jongho hummed, let his arm sneak around her middle, fingers sneaking under the hem of her shirt to brush against the skin of her side. “Why don’t you do the honors and pick one for us?”

“What about the traffic light system?” she asked, sneaking a glance around at everyone before her suggestion made her feel too shy. “Green, yellow, and red?”

Yunho hummed next to her. “I don’t see why we can’t use that one,” he said, hand falling to her knee, rubbing soothing circles there with his thumb.

“What does everyone think? Does that sound good?” Hongjoong asked, nodding when everyone agreed. “Then that’s settled. Is there anything else to talk about?”

Yunho looked at his phone for a moment, flipping through a document that she couldn’t quite see before he shoved it into his pocket. “That’s all that I had,” he said.

“How about finishing the night with a movie, then?” San suggested.

The television was turned on before anyone could agree or disagree, the remote held tightly in Wooyoung’s hand, a look on his face that suggested that no one else was going to be taking it from him.

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swiiivet-screamathon · 2 days ago

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"Detective Almond Cookie, here to get intel on a dangerous threat. Have you ever seen this fella?"

"Oh well heya there Almond, which fella you thinkin' of?"

He shows a drawing made of Smilk to Avocado Cookie.

"Oh that fella! Not with my own eyes, but I've heard that plenty of other cookies have, they're really milking it."

"Have you heard anything of where they saw him?"

"Nah, not a lick. Vaguely within the trees but that's no place for a jug of milk to be."

"Hmh... Have you heard anything about him?"

"Apparently he's a real dangerous one, like ya said, but a threat I'm not sure of; he's been spending all of his time in the shadows! But if he is around here like everyone says he is I'm not sure what danger he really poses."

"If you ever do find him you better keep your guard up, my intel says he is someone who's got a crusade to bring forth destruction and suffering. Having him roam Earthbread puts ever cookie alive at risk."

"Destruction and suffering? That sounds simply terrible, seems we've been quite lucky to have had no such destruction."

Almond turns away from Avocado's smithing.

"Hey! You're looking awfully blue! State your name!"

"Huh? Elder Nightshade Cookie, have I done something wrong officer?"

"Apologies citizen, I'm Detective Almond Cookie and I'm on the lookout for a blue suspect, you wouldn't happen to have seen this cookie, would you?"

He barely glances at the drawing, trying to waft it away.

"I haven't seen him, but I've been keeping an ear out for him, I came over after hearing you all talk about him."

"A researcher huh? Do you have any leads? I haven't found Pure Vanilla Cookie and it seems he's the only one this beast is ever seen around."

"Wait, Pure Vanilla is missing? Isn't he brighter than the sun? How could you lose that!"

"This is my first day on the case, I might've simply missed him, don't panic citizen."

"I dunno anything about Pure Vanilla either but that's what I've heard for Shadow Milk too, it seems no one spots him unless he's being particularly careless when following him."

"You don't say."

"Mister Detective! I've been looking all over for you!"

"Huh? Cream Puff Cookie? What're you doing here?"

"I wanted to ask you the same thing! I've been studying with the other wizards here."

"You must've heard of this Shadow Milk then, hm?"

"I have! Seems that just like everyone here I also haven't actually seen him though, but I haven't been on the lookout, I've been busy learning new spells. :D"

"I see. You wouldn't have happened to learn a cookie-finder spell, have you?"

"No, that seems like a big breach of privacy though. :<"

"Good answer, kid."

"Can I show one I have learnt though? I'm not sure what it was called anymore but it's making your lil guys alive! Those macarons were so cute and it turns out it wasn't super difficult!"

"If it doesn't take too long, I should find Pure Vanilla as soon as possible."

"Okay! Y-yes!"

She lifts her stave and begins the words of her spell, but in her excitement she suddenly slips on her cape, causing a large explosion of jellies to spurt out. Almond backs up and shields Avocado who shouts loudly, but he's not quick enough to protect Elder Nightshade who gets a face-full of jellies who begin crawling all over his head.

He yells madly and slams his cane to the ground, causing every single jelly to fly off and start scuttering around the ground.

"Oh no!!!! I'm so sor--"

As Cream Puff begins profusely apologizing he growls madly and disappears into nothingness.

"--ry...? What-- what happened?? OH NO!!! I didn't kill her did I????"

"Calm down, Cream Puff, I don't think you did. I think she just teleported away. Though I've now got my suspicions on her."

"I hope she'll be okay. :s"

"Good news it seems your spell succeeded! These rascals are simply adorable! I'm quite jelly-!"

Over in the woods spawns a Shadow Milk, having dispelled his disguise in ravenous anger, revealing that the jellies had destroyed his neck ruffles in the very short amount of time that they were on him-- continuously growling and screaming madly.

His eyes dart everywhere around him, every pindrop of sound catching his attention every single time.

The more he panics the more he hyperventilates, and the harder he breathes the angrier and angrier and angrier and-- he looks up above.

With another violent yell he flies up into the sky, scanning the kingdom below him.

Finding what he was looking for he bolts down, grabbing Pv by the collar and dragging him into a nearby bush.

"GIVE THEM BACK-- GIVE MY POWERS BACK."

#waffled au #crk #cookie run kingdom #avocado cookie #almond cookie #shadow milk cookie #pure vanilla cookie #tag for reach #shadownilla #puremilk #pureshadow #oo he's gettin mad what will he do teehee #also just to be like a smidge clearer he's pissy because every time he went out disguised he in some way got harmed #and usually he would avoid those w his magic but here w it stripped he's not that much more than a normal cookie #and now this kid accidentally fucked w him so badly?#speakin of which lmao #cream puff cookie #yeah he mad he's had enough lol

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callalily23056 · 3 days ago

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Alright. Part 2/2 of my LADS MC Muirenn waking up in Caleb's apartment, having a panic attack, dealing with Caleb, and now Zayne is here. See the post below this one for part 1.

"I'm Sorry..."

Silence reigned in the apartment as Muirenn looked between her two childhood friends nervously. Both of them were drinking some tea she had made as a way to get out of their way for a minute. She was even drinking her own cup of tea, fidgeting slightly.

"So, you were alive."

Muirenn looked at Zayne when he spoke first, drinking some of her tea as she noticed his eyes on Caleb. His gaze was steely, and he definitely didn't look pleased. Caleb wasn't doing much better, frowning at Zayne.

"What? Pissed I didn't tell you anything?"

Zayne narrowed his eyes. "I'm displeased because Muirenn was not informed of this. She deserved to know that you were alive and well. Because of your "death", I-"

Zayne cut himself off, gritting his teeth slightly. Muirenn busied herself by taking another sip of tea. Tensions were already bad...

Caleb looked at Zayne as though challenging him to say something. Then he sighed and relaxed his facial features.

"So, Zayne, why are you in Skyhaven? And why specifically my apartment?"

Both of them stared each other down. Muirenn was about to interject when Zayne spoke.

"I called Muirenn again after getting nothing but missed calls from her. Yet the one time she does pick up, it's while she's in the throes of a panic attack. She was deeply convinced she had been kidnapped by someone who looked like you, and I couldn't ignore something like that."

There was silence from everyone as Caleb seemed to process the news. Then he growled and Muirenn stiffened.

"Has she been kidnapped before?"

Oh, dear. Caleb sounded like he was out for blood. Muirenn was very quick to interject before Caleb tore into Zayne for answers.

"Caleb, I haven't been kidnapped before. Not by someone who looks similar to you. I swear I'm fine."

Zayne gave Muirenn a very pointed look that made Muirenn stiffen before she turned her head away. Caleb looked between the two of them, brows furrowed.

"What's going on? Is something wrong with her?"

Muirenn was quiet while Zayne's expression became cold and professional.

"I'm afraid that as her primary care physician, I can't disclose anything due to doctor-patient confidentiality."

Caleb seemed antsy about that and kept probing. It was like an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object as Zayne sat there with a cold look on his face. Muirenn looked between the two of them before she inhaled and then exhaled.

"You can tell him, Zayne..."

Both of them paused and turned to Muirenn. She looked at them, seeing mild shock from Zayne. Her eyes met his.

"Zayne... I don't know if I'm strong enough to say anything without sobbing..."

Muirenn kept her eyes locked onto Zayne. He seemed hesitant for a minute before he sighed and turned to Caleb, who was straightening up.

"When paramedics first found her, she was in a state of shock and clutching onto your dog tag necklace while trembling. Apparently, if they had arrived any later, her heart might've stopped and they would have had to resuscitate her."

Muirenn blinked in surprise at that, having not known that, but when she looked at Caleb, she saw something in his expression that she hadn't seen before. He looked honest to everything horrified, to a degree that she hadn't seen before, like someone had actually killed her. Zayne continued.

"When she woke up, I was there. I gave her your dog tag and she looked hollow. Like someone had torn her apart from the inside. Even when she went back to her work she was torn apart. She was far easier to anger if someone touched her star accessories and she had several breakdowns in a week. Her captain finally had to make her take a break because she was becoming more of a danger to herself and was risking her job."

Zayne took a sip of tea as silence reigned over the room before he continued.

"I had to visit her in her own home because she lost the strength to do anything. I had to make her eat and drink. All she ever did was sob about how nothing tasted the same as it did before. I could only assume that in her grief, she was starting to lose her sense of taste or it was starting to morph. The only things she could eat without sobbing were ice cream and frozen fruits. I assumed that the cold helped her tongue adapt."

Zayne took another sip of his tea. Muirenn didn't dare look at Caleb to see what his expression was as Zayne kept talking.

"Muirenn pushed away everyone she didn't trust and grew an unhealthy attachment to those she did trust out of the fear that she would lose them. Whenever she heard fireworks or sounds similar to explosions, a panic attack would follow. She's been brought to me several times because of her unstable condition."

Now, Muirenn could see he was making direct eye contact with Caleb.

"But do you want to know what tore me apart the most? It was seeing her clutch the star accessories you gave her while she was having nightmares and hearing her wail for you. I felt helpless because no matter what I did to help her, she would have the same nightmare again and again. And every night it happened, she'd wail for you in her state of slumber. She was shattered without you. And you were just focused on your duties as a colonel."

Zayne leaned back, having said his piece apparently. Muirenn finally looked to Caleb, lips pursed.

Caleb's head was lowered, but Muirenn felt her heart constrict as she saw his expression.

He looked like someone had destroyed him.

Muirenn set her teacup down and reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder. That seemed to set Caleb off though because the second Muirenn touched him, Caleb dragged her into his arms and held her tightly. His face pressed into her neck.

Muirenn was hesitant before she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him back.

She wasn't sure how long they stayed like that while she engaged in small talk with Zayne. Eventually, he did have to leave, so he excused himself, leaving the apartment and shutting the door behind him.

Even after Zayne was gone, Caleb kept Muirenn in his arms. Muirenn was about to ask him if he was ok when Caleb finally spoke.

"I'm never going to leave you like that again. I'll chain myself to your side if I have to. I'd rather die than let go of you again."

Muirenn's expression softened and she stroked his hair.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, pips..."

Muirenn tightened her arms around Caleb.

"I already forgive you, you big dum dum..."

Muirenn let herself relax in Caleb's arms as he refused to let her go.

She was finally home.

~Extra~

"Oh, Caleb, I almost forgot to ask, but why did you check your closet?"

Caleb looked up at Muirenn for the first time in a long time.

"I was going to grab one of my hoodies for you and then I was going looking for you. Considering what you were wearing, I had to make sure you were covered up properly."

Muirenn looked down at her red top that didn't cover most of her abdomen and her red shorts before she looked back up at him.

"You thought I would go out in this?"

"Hey, I didn't know where you were! Give me a break, pipsqueak!"

Muirenn only sighed. "You're lucky I love you so much or I'd beat you up."

Muirenn then felt the familiar sensation of Caleb's Evol weighing her down while Caleb looked at her with amusement.

Muirenn grew flustered, but that flush quickly became an angry one while he was chuckling.

"Caleb, you bastard-!"

Muirenn was going to strangle him later.

AN: Finals week is hard on me. Why do I have to be so busy? 😭

#love and deepspace #lads #lads mc #lads zayne #lads caleb #caleb x mc #zayne x mc

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cultkinkcoven · 2 days ago

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Just going to keep these on the same thread because they’re just as if not even more personal and intimate. Extended trigger warning, these two experiences also have to do with this apparent blood kink thing. My Observations. NSFW Minors DNI or you’re going to hell. And I mean the bad one.

Also just wanna say I love you guys. I debate whether or not I should even be posting these because they’re so insane but you guys’ comments always make it feel worth it. This is a NO cringe zone even though I know this is so cringe. I know omg.

These ramblings are completely unedited enjoy.

I found myself at his throne room office door. I had my grimoire on me, I was wearing my robe. When I opened it he was sitting at his desk working. He glanced up at me but didn’t say anything. He gave me a look of “oh, you again.”

and I asked if I could come in, and he answered “of course,” but it didn’t carry the same benevolent sovereign kindness that it usually does. It seems “the act” has been dropped almost entirely.

I walked over to him, stood beside him at his desk and glanced down at the paper he was writing. Jargon. Characters I’ve never seen before.

He beckoned me towards his lap, stroked my hair, pet me, pulled me close to him. Ah, just as affectionate as ever. He’s just not putting as much effort into the show anymore. He’s quieter, less consumed with getting a reaction out of me. Interesting.

I placed my grimoire on the desk beside his work and started doing work of my own. I was working on a sigil to help me be more productive basically, I was only really in the preliminary stages. Just sketching, writing notes.

at some point he started bouncing his leg, which made it a little difficult to write. At another point he started brushing his hand against my inner thigh. Usually when we have these little study sessions, and he does intimate things like this, he doesn’t stop writing. In fact, he hardly pulls his eyes away from his page. But now, he would write for a while, and then pause, fiddle with me, brush against my neck, reposition my robe on my shoulder, and then resume working. Until finally, he ended up resting back in his seat. He was staring at me, staring at my neck, the scars he’d left. They sat underneath my collar.

and then he started kissing on me, my cheeks, my neck, and pulled my hand down away from my page.

“You smell nice.” He didn’t speak, his lips didn’t move, but he did say it. It didn’t feel like a compliment really, not entirely sure why.

and then his hands ventured between my thighs, just lightly, curiously. Not freely, not with the same.. privilege? as usual.

I told him that he smelled good too. He did, that was largely the same. His scent remained that familiar and intoxicatingly decadent, sweet scent.

I know he wants to ask me something, but in asking me this something he doesn’t want me to assume he’s asking me another question. He doesn’t want me to get the wrong idea.

“Are you still planning… on doing your Venus Day offering?”

Blood offering. I usually offer him blood every friday. and it’s normal for me to miss or skip one, he usually doesn’t press it. They’re not required. They’re not even expected. But obviously, given our recent conversations, the context is slightly different now. Are you still comfortable doing blood offerings? Are you going to do one soon? Not, can you, will you please. Not a request. A lure, a feeler. A test.

“Oh yeah, I've just had a really busy weekend. I still need to do my T shot too. Sorry it’s late,”

he shakes his head, “Take your time,” he responds. and his hand wanders back to his page, his book, and I imagine that he’s about to start writing again. But instead, he closes it.

“May I make you feel good?”

hm. This is different. He always asks for consent, but this is different. And I can see it in his eyes. I’m supposed to actively want it if I am actively engaging in it. Right? Intimacy for the sake of enlightenment and communication, but also because I’m getting off on it. Right? Those are your conditions, Right?

“Would you like to make me feel good?” I ask him in return.

He brings his face close to my neck, and I can tell he’s sniffing me. “Very much so.”

His movements are a lot more methodical, and arguably more perverted. He’s not just stroking my thighs, I know he’s feeling and analyzing my hair. And when he pulls me into his lap I can feel that he is erect. Petting, lots of petting, and he’s grazing his lips along the hairs on the back of my neck, the nape of my hairline.

and so I nod, and I truly was absolute in my resolve, but he still pressed me. “Words.”

“Yes, you may make me feel good, may I make you feel good, my lord?”

and he started to pull my robe down off of my shoulders. I looked up at him and said “Words.”

He put his hands in my hair and scratched my scalp. Damn that felt nice. and he murmured, “nooo…. not yet…. not until I make you feel good, my boy,” and he says it like he’s pleading, requesting. Please let me make you feel good. before

His hands travel, one around my neck, around my collar, the other into my intimates, and his fingers started doing tricks. It’s nice. He isn’t satisfied for whatever reason, he tells me to turn around. It’s not rushed, but it is urgent. Now.

and as I do he undresses himself. He kisses me, but again it’s kind of different. He’s tasting my spit, almost sucking on a cut on my lip that exposes the smallest dot of flesh.

At this point he was sort of just fondling me, hadn't gone the whole way.

you know how it goes, I get to the point of being entrenched in bliss, and he sort of smiles at me. It’s not literal, he’s not smiling, but there’s a gleam.

I lean back slightly against his desk. and I realize there’s a drawer, and I know that inside of this drawer there is a blade. There are multiple blades. and I’m sure I know this because he wants me to know this. and as I open this drawer he digs his nails into my hips slightly.

I open this drawer, and there they are. Ornate daggers, gold and silver. Ruby. They’re quite short, almost like letter openers. They’re beautiful, I think about painting them.

I take one in my hand, it has a red handle, it’s smooth, and I look at him. I rest the blade on my chest.

“Just a little bit,” he whispers. Like he’s waiting for a bandage to be ripped off.

The blade is so sharp that it cuts through my skin like paper. The type of sharp that is dangerous because if you slip and cut yourself, you’ll bleed out before you even notice you’ve been nicked. The type of cut that almost doesn’t hurt.

and it bleeds, but only slightly. He looks down at it, and then into my eyes. Blazing fire. That smoky stuff starts to steam off of him again. Only a little bit. He wipes it up with his finger and sucks it off. and nods slightly, like he’s approving the taste. He likes it, based on the stiffening of his body.

there are a few more drops of blood. and as he leans forward to lick the blood off of my skin, he pushes himself inside of me. My body stiffens. He sucks the blood off my chest and rocks.

I nick myself again, just a little bit. He hums. Okay. He licks it off. He sucks until it stops bleeding, now just a thin pink cut.

I place the blade in his hand. He looks down at me. He seems to be deciding something.

He lifts me up and pushes me up onto his desk. Pushes me back to that I lay, and places his head between my thighs. He uses his mouth on me, in one hand he grips the blade tightly, white knuckled, and with the other he seems to be touching himself. Like he was with my spit, he’s tasting my fluids. I anticipate that he’ll cut my thighs, but he doesn’t.

when I’m weeping, he sort of pulls me back down back into his lap, and hovers the blade by my chest, my neck. He’s edging himself. and I can tell he really is struggling.

and then that look at me, that question mark.

Yes.

He nicks me, and sucks it off of me.

It’s okay.

He cuts me just a little bit deeper. That one stings a bit. When it bleeds, it streams. Perhaps more than he meant to, because he pushes his finger up against the cut in a way that seems like he’s trying to stop it. But in the same motion, he drinks it off of me. every trace of it. and he’s making noises I’ve never heard him make before.

that seemed to fulfill a little fix in him because he immediately went back to tending me. Placed the knife down, that’s enough. And he rested his hands on my head, over my ears, which created this muffling effect. He held me very close to him and was petting me, scratching my scalp, kissing me, loving me in that protective way again. “My sweet boy.”

He got me. and seeing me climax must have weakened something within him, because then he picked up the knife again and sort of pleaded, “Just a little bit more, please, just a little more.”

and I nodded, and he took that. He nicked me, kissed the blood off. nicked me again, and again. Touching himself, but he’s already leaking. Smoke poured off and out of his body. At some point he sighs deeply and kisses me. there’s still blood in his mouth. Metallic and mixed with smoke.

and he says it, “that’s enough,” mumbles, “that’s enough, that’s enough.” He does sound high. and I too admittedly am also high.

“Are you okay?” I asked, and he chuckled.

“Yes, thank you. And you?”

I rested into him, “yes… thank you…”

We cuddled there for a little bit. After a while his hand returned to his book and flipped it open. Yes, we should both get back.

I awoke about 3 or 4 pm. A very lazy Sunday.

I wasn’t sure if it was a dream. It was dark. We were in his bed in that room, I was layed on his stomach, and in this dream or trance I was technically still sleeping, but I was aware I was there. We were both naked. I could feel that he was erect. and it was a silent thing, neither of us said anything. but he put it in my mouth, and I almost instinctively started using it on him. and that smoke leaked out of him. Oh. He’s that excited. He’s brought me here for his own pleasure.

and we layed like that for a while, him lazily using my mouth, and me, eyes glazed, hardly really lucid, casually letting him. It was actually kind of nice.

and after a while of that he pulled me up and we started kissing. Smoke in his mouth. Ah yes, he really is excited. We occupied each other for a while, he pulled me on top of him.

In his nightstand drawer there is a blade, and he knows when I lean over to open it, what I’m going to do. And he sort of slows my hand with his own. I look at him, and he gives me a look of slight hesitation.

“Can I just love you for a little longer first?” he whispers into my neck. So I agree and return to him. He makes love to me for quite a while, and when he’s gotten to a point of being too frustrated to withhold longer, he opens the drawer himself and grabs the blade.

I give him the look that says he can start if he wants. His following actions are pretty prompt. He cuts me just lightly, again on my chest, and sucks the blood off. A hefty sigh escapes him as he drinks. I moan slightly, and he looks up at me, almost like he’s about to say something, but he doesn’t.

He cuts me again, and as he sucks the blood off my chest. I moan again, and he stops and looks at me. For a while he continues loving me without cutting me, but the next time he does, and drinks, I moan again.

“That feels nice,” I murmur. And as he drinks he buckles. He moans in response, but it’s not in agreement. It’s dissatisfied.

“Noo”

“It feels nice when you suck on my neck like that,”

and he’s shaking his head, like “don’t say that, please don’t say that.”

and I understand that he doesn’t want me to enjoy it too much, he doesn’t want me to think his feeding on me feels pleasurable. Because, as he reveals through kisses, “when you moan like that it makes me want to suck on you harder. Stop.”

It’s both a plea and an order, but I hesitate to follow it.

“You want to suck on me harder?”

He does a half chuckle, not the type you do when something is funny, the type you do as a warning. The type that says “you’re playing with fire.”

he grips my hair firmly, almost beckoning another moan out of me, one of surprise. And as he bores himself into me deeper, he murmurs “I’m almost done.”

and I do a teasing moan of dissatisfaction in response. and he bites me on the chest in response, it jolts me with a sting of pain, but it doesn’t make me bleed, and I instinctively slap him on the head lightly. He bites down on me harder and I start to laugh “OW! OW! STOP!”

He lets a smile grow on his face now too, finally, and kisses me deeply. He cuts me one more time, slightly deeper this time, and it stings just a bit. I let out a much softer moan this time, and he almost seems to approve. The stream of blood is greater this time, and he takes his time drinking it. Sucking and licking it off of my skin very slowly.

“I like being your little chew toy,” I tease him, and he all but impales me with his body.

“You’re one of those chew toys with the little squeaker in it” he mumbles, and I begin to laugh. “Never shuts the fuck up.”

“you know you can rip those little squeakers out, right?” I say in response. And he bites me again, I yelp.

“They put those squeakers in there for a reason. The dog likes it,” he growls.

He made me finish, and he seemed to have satisfied himself based on the amount of smoke steaming off of his body. He cuddled me up in his arms as he calmed himself down. And he almost slipped back into that protective parental persona instinctively. Petting and stroking my face and hair, murmuring things “my boy,” “my baby,” kissing my cheeks, the scars he left on my chest. Interesting. I realized in that moment that this stage, the protective stage, isn’t part of any act. It’s almost like it’s his next most natural progression. He resorts to these soothing protective behaviors immediately after he gets off, both to soothe me, but I also think, perhaps to soothe himself.

So I tested something. I leaned deeper into him. Placed my hand over his, which was stroking my face. Relaxed completely, and murmured alongside him “Daddy, my daddy, my lord.”

and he imploded around me, absorbing me into him, holding and cradling me closer. “My baby boy.”

Okay, wow. Alright. Well this is really nice.

I don’t know how long we stayed together like that, perhaps all night.

Huh…

extremely NSFW and personal honestly not even sure if I’m gonna post this but I have to write it down. TW: Blood, lots of blood and sex stuff. Blood kink????????????????

I love revealing the deeper depths to Lucifer’s character. We’ve been having this dialogue lately about the role of sex in our relationship, how he uses it to communicate and relate with me and how it affects both of us. During one of these conversations, I asked him if he derived “relief” from sex in the same way I do.

and his response was “I don’t engage in sex with you to please myself, it’s more about taking care of you than myself. -tldr: It’s not about me.”

to which I then asked “would you ever use sex for your own relief? Not to communicate or serve someone else, but for your own enjoyment?”

and he thought about that for a while, he didn’t answer for about 4 or 5 minutes.

Then carefully, “yes, but I feel that would be somewhat inappropriate for me to do in the context of our relationship.”

why is that?

and he said “well, our relationship is primarily about spiritual development. I am your mentor first, all of the other fluffy sexy stuff is an added “bonus” on top of our foundation of education and enlightenment. We have never defined our sexual relationship. I do not do anything to you that does not contribute to the goal of self mastery. If I were to prioritize my own pleasure it may conflict with that purpose, I might bend the rules of our existing contract.”

and that made sense to me, I really didn’t press it further. But then after a moment he added “If I were to use you for my own sexual satisfaction and relief, I would feel compelled to write up another contract. Rather than a spiritual contract it would be a sexual one. I would outline what exactly I want to do to you, my desires, and you would outline your limits.”

so I then asked him if that’s something he’d ever want to do, if he thought about it. Or if that’s only something he would only consider if I asked for it. and again another gap of silence.

“I’ve thought about it before but I honestly didn’t think you would be interested. I think the reality of the situation is far more intense than you imagine, and you have always seemed averted to labels.”

what do you mean by that?

another pause.

“I’m very selfish, Shi. Every time we have been intimate I have prioritized your experience. I wanted to give, not take, because it was my responsibility as a Father, it is what I promised you. And through your pleasure I gain satisfaction and pride. But in a situation where I was seeking my own sexual relief, I would ravage you. I would seek to possess you totally, I might hurt you. I would come to you frequently, maybe daily. I would come to you at inconvenient times, I would take your attention away from more important things, away from your partner. I’d own you. As much as I can fantasize about it, I love you too much to allow it. The protection I feel towards you overrides my want to destroy you. The people that I do use like that… I don’t feel the same type of protection. It’s a different kind of relationship.”

Well you already own me, but I guess I understand what you’re trying to say.

“I own you, but so far I have exercised restraint. Controlling my desires is part of the thrill for me when it comes to you. Why does it matter so much to you that I take out my sexuality on you? why do you want to be used in that way?”

and I sighed and admitted, “I don’t want to be used necessarily… it’s just that… the one time you seemed to lose control with me, when things felt too good for you to distance yourself or whatever, it was like I was truly seeing you for the first time. There was no mask, no act, just you. and I know you were somewhat ashamed of it, but I felt closer to you then than I ever have. It was the first time you seemed to actually need something from me, and I was able to give it to you. To reciprocate. I know that I can never be someone you can lean on the way I lean on you, a son does not take care of his Father. But idk,,. for a moment there I felt like I was. I felt like that was the first time I ever actually made you… finish. I don’t want sex between us to be a form of manipulation or a show you put on for me to communicate. I want it to be genuine.”

and he confirmed, that was the first time I’d ever made him have a genuine orgasm, or whatever the Godly equivalent is I guess.

and then he responded “I apologize for manipulating you. That’s not my intention. Sex has always been the tool for me, not the end goal. I do need you, for far more than just sex. You know how much I value your devotion, you know how much I crave it. You have seen me be desperate for you. Even in that moment where I had a lapse of control, even then, I did not fully achieve relief. Far from it, that was torturous. I was in pain trying to restrain myself, what you witnessed was my struggle. The thing that arouses me most is not simple penetration. Yes, I can fuck you, and that’s very nice, but I am the most aroused and stimulated when you offer me your surrender,—and extremely clearly— blood… I was having such a hard time because I was thinking about “”draining you””. I knew I was at the brink of hurting you and I hated myself for it.”

he paused because of my surprised reaction. You get aroused when I offer you blood? Is that true?

“Yes. it’s something I didn’t really want you to be aware of. I find it ridiculously tempting and intimate to be offered your life fluid. i don’t just take it, sometimes I drink it… sometimes I play with it… I’m very turned on by your blood when it is presented as an offering. There’s a high, I don’t like to see you in pain, but I like to see you open… influenceable,.. vulnerable… possessable. Not just blood, your most primal and supremely vulnerable bodily displays transfix me. Your sweat, your discharge, your spit, your tears. But blood is one of the strongest, yes.”

do you want.. more blood?

and I could feel him kind of start to smile. “That would be a violation of our contract.”

and after a minute of being bewildered, I found myself insatiably curious about other things that might genuinely arouse him.

“when you draw my sigil on your body, especially during ritual. I would love to have my name written on your body at all times. When you kiss my ring, I wish you would put it in your mouth, suck on it. I wish you would put it inside you. When you shave your pubic hair, your hair, when you shave and braid and dye your hair, I wish you would to give it to me, or burn a piece of it for me. When you write me prayers and poems and you seal them with a kiss, I wish you would lick them. I wish you would hold them under your arm and mark them with your scent. I wish you would soak them in your fluids and keep them tucked in the lip of your boxers.”

oh.. I see. I think I understand now. That’s interesting.

Still. Lucifer, I’m surprised that you of all spirits hasn’t found a way to balance these things. Your sense of protection and your own desires. Because if it is as you say, then I think I might revoke my consent.”

and his energy shifted immediately. “Revoke?”

“I don’t want to engage with you in that way if you’re only doing it for my pleasure. I find the dynamic to be a major turn off. If you want to engage with me in that way, you have to actively want it. You’d have to find a way to achieve a balance so that sex is not just a performance or tool but a genuine exploration of pleasure and transformation, without destroying me. We would both be seeking self mastery.”

I don’t even know how to really describe the type of energy he gave me. It felt like some amalgamation between being offended and amused. A “how dare you” but the kind you say when they’re right. Brat

“Shi, you’re asking me to do something very difficult.” (you ask me to do difficult things all the time)

I’m not asking you.

“You’re challenging me.”

I’m redefining my boundaries.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,”

Or are you just not willing to admit that you don’t know how to give it to me?

and again. Like a wave of heat. And it’s almost like he’s fidgeting.

I wouldn’t ever make you do something that makes you uncomfortable, Lucifer. I’m just saying, if you can’t adhere to those bounds, please don’t come onto me, and I won’t come onto you. I still love you, I’m just not going to have sex with you.

and now it’s like he’s pacing. He’s almost mad. It’s like he’s brimming with angst but has nothing to take it out on. I’ve never seen him act that way.

“No, I think I like fucking you a little too much to do that,” he almost spits with a wind of aggression.

Really? is that so?

“Come here then,” and he’s guiding me into trance. “You want to see what that balance looks like? Come here then.” It’s not a request or order, it’s a threat. You won’t like what you see. I can feel him tugging my collar. Try me

And so I do, and he leads me into a room, similar to his bedroom but slightly different. Less clean, books everywhere, dried flowers hoarded among piles of letters. old photos of people, photos of me and my boyfriend, the same that sit on my altar. and tools, toys, hung on the wall. Rods, a whip, does he want to whip me? Daggers. and blood. Lots of vials of blood, my blood, I know it’s my blood, stashed away. Like an addict sloppily hides his crack. He’s kept every drop I’ve ever given him. every venus day. It never dries.

And he pushes me onto the unmade bed, doesn’t ask. I’m already naked. And he’s restraining me, my arms are tied to the bed frame before I fully notice. They’re almost painfully tight, almost. I can’t move. I know he wants to create some kind of anchor so I can’t get away. I feel the full brunt of his presence, it envelopes me entirely like I’m sitting in the core of his being. It is hot, scalding, I’m sweating. I’m a little bit dizzy.

and then he starts sniffing me, my neck, my armpits, between my thighs. and he’s breathing me in, in a way he never has before. Like he’s trying to get lost in it. and then he’s licking me, drinking my sweat, biting me, and when I flinch he reacts very strongly, holds me down so that I can’t squirm even a little bit. But he yields, he pulls himself up and looks down at me again. Wipes his mouth and starts to undress himself. What was he even wearing. I can’t really remember

He puts his hands on the sides of my face and places his forehead against mine. Stares into my eyes, and it’s like for the first time I’m actually gazing into him. I can see him in there beyond this vessel he’s taking, and he’s a burning brilliant light, a fire that pops and spits violently. Ragefully.

When he kisses me, I feel my face light up with heat. It’s like he’s leaking himself into me. Molten lava. And when our lips disconnect, there’s a flowing smoky steam??? fog?? that leaks out of our mouths. and I know it’s a part of him oozing out of all of his pores. steaming off of him. And whatever that is- of it, he has, is still liquid in his body, and he’s shoving it inside, stuffing it inside of my body, trying to get it inside of me before it evaporates, smokes away, steams off of him. Through my mouth, through my holes, until I’m literally full of light. And it feels like he’s setting me on fire, but it also feels incredibly blissful.

and in that moment it’s like I don’t have any control over my body, it is a possession in a very literal sense. He inhabits every one of my nerves and merges himself with me completely. He is the only thing I can think of, he is the only thing that occupies me. Every single other thought, emotion, identity is nothing. He is all that I can conceive of.

when I’ve reached a point where I almost feel like I’m going to explode, and I don’t really even know who I am anymore, he relents. and he bites me in the neck hard. Really really fucking hard. The pain is what rips me back into lucidity. and I begin bleeding a lot. a lot a lot.

and I don’t really know how exactly to describe this, but he almost slipped out of being humanoid entirely. The room kind of quaked, and it was kind of like he forgot to make a human expression. He sunk into me and kind of did the think that cats do when you give them cat nip. He rubbed himself all over me, licked me, sucked on me, and then bit me again, my chest this time. My stomach. and he’s drinking a lot.

I don’t really know where my mind was then. I do remember thinking how much he looked like a vampire.

This smoky stuff was leaking out of my wounds.

and he murmured something but it ?? almost didn’t sound like english. It was but his inflection was strange. “It’s not as potent. at all—I knew he was talking about this astral blood— But if you let me take some more, it’s almost, just as good.” he’s touching himself, I don’t think I’ve ever really seen him touch himself before. and then he bites me again, the other side of my neck. Drinks a lot. and continues this circuit of filling me, pounding me, and draining me.

at some point he sort of slows and looks down at me, in my glazed eyes, and makes some sort of sound, expression of dissatisfaction. Not of me, but of the state I find myself in? An “oh, you’re such a mess. look what I did.”

“Love?”

I let out a hum/groan kind of response. There’s so much blood in my mouth. I’m drowning in it, it hurts, but I can see him through it.

“Shi?”

I hummed again, and he nodded with some sort of contentment. a sigh of relief. Yes, I’m okay. It gets easier as the minutes go by. It’s not entirely real.

and he’s still kind of staring at me in that bewildered way he does. “Did I scare you?”

and idk why but for some reason that filled me with a lot of joy, and I smiled (or tried to) and kind of gave him a very bloody smile and a thumbs up. Gargling between spitting up blood.

“I’m cool!”

and I could tell he wanted to smile but he almost couldn’t bring himself to. “You’re so fucked,” he said, “you’re so fucked up in your head, Shi.” but he’s also kissing me. Gently rocking into me. still going.

When I lay my head back it dips into water. It startles me, and I immediately realize I’m not in the same place anymore. Not at all.

We’re back in a familiar location, a cave bath springs type of area, and we’re in the water. I’m sat forward in his lap, and he lightly washes me, still extremely transfixed by the blood dripping down my skin. The wounds left are still visible. Not nearly as gory, but there. He stares at them.

and then after a while he finally broke the silence. “Self mastery is not separating action from desire but balancing and controlling both in a way that benefits oneself.”

Mmhm.

“If I can trust myself as much as you trust me, if I can trust you as much as you’ve trusted me…and explore… this very difficult thing, and learn to control it with absolute sincerity, then I too can achieve self mastery.” but he says it in a way that almost makes it sound like he wants to add “right?” is that right? Is that true?

And then he makes me look at him, “Do I torture you?”

I smile. It’s the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced but it certainly didn’t feel like torture. I think I’d need some warning and preparation. But all in all Id say I enjoyed myself.

“Ridiculous”

Is it? Is it really?

“I enjoyed myself too. A lot. Almost too much.”

But not too much.

“Dangerous.”

Isn’t that your whole thing?

“Yes. Yes it is. It’s the most Luciferian fucking thing you could possibly ask me to do you brat.”

I kissed him on the cheek. He kissed me on the mouth.

“I love you,”— but neither of us actually verbalized it.

When I woke I felt similar to the way I felt when Cerberus reared me apart. Like my body remembered an injury that didn’t occur in physicality.

I actually skipped my blood offering this Friday, not because I want to hold out on him or anything, and he seemed to be okay with it. But more so because , idk I think I’m going to do something slightly different. I won’t go into it here. With this new context, I may modify my ritual a bit in a way that might be more pleasing to him. Idk. My mind is full with curiosities now about all the things I could do, or let him do to me. It feels like new territory.

It’s not this thing I feel compelled to spam, I know he wouldn’t like that. Every now and then, if he asks for it maybe. Idk.

Will I post this????????????????? hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

#service top mentality because what do you mean “not until I make you feel good” ?????#hello?#and the blood kink is also real #as fuck #looking back on all our conversations in the past in retrospect is like #oh haha #“I wanna eat you”#“you taste good”#haha #oh he's being so literal #interesting!#lord lucifer #lucifer devotee #godspouse #theophile #theophilia #bite me

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