#but not because i am awake when this happens

[quarterlifekitty]

Imagine he still gets a morning wood the first few days on deployment because his body got used to having you wake up next to him/you waking him up nicely when he's home.

I'm a john price girlie but this works with all of them.

Who am I to deny a John price girlie? God knows you could use a win in your life. And an older man to express approval for you while telling you he’ll never leave. (This is JOKES I am also a John price girlie)

So. cw: somno/free use but I totally believe that when you’re in a relationship with John and living with him? That’s consent, babyyy. Maybe you have a bracelet you can take off for when you’re really not in the fucking mood, but otherwise? He doesn’t care what you’re doing. He’s getting in there whenever and wherever he wants.

And this especially goes for when you’re all drowsy and nodding off when he’s around. Doesn’t matter if it’s on the couch or in bed— he’s pulling you into his hold so he can grind against you, pushing your clothes aside so he can use your bare cunt to get himself off.

God knows he’s doing it constantly when you go to bed. And it’s conditioned him— he’s so used to waking up hard and having you accessible. When he feels sweet he’ll be gentle, try his best to preserve your beauty sleep, the only evidence that anything even happened will be the sticky load dripping out from your pussy when you get up. But sometimes he feels a little more hungry for it— so he’ll just manhandle you however he likes, probably get you prone under him while he fucks you hard and kneads at your ass cheeks.

And sometimes, you’re the one who gets cute about it. If you wake up early you might push your ass against him, or he’ll blink awake to see you under the covers, swirling your tongue around his tip before lazily sucking it into your mouth, spit mixed with his pre trailing down his shaft.

So when he wakes up on deployment after a long leave? He’s not a happy camper. Ask the rest of the team— they notice the way he scowls after he’s worked up, feeling the edges of whatever shitty cot is his current bed, and not finding a soft, warm little body for him to shove his leaking dick into.

He doesn’t like to jerk off when he’s away from you. Waste of perfectly good seed. So he’ll take his icy cold showers and save up for when he’s home and it can find a home inside your womb.

[nakylvr]

– SANTA TELL ME

daniela avanzini x fem!reader

summary: after ending things with sophia, daniela lets you stay with her for the rest of the holidays. and the night before christmas changes everything.

warnings/tags: fluff, nsfw content, language, confessions, friends to lovers, g!p daniela, soft dom!daniela, sub!reader, it's kinda sad too im sorry it ends happy i swear, not proofread

minors dni

part 1

your eyes groggily open as the sun peeks through the blinds, blinking a few times as you roll over onto your side and slowly start waking up. once your eyes adjust to the lighting in the room, you realize where you are. then, you remember what happened the night before. a quiet sigh escapes your lips as you sit up, running a hand through your hair and glancing around.

daniela wasn't in the room, and you could hear talking from downstairs, making you also remember the fact that it was a few days before christmas and that most people were spending it with their families. you had stayed at daniela's place on multiple occasions, sometimes for longer periods of time than others, so her family knew you by now. but, you still couldn't help feeling like you were intruding their holidays by being here.

not even a few minutes later, the door opens quietly, and dani peeks her head inside to see if you're awake. a small smile grows on her face when she sees you, walking in and closing the door behind her. "hey, how did you sleep?" she asks, sitting down on the bed.

you shrug your shoulders, looking down at the blankets. "okay. thanks for letting me stay," you reply in a quiet voice. "i should get going."

"what?" daniela looks at you with confusion. "yn, i know you're going to end up spending christmas alone and upset, and i don't want that for you. my family loves you, you've been here so many times, they know you. plus, i already kinda told them you would be staying for the rest of the holidays." she smiles sheepishly at the end, grabbing one of your hands.

"you–" you stop yourself by sighing and shaking your head, a little smile forming on your face. "why am i not surprised?" you look at her, giggling softly.

"because you know me," daniela responds, her smile getting bigger. "now c'mon, we're eating breakfast and then i am taking you to go ice skating!" she's practically grinning by now, hopping off the bed and pulling you up along with her.

"wh– ice skating?" you question, letting her pull you up off the bed. "dani, i don't know how to skate."

"i know," she nods. "i'm going to make sure we do as much as we can in these few days to make up for what happened to you."

your face heats up at her words and how she says it so nonchalantly, a warm feeling radiating through your body as you can see she's genuine about it. you can feel your heartbeat speeding up, and you have to pry your eyes away to calm down. "okay."

and she was telling the truth. during the few days before christmas, daniela dragged you around to do every possible thing that involved the holiday, making you forget what made you come in the first place. you were enjoying the time when you thought you would end up dwelling in your bed all day and night until the days passed.

it was christmas eve, and you and daniela were sitting on her bed, both of you on your phones with a comfortable silence filling the air. suddenly, dani puts her phone down and looks at you. "do you wanna dance?" she asks.

looking away from your phone, your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. "what?"

"c'mon," she says, grabbing your hand and getting off the bed. she grabs her phone, and a slower christmas song that you don't recognize plays through the room.

"dani we both know i'm a bad dancer," you tell the latina, yet allowing her to move your arms to wrap around her neck.

"it's not that hard," daniela reassures, her hands moving to your waist. "just follow me, okay?"

you nod your head, looking down at your feet as you follow the steps and movements she was making, not noticing her gaze on you that never left. when you get the hang of it and finally look at her, your eyes stare into hers past the dim lighting in the room, still being able to make out the bits of green in them due to the closeness.

"thank you for making my holidays better, dani," you say quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. "i really enjoyed doing everything with you."

"don't thank me," daniela shakes her head. "i just wanted to make sure you had a good holiday. i'm glad you enjoyed it." there's a tiny smile on her face as she talks.

you smile back at her, the music in the background fading out the more you look at her. "you didn't get me anything, did you? we promised no presents this year," you say, your fingers playing with the curls in her hair.

"well..." daniela's voice trails off. "at first i didn't. but i couldn't help myself."

"dani!" you sigh loudly. "i didn't get you anything." your voice goes quiet again.

"it's okay," she replies, her hand moving up to cradle your face. "you being here is enough for me."

there's something in the way she says it that makes you feel like there's a deeper meaning behind it. you never noticed it until now. the way her eyes would linger on you when you weren't paying attention, the way she spoke to you like there was something more she wanted to say. the past few days you had spent with her helped you realize these things. and that you found yourself feeling things that you thought disappeared long ago. the silence that fills the air now is heavy with tension, both of you hesitating to do the next thing. her eyes glance from your lips to your eyes, but it's evident she's too scared to do anything.

slowly leaning forward, your lips hover just in front of hers before pressing them together. daniela's lips mold with yours as they slide against each other, the innocent kiss quickly becoming messy. you pull her closer to you, your bodies practically against each other as she walks backwards to the bed with you being pulled along. she stops once the back of her knees hit the bed, sitting down and pulling you down onto her lap, immediately reconnecting her lips with yours.

your arms remain hooked around her neck as her teeth nip at your bottom lip. parting your lips, daniela's tongue slips into your mouth, a little noise coming from you at the action. her nails are digging into your skin slightly, leaving little crescent moon marks on your waist while her tongue mends with yours. when she finally pulls away to breathe, her eyes are dark as she looks at you, your face flushed and breathing heavy trying to recuperate.

"dani," you say quietly.

"yeah?" she looks up at you with big eyes.

"i want you," you murmur, your fingers playing with her hair. "you don– you don't have to but-"

daniela doesn't respond, instead cutting you off by kissing you again. it's slower this time, as if she were trying to take her time compared to the last one. she's not trying to rush it. as she pulls away she picks you up swiftly and lays you down on the bed. hovering above you, her hand swipes away the strand of hair in your face, looking down at you as she asks you, "are you sure? i'm not going to make you do this."

"i'm sure," you nod your head. "please."

nodding her head, daniela's hands grab the hem of your sweater as you lift your arms up allowing her to remove it. her breath catches in her throat at you not wearing a bra, but she quickly leans her head down and puts her lips around one of your nipples, her hand grabbing and fondling your other breast. your heavy breaths fill the room excluding the holiday music that's still playing, and you remember that her family is scattered in the house, making you bite down on your bottom lip. your hand grasps the back of her head, pushing her closer to you as you arch up against her when she pulls away and moves to the other one, you're sure that your panties are soaked by now, and she's barely done anything.

finally removing herself from your breast with a quiet pop, her hands drag down your torso until they reach your pants and proceeding to tug them down and off your ankles along with your soaked underwear. spreading your legs, a low groan comes from daniela at the sight of you. your face is flushed, your chest is already littered in marks soon to change color as it heaves up and down, your legs twitching and wanting to close, your pussy practically dripping onto her sheets. all of it was almost too much for her. almost. she had been pining for you for so long, but she knew better to try and do something while you were with sophia. now that she was finally getting you, she was almost panicking, forgetting how to breathe as she stares, feeling her pants get tighter the longer she keeps her eyes on you.

"dani,"

your voice knocks daniela out of her thoughts, her eyes looking at you all big. "yeah?" she says.

"breathe, please. i would really not like it if you passed out and left me all horny on christmas eve," you tell her, giggling at the way she's looking at you.

a breathy chuckle falls from daniela's lips at your words that reassure her enough to get her mind straight. "right, yeah, sorry." she swallows the lump in her throat while nodding her head. "i just don't want to hurt you."

your eyes soften at the genuine tone in her words, how she cares so much about you that she worries of hurting you when you know she never would. grabbing her hand, you tug her closer so she's back to hovering above you, her other hand supporting her up next to your head. she looks down at you with an expression you can't recognize, but you're quick to notice what it means. "you won't hurt me, i trust you more than anyone else," you whisper to her.

daniela nods slowly, looking as if she were hesitating to say something, before she does in the same whispering voice as yours. "will you– would you be mine? i-i know you just broke up with sophia but i...i don't want this to mean nothing. i-i'm not that kind of person."

you're shocked by her words, staring up at her and seeing the way her eyes avert from yours, her face red with embarrassment. your hands cup her face, making her look back at you. "i'm all yours, dani. consider this a early christmas present," you say, smiling up at her.

a smile lights up on daniela's face when you respond, leaning down and kissing you deeply. your hands move from her face down under her shirt, your nails scratching lightly against her making her sigh into the kiss. pulling away, she sits on her knees, taking her shirt off and tossing it somewhere in the room before her shaky hands fiddle with her belt. you sit up a bit, your hands moving hers as you unbuckle the belt and undo the buttons on her jeans, feeling her gaze on you as you tug them down her legs along with her boxers.

a quiet gasp escapes your throat when her cock is freed from its tight confinement, seeing just how big she is with beads of precum leaking from her tip. shifting so you were on your knees, your hand grabs her cock and you give it a few pumps before wrapping your lips around her.

"shit!" daniela gasps the second she feels the warmth of your mouth around her. her hand instantly moves to your hair, bundling it up and holding it tightly.

you try to take all of her, but are stopped when your gag reflex kicks in and she accidentally thrusts into you, causing you to grab her thighs. she does it again, a low groan falling from her lips as you do your best to take it, looking up at her with big, teary eyes. your throat is already pulsing and throbbing while she thrusts into your mouth a few more times before pulling out, her breathing irregular as she looks down at you.

"you think you're ready for me, baby?" she asks, smiling at the way you quickly nod your head.

lying back down on the bed, daniela hovers above you with one of her hands supporting herself up near your head and the other holding the base of her cock, dragging it along your wet folds. slowly, she pushes inside of you, her eyes remaining on your face to spot any signs of discomfort or wanting to stop. inch by inch she slips in you, and a whimper leaves her mouth as she stops when she's fully in. "you okay?" she asks you.

"mhm," you hum quietly, nodding your head with your eyebrows scrunched together at the feeling of her stretching you out. "please, do something," you whimper out.

hearing your plea, daniela slowly starts moving her hips, pulling out and pushing back into you, groaning at the way your walls contract around her each time she goes back in. "fuck...you're so tight," she hisses.

"oh my god," your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel her move in and out of you. "fa-faster, please," you get out through whimpers. "please, dani."

all daniela does is nod her head, her hands moving to grab your hips as she speeds up, the sounds of skin slapping against each other mixed with your moans and the music still playing loud enough to draw out what's happening in the room. strings of curses leave daniela's mouth, but her eyes don't leave your face even for a second, needing to see how your face changes and contorts every time she thrusts back into you.

the noises coming from you which started quiet start getting louder the more the pleasure overwhelms you, your eyes squeezed shut as you try to reach for her. "f-fuck, dani, you're so big inside me!" you whine.

daniela's dick twitches inside you at your words, her hips stuttering for a moment as she lets out a quiet moan. her head is spinning already, but as she hears a door open from down the hall she's quick to move one of her hands over your mouth to quiet you. "shh, stay quiet f-for me, baby," she says in a hushed voice, leaning down and pressing kisses on your neck.

your moans come out muffled past her hand over your mouth, grasping at her back with your nails digging into her skin, hearing her hiss at the sting but she doesn't slow down the movement of her hips snapping against yours. "mngh, dani..." you whine into her hand, your hips moving to meet her thrusts. you can feel every ridge and vein of her cock as she quickly pistons in and out of you, and a sharp gasp leaves your mouth when you feel her tip nudge against your g-spot. "oh my– oh my god!" you squirm around under her, your noises only getting louder when she realizes and purposefully starts trying to hit the same spot.

"god, you feel so good," daniela mumbles into your neck, biting down to stifle her own noises. "gonna make me cum," she whimpers. "you close, baby?"

"yes!" you gasp, quickly nodding your head. hearing her whimpers and quiet moans right next to your ear have you feeling impossibly close to the edge, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap with each movement she makes and each word she says. "please, i'm so close, dani!"

the latina's hips stutter again, her thrusts becoming sloppy and irregular as she moans against your neck. "wanna fill you up, please. please, baby. l-let me make you mine– fuck, please," she begs in whimpers, pressing her face further into your neck as her hand slips from your mouth.

your mind being so clouded with lust has you immediately nodding at her pleads, pulling her closer to you while wrapping your legs around her hips to keep her inside you. "cum in me, fill me up, please, dani," you whine into her ear. "mark me as yours, mami," you whisper.

the title falling from your lips has daniela moaning loudly into her neck as she thrusts into you again, her hips stilling as she cums, filling you up with her seed. your back arches at the feeling, her tip pressing against your cervix causing you to cum at the same time, covering your mouth with your hand letting out a loud whine. she slouches against you, breathing heavily against your skin trying to regain her composure. your hand rubs her back gently, feeling the scratch marks you left and feeling a little bad.

when she finally catches her breath, daniela pulls her face away from your neck and looks down at you, pushing your sweaty hair out of your face. "are you okay? was i okay?" she asks.

you nod your head, a tired smile on your face as you peer up at her. "i'm okay. you were great, i don't think i've ever felt that good," you answer, kissing her quickly.

"really?" daniela's face lights up. "i-i just wanted to make you feel good," she says, her face flushed pink.

"and you did," you smile. there's a moment of silence that fills the air between the two of you before you speak up again in a quiet voice. "i love you, daniela."

daniela's eyes widen at your sudden confession, her heart stopping for a second as she looks down at you. "really?" she questions quietly, almost as if she thought you were lying to her. "you do?" her voice cracks.

you can see the tears beginning to form in her eyes as she questions your words, your gaze softening as you cup her cheeks with your hands. "i do," you whisper. "i...i've loved you for a while now i just...i didn't think you felt the same so i never tried. i'm sorry for making you wait."

a few stray tears fall from the latina's eyes at your words, swallowing the lump in her throat as she tries to not start crying completely. "it's okay," she responds in the same voice. "i love you too," she smiles a bit at you, leaning down and kissing you.

smiling into the kiss, you can feel the difference in how she kissed you earlier. it wasn't as rushed or messy, her hand cradling your face as she slowly moves her lips against yours. pulling away, she smiles down at you. "i love you so much."

"i know," you giggle, pulling her down to kiss her again.

later into the night when you're already asleep, your phone dings, and daniela stirs around at the sound and phone lighting up. her eyes open slowly and she grabs the phone thinking it's hers, turning it on again and seeing the message that just came in. her eyes go wide as she wakes up completely, sitting up slowly to not disturb you as she re-reads the message. "i think the fuck not," she grumbles under her breath.

quietly, daniela gets out of her bed and pulls on her pants and shirt, still holding onto your phone as she exits the room, shutting the door behind her with a soft click. going down the stairs, everyone else in the house is asleep, as should this person who texted you should be. making it to the front door, she unlocks and opens it, revealing sophia.

"wh-"

"cut the shit," daniela is quick to cut off the beginning of sophia's words. "why are you here?"

holding a small decorative christmas bag in her hands, sophia takes a breath, carefully choosing her words. "i wanted to give this to yn. i figured she'd be here of all places."

daniela's eyes narrow at the filipina, looking at the gift in her hands and crossing her arms over her chest. "you have a lot of nerve pulling the shit you did and coming back here," she says. "do you even know how heartbroken yn was? or did you just not give a damn about how she would feel?"

sophia tenses up at daniela's response, slowly nodding her head. "i know, i just-"

"dani, what're you doing?" your voice is heard before you appear behind daniela.

sophia's eyes go wide at the sight of you. you were wearing one of daniela's shirts, oversized revealing the obvious hickeys scattered across your neck and collarbones, and assuming with just your underwear on seeing as she could see your legs clear as day. your hair is a mess, your lips are puffy and swollen. her mouth goes dry as the dots connect in her head. "yn," she says quietly.

realizing it's sophia when you finally look at who's at the door, your body tenses up, and daniela is quick to notice, grabbing your hand. "what are you doing here?" you question the girl.

"uhm, i wanted to give this to you but uh," sophia struggles to get words out. "i think it's kinda dumb now. so..." her voice trails off, biting on her tongue to keep herself from saying more. "i'm sorry."

despite seeing the way her face drops when she realizes, the way she looks away to not show the tears forming in her eyes, you can't find it in you to feel bad for her. she knew what she was doing, now she was just feeling guilty because she got caught. "then you shouldn't have done it, sophia," you tell her. "just leave me alone, you lost your chance."

sophia merely nods her head, mumbling another apology before silently turning around and walking back to her car. as soon as she does, daniela closes the door and locks it before turning and looking at you, seeing the expression on your face with your lip tucked between your teeth to keep it from trembling.

"hey, hey, it's okay," she says softly, her thumb rubbing your knuckles. "come on, let's go back to sleep, okay?"

you nod your head in silence, following her back up to her room. when you're lying down next to her, you curl up into her chest as her arm wraps around you to hold you close to her. your thoughts are running around all over the place, and you want to say something, but the lump in your chest keeps you from speaking.

feeling your breathing slightly irregular, daniela leans back a bit to look down at you. "are you okay?" she asks in a quiet voice.

shaking your head, your eyes closed as you grasp onto her shirt in a tight bundle, you reply in a whisper. "please don't do the same thing."

daniela's heart breaks when she hears your response, pulling you closer to her as she kisses your head. "i won't, i promise. you don't have to worry. i'd die first before i would even think of doing that to you." she can feel wet droplets hitting her shirt after she says that, and her hand rubs your back gently. "i love you."

her reply hits you harder than you thought it would as you start to cry quietly into her chest. you were told the same thing by sophia, but everyone saw how that turned out. hearing it again has you second guessing everything you'd done, but the way daniela says it like she genuinely means it has you breaking down anyways. "i love you," you get out past your cries. "please stay."

"i'm not going anywhere," daniela responds. "just go to sleep. i'll wake you up tomorrow, and we'll have a good christmas, okay?"

"okay," you nod.

in the end, you celebrated christmas day with daniela and her family, happy to be creating new memories to remember over the terrible week beforehand for you. you got a few texts from sophia throughout the day, and by the third one you gave up and ultimately blocked her number. a gift bag was left outside the front door the next day when you and dani were leaving to go out, and you hesitated. part of you wanted to see what was inside, but the bigger part of you tossed it away in the trash can before getting into the car. even if the holiday started out bad, it ended about as well as it could.

[lost-in-fandoms]

Winter Warmers day 19: Holiday magic. Maxiel, hurt/comfort. About 1k. (yes I know I am a couple days late. yes I also know they saw each other for padel, just...ignore it.)

When Daniel goes to bed, he's in Perth. He is in his bed, with his blankets, his white noise machine, his podcast, and his loneliness. He is a little too sad and a little too warm, thinking about all the ways his life has changed, is still changing. Thinking about the messages he has been ignoring, the calls he hasn't picked up.

When Daniel wakes up, none of those things are true.

When Daniel wakes up, he is in a different bed, just a light blanket covering him, with the distant sound of traffic filtering in through the windows, city lights slicing the shadows through the half closed curtains. He is a little confused, but comfortably warm.

And there are arms wrapped around his waist.

It's that really that makes him freeze, breath stuttering in his chest. Sometimes, with all the traveling, he does end up forgetting where he fell asleep. And even if he never got quite this confused, it wouldn't be too weird to be in an unfamiliar room, but there hasn't been anyone in his bed for weeks, so Daniel is pretty sure he would remember that.

Especially because whoever is spooning him is almost certainly male, broad chest pressed against his back, the slightest scratch of a scruffy beard against his neck.

He doesn't know what's happening. He doesn't know where he is, who he's with, and his heart rate is steadily picking up when whoever is holding him sighs, tugging him closer.

"Are you awake?"

And oh. Daniel knows this voice. Daniel knows the rasp of it, deeper with sleep.

But how in the hell did he end up in Max's bed?

"Stop panicking, Daniel, everything is of course fine," Max murmurs, moving his head to nuzzle his shoulder, one of his hands rubbing gentle circles on his hip.

Like this is normal. Like this is something they do, wake up together, in Max's bed. When Daniel was just in Perth, had not answered Max's calls in weeks, and the last time they had seen each other Daniel had gotten tears and snot all over Max's team kit, sweaty in the Singapore heat.

He tries to breathe, tries to will his heart to slow down, but all he manages is a small, breathless whine, as a shudder travels down his spine.

He feels untethered, shaken and lost, emotions mixing and bubbling over, threatening to spill, making a mess, like everything else in his life.

"Daniel, hey, no."

Concern drips from Max's words, and Daniel lets himself be turned around and tucked into his chest, hiding his face into Max's shirt. Lets Max breathe deep and exaggerated, trying to get Daniel to copy him. Lets Max murmur in his ear, careful and tender, almost the same tone of voice he uses for when his cats are spooked.

"I'm sorry," Max says, contrite, when Daniel's breathing is back to almost normal, even if he's still hiding into Max's chest. "I should have probably given you more space."

Maybe the reasonable answer to that would be a nod, since it was pretty confusing and scary to wake up in Max's arms, but at the mention of space all Daniel can do is tangle his fingers harder into Max's shirt, pressing closer.

He doesn't know how he's here, doesn't know what kind of miracle teleported him from his sad and lonely bed to Max's hug, doesn't know if he even deserves to be here, after avoiding him for so long, but now that he is here, he doesn't want any fucking space. Now that he's being held, talked to so softly, he realises how stupid he'd been, to shut everyone one like this, especially Max.

Max, who had been by his side on the worst weekend of his life. Max who had called, over and over, trying to stay inside of Daniel's walls, instead of being shut out. Max, who apparently held no grudges for all of it, taking care of him without questions.

He doesn't realise his breathing has picked up again until Max shushes him softly, rubbing his back with big, gentle hands.

"It's okay, you are okay, I am here now. You are here now."

"What happened?" Daniel finds himself ask, half choked, muffled by his unwillingness to move away.

Max's hands stutter on his back for a second as he shrugs, almost dislodging Daniel from his position.

"I am not sure. You appeared in my bed, and you did not even wake up. And you looked very tired, so of course I didn't wake you. I think..." Max pauses, uncertain, but then carries on. Never one to not go for the gap. "I think maybe I was thinking very hard about you, and you maybe needed to be here. Or not there."

As if the universe would be that simple. Daniel needed Max, so Daniel was with Max.

Daniel knows nothing worked that way. You don't get everything you need just because you want it, and you don't get everything you want because you need it.

And yet, here he is. Where he needs and wants to be, despite denying it for so long.

"Christmas magic," he says, forcing a rough chuckle out, feeling Max laugh a little with him.

"Yes," he agrees, as if Daniel hadn't been joking, trying to build up at least some of the fragile walls that Max had knocked down so easily, just with a hug.

"I think we should go back to sleep," Max adds after a while, still rubbing Daniel's back, "and then tomorrow I can lend you my plane, or we can talk about why you are sad."

Daniel flinches, still surprised, even after all these years, by Max's ability to cut straight to the core of things, no nice words to beat around the bush.

"I'm not..." he starts, but Max cuts him off, making his mouth snap shut.

"Don't lie to me, Daniel."

His voice is still warm but there's steel behind it, an order Daniel doesn't want to defy. So Daniel doesn't.

He doesn't know what time it is, how much he's already slept, but he's still tired, and he's comfortable and warm in a way he hasn't been in forever.

And Max knows him, and Max has got him, and Max won't leave.

So Daniel closes his eyes and goes back to sleep.

[hearts4werka]

SECRETS OF THE UNDEAD SHADOWS

“Get fucked, you bitch! I ain’t gonna do shit!“

A new series in which... you and your mother move to an apartment complex for a new beginning after a traumatic event happened in your home town and as soon as you arrive, you have a strange feeling about the place right away, you meet interesting friends and gather a ghost hunting friend group along the way and investigate the origins of all the infamous murders and crimes of ‘Veronica’s Strange Apartments’ in the town of Boston, Massachusetts. Year 1998

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- CHAPTER TWO - Strangers Next Door…

The Past - year 1998

A sudden loud thud could be heard coming from the other side of the wall and next door which immediately shocks me awake, rising from my bed into a sitting position and looking around the room cautiously as there is a possible possibility that someone could have broke into my apartment, my breath quickens intensely as my eyes scan the room before they land down on Chris who seemed to slowly be waking himself from the loud noise. “Chris, are you awake?” I call out quietly as I hear him as well sit up and his eyes find mine, the same amount of horror hiding behind them as mine. “Well, am now. And what the actual fuck was that?” “I’m trying to figure out the same thing!” I whisper-shout, feeling a cold shiver run down my spine at the horrible scenarios creating in my mind like pop-rock candy pop in your mouth whenever you place them on your tongue, being all so sudden and hard to comprehend all at the same time. “Wanna go check it out?” He asks and I glance at him as if he just cussed out my whole bloodline, “Fuck no! That’s literally the main reason why people in horror movies die first, they go towards the shit when they should be running away!” I once again whisper-shout but now at him, he rolls his eyes and get out from under his covers, not paying any mind to his messy sleeping area left behind “Fine, have fun being alone in a dark room then because I’m going.” He states and starts walking toward my room door and I hesitantly follow behind, not wanting him to go alone, he creaks the door open to check if the coast is clear, when we’re sure it is. We sneak out of my room and slip out from my apartment through the main exit door to investigate the sound further.

We peak from behind my apartment door to check what’s happening next door and our ears get suddenly assaulted by a bloody scream of a woman, I didn’t really know who could have possibly lived there since I haven’t really socialized with all of the other tenants in the apartment complex but a scream being filled with this much horror couldn’t spike anyone’s interest to help even if they don’t know the person, we both cover our ears through the duration of the bloody high-pitch scream since we were pretty close to the source of it. Suddenly, as we observe the closed neighbors apartment door and start to plan on stepping further to investigate, a woman who looks around but over the age of thirty was pushed out of the apartment, covered in blood alongside a weird mysterious liquid we could not identify as anything we’ve seen before as she holds her stomach and seems to be also holding her head to stay in place, as if it has been not fully decapitated and her still managing to stay alive somehow with such dangerous and harsh injuries, “Do you hear that?” I whisper as quiet as I can so she doesn’t catch onto our presence in the hallway, “Hear what?” “What she’s saying.” My ears quick up a soft chant coming from past her lips, quietly chanting “Let me die, please, Tagmonnan, I can’t take this torture anymore” which sends a cold shiver down my spine, Chris doesn’t seem to really pick up on the chant but I whisper the words into his ear and his reaction is the same as mine, concerned and freaked out. I softly jump as a harsh hand is suddenly lied on my shoulder, a worried whisper hitting both of our ears. “The fuck is happening here? And what are you doing here, Chris?” Both of us immediately turn our heads around to see who the mysterious person could be behind the voice and to my surprise, my eyes met the one brother I still haven’t had the chance to meet, Matthew, from what I could make out from the harsh shadows casted over my clouded vision I noticed a few piercings adoring his face with similar and almost identical features and structure to Chris & Nick’s but still had a unique twist to it, making it look different despite the similarity between the three brothers.

His barely visible black fluffy hair I could harshly make out the outline of fell over his forehead in a messy way, looking like he’s just woke up in the dark pajamas he was wearing. When he opens his mouth to talk again Chris just pulls him down next to him to hide Matt from any possible glimpse the woman could get of our presence, when he opens his mouth to ask for an explanation for all of this we quickly shush him and tell him to stay quiet with our pointer finger being pressed against the middle of our lips, he immediately stays quiet and joins us on lurking at the woman who keeps chanting under her breath and for some reason, I feel a cold pair of hands push down on my shoulders as if to shove me to the floor, I look at the guys and see their hands nowhere near my body which makes me freak out ever more than I already was, attempting to grab at the hands and push them off but I felt nothing on my shoulders but the constant weight on them stayed until I fell to the cold ground with a soft quiet thud. My breathing becomes labored as the cold hands finally leave my shoulders, the weight being lifted off them at the same time which makes me sigh in relief, my eyes look up to see the both of the guys strangely looking at me as I stay on the floor, “Viv, are you good? Why are you on the floor?” Chris asks concerned as he extends his hand to help me get up from the floor, Matt gives me a simple worried look as I get up from the floor. “I.. I don’t know actually, I’ll explain later. Now let’s focus on the task at hand.” I answer softly, feeling slightly dazed as I feel a small cold pain spread across my back, a similar feeling to the hands on my shoulders from earlier.

By the time we look back at the strange woman, she’s now gone but a bloody trail was left behind that drags through the length of the rest of the hall, all of us glance between each other with horror spreading across our faces at the horrifying sigh. “We’re way over our heads right now, we should probably go back to our apartments now and tell our parents.” Matt suggests, his voice raising to a more audible state and ready to get the actual fuck out of here, Chris seems to consider his words and nods his head positively but I show a disagreed facial expression and shake my head negatively. “We can’t tell them cause they would want to go to the police, and I know I haven’t been long here in this town but it seems we would have to handle this on our own. I don’t think a random powerful demon would come here overnight, this looks like it’s been happening for longer now and who knows if the government isnt in on all of this?” I state, attempting to prove a point that if we let anyone else know what we’re up to and that we are investigating all these strange mysterious crimes happening in the walls we sleep in each night could get us in some serious trouble, “Yeah, I kinda get where Viv is coming from. We should leave this under the covers for now,” Chris agrees, Matt also starting to consider my words and nods his head. “Okay, well I think we should go to sleep now.. I’m pretty tired y’know?” Matt adds his own word, letting out a sleepy yawn and running a lazy hand through this messy hair. “What do we think about… a sleepover?” I suggest cheerfully to lighten up the tense air surrounding us and they both nod their head and we quietly enter my apartment and retreat to my room, seeing the mess me and Chris have left behind in the still oddly empty room.

I grab some pillows and blankets from one of the boxes laying around inside of my room and create another sleeping area for Matt next to Chris’s on the floor since there isn’t much furniture inside of here, we settle down in our spots and continue to sit there and give our opinions on what possibly could have been a sensible explanation for the strange woman being attacked next door, or maybe she did it to herself? “I honestly think she did that to herself because of the chats she was saying like she was saying she wanted to die and mentioned a demon name, that’s not normal human behavior.” I conclude whatever I heard on the topic if she either did it to herself or it was done to her. When the room goes silent for a minute, Matt decides it’s his turn to voice his opinion further. “Well, I’m positive that bitch was fucking insane.” A soft chuckle is earned me and Chris, Matt joining in soon after as we nod our heads in agreement. “Yeah, obviously! She was probably possessed by that demon she was calling out to since there isn’t much evidence and just our eye witnesses, and maybe someone else who surely had to hear the loud ass noises she was makin’. “ Chris says, seeming to still be shaken up by the situation with Me and Matt both included, we started to create a plan on how we would start investigating the matter and possibly look deeper into the crime history of this building since who knows what could the landlord be hiding inside of their building. “We need a plan on how we’re gonna sneak into that room without anyone seeing us, are y’all down?” Both of them agree in unison to start mapping out a full-proof investigation, since I haven’t made any enemies with any of the other tenants and since I was new to the apartments, I would go on a hunt around the apartments tomorrow to possibly figure out something else from the people who have been living here longer than me, obviously, and besides I was happy to meet new people and find our other information that could maybe come in handy in the future of this investigation.

“Since we’re going to have Viv now occupy some of the neighbors, me and Matt could sneak into the crazy lady’s apartment next to yours, I’ve got walkie talkies back in my room so we can use that for communication but we kinda would have to stay in the same range so the signal doesn’t cut off.” Chris adds, his eyes roaming the room as if he wanted to find something as a sudden cold breeze waves over our exposed skin, my window certainly wasnt opened and I’ve read into this in the past on my moms work computer back at our old place that this could mean a possible entity or ghost was passing by us, maybe it could be the demon or something worse? I decided not to overthink it as it seemed to be the smallest issue right now and went back to the plan at hand. “I’m fine with that,” I state and we look over to Matt for his response to the plan, “Yeah me too, you guys really got me into this shit so it’s okay with me, was wanting to go into that room ever since I saw you guys outside peakin’ at it since I got woken up by that loud ass noise.” Matt states and rubs his sleepy eyes, everyone’s faces were shadowed with tiredness from all of these events coming to sit as a weight on our back and be our responsibility now to keep the other tenants save from whatever is happening here, we just know one thing that we cannot tell not let anyone in on this who we don’t trust, visible theories rise in my mind as I start analyzing Matt’s words carefully. “Since you heard that noise, there could be a possibility that we might have not been the only ones who woke up to the noise,” I speak the most vivid thought that was swirling around in my mind alongside other theories, some seeming also ridiculous as well as reasonable at the same time but I couldn’t determine which ones were and which ones weren’t with the constant feeling of pressure on my back. “That just makes this whole thing go deeper and deeper, and currently I’m not awake enough to be brainstorming this any longer now, can we talk more about this in the morning?” We seem to come to one agreement after Chris’s statement, tomorrow we’ll wake up early in the morning and discuss this forth we as all of us look like we’re going to pass out any time soon, laying our heads down on our pillows and throwing on whatever each one of us had for warmth over our bodies and slowly started to doze off, though it seemed like me and Matt had different plans.

After it was obvious that Chris went to sleep, his soft snores proving our point, I hear someone call out my name in a quiet whisper. “Pssst, Viv, you still awake?” My eyes involuntarily open as I realize it thankfully wasnt any demon but rather Matt speaking from a small distance while still lying down in his sleeping area, “Yeah, cant really sleep, I’m assuming you too?” “Yup, it seems like so, but wanna talk more about this plan? I still have so many questions in my mind it feels like it’s going to burst with how many there are.” I chuckle softly at his words, agreeing and that I also had roaming questions left inside of my mind and with that all said, we went on to talk and elaborate further on the plan for almost an hour, shared some laughs and got to know each other a little better and found out that we share a lot of the same interests like me and Chris do, he also let me in on a little secret he had which was a secret crush on a girl in his class as he was thinking about asking her out on a date but she was the complete opposite of him and they didn’t share much in common but that is what pulled Matt in the most, as from what he said and what I could decipher from the infatuated words he shared about her, it warmed my heart how fast he trusted me with this information and told me about all of the emotions he was feeling towards her. Soon we got tired enough that we soon fell asleep into deep slumber, going into the same sleeping state as Chris currently was in, sleeping completely silently and peacefully.

The Present - year 2007

I squeeze and clutch the purple crystal close to my chest, my eyes involuntarily shutting closed as I transfer from the black void into the real world after I’ve heard someone call out my name, appearing inside of an old tree house where all of my old belongings are along with myself, when I open my eyes after I feel like I can, to my surprise I see Chris’s older brother Justin who looks shocked and terrified. When I feel I have a chance to finally talk to someone who knows where the triplets could possibly be located right now, “Justin?— Please listen to me right now, you’re my last chance to actually make things right! The shit we got into is much deeper than we ever thought!” I exclaim desperately, hoping he will listen to what I have to say, he only looks at me and starts to raise his voice until it turns into a scream, seeming like his brain just couldn’t comprehend what was happening and was resorting to react with fear and irrational thoughts. “Wha- who the fuck are you? G-get away from me!” He shouts as he backs away, inching closer to the opened trap door which is the exit leading down to an almost guaranteed death, my hands raise in a desperate gesture to attempt at trying to calm him down, my tone of voice, twisting with each panicked word coming out of my mouth.

“Justin, calm down man. You’re going to give yourself a heart attack if you keep freaking out, look, you need to get the guys here, this is my only chance before I end up in the void room and they need my help!” I quickly spit out a small explanation, just praying he does not fall down that trap door, “I don’t even know you, ..ghost-lady thing! I’m probably on some heavy shit right now and don’t realize it, and what makes you think I will help you with whatever witch bullshit—“ before he could step any closer to the opened hatch I close it just in time and roll my eyes at his frustrating comments, we’ve never actually had a chance to meet each other in person but I’ve seen him around the apartments whenever he would stop by the weekends to visit his family for ‘financial support’ as Chris told me in the past, I miss them. “Just stop being so frustrating to work with and cooperate with me for gods sake, this could get you and all of the other tenants inside of the apartments murdered if you don’t.” I reveal a small detail to possibly get him to get scared and listen, I’ve already achieved him shitting his pants but I can’t follow him around and write him small letters that he would just throw out and ignore, my soul is tied to the place I’ve died at and everyone’s soul is that way, thats an explanation to why the apartments can be so long as some of the ghosts havent passed on from the rooms they were murdered at.

“Why would I believe whatever a ghost in my mind is saying?” He says defensively, still believing that he could just possibly might be high on whatever drugs right now which just makes me more frustrated but I remain calm as that is the key to make him listen to me, it’s seriously my only wish for the possible last moments before the crystals magic fades and I wouldn’t be able to transport into the real world and could be stuck in the void room for all of eternity. “Oh my fucking god, you’re not on any goddamn drugs! For gods sake, listen! You need to get the guys here before the crystals magic fades or I won’t be able to help them if I’m gone in the void room and we need to work together in order to stop this! I’m not going to fucking repeat myself again.” I urgently demand, fed up with all of his bullshit and he seems to be silenced from my words and shutting his mouth from any bitchy remark he wanted to make, finally he shut his mouth willingly. “Okay okay, calm the fuck down, ghost-lady. I’ll see what I can do.” He states in an almost annoyed tone, as if he has a reason to be annoyed right now. No wonder he and Chris never got along with each other even after all of these years, I huff and wait for him to do something but he just stands there awkwardly and kicking air with his foot, “I would prefer if you did something right now, there’s not much time left!” I exclaim in a calmer way this time with slight hopes he will actually do something than just getting my hopes up, he rolls his eyes and sighs before turning around and opening the hatch to exit the tree house, I quickly notice a small smirk playing on his lips as he climbs down and then yells while laughing like some kind of villain. “Get fucked, you bitch! I ain’t gonna do shit!” My blood boils as the words hit my ears, feeling the crystals magic slowly fading away alongside myself. I curse softly underneath my breath as my form slowly becomes more unrecognizable until I end up in the last place I would want to be in, the void room.

— 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐃 📝 : hii everyone and this is the next chapter of this new series! This is coming out a bit later than it was supposed to because I’ve gotten pretty sick lately and I’m feeling like complete shit rn but I’ll be fine so dw guys, I’m so happy to be writing this series as it really brings me joy to see you guys enjoy it as much as I do!

Ofc creds and thanks to the lovely @/colorthecosmos444 for letting me use emo!matt in this series, it’s such an honor 💗

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[aasouthteranoswife]

Claimed by the Devil

Warning(s): Abduction/Kidnapping, Non-consensual Behavior, drugs, Emotional Manipulation, Dubious Consent, P and V penetration, Power Imbalance, Coercion, Dark Themes, Physical Restraint, Cursing, Toxic Relationships, Crying, and Hitting. 

Summary: When you're abducted by Toji Fushiguro, the ruthless leader of a powerful gang, you're thrust into a dangerous game of power and control. Trapped in his world, his possessive gaze and commanding presence leave you questioning your will to resist as the lines between captivity and desire blur.

The room is dim, lit by a single swinging bulb casting shadows over cracked concrete walls. You're seated in a dusty chair, wrists bound. Your head swims from whatever drug they used, fragments of chaos flashing in your memory—the alley, the struggle, and Toji Fushiguro stepping through the smoke like a predator.

“You’re awake,” he drawls, leaning against the doorframe, his presence suffocating. His sharp eyes rake over you, making your skin prickle.

“Why am I here?” you croak, voice trembling.

Toji smirks, dark and wolfish. “Sending a message to your daddy. What better way than taking something precious?”

Your stomach sinks. This wasn’t random. It’s about power. But the possessiveness in his gaze makes it clear you’re more than just leverage.

Later, you’re taken to a locked, lavish bedroom. Exhausted, you sit on the bed, the oversized shirt slipping off your shoulder. Toji enters, his jacket gone, his shirt untucked, his presence as overwhelming as ever.

“What do you want now?” you snap, trying to sound defiant.

He leans closer, fingers brushing your chin. “You can make this easy or fight me. Either way, you’re mine.”

Your heart pounds as he leaves, locking the door. The hours blur as you test every escape route to no avail. When Toji returns, his voice drips with amusement.

“You. I thought I made that clear,” he says when you ask why he’s here.

“I’m not yours,” you whisper, trembling.

Toji crouches, his hand brushing your face. “You’ll see soon enough. This isn’t love—it’s power.”

His words linger as he stands, smirking. “Rest up. You’ll need it.” The door locks behind him, leaving you with the chilling realization that Toji Fushiguro never takes no for an answer.

The following days blur together, marked by Toji’s occasional visits and Megumi’s silent appearances. Unlike his father, Megumi keeps his distance, his gaze unreadable whenever he catches sight of you. It’s clear he doesn’t entirely approve of what’s happening, but he doesn’t interfere either.

You notice the unspoken tension between father and son. Megumi is calculating, his movements careful and deliberate. He’s watching you too, though his reasons remain unclear. You wonder if he’s a potential ally or just another shadow in this nightmare.

But with Toji, it’s different. He’s relentless, pushing boundaries, and testing your resolve. And though you hate him with every fiber of your being, a part of you begins to understand the power he wields—not just over his gang, but over everyone in his orbit. Including you.

The silence in the room is heavy when Toji enters again, his footsteps deliberate as he approaches you. His smirk is nowhere to be seen this time, replaced by a calm, calculating expression that unsettles you far more. He carries a bundle of clothes in one hand, tossing them onto the bed without ceremony.

“You’ve been here for days,” he says, his tone almost conversational. “You’re overdue for a shower.”

Your brows knit together in confusion, your eyes darting from the clothes to him. “And you care why?”

He chuckles, low and mocking. “Because I don’t want my future wife looking like a stray. Get up.”

Your hands curl into fists at his words, heat rising to your face—not just from anger, but from the way he says wife with such certainty. The way it rolls off his tongue like it’s already a fact.

When you don’t move, he steps closer, towering over you, his presence almost suffocating. “Don’t make me repeat myself, sweetheart. It won’t end well.”

Reluctantly, you rise from the bed, your body tense as you glare at him. “Turn around,” you demand, motioning to the clothes he’d brought. “I’m not changing in front of you.”

Toji’s smirk returns, sharp and teasing. “You think I haven’t already seen more than that little shirt covers?” 

His gaze drops, and a smirk tugs at his lips as his eyes linger. "You should cover up better," he remarks, his voice teasing yet laced with a possessive edge. His finger lazily points toward your chest, where your nipples press visibly against the fabric, betraying your body’s reaction to the chill—or perhaps to him.

You cross your arms instinctively, heat rushing to your face. “Stop staring,” you snap, though your voice lacks conviction.

“Can’t blame me for appreciating the view,” he replies, his tone dripping with amusement, as if he owns not only the moment but you entirely.

Your cheeks burn, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. “Turn. Around.”

To your surprise, he does, his broad back facing you as he crosses his arms over his chest. The sight of him even turned away, sends a shiver through you—a reminder of just how dangerous this man is. You quickly change into the fresh clothes, the shirt and sweatpants far more comfortable than the oversized, stained shirt you’d been wearing.

“I’m done,” you mutter, hating the vulnerability in your voice.

He turns, his gaze raking over you like he’s appraising his work. “Better. Now, come on.”

“To where?” you ask, your voice sharper now, though you follow as he leads you out of the room.

He doesn’t answer, simply guiding you down the dim hallway to another door. When he opens it, steam wafts out, and you realize it’s a bathroom—a large, lavish one, its tiles gleaming under the soft glow of the light.

“Shower,” he orders, stepping aside to let you enter.

You hesitate, your eyes narrowing. “You’re just going to stand there?”

Toji raises an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Who said I was staying outside?”

Your heart skips a beat, your body freezing at his words. “You’re joking.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” He leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed as he watches you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. “I don’t trust you not to try something stupid. So, I’ll stay right here. Or…” He straightens, taking a deliberate step toward you. “I can join you.”

Your throat goes dry, the heat in his gaze making your pulse race. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe,” he says, his voice low, almost a purr. “But you’ll do as I say.”

With trembling hands, you step into the shower, doing your best to ignore the way his eyes linger on you as you strip off the borrowed clothes. The hot water cascades over your skin, but it does little to wash away the tension in the air. You can feel his presence even without looking, his gaze burning into your back like a physical touch.

Moments later, the sound of rustling fabric makes your stomach drop. You whip your head around just in time to see Toji shrugging out of his shirt, his scarred, muscular torso on full display.

“What are you doing?” you demand, panic rising in your chest.

He meets your eyes, unbothered by your outrage. “Like I said—if you try anything, I’ll be here to stop you.”

He steps into the shower without hesitation, the heat of his body an overwhelming presence as he crowds you against the tiled wall. The water slicks over his skin, highlighting every scar, every ripple of muscle. His proximity is suffocating, his scent—woodsy, dark, and entirely masculine—cutting through the steam.

“You don’t have to do this,” you whisper, though your voice lacks conviction. Your body betrays you, trembling not just from fear, but from the undeniable tension crackling between you.

Toji leans in, his lips hovering near your ear. “Oh, but I do. You’re mine now. Better get used to having me close, sweetheart.”

You shiver as his breath brushes your neck, and despite every fiber of your being screaming to fight him, a part of you can’t ignore the heat pooling in your stomach, the way his dominance makes your blood sing with equal parts fear and something else—something darker, something you’re not ready to name.

Toji's lips crash against yours, firm and unrelenting. You don’t push him away, though your heart races with a mix of defiance and confusion. The heat of his bare chest presses against you, his hard muscles brushing against the soft curve of your breasts, the contact sending a shiver down your spine.

His voice, low and gravelly, rumbles against your lips. “Your head’s screaming no, but your body?” His hand trails down, cupping the curve of your backside with a firm grip. “It’s begging me to keep going.”

One of his fingers grazes a sensitive spot, teasing the edge of your asshole as his other hand steadies you against the wall. You can feel the unmistakable press of his cock, hard and insistent, brushing against your core. The water streaming down your bodies does little to mask the tension crackling in the air, a dangerous line neither of you seem willing to step back from.

"Open your legs, Y/N," Toji commands, his tone low and firm, leaving no room for argument. There’s an undeniable authority in his voice that makes your pulse quicken, and against your better judgment, you obey. Slowly, you part your legs, exposing yourself to him, every inch of your naked pussy on display.

His sharp intake of breath is audible, his gaze darkening as it locks onto you. “Shit,” he mutters, his voice laced with a mixture of hunger and reverence like he’s savoring the sight before him. The intensity in his eyes sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through your body.

Before you can react, his hand moves with purpose, fingers sliding between your folds. The first contact sends a jolt of electricity through you, your body betraying you as it responds to his touch. Without hesitation, he dips two fingers into your wet core, his movements slow and deliberate, teasing you with every curl and press.

“You’re dripping for me,” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You can’t hide how much you want this.”

Your breath hitches, your hands gripping the tiles behind you for balance as he continues, his fingers working you with an expertise that leaves you trembling. His other hand trails up, brushing against your thigh before gripping your hip, anchoring you in place as he leans in, his lips grazing your ear.

“You feel so damn good,” he groans, his voice a heady mix of praise and possession. “And I’m just getting started.”

Fuck,” is all you manage to breathe, your voice trembling as your body betrays you, yielding completely to his touch. The word barely escapes your lips before the waves of sensation crash over you, his fingers moving with relentless precision, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Toji’s smirk grows darker, satisfaction radiating from him as he watches you unravel. His grip on your hip tightens, grounding you as your legs threaten to give out beneath you. His name tumbles from your lips like a prayer, your head falling back against the cool tiles as you surrender to the pleasure coursing through you.

When your climax finally overtakes, it’s explosive, your entire body trembling as the intensity of it washes over you. Toji’s arm loops around your waist, holding you firmly against him, his strength the only thing keeping you upright as the aftershocks leave you weak and breathless.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with a possessive pride. “Falling apart in my arms.”

You cling to him, your nails digging lightly into his shoulders as you struggle to catch your breath. His lips graze your temple, a quiet promise of more to come, as his fingers finally retreat, leaving you with the lingering heat of his touch and the unmistakable knowledge that he’s far from finished with you.

You burst into tears, the frustration, humiliation, and betrayal of your own body overwhelming you. Your fists pound against Toji's chest, weak compared to his unyielding strength, your voice cracking as you sob. “I hate you! I hate you!” you scream, though your trembling body tells another story entirely.

Toji only laughs, the sound low and mocking as he catches your wrists effortlessly in one hand. “Hate me all you want, sweetheart,” he says, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Your body doesn’t lie.”

In one swift movement, he spins you around, pressing your front against the cold shower tiles. The chill bites at your skin, a sharp contrast to the heat pooling deep within you. His hands grip your hips firmly, holding you in place as he positions himself behind you.

“No,” you whisper, shaking your head, but the word comes out weak, barely audible over the pounding of the water and your own erratic breathing.

“Too late for that,” he growls, his voice rough with desire. Without hesitation, he pushes into you, sinking himself to the hilt in one hard thrust. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that steals the breath from your lungs. The sheer size of him leaves you stretched and filled in a way that makes your mind spin.

Toji groans deeply, his fingers digging into your hips as he stills for a moment, letting you adjust to him. “You feel perfect,” he murmurs against your ear, his breath hot on your neck. “Like you were made for me.”

Your forehead presses against the cold tiles, your body trembling as he begins to move, slow and deliberate at first, before his pace quickens. Each thrust drives you further into the wall,  you couldn’t take it anymore. Your body betrayed you once again, tightening uncontrollably around him as another climax ripped through you. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as the intensity of it caused your muscles to involuntarily push him out slightly. But Toji was relentless.

With a dark chuckle, he grabbed your hips and thrust back into you in one smooth, forceful motion, filling you completely again. “Oh no, sweetheart,” he growled, his voice rough and laced with possessive hunger. “You’re not getting away that easy.”

His pace quickened, each thrust harder and faster than the last, leaving you breathless. The air rushed from your lungs with every snap of his hips, your body arching instinctively to meet him despite the overwhelming sensations.

“I’m gonna fill this tight little pussy to the brim with my cum,” he groaned, his grip on your hips tightening as he drove deeper, his words a promise that sent a shiver through your entire body. “You’ll feel me for days.”

The relentless rhythm, his deep voice, and the primal intensity in his movements left you completely undone, your mind swimming as he claimed you with every powerful thrust.

relentless rhythm making it impossible to think, to breathe, to do anything but feel.

Toji's movements grew erratic, his grip on your hips tightening to the point of bruising as he drove himself into you with unrelenting force. The sound of his ragged breathing and low groans filled the steamy air, his body pressing you firmly against the cold tiles.

With one final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, holding you in place as he reached his peak. A guttural groan escaped his lips as he spilled himself inside you, the warmth of his release spreading deep within your core. The sensation sent a shiver through you, your body trembling as you felt every pulse of his release.

Toji didn’t move immediately, his broad chest pressed against your back as he caught his breath, the weight of him grounding you in the aftermath of what just happened. His fingers traced lazily over your skin, a smug chuckle escaping him as he finally spoke, his voice thick and husky.

“Now you really are mine,” he murmured, his words dripping with satisfaction and finality, leaving no doubt in your mind that this was far from over.

Tears streamed down your face as Toji slowly pulled out of you, leaving you trembling and vulnerable. The warmth of his release dripped from your core, the sensation making you shudder. Without hesitation, he reached down, his thumb brushing against folds before pushing his release back inside you.

His other hand moved to your jaw, gripping it firmly but not harshly, tilting your face toward his. His eyes, dark and piercing, locked onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. “Now,” he said, his voice steady and commanding, “tell me you’ll marry me.”

Before you could gather your thoughts, his lips crashed against yours, claiming you in a kiss that left no room for resistance. It was forceful but not cruel, a mixture of dominance and something softer, something possessive yet oddly tender. When he pulled back, his gaze softened just slightly, waiting for your response.

You swallowed hard, your voice trembling but clear as you spoke. “I’ll marry you, Toji.”

A satisfied smirk spread across his face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he leaned in close. “Good girl,” he murmured, his tone dripping with triumph. “You won’t regret it.”

Despite the storm of emotions raging inside you, there was no denying that you were bound to him now—in more ways than one.

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[darqx]

On the plus side, nothing has replied to me yet, which I am taking as a win.

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Crazy issues that come up when a character is written a little too well

[psychiatricwarfare]

i wish i could know everything. like, sure, it might break my brain but im just so curious about everything and how everything works down to mircoscopic and macroscopic levels. i want to know the history of every culture, every historical figure, every poet, everyone whos ever made a footprint in the sand. i want to understand the combination of chemicals and electric pulses throughout a brain that make up what a consciousness is and what it means to be a self aware animal. i want to dive into a black hole and come back unscathed. i want to die and come back. i want to feel everything and learn everything there is to possibly know. i want to understand the secrets of the universe and i will never have enough time. i will never be able to know absolutely everything and it kills me. i just want to understand

[elisedonut]

idk what it is about Perclin that makes me crave those

Like

hopeful "Promise?"

"Promise."

Type conversions but it seems to not matter what scenario I'm thinking about for them they're having that sort of conversation at some point

[shiftingexpanse]

DREAM DRAGON OBTAINED. IT'S A NOTN MIRACLE???

[fitzselfships]

Wow I love waking up and my brain immediately attacking me with Zooble wouldn't love you /Heavy sarcasm

[hoybero]

i think i need a switch in my brain to turn off thoughts about dracula(specifically renfield) because if i start thinking about it my brain literally recounts every single bit of information i know like im going through a wikipedia page and it WILL NOT STOP. no matter what. renfield i love you but GO AWAY IM TRYING TO SLEEEEEPPPPP

[silverselfshippingchaos]

I had a dream where a 3rd J.udgment game was announced and M.ine showed up for one split second in the reveal trailer with this super hot evil smirk on his face and Twitter was going batshit crazy over it

Then I woke up and got really disappointed

[goblin-enjoyer]

I swear why are half the things i like/fandoms im in made of mostly younger people while the other half are mostly older people? what are the zoggin odds with that?

How it feels being 20 in a fandom with a bunch of 30-40 somethings.

VS how it feels being 20 in a fandom with a bunch of 14-17 somethings.

like am do i just have extremely odd luck with things i like or is this just what being 20 is like?

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[starryeyesmasc]

me when it’s the week before my period: