#but instead we’re spread out and far away from each other

[southislandwren]

Bro today sucked so bad we all (minus the coach) sat in our hotel room and gossiped about how it sucked in every way possible. I’m so fucking sad I failed these kids and everything has gone wrong. Like I know it’s mostly not my fault but also it’s very much my fault. I’m literally an assistant coach I should have my shit together

[rafesbabygirlx]

A Lot of Time has Passed | Part 3

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

Season 4 Rafe x Maybank reader

Summary:Beginning at the time jump, the Pogues seemingly succeeded at something, Rafe is struggling with making amends and being a better person. JJs sister left the island after returning from South America. Returning after 18 months with a secret.

A/N: you’re in for a treat. this one’s a little longer than part 1 and 2. I hope you enjoy.

Not proofread

Word count: 4.7k

Warnings: MDNI, SMUT (oral, f & m receiving, p in v different positions, overstimulation) more talk of loss, arguing, physical altercation, (just a slap) discussion of abortion

You woke up in a daze, your mind still foggy, completely unprepared for the challenges that the day ahead might hold. The clock on the wall blares that it’s already 10:30 AM, a clear indication that time has slipped away from you. With a reluctant sigh, you muster the energy to pull yourself out of bed. As you make your way into the living room, the sight that greets you is heartwarming: Kie and Cleo are sprawled on the floor, engaged in playful antics with Vivienne, affectionately known as V.

“Good morning!” Cleo chirps cheerfully. “She had a big girl breakfast, took her morning nap, and now we’re playing with her stuffed turtles!” The joy in her voice is infectious, instantly brightening your mood.

Vivienne, who is typically up by 5:30 AM, has already had her morning nap around 9:00 or 9:30, and now she’s fully awake and eager for attention. As soon as she notices you, she struggles to pull herself up to her feet, wobbling slightly as she makes her way toward you. It’s remarkable to see how far she’s come in just two short months since she took her first steps. With her determination, you wouldn’t be surprised if she becomes a sprinter by the time she turns two. Clutching a toy turtle in her tiny hand, you scoop her up, noticing the adorable purple onesie she’s wearing, which is adorned with a delightful array of baby turtles. It seems that this little one has developed quite the fascination with them.

You plant a big kiss on her cheek, savoring the sweet moment, before gently returning her to Kie and Cleo, who are more than eager to continue their play. Just as you are about to settle into your morning routine, Pope arrives, bringing with him a spread of delicious food for everyone. You share a leisurely breakfast as the others entertain Vivienne, allowing you some precious moments to gather your thoughts and prepare for the day ahead.

Once you feel awake and refreshed, you take your time adding the finishing touches to your makeup and styling your hair. By the time you emerge, Kie, Cleo, and Pope are ready to head out for the day, each of them aware of the importance of giving you space to handle things on your own, especially when it comes to Rafe. There’s a sense of camaraderie as the girls envelop you in warm hugs, offering encouraging words that bolster your spirits. Pope extends a fist bump in playful camaraderie, but you choose instead to lean in for a heartfelt hug, expressing your gratitude for the breakfast and their unwavering support. It’s these little moments that remind you just how fortunate you are to have such a loving and supportive circle around you.

You spend some delightful time playing with Vivienne, losing track of the minutes as her laughter fills the room. Before you know it, the clock strikes 12:30, signaling her lunchtime. You prepare a small feast of bite-sized turkey sandwich pieces, fresh raspberries, and tender steamed broccoli, watching as she eagerly indulges in each morsel. By 1 PM, she finishes her meal, perfectly timed for her afternoon nap. You gently feed her a bottle, rocking her softly in your arms until her eyelids grow heavy, and finally lay her down in your bed, surrounded by her favorite stuffed animals.

With Vivienne peacefully asleep, the quiet of the house settles in around you, leaving you alone with your thoughts as you wait for Rafe’s arrival. You grab your phone, scrolling through messages and social media, then take a moment to tidy up her toys scattered across the living room floor. As the minutes tick by, the silence becomes almost palpable, and you find yourself nervously biting your nails, anxiety bubbling to the surface.

You briefly forget just how punctual Rafe is. At 1:58, the familiar sound of his truck crunching over the gravel outside jolts you from your thoughts, and by 2 PM on the dot, there’s a knock at the door. Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you open the door to find Rafe standing there, arms laden with a dozen shopping bags.

“Hey—what the hell is this, Rafe?” you exclaim, surprised at the sight. He breezes past you, making himself at home as he sets the bags down in the living room.

“I didn’t want to come empty-handed, and since I didn’t know what she likes or what size she really is, I may have bought one of every toy and a couple of sizes of clothes,” he explains, a hint of pride in his voice.

“She’s one, Rafe. She wouldn’t be offended if you didn’t bring anything at all. So much for my hope of not spoiling her,” you reply, your voice laced with frustration.

“Yeah, well, I never knew that was your plan,” he counters, and you can feel the guilt creeping in as your gaze drops to your feet, the weight of the moment settling heavily on your shoulders.

“So where is she?” he asks, looking around the room.

“She’s in my room, napping,” you respond.

He looks at you, clearly puzzled. “You invited me here at this time, and she’s not even up?!”

You roll your eyes and huff a breath, trying to keep your composure. “Her lunch is at 12:30, and she naps from 1 to 2. Do you really think I’d invite you over without a plan?”

“Alright, sure, whatever you say,” he replies, his tone dismissive.

You grab his arm, urgency in your voice. “I wanted you to come at this time because I wanted you to help me get her up. It’s one of my favorite moments. I thought it’d be a good one for you to experience first.”

“Oh, okay, sorry,” he replies, his demeanor shifting as he follows you into the bedroom.

You approach the bed, softly rubbing Vivienne’s temple as you gently speak to her. “Wake up, baby girl, it’s time to get up.” She stirs, tiny hands rubbing her eyes as she shifts under the covers. When she finally opens her bright blue eyes, a radiant smile spreads across her face, and she giggles as you tickle her stomach.

“Mama,” she says, her voice breaking through the laughter, and your heart swells with joy. You scoop her up into your arms, beaming as you turn to Rafe, who stands there, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide in disbelief. The sight of you and Vivienne together is a moment of pure magic, one that he seems to be taking in entirely, a mixture of awe and wonder painted across his face.

You both make your way into the living room, where you gently set Vivienne down on the floor, right in the midst of the colorful bags Rafe brought with him. “Watch her for a second,” you say, casting a playful glance back at Rafe. He looks startled, his eyes wide with uncertainty. “You’ll be fine, Rafe,” you giggle, heading toward the kitchen.

As you prepare a snack for Vivienne, you glance back at Rafe, who is now on the floor with her. His hand hovers hesitantly above her, clearly unsure of how to engage, but a broad smile spreads across his face as he watches her. This sight warms your heart, and a blush creeps onto your cheeks as you admire the moment.

You return to the living room, placing the snack on the floor, and Vivienne crawls over to it eagerly. The sight of the bags scattered around fills you with a mix of surprise and amusement. “You really didn’t need to do all of this,” you tease, looking at Rafe with a playful smirk.

“I wanted to,” he replies earnestly. “Aside from not knowing anything about her or her size, I wanted her to have these things.” You start pulling items out of the bags: baby books, clothes in three different sizes—thankfully he included larger sizes, too, anticipating her growth. Among the bags, you find a collection of stuffed animals, and as you pull out a plush sea turtle, Vivienne snatches it from your hands, tossing her snack aside in her excitement.

“She’s definitely in a bit of a turtle phase,” you and Rafe laugh together, the tension from earlier dissipating as the day unfolds without a hint of awkwardness. Rafe quickly becomes comfortable, diving into playtime with Vivienne while you join in at points. As you watch them together, it’s undeniable how much she resembles him. Even the features you often claim to be yours seem to fade away, overshadowed by the undeniable similarities. It’s as if you’re gazing at two twins, a striking reflection of one another.

When dinner time rolls around, you enlist Rafe's help to prepare Vivienne’s meal, allowing him to learn what she likes. After dinner, he helps give her a bath, and you both share in the delight of her giggles and splashes. Once she’s tucked into bed, you leave the room, expecting him to follow you. You turn around to find him lingering in the doorway, watching her with a soft smile, his thumb brushing over his cheek. In that moment, you realize you’ve never seen him look so utterly in love.

Eventually, he joins you on the couch, the atmosphere cozy and peaceful. “I don’t know how you ever get any sleep; I could watch her for hours,” he remarks, and you smile, though you can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. “Yeah, she’s a little sleeping beauty. She’s just perfect.”

Now that the two of you are alone, you know some difficult conversations need to happen. Rafe lets out a sigh, settling into the old, beat-up couch. The silence stretches between you for several moments before you decide to break it. “I’m not sorry for being okay with your dad being dead,” you state, the words hanging heavily in the air.

Rafe jolts his head in your direction, disbelief etched across his features. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Yes,” you reply firmly.

“After all this time, this is what you say to me? After an amazing day?” His frustration is palpable.

“Yes,” you insist again.

“I know it’s your dad, and I know you loved him, but how do you not understand, even after everything, how awful he was?”

“Maybank enou—”

“NO! What he did to Sarah, how he barely cared about Wheezie, and how he turned you into a monster!” Your voice rises, but you simultaneously remain calm, determined to explain your perspective.

“You can be an asshole sometimes, but the way he turned you into a self-destructive shell of yourself was more than enough reason for me. The way he abused you, almost strangling me and Sarah to death on the ship—all over greed. He was an evil man, and I will never miss him.”

Rafe stands, his face flushing with anger. “That is my father! Your precious Pogues had him killed, and you have the nerve to not even be slightly remorseful?! What the hell is wrong with you?”

You roll your eyes, frustration bubbling up inside you. “You never even gave me the chance to explain! You pushed me away, and you probably don’t even know the truth. I’m not trying to make you hate him, but you need to understand where I’m coming from.”

You urge Rafe to sit back down, hoping to calm his nerves, mindful of Vivienne’s peaceful slumber. You take a deep breath and begin explaining everything that led up to Ward and Big John’s deaths, carefully detailing the events without glossing over the pain that was inflicted on everyone involved. Including John B, who also lost his father that day, for a second time.

Rafe listens in silence, absorbing the weight of your words. He remains speechless, unable to formulate a response, and eventually, he pulls you into him, resting his head on your shoulder. You can feel the warmth of his tears soaking into your arm, and you cradle his head gently, offering him comfort.

After a moment, you pull away slightly and ask him to stay the night. “I, uh�� I had plans with Sofia to meet Topper and his girl in a bit,” he admits, and you feel a wave of disappointment wash over you.

“Oh, right, of course you do,” you reply, attempting to laugh it off, but the sting of that reality lingers. You had forgotten that Rafe had built a new life while you were gone.

As you get up, preparing to head to bed, he suddenly yanks you back down into his lap, brushing the hair that has fallen around your face behind your ear. “I guess I technically have a valid excuse for not making it,” he says with a smirk, and before you can respond, he pulls you in for a kiss.

You deepen the kiss, your fingers tangling in the back of his neck as he lifts you effortlessly, laying you back down on the couch without breaking the kiss. “I’ve fucking missed these lips,” he murmurs between kisses, each one igniting a spark of passion.

In the heat of the moment, you almost miss the front door slamming open. A drunken JJ comes barreling in, followed closely by Kie, Pope, and Cleo. “I thought it smelled like shit in here!” he exclaims, loud and boisterous.

“Be quiet, JJ. V is sleeping,” you say, your voice firm but playful. Rafe turns his head to reply, but you quickly pull him back to face you, giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Let’s go to my room,” you whisper, your heart racing with excitement and a hint of mischief, as the evening takes an unexpected turn.

As you head toward your door, JJ interrupts with a piercing remark. “King Rafe, self-proclaimed good at everything he does except being a stand-up father. Leaving my sister like that just to let you back in so easily? I’d think something was wrong with her if you weren’t a world-class manipulator just like your father.”

“JJ!” you exclaim, your voice sharp with disbelief.

Rafe starts to move toward him, clearly bewildered by JJ's accusations. You quickly intervene, urging him to go into your room. Standing on the opposite side of the kitchen island, you confront JJ, frustration boiling over. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you say that to him?”

JJ scoffs, crossing his arms defiantly. “Please, he deserves it! After everything he did to you?! You’re defending him?”

You raise your hand, your patience wearing thin. “JJ, lower your fucking voice! I told you V is sleeping.” But he continues to rant about how much of a piece of shit he thinks Rafe is, and you finally reach your breaking point.

“I LIED!” you yell, your voice echoing in the tense atmosphere, completely disregarding your own advice to keep it down.

“I lied, JJ. Everything I told you about what happened after I left wasn’t true. He never knew. He never knew I was pregnant; he never knew I had V. I tried to push down my feelings about what he said to me the last time I saw him, and I tried to convince myself he didn’t want either of us. It was easier. You hated him anyway, so it was simpler to tell you guys that, too. The guilt ate me up every day! That’s why he’s here. He deserves the chance to meet her, whether you all like it or not.”

JJ leans over the counter, slurring his words. “You should’ve just gotten that abortion like you planned to, so we didn’t have to deal with this mess and have him around.”

“JJ!” Kie yells, her tone sharp and reprimanding.

Without thinking, you slap JJ across the face, the sound echoing in the room. His head jolts to the side, and to your shock, he laughs. The gasps from everyone else in the room create a heavy tension, and for a split second, your own face falls in disbelief at your actions. But anger quickly replaces that disbelief as you stare at him, furious that he could say something so hurtful to you. “Good, maybe that’ll sober him up a bit,” you retort and turn toward your room, feeling a rush of adrenaline.

As you slip past Rafe, you barely register that he has been standing there the entire time, watching the confrontation unfold. He closes the door behind him, the soft click resonating in the tense silence.

He sits down on the bed, a weighty silence hanging in the air. Without a word, you straddle his lap, pulling him into a feverish kiss, desperate to drown out the chaos that just erupted. You can’t talk about it now; you just need to feel something else, something that’s yours.

Rafe responds instantly, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you in closer. “We don’t have to talk now. Let me take care of you instead,” he murmurs against your lips. With that, he stands up, holding you effortlessly, and lays you down on the bed, his body pressing against yours as the world outside fades away. In this moment, you find solace in each other, the storm of emotions momentarily forgotten as you lose yourselves in one another.

He holds you tightly at the waist, leaning over while kissing you passionately. As he slips his tongue into your mouth, he senses the familiar thrill he remembers. Slowly, he starts to lift your shirt. Realizing what he’s doing, you arch your back, eagerly yanking it off, and pull his shirt off in one swift motion. You grab his face, pulling him in to kiss him again, lost in the moment.

Rafe breaks the kiss, trailing his lips over your cheek, then along your jawline, and down to your neck. He gazes at your breasts, gently cupping both in his hands. Slowly, he takes your left nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking, lavishing attention on it for a few minutes before moving to the right. Soft moans escape your lips as pleasure courses through you.

Once he shifts his focus from your chest, his kisses travel down your stomach. He pauses at the waistband of your shorts, teasingly licking his way back up, over your stomach, between your breasts, and up to your neck and chin, before crashing his lips back against yours.

Kneeling before you, Rafe grabs your calves and plants soft kisses all over your legs. He takes hold of the waistband of your shorts, looking up at you for confirmation. You nod, heart racing, and he slowly pulls them off. A small whimper escapes you, fueled by the overwhelming desire to be closer to him. Once your shorts are discarded, his hands explore your thighs, rubbing and massaging the skin, warm kisses trailing behind.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Rafe spreads your legs apart, positioning himself perfectly in line with your core. He licks his lips. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good with just my mouth. I want you to cum all over my face,” he whispers, igniting a wave of pleasure in you at his words. He hasn’t even begun yet, and you’re already lost in the anticipation.

With a starving look in his eyes, he gently spreads your folds apart with his fingers, laying his tongue flat against you. A cry of ecstasy escapes your lips, and you don’t care if anyone outside can hear you. You secretly relish the thought of teasing your brother for what he said. It’s been so long since you’ve felt this kind of touch, and it’s all the more intoxicating that it’s Rafe’s tongue amidst your thighs.

Rafe begins to work his magic, he usually watches you from down there but he’s so into it and missed it he could only keep his eyes shut. Licking up and down your folds shaking his head left and right to build you up. You’re moaning like crazy. “Rafe… fuck!” You throw your head back. He begins to stick his tongue in and out of you circling your hole. You still can’t believe the speed he’s able to do this. He moves back up flicking your clit before fully engulfing his mouth over it and sucking on it hard. You begin to pant, it’s hard to breath, feeling the build up in your stomach. Your legs he’s holding back beginning to shake. It’s feels unreal. He won’t let up, moving back and forth from sucking on your clit, to laying his tongue flat and shaking the hell out of his head.

“Oh my god, Rafe I’m fucking - ah.” You arch your back and throw your head into the comforter, you cry out as you cum. He doesn’t let up, eating you out through your orgasm. Cleaning up every last drop of you. Once you’ve calm down he finally looks up at you. You meet his eyes and smile. Reaching down to wipe your arousal off his chin, pulling him to taste yourself on his tongue.

While kissing you reach down and begin to fumble with his belt. He smiles into your mouth. Standing he unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants and boxer briefs off in a swift motion. You lift you legs up and he slides comfortably in between them his hard cock laying on top of you. He’s looking down at you and you up at him. Maintaining eye contact you lick your hand and reach down and begin to pump him. He shivers at the motion and can’t help but watch you at this angle jerk him off with his mouth agape. He begins to fuck your hand throwing his head back when he can’t stand how good this feels. “Fuck baby, just like that.” He groans.

You loosen your grip when he looks back down. “Eyes on me, daddy.” A word you never used before, but it seems fitting because you’ve never seen him more sexy than today, being a father. He grunts at the demand (and the pet name.) You tighten your grip again now leaning down to like his tip. You hold your tongue flat out as he bumps into it with every thrust. You’ve know Rafe long enough to know when he’s about to cum. He doesn’t even need to warn you. His thrusts get faster and sloppier and he grunts above you. “Mama, shit stay just like that, ugh.”

He throws his head back again as he cums. Quickly regaining composure to look back down at you as your mouth fills with his hot liquid and you swallow it all. Finger grazing your upper lip to catch some strays and suck it off.

Before you know it, he’s grabbing you by the waist and moving up to your pillows. Lifting your legs up and finding himself back in between your legs. He’s already hard again, not at all ready to stop at one round.

He aligns himself up with your entrance. But he decides to tease you a bit first. Rubbing his tip between your folds. Rubbing circles around your clit as you squirm beneath him. “Rafe, please I need you.” You plead reaching your hand down to push him in. He swiftly grabs your wrist pinning it above you. Leaning in lips brushing against you. “You had me wait for almost 2 years, you can wait a second.” You stay in this position, so lost in his eyes you don’t prepare for him to smash into you.

He lets you adjust for a second before slowly pulling out and push back into you. He takes his time you both moaning at the feeling. “Faster baby please. I need you harder” you plead. He doesn’t need anymore more convincing. Just like that, he’s thrusting in and out of you at a pace that has your mind racing. You can’t focus on anything but the pleasure. Your eyes moving around the room, rolling to the back of your head and back to him to maintain eye contact. Looking into his even though everything is blurry, you still see the sharpness of the blue staring back at you.

You let out a bunch of oos and ahs that has him gritting his teeth. “You like that baby girl? When I pound into you like this? You were always a little slut for me fucking you like this.” You nod but that isn’t enough for him. He wraps his arm around your neck gripping your hair and pulling your head back. “I didn’t hear you baby.”

“Yes. I’m your little slut, I love when you split me in half just like that. Right there, uhhh, keep doing that.”

Rafe was always smug about his length. Not only his length but the width of him is what had you drooling every time. The way he’d stretch you and brush against your walls is what kept you so enamored with him. It was the ultimate pleasure.

You feel yourself getting closer again. The way you scratch his back and arch into him her could tell too. Before he can let you go, he pulls out and flips you. On his knees he pulls you onto all fours. Dropping a glob of spit on your slit, he gathers it with his tips and slams back into you. This angle causes you to see stars and he hits your cervix every thrust. The grip on your hips has him plunging in even faster. He can’t get enough of feeling you around him.

“Rafe I’m close!” You belt out.

“Not yet baby, let me meet you, come with me.” You cry out not sure you’ll be able to do it. His thrusts start getting sloppy. You clench around him once you start to feel him throb in you. He reaches one hand into your hair yanking you up flush against his chest. Wrapping g that hand around your throat now while the other enters your mouth to graze onto your tongue and then down to your clit to run circles ferociously. You legs start to give out but he holds you up by your throat not giving f you any place to go.

“Raaafee, oh my god” you cry out. Tears streaming down your face.

“Come on baby, come for me now, I’m right behind you.” Your legs shake again, the overstimulation is unbearable now. Both hand still occupied around your throat and your clit. He doesn’t stop as you cum, hand still circling him still thrusting.

“Baby. Fill me up. Please cum inside me.” That’s all it takes for him to give you a couple of more deep thrusts and he fills you up. You feel so warm inside as you feel his come deep inside you.

He stays inside as you drop to the bed. Holding his position for a few seconds as he tries to catch his breath. He stands up and finds a towel hanging on your door. You flip over to lie in your back and he cleans you up. Annoying as he can be he was very attentive to aftercare with you.

He goes to toss the towel in your hamper as you get under the covers. He follow suit. You nuzzle your head into his neck as he wraps his arms around you. The warmth of his naked body is so soothing to you. All the lost memories of you and him come flooding back to you. You never want this feeling to end. He gives you repeated kisses on the forehead.

However, you know that in the morning reality will set back in and you realize he isn’t yours anymore.

You let emotions get the best of you and all you could think of was how terrible this is for Sofia. You aren’t the type of person to sleep with another woman’s man. You silently begin to cry. Happy tears at the thought of laying her with Rafe again mixed with sadness.

Rafe looks down at you concerned. You play it off as a yawn and just try to enjoy the moment you two are sharing now. He rubs your back and you just lay staring at each other until you begin falling asleep.

“God, how I’ve missed that pretty face.” Is the last thing you hear before sleep takes over.

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[ladybracknellssherry]

I see so many posts since the dam broke about NG in which people are lamenting how horrible celebrities and people in power are and asking where we went wrong as a society to let this happen.

The fucked up thing though is that humans have always behaved like this. We just have the internet now.

And please don’t mistake this for resignation or apathy or anything other than disgust.

But I just keep coming back to the point that human beings are capable of truly terrifying, horrible things.

So I feel like we’ve got to remember that most people don’t do terrible things. But we’re all capable of them.

And I don’t fault anyone for being devastated to learn that someone they respected did indeed to terrible things. It would feel wild to call someone foolish or stupid or naïve because their first instinct was to believe that someone is decent. They’re not anything like that other than someone who was lied to.

I actually do think as a society we are in fact getting better about calls for justice in situations like this.

But people who behave like NG…people who do these things…their personalities are a cancer. And we can do what we can to try to prevent things like this from happening. But I don’t think we can stop it all from happening. It’s never going to disappear completely.

But we can continue to listen to victims. And we can continue to be vocal about demanding justice and accountability.

The court of public opinion and the legal system both fail terribly at times, especially in situations like this. Another flaw of human nature, I think.

The “I’ll wait for the legal system to decide” argument isn’t really helpful here. Because SA allegations / abuse are some of the hardest things to prove in a court of law. And there have been legitimate actual cases in which victims have come forward with allegations, there was no evidence to be found/the evidence wasn’t “good enough” and these victims were instead actually CHARGED with filing false reports. So putting all of the onus or faith in the law here just… again… isn’t helpful.

Sometimes the justice can be best served by demanding consequences that aren’t legal punishments. There are petitions to remove NG from his positions as a writer/showrunner in these shows we love.

Sometimes just making sure the word is spread is the push to topple the dominos.

As others have said and continue to say, you can do both terrible and great things. And they don’t cancel each other out. Doing great things doesn’t make the terrible ones any less terrible. Doing terrible things doesn’t make the great things any less great. Two truths can exist at once.

Sure, we can argue that continuing to consume NG’s work is continuing to put money in his pocket. Yeah. But once again, as far as my random internet user opinion.

I experienced some very similar things to what his victims said they experienced in these interviews. And they wrecked my life in no uncertain terms. I’ll never “come back from that” because we don’t. We just keep going forward having to carry that. It doesn’t go away.

But my abusers took so much from me. And the good things I got out of those relationships are made so much more important because of how much suffering they cost.

Sidebar, but that’s something that I see people using in their arguments for why the “abuse” allegations weren’t real or “that bad.” Because the victims went back. Or they continued to stay. Or continued to pursue. Listen. When you go through all of THAT, it is so common to scramble to keep what you perceive are the “good things” you get out of that dynamic/relationship. Or you convince yourself that it’s not as bad as all that. Because, god. “I went through all of that and they STILL LEFT.” “I gave them (they took) all of THAT and I still wasn’t good enough for them.” It’s this survival element where we have to convince ourselves all of that suffering we went through was WORTH IT. Or, the gaslighting gets imbedded and we believe it must have been our fault. “Yes, they treated me badly, but I must have done something to deserve it. They told me it was my fault. Everyone else loves them. I did something wrong.” Yeah. NO.

So if you can separate yourself from that abuser - get far enough away to have the clarity and perspective to finally say “no, that was fucking real what happened. That was abuse. They’re an abuser.” I say, anything “good” you got out of that - take it and fucking run.

NG is a predator at best. And we are all suffering for it. But we got our books and our shows and we found each other in these fandoms. I say take these good things and run. You didn’t cause this. Don’t let him take any more joy from you or anyone else.

[jjunieworld]

spilt milk ⋆｡˚ 🥛 𓂅

part two to the great bake off!! — requested by anon, enjoy! ♡

pairing: choi soobin x afab!reader (no prns!)

genre: smut, pwp (previous part), some fluff if you squint

synopsis: after a particularly messy competition week in the shop, you and soobin are told to stay after hours to clean the bakery up. with soobin winning the title of the best baker who ever lived, you have an idea of what his prize should be.

warnings: soft dom!soobin & somewhat sub!reader, freshly established relationship, soobin has a big fat dick, slight size kink (can you blame me), unprotected sex (pls wrap it i beg!), fingering, oral (m. receiving), making out, slight exhibitionism(?), multiple creampies, multiple orgasms, slight orgasm control, some praise, use of pet names (baby, darling), slight hair pulling (m.), fingers are in mouths, slight dick training(?), lots of teasing, marking, slight overstimulation, some cockwarming

word count: 4.0k┊part one┊masterlist

a/n: i’m sorry but i’m laughing so hard at the cute ass pictures i chose only for you to look down and see the huge paragraph of warnings lmaoo… anon, this one is for you (and for me), you’re welcome!! this was a blast to write even if it did take me forever ♡

it was the day after soobin was crowned the best baker who ever lived, a monday, and the tensions in the competition were at an all time high. you thought you were competing hard before, but it was nothing compared to the all out war you and soobin we’re having right now.

mrs, choi had left the two of you in charge of the bakery while she ran to get some more ingredients and various other things that the bakery needed. honestly, it really didn’t help your competition. everytime one of you had to take your turn up at the register, you would bring the mess from the back of the bakery with you.

dry ingredients was all over the floor near the register. you and soobin were covered in everything under the sun. when mrs. choi had come back, she almost dropped the bags she was carrying in shock. once the two of you had finished all the orders for the day—which didn’t take you all that long at the pace you both were going—mrs. choi pulled you both aside, scolding you and telling you to stay late to clean up. it’s safe to say she wasn’t that happy, though you had to hold in your laugh when she was scolding soobin and flour kept falling from his hair as he nodded.

now you and soobin were near each other, brooms in hand, trying to get the flour and sugar off the floor and failing miserably. “why is this actually impossible?” you asked aloud as you tried to sweep the flour but it only kept spreading. you sighed in defeat and went to wipe off the counters instead.

“i know, it’s making me almost regret going so hard in the competition today…” soobin trailed. so far, soobin had the most points this week. he was washing a huge pile of dishes and looked like wanted to die because of it. you giggled at him as you picked up discarded dough and threw it in the trash.

at least the two of you weren’t a mess anymore. mrs. choi made the two of you go home and shower before coming back. it was a little weird coming back to the bakery while the sun was just over the horizon. the blinds in front of the windows were pulled down and the open sign was turned to closed. the hanging stars were glowing softly when you came to the back to begin cleaning.

once the bakery was finally clean and you and soobin were putting the cleaning supplies away, he suddenly asked, “what’s my prize?” you turned to him, a confused look on your face as you put away the broom. soobin was leaning back on the counter next to the register, a slight pout on his lips.

“what do i get for being crowned the best baker who ever lived?” he asked, his question clearer. there was a hint of a teasing smirk on his face, which you rolled your eyes slightly to. then a thought occurred to you, a mischievous grin forming on your lips. you strolled to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. his arms immediately wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer.

you hummed softly. “i’m thinking something soft…” you trailed as you look up at him through hooded eyes. “something warm…” you trailed your fingers down soobin’s chest slowly, continuing until you were a couple of inches above the waistband of his sweatpants. soobin’s eyes followed the motion. your eyes flickered up to him to see he was watching your hand intently, light pink dusting his cheeks.

“something you can fill…” you leaned in to say lowly as you looked into his eyes. you felt something hard against your thigh as soobin’s arms wrapped tighter around your waist. you brought your lips inches from his ear. “would you like that?” you whispered seductively, breath fanning lightly on his neck. goosebumps formed seconds later and you smirked slightly as you pressed feather light kisses to his jawline.

you moved the arm that was still around his neck to cup his face, staring up at him with doe eyes. soobin’s lips were on yours hungrily. his fingertips pressed into the small of your back and you let out a soft moan. your hand lightly palmed the bulge in his sweatpants and soobin backed away your lips, whimpering slightly as he pressed his forehead to yours. “y/n…” he breathed, his breaths were coming out short as you continued your palming.

smiling slightly against his lips, you pulled away and dropped to your knees in front of him, keeping your eyes on his. if the bakery windows weren’t covered right now, it would be a sight to see. “fuck…” he muttered lowly, barely audible for you to hear. the tips of his ears and his cheeks were a deep pink. you hooked your fingers into his waistband and pulled softly, eyes still on his. he squeezed his eyes shut briefly, “please, y/n…”

you were one to oblige. you grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers and pulled them down slowly. soobin’s fingers were gripping the edge of the counter so hard that they were turning white. soobin’s cock sprang up, free from the restraints of his clothes, and bounced lightly off his lower abdomen.

you stared at it with wide eyes. you weren’t expecting soobin’s cock to be so… huge, you had no idea how you were gonna fit it all in your mouth like you originally intended. soobin let out a soft whimper as you started lightly pumping his shaft with both hands. precum trailed down the tip of his cock and you lapped it up.

soobin let out a loud moan, throwing his head back briefly. he looked down at you, eyes glazed. “s-stop teasing…” soobin managed as you continued to pump him and kitten lick his head. he put a hand on your shoulder, pushing you closer. you giggled, the vibrations making him let out another moan, and put him in your mouth slowly. you definitely weren’t going to be able to take all of him, at about half way you were basically deepthroating him. soobin let out a shuddering breath, “please y/n… i need— need you to start moving.” you did as you were told, moving your mouth up and down his shaft slowly.

you could tell soobin was close when his head fell and his cock started to twitch in your mouth. his breathing was heavy and the grip on your shoulder tightened. soobin moved the hand from your shoulder to the back of your head. “i’m so… close… faster…” he whined as he softly moved your head. you wrapped a hand at the base of his shaft and started pumping as you sucked him off faster.

the cord finally snapped and you felt warm liquid pour into your mouth and down your throat. you hummed, continuing your motions as you helped soobin ride out his high. he was a whimpering mess in front of you. you pulled soobin’s cock out your mouth slowly, staring up at him as you swallowed his cum. that almost undid him again completely as he moaned your name softly between haggard breaths.

soobin cupped your face and pulled you to your feet, crashing his lips onto yours. it was sloppy and desperate as he slid his hands down your waist and to your thighs. he hooked his hands under them and lifted you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his bare waist. the tip of his dick brushed against your ass and you rocked your hips at the touch. you needed him. needed his huge cock inside you, filling you up, begging you to break. soobin moaned against your lips, sending a shiver up your spine.

you were backed against the wall where the chalkboard menu was as you and soobin hungrily kissed each other. you pushed your hips off the wall and towards his needily. pulling away, you let out a moan and soobin’s lips immediately found your neck, sucking down on it. moving your neck so he could get better access, you whimpered as he found your sweet spot. “soobin…”

soobin hummed as he pressed kisses to the sensitive marks. you shivered slightly. “need you… please…” you whined as his tip brushed against you again. you were sure the panties you wore were soaked and soobin had barely even touched you. soobin trailed his kisses from your neck to your cheek. you hardly felt him move you to the back of the bakery, too drunk on his lips on yours.

it wasn’t until you were bent over the ingredients table, soobin pulling your leggings and wet panties down and discarding them off to the side somewhere, that you realized you were in a different part of the bakery. you gasped at the sudden exposure and looked back to soobin. he pressed his body up against you, his dick rubbing against your ass. soobin looked down at you, desire swirling in his eyes. he placed his hands on your hips as you grinded back onto him, needing some sort of friction.

soobin put his head in the crook of your neck as you whimpered. “you know how i got the title of the greatest baker alive?” soobin asked you lowly, lips coming to your ear. he held your hips in place when you tried to grind back on him again and instead lifted one of your legs onto the table. soobin pressed light kisses across your back until he was at your other ear. one of his hands trailed from your hip down to your clit. he started rubbing small circles onto it. you arched your back, moaning his name as you melted underneath him. “by being good with my hands,” soobin continued, whispering in your other ear. his breath fanned your neck as his fingers traveled further.

you looked back to him, a desperate look on your face, as you grinded back on him again. his hard cock rubbed slightly on your entrance and you fell down onto the table at the euphoria. using the hand that was on your hip, soobin trails it up under your shirt and up your stomach as he pulls you up and back towards him until your head is leaning against his chest. his hand cups your breast, thumb rubbing your nipple slightly. your shirt rises at the action, exposing your other breast to the cold wind. “would you like to see how good i am with my hands?”

whimpering at his touch, all you can do is look up into his eyes and nod. “let me hear your pretty words, baby.” soobin speaks as he rubs his two long fingers against your entrance. you’re breathing heavily and it takes you everything you have to push out words. “p-please…”

soobin’s fingers halt its movements. “please what?” you take your lip between your teeth and bite down hard and inhale sharply at the loss of friction. “please soobin—” your head falls slightly and soobin takes the hand from your breast and tilts it back up so you’re staring at him again. “show… show me how— how good you are…” you finally push out. soobin gives you a satisfied smile and presses his lips to yours at the same time as he pushes two slender fingers into you.

gasping loudly against his lips, your knees almost buckled had it not been for the fact that soobin was holding you up. he pumped his fingers in and out of you, trying to go slowly but you were so wet his fingers quickly became slick with your arousal, moving faster than intended. “fuck y/n… you’re so wet. and it’s all for me.”

soobin locked his lips with yours, keeping you against him as kept fucking you so you wouldn’t double over. his long fingers then curled against your walls, hitting just the right spot. you moaned against his lips, “don’t stop… d-don’t—”

the difference between how soobin was kissing you and how he was fingering you sent your head into even more of a daze. he was kissing you so slowly, so softly as his fingers pushed in and out of you relentlessly. it had you clenching around him as the squelching sounds and your desperate moans and whimpers filled the room. “i won’t, baby, i won’t.”

your body shuddered as your back arched suddenly. you pulled away from soobin’s lips as you struggled to breathe. “gonna cum…” you trailed off breathily. soobin continued his pumping and started rubbing your nipple again. he pressed open mouthed kisses to your neck. you felt his smile when you shivered from it. “cum for me, darling. all over my fingers.”

drowning in the pleasure soobin was giving you, you came all over his fingers just like he told you to. soobin didn’t stop, in fact he started fucking you with his fingers faster. your hands clenched against the table as you moaned his name, completely fucked out.

soobin took his fingers out of you, holding it in front of you to see as the remaining white liquid dripped out of you and down your thigh. his whole hand was dripping with your release, drops of it falling onto the table. “look at how good you did, baby. you took my fingers so well.” you took his hand, staring up at him through glazed and hooded eyes, and put his wet fingers in your mouth. you smiled lazily at him as you pull them out slowly, relishing in the way his eyes widen a fraction. soobin took his thumb and dragged it across your bottom lip and chin, picking up the cum that dripped onto it. he pushed his thumb into your mouth and you gladly sucked the cum off of it. soobin placed a sloppy kiss on your lips, his tongue dancing in your mouth as he tasted your arousal.

he pulls away and turns you around, pushing you down gently onto the table by your shoulders and lifting your legs onto it. “i wanna see your pretty face when i fuck you.” you lean back to one side on your elbow, still breathing heavily from your orgasm. you reach for his cock and pump it slowly. “soobin… i need you… inside me…” you whimper.

soobin spreads your legs and pushes them towards your chest as he leans forward and kisses you. pulling away, he looks at you with genuine concern. “are you sure you can take it all?” you nod rapidly. instead of his cock, soobin pushes three fingers into you. he does it with ease as he slowly moves them in and out of you, leaning forward and kissing you.

whining against his lips, you buck your hips up, which causes his fingers to go deeper into you. you cried out in pleasure. “please… i need it,” you moan. soobin chuckles as he takes his fingers out and puts them in his own mouth, you groan at the sight, head falling back against the wall. he takes his cock and lines it up with your entrance, rubbing it with his tip a little. “you want my cock?” you buck your hips again, a whimper escaping your lips.

soobin laughs softly and pushes his thick cock into you slowly, his head flying back as he let out a moan as you stretch around him. his cock is inside you halfway when he stops, letting you adjust. he leans down to kiss you as he starts rubbing slow circles on your clit.

once you adjust, he starts moving slowly, only ever putting half of him inside you. you arch your back, getting used to how much he already fills you up. you’re already close to cumming again and soobin can tell as your walls clench around him and your legs shake. his hands are against the wall as he squeezes his eyes shut briefly. you grind up against him and it almost takes the both of you out. his head falls as he places his hands flat on the table and your brows scrunch up as you both let out an entangled moan.

soobin takes his cock out from inside you and you whine at the loss. he laughs lowly, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine and to your core. his fingers stop rubbing your clit and tears prick at your eyes from how badly you need the sensation back. “you want it that badly?” soobin asks you lowly, his voice soft as he leans down close to your lips. all you can do is lean your head against the wall and nod.

“let me hear your words, baby.” soobin continues his slow circles on your clit.

“please…” you whisper desperately, running your hands through his hair and pulling a little so that it pulls his head back. “i-i need your cock… badly…” soobin moaned softly and you chased his lips, needing his lips on yours, as you clawed at his back. he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then pulled away from you fully. soobin then takes his other hand and grabs one of your legs and puts it over his shoulder. he doesn’t even get you time to moan at the new angle your clit is being rubbed at before he shoves his cock back inside you, completely bottoming out. you gasp as the sudden feel of him, back arching and hips rolling involuntarily.

soobin gives you a second of adjustment before he thrusts sharply into you. you let out a loud cry of pleasure as you melt under him. soobin continues his quick thrusts into you, making sure he pulls all the way out until just his tip is inside you before slamming back into you again. he holds your leg to his chest tightly and the slow circles on your clit become fast ones. you're a whimpering mess under him, only being able to moan his name, as you grip onto the edge of the table desperately.

“is this what you want? for me to fuck you like this?” soobin asks you through pants, pummeling into you faster. you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut, crying out as you feel yourself cum again and your back arches more. soobin fucks the cum back into you. you whine, barely nodding, as your clit grows more and more sensitive from his circling. your breaths are coming out haggard under his unrelenting movements and you can tell he’s close by the way his thrusts grow sloppier and his hips jerk.

soobin takes his hand from your clit and you finally get a full breath in. your brain is foggy with pleasure and you see that his is too. his eyes are glazed over as he stares down at his cock entering and exiting you. the sounds coming from your bodies are downright pornographic. the wetness as soobin fucks mercilessly into you, your skin slapping hard against each other, the creaking of the table under you, and the loud, desperate moans and whimpers that are leaving the both of your lips. it’s all too much. so much that it almost makes you cum again and you lean your head back, tears in your eyes, to look at the ceiling.

soobin suddenly grabs your jaw, making you look him in the eyes. “speak up, baby. tell me how you want me to fuck you.” he says low and breathily. you stare at him through your lashes, breathy moans coming from your mouth as you shake violently under him from another orgasm.

“i-i want you to fuck me hard…” you manage, “senseless…” a satisfied grin plays on his lips as he pulls your face towards him for a deep kiss that quickly turns sloppy as he releases into you, filling you up even more to the point where cum is dripping out of you and onto the table.

soobin’s kisses turn soft as his thrusts slow to a stop and he whispers words of praise in your ear. you’re both panting and sweaty at the whole exchange as you pull away from each other. soobin holds you close, cock still inside you, as your shaking ceases and he rubs circles into your back. “you did so good for me, darling. you took my cock so well. i’m proud of you.” once you’re still again, he wipes the stray tears that escaped from your eyes off your cheeks and cups your face, pressing feather light kisses on your eyes. he brings his forehead to yours and gives you a soft kiss on the nose that you giggle at as you lean back on your hands.

finally, soobin pulls out of you and releases a river of cum with it onto the table that drips down to the floor. he smirks down at it before looking back at you, his smirk growing at how fucked out you look. you barely even register the smirk. it disappears as his eyes then go soft, cupping your face again.

“too much?” soobin asked, concern lacing his voice. you remove your leg from his shoulder, the feeling of stickiness intensifying. you shook your head as a dazed smile spreads across your lips. “it was just enough. it was perfect.” you lean over to kiss him and soobin chuckles against your lips.

“what are you gonna do about all of this?” you ask and motion down to your half naked bodies covered in cum. your legs are still spread to avoid sticking them together. the bottom of soobin’s shirt and his sweatpants were ruined with the amount of cum on them. there was cum on your shirt too and you didn’t even know where your leggings and panties were.

“how are we gonna clean up all this cum and go back out into society i think is the better question.” soobin responded, his cheeks flushed. you giggled, and he looks back up to you. “i didn’t know i’d do this good of a job…” you press light kisses to his cheeks.

soobin grabs a warm wet napkin and cleans you up, making sure to be extra gentle. he laughs softly when you twitch from the sudden wetness. he helps you off the table, avoiding the liquids on the ground, and cleans himself off after. you pull your shirt down and look around for your bottoms as soobin pulls up his boxers and sweatpants.

“nice outfit,” you laugh, pulling up your leggings. soobin looks down at the dried cum and laughs. “i could say the same to you,” he replies. he grabs your hips and pulles you close, his arms then wrapping around your waist. you wrapped yours around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair.

“you’re not sore?” he asks softly, “not hurting anywhere?” you press a kiss to his cheek that causes a dimpled smile to show up. you pressed another to his lips. “not hurting anywhere and not sore… yet…” you giggled softly at him. “you don’t have to be so concerned, i’m okay!” after assuring him a couple more times, soobin finally believed you.

it’s safe to say that the two of you had to stay even longer after hours than expected cleaning everything again and fixing the chalkboard menu. you also had to leave the bakery wearing your aprons. for the rest of the week—and honestly, permanently after—soobin was worshiping the ground you walked on.

of course, you had told your best friend sunoo about the events and he almost screamed in the middle of chaconne, flowers flying everywhere. “you’re welcome!” he said, crossing his arms smugly with a satisfied grin. you had to once again remind him that he had no part in your relationship. “i’m the one who told you about the bakery! without me, you’d never get any creampies!” he winked and gave you a pointed look towards your neck that were covered with hickeys badly hidden with a scarf.

you hid your face in your hands as heat spread across it. maybe it was a bad idea telling sunoo about you and soobin having sex…

the shift after at the bakery was awkward to say the least. you both could barely focus on the goods you were making or the competition because you kept thinking about the previous night’s events. the two of you had forgotten about the cameras and soobin had to run to erase the footage before his mom checked them. that surely would’ve been an awkward conversation to have that you were glad was avoided.

the both of you did watch it before deleting it, though, and watching the two of you have sex was a whole other experience. one that you often brought up everytime you wanted to catch soobin off guard and see his pretty cheeks tinged pink.

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THE CAFETERIA IS BUZZING, a blend of laughter, conversations, and the clatter of trays. you and heeseung are seated across from each other, a half-eaten plate of fries between you, but neither of you is really paying attention to the food.

“okay, let’s get this straight,” heeseung says, leaning forward, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “no telling my mom about our ‘relationship.’ she’s already on my case about finding a nice girl.”

you raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “deal, but only if you promise not to make it too believable around my friends. yunjin has a tendency to make everything dramatic, and i’m not in the mood for her wedding-themed pinterest board to start filling up.”

heeseung’s laugh is warm, effortless, and for a moment, you forget the whole reason you’re sitting here, planning out a fake relationship. “pinterest boards aside, you really think i’d take it that far?” he teases. “i’m not that committed.”

you pick up a fry and wave it in the air before popping it into your mouth. “you? committed? please. the day you take something seriously is the day pigs fly.”

heeseung’s eyes narrow playfully. “i take some things seriously.”

“like what?” you challenge, tilting your head.

“like making this fake relationship believable enough so we don’t look stupid,” he retorts, leaning back in his chair, his grin broadening. “besides, aren’t you the one who came up with this whole plan?”

you roll your eyes, reaching for another fry. “oh, right. blame me. as if you weren’t desperate to keep your ex from thinking you’re miserable.”

heeseung gasps, clutching his chest in mock horror. “wow, that’s low. even for you.”

you shrug, a smile tugging at your lips. “just telling it like it is.”

heeseung leans forward, his tone softening just a little. “okay, fine. back to the rules.” he pauses, eyes twinkling with mischief. “number one: no real feelings.”

your heart skips, but you hide it with a laugh. “duh. that’s the whole point.”

“good,” he says, tapping the table for emphasis. “number two: no kissing unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

“define ‘absolutely necessary,’” you retort, leaning in to mimic his serious expression. “because your definition might be skewed.”

heeseung’s ears turn pink, but he clears his throat. “you know, like if we’re in public and everyone’s watching. or if my ex just happens to be nearby.”

“you mean like she is right now?” you ask, nodding subtly toward the far end of the cafeteria, where she’s sitting with her friends.

heeseung’s jaw clenches, but he quickly recovers. “right. like now.” he shifts, and for a split second, there’s hesitation in his eyes. “so… should we? you know. to sell it.”

your heart flutters, but you bite your lip, trying to seem unaffected. “maybe just… hold my hand instead.”

he doesn’t hesitate, his fingers slipping between yours, and suddenly, the entire cafeteria feels smaller. “better?” he asks, his voice quieter.

you nod, ignoring the warmth spreading through you. “yeah. way more convincing.”

heeseung’s grin returns, and it’s like the moment of seriousness never happened. “good. because you know, i wouldn’t want to make anything awkward.”

you groan, yanking your hand away. “ugh, you’re the worst.”

he laughs, eyes crinkling. “admit it. you’d be bored without me.”

“please,” you scoff, but your smile gives you away. “i’d be thriving.”

heeseung nudges the plate of fries toward you. “sure, sure. keep telling yourself that.”

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When you awaken, a foreign sight greets you

A rich-looking ceiling, large, wide windows with the curtains partly drawn to block out the sunlight, weapons along the many shelves, shields and trophies put on the walls

A comfortable bed like you’ve never seen or even dared dream of

For a moment, you think this must be wrong. You clutch Mellie, your precious bear, close to you

Yet then you hear a tired groan and feel the arm around you-

one you haven’t even noticed yet

-tighten a little bit

A wide grin spreads across your lips as it all comes to you, again

Your mama!

She’s sitting up, having fallen asleep holding you in her arms, but her rising and falling chest and snores are evidence enough that she sleeps tight

You turn immediately, facing her this time

Only are you by far shorter than her, so instead of her face, you come face to face with her chest and collarbone

If you were still tired, you’d likely rest upon it, sucking your thumb or Mellie comfortably as you sleep on what looks like the pair of most comfortable pillows in the world

Alas, you’re up now, and you have two goals;

One, to see your mama again

Two, to play

You huff quietly as you move to sit up, your small hands reaching for her shoulders to hold onto as you begin to stand

Mama stirs, but doesn’t awaken

With another huff, you stand, staring down at the sleeping brunette that looks adoringly familiar to you

You smile happily as you see her

“Mama!”, you call happily, moving to her lap again

You sit this time, giggling when she jumps awake and immediately pulls you and your bear to her

You giggle again at the funny feeling of her flies when she swarms out of bed, holding you to her in one arm, her other arm outstretched with her sickle pointed at the empty room

You frown a little at her, confused

“Mama, play!”

When Cassandra looks down at you, she calms again nearly immediately

No threat. Just her daughter

She smiles a little to herself and feels a faint flutter of her flies at the thought

Her daughter. United with her, again, for eternity. She will not let anything take you from her

You squeal happily at her, as though excited to see her

She can’t help but grin down at you, too

You just feel so- right- in her arms. She already can’t bear the thought that you will grow up eventually

“Mama, play?”, you whisper at her

She smiles down at you, and you squeal when you feel the ticklish flies buzzing around you with excitement

Again, she carries you through the castle, allowing you to cling to her

And even so, her aura and presence is enough to make all maidens in her way flinch away and straighten up

You catch the eye of one of them, a single who didn’t look down at the floor

Without thinking you do what your mama has taught you and snarl at her

Cassandra smirks proudly to herself

The pathetic maid falls to her knees, as though begging for forgiveness after being caught

You look proud, as though unaware the woman only pleads because of your mama, and her reputation to have a maid as an appetizer before breakfast

Today is no different, it seems

You cling to your mama as she makes fast work of her, showing the woman no mercy at all

Briefly, she hopes she doesn’t scare you, but you don’t scream, don’t cry, merely cling to her and watch with interest as mama’s sickle makes a clean cut at the shameless woman’s throat

Your hands reach out, as though to touch

Cassandra smirks again. Her daughter, indeed

You keep whining and squirming on her as the woman is dragged along, eager to be let down and play

Alas, your mama’s grip is tight. She isn’t willing to lose you in the big castle just yet

After a little bit, you find yourself in a large room with what looks to be a large pool of blood

You don’t worry. You trust your mama

Cassandra sighs as she enters the bathroom, dropping the dead woman at her feet

“You can play in the bath, yeah?”, she proposes, which you return with an excited nod

This bath is even bigger than yesterday’s tub!

She sets you down gently, only snickers when she finds you immediately poking at the woman’s body

Like her, you don’t seem scared of it in the slightest

Like her, you seem interested

Like her, you sneakily take all shiny things from the corpse

“Can my bear bathe, too?”, comes your little voice

She thinks for a moment, before holding out her hand

“How about Mellie gets her own tub, little cub?”, she offers instead

She remembers the countless stuffed toys her and her sisters cried over after ruining them in their blood baths. Thankfully, Mother taught them to bathe them separately

Although reluctantly you eventually hand the stuffed bear over, yet grin again when Cassandra kisses the top of its head and places it into one of the many sinks at the sides of the room

From this angle and through the pink lenses of your childish mind, it does look like your bear’s taking a bath in a private tub

Cassandra hums to herself as she kneels down, her hands slowly and carefully undoing the oversized robe she put you in the night before

She makes a mental note to herself to ask her Mother for some help getting you fitted clothing

Perhaps Donna could help? Mother usually gets custom made clothing from her

You deserve better than loosely-hanging clothing that does a poor job of staying in place on your much smaller body

You don’t seem to mind, though, merely happy to be clothed in the soft fabrics your mama gave you

Now that she takes them again, you look almost sad, remembering the torn, dirty and scratched up clothing from the village

You don’t notice your bottom lip tremble until your mama picks you up again, your smaller body fitting perfectly against her front when she cradles you to her

You calm fast with her sweet humming and the circles traced along your back by her cool fingertips

Soon, the scratchy clothing isn’t at the front of your mind anymore, its uncomfortable memory replaced with mama’s soft and warm body

You’re set down again when you calm, yet are allowed to hold onto her leg even as she undresses, too

Cassandra keeps an eye on you, a small smile on her lips as you play with the dead woman’s clothing yet again

When her own dress is pushed to the floor and she takes off her heels, you immediately go on to playing with them instead

She doesn’t mind, surprisingly

Before, all seemed to have so much value to her

Her things belonged to her, and her only. She’d flay all maidens who dared touch what was hers, yell at her sisters endlessly for doing so

She finds- she doesn’t mind if it’s you, your curious little hands taking all within grasping range

Only when you begin biting at the top of she shoe, curious to see one so different from all worn at the village, does she step in and pick you up into her arms again

You squeal happily, your little arms wrapping around hers

Slowly, she walks into the red bath, dragging the lifeless woman behind her

You watch, giggling whenever she’d get stuck and Cassandra tugged harder

When the blood first touches you, you don’t jump like she thought you might

Instead, you sigh, as if dreamily. She smiles, holding you a little closer to her

She’s happy she gets to be herself with you, even as she will always shield you from the worst bits of her life

You wiggle your toes at the foreign feeling of blood around them

Unlike water, it feels thick, and warm, but not hot

It feels- comfortable. Like a weighted blanket hugging you

Cassandra walks in a little deeper and holds you a little higher. She doesn’t want to let go of you, especially in the bath that could so easily swallow a little thing like you whole

Alas, you’re having fun

She lets go of the dead woman, allowing the body to awkwardly float at the bloody surface

Of course, you’re on it already, playing with the limp hand and fingers, happily swinging your legs under the warm blood as your mama holds you

Her grip is firm, but not painful. You decide you like the feeling of being held by her like this

She watches you play for a few minutes, smiling here and there, even helping you remove limbs you want to investigate separated from the body

Then, she allows her eyes to shut again, her arms wrapped around you and keeping you safely above the blood’s surface

You play for a little more, playing with the limbs given to you and smashing your palms onto the surface, giggling when blood splashes around you

Then, you turn your attention to your mama

You can’t help but watch her, biting at the tip of your fingers

The villagers had always described her as ugly, monstrous, mean

She is none of that, to you

She’s beautiful, her hair long and dark like yours, her facial structure similar to yours, too

She holds you so gently, yet there’s no way you’d accidentally squirm out of her grasp and endanger yourself in the deep tub

Mama looks after you, always

With this thought in mind, you curl up against her chest, holding onto her shoulders as your eyes too slip shut

With the morning done with, you’re brought to the large dining hall

You stick close to your mama still, though are allowed to walk on your own, her hand held tightly in yours

You’re dressed in one of mama’s shirts, though it still had to be tied up to prevent you tripping over it as you walk

You love it

The fabric is soft like her dress, and warm, and it smells just like Cassandra

The first person the two of you see is Alcina

Cassandra gasps in surprise when you take off running immediately, giggling as you sprint towards her mother with outstretched arms

She can’t help but smile. You’re her family now, and a part of hers

Alcina, of course, catches you easily

You still look tiny in her large arms, easily cradled and held as you once again continue your game of snatching her hat from her

Few of the older maidens serving breakfast raise their heads, a few smiling at the soft display they last saw when Bela, Cassandra and Daniela were your age

It seems, their age and proven loyalty keeps them from being on the receiving end of your mama’s anger

As such, when she looks at them, they merely send her a kind smile back and return to their duties

In time, the pretty blonde from the previous night walks in too, who you immediately greet with a playful wave of your hand

“Awhh, good morning, you!”, she greets happily

Cassandra growls quietly to herself as her sisters rush over to you

She tries not to get possessive, really, but can’t help the growl that comes from her when Bela picks you up and holds you close to her

A louder, less subtly snarl comes from her when Daniela picks you up too and places a kiss on your cheek, stating that you’re just “so cute, she could eat you up!”

Noticing your mama’s reaction, you snarl playfully too, giggling when the nice auburn-haired woman tickles you in return

She looks similar to your mama, having the same dress and tattooed rose on her head

You find- she’s funny

She makes funny jokes and faces, holds you almost lovingly, just like mama’s mama does

Still, when it’s clear it’s time to eat, you squirm on the woman’s lap until you’re let down again

You giggle as you crawl under the table, then climb back on Cassandra’s lap

Only then do you settle again, uninterested in the empty chair next to the two of you when you could sit in your mama’s soft lap instead

And Cassandra doesn’t mind in the slightest

She has her arm around you, holding you somewhat possessively

The food in front of you is more than you’ve ever seen at the village

While Cassandra’s plate holds some human part you don’t recognize and a glass of red juice that you’re not allowed to try, your plate takes your pick anyway

You squeal happily at it, a full bowl of berries, a glass of milk and another of water, and lastly- the plate of soft, warm bread

Cassandra’s heart swells when you look up at her, your small hands hovering above the food, as if asking for permission

“Eat your fill, little one”, she whispers encouragingly, and it’s all it takes for you to dig in excitedly

After what must have been the most delicious breakfast in your entire life, comes your favorite part of today

Mama’s agreed to take you hunting with her, after accidentally letting it slip that she does so every day, if possible

You giggle as she dresses you, a thick jacket one of the older maids was kind enough to lend to you

Cassandra didn’t question where the child sized clothing came from, nor did she care. If one of the maidens happened to be or get pregnant, it wasn’t her business anyway

Bela, or their mother, had the joy of dealing with such boring things

And still, she’s happy now, able to dress you properly- and warm

You whine a little at the scratchy fabric of the gloves she puts on you, insisting it isn’t even cold outside

Still, she can’t help but worry. You’ll be touching many things, this much she knows already. She can’t have you become sick the first week you stay with her

Your whines quickly die down when you’re given a small dagger, it’s handle made of leather and it’s tip just sharp enough to cause damage

You grin, slicing the thin air of Cassandra’s room as she smiles fondly

Seeing your excitement regarding her own sickle and the weapons in her room, she figured there’s no harm in giving you one, too

While you play with it as though it was a toy, the rough years of living at the village made you understand that it isn’t one

She trusts you with the blade, though hopes you won’t have to use it without her guidance anytime soon

When you’re at the forest surrounding the castle, Cassandra makes you promise to stay within sights, which you do without issue

She doesn’t take you far, only ever stays in the areas she knows well and knows are rid of Lycans and larger prey

Still, she hopes to help you catch a bunny or squirrel, maybe even a deer together

You skip happily, holding onto her long dress with your gloved hands

As expected, you touch nearly all you can, eager to experience the world now that your mama has removed the threat and anger from it

She watches you carefully, always keeps an eye out

It seems, you’re less of a huntress like her, uncaring for the many noises the two of you hear in the distance

Instead, like Bela when she was a child, almost, you begin picking up every little thing you find

You inspect it all, giggle and flash your mama a smile at each of them

One she always returns

You only ever take the prettiest things you find, toss the others to the dirty ground again

Soon, the dresses of Cassandra’s pockets are bulged and full, carrying various shiny stones, nuts dropped by the squirrels, even a few leaves you found particularly nice looking

You carry a bunch of sticks and flowers in your hands, your dagger secured by the belt around your waist

Mama promises, the two of you can take the flowers back home, where you want to gift them to Daniela, who spent all breakfast telling you about the many, beautiful flowers blooming this time of the year

Clearly, you’re about to have her younger sister wrapped around your little finger too. Even more so than you already have, that it

Your highlight of the day comes when Cassandra eventually does find herself some prey

You watch happily and eagerly as she chases and catches a deer quickly, her sickle ruthless

Your dagger slices through the air again, as if following her movements

When the two of you encounter a bunny, Cassandra nearly believes you’re about to make your first kill

She holds the animal still, allowing you to make your move…

…it’s safe to say, this is the first animal Cassandra has ever adopted.

She carries it home with her for you, humming here and there as you ramble name suggestions

She insists, she won’t feed it, but you may keep it in a cage in your room

[stevenssticks]

hey p, i was wondering if u could write abt james and/or kirk with a reader that struggles with penetration? 💗

ohhh my god ok how abt both of them??? esp when they’re older and experienced??? what if i died. now strap in this is long

you don’t remember or care how you got like this, you had just gone over to kirk’s for a drink. a peculiar little relationship, you had, with him and james. you being far younger than the two of them, but still enjoying their company all the same. when you moved onto the street, they were the first to welcome you, living on either side of your small house.

the conversation had started when you all were all loose, a little tipsy. and had started babbling uncontrollably about how everything hurts when kirk had asked how your dating life had been. it had spilled out and maybe, just maybe you were too comfortable talking about how no guy who has fucked you has ever been able to make it good, or even tolerable for you. how even by yourself anything more than a finger was painful. james and kirk sitting and listening as you voice your uncertainties.

now here you are on kirk’s bed, james behind you, arms around your near naked body while kirk kisses you so sweetly. ah yes, they’d offered to try to make you feel good themselves. hesitantly, unsure if they had read your body language wrong, with the way you had always looked at them with such a deep desire in your eyes. they’re glad they weren’t. they’d never been more right about something in their lives.

“gonna make you feel good, honey.” kirk murmurs while james kisses up your neck, sucking a deep spot under your ear as you tilt back to give him more access. you squirm in his hold, hands grasping his forearms tight as james continues to pleasure you, breath mixing with yours and kirk’s as he kisses you silly. kirk starts to continue down your body, making you arch and slither his hands in between you and james to unclasp your bra. letting you shimmy out of it.

“fuck, are you a sight…” james murmurs behind you in between more kisses to your neck and shoulders. kirk moves to suck at your nipples. rolling each of them on his tongue while he plays with the other. while he keeps that up he pushes a hand down into your panties. you gasp, legs flailing out for a second before james grabs them and pushes them down to the bed. kirk rubs light circles over your clit, while james turns your head to him to take you in a deep kiss.

they’re both so invested in this, invested in making you feel good. you never thought that this would make it out of your deepest desires late at night, when you’re alone and longing for the two of them. but here they are.

kirk moves downward, and james takes the opportunity to play with your tits himself. pinching and tugging until you start to squirm and kirk has to push you back down into james’ chest.

kirk looks up at you with those beautiful brown eyes, tapping your hip in a silent question. you break the kiss with james to let out a small “please…” and kirk is yanking your panties down your legs. james’ arms come to hook around them, pulling your limbs back until you’re spread as wide as you’re willing to go for them. kirk takes a careful hand and rubs your clit with his thumb gently.

“we’re gonna make you feel good, okay? don’t even need to go all the way if you don’t want to.” james states from behind you, murmuring into your skin sweetly. you nod and let out a small whine as kirk presses down more firmly on your clit, coming down to rest on his stomach before blowing hot breath over your folds.

when kirk licks a stripe up your center you whine again, covering your mouth with your hand that james quickly pulls away and instead replaces with his mouth. kirk licks and sucks at your entrance, fucking you with his tongue and it actually doesn’t hurt, calming your nerves as he keeps up the pace while his thumb still works wonders on your clit.

you bring a hand down to kirk’s hair, yanking a little that releases a moan deep in his throat. he pushes his face further into you, and you feel james hard and grinding against your ass, so turned on by the sight in front of him and you wonder if he can get off completely like this.

james brings a hand down to where kirk is playing with you, replacing his hand and taking his turn at pleasuring you while kirk keeps his mouth on you.

“doing so good for us, honey. you want more? we’ll give you whatever you want.” and oh is that not the sweetest thing you’ve heard all day. they’re both so caring, so gentle with you and you melt into their grip even further. your legs shake as you nod, knowing what’s coming. “we’re gonna go slow, baby. don’t worry. this is about making you feel good.”

kirk sits up on his heels to watch james move his right hand down to your entrance, slick from kirk’s mouth and your juices. kirk holds your legs up higher, watching closely for any discomfort as james slowly slides a finger in. you squirm at the intrusion, much different from kirk’s tongue. a little uncomfortable, and you start to get nervous again, locking up and tightening around james’ finger. james and kirk notice almost as if they share a brain, both acting to soothe you. kirk massages your hips while james whispers more reassurance toward you, and in that moment they decide that they’re not gonna go all the way with you tonight. you’re too wound up and you have to get used to them.

instead, kirk pulls down his pants and underwear before removing james’ fingers to press his cock between your folds. “fuck, that’s good..” you hear him murmur. making eye contact with james behind you as he starts to grind himself against you. you relax again at the pleasure of kirk rubbing up against your clit with his tip, eyes lidded and lustful as he watches you fall apart for him. “wait- wait…” you gasp, and kirk stops immediately, your next move surprising him.

you get up and turn over onto your hands and knees, pressing your thighs together so kirk can slide his cock in between them. you look up at where james is still sitting against the headboard, rubbing his hard on over his jeans and unzipping his fly and unclasping the button. you pull his underwear down, letting his hard cock rest against his stomach as you feel kirk slide in between your thighs, pressing up against your clit with his shaft again and you whine out long and high.

you go back to the task at hand of getting james off too, taking him and rubbing your palm up the shaft. you plant little kisses all over his tip, sucking while you use your hand on the rest of him. you feel one of kirk’s fingers make it’s way back to your entrance, and you brace as he pushes it in to loosen you up again, but it’s the farthest you’ll get tonight. you have time.

kirk’s hips slap against your ass with each thrust, wet, obscene sounds coming from your pussy as you mouth at james’ cock. kirk keeps fucking your thighs while his finger keeps fucking your hole, and you’re so fucking close you could cry. james knows it, and he starts praising you again, knowing exactly what buttons to push.

“that’s it sweetheart, so pretty like this. you gonna cum? cmon, you’ve been so good for us. you can do it, deserve it for making us feel so good.” kirk is an incoherent mess behind you, determined to make you cum before he does. he pulls his finger out of you and hunches over you, hips thrusting faster and more uncoordinated as he bear hugs you. the closeness, the skin on skin, sends you over the edge with a howl. you vaguely feel james’ cum hit your chest and collarbones as you come down from your high, delirious, and then almost fall into a puddle of kirk’s cum when he lets go of your hips.

kirk laughs at how fucked out you are, finding it endearing and so precious that him and james get to see you like this.

“did so good for us, honey… we’ll get you farther next time, okay?” you nod enthusiastically at the thought of a “next time,” that having been the best sex you’ve had with someone. james pulls you back up into his arms, hugging you tight and close while you close your eyes, resting your head on his chest. kirk yanks the top sheet off his bed, throwing it somewhere and then crawling into bed with the two of you.

“hey… i want a turn.” james looks at kirk and huffs, letting you go so you can instead be in between the two men, coming to rest with their arms around you peppering little kisses all over your body.

—-

P figure out how to close out a story challenge (IMPOSSIBLE)

[etherealxwitch]

warnings: teasing, fingering (f receiving), begging, pet names, squirting

eddie has your legs thrown over his shoulders, his nose brushing against your throbbing clit. he loves to do this, just look at your cunt as it aches to be filled. 

“god,” he inhales deeply, taking you in. “you’re fucking perfect.”

you buck your hips up, looking for any kind of friction. instead, eddie uses one of his hands to pin you down, making it hard for you to wiggle out of his grip. 

“eddie,” you leaned up on your elbows to get a good look at him. his hair is messy, eyes darker with lust. “i can’t take much more teasing.”

you were soaked and tired of all the teasing. all you wanted was for eddie, anything, to fill you up and put the ache of needing to be full at bay. 

“oh, sweetheart,” eddie took his other hand and used his fingers to pull your pretty cunt lips apart. your slick stringing between them and making his mouth water. “you just gotta ask nicely.”

god, he was the biggest tease. he always worked you up, never letting you cum until he was satisfied that had enough of his teasing. it was frustrating and hot all at once. 

you grabbed the back of his head, not pushing but holding it there, and locked eyes with him. “eddie, will you please do something? i need it.”

a smirk grew across eddie’s face as he placed a chaste kiss on your clit, making you gasp. “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

his tongue made quick work against your clit, swirling around the swollen bud, and pressing flat against it. your chest was heaving with each breath you took, and your body felt like it was on fire.

“fuck- yes,” you threw your head back against the pillows, spreading your legs wider for him. “i-i needed this.” 

“yeah?” eddie slid two of his skilled fingers in your cunt, immediately curling them. “always so fucking tight. gotta get you nice and open for my cock, baby.” 

his fingers dug into your supple skin, leaving behind crescent moon shapes.

the squelching sounds of eddie’s fingers pumping inside you echoed off the walls, flowing right into your ears. the sound mixed perfectly with your whines and whimpers.

“o-oh my,” you couldn’t even finish your sentence, the pleasure making your brain shut off.

“you look so pretty like this,” eddie kissed and nibbled across your thighs as his fingers continued to fuck you, scissoring you open. “all fucked out and close to cumming.” 

you were so close to cumming, the teasing made you overly sensitive. you could feel it in the way your stomach muscles tightened, and how your toes started to curl.

“let me cum,” you arched your back off the bed. “please! i need to cum.” 

“do it,” eddie added pressure to your clit with his thumb, watching as your eyes rolled back. “fucking cum for me.

and you did. 

your thighs shook, and your vision went white as you came around eddie’s fingers, soaking them and his hand on the process. 

silent screams escaped your opened mouth with each shake of your body. the only word you could think of to describe this feeling was blissful. 

eddie continued to pump his fingers in and out, helping you ride at your orgasm until you were pushing him away, needing a break.

“jesus christ, baby.” eddie brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them clean. “that was fucking hot.” 

“thank you,” you weakly sat up from the bed, a satisfied smile on your face. “thank you for letting me cum.” 

“we’re far from done yet,” eddie slid off his boxers. his cock was painfully hard, leaking with precum. “i’m just getting started.”

[stevesjockstrap]

Sweetest Day

Steve/Eddie • Rated T • Ronance for fun, 2000’s, the girls are so fed up with these idiots

@steddiesongfics: My Heart Will Go On - Celine Dion

@stcreators: event 12 Take Two - music

Steve glared at the spread in front of them, trying to figure out how his life had led him to this moment. There were neat little piles of pens, cards and paper in front of all of them.

Their normal movie/game/queer bitching session night had been taken over by Nancy and some magazine quiz.

“We’re writing?”

Robin sighed her patented long suffering sigh at him, which he didn’t think was completely warranted. He wasn’t good at writing, even when he had to try to be in high school. That had been almost fifteen years ago now.

Nancy started over, apparently deciding they needed more instructions. “Cosmopolitan magazine says to write poems to your lover for a better intimate relationship,” she explained like they were incredibly stupid. With such authority like they didn’t know this was a magazine telling you tips for which jeans to make your butt look better or which positions to try with your man. “And since it’s Sweetest Day, we’re all going to write poems for each other and share them.”

Steve groaned again. Eddie pulled him close, nearly into his lap at the table and nuzzled into his neck. “I’ll love whatever you write, babe.”

He knew that, but Nancy and Robin were like, actual geniuses. Eddie wrote songs, which were just poems with music. He was going to look like an idiot.

“Sweetest day is just another made up holiday for candy companies to screw us,” he complained.

Robin rolled her eyes. “No it isn’t, Steve! It’s for kind gestures, showing appreciation for those you love.”

He looked at Eddie for support but he was staring into space, drumming on the table with Nancy’s fancy pens. “Whatever, but I’m sure they didn’t intend to give us homework.”

But the girls could not be persuaded. He went to the kitchen for another beer.

Then he decided fuck it, grabbed a pen and a blank card and leaned over the kitchen island to write a poem. Eddie deserved a poem.

“I think the next time you want to do this artsy crap, you can invite Will instead,” Steve grouched, then felt instantly bad. “Who goes first?”

“You should, Steve!”

He glared across the room at Nancy, who was even peppier than usual since she’d gotten them all to agree to her idea. He could tell she’d written something long and detailed in her perfect tiny handwriting.

“Yeah, go ahead,” Eddie insisted, leaning forward with his hand on his chin. Seemingly delighted to listen to what he wrote.

“Every night in my dreams

I see you, I feel you

That is how I know you go on

Far across the distance

And spaces between us

You have come to show you go on

Near, far, wherever you-”

“Wait!” Robin loudly interjected. “Is this that damn Celine Dion song?”

He felt his cheeks heat, ducking his head.

“Oh my god, Stevie,” Eddie sounded shocked.

“I’m not good at writing, okay?” He nearly yelled, then he met his boyfriend’s eyes. His eyebrows were raised, but he was smiling. He looked like he’d won the lottery.

“I wrote the same thing!”

“No way,” Nancy got up to snatch their cards away, comparing them.

“You're here, there's nothing I fear,

And I know that my heart will go on,

We'll stay forever this way,” Eddie sang, opening his arms but Steve was already on his way toward him.

“You’re unbelievable,” Steve snarked, but unable to hold back his own smile.

“I’ve already written an entire album of songs for you, love. I figured I could borrow from a master.”

“You guys are the worst,” Robin grumbled, coming closer to look over her girlfriend’s shoulder.

But they didn’t pay her any mind as he straddled Eddie in the chair and met his lips.

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics & @/sister-lucifer

[rafedaddy01]

hi my loveee!! I’m not sure if ur up to see this still but i would love it if we could pretty please get some “i missed you” smut for rafey? not like a breakup or anything but just maybe reader’s his girlfriend and she went on a long trip and it’s they’re first time being apart for more than a couple days and seeing each other after that they’re both just FERAL!! like i mean suffocating because they’re each other’s life source kinda feral and NOBODY can contain themselves it’s just in my spirit 2 see him goin crazy 4 the woman he loves likeeee🙈🙈‼️

missed you

18+ only! Smut ahead

“Rafe! I miss you so much!” You all but tackled your boyfriend over as you threw your luggage down and pounced on him like a wild animal.

“I miss you too, pretty girl” he took in your smell as your hair was sprawled over his face.

“We’re gonna have so much sex to make up for missed time” a evil smirk curling your lips as you pulled back to stare at him. “Is that so?” He asked as he walked the two of you over to the bed.

You nodded your head as he set you down. Slowly, but seductively, you stripped every item of clothing off of your tan body.

Rafe watched every move you made, practically foaming at the mouth.

“Your turn” you said as you discarded the last item of clothing on the floor. He wasted no time. Removing his shirt and jeans next. Leaving him in him boxers. “All of it” you told him.

“I’m building suspense” he joked as he pulled the boxers down and his massive erection sprung up to his lower stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight. You’ve missed him so much these past few weeks.

Your family took a yearly vacation to “bond” although there wasn’t much bonding, rather arguing.

But you were finally back, and you were in your favorite place ever. You couldn’t imagine living without him. He was your everything and you his.

“Spread those legs, pretty girl” Rafe ordered as he rolled the condom on and waited for your next move. You did it without hesitating, swinging one leg over and opening up for him.

He all but groaned out at the sight. He missed you so much it was excruciating for him to live without his pretty girl for 2 weeks. The love you felt for each other was unbearable.

“I missed you so much!” He said leaning down and capturing your lips in a kiss.

“Rafey I missed you too. Now please fuck me! I need it! I need you!” You whined out as his tip brushed against your entrance. He right away got to work, sliding his thick cock through your folds and to your clit rubbing it to get you more wet. He soon inserted himself fully in you. Holding still as both of you groan from the satisfaction.

“P-please move” you said throwing your head back as his hips started moving.

“F-fuck, pretty girl. I missed this pussy so much. Your no longer allowed to leave” he said through clenched teeth as his pace quickened. He dipped down to kiss your neck, nipping at the flesh.

“Shit, rafey!” You moaned out as his hips slammed against your body.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Give me all you got. We’ve far from done tonight” he groaned as you clamped down on him from his words. “Fuck” you moaned and arched your back. “I-I’m gonna cum” you moaned.

Rafe pulled out and flipped you over, pounding into you from the back. Sending you into a spiral. He always got much deeper in this position.

“Fuck!” You cursed.

“S-shit!” He groaned as his head dipped back to indulge in his pleasure.

“I-I’m cumming!” You said with a scream. He didn’t stop thrusting, instead speeding up his hips until all that was hear was skin on skin.

“Shit- rafe, too much” you begged

“You can take it, pretty girl” he said in between breaths as he lifted you up so your back was against his flushed chest

“No no no” you whined

“Shh, pretty girl. Let me show you how much I miss you” he whispered against your neck.

“Oh shit” you were officially in a sex haze, controlled by his cock. No thoughts in your mind as pleasure filled your body and his cock stuffed your pussy.

“So close” he said through gritted teeth. He thrusted up into you as a hand snaked around your throat.

He squeezed and that brought you back to reality as you gasped out for a breath “rafe!”

“Shit pretty girl, your squeezing me so hard!” He groaned as he continued his pounding torture.

“You gonna cum?” His husky voice whispered in your ear sending shivers through your body although you were a hot mess, it was calming in a way. “Go ahead, let go for me. Show me how much you missed me”

With that you released all over him a second time.

Rafe still haven’t cum, this man has restraint, instead he pulled out and flipped you over. His breathless body hovered yours as he examined every inch of you

“Good girl” he said. “Such a good girl for me” he ran his fingers through your hair before gripping it.

“Now give me another”

“Rafe, no!”

“Shhhh”

With that he dove into your cunt with his tongue

Instantly juices squirted out of your used hole, landing on his chest and making him groan.

Your whimpers sounding the room

“Holy shit, I don’t think I’ve ever made you do that!”

You were to tired to be embarrassed, just letting your head fall to the side and trying to not let your eyes close. Rafe brought a warm cloth from the bathroom and wiped you down.

He snuggled up close behind you and covered up

He wrapped you in his big arms and pulled close

“I missed you so much, pretty girl” he said brushing the side of your face with his nose

“W-what about you?” You asked, realizing he still hadn’t cum.

“Shhh, pretty girl. Don’t worry about me. You just sleep” he said rubbing your arm up and down.

“I missed you”

He kept whispering that in your ear as your eyes fluttered shut and you dozed off, exhausted from all the pleasure Rafe had given you.

“Don’t ever leave me again” he said kissing your cheek. His big arms wrapped around you tighter and pulled you to this naked body.

“And I’ll get mine once you wake up” his signature smirk returning. “We’re not done yet”

@v21sstuff @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings

[kingkatsuki]

Love island Bakugou getting physical after a re-coupling they choose you meaning he stays single but he sees our face fall in sadness so he goes against production ready to walk out with you or fight the guy in front of everyone 💀

You already know this isn’t good.

From the way that Bakugou stiffens on the other side of the couch when he hears Shindou call your name. Kirishima instinctively spreads his thighs a little further apart, as though he knows to be prepared for Bakugou to jump forward at any second.

The producers failed to omit this piece of information when they read out the confirmed couples before filming, something that in their minds would make excellent television when in reality a murder could potentially shut the entire production down. Which is where this was heading if the venomous look in Bakugou’s darkened eyes was anything to go by.

You wanted to go and sit beside him, to reassure him that you were still completely loyal and invested in him. To calm him down before he reached boiling point, but Shindou’s arm wrapped around your shoulder knocked the nail into his coffin.

You’d expected Bakugou to pull you the moment the recoupling was over, so you were surprised when he turned to Shindou instead.

“Come for a chat.” He snarled, the deep growl in his tone shining through.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea right now, man?” Kirishima tried to placate, placing a warm palm on his shoulder which was immediately shrugged off.

Bakugou was already walking away from the fire pit, a fact you were grateful for as Shindou followed him towards the kitchen. You wanted to follow, but Mina was quick to stop you. So now all you could do was sit there and watch as you tried to attempt to decipher what was being said by body language alone. And from what you could tell Shindou was completely unremorseful.

The punch was hard and fast. The force enough to send Shindou flying back as the girls gasped, watching as he was quick to throw a punch of his own. You were on your feet in an instant as you ran towards the brawl. The boys far faster than you, the shiny heels you’d decided to wear tonight more of a curse than a blessing as you reached the pair. Both of them being held back as they snarled at each other like hungry tigers locked in a cage. Insults spewed back and forth as you made your way towards Bakugou, ducking under Denki’s arm when he tried to hold you back.

The production team had begun to join in, a feeble attempt at breaking up the fight. Ignoring the commotion surrounding you as you lay your palm flat against Bakugou’s chest, fingertips grazing his sternum as you felt his heart thudding in tandem.

“Hey, hey,” You murmured, “Stop. It’s okay, we’re okay.”

Kirishima felt Bakugou immediately stop thrashing against his grip, still maintaining his hold as though it was some sort of witchcraft you’d placed over him. Reaching up you wrapped your other hand around the back of his neck, pulling his head down towards you as you began to whisper softly into his ear. Your nails grazing his scalp as Bakugou sank into you, slipping from Kirishima’s rough grip and straight into you as he wrapped his arms around your smaller frame.

“You really think you can break that up, bro?” Sero laughed as Shindou dabbed his nose with a white towel, the fabric stained a deep crimson as everyone began to walk away as though there wasn’t just a fight moments earlier.

“Such a waste of a pick,” Kirishima shook his head, “You’re definitely gonna be sleeping alone tonight.”

[jolalibrary]

"jealousy isn't a good look"

!!

😏 so, instead of admitting that he’s jealous. javier rocks up to the bar—dragging Steve with him—to overlook you flirting-not-flirting with someone from the CIA. and cause I love what I have written, I’m gonna share some of it.

javier peña x f!reader • drabble 18+ themes.

dedicating to @swiftispunk because they loved this idea yesterday and now I wanna make their day spicy

He’s looking you up and down—dragging sharp glares up and down your skin. You can feel the storm in them, how it chokes you—the wave of anger which flows from him, shooting itself across the bar.

That the unbridled annoyance has chewed into the brown of his eyes, swallowing all colour—leaving only simmering darkness.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you think of how hard he’d fuck you in his current mood. How he’d likely press your cheek and chest against the wall, teasing you until you couldn’t speak.

Not letting you fall over the cliff until you were begging.

He’d most likely bend you over, uncomfortably so, before sliding into you in one smooth movement. How he’d make your thighs tremble, leave little teeth marks in hidden places—a reminder of how far you’d taken all of this. That the back of your head would meet the wall with each thrust, nails digging into your own calves as he makes you feel faint and good all at once.

Then, he turns his head away, and the defiance angers you more than his original glare. You think of pulling his chin, forcing him to look at you.

Instead, you plaster on a sweet smile. Sliding from beside him to the place between his thighs, spreading them with your hips as he grunts.

“Steve, you should go home…”

“On it,” the blond says, draining his glass, and patting Javi on the back as he leaves.

Feeling Javi shift on the stool, you let your fingers stroke his neck before forcing his eyes to yours.

“Javier.”

His silence speaks volumes.

So, you run your thumb against his jaw, coolly saying, “Javi.”

He rolls his eyes before meeting yours, sighing in response. Letting your palms rest on either side of his cheek.

If the shoe were on the other foot, you know he’d have thrown you over his shoulder. He’d have been pissed at you, beyond pissed, that you were ignoring him—and you’re being patient, kinder than he would be.

But it’s running out. Growing thin with each second, he says nothing—his annoyance, jealousy, and likely a whole host of emotions, swarming in his eyes.

The speckles of gold amongst the dark, pulling you in, likely desperate to not melt and let himself be angry.

“Your friend looks lonely,” he says coldly.

Smirking, you lick your lips, purposefully moving closer to him, leaving no room. “I think I’m okay here.”

“You think?”

“I know.”

He snorts, turning his eyes but not his face. “Yeah, seems it.”

“How about you just tell me you’re jealous, and you want me to stand here with you, and then we can pretend we’re not fucking—like we always do—and then later, when the sun has set, I’ll show up to your place and you’ll give me various reasons why sleep isn’t as good as you?”

Glaring, jaw rocking from side to side, considering your words before he shakes his head. “I’m not jealous.”

“You’re being childish.”

“And you’re being a brat.”

You smirk, coldly at that. “And, how are you going to fix that, Peña?”

AN: I think this one will smut close to the sun.

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Dethrone - Chapter 9

Warnings: 18+, thigh riding, fingering, daggers, swearing, criston cole

Authors Note: aemond finds out how needy his bethrothed is, training w criston cole and besting him bc why not, helaena!!! my sweet girl! (i promise she will be treated RIGHT in this fic and no harm will come to her or her children), a family dinner that’s tame, alsoooo im almost done w this fic but every time i cross something off of my timeline i add like ten more things 😅

Word Count: 3.2k

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Court is to be held tomorrow and I’m buzzing with excitement. In the past few days we’ve solidified with Alicent, and unfortunately Daemon, that we would like to announce our betrothal instead of a courtship. They both agree to the new announcement and I now make my main focus picking a gown to wear to court.

“What am I to wear?” I pace around my chambers looking at the entirety of my wardrobe thrown everywhere.

“I can offer you my assistance.” Kaenna smiles as she enters my chambers.

“You’re finally here!” I laugh out in relief. I run over to her and pull her into a hug finally feeling like everything is starting to fall into place.

“You’re betrothed!” she hugs me back even tighter.

“Can you believe it? I have to find something to wear.” I groan looking at my wardrobe that’s taken up our entire seating area and bed.

“We’re in Kings Landing my child, we will find you the perfect gown. Tell me what your vision is.” Kaenna eyes the state of my chambers and gives me a disappointed look.

I explain and go into as much detail as I can think of for my gown. A warm smile spreads across her face and tells me she’ll get me exactly that and runs off out of my chambers. Gods know where she’ll get that in time. I slowly start to pick up my gowns and bring them over to my wardrobe.

I abandon cleaning and change into my training clothes to head down to the training yard. I look around lost and then find Ser Criston and begin walking over to him in hopes of him training me today. I wouldn’t mind training on my own but I’m still working on my familiarity with everything here.

“Princess, how can I help you?” Ser Criston asks lowering his sword from his opponent and looking toward me.

“If you have time, could you train with me?” I ask with a soft smile not wanting to interrupt him.

“I would be honored,” he walks away from the man immediately. “What’s the extent of the training you’ve had so far? I saw you with Aemond and I was quite impressed.” he smiles walking over to me.

“I’ve trained with many different people when I lived in Runestone. I’ve had a lot of good and a lot of bad teachers, but I absorbed the knowledge nonetheless. I’m hoping to set up a routine here in Kings Landing.” I say looking over the nearby weapons table.

“I can help set up times with you. For today what would you like to work on?” he inquires relaxing more out of his guard state.

“I was thinking close combat.” I hum removing a dagger from a sheath on my thigh.

“As you wish.” Ser Criston draws his own.

We circle each other for a couple breaths before I decide to make the first move. I make a quick swipe with my dagger and then following up with a jab from my left fist. He ducks just missing my fist while bringing his leg out in attempt to trip me. I hop over his leg and he spins to avoid me being at his back.

He pummels forward and I dash out of the way swiping with my blade once more. He moves to avoid it only to have it pressed to his throat a moment later. We continue this same dance until we’re both sweaty and exhausted.

“It seems we have plenty to learn from my betrothed.” Aemond chuckles from the weapons table.

“Hello, my Prince.” I smile widely dropping my blade from Ser Criston’s chest.

“So this is where you’ve been.” Aemonds smile broadens as I begin approaching him.

“Well one of us has to be the protector.” I tease him.

“And you will be my brave knight?” Aemond raises his eyebrow trying to hide the smirk on his face.

“Shining armor and all my love.” I laugh softly as I sheathe my dagger.

“Mm, well I don’t want to steal you away from galant knight training, but I thought you would like to meet my sister, Helaena.” he says leading us out of the training yard claiming my hand in his.

“I would love to. I just need to change first.” I smile up to him.

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We enter my chambers and I tell him to go to the balcony so we don’t get distracted. I pull off my training clothes and pull on a silk slip. I groan loudly as I forget that all my gowns are thrown everywhere.

“Everything alright?” Aemond asks walking into the room and stopping as he drinks in my body.

“Aemond!” I hiss. “I told you to wait out there until I’m done.” I roll my eyes at him.

“I thought you would need help tying up your dress.” he says innocently walking closer.

“I want to meet your sister. You get back out on the balcony before that’s delayed even longer.” I point to the balcony stubbornly.

“Fine.” Aemond turns and walks outside once more.

I grab a black gown that has a mesh neckline that plunges and sleeves that meet my wrists. Shades of blue slip down the torso and end in a deep sapphire. There is a particularly scandalous cut on one side that goes up to the thigh but I think I’ll be able to hide it. I slip it over my head and smooth it out against my body. I put some black slippers on and walk over to my vanity to fix my hair.

“You can come back in.” I call out to Aemond.

“I would burn cities to the ground for you.” he breathes out staring at me in the mirror.

“As I would do for you.” I hum pulling him in for a quick kiss.

I finish my hair and we’re on our way to Helaena’s chambers. I feel bad that I haven’t seen her since I’ve arrived. She’s the only other dreamer I know of and I’m curious to see how her dreams manifest. Hopefully she’s as open and curious as I am.

We knock and enter her chambers. I see three beautiful children sat on the ground playing with blocks in the sunlight. Helaena is contently knitting on the couch humming. She is the portrait of peace and serenity.

“Helaena, this is Viktorya.” Aemond announces me to her.

“I’m sorry I haven’t came to meet you sooner.” I say as I follow Aemond to the couch.

“It’s lovely to finally meet you.” she looks me in the eyes deeply and smiles. “Mother has told me all about you.”

“I hope all good.” I return her warm smile.

“You’re a dreamer too.” she states more than asks as she tilts her head.

“I am. Not many people know.” I say hushed.

“They never seem to understand the burden that comes with our knowledge.” she hums as she resumes knitting.

“Indeed,” I reply. “I’ve been chasing a dream for my whole life.” I turn to Aemond smiling.

“And you’ve finally found him.” Helaena glances over to us.

“I’m sorry,” I say slightly tilting my head. “You know of my dream?” I ask curiously.

“Yes, I’ve waited for you too. You will allow me and my children to escape and be happy in peace.” she looks over to her children with a hint of a smile.

“I will do everything I can to ensure that you all are safe and happy.” I say reassuringly catching her gaze.

“Thank you.” she smiles as she sets her knitting down to glide over to me. She wraps me in a warm embrace. “You’ll do well as Queen.” she whispers as she pulls back.

“Thank you.” I smile hugging her again. “Should you ever want company or to talk please reach out to me and I will come. I promise you.” I offer nodding my head.

“The time will come.” she looks off in the distance.

“Well, we will stop bothering your knitting, sister.” Aemond says softly and I rise with him. We quietly leave her chambers and he shuts the door softly behind us.

“She was very sweet.” I hum grabbing onto his hand.

“She is.” he replies bringing my hand to his mouth so he can place a kiss on it. “I must ask my love..” Aemond says trailing off, tugging us into a dark alcove off the hallways.

“What must you ask my love?” I ask giggling at his antics.

“Are you wearing this just to see how much you can tease me?” Aemond asks backing me up to the wall and he spreads his hand on my exposed thigh.

“I didn’t think it would be noticeable.” my breath hitches in my throat as he brings his hand higher.

“Where are your panties?” he growls into my ear as his hand reaches my bare hip.

“I forgot.” I whisper as he squeezes roughly on my hip.

“I don’t think you did.” his smile turns devilish as he presses himself into me.

I yelp as I’m suddenly falling backwards. Aemonds hands swiftly get to the back of my head to protect me from the fall. We slowly start to untangle and get up. The wall we were leaning on has opened into a doorway.

“I guess we found another entrance.” I say wiping dust from my gown giggling.

“Shall we explore?” Aemond offers he his hand as he begins walking deeper into the tunnels.

“I would love to.” I smile accepting his outstretched hand.

He shuts the door behind of us as we start off. There are many different tunnels and stairwells that I could get lost in for hours. I take in my surroundings baffled at how these aren’t in use. I follow Aemond closely as we start journeying deeper into the tunnels. I know he’s explored these before so I thankful he’s here to offer guidance or I surely would be spending the night in here.

After a while of walking around and showing me all of the back way to important rooms and halls he begins to turn us back around. He leads us up a flight of stairs and we make a couple of turns until he stops us at a doorway. He opens it and leads us back into my chambers.

“Where were we?” Aemond smirks pushing me back on the chair.

“Not getting distracted.” I smile putting a slippered foot on his chest stopping him from climbing on top of me. “You said we could actually attend family dinner.” I pout looking up to him.

“You sound more appetizing.” he whispers watching my skirts slowly fall towards my hip from the angle of my foot on his chest.

“We’re going to dinner.” I reply firmly and take my leg off his chest. “Pull yourself together and maybe you can have dessert.” I smile brushing past him to the main doors.

He catches up to me quickly and we begin walking to the main hall. We arrive at the same time as everyone else does and no one says a word. There seems so be some animosity in the air between the two families. Me and Aemond sit next to each other which seems to be the only common ground between all of us.

Jace is giving me dirty looks and I can’t suppress my giggle at his twin bruises on his face. Daemon clears his throat to get me to stop and I roll my eyes at him and turn back towards Aemond. He’s staring daggers at Aegon, who I now see, has been staring at my chest.

Viserys slowly walks in and we all stop and rise. This is the first time I’m meeting him and his health seems to be as bad as rumored. We all sit once he takes a seat and wait for him to speak.

“How lovely to have you all here with me. To see us together after so many years. So much loss. Let it strengthen us!” Viserys declares raising his glass. “Welcome Viktorya. Shame on Daemon for hiding you from us.” he stares down the table at my father.

“It is lovely to be here after all this time.” I say smiling sweetly.

“And a congratulations are in order!” Viserys booms. “You’ve found love with Aemond!” he says joyously.

I can feel Aemond tense beside me. I know he’s told me that he was never close with his father so of course the smallest amount of attention will feel out of place. I completely understand this and try and comfort him by placing a hand on his thigh. I squeeze his thigh and smile and him supportively.

We all fall into our own conversations as the courses are brought out. Music is played and the spirits are lifted as we all start to relax. My thumb starts rubbing circles absentmindedly on Aemonds thigh as I take a sip of my wine basking in the feeling of a family dinner no matter the true feelings that are hidden.

“Remove your hand before I take you on this table in front of the family.” Aemond whispers in my ear sternly.

I cough on my wine and bring my hand back to my lap. I can feel my face heating and I hope no one has noticed. I risk a peak and thankfully the only person looking at me is Aemond. The servants come and clear our plates and soon after Viserys dismisses us saying he’ll see us all tomorrow at court.

Aemond and I walk silently hand in hand back to my chambers. The tension between us is thick and causing me to get jittery. I’m trying to gauge his mood but he won’t make eye contact with me the whole way back. Once we get to my chambers he runs his fingers through his kept hair.

“I’ve been trying and failing to show restraint when it comes to you.” he breathes out sounding frustrated with himself.

“I haven’t been making it easy. I’m sorry. If you want to sleep in separate chambers until we wed I understand. I don’t mean to be so needy.” I offer softly averting my gaze.

“No, I should be able to control myself. You’re just so perfect. In every way.” he cups my face adoringly. “Gods, the way you tease me.” he says kissing my lips once and trying not to linger.

One of his hands caresses my jaw and he brings his thumb to my lower lip. I slowly part my lips and he groans as I lick the pad of his finger softly. He chuckles lowly and shakes his head. His hand caresses down my body to my waist and guides us back to a chair.

He moves my skirts and helps me straddle one of his legs so I’m completely bare on his clothed thigh. He pulls me closer to him and brings his lips to mine. I moan into his mouth at the friction on my clit as I scoot up his thigh.

He slowly begins rocking my hips with his hands as I toss my head back in pleasure. My hips grind down as he slides me back and forth. Soon I get lost in the rhythm and my hips start moving quicker on their own accord. Aemonds name followed by obscene moans fall from my lips as my pleasure begins to build.

My body becomes taught as I frantically rock against his thigh. He brings a hand between us and starts to circle my clit. With one hand still guiding me and the other on my clit I’m quickly lost in Aemond.

My head falls to his neck as I whimper, coming all over his thigh. His mouth attaches to my throat and his arms snake around my back to pull me closer. I lift my leg over his other thigh so I can fully straddle his hips. He grunts out when my wet core comes into contact with his covered hard length.

I slowly rock my hips on him and his fingers squeeze into my hips which I know will leave bruises for me to cherish. Feeling him through his pants sends a new jolt of excitement through me. I slowly reach down for his belt to help him out of his pants.

“My pleasure can wait until after we wed.” Aemond says softly grabbing my wrist. “It’s the only thing I’ve been able to hold off on.” he whispers helping me off his lap.

“Do you at least take care of yourself without me?” I ask looking up at him through my lashes leaning back on the couch.

“I have to.” he says his cheeks turning red.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you blush so fiercely, my love.” I coo pinching his cheek.

“Don’t make fun of me.” he says nuzzling into my neck.

“Do you think about me when you do it?” I whisper as I smooth his hair.

“Of course.” he pulls back and looks at me sincerely.

“Tell me.” I ask breathlessly.

“I picture you under me on our wedding night. Eyes locked to mine as our bare chests rise and fall together.” he whispers lightly kissing my neck. “I slowly slide into you as your nails rake down my back. Once I’m fully in you, you clench deliciously around me making me snap my hips forward.” he trails off hands sliding up my thighs.

“Please Aemond,” I pant spreading my legs for him.

“I set a quick pace surprising us both. You’re moaning my name as I continuously fuck this tight little pussy.” he says as he slips two fingers into me. “You arch up as you come around me for the first time. I keep going at the same pace offering you no break.” he continues his fantasy as he starts plowing his fingers into me.

“Yes Aemond! Fu-“ I cut off with a loud moan as he curls his fingers slightly getting a new angle.

“My Wife.” he coos bringing his thumb up to rub my clit. “My hips finally falter as I fill you, slowly fucking it into you. And you take it, coming with me again.” he breathes into my neck as I come harder than I ever have before.

I hold onto his arms like my life depends on it and then relax back into the couch once more. He slowly removes his fingers from me and sticks them in his mouth sucking me off of him. He hums in satisfaction as he pulls us up off of the couch.

“I think we should wed as soon as possible.” I smile at him lazily. “Lets make that fantasy come true.” I say slowly removing my dress leaving me in my slip.

“All in time my love. I’ll wait for you as long as I need to.” Aemond smiles as he removes his shirt and pants to get into bed with me pulling me closely to him.

[yzeltia]

[ TEA ]: sender prepares a mug of hot tea for the receiver. 🫖☕️

Characters: U'rahn Nuhn, Erenville, Drake Tribe Rating: T for Nuhn Summary: U'rahn tends to his duties as Nuhn then duties to his heart.

With the sun set, a rare chill spread over The Forgotten Springs, offering a respite for the Huntresses of the forgotten springs after a long day of Sandworm hunting. The Blackmoon Hunt was yet another moon away, and they had started to think their deadly neighbors had learned after the first few years of their culling that Nyx would be back for them. A chorus of whistling sounded from within the commons, though the voices were quickly silenced as U’rahn pulled a kettle off each burner of the stove. On four trays, he’d laid out fine tea cups and saucers with dragon and knights printed on them, a gift from Ishgard. 

With four kerplunks, he dropped a metal ball filled with Thanalan tea leaves into each of the kettles as U’khuba, U’thyka, and U’odh came in for their respective trays. U’rahn beamed at his cousins and father, putting a large bowl of sugar cubes out for U’odh to take to his mother and daughters while the other two left to check in with the weary Huntresses. U’rahn took up his own tray, wandering out to the outskirts of the village to bring the tray to those who were on duty for the night. He poured for each of them and waited quietly for them to relax and sip and finish their cup before moving on, ensuring that they could take a proper rest.

Once he made his rounds, he returned with the final cup to his own house. There he found Erenville resting in his bed, hand closed inside his field journal as he dozed. Carefully, U’rahn set the tray by his end table then slipped the book free. Curious, he looked inside, finding drawings of the sandworms and notes about their diet and habitat and how they might be deterred from the village without lethal force. He smiled softly, leaning down to kiss Erenville’s cheek softly before sitting up to pour him tea as he roused. “I told you that you would wearrr yourself out if you accompanied the huntresses,” U’rahn said softly, offering the saucer as Erenville sat up, ears slowly rising upward.

“I wanted to find some way to help,” Erenville said, closing his eyes and inhaling the earthy scent of the tea before blowing on it.

U'rahn frowned a bit, ear twitching a bit as he looked at the journal. Reaching out, he put his hand over the top of the other's cup, preventing him from taking a sip and instead pushing his lips into Erenville’s. “Y’know, you don't have to compete with Nyx.

Erenville scowled in a manner that made U'rahn know it was annoyance at his insight. “I do not compete with Nyx.”

“Not directly. Maybe not even um…consciously,” U'rahn said before holding up the other's field journal. “You keep things locked in yourself, but I pay attention. I see you.”

Erenville snatched the book back. “I am a gleaner. I travel over hill and dale for far more dangerous specimens than your sandworms.”

U'rahn nodded. “True. True. But y'know Nyx comes around about this time and does their thing and then we don't have to worry about them. There's a big party and everything. I told you that.”

“Right, but they keep coming back and thus you may need a better solution.”

“Yeah, but we don't want them to go away completely. They’re super important to the springs,” U’rahn said before tapping his foot on the floor. “The tunnels they make help it so that the rains the Sagoli gets make their way to the springs below. So they still need to be able to come around as needed.”

“They go that deep?” Erenville asked before opening his journal. “My research held that Sandworms do not burrow below the sands.”

U’rahn scratched his chin. “Well, after centuries of annoying one another ours are extra feisty and go a lot farther down to get away from us. We hunt the ones that are a nuisance and then when we’re overwhelmed Nyx comes and helps us out now; but, we don’t want them to go away forever. We can also use their fangs for sewing needles and potions. Some decorative furniture too. They’re part of a delicate balance of life out here.”

“Rahn, I understand now. You don’t need to explain ecology to me,” Erenville sighed. “I maintain that I did not do this out of competition.”

U’rahn let his ears flick then rubbed the back of his head. “Well, you’ve never shown much interest in hanging around here before until I mentioned the Blackmoon Hunt. Suddenly you’re around a lot.”

Erenville turned away sharply. “That means nothing.”

“I think it means a lot. You looooooooove me,” U’rahn said before taking the tea from the other before flopping into him for a hug. “Just remember, I love you too, for Erenville reasons and Nyx for Nyx reasons. For instance, you are a lot fussier than Nyx.

“I fail to see how that is something to love. And what did I say about calling me that,” Erenville said before finding himself kissed by U’rahn again. U’rahn pulled back, laughing until Erenville joined him.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

can y’all recommend me the fluffiest schmoopy-est one shots you know? am currently sick and mopey rn :(

So many great fluffy one shots, I've tried to choose a selection. We have the oneshot tag and the fluff tag! But here are some. Get well soon! ~Jen

In your atmosphere  By Mistyday

AU; Kurt's an out of work actor in LA, Blaine's the boy playing guitar on the 3rd Street Promenade. Companion piece to Covered in Rain, in which we explore if it'd been Los Angeles instead of New York.

and follow up Covered in Rain by Mistyday

AU; Blaine plays guitar in a cafe, Kurt's there one day and Blaine's smitten. Inspired by a picture found on Zachary Quinto's twitter and John Mayer's Covered in Rain. A love song to New York City.

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A Season of New Developments By Coffeeaddict80 @caramelcoffeeaddict

Shortly after Kurt moves into a new apartment building and meets his hot new neighbor, Blaine, he hires Blaine to photograph a huge fashion spread that he's organizing for the January issue of Vogue. In the meantime, the two men spend their free time getting to know one another better.

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Blind by calliopemelpomene

Blind dates never work out. Except sometimes.

Read at:  [PDF]

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How Something Like luck you are by OhQuixotica

 Kurt and Blaine have a crappy date, then make up for it on the playground, and Blaine never does find his shoes.

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I thought maybe you knew by @gleefulpoppet

A sweet coffee shop meet-cute, where a stranger with gorgeous hazel eyes saves Kurt from one of his exes. Sappy trope goodness through and through.

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She gave me two hearts by anna_timberlake @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion

Kurt Anderson-Hummel found some reports pertaining to Blaine Anderson-Hummel about his past medical records which contained a very shocking secret. What would happen when Blaine finds it? How would they handle it together?

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Us-Tube By daffodilkurt

We’re both rival YouTubers with the “anything you can do I can do better” rivalry. Whoever uploads a video first the other one makes a video exactly like it but better. Our subscribers ship us even though we live far away from each other. We have an encounter at a con one day

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Sleep tips for the Chronically Nocturnal by rockitman

Kurt can't sleep and Blaine takes that as a personal challenge

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Midnight by notenoughttogivebread

Written for Klaine Advent: Kurt and Blaine after The First Time.

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In Sickness and in… by flaming_muse

There’s just Blaine, his hot pillow, and the heavy winter clouds pressing down on his chest. Futurefic.

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What do you think about Mr Reed using toys on the reader? For some reason I can really imagine him tying up some new 'prophet' and forcing her to have multiple orgasms while he just preaches to her

Without a doubt! I made this a large part of the big fic I posted because it’s one of the strongest headcanons I have for him. I imagine he’d view it as an easy (and enjoyable) way to gain control over her quickly. I got carried away and did a drabble enjoy!!!

This wasn’t usually his plan with his new prophets. Typically once he broke them with the revelation of there being no real god, they’d just willingly go in their cages. This girl was…different. He usually didn’t like to play with his experiments, it muddied up the scientific process. But the way she giggled, far too eagerly, at his corny jokes and stared at him in awe when she thought he wasn’t looking was far too tempting to pass up.

Instead of the usual game he played, leading his prophets down a labyrinth of confusion before their final conversion, he knew of a far more tantalizing way to convert this one. She had willingly come back to his little chapel, feigning interest in his Knick knacks when she really just wanted to stay close to the older man.

He had found her at some cringy new age non denominational outreach event a few weeks ago. She was one of the lead youth pastors, but was clearly sheltered and naive. He had noticed she was quickly developing an innocent school girl crush on him that he could turn into something decidedly non innocent. So he asked her to his house so that he could have someone to read the Bible with. How could she say no? He was so kind and she knew he lived by himself and he must be so lonely. She could fix that for him.

As she walked around the room pretending to be interested in his books while trying to catch glances at him, she noticed he had grabbed a large scarf silk and was playing with it in his hands as he approached her. “Are you planning on going out?” She questioned. He chuckled and squeezed the fabric. “Oh darling not at all, how could I ever give up such good company!” She blushed at that. “No, this is for…well uh…oh never mind it’s silly.” He played up the kindly old man act and knew it was working its magic on her. She reached out her hand to catch his arm, stopping him from walking away. “No, please! I’m sure it’s not silly. Tell me.” He took a step closer and she felt her heart start beating faster. “Do you trust me?” She nodded. “I want to show you a little bit about my personal beliefs. We’ve talked an awful lot about yours, or well your parent’s if we’re being honest, and I think you could benefit from hearing a different perspective. But I need you to trust me completely, no questions asked and no backing down once you agree. Are you with me?”

He studied her face, waiting for a response. After a long moment of silence she whispered “I trust you fully.” Without missing a beat he said “Take off all your clothes.” She gasped. “Mr. Reed!” He stepped closer and snapped “I said no questions and no backing down.” The realization that she was getting exactly what she had been chasing after seemed to hit and he found it delicious.

Just as he knew she would, she stripped for him. Starting with her cardigan and skirt all the way down to her mismatched, almost grandmotherly, bra and panties. “Everything.” He stated. She turned red and slowly slipped the undergarments off until she lay bare before him.

“Alright, I’m going to tie you up with this scarf now, just your hands behind your back. It’s soft and it won’t hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you at all and while I said no backing down if you want to stop you can tell me to stop at any point, but that will be the end of this and we will never see each other again.” Without hesitation she placed her hands behind her back. He knew she’d play along, but he never dreamed it would be THIS easy.

He tied her up and guided her sit on the floor, spreading her legs out. He walked over to his desk and pulled out a modest dildo. “I’m going to give you something your church and your god never bothered, pleasure.” Her eyes widened at the toy. He kneeled down before her and put a comforting hand on her thigh. “Have you ever used one of these before?” She turned the darkest shade of red yet. “Be honest, pet. There’s nothing wrong with using sex toys. You’re a grown woman, you can do what you want with your body.” Calmed slightly by his words, she squeaked out “Yes. But I feel ashamed whenever I use it.” He set the toy down and gently grabbed her face in his hands. “You should never feel ashamed of feeling good. If you listen to me you’ll never feel shame again. I can release you from all of that. Would you like that?” She nodded in his hands.

He took the toy and switched it on. “This is happening now darling, are you ready to hear about my religion?” “Please Mr. Reed, I need it.” He took the toy and placed the vibrating tip firmly against her clit and she moaned deeply. He began alternating between fucking her with it and stimulating her clit. He looked over her and grabbed her by the hair. “This is it pet, this is my religion, the one true religion.”

As he educated her for the rest of the evening he realized she wouldn’t be sent down to the basement. She would be his personal prophet.