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white collared ✮ s. winchester

summary: you can't stop staring at sam in his priest getup

pairings: established sam winchester x reader, sam winchester gn afab! reader

word count: 1.1K

warnings: no use of 'y/n', no mention of pronouns besides a "good girl", cursing, making out, sam in the priest outfit (yes thats a warning), dean being a menace as per usual, implied smut, kinda edited

a/n: got inspired from a edit of priest sam i saw on my feed and i wrote most of this in class and then in the library, so enjoy :p

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𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

YOU WERE STARING. Scratch that. You were practically devouring Sam with your eyes as he came out of the motel bathroom, adjusting the clerical collar that was around his neck.

Your eyes followed Sam as he bustled around the motel room, barely registering that Dean had gone into the bathroom to change himself. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Sam, your mouth feeling dry as you swallowed thickly, trying to pull your gaze away from the taller Winchester. 

Christ almighty, how could someone look so good in a priest outfit?

You thought to yourself as Sam sat down at the table near the kitchenette in the room. Your eyes trailed up and down Sam’s broad figure from your spot on the bed. The black slacks were tight around his thighs, and you could only imagine how good his ass looked in those pants. 

The white clerical collar was starch white, contrasting the tanned skin at the hollow of Sam's throat. You bit your bottom lip as you saw Sam’s dexterous fingers pull at the collar, adjusting it before your eyes followed his hand as it fell back onto his thigh. 

A low chuckle coming from the man you were staring at snapped you out of your stupor, and you met Sam’s hazel eyes, filled with amusement. You could recognize the familiar look of desire that lingered in the greens and golds that colored his gaze. 

Sam’s plush lips were pulled into a sly smirk as he shook his head, a piece of his hair falling in his face as he did. “See something you like?” He asked, his tone teasing. 

You felt your cheeks fill with heat at being caught staring at Sam. But you tried playing it off, rolling your eyes as you sat up, making your way to the table he was sitting at, and resting your hip against the edge of it, looking to your left at him. Sam had to tilt his head up a bit to meet your eyes. 

It’s unfair how his height barely changes when he sits down. 

“Maybe I do.” You let your eyes trail over Sam’s body again before meeting his gaze again. 

Sam’s lips twitched before slowly rising in his seat, the chair scraping against the carpeted floor, and he leaned forward, his hands resting on the table as his face got closer to yours. Now, you had to crane your head back to make contact with his eyes. 

“This is doing something for you isn’t it?” He questioned, Sam’s head tilted slightly as the sly smirk turned into a grin. The white of his teeth almost distracted you from the devilish expression on his face as his eyes darkened and his tongue peaked out to wet his bottom lip. 

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to resist the urge to clench your thighs together at the lust filling his eyes as he stared at you, feeling heat pool in your core. 

“Unfortunately.” You grumbled as you broke the eye contact the two of you were sharing as you crossed your arms over your chest. 

You heard another chuckle escape Sam’s lips. You listened to some shuffling and felt one of his fingers push your jaw to look at him. Sam was standing in front of you as he took your chin in between his index finger and thumb. His lips stretched into a lewd smirk as he leaned closer to you, his cologne filling your senses as you felt his breath fan over your face. 

“Who knew that you have a thing for priests?” 

You uncrossed your arms and scoffed at him before hooking your fingers into the belt loops of his pants, pulling him closer to you. “I have a thing for you in this getup, not the other way around.” You clarified, your lips pulling into a half-smirk. 

Sam raised an eyebrow at you. “You sure?” 

“Shut up, you know how gorgeous you are.” You rolled your eyes at him. “It’s honestly unfair how good you look in anything.” 

Sam huffed a laugh through his nose. “Mhm, sure.” He rubbed his nose against yours before capturing your lips between his, pulling you into a fiery kiss, his tongue invading your mouth. You let out a low moan as you pulled him closer to you and felt his bulge grind against you. 

Sam always had this hold on you every time he placed his lips on yours. The only thing that was on your mind was always Sam. It was like there was a giant neon sign that flashed his name every time he touched you. 

Suddenly, Sam pulled himself away from you. What you didn’t realize as Sam was making out with you was that Dean had finished changing into his own priest getup and stepped out of the bathroom.

You heard him clear his throat, and you looked over at Dean. Though you would never admit it out loud or to anyone ever, Dean looked as good as Sam did in the white collar (but you had a bias towards your boyfriend because, well, he's your boyfriend).

Dean raised an eyebrow at the two of you. “You two done defiling each other?” 

“Shut up.” Sam shot a scowl at Dean's smirking face.  

“Nope." Dean said, popping the 'p' obnoxiously. "Next time don’t make out in the same room as me.” He came over to the table and smacked his hand onto Sam’s shoulder before brushing past him and left the motel room. 

You let out a small laugh as Sam’s face twisted into his bitch face before sighing. But a smile slowly appeared on his face at the sound of your laugh. 

He turned around to face you again and cupped your cheek. You looked at him with a smile. His smile got wider before he placed a soft kiss against your lips. Sam pulled away, letting his forehead rest against yours. 

“You should probably get another room before we get back.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Why?” 

The edges of Sam's' lips threatened to curl up before his face became serious.

"Because I have plans for you and I don't want to share this room with Dean."

"Oh?" A smirk grew on your face. "What kind of plans?" You asked coyly.

Sam let out a soft laugh before pulling back and cupping your face with his warm hand, his thumb stroking the apple of your cheek softly.

"The kind of plans that require you to be on your knees repenting and confessing all the naughty thoughts that your mind conjured up about me ever since I came out of the bathroom."

The heat in your core grew brighter as you clenched your thighs together at the low rumble of Sam’s voice. 

“You understand?” You nodded dumbly at his words, and Sam pecked your lips. 

“Good girl.” Sam sent you another smirk before letting his hand fall from your face and exiting the room. 

You swallowed thickly as you stood frozen in your spot. “Well, fuck me.” You breathed out before leaving the room and getting another, just like Sam asked. 

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[sillygoosealert]

hiii🌚🌚 you should totally make a little thing where we’re running from danny during a trial and get stuck in a window while trying to vault and yk.. he fucks us from behind and it’s like a “help me step bro i’m stuck🥺” kinda position yk HEHEHE 😈😈😈

Sorry i fell off the face of the earth for a few days i had to like idk reset myself ☆(≧∀≦*)ﾉ

Never say step bro I'm stuck again I'm not even joking I'll block you, Stinky

Danny Johnson NSFW, raw, has no aftercare, and a little plot but mainly smut, he’s MEAN (cannon bc because he murders people), um actually he's also COCKY (cannon bc he kills people), and he calls you piggy ( cannon because he likes horror and that is a black Christmas reference) knife stuff

Fog whisps around you as you are forced into another trial. Another day another round. Is it day, or is it night? You may never find the answer.

The entity is cruel in your clothing, a skirt to your mid-thigh, and a button down. Nothing to keep in the warmth. Nothing to hide you from the reality that is the cold red forest.

You think your teammates must all be together- not including you, because a generator is done at lightning speed. Then you hear guttural screams, plural, also at lightning speed. Maybe you shouldn't get them, you'll too just die. Survival of the fittest. They won't remember the trial if you let them die, it's like they have a reset- or something.

You're crouching, lurking, and waiting. Not for long, as The Ghostface jumps out at you.

‘Boo’

He's snickering and taunting you. Mocking the screams of your now-fallen teammates.

A jungle gym is in sight, if you abuse the window and stun him, perhaps the hatch could be located. Maybe you're too tubby, or maybe because the entity is against you, but the window gets blocked from the top halfway through. You do not make it, you are stuck.

He’s snorting and making animal noises behind you.

‘What’s the entity feeding you that you can’t get through the windows?’

‘Oh, it’s blocked.’

He grabs your thighs and tries to pull you out. However, his pullout game must be weak as you do not budge.

He keeps his hands on your thighs as he whistles.

‘Can you not get out?’

‘No?’

‘Does this happen a lot?’

‘First time actually’

You're shivering, it's too much. He's too casual about it.

‘I could cut you in half and play magician, that would be rather amusing ’

‘Please don't’

‘Do you have something else in mind, piggy?’

Nothing. Actually, you're crying a little, but you don't say anything.

He starts to coo and awe at your noises, rubbing and kneading your ass.

He goes around to your other side and pulls out his camera. You’re a mess. Wiping away tears from your cheeks and eyes.

‘That's it. Perfect. That's the picture I'll keep of you.’

He’s taking a couple photo’s. More than needed. Maybe he likes it when you cry, the glossy kind of look.

‘Just me and you babe, whatever will we do?’

He snaps the band on your panties. You just realize nothing is left to his imagination from where he is now standing again.

‘Are you scared?’

‘A little’

There isn't any reason to tell the truth or lie to him. But you think he likes it when you're scared, something kinky.

The cold plastic of his mask is pressed into your ass. He's sniffing you..?

You can feel the squeeze of his hands on your thighs, groaning into them.

He takes off the mask, not that you can him. But the feel of his warm tongue is enough to assume he took it off.

But that's not the only thing to come off, as he slips off your panties as well.

Spreading open your folds, you can hear the shudder of the camera as he takes pictures of your pussy.

You know it's wet, it was dripping on your underwear. What lewd photos he now will have. Blackmail material?

He begins sucking on your clit, shoving his face into you.

Messy, unplanned, and purely out of want.

That's not how Danny usually went. Besides all the times he did things out of rage, like the laser tag incident..

After he's mixed his spit into your cunt, he's ready.

Pulling up his cloak and pulling down his pants, he stares at you.

You're pretty. And you have a nice ass.

Maybe you would make a good girlfriend, maybe.

But he just wants to fuck you right now, really hard

He pumps himself before sliding in.

He's thick, but also kinda lean?

You're shaking again, this is much too abrupt for you

Pinching your leg, he pulls out his blade.

‘A little blood never hurt anyone, right?’

He starts to cut into your thigh. His thrust growing more erotic

Putting the knife away, he smacks the place he just sliced up

Yelping, you start to cry, again.

‘I like that- you crying. Sob for me’

‘You're doing good, do you like merely laying there as you get violated? This could happen to anyone, whore or not. Does that scare you?’

A rhetorical question, he just wants you to cry while he scratches your bleeding leg.

He starts to rub your clit, whipping his knife out again.

‘Where do you want me to put my signature?’

‘It hurts- stop, please..’

Caving GF into your back is a blur to both of you, as he is still occasionally slapping your body around while thrusting considerably too hard

He pulls out and cums all over your wounds, covering them slightly in semen.

‘People would be shaking if they saw this. Are you shaking because of me?’

You didn't even realize you weren't stuck anymore. Only after you fell backward you realized.

‘I'm going to let you go back. But I want you to tell them what I did to you- scare them. Let them know they are not safe from me.’

‘Okay, I promise, I'll tell them’

He picks you up and walks around with you clinging to him.

When you are near the hatch, he puts you down.

‘A picture- for you, to keep’

He's sitting with you on the ground, keeping you in his lap. Putting his face right next to yours- actually, you don't remember when he put the mask back on. You didn't get to see his face.

The light hurts, but he gives you a little polaroid with the two of you face to face, cheek to cheek.

It would be cute if he didn't just cut up your legs

Tucking the photo into your bra, he drops you into the hatch. How kind of him.

He waves goodbye, you do not wave back.

It wasn't bad, it was just a lot. Rushed? Scary? Harmful?

Kinda hot, but you really hope he doesn't keep those photos. For blackmail reasons..

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[spideysquake]

“good answer” - p.p

summary: peter is scared to love as much as he does, but sometimes you have to do the thing that scares you. [i got the idea/inspiration from ‘banyan tree – interlude’ by machine gun kelly, even though that guy kinda sucks and his music is generally pretty mid]

word count: 1k words

warnings: cursing, i genuinely cannot tell if this is angst or fluff and i’m okay with that, this can be imagined as any iteration of peter bc i know everyone has their favorites

a song on the side: banyan tree – interlude by machine gun kelly

“You know, I would do pretty much anything for you.”

You were sprawled out on Peter’s dark blue comforter, your head resting against his thigh and your feet dangling off the edge of the bed. The sky was beautiful and gloomy and there was a good chance that it was going to rain – the kind of rain that makes you want to light a candle and dig out the heavy blankets from the back of your closet. It had been about twenty minutes since either of you had said anything – Peter had been almost positive you were asleep until your words broke the silence in his tiny, dusty apartment.

“What do you mean?” Everything you did was vital to Peter. Everything you loved, he wanted to love. Everything you craved, he wanted to give you. Everything you thought and felt and said, he wanted to know and hear and understand. The day would never come when he felt he was too close to you or knew you too well. To know you was to love you, and he was content to spend the rest of his life doing both.

“I mean it. I would do just about anything for you,” you hummed, though you refused to make direct eye contact with your boyfriend. Instead, you traced your fingertip over the set of initials you had inked in Sharpie over the hollow point of his wrist, where the soft skin met the jutting tendon – your initials on his wrist, and his on yours. “Anything you want me to do, I’ll do. Anything you want from me, it’s yours. I’m yours.”

It was the most romantic and terrifying thing Peter had ever heard. If he was just another broke, anxious twenty-something college student, your words would be the greatest thing he’s ever heard. But he’s Spider-Man. And being Spider-Man means constantly putting the people he loves in harm’s way. As long as he had these powers, as long as he used his abilities, you were never really safe. Peter hated that he was putting you in danger, but he couldn’t let you go. He had lost too much. For once in his life, he wanted to be selfish. And he wanted you more than anything.

“I don’t want that, though.” Peter felt like his body was on fire. Whether it was from love or fear, he wasn’t sure. Was there really much of a difference? “I want you to be you. To be free. Don’t just do things for me.” His desperation was clawing at the inside of his chest like he was holding it captive. He was damn sure going to try.

“No, I know.” You were sitting up now. “But that’s what I mean. Like, doing things for you isn’t just doing things for you, you know? It’s also doing things for me. They aren’t really different anymore. Making you happy makes me happy.” You threaded your hand through his overgrown curls, your thumb smoothing back and forth over his freckled cheek. His ears were hidden under small tufts of untamed locks, but he could still feel the tips of them heating up as you gazed lovingly as him. Suddenly, he was overcome by his need to be holding you, to hold your head to his heart and to feel the comfort that came with knowing that you were real, and you were with him, and you weren’t going anywhere.

“What makes me happy is knowing that you’re safe, that you’re on the other side of the phone, waiting to pick up when I call you. What makes me happy is knowing that you are going to live a long and happy and fulfilling life, and that you get to wake up every morning and know that you are loved.” Peter buried his chin into your hair, which he noticed smelled like his minty conditioner. There was a weight behind his eyes, but he refused to cry when the conversation began with an admission of your love. “Even if that means it isn’t with me.”

“Baby, that’s not… That stuff only matters if it’s with you. I don’t want any of that otherwise. I only want a long and happy life if I’m waking up to you every morning. Without you, it’s not a happy life. I’m happy with you.”

Peter was scared. If he’d learned anything in this life, it was that bad things happened to people who loved Peter Parker. He couldn’t be your downfall.

“But Spider-Man… What if you — What if I do something? What if someone bad finds me, or finds out who you are to me? What if I’m the reason you —”

You wiped at Peter’s tear-stained cheeks with your fleecy sleeves, and you pressed your forehead to his – so close that you could the smell the peppermint tea he’d been drinking when you first laid down together.

“Pete, baby… We can’t control any of that shit. Yeah, bad shit is going to happen. And yeah, maybe some of it will happen because you’re Spider-Man. But even if you weren’t, bad things would happen. That’s life, honey. But we can’t run away from the good things because they could end one day. I would rather die knowing that we loved each other as much and as hard as possible than live forever wondering if there was ever something I didn’t say, or a kiss I didn’t give you. If I die knowing exactly what it felt like to love and be loved by Peter Parker, then I did it right.” You pressed your lips to Peter’s forehead, and he wondered what he could’ve possibly done to earn you.

All he could think was that he would spend the rest of his life earning this moment: your hand in his hair, your scent in his sheets, your warm breath against his cheeks, and your heartbeat lined up right next to his in your chests.

His throat felt thick and his voice felt heavy, but he couldn’t let such wonderful words go unanswered.

“And just when did you get so wise about matters of the heart?” Your noses brush and it’s the most glorious millisecond of his life.

“It comes with the territory of being so hopelessly in love with the best guy I’ve ever known.” You beam up at him like you hold the secrets to the universe under your tongue, and it’s all he can do not to go searching for them.

What a wonderful answer.

[rjmartin11]

Sweet Kisses

Pairing: Elvis & black!female!reader

Summary: Candy, a young enslaved woman, learns the art of witchcraft from her mistress, Margaret. Along the way, Candy meets the mysterious Elvis, who appears to be more than what he seems. A vampire with an agenda. Candy and Elvis form an unbreakable bond that proves to be fatal.

Word Count: ???

Warnings: Witchcraft, vampires, blood, murder, magic, hence the witchcraft, talks of slavery, sadness, forbidden love, smut, death.

Material is not suitable for under 18 years of age. View discretion is advised!

Author's Notes: I'm making this special appearance for a limited time. One of my friends (@powerofelvis) wrote this incredible story about the Vampire Elvis, and I always wanted a prequel to it. Sadly, said friend has quit indefinitely. I'm heartbroken over it, and I hope I do it justice. This is one of my favorite stories written in the fandom. If you enjoy this tale, please like, follow, comment, and repost.

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"These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness, and the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore, love moderately." - William Shakespeare: Romeo & Juliet

1692

Candy toils away in the kitchen as dinner soon approaches. She sweats as the heat of the oven has the room sweltering. She's been working all day to make sure the food is prepared to master's liking. The breads baked to perfection. The roast is honey coated. The mash potatoes are fluffy, the greenbeans seasoned, and the cake's sweet. So she hopes.

Candy wipes her brow as sweat pours down her face from the heated stove. She hears a slight rattling on the table and swiftly turns around to look at the table. Everything is in place as it should be. She takes out the roast, placing on the adjacent bar.

The rattling sound happens again. Candy turns just in time to see a teacup falling to the floor. She's too far away from the falling teacup to catch it, so she does the only thing she can. She stretches out her hand, feeling the energy of her power flow through her. She catches the cup in mid-air. She places the cup back on the table with ease and exhales. Her fear subsides, allowing her to relax once more.

"Very good, young one," Margaret says, stepping out of the shadows of the doorway. "You've been practicing."

"Yes, thank you, Mistress," Candy says, bowing her head.

Margaret walks into the hot kitchen, looking at all the food prepared for the evening's dinner. She pauses, not wanting to take another bath.

"Candy, make it cooler in here, now," Margaret orders.

"Yes, Mistress."

Candy faces the three windows that lead to the outside. Slowly, she raises her hands up, opening the windows. Putting her hands slightly together and widening her fingers, Candy quietly conjures the cool night air to cool down the room.

"Very good, Candy."

"Thank you, Mistress," Candy says, placing her hands back in front of her.

"Tonight promises to be a must eventful evening," Margaret says, looking back at Candy.

"Why is that, Mistress?"

"After dinner, when the men smoke their cigars and have their console. The women will have ours," Margaret says.

She lightly lifts up Candy's chin.

"I will announce you as my apprentice. You will join my council of witches. You will be seen as my equal in a circle where there's no favorites. We will be sisters, and you will call me Margaret."

"Yes. Margaret."

Candy knew, as well as any slave, it was forbidden to cross the line of formal and casual with her mistress and master. Yet her mistress is giving her a direct order to call her by her name as if she's an equal. Candy knows her place. She knows what to say in front of Master Abbott. It was beat into her for the last two years of how to act properly as an enslaved woman. Now that her mistress has commissioned her to be a witch, she realizes she must tread softly.

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As the other servants of the Abbott household, Candy has permission to be absent for an hour. She wastes no time, taking a spare pair of clothes with her, and quietly runs through the woods. Slaves don't have the right to wash indoors, but Candy found a private spring a mile away from the Abbott's house.

Running through the woods is almost as good as running through the palms of Barbados. If she closes her eyes, she can almost smell the fresh salt sea air.

When she reaches the spring, she stripes herself away from the chains of slavery for just a moment. Candy places her clothes on the giant oak tree limbs that reach over the water. Without another thought, Candy dives into the lukewarm water, cleasing herself from the Abbotts.

When she comes up for air, she rubs her left shoulder, where her moon shaped birthmark lies. As she washes her hair, Candy sees the figure of a man in the distance. Candy gasps as she back strokes in the water.

"Who are you?!" Candy asks, covering herself with her hands. "What are you doing here?!"

"Who are you?!?" The stranger asks, the bass of his deep voice sends fear to Candy's heart.

"Never you mind!" She shouts, realizing he was a white man she swims back to the shore.

Not caring if he sees her naked body, Candy rings out her wet curls and puts on her clothes.

"You're not a shy one, are ya?!?" He shouts to her.

Candy looks over her shoulder then walks away. She was hoping for a peaceful bath, but she was interrupted by a stranger who could possibly get her into trouble.

"Wait a minute!" He shouts to her.

Candy stops in her tracks, knowing the rules. If a white man, woman, or child asks her to do something, she's supposed to do it without question. Fully dressed, he makes his way in front of her.

"You didn't answer my question," he said.

"W-which question was that, sir?" Candy asks, looking into his eyes.

Something behind his eyes captures her heart. His eyes were as blue as the waters that surrounded her home island. Behind his oceanic eyes lay a rushing wave that spoke to her lonely soul.

"Who are you? You're different. You have fire in you that most slaves would fear to have."

"I'm... Candy."

"What family do you work? Candy?"

"I'm a slave in the Abbott's household," she answers, crossing her arms shrinking away from him.

"The Abbotts... fine company you keep."

"Sir, forgive me. I have to get back to my mistress."

"I never liked the thought of slavery. In fact, it makes me sick to my stomach," he says, lifting her chin. "You're the first servant that's looked me in my eyes since I've been in town."

"Sir, please..."

"Elvis. My name's Elvis, little one."

"Master Elvis..."

"It's just Elvis... Candy."

Candy knew with one breath she could knock him down on his back. But the law would kill her for exposing herself as a witch.

"I have to go... Elvis."

Candy runs past him, heading to the Abbott house. Once back in the house, Margaret escorts her to the ladies' quarters. Inside, about fifteen ladies fill the room, seven of which are black. Light illuminates the quarter as the candles flicker. It sparks that fire Elvis was telling her about earlier.

Margaret and Sarah Barnett bring Candy the coven wine gauntlet.

"Sisters," Margaret starts. "Let us welcome our new sister, Candy, to the coven."

The ladies individually say their hellos and greetings to Candy. Margaret gives Candy the gauntlet of wine and whispers to her instructions on what to say in her induction speech. Candy smiles, taking the gauntlet in her hands.

"I... I drink of my sisters, and I do so entering this unbreakable circle with perfect love and perfect trust. Never putting no one above my sisters and this coven."

Candy raises her glass in a toast and takes a sip. The ladies applaud her, then one by one, kiss her cheeks, welcoming her into the coven. They asked for a small demonstration of her powers. Candy levitates all the candles in the room. This act pleases the coven.

The evening goes on with light wine and conversation. The ladies speak of secrecy and discretion.

"First and foremost, we are to remain quiet about who we are. We also must watch out for vampires," Sarah instructs.

"What are vampires?" Candy asks.

"Our true enemies. They are the enemies of those who produce warm blood in their veins," Sister Miraim squabbles.

Mistress Sarah gently places her hand on top of Miraim's hand, calming her.

"If I may," Sister Beth commented. Beth was the slave of Lord and Lady Blacksmith. "As Miraim more spiritly put it, vampires are our enemies, yes. But moreover, they are undead creatures that look and speak just like us with minor misconceptions. Other than drinking the blood of the living to survive, they sneak through the shadows of the night like evil spirits. They can't walk in the daylight. The sun is a holy relic that burns their pale skin. They are unholy creatures. If they feed on a witch, they gain ten times more strength and speed."

"Vampires are our enemies, and they will be disdained as such," Candy stated.

As the meeting drew in for a close, Beth pulled Candy aside for a small conversation.

"Just between us, Candy. I'd love it if you joined our small group of enchantress," Beth said.

"Enchantress group?" Candy questioned.

"You must never tell your mistress. All of the enslaved women here are a part of it. They may see us as equals here in this room, but once outside those doors, we are mere slaves yet again," Beth states.

"I know this to be true," Candy acknowledges.

"Do you know of the Well's family?" Beth asks.

Candy shakes her head.

"They were absent tonight, but they have a slave by the name of Renée and she's also from the island of Barbados."

"My cousin? Here in Salem? We were separated during the auction two years ago. I feared I'd never see her again."

"Never say never, Sister Candy. She's a part of our coven. Will you join us at your leisure tomorrow?" Beth asked.

"Yes. I will be there."

The next day, Candy reunites with her beloved cousin, Renée. Seeing Renée brought a great joy to her, she thought she'd never experience again. Candy and Renée reconnected, building a strong bond of blood and magic.

Because of this, Candy pledged her undying loyalty to this secret black coven within a larger coven. Together, they formed the Coven of Black Enchantresses. Reading and writing were outlawed for slaves but the sisters taught each other how to read and write. Margaret secretly tutored Candyin her spear time from the Book of Spell Casters.

Two weeks later...

The churches harvest ball was quickly approaching. The autumn leaves were falling, and the weather started to cool. Candy cleaned the house from top to bottom with the assistance of her cousin, Renée.

"Candy, this harvest ball sounds so exciting," Renée said, striking up a conversation.

"Yes. Too bad slaves can't participate."

"True. Can we just imagine, though?"

Candy looks back at Renée's eager face. So full of hope for things to come. Being that Renée is her younger cousin, Candy obliges her whim of imagining a life better than their current one.

"Let's make a small circle, Candy. We're alone," Renée says, grabbing her hands.

Candy and Renée breathe deeply, chanting small incantations. As the circle forms, they open their eyes to look at one another.

"What are we imagining, Renée?" Candy asks.

"A life without servitude, cousin. A life away from this hell."

"Home..." Candy whispers as she imagines the waves crash against the shore of her home.

"Candy, you are of age. If things were different, you could have on one of those pretty gowns and fall in love tonight."

"That's not in the book for me."

"Imagine. Don't break the circle because of things that may not be. Close your eyes as I conjure you up the perfect night," Renée says.

Candy obeys her cousin and allows her imagination to run as wild as horse on a prairie.

"You have on the most beautiful dress of all the eligible women at the ball. Every eye is on you, but one bachelor catches your eye. Oh my. Candy, he's handsome."

Renée says these words, and those pair of blue eyes come back to her mind. The fine cut jawline exquisitely complements his brood shoulders. He's built like a god of legend. He lips... cover a smile of sharp fangs.

"Elvis!" Candy shouts, breaking the circle. Fear covers Candy's soft features.

"Who's Elvis?" Renée asked.

"I wish I knew," Candy says, taking a breath. "Come, let's finish up. No more imagining for today."

The Harvest Ball

The entire town of Salem, with a few residents from surrounding areas, has come to celebrate. All the lords, ladies, and their children are dressed in their Sunday best. They make conversation, sip on libations, and nibble on snacks as the light hymns play.

Candy was excused from the duties of the event. She quietly watches from the window outside. A part of her wishes she could be in there dancing with a handsome stranger. She wishes she could be the bell of the ball. But no, she would rather go for a swim.

She goes to get Renée, Beth, and Phadrea to go for a swim. Originally, her spring was supposed to be a private place, but she'd not dare keep it from her sisters.

As they walk arm in arm through the quiet town, they hear growling like a pack of wolves have surrounded them.

"Those are vampires," Beth says. "Be ready to defend yourselves, sisters."

The three witches fight with their might. Candy turns to her left and sees a pair of red eyes in the dark. Fear seeps within her veins, and her heart races at the face of this loathsome creature. She takes a deep breath and chants her incantation as dark smoke springs from her hands. She throws her hand up, slamming the vampire hard against the side of a house. He laughs with evil delight as Candy gives herself strength to pick him up and throw him. He hits the ground with a thunderous thud. He looks over at Candy, his demonic eyes glaring back. She's ready for him.

Then Candy hears Renée scream at the top of her lungs. A vampire on top of Renée, ready to sink his into her flesh.

"RENÉE!" She shouts, using her energy to throw the off of her.

The vampire Candy turned her back on, grabbed her neck from behind, throwing her to the ground. He growls, exposing his sharp fangs to her. Candy places her foot in his abdomen, flipping him underneath her. He rips the top part of her dress off her shoulder, showcasing her moon shaped birthmark.

"The cresent moon," he says, looking into Candy's eyes. "Little one?"

Candy backs away from him, holding the top of her dress. He stands and shouts at the other vampires. They all scatter in different directions except for him. He glares at Candy for a moment, revealing his human face.

"Elvis," Candy breathes.

Elvis smiles and races into the darkness of the night. Candy exhales for the first time since the first initial attack.

"Candy?" Renée says, coming to aid. "Are you alright?"

"I... I think so," Candy says.

"We are not safe, sisters," Beth states. "There are vampires in Salem. We must inform the heads of the council."

・ʚ♡ɞ・💋・ʚ♡ɞ・

The next day, Candy cleans the house from top to bottom, trying to get that image of Elvis out of her mind. Ever since the first time they met, Candy knew there was something about him. Something different. She never dreamed it was that he was a vampire.

Candy finds time later in the afternoon to make her way to the spring. When she arrives there, it's as silent the grave. She quietly walks to the edge of the water, bracing herself for the unexpected.

"I hoped you come," Elvis said.

Candy throws him up against the base of the oak tree, holding him there.

"We need to stop meeting like this, Candy."

"Why should I trust you?" Candy asks.

"Because, if I wanted you dead, I would have killed you last night."

"I don't trust you. Vampires are the sworn enemies to witches!"

"We don't have to be. I don't want to hurt you."

"What do you want, Elvis?"

"To live in a world where slavery doesn't exist. A world where vampires and witches are not enemies but live together in harmony. A world where humans don't fear us. We shouldn't have to hide in the shadows."

"That's impossible..."

"Why? Because you were told it couldn't?"

Something in Candy wanted to trust him. She wanted to believe him. She eases her hand down, releasing Elvis from the tree. Elvis slowly walks up to Candy, never looking away from his eyes.

"Sit with me, please," Elvis asks.

"Why would you want to sit with me?"

"I find you beautiful and interesting. I've been waiting for you to come back here and spend time with me."

Elvis offers Candy his hand, and without hesitation, she takes it. Noticing how warm his touch is, her heart rate raises.

"You're so warm," Candy points out.

"Yes."

"And you're out in the sunlight."

"Yes, I am. Those tale tales were created to throw humans off our scent," Elvis admits.

He sits her down in the grassy meadow. For a moment, they stare at one another. Elvis admires her dark curls and honey coated skin. He finds her absolutely breathtaking.

"Where are you from?" Elvis asks her.

"Barbados. I was kidnapped two years ago. My cousin and I. Sent here. Away from my family. Forced into slavery," Candy sighs.

"You miss it."

"Everyday. I miss the palm trees and the sandy beaches and the blue water, my mother," Candy said, reminiscing about a life stolen from her.

A tear falls from her eye. Elvis takes her hand and places a kiss on her knuckles. An energy radiates from his touch to her soul. For the first time in a long time, Candy smiles a true smile.

For the next week, Candy finds a way to spend the afternoon in Elvis' arms. They share stories about their lives. Soon, Candy finds herself falling madly in love with Elvis. He's never far from her thoughts.

"How's about we go for a swim, baby?" Elvis asks.

Candy stands up and strips her dress off, being completely bare in front of Elvis. Elvis analyzes her body carefully. Every curve and every scar.

She runs into the water, diving into the water. When she comes up for air, Elvis has disappeared.

"Elvis? Where are you?" She calls out.

"Here," he whispers in her ear.

She turns to see Elvis behind her. Elvis grabs her face and kisses her lips softly. There's nothing between them at this moment but water. Candy wraps her arms around Elvis as he kisses down her neck to her arm. He kisses her birthmark.

"Oh, Elvis," she cries out.

He stops short and looks at her.

"What's wrong?" Candy asked.

"I want to taste you."

"Will it hurt?"

"Yes, but you'll like. I promise."

"Okay," Candy says, bracing herself.

Elvis kisses her neck then sinks his teeth into her skin. Candy feels a rush as he tastes her blood. Candy sees Elvis' past in quick images. Love. Loss. Death. It makes her want to protect him and guard him from the world. She also feels herself wet as Elvis sips her blood. He pulls back for air and licks her wounds.

"You're pure magic, Candy," he says.

"You're pure love, Elvis," she says, kissing his lips.

Elvis lifts her leg and drives into her with his hardened shaft. She moans at the urgency of it all. Her bud is so sensitive, and she feels so needy for what Elvis can give her. She never truly knew about this connection. The bond among her coven was nothing compared to this. She feels herself expand as he thrusts his cock into her throbbing pussy.

A fire deep within her has ignited and feels like Elvis is casting a spell on her. She grips ahold of him chasing this feeling until finally she bursts. Elvis follows quickly behind her.

"Oh, E. That was spellbinding."

"That was lovemaking, darling."

"Why would you do that?"

"Because I love you, Candy. I'm in love with you," Elvis says, kissing the top of her head.

Thirty minutes later, Elvis takes Candy to his cabin. Their both still pretty wet from swimming, so Candy lights a fire for them. They sit for a while, getting warm from the flames.

Elvis can't help himself. He strips from his wet clothes and asks that Candy do the same. He lays her down in front of the fire and precedes to make love to her once more.

The flame on the inside of Candy scorch her soul as he pushes and pulls in and out of her until once again she cums. They lay in each other's arms for a while until Elvis breaks his silence.

"Marry me, Candy. Be my bride. Let's rule this world as one," Elvis begs.

Candy looks at him. Seeing the seriousness in his eyes melts her heart. She wants nothing more than to be with him.

"What about my sisters?" Candy questions.

"In time, they will come to accept our union. Please, my love. Marry me."

"Yes, I will."

"You will?"

"I will."

They kiss for a moment, and Elvis cuts his arm to unite them both as one.

"Drink. Be one with me. It won't turn you into a vampire. This will make you more powerful than any witch on Earth."

Candy licks his cut from top to bottom. The blood fills her taste buds with a peculiar taste, but the sensation was a delight. She feels stronger somehow. She feels like she has more control over her powers.

Realizing the time, Candy gives Elvis one last kiss goodbye and runs back to town. When she arrives, the coven is all there waiting to her.

"Where have you been?" Margaret asks.

Candy has no words. She can't lie to them, but she can't tell them the truth either.

"Beth," Margaret called. "Make her speak."

Beth stepped forward, placing her palms up and out to Candy.

"Give me your hands, Sister Candy," Berh orders.

Candy hesitates but does as she's asked. She places her hands on top Beth's hands.

Beth sees all that had conspired in Candy's mind. She sees the secrets they have and all of her moments with Elvis. All their private moments.

Beth gasps, pulling away from Candy she slaps her in the face.

"Sisters, she has betrayed us all! She has lied with a vampire, allowed him to drink blood from her veins, and tasted his blood as well!!!"

An unholy gasp spreads across the room.

"Sisters, please. Let me explain," Candy begs, tears falling from her eyes.

Margaret slaps Candy's face, silencing her.

"You have lost all rights to speak!" Margaret shouts.

"I love him."

"You shall burn for your sins against us. Your betrayal has stung us all to the core," Margaret states. "All witches in favor."

"Aye!" Screamed by each witch except for Renée who watches in terror from the back of the room.

For the next few days, Candy remains locked in an upstairs room with little to no food. She cares not for herself but for Elvis. She was supposed to see him at the springs. With little to no way to get to him, Candy falls into despair.

Suddenly, there's a commotion downstairs. Things are being thrown about the rooms, and there's yelling.

Candy has been patient long enough. She blows the door down with one wave of her hand. She runs downstairs and sees Elvis being choked by Margaret. Candy waves her arm and flings Margaret away from him.

"Elvis, darling," Candy runs to him, helping off the floor.

"My love," Elvis says, kissing her lips. "I've come to take you away from this horrible place."

"Traitor!" Margaret yells.

"No! Margaret, I don't want this! Elvis wants to make this world better for us all. He's a great man!"

"Love, she's set in her old ways. No use explaining to her," Elvis says, picking her up in his arms and racing out the door.

For the next week, Elvis trains Candy on fighting and strengthening her powers. Elvis feels a fight coming, and he wants to be prepared. Candy wants Elvis to fight her with all his might because if she could stand against him, she can face anyone.

Elvis knocks Candy down on her back this time. It's hard enough that blood comes from her mouth.

"Did I hurt you, my love?" Elvis asks, stretching out his hand, helping her up.

"Yeah, but I'm tougher than I look, E," she says, giving him a kiss on the lips. "Do you really think I'll be ready to face them? I mean, they taught me everything I know. Before them, I was a slave who couldn't read or write. I own them everything."

"You're ready, and once we defeat them, you'll be my bride, and we will rule this world together. Hell, you're already my bride, Mama!" Elvis says, pulling her close to him. "They will come around. Eventually."

"I'm ready," Candy says.

But she wasn't ready. Two days later, Candy goes to comfort the coven. It was a trap. They tie Candy up, using incantations, they burn her at the stake. She screams and begs them for mercy, but they ignore her.

Elvis witnesses the whole scene unfold. He tries to save her, but his men hold him back as he cries out to her.

"Candy! You can defeat them! You're strong! Don't give up! I LOVE YOU!!! PLEASE!!!" He screams.

Candy sees Elvis trying to get to her, but it's too late. She cries as the flames of hell fire burn her from the inside out. She let's her last words be for Elvis. He hears her whisper.

"I love you," she succumbs to the flames.

Elvis and his clan of vampires are forced to flee away from Salem back into the woods.

A day later, the witch sent Elvis a box. Inside the box is Candy's burnt heart. Elvis hadn't slept all night from heartbreak, and this is what happens.

Elvis loses it and orders his men to attack Salem. His vampires came in droves and ripped Salem apart. Finding every witch they could get their hands on and bleeding them dry.

The Black Enchantresses, led by Renée, fled for their lives out of Salem and from the bonds of slavery. Renée knew the story of Candy and Elvis was to be kept a secret for all time, and so it shall remain.

After his fill of witches' blood, Elvis, heartbroken, carries Candy's lifeless body away. He wraps burial cloth around her body from head to toe. He places her under their special oak, feet away from their pond where they meet mere weeks ago.

Elvis lays her in her resting place gently, placing the box that contains her heart on top of her. He weeps the tears of a widower. For they had only just begun.

As he places fresh water lilies on her grave, a strange feeling comes over him. As if he's not there alone.

"Elvis." A voice of an angel whispers. His angel. His bride.

Elvis turns to see a figure in white standing in the grassy meadow. As his eyes adjust, he realizes he looks upon the face of Candy. Her hair was curly with little flowers, and the sun kissed her skin perfectly.

"Candy?" He breathes.

"Yes," she answers.

"You've come back to me, love?"

"No," she says, a tear trickling down her cheek. "Wait for me."

"How long?" Elvis beeched.

"I don't know."

"It doesn't matter. I'll wait forever for you. I love you."

"I love you, Elvis. Once I return to you. I'll never ever leave you again. Wait for me." Candy sits in the grass as a light fog engulfs her and she vanishes.

Elvis feels sorrow, but in his heart, he knows Candy will return to him. When she does, they will rule the immortal world together. He will wait. No matter how long it takes.

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Sweets For My Sweet by: @powerofelvis (Daisy)

[stargazerdaisy]

HELP. I've got a Chenford fic that I desperately need to re-write/edit into a finished product, but here I am outlining not one but two Twisters fics.

THIS WASN'T THE PLAN. But here we are.

[daisys-silliness]

Safe in your mothers arms

Characters: Mrs. Tweak/Tweek

Lee/Ler(s): Lee!Tweek, Ler!Mrs. Tweak

Summary: Tweek is terrified by the news and thunderstorm outside, luckily his mom is there to help him calm down.

Notes: Hi I haven't written in a long while so I apologize if the quality isn't the greatest. Also this is a tickle fic, please skip by if you do not enjoy fics like these, ty :)

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It was a Saturday in South Park. Not many people were out due to the storm, so most stores were closed because of it. Mrs. Tweak absolutely did not want her son out in that storm either so she decided to keep the store closed.

Tweek sat on the couch. He was already shaking and freaking out because of the loud sounds outside. There was never a storm this loud in South Park before. It was..very frightening to say the least.

Tweek was on edge already, and he decided to look at the news to see how bad everything was. Of course, they were covering how trees were falling over and catching on fire, and how there could be potential deaths from that.

Tweek gasped and began screaming and panicking when he saw this. He threw the remote on the sofa and looked out the window, seeing a tree branch fall over in the road. He began crying as this was too much to take in. Mrs. Tweak heard the commotion and immediately stopped what she was doing to rush into the living room and crouch down in front of Tweek.

Mrs. Tweak: "Honey?! Son..what happened?"

Tweek: "WAAA!! THE TREES!! THEY'RE GONNA FALL ON THE HOUSE AND CATCH FIRE!!"

Mrs. Tweak: "Oh honey..I can assure you that won't happen. There aren't even trees near our house anyway. Nothing will happen to you and I will make sure of it. Come here"

Mrs. Tweak picked up her son and held him close. She rocked him gently as she placed his head on her chest, his ear close to hear her heartbeat. She gently rubbed Tweek's back as she comforted her son.

Tweek slowly started to calm down. He hugged his mom as he let himself be comforted. The feeling was nice...and it was enough to drown out the negative things for the moment. She looked at Tweek and placed a kiss on his forehead.

Mrs. Tweak: "Let’s get you comfortable honey. You can lay in bed and I'll bring you your dinner."

Tweek: "But what..what about if you're in the kitchen and I'm in- oh god!"

Mrs. Tweak: "Do you want me to be in here with you while we eat?"

Tweek nodded. He felt more at ease when someone was with him and he didn't feel alone. He felt this way with anyone close to him, like Craig, Stan's gang (err.. sometimes), Bebe and Wendy, and his mom. Tweek gave his mom another hug before he was set down on his bed. He was noticeably still on edge a little.

Mrs. Tweak: "Are you alright? Do you need anything else?"

Tweek: "I- uh...I don't know. I- ARG! too much pressure thinking!!"

Mrs. Tweak: "Here, I already have something in mind"

Before Tweek could ask, Mrs. Tweak sat down next to him and crept her hands onto Tweek's stomach, wiggling her fingers on his skin. Tweek almost immediately began to giggle and squirm as she started, wiggling around like a worm. She began to explore her tickling fingers up to his ribs and armpits, causing Tweek to shriek and try to bat at her hands.

Tweek: "Mohohom!!! No!! Not therehehe!!!"

Mrs. Tweak: "Why not? You look like your having fun"

She removed her hands from his shirt and took a gentle hold of his ankle, lightly swiping her nails across the bottom of his foot. Tweek snorted and laughed more, trying to wiggle out. He curled his toes down and kept trying to pull away as he laughed from the tickly sensation.

Mrs. Tweak then flew her hands back to Tweek's stomach, letting her fingers dance around the sensitive skin. Tweek's legs began kicking as he wiggled around, he was definitely having fun and he felt a lot better. After a bit, Mrs. Tweek stopped when she noticed Tweek doing the "that's enough" wave.

She smiled and picked up Tweek, hugging her son, and Tweek hugged back. A smile on his face was now present as the tickles helped him and his mood. Suddenly Tweek felt himself being slightly raised. He was confused and was about to question, but was interrupted by the feeling of a raspberry on his stomach.

Tweek shrieked and cackled, slightly covering his face in embarrassment. She gave him a few more raspberries on his bellybutton, sending Tweek into a series of snorty high-pitched giggles. She set him down on the bed after that, and he was still a giggling mess. Mrs. Tweak slightly giggled herself.

Mrs. Tweak: "I love you, Tweek"

Tweek, still through giggles: "I-I love you too, mom"

Mrs. Tweak: "I'm going to be in the kitchen, just come down if you need anything, alright?"

Tweek nodded and watched his mom leave the room. He covered his face in deep embarrassment from the surprise raspberries, but he wasn't really complaining. While he waited for his mom, he messed around with his legos a bit. He made a 2d "image" of himself, Craig, and Stripe..oh yeah he was definitely keeping that.

Occasionally, Tweek went downstairs to talk with his mom and just be with her in the kitchen. Once dinner was done, they headed to Tweek's room and ate while chatting. Tweek told her about all the silly shenanigans that happens in the coffee shop with Kenny and the goths when his mom isn't present in the front.

After dinner, Tweek got ready to head to bed. He felt uneasy sleeping alone with the storm still active..so he quietly snuck in his mom's room when she was about to sleep. She really didn't question why Tweek was doing what he was, and let him sleep in her bed. It was a better day for Tweek, safe in his mom's arms.

[elenarodriiguez]

soft like silk chiffon | e.m. & s.h.

summary: a one night stand could destroy most friendships. thankfully stevie harrington and eddie munson aren't most people.

pairing: steve harrington x eddie munson

cw: nsfw, lesbian steddie, transfeminine steve harrington, 18+ content

word count: 2086

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Waking up with Stevie Harrington’s arms wrapped around her, the brunette’s warmth caressing her back and threatening to burn Eddie alive, was a mistake. A glorious, unforgettable, better than anything she had ever dreamed of, wonderful kind of mistake.

“Morning,” Stevie whispered into Eddie’s ear, as if she didn’t want to dare to break the early morning silence of Eddie’s miniscule shithole of an apartment.

“Mmgh.” Eddie responded in all of her songwriter glory.

Surprisingly, Stevie didn’t bother trying to engage any further with Eddie, having known the girl long enough to know that trying to communicate with her before caffeine was a futile mission to take on. Instead, she pulled herself off of Eddie, climbing out of the bed they’d tumbled into the night before, and soon enough Eddie heard her footsteps padding away from the room.

Staring up at her ceiling, Eddie began to compose a prayer to whatever Goddesses were listening into her wavelength at that particular moment in time. It was pretty standard stuff: make sure Wayne stayed in good health until vampirism becomes a thing, give shitheels like Billy and Jason from high school all of the karmic retribution they deserve, ensure that she hadn’t fucked up everything by sleeping with her best friend (who had been the centre of her affections for years now). All of the usual things.

In the midst of the greatest catastrophizing spiral that the world had ever witnessed, Eddie half considered getting dressed and pleading with Stevie to not renounce her and their friendship. However before she could fully get herself dressed, grabbing the only clean pair of boxers that had been unceremoniously stuffed into her nightstand and pointedly ignoring the love heart pattern emblazoned on the fabric, Stevie hip checks the bedroom door, brandishing a mug of coffee and a large tumbler that Eddie would bet her left tit on was full of the caramel iced latte Eddie refused to drink in front of most people.

“Oh my god, I’m in love. How’d you feel about a spring wedding?”

“Not a fall one?” Stevie teased, passing the coffee into Eddie’s grabby hands. “I’d have thought that Halloween wedding shit would be right up your alley.”

Eddie mulled over her response for a moment, taking a long drag of her sugary caffeine as sirens went off in her mind. She oscillated between answering honestly and risking getting heartbroken, or carrying on joking and also risking getting heartbroken.

“It would be, but spring weddings means flower crowns and you wearing yellow because it’s the ‘right time of year for it’. Halloween could never compare to seeing a literal goddess in human form.”

“Eddie, you can’t just say those things!” Stevie exclaimed, her gaze now firmly focused on the mug of coffee warming her hands up.

“Why not? It’s all true.”

There it was, out in the open. For want of a better metaphor, the ball was quite literally in Stevie’s court now. While she waited for Stevie to process, because she always needed time to process even if she wouldn’t dare to verbalise the fact, she sat herself upright on the bed, leaving space for Stevie to sit down should she wish to. Eddie tried to stop her mind from falling into a sinkhole, putting her coffee on the nightstand and fidgeting with her hair until it was in an acceptably messy ponytail.

Once she could no longer hide behind her mane of hers, Eddie turned to look at Stevie, properly looking at her for the first time that morning, and awestruck couldn’t come close to being an accurate descriptor. Here was Stevie, her Stevie, cute little preppy Stevie, wearing the muscle tee Eddie had worn to the club the night before, and some love heart adorned, pretty pink panties. And her eyes, god her eyes were ablaze with want, intensity rolling off of the brunette in tsunami sized waves.

As Eddie went to ask her about her thoughts, Stevie knelt over her, coffee cup now nowhere to be seen, and dipped her head down to kiss her. Even though they had kissed numerous times the night before, nothing could have compared to the way Eddie felt when their lips collided. Her body didn’t even give her brain the chance to flail around, as Eddie’s arms shot around Stevie’s waist, nails digging into her hips, garnering the most beautiful gasps and hisses as Eddie caught hold of some of the bruises she’d left on them the night before.

Pulling away from Stevie’s lips was painful, but the sight of Stevie kneeling above her soothed all of the ache away, especially when Stevie let out an embarrassed squeak and nuzzled herself into the crook of Eddie’s neck. The feeling of soft puffs of air on Eddie’s sensitive skin was almost enough to lull her back to sleep, but she resisted, if for nothing else than to savour this moment.

“So, I take it that means you’re keeping your calendar open for that wedding, huh?”

“Eddie.” Stevie said. “There is no one else in the world I’d rather marry. But how about we try a date or two before we send out Save The Dates?”

“I mean, I guess I could manage that.”

Without giving Stevie any warning, Eddie pressed a kiss to the tip of the other girl’s nose before tugging her down so that all of her weight settled on Eddie. She tensed up on instinct, sucking her stomach in for a moment, at least until Eddie poked her in the side and scowled at her for trying to make herself smaller, when she was already Eddie’s perfect woman. 

“Sorry, habit.”

“No need to apologise. Just remember that I would happily suffocate to death between your thighs, under your ass, between your tits. Anywhere really, you’re perfect and I would be happy to die if it meant I was with you.”

Stevie smiled at her, but Eddie could tell that she didn’t necessarily believe her entirely. Rolling the pair of them over, Eddie began pressing open mouthed kisses onto every square inch of skin that was visible, enjoying the way Stevie shivered under the attention. Eddie slowly worked her way down Stevie’s body, delighting when Stevie squeaked as Eddie bit the sensitive scar under her tit, that the stretched out muscle tee revealed for Eddie, only Eddie, to see. 

“You’re wearing my shirt. That’s so fucking hot.” Eddie said, her chest heaving as she tried to stay level-headed with this masterpiece before her.

“Eddie, stop.” Stevie whined out, wriggling under Eddie’s ministrations.

“You are so goddamn hot.” 

Every word was punctuated with a kiss, the final one crashing onto Stevie’s lips, Eddie biting her lower lip before pulling away with it still between her teeth.

“Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?”

Reaching her hand under the tee, she chuckled breathily when Stevie let out a whimper as the sharp coolness of Eddie’s rings brushed against her olive skin, her nimble fingers reaching to tease Stevie’s sensitive nipples.

“I think that I’ll do this.”

Splaying her other hand over the soft, smooth expanse of Stevie’s belly, Eddie kept her attention focused on Stevie’s nipples, every moan that tumbled from the brunette’s lips incentivising her further. When her moans turned into pleas for Eddie to do more, Eddie let her hand drift lower, hovering over the pink panties that were now damp enough that they had started to turn see-through.

“On or off?”

“Off, please Eddie, I need you to touch me, please Eddie!”

“Well, if a goddess begs me, who am I to deny her?”

Eddie toyed with the idea of pulling the panties off with her teeth, but the horror that consumed her at the thought of clumsily biting Stevie in doing so deterred her entirely. Instead, she tugged them down Stevie’s long legs, pressing kisses and nibbling at the soft skin as she reached the crevice where Stevie’s hip and thigh met. 

“Where am I touching you then sweetheart?”

Canting her hips up towards Eddie’s nimble fingers, which drifted over her body, Stevie begged Eddie to just touch her, making the tattooed woman tsk in response.

“Now, now, darling. I asked you where am I touching you, and I expect an answer.”

“My hole, please, please, I need it. I need you.”

Now with a goal in mind, Eddie was a woman on a mission, desperate to make her partner come. She spread Stevie’s legs for her, bypassing her front genitals to leave a feather light kiss on her perineum before focusing on her hole. Eddie fumbled for the pack of baby wipes and lube that they had thrown on the floor hours prior, quickly but gently wiping Stevie before lubing up her fingers and pushing the tip of her thumb into Stevie’s hole.

Her reaction was instantaneous, a loud moan tumbling from her lips, a pink flush slowly descending down her chest as she panted out Eddie’s name. Grinning up at her, Eddie slowly pulled her thumb out, replacing it with a finger, beaming when Stevie jolted at the sensation of cold metal against the rim of her hole. 

Eddie revelled in the feeling of having so much power over Stevie at that moment, knowing that her pleasure was in her hands, and boy was it a heady feeling. She was slow to set a rhythm, wanting Stevie to get used to the sensation while also allowing herself the time to get reacquainted with Stevie’s prostate. But when she found it, God did Stevie deliver in her response.

Her back arched up off of the bed, her moans echoing in the tiny apartment, her eyes brimming with tears of pleasure as she pleaded with Eddie to touch it again. And ever so happy to oblige her now-girlfriend, Eddie did as she was asked. She brushed her fingertip against it once more, pressing kisses to the skin her bunched-up tee was revealing at Stevie’s every movement. 

As she went to add another finger, Stevie begged for Eddie to come and kiss her, and weak to the doe eyes that Stevie was wielding, she complied, more than happy to kiss her girlfriend until she was breathless. Feeling Stevie’s hole pulse around her fingers set Eddie alight, and she would have happily done this for the rest of her life, so long as she got to hear Stevie’s moans of joy and pleasure on repeat. 

Pumping her fingers into Stevie’s hole, brushing against her prostate every few strokes, not quite maintaining a pattern consistent enough for her to predict, Eddie watched as Stevie fell apart entirely. She began tugging at her nipples through the tee, hissing when her twisting them coincided with Eddie brushing past her prostate, and yet she refused to let go of them, begging Eddie to do something more to make her cum. 

In the end, Eddie pushed Stevie’s hands away from her tits, telling the brunette to come as Eddie roughly thrusted a third finger into her hole while tugging at her nipple with her teeth. Stevie’s squeals reverberated through the apartment, her face deserving to be immortalised for all of the world to truly witness her beauty, although it was the soft whimper that the girl let out as Eddie pulled her fingers out which truly deserved to be commemorated, as Eddie knew her mind would never allow her to forget it.

Smoothing her hair off of her face, Eddie pecked Stevie on the forehead before speeding off to the bathroom, promising to be back in a moment. Dampening a washcloth, she wiped Stevie down, leaving gentle kisses all over her sensitive body while she tried to snuggle into Eddie. Eventually deciding to give up when Stevie began huffing at her, Eddie threw the washcloth into the laundry hamper, pulling her own come covered tee off of Stevie and throwing that in there also.

“Want me to grab you a sweater or something?” Eddie asked, allowing Stevie to tug her onto the bed and arranging them so that she was curled around Eddie once again.

“No, I’m okay, thanks. Want me to do anything for you?”

“Not right now, honey. I just want to go to sleep right about now, so long as that’s something you’re amenable to.”

Stevie hummed softly, the vibrations settling on the back of Eddie’s neck, and they soon both drifted off as the world began to wake up, with snapshots of bright yellow flower crowns, ball gowns, and love songs dancing through their dreams.

[daisydeacks]

Run. 

You are asked to help the Papas and Cardinal summon a new ghoul. The plan quickly falls apart.

find Ao3 Here

Pairing

- Mainly Cirrus/f!Reader, other relations mentioned/implied

Warnings

: violence, non-con elements/attempted sexual assault, depictions of injuries, vaginal fingering (consented)

Ficlet is part of ongoing series “Ghouls’ Sister of Sin”

Run. That’s all your mind could scream as your chest burned, your legs carrying you through the dark forest near the Abbey, hands tangled in your habit's skirt so your feet could continue on unobstructed. You hoped you were going the right direction but if you were completely honest with yourself, you were lost. Completely and utterly turned around. After a few more minutes of running you slid to a stop and hid behind a rather large tree, chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. Your head fell back against the rough bark, eyes falling shut as you tried to focus on breathing quietly through your nose. You had been asked to join the Papas and Cardinal Copia for a ritual to summon a new Ghoul (“or hopefully a Ghoulette, we could use another backup vocal” Terzo had mentioned chipperly) since you help tend to the ghouls at the ministry or while on tour.

“Your presence will help calm it, Sister.” The Cardinal had been outside of your door an hour earlier along with the large Earth Ghoul, Mountain. His arms were full with ritual books and ingredients. “I also grabbed Mountain. I, ah,” the man glanced up at the quiet being before looking back towards you, “he is also calming. And could talk to them, I suppose. But I figured since you are with the ghouls most of each day…”

You silently cursed yourself for letting the man drag you out here. Not that you could have said no, you would have been reprimanded if you had. Your breathing finally returned to a semi-normal pace and you opened your eyes, content you were probably silent enough to not draw attention to yourself.

Glowing yellow eyes stared at you from a hundred or so feet away. A chill ran through you, goosebumps raising along your body- apparently you weren’t quiet enough. They were not the eyes of your ghouls you knew and trusted, no, it was the one you were running from- the feral one. Your mind screamed again, involuntary tears starting to burn at your eyes as panic rose in your chest. Suddenly the being started to run towards you, silhouette now easy to make out in the dark.

A sound between a scream and a sob left you as you took off once again only for your escape to be short lived. The feral Ghoul quickly tackled you to the forest floor with a snarl, another scream tearing itself from your throat before the breath was knocked out of you as you hit the ground. You kicked at the Ghoul now on your back the best you could, panicked noises leaving you as sobs started to wrack your body. The being only growled and chittered in response before sharp nails dug themselves into you at the base of your neck and pushed you down into the cold ground below, claws now easily tearing at your habit with their other hand. You shook uncontrollably, tears burning as you tried to think of how to get out of this situation- if you even could.

The Ghoul leaned over you, his chest pressed against your back as hot breath panted against your neck. Another whimpered sob left you as you clenched your eyes shut, clawed fingers now gripping your bare hip tightly, blood easily rising to the surface of your skin and dripping down as he pressed his nails in deeper.

You were starting to accept your fate when the Ghoul was torn off of you, accompanied by the sound of a deeper snarl, one that you recognized. You quickly scrambled to your hands and knees, crawling away as quickly as you could. It sounded almost as if wolves were fighting, except it had been mixed with the chittering of the ghoul’s native tongue. You screamed and thrashed as you were grabbed and hefted off the ground before you were pulled against a clothed chest, long arms holding you securely.

You heard Mountain’s low growl again, the sound vibrating through you as the Earth Ghoul’s grip on you tightened. The feral Ghoul snarled and chittered back, tail thrashing as it stared at you and Mountain. You could tell Mountain was hesitating before he hissed sharply at the Ghoul, his head bending down closer to your shoulder. His breath stuttered before he bit you at the base of your neck, a whimpered yelp leaving you as you grabbed at his arms that still held you against him, blood starting to smear and drip on your shoulder as he bit down harder. The feral Ghoul stared for a few moments before hissing, glowing eyes flashing angrily before they took off back into the surrounding forest.

Mountain sighed against you a second later and pulled away from your neck, forked tongue lapping at the wound carefully. You shook in his grasp as tears streamed down your cheeks, your hold on his arms still tight. A grumbled sound left his chest, his nose nuzzling against your neck near your ear and jaw. You could feel his horns rubbing against the side of your head- he was no longer wearing his mask. After a moment he pulled away enough to turn you around, glowing green eyes looking you over with concern.

You finally looked down at yourself, a grimace crossing your face at your current state. Your skirt was torn to shreds and you were covered in mud, knees skinned and bleeding. Your sleeves and neckline were shredded as well, your shoulders and neck exposed. You looked back up at Mountain as you started to shake again, the Ghoul’s eyebrows knitting together before he leaned down. He picked you up almost like when you would lift a child, his hands resting under your thighs and coaxing your legs to wrap around him best they could. You hung your arms around his neck before burying your face into his torn shirt as you attempted to hold back the sobs that kept threatening to wrack your body. You were walking for several minutes before the Earth Ghoul spoke, his voice low.

“I’m sorry I had to bite you, Sister.” His tone was sincere as his tail wrapped around your calf, his hold on you tightening as he stepped through a row of bushes and onto an actual gravel walking path that would lead back towards the ministry.

“It.. it’s okay, Mountain.” Your voice cracked, your throat starting to hurt from the screaming and crying. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me on purpose.”

The Ghoul sighed, rubbing his head against yours as he continued to carry you, his tail still wrapped around your leg. You rested your head against his shoulder, eyes staring up at the star speckled sky through the trees for a few minutes before they drifted to Mountain’s profile. Sure, you saw the ghouls with their masks off often, but it caught you off guard each time. The being glanced down at you curiously and you gave him a small smile before closing your eyes, a few tears still slipping down your cheeks.

You heard Mountain chuff before you felt a pair of lips kiss the side of your head.

It wasn’t long until you reached church grounds, the being hurrying in the direction of the ghouls’ dorms. You hadn’t paid much attention as to where Mountain was taking you until he was jostling you in his arms, his now free hand opening the main door to the common area.

A collection of gasps made you twist around, your eyes snapping open and widening in realization of where you were.

“Y/N!” One of the ghoulettes, Cirrus, pushed herself off of the couch where she had been sitting with Rain, Sunshine, and Cumulus. “What in-” She covered her mouth as she approached the two of you, her usually soft and kind eyes brimming with tears as she looked you over.

“What- no, Cirrus,” You twisted in Mountain’s arms once again before you gave up with a sigh, the large Ghoul refusing to let you go. “I’m okay, please, don’t cry,” you forced a smile, trying to ignore the ache in your limbs and the stinging pain from your cuts and scrapes. Well, tried. Your cheeks were still wet with shed tears and there was still a grimace etched into your features.

“You’re covered in mud and.. Blood?” The others had surrounded the two of you now as well, Cumulus frowning as she looked you over before she saw the bite on your neck. She gasped before glaring up at Mountain, her blue eyes flashing. She snapped at him in their ghoulish language, Mountain flinching under her verbal attack before he responded. He carefully set you on your feet while speaking to her. The others stared at him with open mouths before Cirrus quickly took your arm, ushering you towards one of their shared bathrooms. You looked down as you walked past Aether, Dewdrop, and Swiss, the other three having emerged from their respective rooms at the commotion. You hated that they were seeing you in this condition.

“Wait. He got to do what? That’s not fair!” Dew’s voice shouted before you heard Aether call your name quietly after you and the Ghoulette. Before you could think of responding you had been ushered into the bathroom by Cirrus before she kicked the door shut behind the two of you.

She sighed as she helped you sit on the edge of the tub before she looked you over, fingers running through her dark hair. A few strands tangled along her curved horns. “Sister, what happened?” She reached down. A clawed finger gently tilted your face up so you would meet her gaze.

You avoided her eyes for a moment before you looked up at her, your hands falling to your side at the lip of the tub. “The Papas and Cardinal wanted to summon another ghoul.” She kneeled in front of you, her hand that was holding your chin moving to cup your face. You leaned into her palm. Her thumb carefully wiped away any tears that still spilled. “And.. it.. Didn’t go well. It was more feral than they were expecting.” You sniffed. Any energy you had left was draining rapidly under her gentle touch.

Cirrus frowned before she reached down, starting to undo your torn top. She paused.

“Can… May I just..” She lifted a clawed finger up, waving it. You nodded, eyes clenching shut at the sound of the rest of your habit being torn to shreds. Not that it could have been saved, anyway, the poor garment beyond repair. An involuntary whimper left you as she pulled the muddy fabric from your skin.

Cirrus soon reached around you to turn the faucet on and flip the drain plug before standing up, looking around the bathroom with a small huff. “I’ll be right back. Just.. try to relax, okay?” She gave you a small smile before she leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You could feel your body giving in to the exhaustion, your limbs starting to feel heavy. You returned Cirrus’s smile with one of your own. She left a moment later, the sound of shouting and items being thrown spilling into the bathroom when she opened the door before it was muffled once again once the door closed. You grimaced at the chaotic noise before peeling off the rest of your ruined clothes and stepping into the bath.

The warm water almost had you praising the Olde One himself as you settled into the tub, your body starting to relax. You took a moment to look over yourself, a sigh escaping you as you took your injuries in. The claw marks on your hip weren’t too bad, not as bad as you thought they may have been. Your skinned knees screamed in pain once they were submerged and you reached down, trying to clean the muddy scrapes.

The sound of the door opening caused you to jump, your knees quickly coming up towards your chest and your arm covering your breasts. You slid in the tub a bit as you moved, your face warm in embarrassment as you looked over. It was Cirrus returning, a pile of towels and clothes haphazardly carried in her arms. She slipped inside before kicking the door shut behind her once again.

Cirrus chittered to herself before she sighed, looking over what she had before setting everything on the counter. “Aether ran to your room. He found.. this?” She lifted a dark blue nightgown with a floral pattern from the pile of towels. You had bought it while on a tour and snuck it back into your room. A smile tugged at your lips.

“That’s my favorite one.”

Cirrus brought the gown to her nose, taking a deep inhale. Her tail flicked wildly behind her as she smelled the garment. “Smells like you. Probably why he grabbed it.” She set it back down on the counter before grabbing a washcloth. “Okay, Sister,” she stepped closer before kneeling next to you beside the tub, “let’s get you cleaned up.”

You felt your face flush and you looked away, hesitantly letting yourself relax in the tub again. Cirrus giggled quietly as she submerged the cloth.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, Y/N.”

“I.. I know.” You looked back up at Cirrus, allowing yourself to relax as one of her hands ran its way through your hair, her nails scratching at your scalp. You sighed, eyes drifting shut as you slumped deeper into the tub, the Ghoulette now wiping you down with the washcloth. “I’m normally the one taking care of you guys..It’s just been a long night, I guess.”

She hummed in understanding, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence as she worked to clean you. She hesitated as she came across the bite on your neck, her fingers tracing over the mark gently. You winced, opening your eyes to look at her.

“Mountain?” Cirrus questioned, meeting your gaze. You nodded. She hummed again before squeezing water from the washcloth over the wound. “I’m sure he had no other choice.”

You frowned a bit before giving her a questioning look.

Cirrus returned your questioning look with one of her own. “That he would mark you out in the open like that, not unless he had to? It’s kind of an intimate thing to mark someone.” She explained, washcloth rubbing at your shoulder carefully. “You guys came back in clothes...” She paused, “Or, what was left of yours.”

You opened and closed your mouth, your face suddenly burning once again. That explains why he was hesitant and why it seemed like biting you was such a big deal to that feral ghoul. “But, wait,” you frowned, “you guys bite me all of the time. Why is this one different? I mean, he bit a lot harder, but,” you furrowed your eyebrows as Cirrus rubbed the wash cloth down your arm, starting from your shoulder.

She was quiet for a moment before she leaned over the edge of the tub, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “Those other times?” She smiled, “That was just for fun. We like watching you squirm.” She winked before she brought the washcloth up again. “But marking is.. It’s laying claim. Doesn’t heal as fast as a regular bite.” She brought the washcloth from your shoulder and down your arm before she let go of it under the water, her clawed fingers inching further down before they danced along the inside of your thigh. “Like that time I got you down here.” She suddenly dug her nails into where she had bitten you months before, your leg jerking in response to her deft fingers suddenly grabbing you.

Your face grew hot as you watched her hand through the water, the memory flooding back into your mind. The feeling of her teeth sinking into your skin while she had been down there, the sound of the growl that had been muffled against you as her hands held you down in a vice grip.

Dewdrop walking into the dressing room when he heard your moans and cries and losing his temper at the sight of her attached to your leg.

You felt your stomach twist and drop, your teeth catching your bottom lip.

“Wait, is that why Dew was so mad?” You looked back up to meet Cirrus’s eyes. You felt another drop when you met her hungry gaze.

A forked tongue slipped out as she licked her lips, her heavy eyes searching yours before she nodded. “He’s easy to upset, though. Probably would’ve been mad or jealous either way..”

Her hand inched its way up, her gaze steady as she held yours. Your breath stuttered in your chest, your own tongue darting out to wet your lips. “Cirrus..”

Cirrus leaned over the edge of the tub, her mouth meeting yours as one of your hands came from the water to cup her face. You slid down in the tub a bit, a gasp tearing itself from you as her finger rubbed tentatively over your clit. She grinned at your reaction before sharp teeth nipped at your bottom lip, an expert finger starting to rub slow circles around the bundle of nerves. Despite the awkward angle you opened your mouth to her, the ghoul’s tongue excitedly meeting yours as you tried to push yourself closer to her despite the protests of your aching limbs.

Cirrus pulled back just enough for her lips to brush yours, and she smiled against you as her hand traveled further. She carefully pushed two fingers into your entrance with practiced ease, her mouth moving down to your jaw. Your hand on her cheek fell to the base of her neck. “Just relax for me, Sister,” she mouthed and nipped at your skin, sharp canines dragging against you. You whimpered as she neared the bite and claw marks on your neck, your hips canting against her hand. “I wonder what the Papas would think of you being marked by their ghouls twice in one night.” The words were murmured, her breath hot against your neck.

You gasped as she licked over the bite same as Mountain had done while in the forest, your hand now grabbing at the hair at the nape of her neck. She hummed thoughtfully as you clenched around her fingers, her thumb moving up to rub your clit.

“Although, you are our Sister of Sin. They would probably think we’re just being possessive.” The last word came out more as a soft snarl, the pads of Cirrus’s fingers pushing against that sensitive spot inside of you. You writhed under her actions, mouth open in a silent moan as you held onto her the best you could, your other wet hand now clutching at her dark shirt.

“Cirrus, please,” You whimpered as you rolled your hips the best you could in your position, subconsciously starting to chase your climax, that familiar tightness returning to the pit of your stomach. The ghoul almost sounded as if she were purring as she continued to work you. A moan tore itself from you as Cirrus curled her fingers suddenly, your hand tightening in her shirt. “There-“

Cirrus grinned against your neck as she continued to curl her fingers against the spot, the choked cries leaving you music to her ears. “There’s my good girl.” She nipped and sucked at your skin, her free hand reaching up to pull at your hair. You gasped as she pulled your head to the side, the Ghoulette nuzzling her face against your neck as she inhaled deeply.

You grabbed at the edge of the tub to stop yourself from sliding deeper into the water, a stuttered gasp tearing itself from you as you finished on her fingers. “Shit- Cirrus.” You moaned her name, one of your hands coming up to clamp over mouth as you tried to stay quiet.

Cirrus shushed you softly, her hand in your hair loosening as you relaxed back against the tub. She pulled back once she rode you through your climax, her fingers slipping from you gently. She rubbed the inside of your leg soothingly, golden eyes soft as she watched you. “How are you feeling now?”

You looked at the Ghoulette out of the corner of your eye, your hand still over your mouth before you let it drop to your chest. You noticed a pink tinge to her ashen colored cheeks. A sheepish smile tugged at your lips. “..better,” you admitted quietly, your cheeks blushing as you looked down at her hand on your leg.

Cirrus hummed, tail flicking behind her. She smiled before standing up from the side of the bath, moving to where she had set the towels down. “Good.”

You leaned forward to unplug the tub before standing up with a huff, your muscles still aching. A shiver rolled through you as you carefully stepped out before the ghoulette enveloped you in a towel, her arms wrapping around you in the process. She hummed before pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

You lifted your arms to start drying yourself before Cirrus growled quietly in warning, tail smacking at one of your hands. She pulled back and started rubbing you down with the bath towel, the ghoul stopping every so often to inspect a scratch or scrape that punctured your skin. You blushed heavily as she worked her way from top to bottom, lifting your arms or turning when instructed. You jumped when there was a knock at the door, Cirrus chittering in response before Rain poked his head in a second later.

“Oh,” He sniffed the air and blushed heavily, eyes looking you over before dropping to the floor, “um, Sodo.. ran off with Aether?”

“What?” Both you and Cirrus looked at the water ghoul with wide eyes.

“See, I knew- Swiss! I told you they’d be upset. We should have just gone with them!” The ghoul disappeared, the door slipping shut again, muffling the conversation in the common area.

You whined, palms of your hands coming up to rub at your eyes. “Cirrus-“

“Hey,” she shushed you quietly, tossing the towel aside and grabbing your nightgown from the counter, “they’ll be fine. They’re stupid for going out there, but Aether will keep Dew safe, you know that.”

A clawed hand gently tugged at your wrists and you looked at her with blurred vision, eyes starting to burn once again with unshed tears. Cirrus pulled the nightgown over your head, a shaking sigh leaving you as you stuck your arms through the holes. You hated the fact Dewdrop and Aether were out there. Sure, the feral ghoul was smaller than them, but the thought still made you nauseous.

“Let’s go lay down, okay? I’m sure Mountain is already in there, the others will probably join us later.” She gave you a small smile, eyebrows knit with concern as her hands cupped your cheeks. “Okay?”

“Okay.” It came out as a mumble, your hand coming up to grab at hers. She pressed a quick kiss to your lips before tugging you along, pulling you out of the bathroom.

Rain and Swiss stood at the windows that faced out towards the forest, watching into the dark curiously, talking quietly amongst themselves. Cumulus and Sunshine sat on the couch on their phones, showing each other a video every so often. Sunshine looked up, flashing a toothy grin when you and Cirrus came further into the room.

“Mountain is in bed, Sister! If you’re tired, I mean. You seem-“

“Sunshine!“ Cumulus hissed, her eyes widening. She bared her teeth at the other ghoul. Sunshine blushed before clearing her throat.

“I-I mean.. you look perfectly fine and not tired at all.” The ghoulette smiled nervously from her spot on the couch. You felt a smile tug at your lips, a tug of fondness swelling in your chest. You bent over the back of the couch and pressed a kiss to the top of her head before you leaned over towards Cumulus, pressing one to the side of hers. You then walked towards Swiss and Rain, lifting yourself onto your toes to press chaste kisses to their cheeks as well.

“Please let me know when the others return?”

“Of course, Sister.” Swiss smiled down at you, tail brushing against your leg.

“Go rest.” Cirrus said from next to you, her hand patting your hip and shoving you gently towards Mountain’s door. You hesitated a moment before doing as you were told, quietly slipping into Mountain’s room, the others going back to what they were doing before.

Inside the dark room Mountain was curled up on his side in his bed, chest moving slowly as he breathed. You watched the sleeping ghoul for a long moment, your chest swelling with that feeling of love and fondness once again. You hesitated before you approached the bed and pulled the blankets back, slipping in under the covers next to him.

Mountain inhaled deeply as you scooted yourself under the blankets before green eyes met yours, a tired smile tugging at his lips. He pulled you to him easily, his face nuzzling into your hair before he seemed to sniff at you. His tail curled around, wrapping around your calf as it did while he carried you earlier.

“Cirrus had her fun with you.” He murmured against your head, nails scratching gently at your back through your gown.

You felt your face burn as you buried your face against his chest, your arms wrapping around the large ghoul the best they could. You furrowed your eyebrows, taking a deep breath.

“Swiss had his fun with you.”

You felt Mountain smile against the top of your head. “You can smell him?”

You nodded, inhaling again. “You each have your own smells.”

Mountain just let out a quiet hum, his arm heavy around you as he relaxed. “Didn’t know you could smell it.”

You smiled, pressing a chast kiss to his jaw before settling back against him. “Thank you for saving me out there.” You felt Mountain tense before he squeezed you against him, his face once again nuzzling into your hair. You found yourself quickly succumbing to the warmth of the bed and the ghoul, the both of you soon sleeping quietly.

The next time you awoke the room was still dark. You remembered falling asleep tangled with Mountain in his bed. The large Ghoul still snored quietly, now on his back, another body cuddled up with him from the other side. In the dark you were almost 90% sure it was Dewdrop from the shape of them.

Warmth emanated from behind you.

“I’m sorry we worried you.” Aether’s hushed voice sent a shiver through you and you reached down, grabbing his hand as it twisted its way around you, pulling you closer to him. Relief flooded your body as you held onto his hand before you reached out, gripping at the body that was half sprawled on top of Mountain. The body felt lean- and growled. Dewdrop. You sagged back against the broad Ghoul, eyes falling shut again.

“I hate you.”

“I don’t think you do.” You could hear the smile in his voice. He pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, lips grazing for a moment before he nipped at your skin.

You stifled a giggle before you turned around in Aether’s arms, looking up at him in the dark. Soft glowing amber eyes stared back down at you once you were settled back in his arms, his tail wrapping around your leg as he tangled his legs with yours.

“So,” you reached a hand up, thumb brushing against his cheek, “what did you guys find out there?”

Aether relaxed under your touch, his eyes falling shut as he pulled you closer to him. “The Papas and Cardinal. Told them you were here, fine. And then we sent the ghoul back to Hell after we found him.”

You felt a small frown tug at your mouth. You couldn’t help the sadness that swelled in your chest. Tearing the ghoul from its home only to rebanish it- Not that they had been trying to summon a feral one. It had been a while since they have had to summon a ghoul, though.

Aether’s eyes met yours after a moment, a frown tugging at his own lips. “What’s wrong?”

“Just feel bad for it.” You mumbled, shaking your head. “Don’t worry about it.”

The ghoul hummed quietly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he closed his eyes again, his chin propped on top of your head as he held you close to him.

“Also, Papa Terzo wants to see you tomorrow morning.”

You sighed, eyebrows furrowing as you leaned your head against his chest. Great.

[hiduprakyat]

what if i wrote a pantun berkait with the iambic pentameter and it was a symbolism of being caged and chained in the format

[daisydrabbles]

Maybe it's the Moonlight

- Theo Nott x Female Reader

Pairing: Tutor!Theo Nott x Good girl!female reader

ⓘ When I write within an academic setting it’s a university au and therefore all characters are over 18!

Warnings: slight dubcon, dirty talk, fingering, corruption, praise, mild degradation, power imbalance, unprotected sex, creampie, public sex (there’s literally nobody around but still it’s a public place)

Summary: Theo has been assigned to tutor you in astronomy, but his methods are a little… unorthodox (they involve fucking)

Word count: 3.1k

‘I didn’t take you for the type to sneak out past curfew, doll.’

You looked up from your seat on the edge of the Astronomy Tower to see your devastatingly handsome tutor staring down at you.

As one of the brightest in your year, it was incredibly frustrating to you that you were almost failing astronomy. What was even more frustrating was that Theodore Nott, the infamous man-whore who’d probably never stepped foot in the library (for reasons other than making out behind the bookshelves), was top of the class.

When you requested additional help, you expected to be partnered with someone like Hermione Granger - someone as studious and academically motivated as you. Yet here you were, meeting with one of the most attractive yet most troublesome boys in school.

You two were the definition of an oxymoron: you; good, innocent and studious, juxtaposed with him; bad, corrupt and carefree.

‘I’m normally not,’ you said defensively, ‘but I really need to pass this class.’

‘And you want my help.’ he smugly added as he sat down next to you.

Immediately, you felt some weird tension between the two of you. Why did he look so happy to be here? And why was he wearing such a predatory smile on his face?

Maybe it’s the moonlight you told yourself, as you made a mental note to reschedule your next session for a more civilised location, despite the fact that this one was undeniably practical - what better time and place to study the stars?

You cleared your throat and flicked through the pages of your textbook, feeling rather shy, and desperate to get this study session over with as soon as possible. ‘So, what first?’

Theo tutted and plucked the dusty old book from your hands, before he carelessly chucked it over his shoulder. ‘What’s first is I wanna hear you say it: Theo I need your help.’

‘Hey I needed tha- what?’

He was already having fun with your new dynamic. Whilst you were disappointed with your assigned tutor, he was pleased. In astronomy, the only class you shared, he would watch you intently - in a way not dissimilar to how lions stalk their prey. You were too perfect… he thought often of inviting you over and corrupting you; fucking you senseless and leaving enough marks on your body to prove it. However he knew you would never agree to hang out with him outside in a social setting - his academic arrangement was a perfect way to get you alone.

‘You heard me, miss high-and-mighty, I want you to say the words.’

‘Why?’ you crossed your arms in protest. You didn’t want to admit to needing anyone, especially not Theo Nott.

‘Cos you think you’re better than me,’ he said simply, ‘yet here you are about to fail astronomy, expecting me to help you pass it. You almost sound entitled really, maybe I should just go-‘

‘Fine.’ you cut him off, which only made him grin and look at you expectantly. ‘Theo I… I need your help.’

‘Good girl.’ his grin widened hearing you say those words, whilst simultaneously your eyes widened hearing his response. What did he just call you?

‘Why did you want me to say it so badly?’

He shrugs. ‘What man doesn’t want a pretty girl to say she needs him?’

Cheeky bastard. Nevertheless, you felt your cheeks heat up against your will. He thought you were pretty. Not that that should’ve meant anything, coming from someone like Theo Nott. He was notorious for being a womanizer. A playboy. A man-whore. You so badly wished his reused words had no effect on you, but they did. Looking down at your lap you prayed that your flush wasn’t noticeable in the darkness, for you were almost embarrassed at how he could fluster you with so few words.

It was very noticeable.

At least, it was for Theo, who had been seeking such a reaction and had therefore picked up on it immediately. He wasn’t entirely sure if you even wanted to study at all when you suggested meeting in the Astronomy Tower, with it being a primarily regarded by students as a hookup spot. It surprised him that you actually brought textbooks and came with the intention of learning.

He had other ideas.

He was sick of girls throwing themselves at him, this time he wanted a challenge - but he didn’t just didn’t want any challenge, he wanted you.

He wanted to shut your smart little mouth up with his own; he wanted the satisfaction of taking someone so smart and fucking them dumb. The dirty-minded boy found it cute that you’d so innocently suggested the meeting in the middle of the night - that the impure thoughts he was thinking hadn’t even crossed your mind.

Clearly you hadn’t considered your choice of clothing either. He didn’t miss the way the wind was causing your little pleated skirt to fly up, nor the way your tight blouse clung to your curves and accentuated all the right places. Places he’d love to touch; to kiss.

Alas, he would have to settle for letting his mind wander for now. As badly as he wanted to fuck you, he did also commit to helping you. His hands would have to wander later. Wander up to your perky tits, down to your sensitive cunt…

‘Anyway,’ he shook his head to rid himself of his horny thoughts, ‘is there an area of study you’re particularly struggling with?’

‘Star charts.’ you admitted, your shoulders slumping.

Theo looked as though he was trying his hardest not to laugh at you. ‘Star charts?’

‘You’re supposed to help me, not mock me.’ you deadpanned.

‘I’m sorry,’ he chuckled, ‘I just find it amusing that someone as intelligent as you can’t read a fucking star chart.’

‘I can read a star chart just fine. I just can’t…’

‘Use it to navigate the sky?’ he offered.

‘Exactly!’

Unable to help himself, he dropped his voice to a low and seductive tone and leaned into your ear. ‘Well I’d be more than happy to make you see stars.’

Theo’s hot breath on the side of your neck combined with his dominant tone caused a gush of wetness between your legs. Discreetly, you squeezed your thighs together, silently willing yourself to break free from whatever trance he’d put you under.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Theo, who was thoroughly enjoying watching you squirm.

‘I- if you don’t wanna help me that’s okay but I think maybe I should-‘

‘Believe it or not,’ he cut you off, his tone surprisingly gentle, ‘I’m actually trying to help you.’

A puzzled look appeared on your face. ‘You threw my textbook away when I tried to open it.’

‘Well, let’s not live in the past.’ he waved off your statement, holding out his hand for you to take. ‘Do you trust me?’

‘With what?’ you eyed him skeptically.

‘Jesus are you always this tense? It’s a yes or no question, doll.’

After a moments hesitation, you answered; ‘Yes… yes,I trust you.’ and took his hand.

That was all the confirmation he needed to yank you onto his lap, causing you to let out a little gasp. Sitting on Theo Nott’s lap was not how you envisioned spending your study session, but you were hardly complaining. The faint aroma of cigarettes and the sound of his racing heart should be distressing - a sign of danger, even - but you felt oddly calm. Your back was towards him so you were both facing the night sky as he asked, ‘Can you point out Andromeda for me?’

The feel of his hardening bulge underneath your ass had momentarily stunned you, and you stuttered trying to answer his question.

‘Just relax…’ his fingers caressed your exposed thighs comfortingly, slowly working their way upwards, meeting the hem of your mini skirt.

‘What are- shouldn’t we study first?’ You grabbed his wrist to stop his fingers going any higher.

When you said first, implying that you would be interested in having sex with him later, he felt his cock twitch. Finally, you were granting the opportunity for him to make you his. Luckily for the both of you, Theo was great at multitasking.

‘Tut tut, do you want to get better at astronomy or not?’

Well yes, but you couldn’t see how him touching you was going to help with that. ‘I-‘ you were cut off by your own whimper as you felt Theo’s fingers graze over your clit through your underwear.

‘Then let’s try again. Where’s Andromeda?’

At first, his fingers lightly circling your clit were too much of a distraction. It was obvious he had experience, because he knew exactly how hard to press to satisfy you but still keep you coherent. After a moment of getting used to the sensation, your brain was clear enough to answer his question so, using your finger, you traced the outline of the constellation in the sky.

‘That was correct, clever girl.’

‘Wait, really?’ you bounced up and down in excitement, making the boy underneath you groan at the feeling of you pressing on his hard cock. ‘How did you teach me to do that without teaching me anything?’

‘Your problem is you think too much. I thought if I helped you… relax, you’d be able to focus on astronomy a little better. Clearly, I was correct.’ Theo moved his hand inside your underwear and slipped a finger inside your wet hole. ‘Well done.’

Your mouth falls open at the feeling of his long finger deep inside your tight cunt, stroking your inner walls. As determined as you were to not be another one of his silly hookups, you couldn’t bring yourself to deny the pleasure he was giving you.

‘Fuck, doll, who knew a good girl like you would be this wet for someone like me.’

Theo’s finger teased you for the next twenty minutes as he asked you various Astronomy-related questions, which you answered correctly. He was right, you were clearly thinking too hard at something so simple, and his fingers pleasuring you rid you of all the unnecessary thoughts, allowing you to focus solely on the stars. Every now and then, Theo would increase the pressure on your clit or thrust his finger deeper, just to see you cut yourself off mid-sentence with a moan or a whimper induced by his touch.

‘Theo…’ you whined after answering a dozen questions about constellations, looking up at him. You were asking for something, but you weren’t quite sure what. Just something more.

He pushed a second finger inside you, curling them upwards into you slowly as his palm pressed against your clit. Watching you writhe on top of him and hearing you moan made his dick throb in his trousers, as he internally tried to decide between bringing you to your climax on his fingers first or just freeing his cock and fucking you raw right away.

‘Yeah, amore? You like being finger-fucked out in the open?’ he whispered, even though there was no chance of you being seen or heard by anyone at this time. His words went straight to your core and his previously slow pace started to quicken as he felt you clench around his digits. ‘Fuck- yes right there.’ you cried, feeling his long fingers hit that sweet spot deep inside you.

Not long after, he retracted his fingers, smearing your wetness on your clit teasingly before removing his hand from your underwear altogether. The new, empty feeling made you whimper.

‘Why’d you stop?’ you pouted breathlessly whilst you turned around in his lap, now straddling him.

Locking his eyes on yours, he brought the two fingers that were previously buried inside you to his lips and licked off all your juices. ‘So sweet.’ he muttered to himself, probably not intending for you to hear. ‘Because,’ he said louder, ‘I want to make you cum on my cock, if you’ll let me.’

Your eyes flick down to his now rock-hard erection, still trapped inside his trousers. ‘Yes, please…’

‘Atta girl… but first, let’s get these clothes out the way, shall we?’

You nodded frantically, tugging at the hem of his t shirt as he unbuttoned your blouse to reveal your tits sitting perfectly in a lacy white bra. ‘These are fucking gorgeous.’ he palmed them before reaching round to unclip your bra. ‘I can’t want to watch them bounce as I fuck you.’

He pulled away briefly to discard his own shirt before flipping you both over. How he revelled in the sight of you underneath him, all exposed and desperate. Theo knew that you weren’t like him; you weren’t the type to sleep around. He was honoured to be making you feel this good, and he wanted to make sure you had as much fun as he knew he would have.

After pulling off his trousers he guided your hand to his bulge, making you feel him through his boxers. ‘Can you feel how hard I am for you, amore? How desperate my cock is to sink itself into your pretty little cunt?’

He leaned down to give you a passionate kiss, his thumb finding its way to your clit. Your fingers found his waistband and tugged on it, indicating that you wanted him to discard them. He obliged.

Pulling away from the kiss, your jaw dropped as you saw his erection finally spring free, hitting his stomach. It was bigger than you could’ve imagined, and you suddenly found yourself conscious of how large he was in comparison to you.

‘Theo that is not gonna fit inside of me.’

‘Let’s find out, shall we?’ he yanked your skirt and your underwear down with one harsh tug, leaving you entirely on display for him. With one movement of his hips the tip of his cock found your dripping wet entrance, and he pushed it in it in ever so slightly. The stretch makes you moan; his cock was way thicker than his fingers. ‘See that, doll, your warm little cunt is practically pulling me in. I told you I know what’s best for you.’

Tugging at his brown curls at the back of his neck, you hum in agreement. ‘Please… I need you.’

‘I didn’t even have to ask you to say it that time.’ he grinned before he bottomed out inside of you making you cry out. A bulge was visible in your stomach where is cock was deep inside you, still whilst you adjusted to his size. ‘You okay, pretty girl?’ All you could do was nod, not trusting your mouth to form coherent words with the boy who was meant to tutor you buried to the hilt in your dripping wet cunt. ‘Words, please.’ he commanded as he grabbed your jaw to bring your face closer to his.

‘Yes I’m- I’m more than okay just please…’

‘Please what?’

‘Please fuck me.’ you said in a small voice, surprised at yourself for saying it outright. At your request he started to move, making you bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning at the sensation.

‘Don’t hold back, amore. Your sounds are as cute as your face, I wanna hear them all.’

And with that he began to pound in and out of you, immediately picking up a harsh pace. His large hands pinned your wrists on either side of your head so you could make no attempt to cover your flushed face or muffle your breathy moans. He was no hypocrite either, groaning into your ear letting you hear just how much he was enjoying fucking you raw.

It was even more erotic than he’d imagined. He’d managed to turn a tutoring session with the schools resident good girl and turn it into a scene straight out of a porno. The sight of your tits bouncing as your tight, warm cunt took his thick cock was one he wanted engrained in his memory. Fuck, if you weren’t on a hard wooden floor he’d be tossing your little body around in all sorts of positions. And god, how he wanted to taste you; to suck on your sensitive little clit and lick up your sweet juices. The opportunity hadn’t arose in this particular occasion, but it only motivated him to get you in bed again.

‘You feel fucking incredible.’ he groaned, earning only a whimper in response. ‘Bet you couldn’t answer any astronomy questions now, hm?’

You shook your head, your eyes fluttering shut as he hit that sweet spot deep inside of you. ‘N-no, I-‘ his pace didn’t falter as you felt yourself clenching around him, orgasm building up - if anything, it quickened.

‘Cos I’ve fucked you senseless, haven’t I?’ Although you could hear him, you couldn’t respond. His voice was muffled and your vision was clouded, your pleasure was so overwhelming, you couldn’t think straight. ‘You like going dumb on my dick?’

Theo could tell you were close, so he brought a thumb to your clit, adding pressure in circular motions. That’s all it took for your orgasm to come crashing over you. ‘Theo, I’m-‘

‘Do it. Let go. Cum for me.’

And you do. Just as he promised, you swore you saw stars whilst he fucked you through your high and chased his own. He didn’t slow down to accommodate your now increased sensitivity - his need almost became primal as his thrusts got sloppier the closer he got. ‘Gonna fill you up with my cum, doll. Real deep.’ he grunted in your ear, feeling his own orgasm building. The pressure from your tight cunt felt like heaven to him, but mostly it was the way you were looking at him that pushed him over the edge, like he’d just taken you places you didn’t know you could go.

You both moaned as you felt his hot cum spill into you, marking you as his. And you were his, now. He’d ruined you for anybody else; he’d moulded you to fit him perfectly.

After pulling out, he laid down on his side next to you, tracing mindless circles around your navel.

‘That,’ you inhaled shakily, ‘was amazing. Are you okay?’

His eyes, which had previously been fixed on the sight of his cum leaking out of your hole, snapped up to you. By the looks of it, people don’t normally ask him that after sex, and you immediately felt as though you’d said something wrong. That was, until you felt his hand cup your cheek. ‘Careful, doll, you’re really making me want to keep you.’

‘What?’ you roll onto your side to face him.

‘Nothing.’ he sighed in content. ‘I’m great, are you okay?’

‘Amazing. Same time next week?’ you attempted to joke.

‘Same time tomorrow.’

[mxltifxnd0m]

cute glasses ◦◦ d. winchester

summary: your eyes are dry because of your contacts, so you have no choice but to put your glasses on

pairings: established dean winchester x reader, dean winchester x gn! reader

word count: 1.3K

warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', major fluff, some insecure thoughts, but mainly fluff

a/n: first official fic for dean!! also this was intentionally written as a blurb but as always, it seems i have more write than intended lol

please reblog and comment, i love to see your thoughts!

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

You had to fight the temptation to rub your eyes as you stared hard at your laptop, the screen emitting a blue light that was beginning to give you a headache alongside the dryness of your contacts as you sat at the table in the motel room. You blinked hard multiple times, trying to bring moisture to your contacts and find some relief from the dryness, but nothing was working.

You were still dressed in the FBI garb you had put on in the morning when you and Dean were going to the station to gather information on the hunt the two of you were working. Sam would have joined the two of you, but he had come down with a cold, and Dean forced him to stay back at the bunker while the two of you would work the hunt.

You glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand, seeing that 10 minutes had passed since Dean went out to get dinner for you two. You threw your head back with a groan, feeling the soreness in your shoulders as you sat down and hunched over your laptop, researching for hours on end.

You stood up from the seat and stretched out your limbs like a cat waking up from a nap and stalking over to your bag to grab your pajamas and glasses, and headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower and get comfortable.

You jumped into the shower and rinsed off the day. After showering, you took out the dry contacts that were irritating your eyes, put them back into their case, and let out a sigh of relief when you blinked, and moisture was restored to your eyes.

You put on your glasses and strolled back into the room to find Dean sitting at the table and pulling the food out of the takeout bag.

"Took you long enough, sweetheart. I got us Chinese since there was a place I saw when driving in an-" He stopped talking as you crossed the room to see what he ordered.

"And what?" You asked him, looking at him with furrowed brows as you took in Dean's stunned expression, his mouth agape as his eyes flickered around and all over your face.

"You have glasses." Dean pointed out, blinking slowly as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Uh, yeah I do."

"Since when?"

"Since I was a freshman in high school." You told him as casually as you could, not wanting to make a big deal out of you wearing glasses.

"How come I've never seen you with them on?" Dean asked you with knitted brows.

"Err…" You trailed off. You didn't really want the boys to know you had glasses since you could be considered a liability if anything were to happen to your contacts or glasses. But hey, you've managed this long hunting with them, and you haven't died yet because of them. You just didn't want the boys to look down on you because you had them, and they could potentially hinder you in hunts.

"I wear contacts, and I try to keep them in for as long as I can until I can get back to my room and put my glasses on." You finally explained with a sheepish smile as you rubbed the back of your neck.

Dean's face turned into one of realization. "Is that why I sometimes feel you slip out of bed and then come back a couple of minutes later?"

You felt your face flush with heat as you nodded in response. Dean chuckled lightly at your embarrassment and leaned in to kiss your forehead. Then, a chaste peck on your lips before turning back to the food.

"You're not gonna ask me why I kept this from you?" You asked, confusion coloring your words as you saw him sit down in front of your closed laptop and dig into one of the takeout boxes with a plastic fork.

"Do you want me to?" Dean questioned through a mouthful of chow mein.

"Uh, not really. I was just ready for you to go all Spanish inquisition on me." You sat down across from him and looked through the takeout boxes before opening one of them to find the orange chicken.

Dean swallowed the food he was chewing. "Look, you had your reasons, and yeah, I have many questions about them but right now I just want to stare at you with them on."

You raised an eyebrow at him again. "You like them?"

"Yeah," He shrugged. "You look beautiful with or without them on." Dean reached across the table and traded chow mein for the orange chicken box in your hands.

You smiled at him, feeling your cheeks flush with heat again before huffing an amused breath through your nose. You narrowed your eyes at him as you leaned forward, taking Dean, who was still in his FBI suit, minus the jacket, tie, and a few of the buttons on his shirt unbuttoned.

"The glasses are doing something for you aren't they?" You teased him as you took a bite of the chow mein.

"Yeah, you have this sexy librarian thing going on. Could only imagine how much hotter you would have been if you left your FBI suit on." Dean's mouth pulled into a coy smirk, his green eyes alight with mischief and desire.

You chuckled as you shook your head. "Of course, you'd be into that."

Dean shrugged again as he popped a piece of orange chicken in his mouth.

Later, when the two of you finished eating and did a little more research and while you were doing your skincare, a sliver of worry still sat with you as you thought about how this would affect Dean and hunting. When you climbed into bed with Dean and placed your glasses on the nightstand, your world got a little blurry, but you could still see Dean's slight smile on his face as he pulled you into his side, wrapping an arm around your waist.

Dean pressed a warm kiss on your forehead. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He asked lowly, his voice laced with care and fatigue.

"S'nothing." You shook your head.

"Come on, don't like seeing you like this before we go to bed." Dean squeezed your waist.

You sighed before propping your chin on his chest. "Just concerned that you might worry about me because of my bad eyesight."

Dean looked at you before leaning forward to press another kiss to your forehead and brought his hand to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against the soft skin. You leaned into his warm touch, pressing a kiss into his palm.

"I'm always going to worry about you," He started, pausing before finding his following words.

"But you've been hunting with your contacts and glasses for a long time before you met me, and you've been able to keep up with me and Sam without us knowing. I don't care that you have glasses or contacts because you're still a damn good hunter."

You smiled at his words before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss against Dean's full lips. Dean kissed you just as softly as you pressed your lips against yours and chased your lips as you pulled away.

You rested your forehead against his. "Thank you." You whispered, your lips brushing against his as you did.

"No problem, sweetheart. Let's get to bed, we've got a bastard to hunt."

You chuckled softly at his words and pressed a quick kiss on his lips before settling beside him and melting into his side as you guys slowly fell asleep, finding that your dreams were filled with Dean's joyous laughter and playful kisses.

[sillygoosealert]

WAITTTT…..Bi Hans baefy has him wrapped around their finger so what about Bi Han introducing him to the earthrealm crew like Johnny and Kung Lao and yknow Johnny being Johnny tryna get in them panties so Bi Han starts going off on him and reader is just like “don’t do that” and whispers something in his ear so he just hangs his head low and begrudgingly apologizes

Beefy man with beefy arms

DOWN BOY DOWN

Bi-Han being silly (he was upset), fluff (??)

Holding hands, you walk with Bi-Han and his brothers to a place you have yet to be

He changes his hand placement, putting it on the small of your back instead

They're there for a meeting but brought you along to keep him sane

However, before the meeting, a few people wanted to see you

Was it that shocking he could possess feelings for another soul? Perhaps

They are diverse, to say the least

A blind swordsman, who is quite nice

A humble hero

A not humble not hero

And a movie actor

A cocky movie actor, but he is a friend of Tomas’s, so you can not say much

But he has a lot to say, too much one would enunciate

‘Damn baby, you might have to give me mouth-to-mouth because you just took my breath away’

A crude, disgusting comment that does not need to be heard through your pure ears

That's what was going through Bi-Hans head

‘You imbecile, such- such fowl words. Do not talk to her like that, as you have no respect behind your words.’

He's fuming, steam is practically coming from his ears

You put a hand on his shoulder

‘Don't, it's not worth your time. He should not be riling you up this much.’

What you say is true, but a feeling of pride is also running through your thoughts at his immediate defense of you

He grunts like some caveman, maybe it is code for something you haven't figured out yet

After staring at Johnny for a good minute, he formulates something

‘My..apologies for lashing out Cage. Please understand I did not mean offense in my words’

‘I get it, I would say the same thing, man. We're cool’

he cackles, slapping his knee as he quickly defuses the situation

Do you think he has ill intentions? Not at all, he's just a guy trying to lighten things with awful jokes and pickup lines

Maybe you could shed that light on Bi-Han later, show him your perspective

He likes it when you do that, talk to him

Maybe it's not obvious, but he loves talking

To you at least

Late-night chats as he lays his head on your thighs

But right now he just wants to get everything over with, and that's fine

It's fine now, no harm is done and no one is upset and saying something about it

The rest of the day goes smooth

You talk to Bi-Han when the time is right

And he sees your view on it, and you see his. He feels better after the talk

He handled it well, you're proud of him

What should have happened 😔🎀

[spideysquake]

the infinite playlist moodboard

stiles stilinski x reader

based on nick and norah’s infinite playlist by david levithan and rachel cohn

it’s been three weeks, four days, seven hours, and twenty-two minutes since stiles stilinski got his ass dumped by the only girl he’s ever loved. three weeks, four days, seven hours, and twenty-two minutes since lydia ripped his heart out of his chest and stomped it into the ground, effectively rendering stiles incapable of caring about anything that isn’t his band or his best friends. so when lydia shows up at one of his shows – which he explicitly told her not to do – with a new fucking guy following her around, stiles knows that he can’t look as pathetic as he feels. so he gets a five-minute fake girlfriend.

note: olivia rodrigo is not a face claim for the fmc in any way!! imagine her however you want <3 miss olivia just has the cool girl rockstar/ rockstar’s girlfriend vibe that i imagine when i write her, soooooo duh… anyway, love you guys xoxo

[daisies-and-domming]

Side Effects (NSFW)

Guys I’m so sorry I know I disappeared forever ago but I am back! I updated my page, and I look forward to writing for all you lovely people again! I’m back on my same old shit (absolutely vile dom!reader smut) so I hope you’re ready >:) This one's a little softer because I think Nanami deserves a bit of a soft!dom...I hope you enjoy! Feeling a little rusty so sorry if this isn't my best work :/

Summary: Your boyfriend has been on edge recently - most likely due to a rapid increase in curses over the last few weeks - so when you get a call from Shoko, you assume the worst. Lucky for you both, he’s not dead. However, she informs you that he’s experiencing some strange side effects, so you find yourself rushing to Jujutsu Tech to deal with a rather unfortunate… problem.

Warnings: swearing, smut, dom!reader, reader has a vagina, p in said v, subby!nanami, sex pollen/sex curse, semi-breeding kink, nanami gets his shit rocked, begging, overstimulation (reader and nanami receiving), unsafe sex (wrap your wee-wee please), a bit praise, nanami calls reader wife once

Let me know if you think I missed anything!!

All characters are over 18 :)

– – – 

Bzzt, Bzzt!

You groan, eyes tearing away from the screen in front of you. Life had been in a bit of a slog recently - with your boyfriend constantly away on missions and you trapped at your boring desk job, a phone call was a welcome reprieve. What was odd was the fact that your phone was ringing at all - the only calls that can get through when your phone is silenced is your parents, Nanami, and -

Shoko.

Bright letters flash at the top of your screen as you scramble away in a hurry, phone in hand. You mumble some half-assed excuse as you fly out the doors of the office, keys already in hand, and shakily answer the call.

“Shoko? Is everything okay?” you force out, nearly slipping as you speed-walk to the car. “Is he okay?”

“It’s Nanami,” she says, panic evident in her voice. “He came back from a mission today, won’t stop asking for you. I can’t quite get a read on what he got hit with yet, and I’ve never seen him like this, is there any chance you-”

“I’m already in the car, I’m on my way,” you confirm. “He’s okay, though? No obvious signs of injury?”

“Nothing physical, no,” she says, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. “But something’s still clearly wrong, and having you here might help me analyse it. Clearly he’s been hit by some effect of the curse, I’ve never seen this man frantic like this in my life.”

“I’ll be there soon as I can. Call me if you have any updates.”

Shoko hums a confirmation and hangs up, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Your grip on the steering wheel tightens, and you take in a shaky breath. What could possibly be wrong? Why did your boyfriend need you, right this instant? At the very least, Shoko didn’t seem to think it was life threatening, but what relief was that? Being a sorcerer was dangerous, hell, that was why you and Nanami had quit in the first place, but you always knew he couldn’t avoid the call of it for long. You prayed that whatever this was would be out of his system in no time.

You take the turn into Jujutsu Tech far faster than you should, haphazardly parking your car. You think you hear the beep! of your car locking, but all you can really hear in your head is the pounding of your heart. Weaving across the grounds, you rush to Shoko’s office, almost barreling into her when you throw the door open.

“Where is he? Is he okay? You didn’t call me again so I assume it’s fine, but-”

“Hey, breath,” she says, oddly calm considering her call earlier. “I figured out the issue.”

“You did?” you exclaim, a little frustrated she didn’t call you. It must not be serious if she didn’t call, but still! She could’ve at least sent a text…

She wiggles her eyebrows at you, a smirk growing on her face. “You guys have to bang.”

“What??” you flush, throwing your arms up. “S-shoko, this isn’t the time for jokes-”

“Not a joke,” she says with a grin, making crude gestures with her hand. “You guys have to bang it out of his system. Fuck. Two-man tango. ‘Make love’, or whatever. Not the worst curse to get hit by, huh?”

“You had me all worried for nothing!” you groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “I thought he was injured, or worse, dying! I could be at work right now, I didn’t even clock out! God, I’m going to be in so much shit when I get back.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No. He needs your help,” she explains with a sigh. “The gas that the curse released from its body works as an aphrodisiac, a deadly one. If he doesn’t, uhm…‘mate’ any time soon it could be lethal.”

You flush deeper, blinking at her owlishly. You waited, hoping she was joking, but she was clearly dead serious. “Where is he?”

“He’s got his own room, all the way down on the left,” she sighed, rubbing her temples. “Don’t ruin my equipment, you hear me?”

You salute, grinning at her, “Aye aye, captain!”

She rolls her eyes, watching you go. It’s going to be a long shift, she thought, rubbing her temples once again. They don’t pay me nearly enough for this.

You make your way down the hall, fluorescent lights flickering above your head. It smelled like chemicals and death down her, a terrible combo. You wrinkle your nose. How does Shoko put up with this all day, every day?

Lost in your thoughts, you don’t even realise that you’re at the end of the hall until you hear it. Frantic, almost manic, heavy breathing from the door on your left. You gulp, rubbing your thighs together. Fuck, in all your time with your boyfriend, you’ve never heard him this desperate before. Like the world was going to end if he didn’t get his dick wet. Lord, you haven’t even seen him yet, and you’re already soaking through your underwear, you can feel it. Tugging on the hem of your sleeve, you nervously raise a hand to knock on the door.

“Kento…?” you startle at the sound he lets out at the sound of your voice. It sounded like…a whine?

“Darling, ooh, darling,” he groans, pitchier than you’ve ever heard him. “You shouldn’t be here, love, get out of here.”

“Ken, honey, I can’t just leave you like this-”

“Please, before I do something I regret, you have to go- hngh!”

There’s a wet splatter on the other side of the door, so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. You freeze momentarily, not wanting to believe it.

“Ken, did you just…?”

“Fuck, darling, you don’t know what you do to me,” he groans out. You can hear it now - how he’s rutting into his hand on the other side of the door. The wet shlick of dick sliding in his hand, the way he didn’t stop, even after he came. And he’s certainly never swore this early on, before he’s had your hands on you.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” you say, fingers finding the buttons of your shirt frantically. You don’t care that you’re in the hallway, you don’t care that Shoko’s just down the hall - there’s nothing in your head but the needy sounds of your boyfriend on the other side of the door.

“Please, you have to leave-”

“Open the door, honey,” you say, voice syrupy and sweet. “Want you to fill me up so good, can you do that? For me?”

You hear a quiet “Fuck!” from behind the door and the door handle rattles as he struggles to open it in his haze. At this point, you’re dripping, and you reach a hand out to help him. Easing the door open, you can feel the heat coming off of Nanami in waves. There’s a heady scent of pure sex in the air, and you don’t get a chance to take him in before he’s closing the door and trapping you against it.

“You shouldn’t be here, love,” he murmurs against your neck, hot breath tickling your ear. “Please, go before I lose control.”

Without hesitating, you pull him back by the hair and smash your lips to his. He’s motionless against you, for a moment, before his lips slot against you frantically. His hands come to grope your sides, mean and careless with his touch. He slots his legs between yours almost absentmindedly, and his hips begin to cant against you.

You separate, panting. “So desperate you’re already humping my leg like a slut?”

He flushes, slowing his hips down. You could feel his cock twitch against you, and you grin up at his dishevelled state. He’s a wreck - his tie pulled loose from his neck, the first few buttons of his shirt undone, his pants not even off, just hanging loosely around his ankles - and you’re grateful, for a moment, for the curse that hit him. 

“S-sorry, love,” he breathes, barely more than a whisper. “Can’t control it, please, need you, need you so bad- mngh, fuck!”

You grin, lazily palming his angry cock. “Oh, honey, I’ll help you out. Think you can get on the bed for me?”

He nods, whining softly when he pulls away from your hand. He stumbles over to the bed, losing his pants along the way. He sits and looks at you expectantly, flushed all the way down his neck. His hands are shaking from how much he’s holding back, and he bites his lip so hard it bleeds as you walk over, stripping as you approach. Ever the gentleman, he doesn’t reach out and touch, though it’s clear that he wants to. But right now, you’re in control, and even with the heat coursing through his veins, he lets you take what you want from him.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you say, voice thick with need. “Gonna let me ride your cock? Let you fill me up, breed me?”

“God, darling,” he says with a groan, a bead of precum running down his angry cock. “Want to fill your pussy up, put my kids in you, make you nice and round- mmph!”

You slam your lips to his, guiding him to lay back on the bed. You throw your legs on either side of his and grind down hard, smiling against his lips at the way his hips twitch up against yours. You reach back, fumbling to grip his cock and guide it to your waiting hole. You’re soaking, and there’s a wet shlick as sink down to the base of his cock.

“Shit, fuck, sorry, honey-” His hands find the plush of your hips, and he holds you down as he cums, hot and warm inside you. Your surprised laugh quickly morphs into a moan as you feel him fill you. It’s neverending - you’re certain he’s never come this much in one go before - and you quickly regain your senses, grinding your hips in slow circles, riding him through his orgasm. His eyes are squeezed shut, and his back is arched as he twitches, but he never softens inside you.

“Already came again?” you mock, looking down at him condescendingly as he blinks back into reality. “Some curse you got hit with, must feel so good to let go, huh, baby?”

“C-couldn’t help it, fuck!” he stammers out, hips bucking into your slow grinding. “Need it, need to cum again, need to feel you cum around me as I fuck you full, please, darling, can I?”

His eyes flick up to yours, desperation evident in his gaze. Your boyfriend, who rarely swears during sex, begging you to cum? You were certainly in no place to say no!

Without warning, you pick up the roll of your hips, holding his hips down so he can’t buck into you. He moans, flush spreading all the way down his chest. His thighs are flexing below yours, aching to buck up into you, but you won’t let him.

“If you want my help, you let me control the pace,” you bluff, trying your best to keep your head with how his tip is brushing against your sweet spot oh so sweetly. “Keep trying to buck up and I’ll leave you here to take care of your little predicament yourself.”

“No!” he pants out, frenzied. “No, please, darling, don’t go, I’ll do anything, I’ll be good for you, please-”

“Yeah?” you say, grin feral as you pick up your pace even more. You’re barely able to get words out anymore, but he’s certainly not faring any better. “G-Gonna be good for me? Gonna- hngh, fuck! - fill up my pretty pussy, give me your- ahn- give me your babies?”

He nods, hand fumbling to rub at your clit. His fingers are mean, out of control, but the rough feel of his fingers against your clit is delicious nonetheless. Your head falls forward, and your hips get frantic, pace inconsistent as heat coils in your belly. 

“Close, ‘m getting close-” you moan out. “Need you to cum with me, make me full, can you do that for me?”

“Mhmm, anything for you, love,” he says, eyes fluttering shut as he loses himself to the feeling of your gummy walls around him. “Love you, love you so much, please, can’t hold on much longer, need to cum- oogh, fuck!”

With a soft ahn, ahn, ahn, you’re cumming around him, grinding your clit down into his hands as he cums, shooting his seed deep into you. You can’t help but keep grinding down, dragging your orgasm out as long as possible. You shakily drag your hips to a stop, head falling forward to knock with his. You let out a soft breathy laugh as you swoop down to kiss him again, his cock finally starting to flag inside you. As you move to get up, he grabs your waist, wincing as he holds you on his cock.

“Sorry honey, ‘m still sensitive,” he whimpers, twitching out a few more spurts of gooey cum into you. “Can- can you sit here, for a little longer?”

“Of course, Ken,” you say, smile soft as you place a kiss against his temple. “Whatever you need. Are you feeling better?”

“A little sore, for sure,” he notes, eyes roaming up your body. “Though you’re probably hurting too, is there anything I can do for you?”

You bark out a laugh, shaking your head. Really is such a gentleman, you think as you struggle to control your face. After all that, he’s worried about me?

“I’m okay, Ken, I wasn’t the one hit with a curse, after all,” you note, hands absentmindedly running up his sides. He smiles up at you, eyes heavy with exhaustion, and pulls you down into him.

“Hey, we need to clean up-”

“Just a second, darling,” he says, yawning as he speaks. “Just need a second to hold you, that’s all.”

You melt against him, knowing that you weren’t going anywhere any time soon. As his breath steadies and he drifts under you, you trace circles on his chest, letting your heavy eyes fall closed, too. He’s right, just a second…

– – – 

You wake up with a jolt to a banging on the door, a chorus of voices on the other side.

“Nanamin, I heard you got hit by a curse, are you okay??”

“Be quiet, Itadori, he’s probably trying to rest.”

“Shut up, Fushiguro, you don’t know that-”

“Will both of you shut up?? Either way, he’s definitely awake from all the racket you’re causing-”

You groan, tuning them out as you rub the sleep from your eyes. You glance up at your boyfriend, disagreeing with Nobara - Nanami was still asleep, a little bit of drool coming out of his open mouth. You cringe as you sit up, every muscle in your body burning in protest as you disentangle yourself from Nanami. You wince as you slide off his cock, his release trickling down your leg as you make an attempt to gather dress yourself. Nanami finally stirs awake, groaning softly as his bleary eyes peel open. His eyes find yours as your fumble through the clothes on the floor, throwing his pants to him. He rubs his eyes and rolls to sit on the edge of the bed, watching you intently.

“We need to get dressed,” you say, voice scratchy with sleep. “The kids want to see you.”

“Mm, they can’t wait a little longer? I want some alone time with my wife now that I’m feeling better.”

“Your wife?” you say, grinning at him. “I know I gave you a good time, but you gotta put a ring on it first, mister.”

He laughs, pulling you against him and burying his head into your stomach. Your fingers come up to play with his hair, and he breathes you in, for a second.

Soon, he thinks. Soon I’ll put a ring on that finger.

Word Count: 2675

[stargazerdaisy]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen

Additional Tags: Post-Episode: s02e11 Day of Death (The Rookie), Healing, Emotionally and physically, tim is emotionally constipated, and lucy is dense at first

Summary:

But now he was faced with the aftermath. The cost of getting her back had been high, for her most of all...It seemed like the worst injury, at least physically, that she was leaving with had happened well after Caleb was dead.

At least three of her ribs had broken or popped out of place when she was given CPR. He broke them when he performed CPR. And now she was wincing and turning away from him in pain.

It was all his fault.

Tim struggles though his guilt at seeing Lucy in pain, after her rescue from Caleb. Bit by bit, day by day, as she heals physically, he heals emotionally.

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I'm currently in my senior year of high school!

Fandoms are mixed atm!

I censor words bc I hate the idea of ppl in the main tags/friends finding this blog wah,,

I have social anxiety and get very overwhelmed easily

I don't post a lot due to school and burn out but I am trying!!

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Requests are open!! I will do silly doodles and hcs! :]

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Below will include a masterlist links to fics, headcanons and the character interps I will create as this blog continues:

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Fics:

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Safe in your mother's arms [lee!tweek/ler!mrs. tweak]

Sunny days are ahead [lee!craig/ler!laura tucker] {coming soon!}

Little "tickle me emo" [lee!firkle/ler!pete, henrietta, michael] {coming soon!}

The gnomes won't get you, but we will! [lee!tweek/ler!main 4] {coming soon}

Rid the demon, youth pastor [lee!imp tweek/ler!youth pastor craig] {coming soon!}

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nothing here to post yet

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My character interps

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Why my tweek has an eye scar