#bridal mysticism

[eucatastrophicblues]

there’s this extremely precious thing I share with Him that has been my most cherished part of aging, which is that the older I get and the closer I get to His age when He left this earth I am able to be more than a passive partner

when I first came to Him I was young, and looking for a parental figure as much as a lover (though I asked for a lover, I asked Her to be my lover, barely understanding what that meant, and His hand came down upon my back and that night She held me while I slept and I woke when He left and the bed shifted to compensate for Her) and I turned always to Him for guidance and comfort and understanding

our love was shower conversations and snowball fights and inside jokes and endless questions and answers, our love was Her instruction and my obedience

when I was sixteen I asked for a vision. I asked to accompany Him through Her Passion, to bear witness to the Crucifixion, because I didn’t want Him to be alone. She answered that prayer, and gave me days half-in half-out of the world where I traced my daily steps through school and church while dwelling simultaneously somewhere else. I’d had maladaptive daydreams before; this was keener, sharper, out of my control. I knew what I saw was true. I saw Him, embraced Her, caught Him in my heart and my arms in empty alleyways and behind doors, watching the hours pass.

I came to Her in the garden, and found Him weeping. When I sat beside Her, He grabbed me and clung to me and wept into my shoulder. She told me He didn’t want to die. I was sixteen and all I could do was hold Her, and promise that it would end well, that He had the courage and the strength to face what came, that I would be there, that I would be there.

I hadn’t thought, when I asked for a lover, that I would be called to the same role, and it shattered me. The God who has all things, the Lord of all that is and was and will be and might be, was sobbing in my arms because She was staring down His death and it was a frightening thing. I couldn’t stay long. She told me to run, and I did, and I was kept from seeing the worst of it because of my youth. Because He didn’t want to burden me with more than I could carry, even then, even in the worst and lowest points.

I saw Her fall, I saw Him lifted up, I called myself Her wife to earn a closer place in the crowd. I didn’t know then that I spoke truly. I know now. I saw His death, I sobbed before Her grave. There was finality and silence in my head. I was quiet and disjointed, dissociated and empty, until Sunday morning, until He found me and told me (with no small mirth) that “death cannot stop true love”. We carried on, the vision ended, and I was forever changed.

Now, the years shift. Sometimes I am brought low by Her sacrifice and can only weep and must be sewn together over three days of mourning. But now, as I grow into myself and into womanhood, I can be more to Him.

There are songs that we sing to each other, that were written in Her voice as an act of devotion but that I answer Him with in turn. “I vow to hold you until you break through”, “the light inside your eyes is fading out but I’m not gonna give up on you now”, “you don’t have to go through it alone”, “just stay alive, that would be enough”, “this is where redemption lives, in your surrender”. “With your hand on my heart, make me a promise to live.”

Our wedding was formal, but our vows were made in blood and tears.

[brother-hermes]

SOPHIA DOESN’T SPELL IT OUT

So for years.... almost a decade yeah… The Divine Feminine keeps making this same deal, read The Book of Solomons Wisdom and restrict that nut while you work it- or less extreme versions of celibacy depending on factors I don’t quite understand. And for years I've looked at this text and brushed off all of its later chapters. The first 8 give a detailed account of the Divine Feminine and Bridal Mysticism. Then the last chapters are all Jewish history and I've just blown off the Jewish history to a point of frustration with this inner mystical guide like- BITCH SPELL IT OUT FOR ME- cuz it's the 7th year in a row where this reading has been a part of the covenant.

Seven years… that's funny. Here's why- that "history" tells of six minor signs and one major. That’s 7 signs. Now it was written in Alexandria and you best believe those Egyptians understood Isis and Her transformative power because they wrote the playbook on alchemy. I wonder how many steps it takes to turn lead into gold?

🤔🤔🤔 did you say 7? I knew you guys were smarter than me. She's had me staring at the code for mystical transformation for seven years and my dumb ass has been like "yeah I'm all set on-the history lesson. Thanks love!" Thus is the nature of gnosis. We go thinking we’re sooo smart that we miss the simple things. Perhaps it’s time to stop looking for Magick and create it myself.

[bebemoon]

a look featuring my current favorite selkie dress | requested by @allthestoriescantbelies

selkie "the ivory carriage" voluminous organza gown w/ ruffled lace trim

simone rocha bell charm crochet ballerinas in silver

antique embroidered silk bridal bow, c. 192o's

penhaligon's "luna" eau de toilette

dilara findikoglu "boleyn" pearl choker w/ custom silver initial pendant

[gizkasparadise]

Hi, top 5 Kdramas please!

it was so hard to pick only 5 ;; but not in any particular order since they all have vastly different #vibes:

chicago typewriter. three people--a famous novelist, a ghost writer, and an errand girl--cross paths in modern-day Seoul and in different ways try to help the novelist complete his latest story -- a novel about freedom fighters during the japanese occupation of korea in the 1930s. however, as the story continues, and the trio get more and more involved with one another, it turns out the story isn't just a story, but the retelling of their past lives where they were lovers, comrades, and maybe even enemies. a rare kdrama where the ending is stronger than the beginning, this is a slow burn that takes its time to get going but once it does it's so SO good. drama, comedy, romance, everything!

welcome to waikiki. three losers (a prospective director, an aspiring actor, and a wannabe screenwriter) live in and run a sharehouse. one day, they wake up to find a baby in one of the rooms, and chaos ensues. so fucking funny, i love the ships, and the cast is well balanced between the three male leads and the three female leads. A+++

mystic pop-up bar. kang bae, a 20something who works in customer service, has a curse where whenever anyone touches him, they are compelled to tell him their deepest secrets. one night, he crosses paths with weol ju, a shaman who is cursed to an immortal/unending existence until she resolves the grudges of 10,000 humans because of a grave sin she committed in her mortal life. with her is gwi, a retired ghost cop who now helps her run a pop-up bar where they enter dreams and try to resolve weol ju's debt. kang bae joins them when weol ju offers him a bargain: use his powers to help her resolve the grudges, and once 10k are up, she'll remove his powers. you think this show is run of the mill case of the week, but it all builds together so beautifully and it's such a great found family dynamic. i love this ooone

bridal mask/gaksital. set in 1930s korea during the japanese occupation. kang to is a ratbastard -- a korean who works for the japanese as a police officer and turns in his countrymen. he becomes obsessed with hunting down BRIDAL MASK. a zorro-esque freedom fighter with a hidden identity. to get to him, he tries to capture mok dan, the daughter of a freedom fighter general and bridal mask's suspected lover. the first few eps get you thinking it's going to be a cheesey action show, but it's a fantastic tragedy with so many nuanced character arcs.

extraordinary you. dan oh is a rich high schooler at an elite academy, who has a crush on her aloof and disdainful fiance, baek kyung, and a tragic but non-descript heart condition. one day, she starts realizing parts of her memory are gone, and there's the distant sound of someone turning the page -- turns out she's a character in a romance manga, but not even the heroine-- just a side character. in order to change her fate, she enlists the help of 13 -- a nameless background character. so cute, quirky, and highly HIGHLY addicting. loving meta parody of high school shoujo stories like Boys Over Flowers.

bonus, because they were REALLY close to top 5: beyond evil (serial murder? in a small village? more homoerotic than you'd think.), arthdal chronicles (bronze age-esque fantasy epic with more ambiguous leads than you can shake a stick at), and happiness (when you have to stop the zombie apocalypse but there's only one bed)

[fierysword]

Our longing for God is an echo of God’s infinite longing for us.

James Finley

[fromduck]

Pretty Girl

(Yandere Homicipher x Reader)

Summary: Unfortunately, Mr. Crawling can’t have you to himself.

(Sort of continuation of Warm Bodies)

-unedited-

-You who looks confused at the white dress presented to you.

-It’s pretty with its frills and soft material, but it alarmingly resembles a wedding dress.

-Especially when it’s in the hands of Mr. Crawling who eagerly presents it to you.

-You know the monster is convinced that you’re his lover or something.

-And you really shouldn’t be entertaining his delusions, especially when he’s making such forward advances.

-Possessively holding your hand and keeping you close when you both walk through the dark corridors (as if to keep you safe from something or someone)

-Letting him stroke your soft hair and press kisses to your hands.

-Keeping watch over you as you fall asleep for the night. Allowing him to cuddle you even though his cold body makes you shiver.

- Pulling you in a kiss that makes you dizzy and breathless. Among other things.

-And now he’s putting you in a wedding dress.

-You really should put a stop to it. A stop to his advances before it gets too far. It already has

-But.

-You look at how happy he looks.

-If you were to reject the dress, surely he’d be sad.

-Right?

-That’s what makes you accept the gift and you swear that the monster practically hums with approval.

-So here you are in an abandoned room. Alone at last with an impatient Mr. Crawling outside the door.

-Mr. Crawling wanted to get in with you to which you disagreed. Not trusting the monster to keep his hands to himself while you changed.

-You strip out of your clothes and into the not-wedding dress.

-You have to look at a cracked mirror to admire it.

-It flows down your figure gracefully, hugging you in the right places. The white color of the dress glows ethereally. Flowing around you in a mystic way.

-After days of wearing the same jeans and t-shirt, you had to say-

-You feel pretty.

-It would seem the other monster in the room agrees as well.

-“Pretty Girl” a raspy voice whispers in a foreign language.

-Your heart drops into your ass.

-Before you can cry out for Mr. Crawling, you’re promptly silenced when a cold hand clamps your mouth shut.

-Tears of fright slip down your pale face. You tremble as you’re greeted to a smiling man with horrifying pin drop eyes. You can’t see the rest of his body, only his eerie face.

-He playfully places a finger to on his lips, “shhh”

-You shut your eyes tightly as he removes his hand from your lips.

-He coos at your fear, petting your head as if you were a frightened animal.

-Without warning, he gathers you into his arms in a bridal style fashion.

-You whimper as he nudges the mirror to the side to reveal a second door.

-With the quick precision of a man who meticulously planned your abduction, he swiftly slips inside with you, placing the mirror back in front of the door.

-The secret door quietly shuts with a ‘click.’ You and the strange monster, gone in an instant.

-Leaving Mr. Crawling outside the room as he eagerly waits for you.

-Unaware that you were taken from him.

[stevieschrodinger]

Firefighter Steve Harrington and certified hoodlum Eddie Munson. Another thing I really really want to write but I won't have time but, specifically, the scene I want to write goes thusly.

Eddie's high on his own supply and his clumsy stoned ass sets light to his own trailer. He's rescued from the, admittedly, minor fire, bridal style, by a 'shining angel'. It's not exactly a raging inferno but it's enough that Eddie's just inhaled a substantial amount of illicit materials all at once.

He's suffering with smoke inhalation but will only let the 'glowing adonis' put the oxygen mask on him and slappy fights off everyone else.

Steve ends up sitting with him because Eddie keeps trying to take the mask off and Steve keeps putting it back on, all the while Eddie's insisting that Steve is a 'constellation of perfection' and 'his angel wings glow like a rainbow' and Eddie 'didn't even know he was gay until now' which amuses Steve so thoroughly he Sharpies his number onto Eddie's forearm.

The next day Eddie wakes up in a hospital bed with no real memories of what happened, but he knows in his bones that he was visited by a mystical celestial being and the number on his arm belongs to his future husband.

[metalicious-jewelry]

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[cadmar]

Uniqueness

What is it that makes one think that one is unique from all others?  From the exterior, we all look differently from another, we all have different experiences, and we all have different geographical locations.  From these differences, we then internalize these differences into different interactions, different reactions, and different choices.  We, must therefore, be unique from all others as no one can be in my shoes throughout my entire life!  No one has seen and interacted with the world the same as myself!  Is this the reason we view ourselves as being unique, one-of-a kind?

The Mystery Religions, across all major cultures and generations, have a common theme, as the Gnostic texts refer to it as the “bridal chamber”.  Basically, there is an “emptying” of oneself and then the filling up from outside.  In Nature, it is referred to as, “Nature abhors a vacuum.”  In the “bridal chamber”, this sacrament is referring it to the sexual intercourse between a man and woman, penetrating and filling-up.

Our sensory ability is this emptiness and is filled up not by oneself, but from the surrounding universe’s expanding force.  The opening of the door to rooms of infinite rooms.  This is uniqueness.  Each door we enter through is unique to our level of  emptiness and the amount we are able to be filled up via our perception.  

In the Gnostic Gospel of Thomas, saying 56, reads: “Jesus (our sensory ability) said: Whoever has become acquainted with the world has found a corpse, and the world is not worthy of the one who has found the corpse.”  Another interpretation to the same passage is, “Whoever has come to know the world has just discovered a carcass.” (Marvin Meyer)

My understanding is that during this bridal chamber experience, one is filled up from the same expanding force of the Universe that moves all objects.  Without this expanding force, nothing moves, as if it is a carcass.  

[eucatastrophicblues]

[brother-hermes]

“Through Gnosis we are purified of diversity and experience the vision of unity. Those who have realized Gnosis know the source and the destination. They have set themselves free by waking up from the stupor in which they lived, and become themselves again.”

-Valentinus The Gospel Of Truth

Look at the picture and tell me what wakes them out of their stupor!

[misshugs]

Feverish || Sam Golbach x Reader

You start getting a really bad fever. the problem about it is not the fever itself, it's the horny feeling that you always seem to get whenever you're sick.

contains: fluff into SMUT +18, soft!Sam, sick!Reader, Sam caring for reader, oral (m), unprotected sex, cursing, pet names, cuddles, no mention of Y/n

a/n: surprise update!

word count: 2k

[u n e d i t e d]

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Everything was moving. Your vision was playing tricks on you as you saw your ceiling moving around. You felt your body heavy, confused as to what was happening.

You can't remember the last time you got sick, even more so having this bad of a fever.

You felt cold, but your body was burning up.

It was around 3 in the evening and you haven't gotten out of bed yet, sweating all over your bed as your pants were the only thing you could think about. Hugging the sheets tightly as you felt yourself shivering.

Sam was supposed to come to your house today. He's been texting, trying to ask if you needed anything before he gets there, but to no use. You left your phone on the kitchen counter last night, and you felt too tired to try and look for it.

Not only tired, but turned on for some reason. Your body felt extremely needy and you were too delusional at the time to really think about anything else.

Minutes later, there was Sam at your door, knocking. Since you didn't respond, he decided to take the spare key you hid just in case. You didn't even notice the door opening when he suddenly asked your name.

Opening your eyes and looking at the door, you saw him hurriedly walking closer to you.

"Are you okay, baby?" He asked, touching your exposed shoulder from the oversize you wore to sleep. "You're burning up."

You softly blinked while looking at him, "Angel...?" You said, having some white dots blind your vision, making him look mystical in your eyes. You tried touching him. "You're an.. angel?" You touched his cheek, only for him to hold your hand down.

"Close, I'm your boyfriend." He smiled, kissing your warm hand. "Baby, you're burning up. Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, looking around. "Where's your phone?"

"Dunno... C'mere." You tried to push him closer to you with the little to no strength you had. "Cuddles."

"Hold up, let me find you some medicine real quick." He said, walking away. You whine, wanting him close to you. Trying to reach out, you end up falling from the bed, now whining at the ache in your body.

He quickly turns back after hearing you. "Oh, god. Are you okay?? Did you get hurt?" Worry in his voice as he picks you up bridal style. You reassure him you were fine. "Be careful, okay?" He kisses your cheek and tries to set you back down on the bed, but you've trapped him now.

"No." You pout, holding him by the neck with your new found strength, not wanting to let go.

"Baby." He laughs at how clingy you suddenly got. He sighs, "Alright, c'mere." He positions your legs around his waist, holding you by the ass. You quickly adjust yourself, getting comfortable as you rest your head on his shoulder, hugging him right.

He softly rubs your back while walking out of the room. Wasting no time, he quickly looks for some medicine and some clean towels to at least try and cool down your fever.

Even though your eyelids felt heavy, you made sure you were able to kiss his neck while he was doing whatever he was doing. It made him laugh at the touch.

"At least you seem to be having fun. You're sweating like crazy though..." He whispers, feeling the sweat drip down your back.

Looking back at the kitchen, he noticed it was extremely dry and clean. "Have you eaten anything?" He asks, knowing that you don't usually leave the kitchen this clean until it's the end of the day since, quoting yourself, 'why clean twice if you'll use them again'.

"No." You whispered, almost unnoticed due to your voice suddenly getting raspy, giving him shivers as your kisses on his neck keep on going. It seems to be keeping you sane from the world spinning so quickly.

"So I'm guessing you haven't gotten out of bed 'til now?" You hummmed. "I'll take that as a yes. Well then." He sighs and walks towards the counter, sitting you down. He softly takes your hands off his neck, making you open your eyes to look at him with a frown.

He laughs at the site, cupping your face and kissing your nose. "I'll be here, I'm going to make you something to eat, but first..." He grabs some pills and a cup of water. "Let's try and cool that fever down."

Without much arguing, you drink the pill down while you look at him cook for you. For a moment, your vision turned normal and you were gazing his way, almost hypnotized by him.

You just wanted to hug him, cuddle with him underneath the sheets while he caresses your hair. Being on top of him, straddling him while you were fast asleep on his chest.

He certainly understood the assignment, since he kept on giving you soft kisses and hugs while he was working on your quick meal.

Although you wanted nonstop touching, you were able to manage for the moment. Merely because you got lost in his figure.

Such a sweet boyfriend you had.

He knew you too well. The food he made was not much, but enough for you to be able to munch it down without problem, just in case you get too full and throw it all up.

He made sure to help you eat, passing a cold towel on your shoulders and face to try and cool you off in the meanwhile.

It did work for a short while.

After some food, you opened your arms towards him, expecting him to carry you back to bed, and so he did.

You don't quite know exactly what was it about your bed that made you feel this way, but as soon as you knew you were inside your room, the urge to merely cuddle changed to sexual desire. As if some aphrodisiac went into your system as soon as you saw him close to a bed.

You sighed on his neck at the feeling, making him shiver. Your dilated eyes being a dead giveaway of your vivid thoughts, not even mentioning your quickly damping panties.

As soon as he tried to lie you down on the bed, you held his face and kissed his lips. He smiled in between and kissed back. Since your legs were surrounding his hips, you moved him to the side, making him lie down next to you.

Hurriedly putting yourself on top of him, you began grinding on his lap, gaining a moan in the midst of the kiss. As you both separated, trying to regain your breath, he sighed your name.

"You look... so good." You panted, hearts in your eyes. "I wanna taste you, Sammy." Your hand was moving through his chest, slowly falling down to the top of his pants.

"S-sweetheart, you're sick... you're supposed to be resting." He said, trying to calm himself down, but his body telling the truth. You felt his rising boner underneath you.

"After..." You whispered, holding onto the waistband of his pants and pulling them down. "I want this..." You continued, releasing his quickly growing friend.

And who was he to protest in your needs? If it is something you believe might make you feel better, so be it.

He sighed when he felt your warm hand over his dick, slowly and painfully touching his tip. He groaned at the feeling, while your mouth was basically watering at his sounds and the look on his face.

You moved to the side, getting your face closer to his dick while your ass was on the air. Licking his tip, you saw his face. A mix of love and lust filled his panting face.

You loved it.

You didn't make him wait much, licking his length before your hand started moving up and down. Sucking onto his tip, you wasted no time and started bobbing your head up and down, slowly pushing it deeper and deeper into your throat.

"Oh, fuck." He groaned, throwing his head back and putting the back of his hand infront of his lips, unable to close his mouth from the pleasure you were giving him. You kept sucking the tip every time you were on the edge of pulling out, it was driving him crazy.

He didn't last long, to say the least. His orgasm quickly reaching as you separated your mouth and started moving your hand faster, opening your mouth, waiting in anticipation.

Moaning, he came all over your face. Whatever got in your mouth you quickly gulped down, licking your lips while looking at his flustered stare.

"Sam." You sighed, giving a quick lick to his tip as you separated from it and crawled towards his face. Kissing and straddling him once again, he held onto your waist.

"You look so needy today, sweetheart." He smiled, grabbing your ass, pushing you down onto him once again, moaning as you feel his heat rubbing your clothed cunt.

"Fuck, Sam. Please..." You panted his name, shivering at the feeling. "I need you."

"Need me to help you, baby?" He said in a deep, romantic voice. You nodded prefusely at his comment.

It seems like a piece of your consciousness went missing for a second, since when you regained it, you had no clothes on. Sam's firm hands on your hips while he positioned himself in your pussy, knowing you were probably too needy for preparation.

In goes the tip, shortly followed by a slow thrust that made you whine, holding his shirt. He grunts for a moment.

"You okay, babe?" He caresses your ass, feeling you quickly tense up, choking his tip with your tightness. You nodded, trying to relax your muscles.

"Keep... going." You sighed, while he peppered your face with kisses. He moved your ass down with caution to not hurt you, slowly. Tempting.

When you were all settled, it took you a few moments to completely relax. As you felt more comfortable, you started moving your hips, letting him know he could move.

Taking notice of your actions, he helped you out. It didn't take long for him to start thrusting quickly inside of you, listening to your moans, leaving wet kisses on your neck.

He switched positions, putting you underneath and lifting one of your legs on top of his shoulders. Hitting those spots he couldn't before, you felt bliss. Your eyes rolled back while you arched your back.

While he went back to your warm, sweaty neck to leave some hickeys, you hugged him. Grabbing his shirt and clawing his back on accident, you surely left some marks to look at later.

You were on de edge of climax, twitching at the knot in your stomach forming up, whimpering. "Fuck, Sam, I'm... I'm coming." Hearing those soft, sexy sounds come out of your mouth, he could've easily cum right there.

"Come for me, baby." He whispered in your ear, speeding up his thrusts. After you moaned loudly and came all over his dick, he gave a few more thrusts before pulling out and releasing himself on your stomach.

Trying to regain your breath, he kissed your lips softly. Standing up, he went to the bathroom and came back with a clean towel to wipe you clean, kissing softly some random parts of your body while he's at it.

You yawned, noticeably exhausted after the session. He smiled at you, fixing you up before lying down next to you and holding you protectively in his arms. "Now we can cuddle." He said.

You hugged back, remembering that other urge that you had before, and successfully taking advantage of the situation you put yourself in. It felt good to be in his arms, even more so when his soft pats on your head seemed so dreamy and kind. The kisses on your forehead making it even better.

A few hours of cuddling later, you felt much more better. In fact, you felt better than most days after you sweat off all of that fever up and took a small nap, and it was all thanks to the best boyfriend ever.

"Are you okay, love?" You asked after he stood up from the bed but stopped moving.

"Yeah, yeah. Just got dizzy." He chuckled. You stood up to touch his forehead, thinking of the possibility.

"...you're burning up." Unfortunately, your suspicion was right. You accidentally gave him a fever.

The question is...

Is he the same as you when you get sick?

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fun fact there was a time where i actually got a horrible fever but i got so clingy and cuddly with everyone around me, so this is based on a true story LMAO (without the hot, sexy boyfriend unfortunately)

-nikkõ

[fierysword]

[Jane] Lead employed nuptial imagery in reference to   Wisdom; 'Wisdom', she tells us, 'hath made choice of Eve, for to be her mate'.15   Lead's Sophia mysticism even has an erotic quality which is frequently lacking   in her Christ mysticism.

She informs us that, having seen the   lustrous Presentation of [Wisdom's] perfect Comeliness and Beauty into one Spirit “I   was all inflamed, making complaint, bemoaning our selves, how we might possibly   compass the obtaining this matchless Virgin-Dove for our Spouse and Bride, who with   her piercing fiery Arrow of Love, had us wounded so deep, as no Cure throughout the   Circumference of this lower Sphere could be found.”

For Lead, the relationship with Wisdom is also a maternal one. In her visions of   April 1670, Sophia instructed Lead to 'Behold me as thy Mother'. The maternal   relationship is reciprocal, Wisdom being both mother and daughter to Lead's   regenerate soul: 'Out of my womb thou shalt be brought forth after the Manner   of a Spirit, conceived and born again; this shalt thou know by a new Motion of   Life, stirring and giving a restlessness, till Wisdom be born in the inward parts   of thy Soul.'

Gender in Mystical and Occult Thought: Behmenism and Its Development in England By Brian J. Gibbons

[oozedninjas]

Ghost Bridal

Summary: Rumor has it that the mystical jungle spirit will only resurface if a sacrifice is presented. However, Leo is taken aback. A sacrifice bridal wasn't something he would've expected from the people he vowed to protect. But with his mind clouded by the heat of his mating season, he resolves to accept you as oblation.

WARNINGS: NSFW/ 18+ / MDNI/10 years after the 2007 movie, so Leo 27-29/use of the word slut once/light dirty talk/mention of sexual toys/dry humping /oral (fem receiving) /Xenobiology (knot mentions)/somnophilia (if you read between the lines, squinting) / penetrative sex/chafing, bleeding and bruising/ aftercare/mating cycles/ The reader is referred to with she/her pronouns and possesses female anatomy/ Leo being the best boy despite the situation :')

Word count: 4,522

A/N: I now have an Ao3 account! This, along with other pieces, will be there by tomorrow!

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"Quick, it's about to start!" Mikey exclaimed, gesturing with his arm, urging them closer.

Donatello arrived first, arranging the cushions on the couch for Splinter. Just as he finished, Leo assisted him in sitting down, and Raphael placed a bowl of popcorn in his lap.

"I'm glad my sons make time to watch dramas with their father," Splinter commented.

Observing them all seated, his expression softened. Despite their age, they would always be his boys.

"We'll always have time for you, Dad," Mikey returned the smile.

The drama began. Donnie dimmed the lights with a small wrist device. The room fell quiet, illuminated only by the old television. Leo leaned his back on the sofa with a gentle expression before an itch of incompleteness stinged him again, rough, and stomach-twisting.

“There she is,” Splinter voiced, “I bet she will confess her love for Ma-”

The channel changed. On the screen, the afternoon news.

"Michelangelo!" 

Mikey jumped, searching for the remote long lost between the cushions on his side of the couch. Leo got up to help, removing the pillows while vaguely listening to the fast-paced voice of the reporter.

"The inhabitants are desperately sending smoke signals and performing spiritual rituals to summon back the ghost of the jungle, a vigilante spirit who guarded the village ten years ago."

Leo's eyes snapped back to the screen.

"The situation is unsustainable. The factory is damaging the ecosystem. Losing it would signify the beginning of a collapse for humanity," said a doctor with exasperation. He pulled the mic from the news reporter as he approached the camera.

"If somehow you're listening, please come back. The jungle needs you. We need-"

The channel changed back to the drama.

"Found it," Mickey said, waving the remote. 

No one cared anymore. Every pair of eyes was fixated upon Leo, whose heart pounded within his chest, echoing throughout his shell.

"You must go," said Splinter.

He tensed, sensing Raph’s gaze over him.

"We must go,” he said, turning to his brothers. “All of us." 

Donatello sighed. "I'm allergic to mosquito bites."

Mikey grimaced. "Since when?"

"Since now." 

Raphael gave Leo a barely noticeable melancholic smile.

"We aren’t kids anymore. It ain't the end of the world if ya gotta disappear for a bit," he said teasingly.

"Oh, I get it. It's a solo trip," Mikey said, lowering his gaze.

"I won't be far for too long," Leo remarked as if it were a promise.

Donatello scoffed. "We'll survive without you for quite a while. Don't rush to commitment. We know."

At that moment, all he could offer Donnie was a smile. However, as Leo descended from the cargo ship and stepped into the border of the jungle, he finally understood what his brother meant. Taking a deep breath of the fresh, humid air of the greenery, his gaze danced along the flora surrounding him. This was it—the missing piece: nature. The sensation of embracing a certain aspect of himself that could not find fulfillment in the heart of a bustling city.

— – -

It took Leo no more than two months to gradually dismantle the construction site. An appearance here, a couple of blows there, a few noises at night, and a town full of people who convinced the businessmen responsible for the project that the jungle ghost was as tangible as the machinery stripping the trees. And that was it. He could go back after completing the mission.

However, akin to the first time, he stayed. This time not out of fear of not meeting his father’s expectations, but because adulthood had taught him it was okay to take breaks. It was okay for him not to be a leader, an elder brother, or a ninja all the time. It was more than okay to just be Leo.

After another couple of months, plants had claimed the machinery's remains. Some metal pieces still exposed to the sun sparkled, giving it an almost magical touch. The town's inhabitants built a statue resembling an anthropomorphic monk. It wasn't exactly cute, but Leo supposed it was better than revealing his true identity.

Living in the wild brought a new adventure every second, and Leo couldn't stay still. During the day, he collected food and brought it to his old underground hideout, a sort of cenote reflecting sunlight by day and stars at night, with enough space to exist in peace.

With the moon as his guide, he took care of various issues entrusted to him by the community. More than anything, moving heavy objects or patrolling certain areas. Given that most people were elderly, it was understandable.

Feeling free was satisfying. It was nice having a personal sense of purpose, liberated from the weight of carrying a team, and away from the possible repercussions of his decisions. There were no external pressures, no responsibilities beyond those self-imposed, and although there were nights when he missed his brothers, video calls were more than enough, as Donnie had gifted him a high-tech device before he left. Things were far better than alright… until winter wore off.

On the first morning of spring, Leo awoke to a familiar heat rising in his lower belly, prompting a strong urge to relieve the discomfort. He groaned. It only worsened with time. Regardless of the hour of day, he found himself suddenly lost in thoughts about his sexual toys, and all the ways he could be using them. The more he tried to distract himself, the more the memory of the relief they provided infiltrated his every waking moment. 

Leo hummed, pressing a hand down his plastron, over the area that ached the most. It was beginning to get pretty sensitive. Bad sign. 

Perhaps the villagers wouldn't be alarmed if he missed work for just one night, but as the next night came, and the next, and the next, things showed no sign of improvement. Leo began to feel more than just anxious. To make matters worse, at this point, not even fucking his fist was enough. It helped get his mind clear for the day, but the underskin burning never quite faded.

Leo turned over his leaf-makeshift bed, which now seemed ten times more unpleasant, and tried in vain to suppress the urge to go out and figure out how to make it more comfortable for himself and his ma– Leo snorted at the thought. It was horrible to endure instincts conflicting with rational thought. There had never been such a thing as a 'mate' in his life. A couple of partners, sure, but nothing close to someone who saw him like this. The mere thought of being unable to hold back or keep composure twisted his stomach.

“Fuck—” he sighed under his breath.

His hand closed around his shaft, gripping it deliciously as he moved it fast-paced. Small whimpers fell from his lips, heat spreading through his body. The peak of the season was the worst part of it. 

His head fell back as he hissed, hooded eyes locked in the sky as he chased his release. His voice rose more than he'd like as he came loud and long, spilling hot loads all over his plastron.

Leo coughed before catching his breath. He cleansed himself with a rag dampened in cold water, the sensation leaving him slightly dizzy. Every inch of his body ached. As he focused on the soothing coolness, a faint sound of footsteps reached him. He sharpened his hearing; an agitated breath came with it. Someone dared to trespass into his territory. 

The mere thought sent anger coursing through his veins, propelling him hastily toward the origin of the sound. He landed with a resounding thud, causing the scattered branches on the ground to snap beneath his weight. The intruder staggered backward. His katana reached their throat, halting mere inches before the tender flesh.

As the moonlight cast its glow, clarity washed over his vision: a woman, draped in an ethereal white fabric, lay sprawled on the ground. The wind carried her scent to his nose, and he instinctively covered his snout with his forearm before retreating, concealing himself behind a sturdy tree. His pupils dilated, taking her in.

"What are you doing here?" Leo rasped.

— – -   

You gasped a couple of times before digesting that what you just saw was not human. 

It’s okay, you said to yourself, It’s him. It's the same voice, steady, gravelly, and with a hint of sparkle. He who had rescued you so many years ago. He, who took care of everyone in the village. He, to whom the elders held respect and affection. Once you caught your breath, you began to recite long-memorized lines.

"Mighty spirit of the wild, protector of the jungle, I— I have been sent as an oblation for you to do as you please. If that brings you back to our aid."

Leo scoffed, disbelief evident in his expression. "They forced you here?" Anger was palpable in his voice. Perhaps he had been protecting the wrong kind of people.

"No!" you quickly clarified. "I offered myself.”

Your scent was intoxicating: sweet with a hint of spice. He focused on breathing through his mouth.

“Why?”

You gave one step closer, cautiously. “Consider it a payback. For your help to everyone in the village.”

"Payback?" he sneered. “I came back of my own free will. You owe me nothing.”

The urge to approach and tap your cheeks was gnawing at him. Fuck, he hated not to be in his freaking right mind. Hold it, Leo chanted in his mind. Hold it just for one more minute.

"I still want to lend you a hand,” you mumbled. “I- I have worked customer service, so I understand that taking care of other's needs constantly drains energy. I just thought you might want an extra hand."

Why was your voice suddenly so alluring? He huffed, exhausted.

"You offered yourself as a sacrifice bridal because you think I'm burnt out?"

You could hear a certain tension in his voice, stitched with a hint of sass—although, he seemed to be speaking through gritted teeth. Was he in pain?

His tone was harsher than he intended, perhaps due to the embarrassment of enduring his heat in the worst possible way. The branches and dirt cracked under your weight as you approached. Leo tensed, gripping his katana tightly.

“I know I may not have all my screws in place, but I wanted to return the favor for all the times you’ve saved us, that’s all. Help around in any way you see fit, whether it's assisting with chores you're too tired to do or whatever else you wish."

Your voice was as soft as a velvety touch wrapping around him, sensually caressing him like the finest silky fabric. It sent a shiver down his spine. He swallowed a gasp when you reached his side. His heart rate surged, echoing through every blood vessel. Leo moved back, the sharp katana once again mere inches away from your face, yet this time, trembling like he wasn't strong enough to hold it.

You raised your hands, palms showing. "But it's up to you. I really don't want to disturb you further."

You observed him wrestling with inner turmoil, his face taut, burdened by indecision. 

"You don’t understand what you’d be getting into." His gaze matched the depth of his voice.

"Tell me."

Leo exhaled heavily, whispering, "I'm burning."

He sounded like he was dying. 

“Are you sick?”

You took a step closer, and his face became much clearer.

He let out a sort of sardonic laugh. “No.”

Then you saw it: desire blazing bright in his eyes. You took a deep breath, considering. He remained as still as if he was another three in the green landscape. It hit you right there.

"Spring is when the reproductive cycle of life forms begins, isn't it?" you were searching for toned-down words so as not to make him uncomfortable. “That's what's happening to you," you stated, half matter-of-factly, half realizing it. 

"Then you understand what it would mean to stay and help me," he said. "So leave. Run back, I'll guard your flank."

You stood your ground, despite your shaky legs. “I'll help.”

“What?” he gasped in disbelief.

“I won't go back as a failure, and I won't let you suffer when you've broken your back to keep us safe. I will help you.” you stated. The resolution in your voice made him shiver.

"You don’t get it," he said, feeling every ounce of self-control slowly dropping off his body. 

Shit, he wanted to just accept. Why was he even holding back? Bet you were such a slut, bet you were thinking how would it feel to have your pretty cunt so fucking stretched by his knot.

“I do. You need reli-” 

"No, you don't," he snapped. The blue mask framed the gravity of his expression. "When I start, I won’t stop. Not even if you beg, not even if you cry. Is that clear?" 

You swallowed hard, your voice carrying a slight tremor as you responded, "Yeah."

"For as long as it lasts, I won't let you leave. You might get hurt... do you understand?"

"Yes," you muttered, finally mustering the courage to slowly push the sword out of the way. He allowed it, his eyes guarded.

You aimed closer, taking one steady step after the other. Your hand reached out until the tips of your fingers finally grazed his plastron. You slid them until the full palm pressed against it. He shivered under your touch, a faint sound escaping his lips. A moan?

There was a different glow in his eyes when he settled them back on you. They shone like he was seeing something beyond. His hand closed around your wrist, pulling you. Your chest crashed against his front, knocking the air out of you. Another mutant hand gripped you tight on the opposite side. His face landed on the crook of your neck. He growled as he took a deep breath before letting out a sigh. You held your breath.

Leo stopped, his agitated breathing inches away from your ear. Raspy, desperate, needy.

"Wait here. I'll come back for you in an hour," he instructed, reluctantly breaking the embrace to hold your face. You moved with him as he seemed to rock you. His forehead was inches away from yours. "This is your chance to flee."

He let go, and as if he were indeed a ghost, he vanished into the shadows of the night.

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You waited until the thin clouds finished traveling the night sky, clearing it entirely, allowing the stars to shine. For a moment, doubt crept in, making you wonder if he would return.

"You stayed," he muttered in disbelief.

You snapped back, scanning for the source of his voice. He landed before you, a smoother descent this time. His demeanor underwent a subtle change, softer and tinted with a hint of nervousness.

"Follow me," he instructed.

You stood up, shook the dirt off the white cloth covering you, and trailed behind him through the vines and bushes. With his sword, Leo skillfully cut through some overly dense branches, making a path for you.

"Where are we going, ghost?"

"To a secluded place," he said. After a brief pause, he added, "My name is Leonardo."

You snorted. He halted, casting a quizzical look over his shoulder.

"Sorry, I was expecting something less... ordinary," you chuckled. "It's a beautiful name; a bit too formal, tho. Can I call you Leo?"

He smirked, resuming his pace. You were easy to talk to, a quality he found comforting. "Sure. So, what's yours?"

You shared your name, and he said it back. “Pretty.”

His voice, along with the praise, made your belly tingle.

He took you to a kind of cenote a couple of meters below. The surroundings stole your breath. Various shades of green foliage reclined on moss, bathed in the glow of a mellow fire dancing near the shore. The light cast the reflection of the water swells upon the walls of earth and rock. 

Beyond the flames of the campfire, there was a makeshift… nest? —more resembling leaves intertwined over the mushy moss— stacked beneath a rock bowl. The scent of flowers lingered heavily. There would likely be more than a couple on the seemingly soft pile. It looked like he had been living there for a while. 

The feeling of his hands on your sides jolted you. You turned. He was looking down at you, his gaze intense, silently conveying a question, hungered for answers. His teeth clamped together, still in pain, it seemed. You placed your hand over his.

"It's okay. I'm not afraid." 

"No?" 

Leo cupped your cheek, his fingers gently tapping. It seemed like something he couldn't suppress any longer. In an attempt to reciprocate, you did the same to him, using both hands.

“No.”

It must have struck a nerve because he yanked you from the spot where you stood, practically tossing you into the heap of leaves. He landed above you, a hand behind your head. It was so sudden that it made you dizzy. You clung to the edge of his plastron as he pressed you against it. 

Leo caught your mouth. His kiss was deep, fervent, demanding, exuding an almost fuel-ignited heat. His tongue interlaced with yours, and he moaned when you kept up with him. 

You gasped for air when he let go. A pang of bolt-like tickles sprouted and spread from your belly through your veins, and they reverberated through every place he explored with open, calloused palms. He dragged his hand across your side, all three fingers groping your breasts ravenously, pinching your nipples above the fabric. You gasped.

Leo carried his kisses to your neck, nibbling at it right over your pulse line, sucking the soft flesh hard enough to make you yelp. That would leave a mark. He grinned over the bruise before finding another spot near it to make another.

You felt his grip over your thighs as one of his hands had somehow found out how to go past that ridiculously long bride-like dress. You embraced him with your legs, pulling him close to your core and arching your back as if you were in heat alike upon feeling his front so tight against your cunt.

He humped over your clothed slit, pushing your legs wider to accommodate himself, after which he thrust again, this time letting out an earnest groan right into your ear. His hot breath against your skin gave you goosebumps. 

You whimpered, seeking a place to anchor yourself. Slipping a hand through the top of his shell, you secured yourself to his broad shoulders as he kept grinding on you frantically. 

You spread your legs wider in an attempt to feel the friction better. The lower part of his plastron was soaked, and the slimy moisture seeped through your clothing smoothly. It felt so good that you started clenching and unclenching to increase the sensation.

His voice quivered as a hot liquid damped you down, sticking to the clothes. You remained there, fixed as he caught his breath. Leo got up on his knees. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. You could then notice every perfectly formed muscle on his body. Below his belly, his cock was glistening with the slick of the previous cum. His size was not as intimidating as the knot at the base, swollen and somewhat red. He looked almost immaculate.

Leo removed the blue bandana in one swift movement, and in the next, he ripped off the ruined dress off your body. He panted, gaze lusting over your nakedness. His predatory gaze sent a shiver down your spine.

"Such a pretty little cunt," he said with a half-grin on his face. "Not wide enough to fit me, tho. Gotta fix that first."

He pushed your labia open with raspy thumbs before leaning down. You breathed in sharply upon sensing his snout so close. Leo licked a stripe over your slit, steady and soft. You gaped, holding his head with trembling fingers. His tongue was thick, mushy-like. You moaned when he circled it over your clit, before sucking on it. Your hips snapped up, offering as much of yourself as he was willing to take.

Leo lingered there, feasting on your puffy nub. You closed your eyes, head falling back. Soft whimpers and sighs echoed through the place as you squirmed between his arms.

He slid back to your entrance and pushed in, moaning at the taste. After a couple of testing thrusts, he began fucking you with his tongue: sleek, hot, and skilled in a way you weren't prepared for. 

You pushed his head deeper into you so your clit would rub against his snout, building an exquisite warmth inside your belly. Leo sensed you tensing under his grip, and he gave until the hot, sweet spasms of your walls told him you were satisfied.

His cock pulsated more with each passing moment, aching to get entirely sucked by your hot insides, and move. But fuck, if Leo retained yet one ounce of self-control, he committed it to ensure he wouldn't harm you that much. 

A fine line of saliva followed him for a fraction of a second when he pulled away, panting. He cleaned his face with his palm to then fist his cock, right above the swollen knot. You lifted your legs by pulling them towards you from behind the thighs, gaze thoroughly hypnotized by the sight of him lining with you. 

Leo let out a breathy moan as he pushed into you, the heat, the softness, and the sight taking away the last drops of his rational thought. 

The stretch stung slightly, but god, other than that, it was heavenly smooth. He bottomed out. Before he even moved, Leo spilled one hot load after the other, brimming you with cum. 

“Fuck—,” he panted. 

His chin rested on the crook of your neck. Your hands flew to his back, and you caressed his shell lovingly. His breathing evened with each controlled exhalation, yet the grip of his fingers over your flesh hadn't relaxed one scrap. It gave you the impression that he was holding back. Despite his feral desires, on the verge of losing his mind to pure instinct, he remained steadfast in his commitment not to harm you. Your heart melted.

“It's okay. I can take it,” you whispered tenderly, leaning your head over his, embracing him further.  

“No, this is— this is enough.” he gritted, voice sore. 

“Hey, I don't like giving half-heartedly. I told you it was alright," you told him, but it didn't seem like it was going through his stubborn head. So you changed the tone to try your luck. "Besides, I like how you feel inside me. I bet you'd fuck me so good."

His breath hitched. 

You grinned, clenching around his cock. “I bet you’re wondering how it’d feel, if you pushed your cute knot inside me.” 

“Stop it.” 

“Why?”

“I can’t— “

“Say you don’t want to.” you pulled his face to make him look at you. Hooded eyes bearing such a delightful dark gaze. He was about to snap, just one more small push. “Say you don’t want to breed me so fucking much it drips off my cunt. Say it, and I’ll shut up and let this to your own devices.”

His pupils dilate entirely. "Say that again." 

"Breed me so good." 

He kissed you at the same time he thrust, setting a frantic pace. His dick felt heavenly. It effortlessly reached the best spot inside you. You kept him pinned in the right place with the clasp of your legs, getting friction over your clit. 

He forced the pulsating nub inward, the stretch sent your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Ah— shit, yes. Yes.” he gritted, his voice drunken-like.

Irrepressible moaning streamed like a pretty song as his pace quickened. Leo sounded so fucking hot, relishing the instant. His orgasm triggered your own. Your back arched, and he slipped his arms underneath you, bringing you impossibly near to him as his dick pulsated deliciously, spreading the warmth within him through you.

Leo didn't stop after that. He continued to fuck you until your inner thighs bled from the continuous chafing against the edges of his shell, babbling something about pretty babies with your eyes. He was thoroughly unbound, mind spinning, burning as much as his passion for you. 

At some point, reality became a vaporous reflection on tempered glass. You were facing him at one moment, and then next, Leo held you by the hips as he ravished you in doggy style. His groaning, along with the lewd sound of wet skin slapping, anchored you to consciousness just enough to feel him spilling another hot wave of cum.

— – -

You woke up to the soft symphony produced by the combined sounds of the jungle—small animals rustling their wings, the wind whispering through the branches, a distant echo of a bird's song. The sun bathed the water in light, creating small waves that reflected the tranquil movement of the water all around.

Every inch of your body ached so intensely that the mere contemplation of movement welled tears in your eyes. Perhaps it had been too much. When you tried to shift, you felt something wet adhering to the skin of your thighs. Looking down, you found seaweed moistened with a scent that resembled a subtle mix of herbs.

A firm hand caressed your arm, and you tensed. However, the grip was gentle, almost hesitant, as if he were afraid to touch you. Slowly, you turned around. There he lay, gazing at you with bright, guilt-filled eyes.

"Good morning."

“Hello,” you greeted back.

"I'm sorry. It was-"

It's okay," you interrupted, placing a hand over his own. "I signed up for it. I told you I'd tough it out. Don't be too hard on yourself."

His gaze softened.

"Yet, I'm sorry I hurt you."

"You followed his gaze toward the area closed off with herbs. Bruises spread underneath. Then you noticed that, except for those bruises, you were pristine, and so was the place where you slept.

"You cleaned me up?"

"I had to do something for you. Although I know it's not enough, it’s a beginning," he said, fluttering the tips of his fingers near the damaged area.

"Thanks. So, is it over, or…?"

"The worst part is, we should be okay as long as someone keeps her mouth in check," he teased.

You chortled. "Sorry, not sorry."

He shared a laugh with you. Just as it subsided, Leo drew you into a tender embrace, snuggling you in a way that set your heart aflutter.

"I'm gonna keep you safe," he whispered.

You froze, a touch overwhelmed by the unexpected affection. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. The moment lingered until a rumble from your stomach shattered the magic. Your cheeks burned bright red. Leo chuckled softly.

"What would you like for breakfast?"

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Blurbs: Can’t Take My Eyes off You

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Summary: Date night! Joe can't help but express how infatuated he is with you. I mean, you drive him crazy.

(Part Two to - Part 1)

Warnings: Fluff, slight dirty talk

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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*Continuation of part one!*

It was just thirty minutes after my prank on Joe. He was currently sitting on the bathroom counter, watching me put on my makeup.

Just a little bit ago, Joe was rolling his eyes as I rewatched the prank footage, every laugh that left my lips making his glare harsher, but now he gazed at me with so much love behind his eyes.

I was still just in one of his T-shirts as I got ready, but to him that made me more enticing.

“Yes?” - you laughed

Joe just smiled at me, though it was clear I broke him out of his trance.

“You’re so beautiful.” - Joe grinned

“Thanks, handsome.” - you

My eyes found their way to his blushed cheeks, and mine only mirrored his.

“Love you, Mama.” - Joe

“Love you too, Joey.” - you

After setting my eyeshadow palette down, I moved between Joe’s legs, put my hands on his thighs, and placed a big kiss on his lips.

When I moved away and grabbed my curling iron, Joe only kept his gaze on me.

“Pardon my staring…” - Joe

“It's okay.” - you smiled

“I can’t take my eyes off you.” - Joe

I felt my cheeks heat up, just like Joe’s did moments before and attempted to hide my blush by looking down.

“That rug is nice, but if I were you, I'd be looking at the pretty girl in the mirror.” - Joe

“Joe, stop.” - you giggled

Joe loved teasing me with a lot of praise because he knew it got to me.

“I'll stop, but I'm still gonna watch you.” - Joe

“Perfectly fine with that, I just gotta kick you out when I put my dress on.” - you

“Perfectly fine with that.” - Joe echoed your words

——

Hair curled, makeup done, dress on, now heels…

Were heels the best option for a pregnant woman? No, but no other shoe option looked good with my dress.

Joe was for sure going to comment on it but in the end, he’ll listen to me and let me keep them on if I want.

Robin and Jimmy had just picked Miles and Tyson up to take them to their house for the night till tomorrow morning.

That being said, Joe told me he could be very vocal about what he thought about me in my dress.

I didn't keep him waiting for too long, and soon I was making my way down the stairs.

Joe stood at the bottom of them, a wide grin on his face as his eyes found me.

“Woah…” - Joe

My smile only got wider as I watched Joe’s eyes travel over my body. He winced when he looked down at my shoes and ran up the stairs to me.

“C’mere. It’s not safe for you to wear those heels down the stairs.” - Joe

He opened his arms, and I knew the drill. My arms wrapped around his neck as Joe picked me up bridal style.

Somehow, Joe walked down the stairs with ease and didn't let go of me till we were on solid ground.

“Thank you, baby.” - you

“No prob. But… I mean what kind of husband would I be if I let my pregnant wife walk down the stairs in those heels?” - Joe

“A normal one, probably.” - you laughed

Joe laughed along with me for a second before speaking up.

“You should know I'm not a normal husband by now.” - Joe

“You really aren't. Most husbands aren't perfect like you.” - you winked

“Don’t look at me like that, Mama. You know what it does to me.” - Joe

Out of nowhere, the sexual tension filled the room. It was more overwhelming than Joe’s blue-eyed gaze on me.

“What’s that mean?” - you

Joe moved forward and wrapped his arms around me, his eyes trailing from my eyes, then lips, then baby bump.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, even more, now that you're pregnant.” - Joe

I’d never get over how Joe constantly made me feel like the sexiest, most gorgeous mommy out there.

“Can’t wait to put another baby in you...” - Joe

“Aye! Slow your roll, there, hot stuff, this one isn’t even out yet.” - you

Joe laughed loudly but kept his arms around me.

“I was just playin’.” - Joe

I moved away to look into his smiling face which in a matter of seconds had faltered into a devious expression.

“Maybe..” - Joe

“Joseph Lee!” - you slapped his chest playfully

His smile returned to his face as Joe pulled away from me and took one of my hands in his, lacing our fingers together as he walked to the front door.

“Let's go, Mama.” - Joe

——

While at dinner at Jeff Ruby’s, we were in our regular secluded corner, I had dropped my fork.

Joe insisted that I use his and he would go up to find a server and get one, but I told him I'd rather get up and walk around for a second.

With the biggest RBF he could muster up, Joe agreed to let me get up but said not to leave his sight.

Unbeknownst to me, Joe snapped a picture of me as I stood just a few feet away from our table.

When the picture popped up on his phone, Joe felt his cheeks heat up as he looked at it, zooming in on my features.

I had Joe’s suit jacket draped over my shoulders, and the way my dress accentuated my bump only made me more desirable to him.

That's my wife, Joe thought.

He grinned to himself as he watched me talk to a waitress and get a new set of silverware.

As I walked back to our table, I slightly gave Joe a “What are you up to?” look as I saw his cheeky grin.

He shrugged it off and continued smiling at me.

“Can’t take my eyes off you.” - Joe grinned

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Authors note: well, that ending is terrible.

Requests for this fic;

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

[viennafantasies]

hey can I request dating damon salvatore hcs?

heyy, of course I can do that for you. this might be a bit terrible bc it's my first time, but I'll give it a go! <3 18+ warning (kind of)

Damon's love language is physical touch. He's always trying to find a way to touch you. He gets super jealous if anyone touches you in some way, even if it's a simple brush of hands.

Damon worships you; he sometimes jokes around . If you walk into a room that he's in, he goes down on his knees and says soft words: 'my saviour'. If he gets horny (which is easily) he'll say 'I pray to be in you right now.' He's not usually the religious type because of how the church disgusts people like him but he'll definitely do a little roleplay in bed. ;)

If you and damon ever get into an argument he'll never break first because he thinks he's always right. He will definitely keep a grudge until you say sorry first. He'll hardly say it but if it's been too long and he misses you he'll say it just to kiss you. You're usually the one saying it first.

Damon would do anything for you; he'll travel the whole entire world to find something that you need because your his priority.

Damon would definitely kiss you bridal style. He always dreamed to marry the girl of his dreams - which spoiler is you. He'll kiss you passionately most of the time if your in bed or lounging away.

Damon for sure is obssessed with your ass. Don't get me wrong he'll of course love every part of you but he obssesses over that physical part of you. Anytime you're in front of him he'll grab your ass saying 'can't wait for you to ride me later so I have a perfect view of your ass.'

Damon is extremely protective, he made multiple enemies in the years he's been a vampire and his weakness is you. So if they find you he'll get super angry.

Damon knows when your upset; so even if you try and hide it with a fake smile he'll always find out. He'll do anything to make you happy even if it means risking his own life for your safety.

Damon worries about you every day, you're a mere human unfortunately. Thus, if any vampires, hybrids, werewolves or any other mystical beings try to kill you or turn you he'll protect you at all costs.

Damon thinks you're the most beautiful girl he's ever lay eyes on. Therefore, you occasionally catch him staring at you with a charming grin that makes your cheeks turn pink.

Damon made a vow to you that he'll never kill a human being again. Which is extremely hard for someone like Damon who's only way of living is to feast on mortals. Not even blood bags will suffice the hunger he has once he hears or sees a drop of blood. Hence, if his hunger is stronger you'll always try and give some of your blood to him even if he refuses multiple times.

A/n: Thank you so much for reading this and if you've got to the end. This isn't proofread so it might turn terrible. I hope you enjoyed and I wish you an amazing day, byee. <3