#felt not entirely relaxed but at the same time safe! held! looked out for! by the land and river

[ancat-dubh]

harvest moon over the marshes + nighttime canal walk, 18 September

[triannel]

I just read the "Anatomy" and I love it! Can we please have Reader do the same thing too to Bill???

I was actually thinking of making the part two with this idea in mind, so since you've asked, here's the part two for 'Anatomy'.

Previous

-Being vulnerable is a luxury Bill can't seem to afford right at the moment. He can't exactly grasp the idea of just letting loose once in a while for the sake of it. Although he may be a very powerful being, he can't exactly say that he's always 100% safe, well he can, but he'd be lying.

-Just as conveyed before, he just can't exactly comprehend the idea of being vulnerable with someone.

-Well, physical vulnerability is one thing, but emotional and mental vulnerability is something else entirely. Any of the both is something he'd rather not let anyone see, he can't let anyone take advantage of him on any occassion, but he might still let you inspect him...just don't expect him to be obedient though.

-Although he might let you get closer to him emotionally and even mentally, but he will only do that when he does have some sort of bond with you of course. Another reason why he would open up is if he wants something from you. He will open up, if he wants to gain a closer connection to you in order to attain his wants.

-But what if, Bill one day chose to be open to you. To finally let himself relax a little and just let you examine him for your curiosities sake. What if Bill did choose to be in a vulnerable position, considering how you've been treating him, he might or might never do so.

Top hat and bow tie off, Bill sits comfortably. He doesn't really remember when was the last time he felt like this, comfortable, vulnerable, and strangely calm.

After only a few seconds though he quickly contemplates if he should just back out, but the thought soon gets interrupted as you sit down in front of him. Without your jacket, and with folded sleeves, you kneeled both of your knees in front of him.

Smiling at him, you assure him that you won't do anything that could cause harm or anything that would be uncomfortable.

Starting at the tip of him, you hesitantly and gently start to slide your fingers on his side, testing if the brick pattern on him is authentic, soon enough you discover that it does feel just like bricks, but the longer you held him, you felt heat resonate from his body as he spoke.

"You know you could have just held a brick wall under the burning sun today." He spoke, gazing down at you.

Smiling sheepishly, you answer back, "Well, it wouldn't really be you."

Soon though, his surface started to feel strange and quite off-putting. Once you felt a nerve pulse, you retracted your hand, making Bill laugh for a moment, well, I hope you weren't expecting him to be obedient.

Continuing forward, your hands gently touched his arms. Touching one, it felt fuzzy but warm, was this felt? Why is it fuzzy? Or was he purposefully morphing his skin again?

There wasn't much you could do to his arms though, but then an idea suddenly popped up. Though you were a bit too intimidated to initiate, but even with hesitation screaming on your mind, you decided to just interlock your hand with his.

Taking his hand, you lift yours up as well and close it with his. He has small fingers, but it was still doable.

Doing this, Bill was just silent for a moment, but when you pulled back, he wasn't letting go. "Bill...?" You asked in confusion.

For a moment, he just gazed at your interlocked hands, then lightly, he squeezed you hand. Before letting it go back to what it felt abd looked like a moment ago.

Pulling back, his hand suddenly elongates towards the direction you're pulling, his hand still not letting go.

Oh dear. Once more, you spoke his name, snapping him out of some trance he looks at you as you stood up with his hand still interlocked with yours. Pulling it seemed to only make it worse as his grip strengthened further. But after the second time you pulled, he let go.

Stretching your hand, you raise an eye brow as he just grins cheekily up at you.

Choosing once more to continue, you once more kneel down in front of him. Since he has a small frame, there's nothing much to explore. His legs are an entirely different thing that might be inappropriate to prod, but his eye may also be the same.

So choosing to just look, you give him a warning.

"I'm just going to look into your eyes okay?", you tell him, with a smile.

(Bill's Perspective)

As you start to gaze at him, he gazes back to you. Watching you, he sees how concentrated your eyes are at his own. Like two lovers, you both just gazed into each other's eyes.

You're... interesting, he thought. Despite all the shenanigans he might be up to, and could bring you into, you still choose to come back. Even right now, it shows how you want to learn more about him.

Gazing back to you, he couldn't help but feel his heart flutter slightly faster than he liked. Looking at you, his gaze once more fell to your own as he sees your beautiful eyes. At the corners of your mouth, he could see a small but quaint smile, making him feel even more mushy inside.

However, just when he thought it couldn't get any worse though, he started to feel your hands on his sides. It seems you're bending towards him to get a better look.

Through the way he perceives it though, all he notices is the way his back is touching the couch and how close you are.

He was starting to burn up by this point, but it seems you don't really notice as your hands stay in place. Before he could do anything though, you stopped and unfortunately pulled away.

After what felt like an eternity for him, (only a few seconds passed), you unfortunately finally leaned back. Relaxing, he looked back at you once more, now glowing a bit brighter than before.

"Are you okay..?" He hears you ask him.

"Yeah! Course I am! Jeez, you worry too much toots" he answers, not fully aware of how bright he's glowing and how he's slightly sweating on his side.

[skrrts]

the bus at 11:17PM (oneshot)

✧ gn!reader x yunho ✧ genre: non-idol, slice of life, crush on a stranger ✧ word count: 1,6k

every thursday, you wait with a handsome stranger for the bus at 11:17 pm. today, you intend to finally approach him.

a/n: how to write drabbles? this was meant to be short but oh well. thank you yuyu for all those pictures

As you stepped outside of the building, your gaze went up to the night sky, and you admired how the rain clouds had vanished, the moon shining boldly, fighting the fake lights of the city.

“I guess I won’t need that one,” you said, dropping the small umbrella into your bag and stretching a little.

Taking a long language class every Thursday after work was still challenging, your lazy nature asking why you couldn’t just go home early instead of trying to learn a language you had been interested in for years.

All your attempts to teach yourself with YouTube videos had failed horribly.

“Y/N, are you sure you do not want a ride home? I really do not mind taking a detour, it’s late.”

Yeosang’s pretty face appeared next to you, leading you to look back at him.

You shook your head, smiling: “No, it’s okay. I like taking the last bus; it’s nice to ride without all the crowds I deal with every morning. And besides, I really do not live too far away, it’s just ten stops, and I will be right at my apartment complex.”

There was a small hint of worry. The two of you sat next to each other in language class, and he had been a great help, far more advanced than you were after years of failed self-study.

“Alright, get home safely. I’ll see you next week,” he bowed and waved before turning around to follow the other students to the parking lot.

You were a little surprised to learn you were the only one who did not have a car. It just didn’t feel convenient in the middle of a large city, not to mention the costs tied to it — money you’d rather invest in something you enjoyed.

Then, there was another reason. As you walked to the nearby bus station, you could feel your heartbeat increase and held your breath in anticipation as you stepped around the corner.

It was on the day of your first language class that you saw him for the first time, waiting for the same bus as you. The tall and handsome stranger looked up and flashed you a sweet smile before focusing back on his phone that day. You felt silly and shy for glancing at him the entire time, even when you reached your station and had to go.

Then, you told yourself it was fine — who didn’t do that with a stranger? But to your delight, he was there every Thursday, waiting in silence not too far from you.

His presence was comforting. The street was quiet and empty, but with him there, you felt safe. It sounded strange, considering you didn’t know anything about this man. Maybe it was his tall frame or the way he was so relaxed, giving you a feeling of security.

He was always dressed casually but still elegant, and you wondered if he worked somewhere around here, spending hours imagining what kind of job he held.

Your language class was about to end in three weeks, and you knew you were likely running out of time. If you intended to learn at least his name, you finally needed to find the bravery to approach him.

Your heart skipped a beat as you could see him standing there once again! He was looking good today too. White and black suited him so well, but this was the first time you saw him wearing glasses. Did he need them? Was it a choice of style?

Your bus always left at 11:17 PM; you had about fifteen minutes to change your life!

Fine, you just tried to hype yourself up to finally find the courage to do something.

Unlike all those other Thursdays, you decided not to sit down but instead stood quite close to him, looking casually at your watch like you actually just wanted to check the time.

While you used a backpack because it was simply more convenient, you carried one of your language books around today, hoping it would make you look just a little more interesting.

All those scenes from your favorite romance series flashed into your mind, where the protagonist just stood cutely at the station and the romantic interest would approach them just like that.

It would be ideal, but there it was again — your imagination running wild, just like when you thought how nice it would be to learn another language but didn’t manage without the help of a teacher.

You gave him a quick glance, but for some reason, the stranger was more engaged with his phone than usual.

He didn’t even give you that sweet and quick smile you had gotten used to because he always greeted you like that when you joined him, waiting for the bus in silence.

Did he ever think about that stranger who only showed up here on Thursdays? Was he maybe quietly asking himself what you were doing here so close to midnight?

Maybe it was better not to know; you would just be disappointed.

As you were lost in thought, you did not realize how your time was already up — not until the bus arrived, a little faster than usual. When it braked, the rain puddles splashed at you, covering not only your book but also your clothes.

The soft noise of surprise was followed by a hiss, and you stared at your outfit.

You intended to approach him today, so you had put more effort into your appearance, wearing some of your favorites pieces, which were now covered in dirty rainwater.

For a moment, you fought back tears, now embarrassed by how you had imagined your life turning into a silly romance movie when you should be more mature than that.

What made you think this would work?

“Are you okay?”

The voice next to you was foreign, but when you turned around, you saw the stranger looking at you with worry. The bus driver hissed to get in if you didn’t want to stay.

Your crush gave the old man a small glare before he quickly smiled at you, indicating for you to get in. After a moment, you blinked but hurried inside. The doors shut, and the bus station was slowly disappearing.

The stranger was standing beside you, pulling out a package of handkerchiefs from his bag.

“Here, it probably won’t help much with the clothes but the book.”

You stared at it, blushing.

“Oh, yes! Thank you!”

You accepted it with a slight bow and tried to clean off your book, you felt his gaze still on you. As you looked up, he offered a soft smile.

Realizing you did not answer his question yet, you said, “I am okay. It was my fault… I should not have stood so close to the street.”

But he was quick to shake his head.

“No, he drove too fast; it wasn’t your fault. He should be more mindful. Here, let’s sit.”

Your cheeks were red, and you weren’t sure if the heat was from being shy or embarrassed, but your body just acted, and the two of you settled on two of the seats.

“I have seen you a few times; I guess you visit the language school nearby? Ah, I am Yunho, nice to meet you. I believe you get out at Parkroad Station?”

You were surprised to learn that he did pay attention, not only to what kind of book you carried or that he did notice you after all, but also which station was your destination.

“Oh yes, I am almost done though; there are just two more lectures and it will wrap up. I was thinking about taking the next level entry though!”

Your words were rushed, and he chuckled.

“Learning a new language is good fun! I’d encourage it if you are enjoying yourself.”

He really was sweet, trying his best to cheer you up although you were strangers. Finally, you offered him your name and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

This wasn’t how you had imagined approaching him, but now you were just glad the two of you finally talked.

“I … noticed you too, but I admit, I was too nervous to say hi. It was nice; I felt safer waiting for the bus so late, knowing I’d not be alone,” you mumbled softly.

Yunho seemed surprised before smiling back.

“Same here. We always have a team meeting on Thursdays, but I am the only one without a car… it’s nice to know I am not alone taking the bus.”

“Oh, I feel that! Everyone at my language class takes a car except for me.”

The two of you laughed, but you realized your station was coming up soon.

Yunho looked at you before opening his bag again and pulling out his business card. You weren’t surprised to see he was head of his department — he really seemed to be kind and smart.

“It’s late, and you should get home, dry up, but maybe … we could meet for a coffee? You could tell me more about your lessons and how you like the school. I was thinking about studying a new language myself.”

You carefully put it between the pages of the book.

“I will make sure to text you my number once I am home… and I’d love that. I’m off on weekends, whenever you are available.”

“Same here. I will call you tomorrow?”

The two of you looked at each other with a smile before your station was announced, and you pushed yourself up.

“I am looking forward to it,” you bowed, and this time, you were quite sure to see how his ears were just a little red.

As you stepped outside of the bus and turned around, Yunho had moved over to a window seat; he was waving to you until you were no longer in sight.

“Wait… is that a date?!”

[alatusprinz]

"beatitude" - xiao x f!reader

genre : smut - word count : 1.8k

summary : first time with xiao .

 warnings : sexual content, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, fingering, biting etc

MINORS DNI.

“is this okay, xiao?” you whispered softly as you softly ran your fingers on his neck, pulling him in gently to plant a tender kiss on his lips. you were slightly concerned if he was pushing himself for your sake, from how his elbow slightly shivered next to your head as he held his body weight on top of you. his hold on your waist was almost hesitant and cautious, all the more intensified by how flushed his fair face was illuminated by the blue moonlight. 

“i want to… with you… want to try for you” xiao replied in an equally soft voice, his hand gently cupping your cheek and pressing the softest kisses over your cheeks and lips. his lips remained pressed to yours for longer, his breathing getting heavier as his hand pushed your face to his closer as he all but poured his entire affection into the familiar act of kissing as you’ve shared hundreds of times before. and even a simple kiss was enough to overwhelm him sometimes, making you worry if he was perhaps uncomfortable with the rush of emotions and sensations he was undoubtedly new to. 

before you could say another word, you gasped and held your breath instinctively when his hands slowly travelled down and rubbed your thighs, treating you like a divine archon he's vowed to worship. and in a sense you were, he had decided from the day he saw you that he’d protect you, keep you from harm and keep the prettiest smile he’s seen in his millenniums-long existence safe and sound. keeping you happy was his greatest desire and if both of you wanted to share your love and feelings in such intimacy, he had absolutely no reluctance to give you all of him. 

“you seem nervous too, love” he whispered gently as he kept his hand over your thighs still.

“is this okay?” he repeated your words as he caressed your body gently, making you shudder and nod almost eagerly. after all, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been waiting for this moment for quite a while now.

“do you need me to take lead, xiao?” you caressed his cheek and pressed your lips on his forehead to hopefully ease his tension and it visibly worked when he closed his eyes and savoured the feeling of your tender kiss. he shook his head and kissed your lips sweetly again as he gently held your thigh up and placed himself in between your legs. 

“no, want you to relax and… enjoy” enjoy me- in truth he wanted to say but held his tongue in slight embarrassment. his words made your cheeks flush slightly, the heat of the moment making you dizzy. 

“my love…” xiao’s slightly gruff voice purred in your ear as he placed kisses over your neck, all while you held tightly to his shoulders, pulling him in closer. you didn’t even realise when you two had become fully bare, too caught up, drunk on the feeling of xiao’s warm hands worshipping and caressing your skin, leaving a trail of flames, a surge of electricity everywhere he touched. 

xiao felt slightly conflicted on what to do and looked at you for guidance bashfully, all while his amber eyes took in the sight of your bare beauty in its divinity. his gaze was not subtle, he possessively drank in the sight, his cheeks flaring a rosier shade of red as he almost groaned in bliss from the sight alone.

noticing his slight hesitation, you gently grabbed his hand and guided his hand to touch your dampening heat, letting his slightly calloused fingers drag over from your entrance leading above. it was more or less of an accident when he pushed his fingers down experimentally, flicking your swollen clit harshly. your body tensed and trembled at the unexpected contact, and xiao’s eyes widened in concern. before he could ask if he hurt you, you bit your lip and guided him to move his fingers a bit more on the same spot, and his breath hitched when you let out a soft sigh of pleasure. 

his words were stuck in his throat when he finally got a hang of dragging his fingers over and circling around your clit, your wetness making an embarrassingly effective lubricant to his experimental movements. you shuddered in pleasure the more he grew confident in touching you, focusing intensely on your reactions and the slightest facial expressions. he was making you feel this pleasure, he was making you gasp and moan so sweetly- he gulped at the realisation. his sharp golden eyes observed your face more, drinking in the sight of your lips trembling and making the prettiest sounds, and he couldn’t help but let out a similar groan of pleasure just from seeing you like this. you reached out to grab his wrist and lead his fingers inside, the dampness making a squelching sound when you shivered from his two fingers stretching your velvet walls. 

xiao’s gaze darkened as he held his breath when you led his movements, quietly following your words on what you liked. his fingers weren’t thick, but when he added a third finger and pushed in deeper until his digits were fully inside, your back arched as he felt your walls fluttering and clamping down around his hand. his slender fingers reached deep inside of you, every movement brushing deeper as he greedily stared at the sight of your face twisted in pleasure, alluring him more. 

“you’re so beautiful…” xiao whispered in adoration, his voice and body leading your mind to another dimension where only the two of you existed in the vast world. his fingers curled and you whimpered when he slowly learnt what you preferred, focusing on moving his fingers to the spot that made your eyes roll back and cling onto his shoulders more. you pulled him close to him and kissed his lips needily, and he immediately reciprocated as he kept his motions steady and brushing over your sensitive spot every time you tightened around his fingers. 

you whimpered and held his wrist again, stopping his movements. 

“xiao, please- i can’t wait, need you” you muttered and xiao could swear that his body heat rose just from your sweet words alone. he let out a sigh of pleasure when you hastily pulled him in closer and placed his length in front of your entrance, looking into his eyes as you experimentally rubbed his tip over. 

xiao couldn’t find the right words to say, so instead he leaned in and captured your lips hungrily again, the heat growing your bodies burning hotter every moment. when you nodded softly in consent, he felt his tension slowly heighten as he quietly enjoyed the moment more. your vulnerability, your voice, expression and your hold on his shoulders tightening now and then, his gaze darkened and clouded over with insatiable desire every time you graced him with your beauty. he needed more, he needed to have you or else- he’d go insane. 

he carefully placed his hands on your hips and held on tight as he pushed into your eager entrance slowly. your heart pounded against your ribcage as you shuddered and felt his girth stretch you to fit him inside, his size being much more than you had initially expected or even experienced before. your hold on xiao’s shoulder got tighter as he pulled your body closer and continued pushing himself in, his breath shuddering at the unfamiliar overwhelming feeling of warmth and tightness. he almost felt his consciousness fade away from just burying himself into you halfway through, he didn’t know anything even quarter close to how blissful you felt. 

your body trembled slightly when you felt his pelvis press against your heat, indicating that he had fully pushed inside your snug heat. you sighed in relief when you felt all of him, his cock almost forcing your tense walls to accommodate his size. neither of you said anything as the intense sensation clouded your minds, overwhelmed by the feeling of your bodies connecting.

xiao gently placed his hands on your face, cupping your cheeks as he kissed you slowly. he gently rocked his hips into you as his lips moved in sync with yours, his hold tightening on your jaw when he felt a surge of pleasure overwhelm him every time he made the slightest movements. he stared at you with a soft and vulnerable gaze, he truly adored that you trusted him enough to share such an intimate moment with him. his heart swelled uncontrollably with pride and love, as he slid his arms below you and hugged him close as he rolled his hips gently so as to not overwhelm both you and himself. you leaned your cheek closer to him and placed soft kisses on his ear and jaw as he buried his face into the space between your neck and shoulder, groaning subtly from the pleasure that seemed otherworldly. you were perfect for him, you felt so perfect and right, and he hugged you closer every time he slowly moved himself in and out. you hugged him close in response, not bothering to hold back the soft moans of bliss every time he moved sensually inside, his veiny length creating a blissful friction against your velvety walls. 

your mouth fell open and a louder, high-pitched moan escaped your lips when he unexpectedly bit down on your shoulder, suddenly picking up the pace as his hips snapped inside of you at a steady pace rather than rocking gently like before. xiao breathed heavily and let out low groans as he lost himself and moved as his body pleased, sinking his teeth into your tender skin more. you moaned louder at the feeling, your nails digging into his back as you pulled him in closer, deeper into you. 

‘i love you, i love you’ - the three words repeated nonstop in xiao’s mind as he claimed you pridefully, kissing and licking the spot he bit to hopefully ease the pain he unintentionally caused in the heat of the moment. he wanted to say it out loud, show you how proud he was to have you like this, let you know how much he craved you in all your glory but the snug feeling of your tightness clenching around him uncontrollably wouldn’t let the right words leave his lips as only breathless moans escaped.

he didn’t notice know how noisy he was being until you crashed your lips against his, swallowing both of your moans as his thrusts become more and more ferocious, led only by carnal desires clouding his every thought. xiao was speechless, his mind a blur the longer he spent moving inside of you. all he could see, smell, touch and hear was you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. you felt like pure heaven, a bliss, his safe haven in his painfully long existence- his darling lover taking him in so well, making him fall deeper in love, absolutely hypnotized. he felt himself grow addicted to your taste, savouring your lips greedily as his movements fastened, brushing deeper into you every time. you moaned breathlessly as he ravaged your body, feeling him slip in and out, rubbing your insides just right making you lightheaded.

he silently thanked the archons for gracing him with an angel like you, and he vowed over and over again in his head that he would protect you, keep you safe and sound, happy beside him- the only place he’d ever want you to be. 

[sanjisblackasswife]

Let’s Talk About: Soft Sex with Toji (NSFW/FLUFF)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

A/N: Just like hoe Gojo I’m also sick of reading hard/mean Dom Toji man😩 Toji being soft seems so much more fun and more memorable! So here.

There are many things you have come to known about Toji and that is that he isn’t the type to express his feelings with words, but rather with actions. Once you have caught on to this earlier in your relationship with him you started to understand why it wasn’t often he’d throw you a “I love you” or “ I miss you” text, or he wouldn’t always bring you home flowers, he really wasn’t always domestic as you would have thought, but moreso him staying up late until you got home safely or holding you close in from of him when you both are walking on a busy street, picking up your favorite snack and throwing it at you saying “Didn’t you like these gross things?”

You knew of some of his past. Being tossed to the side and treated horribly as a Zenin, and that he had a child he gave up. You never pushed him to talk to much if he didn’t want to, and he appreciated you for this. He actually knew that you’ve been probably the most understanding woman he has ever come across. You never tried changing him, fixing him, accepting that he doesn’t want to get married yet or judging him but accepted his entire package and he knew he had to make it up to his good girl so that’s how you ended up in the position you’re in now:

Toji had on nothing but his pants kitten licking your nipples as your naked body was dwarfed under him. You gripped his strong arm, fingers tracing over the veins popping out of it down to his forearm. His lips were soft on your skin.

“Feeling Good, doll?” He teased in your ear cutting you off from a soft moan that was escaping, cutting off your premature thoughts about him kissing you at the same pace between your legs. “Relax though, we just started.”

Feeling the weight of the bed shift you held yourself up on your elbows closing your thighs to watch him take the rest of his clothes off, but he tsked and held your left thigh tightly, “Keep them open. I wanna look at you.”

You did as told squirming a bit at the exposure, but you enjoyed the soft demands he was giving you so much.

Tonight felt a bit different. If it were any other night yours probably already be in your 2nd orgasm under his tongue, but Toji greeted you tonight from work with sweet kisses down your cheek and neck whispering to you to follow him upstairs. He usually tears off your clothes but instead he went slow landing his lips on every new part of exposed skin when he took off another piece of clothing off you.

He was gentle.

Toji finally freed hisself from his pants and it seems like he has been enjoying going slow as well considering his cock was already leaking of precum and blushing.

“T-Toj…” you seen him crawl towards you with a soft gaze. For the first time you felt a small fire under your belly for him to go faster. Almost as if he read your mind he crashed his lips into yours holding the back of your head.

“We have all night, y/n…no need to rush.”

His voice was so tender on your lips, it nearly scared you but you smiled back holding his cheeks to nod back okay.

Toji dipped his head down adjusting you under him so his cock just barely grazes you cunt making you gasp.

“‘M ganna…” He sucked and kissed each of your breast,

“Make you…” he went lower to your tummy kissing and licking almost each stretch mark you had,

“Feel…” he got to your little Fupa and kissed it as well,

“So good..” he got to your thighs and nipped at them looking back at you with his piercing green eyes. You can see his scared lip curl with satisfaction before he closed them to lick from your inner thighs up to your ankle where his pretty golden anklet he got you with his name on it dangled by his ear.

“You deserve to feel good, baby.”

His tongue was so hot on your cold body from being out and naked for so long you let out a soft moan.

Toji went back down and held himself up with one elbow keeping your left leg open and winked at you, before rubbing wide circles on your clit with two fingers.

“Mmmm…” your eyes were shut biting your lip. His thick fingers felt so good swirling inside your folds. He knew just which area to touch to make you melt in his hand.

He bit his lips watching you lowly pant grinding your hips into his fingers. He sucked them to taste you a little then stuck his thick digits inside you hearing a squelch noise.

“You like that?”

“Mmhmm…”

“Speak up for me, sweetheart.”

“I love it..”

His cock twitched hearing your pretty soft voice, he felt like it was long enough and you needed his mouth.

“Oh Toji…” you breathed out moving upwards on the bed. He didn’t let up keeping his lips latched onto yours holding back one leg.

“‘M ganna push your leg back deeper okay…wanna get deep inside you, baby…”

His tongue moved back and fourth in your twitching walls clenching when he left to flick the tip of his wet muscle on your clit. You had no choice but to arch your back whining at the intense feeling, he really knew how to work his mouth when he isn’t talking shit to you.

You ran your fingers through his hair, lightly pulling on his scalp whenever he lightly brushes the tip of your clit.

“Toj…I’m so close…” Your eyes were shut, panting out your mouth, the noises of his tongue slurping and plunging into your pussy was all too much for you to handle.

“Look at me…” His voice was muffle still buried inside you. “Look at me when you cum.”

You used the last bit of strength you had left to look down and the sight was just too much to handle. Toji was looking right at you with his head leaned on your thigh opening and closing his eyes slowly as if each time he shut his eyes he got a better taste of you. He began groaning into your cunt, tugging at your clit with his lips before flicking it again making your right leg twitch on its own . His mouth was drenched in your arousal and his spit but it wasn’t until he looked into your eyes and winked is what made you cum.

“F—TOJI YES PLEASE RIGHT THERE!”

“Yes! Yes ! Yes! Mmmm!”

You actually squirted in his mouth which is a rare occurrence between you both.

Toji sat up on the bed on his knees between your legs and wiggled his index and middle finger on your swollen clit giving you time to start up another orgasm out of you.

“Come here baby, stick out your tongue…taste yourself.” You did as told and in an instant he spat in your mouth and sucked on your tongue to kiss you.

You began to moan in his mouth feeing his cock grind in between your still sensitive folds, “You ready, baby?” He asked with slight concern in his face. He really admired the mess he made between you and he adorned the fucked out look your already have from just his tongue.

“Mmhmm. ‘M ready, Toji.”

“That’s my girl.” He kissed your bottom lip feeling your breath hit his nose as you moaned out feeling his cock sink so deep inside you, “There you go, baby hold on to me okay?”

Toji paced himself looking down seeing how much your leg just kept twitching and shaking. The first thrust he gave you was hard and deep earning a groan out of him and a whisper of his name out of you.

He held your aching leg up and latched his lips back on to yours and kept pumping inside you with each thrust came a squelch and a whiny moan. Your senses were over flown feeling him be so slow and sensual. There was no degrading as usual, no begging for more, no teasing, just him making sure you felt every inch . Just him making sure you felt good.

Just Toji Making sure his baby girl knew she was loved.

You felt the approach so you started to clench down as a warning to Toji. “Cum with me, sweetheart..” His breathes were ragged with yours, spit connecting you both, your tits smothered against his chest barely being able to shake freely, with your tongue laid out your mouth and your eyes unfocused.

He lowered your leg to rub on your clit to continue to bring that powerful orgasm out of you.

“Toji..” you cried.

“I know baby I know just let go..”

“Toj—!”

“Good girl cum with me—ah! Cum with me baby.”

“Yes! Yes ! Toji! Ah! Toji! So good! So —ah! Good!”

“Fuck!”

He solidified the orgasm with a kiss slowing down his pace. Toji pulled back slowly to see your now drowsy eyes.

“Thank you, Toji.”

He laughed weakly at your accolades, peppering your face and breast with kisses.

“You deserve it.”

Even though this wasn’t something that would happen often, this was a Toji you could get used to.

[ccycloneblogging]

Ok I gotta ask. Has DogDay ever had a panic attack? How does CatNap comfort him?

I was originally going to draw a comic for this but...

I hope you don't mind a short fanfic in it's place.

Content Warning: Panic Attack (though it is brief).

You're mostly getting fluff out of this one.

Story under the cut!

It was almost noon - that much he knew. The dog always had a gift at being able to judge the time --- so long as the sun was up. Noon was the easiest to tell, as he would often feel the most energy the second the sun was at its peak.

Normally, it'd be a rush of excitement. Gathering his friends and seeing what sort of fun games they could play, or setting up a routine or two to make the children laugh.

Today... Today, he was far from PlayCare.

He sat down on the cold and stained floor of the factory, not entirely sure where his Angel was leading them... But, he trusted them.

They saved him.

They saved CatNap.

He would give anything to keep the human safe, and so he sat watch as they took a well deserved nap. They were peacefully curled up on their side, their face finally relaxed instead of the constant frown or look of irritation that he was familiar with.

Still... DogDay was certain he could see the good in them - in anyone, really. That's what he did best. Optimistic, forgiving, loyal. A true best friend - as by his own definition.

As he continued to watch the human, he could feel his energy rising. 12PM to the exact second.

He took a deep breath in, looking up at the disgusting ceiling.

He could easily remember it.

Looking up at the statue in the center of PlayCare, blood soaking his fur. Locking eyes with an elongated cat, it's dark eyes narrowed at him with a look of disappointment.

He remembers shouting something to the cat. Pain in his chest, tears stinging in his eyes. He remembers being grabbed by several arms that pulled him backwards and away from his beloved friend. Reaching for him, begging like the dog he was. Watching the cat's look change to a pained expression. His chest felt so tight at the thought.

He remembers kicking and screaming at no one, as it was the very first time he had been left alone. His lungs burning for air as he continued to beg and plead to an unseen force. Anything that would listen, that would bring them back. Being so tired, so hurt... He couldn't stand it anymore.

He remembers being so fed up, angry... He couldn't stop himself anymore. He remembers walking out in the open, screaming for the cat. The tug to his heartstrings as he saw the condition he was in. Starved, tired, angry... There was only one solution. Challenge him, make him see they're on the same side.

And he failed.

His lungs were on fire, begging for him to take a deep breath.

He couldn't.

His hands were gripped tightly around himself, only able to manage quick short breaths as his body violently shook. He felt like laughing, though it held no humor. He felt like running, but his body was locked in place.

He couldn't stop. The energy surged through him, no where to go. His neck, his wrists, his stomach... They stung, begging for the chains to be clamped around him again. It's what he deserved.

He earned his fate through inaction. He deserved the isolation, the guilt, the overwhelming smell of blood and...

Lavender?

He blinked, not realizing that his head had been tilted back downwards. He was now looking at CatNap, eye to eye.

The cat held a tired frown, the worry clear in his eyes as he gently wiped the tears from DogDay's face. He hadn't realized he had been crying, but he could feel the gentle stroke of CatNap's thumb across his cheek.

And...

He could hear it.

Underneath his own panic, he could hear the cat purring away. His chest rumbling as he leaned closer, sending the calming vibrations through his body as well. And still, hidden in the sound of the purr... A lullaby.

It was strained, as CatNap's voice was almost completely destroyed - thanks to the Prototype. But DogDay recognized the melody easily. A little tune the cat would sing to the children. A song that he would try to listen in on every single night.

Even now, though tired and pained, the cat's voice was beautiful.

DogDay's breathing finally began to slow as he focused on the cat in front of him. His panic slowly fading, only to be followed by the sickening realization that his left hand had been subconsciously yanking at the belt on his stomach. Constricting his body, adding to the pain in his lungs.

He felt ashamed.

It didn't last long, as CatNap gently pulled his head in closer. Just enough for their noses to touch and their eyes to meet.

The cat couldn't speak, but there was no need for words. Seeing that gaze, filled with worry, regret, and a touch of longing... No sentence could have made it more clear to the dog.

He smiled, his heart fluttering in a far more pleasant fashion this time as he basked in this moment.

Carefully, CatNap leaned forward, gently pressing his lips on top of the dog's snout. Short, simple, sweet. Yet, DogDay found himself being consumed by the amount of love he felt.

He couldn't stop himself, as that energy finally found a positive outlet. Without hesitation, he reached out for CatNap and placed his hands on either side of the cat's soft face. It only lasted a moment before he pulled him in, pressing their lips together.

It wasn't perfect, as he pulled him in a bit too fast. Their teeth clinked together, the angle a touch awkward, but... DogDay's tail wagged nonetheless. He felt like he was melting at the overwhelming taste of lavender.

He could feel CatNap's purring grow louder, rattling both of them as the cat wrapped his arms around him. He's certain CatNap could feel his own heart, thumping just as wildly as his tail.

CatNap slowly began to pull away, though he only managed a quick inhale before DogDay was on him once more. The dog simply couldn't help himself, pressing kiss after kiss across CatNap's face.

He could feel CatNap readjusting in his arms, slowly allowing the dog to drag him on to his lap. The soft purple fur pressed up against his body as CatNap's tail slowly wrapped around them.

DogDay was so engrossed in the moment, so content in his calming, cuddly kitty... He never wanted to let go. He absolutely wouldn't have considered such a thought.

...Until he heard the sound of someone clearing their throat.

CatNap immediately unwound his tail, ripping away from his grasp.

"...So, are we going? Or do you want me to give you some privacy?" Angel was sitting up now, that annoyed expression back on their face as they sat up.

CatNap gave a frustrated huff, his fur bristling. Meanwhile... DogDay simply looked away, able to feel the dopey grin that spread across his face. His tail loudly smacked against the floor.

"Oh! Um... Didn't know you were awake, Angel."

"I'll give you two ten minutes, but we really need to get moving." The human stood up, at least having some humor in their voice. "Just try to keep it down. I'd rather not overhear you two."

"Angel!" The dog gave another embarrassed laugh.

CatNap rolled his eyes on response, raising his hands as he began to sign.

"We can try to keep it family-friendly, but I cannot promise anything."

"Moonbeam!" The dog whipped his head toward the cat, his fur fluffed out.

Angel paused, blinking for only a moment before they raised their hands. Though their expression remained neutral, DogDay could easily spot the mischief in their eyes as they shockingly signed back to CatNap.

"Well. I won't come to save you if your little 'session' attracts unwanted attention. Best to keep it in your metaphorical pants, cat."

If DogDay's face was tinged from CatNap's words, he was completely red from this. All he could do was reach for his large floppy ears and cover his face. All of that previous energy had finally left his body, his mind now screaming for him to quietly go and hide.

Noon had most certainly passed, and DogDay had survived... Though he couldn't be sure he'd last long with these two around...

[starythewriter]

Jack Harlow X you- VMAS

TW: CREAMPIE. Breeding.

You step out of a black bently. Feeling the shiny exterior as you stepped out with Jack Harlow trailing closely behind you. He had a big bright flashy smile and so did you. The both of you decided to hold hands. Quickly you saw fans and paparazzi swirling all around you but you both kept walking to enter the VMAs. Today was a giant night one where you and Jack would see your dreams come into fruition, this night would mark a moment in history so life changing.

You and Jack made 2 different hit songs once was named “astronomy” this was a soft hiphop song mixed with some heavy rap. The cover had the both of you in it. This was the story of 2 lovers who loved eachother very much but who were spilt apart and trying to find eachother in almost you could say another life.

The 2nd song. Was called “Triángulo amoroso” which was somewhat reflective of what was happening to you as you were close with Jack at the same time you were near Maluma. You remember when Maluma took you out to date and you were both at a giant restaurant with an amazing rose garden.

You kept walking entering the vmas quickly rushing over and sitting next to Maluma. You and Jack held hands under the table smiling. “I’m excited I already feel like tonight will be just a great night especially because I’m spending it with you Jack”

“I know and by the way you look fabulous you went all out with your look.” Said Jack with a flashy smile he grinned from ear to ear feeling a little spicy already he wanted you all for him. “Thank you” you smiled slowly doing the triangle method with your eyes.

“Y- you… your so fucking… se- sexy” he stuttered loosing his composure. He smiled nervously quickly recentering himself tightening his grasp on your hand as you both watched the announcements.

“Next up is Triángulo amoroso best rap song of the year” they announced he got up you followed him as the both of you cheered and laughed.

You walked up with him holding hands “thank you so much. To my parents mom and dad I love you, to our DJs and producers to Jack Harlow… for just being amazing my people and being so welcoming. Thank you to all of the wonderful people on my team.”

You said with a bright smile “thank you Y/N and my mom, my dad. Thank you so much to the recording academy. Thank you to my friends and my entire family. Thank you to everyone who supported me and kept me safe.

This night has been a true honor and I wanted to give props to Y/N for the amount of support and hard work Y/N put into this record our producers and just everybody. I hope you all continue to enjoy our music and just know we have something special coming soon”

You both finished your speeches smiling and laughing heading off of the stage onto the afternoon party.

You walked toward a table, but Jack grabbed your arm “we’ve waited long enough darling” he whispered he pulled you closer to a stall and the both of you hid in there locking the door so no one could get into your secret stall.

“Ah-“ you heard Jack groan as you kissed him. You both made out you felt his smooth pale skin.

You slowly raised his shirt touching his bare V line making him gasp.

You kissed him moaning. He sat down on a chair you slowly grinded against him taking off your shirt, he slowly did the same kissing your stomach.

You moaned feeling hotter and hotter by the second. You both were exploring eachothers minds through your eyes.

You kissed him, he kissed you. You slowly took off your clothing along with him.

“Relax” he whispered slowly placing his cock inside of you. Making you moan loudly.

You started to kiss his neck, slowly leaving a HICKY he groaned making you moan,

“I love your groans” you said. Slowly riding him faster causing him to groan again. He stared into your soul as you both felt amazing…

You both felt almost as if you were in a whole new world among the stars in just pure pleasure.

You kept riding him you couldn’t stop… not that you wanted to. He once again groaned your name bucking his hips along with yours.

“You’re so tight” he said with a growl fucking you harder. You grabbed onto him the hardest you’ve ever done so, mentally claiming him as yours.

Almost as if he read your mind he whispered “I’m all yours” you moaned feeling horny… “I know…. You’re all fucking mine…. But act like it don’t just say it”

You said teasing him still piercing his back with your nails drawing out blood. He bucked his hips into yours even harder groaning endlessly into your ear.

“How about it? Someone can’t take this.” He said smirking as he fucked you ruthlessly you both moaned and groaned with no intend to stop,

You looked into his eyes feeling magic, you both went as fast as possible as you hit your peak… you both moaned eachothers names.

He grabbed your hand intertwining your fingers and kissing you “I’m yours forever”

“I know missionary Jack”

“Oh you haven’t seen missionary yet. Just wait” he whispered.

You both started into eachothers eyes feeling so much love.

“We almost created a whole new universe” you giggled teasing him. “I know…”

He said giggling.

The end

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fear Of The Known

Lucifer x Fem!Angel!Reader

|Chapter Twelve|

"You're serious?" Michael asks, still in shock by the news Y/n just gave him. Y/n nods her head. "I'm just as surprised as you are, but...Maybe this will do some good. At least now I won't feel like I'm being kept in the dark about certain decisions."

"Well...I can't say I didn't see this coming." Said Michael. "You are a very important figure in Heaven. Everyone looks to you for what the future will bring. I guess it only makes sense for Father to do this."

Before Y/n had left after speaking with God, after delivering news of a war on the horizon, and thankfully altering the future, God had proposed an offer to her.

'You want me to...what?' Y/n asks in disbelief.

'I wish for you to join my council. You will be present for most meetings, alongside my most trusted Angels. I believe it will be best to have you here, given it being such a...sensitive time. Adam is gone, and now one of Hell's Overlords have access to angelic weaponry.'

Y/n still couldn't believe this. Very few were apart of God's council, as he said, only his most trusted Angels stood by his side. And now, she had the opportunity to become of those Angels.

'What we choose to do next, will entirely depend on what the future holds. You could be there to guide us to the right path, and keep Heaven safe and untouched by evil. Do you accept this offer?'

Y/n never thought she would be given a chance like this. Yes, her future vision set her apart from many Angels. But she was still beneath so many Angels who held power of their own.

Now, she had the chance to join their side.

And so, graciously, she accepted.

"I guess we'll be seeing a lot more of each other from now on." Y/n smiles. Michael chuckles. "As if we don't already?"

"Only this time, it will be in a more professional setting." Y/n adds. "To think I'd be along side the best. And the most powerful...Hah. I already feel out of place, and I haven't even been to single meeting yet."

Michael places a hand on her shoulder. "You have nothing to worry about. You know those Angels as well as I do. We all view you with the same respect you view us with."

"Though none of them panic whenever they're around me. Unlike me, around them. You're the only one who I've ever felt comfortable with." Y/n tells him. Michael's smile soften, his heart flutters ever so slightly. He tries not to pay it any mind. "Oh? Not even Cassius?"

Y/n rolls her eyes playfully. "Well, no, Cassius is fine."

"Or Leroy?" Michael asks.

"Leroy is fine too." Y/n laughs. "See, that's two already." Michael says with a shrug.

"Yes, but I really mean Joel and Gabriel. Then of course, Leo. They're all so serious. And Azrael is...Azrael."

Michael laughs. “He is, isn’t he?” His laughter dies down as he places his hand on Y/n’s gently. “As intimidating as this all might be, I know you will do just fine. If father believed you could not handle such an important promotion, he would not have given it to you. And of course, I will be there with you too.”

Y/n smiles warmly. “Thank you Michael.”

“Now.” Michael starts. “I’ll be sure to wake you up early for the meeting tomorrow morning.”

“Tomorrow morning!?” Y/n gasps. “So soon!? Oh my goodness, I-I didn’t think-”

“Y/n, Y/n, calm down.” Michael chuckles. “It’s alright. It’s nothing huge, just a simple meeting about what’s to be done with the former exorcist angels.”

“I’m sorry.” Y/n sighs. “The exorcist angels…There was so many of them. What will they do now?” She asks. Michael shrugs. “That’s yet to be decided. Just try to relax. Everything will be fine.”

Everything will be fine. That's what Y/n had to keep reminding herself, that everything would be fine. With every step closer to the meeting, her anxiety spiked. But everything will be fine.

At least the people she'd be in that room with would not be total strangers. Some of them more intimidating than others, even if not intentionally. But still, familiar faces nonetheless.

And Michael would be there. That alone made the walk there slightly less nerve wracking.

Y/n slowed to a stop when she came across the two large double doors, on the other side, she could hear the faintest of voices conversing amongst each other.

She inhaled, smoothed out her dress, and opened the doors. Everyone's eyes were on her as soon as she stepped in. Y/n felt as if she would faint right then, the only thing keeping her composure was Michael and the God's temporary absence in the room.

Still, Y/n made herself look presentable and respectful of the angels before her. "Good morning everyone. How are you all today?" She asks with a kind smile.

Michael opened his mouth to speak first, but someone else beat him to it.

"Hi, Y/n! It's been ages since we last talked!" Cassius. They stood from their chair and walked towards Y/n, and taking her hands in theirs. "When I heard you were going to joining father's council, I almost couldn't believe it! Well, almost couldn't believe that you weren't invited sooner. You do play a pretty important part around here."

"Yeah, seriously. Pretty sure Heaven would have more than a few problems if not for your guidance." Leroy says.

"What matters is, she's here now." Said Michael. "And because of that, Heaven's future will be heading on the right path."

Y/n's smile became a bit more genuine. "I'll be sure to do my best."

"You better, otherwise we're all done for." Azrael teases, which earned a sharp look from Leo. "Enough, Azrael." He says firmly.

"Ah, lighten up Leo, I'm just playing around." Azrael leans back in his seat. "We all know she can handle it. I mean, she wouldn't have gotten this far if she were utterly useless right?"

"Azrael." Leo warns, but Azrael just laughs it off. "Come on, Y/n knows I have faith in her. Right?"

Y/n shifts awkwardly. "I hope so." She laughs lightly.

"Pay him no mind, Y/n." Gabriel spoke up. "You are here for a reason. Father believes you can better guide Heaven alongside us. Your gift of the seeing the future is special, it's important. You are important, to all of us, and to the countless souls of Heaven."

"Thank you, Gabriel. That means a lot." Y/n says with a warm smile.

Just then, the doors opened again, and in walked God with Galim at his side. Everyone became quiet as they stood from the seats as God entered further into the room. He took his place at the head of the table before speaking.

"Good morning everyone. I hope all of you are doing well. Let's get this meeting started, shall we?" He spoke. Everyone nods before seating.

There was a slight stretch of silence before God spoke again. "Now....What was the meeting about again?"

Galim, along with a few others sighed in defeat and slight annoyance. Did...Did he actually forget? Y/n watches in silence.

"The exorcist angels, your Heavenly Grace. We are to discuss what must be done with them." Galim tells God.

"Oh! That's right!" God chuckles. "Well, how about you take it from here then? I feel as if I need to be caught up again as well."

Galim nods before clearing their throat. "As you all know, there has been an army of exorcist angels that had been kept secret from Heaven for many years. An army only few knew about. Those being, the late first man Adam, his lieutenant Lute, and the head Seraphim Sera." They continue.

"The proposal was first discussed with Lucifer Morningstar. Once agreed by both him and Sera, Adam was given the ok to raise an army of exorcists, that would once every year, portal to Hell and slaughter it's inhabitants. All in hopes to keep Hell's population controlled."

"As of recent events, the council has decided to put an end to the exterminations along with the army. We have lost many souls to the exterminations, even if they were exorcists. Adam was among those souls." Galim looks to Y/n.

"And with the trusted guidance of Y/n, it was fated that any further exterminations would prove to lead to a terrible future for Heaven and it's people."

Y/n stiffened at the mention of her name, but she kept herself composed as Galim continues.

"Now, we must decide what is to be done with what remains of the exorcists."

"Very good Galim!" God claps. Galim awkwardly smiles.

Michael is the first to speak. "The exorcists won't fit into society so easily. Their whole lives, they had been trained to kill. Aggression and violence is all they know."

"Then what do you suppose we do? Lock them all away? There's hundreds of them." Said Gabriel.

"We could always have them banished to Hell." Said Azrael. "After all, they did go against Heaven by keeping their bloodshed a secret."

"Them, and Sera." Said Joel. "If Sera were not such an important figure, banishment would be a fitting punishment."

"Of course, that would spark panic amongst the civilians." Leo sighed. "There is nothing we could say to explain just why the head Seraphim was casted out of Heaven. Sera would be gone forever, regardless of what we say. And people will become suspicious. And their suspicions will lead to fear if they ever knew the truth."

"I believe we should try and give those exorcist a chance." Cassius speaks next. "One last chance to prove their souls are worth saving."

Y/n listened as they converse among themselves, she was unsure of when she should speak. But also, she was somewhat captivated by the council in action like this.

God took note of her silence, he raised his hand, and everyone quickly became silent. "Y/n? What do you propose we do?"

Y/n froze. What should she say? She didn't want those angels to be banished. She didn't want Sera to be banished either. But could they adapt to a new way of life? Would they even consider it?

"I...I do not particularly favor the idea of banishment." Y/n spoke truthfully. "However, I am unsure of what their reactions will be to fitting in with Heaven's society. Their violent tendencies, their bloodlust, all of it must disappear if they are to join within civilization. And I don't know how easy that will be for them or if they will even like the idea." She took a minute to think.

"I suppose I can look into the future for an answer." She suggests. God nods his head. "If you must."

Y/n closes her eyes, the path of the near future open ahead. In the future, she saw some of the angels agreeing to leave their life of bloodshed behind. But most...most will not comply. Which will lead to one of two things.

The angels who will not give up their old habits will spend eternity locked away from the rest of Heaven. Or...

Banishment. They will all be casted out of Heaven, and never return to Heaven's light.

Then she saw Lute. Y/n looked further to see what might become of her. Adam's death took a heavy toll on her, surely, she would choose to stick with what she has always known. Murdering demons.

However. That is not what Y/n saw for her future. Instead, Y/n saw Lute complying along with the few angels. Choosing a life in Heaven, free from the bloodshed.

Y/n opened her eyes, brows furrowed in confusion. It was that easy? Lute would go along with it just like that? Even after witnessing Adam's death at the hands of the very creatures she hates?

It was that easy?

"Y/n?" God spoke.

Y/n looked up. "U-Um." She cleared her throat. "Very few will agree to live freely with the other civilians of Heaven. Most must be locked away or banished. However, it is up to us to decide which it will be."

"Thank you, Y/n." God says before turning his attention back to the rest of the council. Y/n barely paid any attention throughout the remainder of the meeting.

She was too busy thinking about Lute, and the odd feeling she got whenever she looked into her future...

Suddenly the doors to the meeting room burst open. Shocked, everyone looked towards the entrance, and saw a frantic angel who panted every breath.

"Your heavenly grace!" The angel began. "I have urgent news from the head Seraphim!"

God narrows his eyes, but nods his head. "Go on." He tells the angel. They sucked in a lung full of air before delivering the news.

"A sinner has passed divine judgement and entered Heaven!"

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[koisuko]

Could I request reader as a cat, but with the mk 1 girls?

Absolutely! (Forgive me this is long overdue and has been sitting in my drafts, im slowly losing my passion and motivation for mk1 content im sorry jehfjsjf)

Pov: You are a cat (pt4)

how the mk1 characters react to you as a stray cat, one with an oddly familiar/fitting name

part 1, part 2, part 3, bonus

Tw: none, gn, platonic, kitty cat

Ft: Mileena, Kitana, Sindel, Li Mei, Tanya

Mileena

Ever since her mother past, even if her soul was safe with her father, she found it hard to find the time to grieve. It wasn’t the same, not being able to speak to her, hug her, learn from her. And now, the newly passed duties of empress was thrown on her by circumstance, taking up nearly her entire day.

When in the solace of her room, hidden away from prying eyes, even for just a moment, she would let a tear slip down her cheek. All the inner turmoil collected into that single drop, and staining the silky case of her pillow.

All the struggle was slowly healed when you came along, trotting happily into the castle with your tail held high. You were a stray, with your once soft black fur now dirty and matted. She took pity on you, feeling the need to care for you tugging at the strings of her aching heart. And so she did, finding an almost therapeutic rhythm when brushing your shiny coat. Upon finding the small tag dangling on your neck, she was baffled to see it read ‘Tanya’. She almost giggled at it, such a bizarre coincidence to find a gentle companion with the same name as her lover.

During the nights, when the peace and quiet is a luxury earned, she lays on her satin sheets in deep thought. You, her new found friend, curled into a small ball against her side. Your purrs vibrate through her waist, bringing out a soft sigh of content from her lips. “Thank you, Tanya,” she whispered, “you’ve done a wonderful job fending off the sadness that plagues me.” She gently stroked your back, reaching up to scratch behind your ears. Both of you, at peace even for a moment, slipped into a dreamless slumber.

Kitana

It was hard watching her sister, watching her lack the time to grieve, watching her suffer in silence and create a fake facade of happiness in front of the people. Kitana wasn’t as high status as her, so she could afford just a little time alone, something she was grateful for. If she could, she would take her place, even for a moment to allow her some freedom.

Even with the time she had, she still missed her mother greatly. It was too early, unnatural even for her mother to be gone. She almost felt lost, lacking her mother’s usual guidance and watchful eye was akin to a motherless fawn.

It had been a normal day, tending to duties, but a particularly sad day. A day filled with heavy sorrow, the stages of grief hitting Kitana like a train. Her sister is busy, tending to duties as a new empress, and this left her feeling empty and alone. Never the less, she kept a neutral expression through out the day, even a small smile for the cherry on top.

But as night came, she’d sit out in the courtyard, here eyes to the stars above. She’d whisper to the night sky, one prayer at a time, for the safety of her family and the palace. A sudden rustle of a nearby bush breaks her from her thoughts. She approaches with a perplexed expression, “who’s there?” No answer, instead, the bushes rustle once more in response. Kitana took another step closer, cautious and ready, her heart slightly racing with impending adrenaline. To her surprise, a small fluffy feline emerged from the shrubbery, tilting its head in her direction.

“Mreow,” you purred, a simple human translation to a hello. She lowered her stance, relaxing at the sight of you, “hello little one,” she cooed. You chirped in response, trotting over to rub against her legs, looking up with your big adorable eyes. She giggled, there is simply no resisting the pleading gaze of a friendly feline. As if she read your mind, she gingerly scooped you up into her arms, cradling you close to her chest. While doing so, her fingers grazed the hem of your collar, causing her to retract for a moment in surprise. When looking closer, the collar read ‘Sindel’ in a intricate cursive engraving. She gently traced the letters with her fingers, as if committing it to memory. Her eyes welled with tears, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She sniffled, nuzzling her face into your fur with a sigh, “I miss you, mother.”

Sindel

To be reunited with her husband was one thing, but to be inside his body as a spirit was another. Death wasn’t at all as expected, she felt the cold sensation and loss of feeling that came with it, but did not go to some whimsical after life. Considering the death of the forest of souls, there was no going there. A shame, really, she wanted to experience it for herself. But, considering she was with her husband once more, it felt safer than the forest.

The best she could describe it would be, feeling whole again, realizing a part of her that she was missing. She felt a strange connection between her and the other spirits there, as if a cord interlocked them at the core. Every feeling, every thought, it was all shared between them as a collective. Negativity didn’t exist, all the fear and longing she once felt, was gone now.

There was a place where everyone was a physical, walking around in a blank plane of white and fog. This is where she could be with her husband, reunited once again in pure bliss. The area was endless, even if you chose to walk continuously, you would never reach an end.

Sindel sat near the edge of the group, waiting for her husband to return once again. She looked off into the endless pool of white, deep in thought. She could see the memories of her past life, memories of her children, husband, and the kingdom. All the memories skimming over her brain like a slide show, all the way up to her untimely death. Reaching down, she gingerly caressed the wound where the katana had struck and killed her. She could remember the look of dread and sorrow on her daughter’s face, but proud was the only thing she could feel. Sindel could see the progress Mileena and Kitana have made through Jared’s eyes, and regardless if she could tell them or not, she was beyond overjoyed.

A sudden presence beside her lured her out of her trance. When she looked, she was surprised to see you, the spirit of a small house cat. It was unusual to see animals here, but never has it been unwelcome. Perhaps the others have not noticed you, as usually they would flock to an animal newcomer. She smiled down at you, admiring the beauty of your coat while you groom your paw in silence. You turned your head in response, looking up at her with one big eye, the other closed off as a token of your past life. You could sense that she was waiting, and decided to keep her company. You stood, stretching your back before trotting over to her. You didn’t hesitate, making yourself right at home on Sindel’s lap. There was no protest from her, instead, she placed a gentle hand on your back and stroked her fingers through your fur. It had been quite some time since you had been pet, your past life lacking the love and care you craved so much. If only Sindel had found you when you both were alive, she would surely take you in as her own. She scratched the top of your head, eliciting a soft purr of satisfaction from you. Sindel continued to wait for her husband, watching memories flow by, but this time with a new friend.

Li Mei

Li Mei practically watched Sindel’s daughters grow up from small infants to young women. She nearly felt her eyes well with tears, watching the coronation of Mileena through blurred eyes. Even if she gained the role through circumstance, she was still unbelievable proud.

It was unfortunate, downright depressing, losing the best friend she had just got back. After years of pleading with Sindel, working so hard to regain her trust after Jared’s passing, she had finally rebuilt the bond once broken. Only for the untimely death of her best friend, regaining her best friend’s husband in her place. Although, it was a relief to learn from Jared that she had safe passage to an afterlife of some sort. And, she was happy to hear that they were reunited, even if it was through failed dark magic.

After her promotion for her heroic acts, she felt alone and home sick. She felt wrong in the place as chief of imperial police, missing the streets of Sun Do where she kept peace for so many years. Now, she sat in her office as a newly reinstated first constable, mindlessly dragging the pen across parchment. She had taken up journaling, a simple way to vent out the everyday frustrations of police work, and to pass time on off days where crime was minimal. Paperwork from the days criminals had stacked neatly in the corner of the desk, a small lamp hovered over the various journal papers. She sighed, setting the pen down and leaning back in her seat. Stretching her back with a satisfying pop before making way to the exit of her office.

A sudden shrill shriek startled Li Mei, nearly sounding like a child screaming for help. At this time of night? She swiftly ran to a nearby alleyway where she was surprised to see the source of the sound was a cat fight between strays. One was much larger, covered in fluffy orange fur, and the other a small and scrawny brown tabby. The smaller one let out a meek hiss, while the larger one raised a paw ready to strike. You bolted behind Li Mei’s leg, having accidentally stumbled into the territory of a large Tom cat. He was aggressive, fiercely defending his home and potential breeding area, to which you wanted no part of and simply made your way here by curiosity alone. As the Tom cat made an attempt to run towards you, Li Mei stomped her foot, “hey! Quit the scuffle.” The Tom cat hesitated at first, giving you one last hiss before running back through the alley where it came from. Li Mei brought her attention to the small tabby hidden behind her, lowering to crouch beside you, “quite the predicament you got yourself into hm?” She brought her hand to your eye level, to which you gave it a gentle sniff. Paper, ink, and a small amount of roast lingered on her skin, remnants of her lunch eliciting a heavy pang in your stomach. “Are you hungry?” She frowned, studying the current state of your boney ribs and dirtied fur. You meowed, your eyes large in a pitiful beg for a scrap of satiation. She smiled, scooping you up in her arms, “let’s get some dinner in you little one,” walking back into the headquarters. She felt a strange fabric on your neck, the dirt covering making it nearly impossible to notice at first. Attached to it, was a small metal heart, rusted and covered in mud. Upon wiping it with her thumb, the words on it read “umgadi”. She giggled, “my past comes back to me.” From then on, you made several returns to her for food and protection, until eventually, you were adopted by her with open arms.

Tanya

When she wasn’t with Mileena, majority of her time was occupied by the duties of leader of the Umgadi. Being at such a high rank, and rebuilding the Umgadi from the ground up to be reformed from a few rotten apples, had kept her a very busy woman. Tanya made sure to thoroughly wring out every pupil to keep out the rats who conspire against both the Umgadi principles, and the kingdom itself.

Tanya stride down the hallways of the palace, her heels clicking against the pristine floors of the Umgadi barracks. She held an air of confidence, her head held high and eyes straight ahead. She smiled as the gentle snores of her sisters reached her ears, the peaceful sound of slumber fading slightly with every step. She had an objective in mind, her feet carrying her to the palace gardens where her lover waits.

Upon arriving, just at the entrance, two small cats walked side by side with their tails wrapped over each other. They seemed so peaceful, enjoying each other’s company under the starlit sky. She hadn’t meant to intrude, but once noticed by the two felines, one had bolted into a nearby hedge. The one remaining, a small calico, had looked at her with curiosity. You did not run, instead, you sat right where you were, to convey that you were not afraid. Tanya smiled, lowering herself to a crouch and reaching a hand in your direction, “it’s alright, I won’t harm you.” You sniffed the air, catching a whiff of her scent, the smell akin to a sunlit field of flowers with a hint of honey. You slowly approached, your neck elongated to sniff her outstretched hand without risking too much. She smiled, tilting her head with curiosity, “what’s your name, little one?” You lifted your head, just enough for her to catch a glimpse of a name on your collar. It read, “Mileena”. She smirked at the engraving, “what a beautiful name.”

[bloody-peach]

Alternate scene from 'The Sun Always Shines on TV (Hazbin Hotel: Vox x Reader)

@omniuravity @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered @neonvehk

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When Extermination Day came, you were just leaving the porn studio from a long night of doing re-shoots. The bell rang and you felt your heart sink. You tried to look where to hide, pushing your way through the screaming crowd. You pass by the electronics shop when you hear a familiar voice. "Y/N! Over here!" You turned and saw Vox's face on a screen. "Vox! It's time! Extermination Day! Oh my god, what do I do?!" "Listen to me, you're not too far from Velvette's place. Go to her place and stay with her there, she already knows to look out for you. I'll get there as soon as I can. Ok?" You nod, tears in your eyes. He sees your fear and says in a comforting voice before signing off, "It'll be okay, Y/N. I won't let them hurt you."

With that, you push through the crowd more and look around for Velvette. You knew where she lived, somewhat. Vox took you there a few times to get new clothes. But in this crowd, it was difficult to see. You see a few angels flying through the air, and you hoped none of them noticed you. "Y/N!" You turn and you see Velvette standing by a door, motioning you to hurry inside. You quickly go in, just barely missing being caught by an angel. You leaned on Velvette and gripped on her sweater. "Hey, hey, easy sweetheart, breathe," Velvette said calmly.

Velvette had you sit on her couch as she prepared some tea to help you relax. You were always able to rely on her for anything if Vox wasn't there. You got along great with her, she would call you things like 'darling' or 'sweetheart' and she soon ended up caring for you like a little sibling. Today was no different.

She sat next to you once she sat the cups at the coffee table and she held your hand and rubbed your back to comfort you. She had the news on which was broadcasting the entire event. You could barely hear Katie Killjoy talking to a ground reporter since you were still coming down from the adrenaline. You saw an announcer say 'this program was brought to you by VoxTek' and you had a horrifying thought.

Vox was still out there, trying to get to you. What if he gets caught and...

Velvette put her hand on your shoulder, breaking your train of thought. You look at her and see her smiling warmly, "Don't you worry, darling. Vox knows how to get past angels flawlessly. He'll be just fine." She did know Vox very well, so that did calm your nerves a bit.

But the bump on the door caused you to flinch and cling to her in fear, her holding you with a bit of that same fear. The door opened and closed, and then there were fast footsteps coming from the hallway. Could it be an angel breaking in? Whatever it was, it was quickly coming closer...

Vox ran into the room, panting and with a fearful look on his face. Before anyone could speak, you quickly got up and ran to him, hugging him tightly. "Vox!!" You cried. Vox grabbed you and held you, causing your emotions to crash over you as the adrenaline finally left you. "Shh, shh, it's okay now, Y/N. I'm here. You're safe. You're..safe..."

You could hear tears choked up in his voice and he hugged you tightly as you both dropped to your knees. He tried to hold back his tears, but he couldn't.

He could've lost you. When he heard the bells ring, he was so scared. He needed to find you and take you home. He couldn't lose you. He couldn't. Not you. He scanned every television in the district to find you and was so relieved when he did. He rushed out the door and ran towards the studio. And now that you were here in his arms, where he knew you were safe, he started to break down. His screen started to glitch and his audio started to skip as he tried to control himself. He was usually an narcissistic egomaniac, caring about himself, but when it came to you..it was all different. He needed you.

"Vox.."

"Y/N..please...stay with me...don't go...I love you..please..."

Those words made you cry even more, out of joy now.

"Vox...I love you too..."

"Y/N.."

After a few moments, Velvette said, "Aww, how sweet. About time you finally admitted it." This caused the both of you to stop crying, feeling a bit embarrassed. Especially Vox, he forgot Velvette was right there. "Well, now that you're here, best you stay for the night. I got a spare bedroom down the hall you can use. No need to thank me." Velvette touched your shoulder and smiled, happy for you. "Now get some rest, you two. You're both more strung out than a crackhead."

With that, you and Vox stayed the night and you both ended up forgetting about the world and what was happening outside and replaced the distant screams with panting, moans, and words of love.

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[ashprince-of-bel-air]

Treasure: Part 3

A few days had transpired since your incident with Caracalla, you had not been allowed to leave Emperor Getas chambers since the moment you saw him storm out, a fury upon him that could rival that of the God Mars. Geta had returned to you that same evening, only hours later, his brow furrowed in pure frustration, only later you had heard from a servant that their mother hand managed to intervene and stop the violence. You had been pacing the room when he returned, anxiously biting your nails praying to all the Gods that he would come back unscathed. Once you laid eyes upon him you felt the tension in your chest dissipate, your shoulders relaxing and a happy sigh leaving your lips, you were relieved he was untouched and not covered in blood. It wasn’t clear to you when you had started to feel this way for him, not noticing when his presence caused your heart to flutter and waiting on bated breath for hours hoping that he would summon you to his chambers, this emotion for him creeped up on you slowly. Moments pass in silence as you both look at one another, Geta was stood in awe of you, the visage of you fretting so terribly over him was an image he wanted to commit to memory, it was enrapturing to him, he had never had someone show such care and devotion towards him, seeing that come from you, his precious treasure, nay, his goddess, changed something inside of him. He marched towards you and pulled you into his arms, holding you as if he was scared you would disappear at any moment, he buried his face into your neck, you could feel his voice rumble against your skin. “My little dove.” It was said with such unwavering affection that you could not help but smile against him, you stroked your hands up and down his back affectionately  to reassure him, you had no plans of leaving him, not now you felt this way for him.

Boredom had started to take a hold of you now, you missed the walks around the palace you used to take daily and your weekly trip to the library to choose a few books for the week, Geta did not understand your restlessness, he had made sure that you would want for nothing, what could you want that he could not give you? The third day confined to his quarters you had sighed softly and mentioned missing the library, at a moments notice he had the servants fetch you practically the entire contents of the library to peruse at your leisure in his room, this gesture from him was not enough to abate your restlessness, you wanted to be there in person, scanning the books yourself.

 Pacing the room back and forth became a daily habit after day three, you wanted a release; to go outside and enjoy the cool summer air again in the palace gardens and visit the flowers you enjoyed watering. Asking Geta about having a small semblance of freedom was out of the question, the day of the incident with Caracalla he told you that he was going to keep you here, to keep you safe, this way he could ensure that nobody would touch or harm you again. Safe wasn’t what you felt, you felt like a little white dove trapped in a golden cage. You knew he held some sort of affection towards you, you had felt it when you were both embraced in each other’s arms, if he cared for you at all maybe he would listen to your request at leaving the room for a brief period of time.

The sun began to set in the sky, you watched it dip below the horizon from the window in Geta’s chambers, awaiting his return for the night. The chamber doors swung open, Emperor Geta walked in, his shoulders slumped after having a long day. You watch from the chaise long as Geta sits upon the bed, his head in his hands out of frustration. Seeing how frustrated he looks you get up and walk over to him, walking around the bed and climbing onto it, you move forward so that you are knelt behind him and your soft hands massaging his weary shoulders. It was an intimate gesture that you had taken a risk on, you wanted to be close and wanted him to let you in, wanting to ease his worries every night. Thankfully you hear a happy sigh, Geta enjoying the pressure of your hands on his back, massaging away all his worries, grateful of your tender touch. A few minutes pass as your massage his shoulders, easing the stress of the day away and you feel his hand upon one of yours. Geta grabs your hand gently, pulls it forward and kisses your knuckles softly, Geta had always been a generous lover to you, this level of affection was a shock to you, he had never been this tender before.

Geta feels your body stiffen at his tender kisses on your hand and turns to face you, a look of pure adoration in his eyes, it wasn’t a look you even thought he was capable of. Smirking softly, he kneels on the bed in front of you, pulling your arm forward and kissing his was upward, savouring the taste of your skin with each kiss until he makes his way to your neck where he buries his face. Feeling Geta kiss up your arm and nuzzle into your neck was a new feeling of intimacy and you let out a soft moan, your hand now holding his head against your neck and softly gripping his hair.

You feel the vibrations of a chuckle against your neck and feel his strong arms wrap around you, holding you tightly against him, you smile softly and tilt your head so that he has further access to your neck that he is currently nuzzled against. A smile breaks across Geta’s lips as he kisses and bites your neck, he had been planning for a few days and now he could tell you, his voice in a seductive tone vibrated against your skin. “I’m going to make you my Empress.”

[shadycrushcollector]

Desperation// Wanda Maximoff x Reader (18+)

Summary: Its been too long since Wanda's had her way with you, and your desperation is reaching an all-time high. Good thing hers is too.

Warnings: 18+, bondage, biting, hickies, nail marks, denial, submissive!Reader, dominant! Wanda, Finger Sucking, Oral, Praise, Pet Names, brief thigh fucking, Reader is very desperate.

Notes: Not Beta read and first time writing smut, go easy on me.

WC: 3.2k

Something inside of you was so desperate to make another person feel good. To pleasure them until their eyes were squeezed shut and you no longer cared to take a breath of air. You wanted to be consumed in the tastes, sounds, and smells of another person. If there's anything she did right with you Wanda had stuck to her promise of making you a desperate slut.

You went into all of this, everything with her, not expecting very much. I mean who expects a blind date to actually go well, and for the sex to be good enough that you want to devote your life to pleasing them. But Wanda, she was everything you had ever needed and more.

She had money, you never cared to ask her how, you knew she was notable somehow but you felt looking into her as you would've anyone else felt more inappropriate. You didn't want her to think you were some obsessed stalker so all you knew is she was some kind of scientist, and a damn good one at that. But otherwise all that mattered to you was how amazing she was at making you laugh, feel safe, feel loved and cum until you couldn't move anymore.

Your mind couldn't let go of the idea of cumming, and making someone else do the same, even if that someone wasn't Wanda. She's been punishing you for a week after a bout of misbehavior, and she decided this time it would be not touching you anywhere but your hands, shoulders and face. She still held you now and again but still only on your shoulders.

It was infuriating after months of having her hands make their way between your thighs practically every day. Her fingers were skilled, and she's practically conditioned you into positioning yourself just how she likes when her fingers start to brush close to your inner thighs. Your face pressed down into the surface under you, with your ass in the air exposing you to her.

You would spread your legs just a bit to expose all of you to her. Pressing your crotch back and arching your back even further. Anticipation for her fingers dragging over your skin building ever so slowly as she continues stroking your thighs, admiring how you looked spread and exposed for her eyes only. The thought of it brought a heat down and into your crotch, causing you to squirm and salivate. You had nothing you needed to do today, you were entirely free to do as you pleased. Except for touching yourself, or someone else, leaving you stuck in a cycle of desire that feeds on itself.

You stood to your feet, disorienting yourself for a moment at the sudden movement, before exiting the room you sat in to begin to find Wanda. You had been so good, surely Wanda would see that, surely she'd finally fill you with her fingers to make you cum after shoving her cock down your throat and-. You shook your head, it was all consuming, but you needed her.

You began in the first bedroom where you took off your shirt, the only layer you'd been wearing on top as you relaxed at home. In the living room you stripped your socks, the hallway you shorts and in her office you entered wearing nothing but your underwear.

Wanda sat at her desk, the one she'd fucked you over so many times before, silently working on her computer.

You didn't know what she was doing, all you remember was her saying she'd be in here. But by then you'd already been desperate and could barely process her words. Usually you wouldn't bother her if she was working on something but you'd see that her door was open and that meant you were okay to go in.

"Ma'am" you say timidly, clasping your hands behind your back, puffing out your chest ever so slightly.

Her eyes snapped up to you at the sound of your voice, quickly and noticeably double taking and looking at every bit of exposed skin. "What is it, Love? '' she says, her eyes finally moving back up to your face.

A proud smile lingers on you for a second before you contain it and nod lightly. "I was just wondering," you said as you took a slow but confident step towards her, "Would you happen to have time for a game?" One that would hopefully end with her cock shoved down one of your holes, mouth or otherwise, so long as it made her feel good.

Wanda rolled her chair back, accepting your advances and offering a place for you to sit silently. You moved quickly to be with her, before smiling slowly and continuing. "Whatever game you'd like Ma’am" you say, "I'm yours to play with however you want, remember?"

Wanda tilts her head to look at you through squinted eyes. Her hands are on yours, and you can feel your breaths getting shorter.

Your mind is flooded by thoughts of her filling you and stretching you out. You feel your hair get pushed out of your face, a small strand that escapes your lazy hairstyling. "Of course I remember love, but you've been on punishment. Games are only for sluts that can listen to instructions. You can't play a game right without instructions, Love."

You nod on your head, leaning your face into her touch. "of course, but-"

"But nothing," her hands move to your shoulders as she speaks, "only good sluts deserve to play games. Do you think you've proven you're good?"

You stare at her for a moment, at her eyes staring at you and her hands steady on your shoulders. "Let me prove I'm good" you say then.

"I promise you, I can make you feel good Ma’am." You stand slightly from her lap turning towards her more. "I can use my mouth like you taught me," you lower yourself to the ground, "I can make your cock feel so good in my mouth." You whisper before nuzzling your head against her knee.

Wanda never stopped looking at you, but the way she looked at you now on the floor between her legs you could tell she was going to give you what you needed so desperately. She tilted your face up to see her, touching your neck for the first time in a week and the excitement pressed a whine out of your throat. She smiled a smile you could feel between your thighs before her hands moved to her pants zipper.

You rose slightly from having your butt placed on your feet in excitement, before settling back into a more comfortable position as she took her cock from her pants. You press your tongue out from your mouth, spit gathering quickly dripping to the floor as your anticipation grows. . Wanda's hands found your face where she pressed her fingers into your cheeks to open your mouth.

"Prove you're a good slut and I promise we'll play a really fun game" she says, her eyes hooded and sultry. She moves one hand to press your mouth open and uses the other to shove two fingers into your mouth. She leans down to kiss you. "We have to make sure your mouth is ready for my cock right?"

You nod slightly, trying your best to latch onto her fingers somehow through her forcing your mouth to stay open, before whining for her. Her pointer and middle finger slowly begin to rub against your tongue, each movement into your mouth pressing them further down your throat. Your face is then released and your mouth shuts around her fingers as you suck hard.

She leans back from you then, only slightly so that she can see your face better. “Show me how you'd suck me off with that pretty mouth of yours.” Your eagerness motivates you to start moving your head back and forth, using your tongue to place extra pressure on her fingers exactly how she liked it. Her fingers were pulled out of your mouth just as your eyes closed in contentment, making them snap open to see her scooting forward in her chair, before beginning to slap the tip of her hard cock on your tongue.

Your disappointment quickly faded as her hips moved slowly, lightly rubbing herself against your tongue. Her hands moved to the sides of your head pulling you forward to swallow her cock down as much as you could, she held your head down for just a second before pulling your mouth off completely.

“Keep your hands to yourself and maybe you’ll be allowed to make me cum.” Just a couple months ago the way your heart speeds up at the thought of making another person cum would have seemed ridiculous. You’d always been the dominant one in relationships, the one who would never speak to a person again if they hadn't made you cum. But now, with Wanda none of that mattered.

“Yes, Ma’am” you say, nodding your head and placing your hands behind your back holding your own wrists. The second you're settled her hands, which never left your face, pull you back down onto her cock. She starts slowly, moving her hips and keeping your head stationary to use your mouth like a fleshlight. You did all the things you knew she would love and carefully kept your hands behind your back. Before long she was twitching slightly, and looking up at her you could see how laser focused she was watching herself thrust in and out of your mouth.

Her movements sped up slowly, still with long deep strokes only lightly brushing the back of your mouth, her breathing began getting just a bit heavier. She grunts before pistoning her hips even faster into you, your eyes closed in bliss and you could taste her on your tongue. You desperately tried not to move your head too much, but luckily she wants you closer and she shoves your head all the way down. Her hips don't slow, fucking into your throat with one hand pressed onto the back of your skull to keep you down and the other gripping the edge of the desk. She was too far gone at this point to think, she’d been just as desperate for release as you had been to give it to her and while she’d originally thought she’d be able to last longer than a couple of minutes your mouth was driving her crazy.

Looking down at the way you looked while your lips were flush with the base of her cock had her self control fading every second, and very quickly she threw her head back and shoved yours down one last time as she orgasmed.

She pulled your head away slowly, “Good. So good for me.” she says, sounding out of breath “God, i forgot how good your mouth feels wrapped around me.”

You shiver lightly, swallowing fully, “Thank you, I’m glad I could do that for you.”

She nods, readjusting herself in her seat before once again putting her finger under your jaw and pushing your head up. “But do you wanna know what I know would feel even better?” You pretend you don't know, tilting your head to the side, shaking it slightly. But of course you knew, you came in here to make her feel good, but also to be fucked until you can't think anymore. Letting her take control of you and fill you in all the right ways.

Wanda tilts her head to match you, her eyes looking dark and heavy with lust. “Stand up”

Her command jolts you into action, carefully still keeping your hands behind your back as you stand from the ground. She follows suit, before spinning you around and shoving you down into the desk. The impact wasn't too bad, but she kept a lot of pressure on your back all the same. Your underwear had a damp spot, with your arousal leaking out as you sucked her off. Her hand gently moves in between your legs, rubbing at where your arousal was coming from making you twitch involuntarily. You can feel her move to your side before leaning over you, keeping one hand lightly teasing while her mouth placed a kiss on your cheek.

You smiled as the pressure on your back lightened just a bit, her fingers stopped moving and she looked at your face. She nodded at you, quickly making sure you were okay, and after you nodded back her movement started again and her lips moved to your shoulder. She left kisses down your neck and shoulder, slowly moving down to your ass and finally your thighs. Her kisses get a little more sloppy and open mouthed as her fingers begin to draw you closer to an orgasm. Her kisses turn into hickies and soon your legs are shaking and covered in her lovebites.

Her mouth and hand pulls away from you as your whines begin to get louder, “You know you can't cum yet love.” she says almost mockingly. “You know you don't get to make a mess until I fill you with my own.”

Your eyes close as you bite your lips to calm yourself down, before nodding and stuttering out “o-of course Ma’am. I’d want nothing more.”

Wanda’s hands move to your sides and begin pulling your underwear off, “Let's get these off of you, you made such a big mess. You’re being so good, I know you’re ready for my cock.”

She opens a drawer to her right, pulling out rope and lube and she quickly prepares you, tying your arms behind your back to ensure you stay still. Her dick slides between your thighs, easily with the amount of lube that spilled down between them. But not for long as she angles herself, places her hands on your hips and pulls you back onto her cock. Her hands dig into your sides, with her nails leaving slight indents, as she thrusts into you quickly.

Your brain loses track of anything but the feeling of her filling you up over and over again, and even though everything feels amazing you don't make much noise. Her hips slamming into yours filling the room with noises that made your knees weak, especially those that escaped her mouth as she maintained her quick rhythm.

“You feel so good wrapped around me.” She started speaking, “Squeezing me so tight, I know you want me to cum in you. Fill you up, you'd look so pretty like that. Dripping after what i've done to you”

Your silence breaks with a whine as she keeps going, “I know you’d be so good for me, you'd take everything I give you. You’d beg for it wouldn't you?”

“mm”, you nod.

Her hands move from your sides to the rope binding your arms, stopping for a moment to pull you up into a half standing position. The angle drives her deeper into you, and yet again you feel yourself reaching the edge. “ m--, ‘m gonna” you try to speak.

“You don't get to cum until i'm finished with you.” She says gruffly. You whine but desperately hold on to the last thread keeping you from cumming. You needed to be good for her, you wanted to make her proud, and you wanted her praise. She could use you however she wanted and you would do everything in your power to make sure you didn't mess it up. Not now, not when her thrusts were starting to get sloppier, not when you knew at any moment she would finally fill you up for the first time in so long.

Very quickly you feel her hips begin to stutter and stop for a second as she lets out a low moan. “God, I've missed filling you up.” She says before pulling out and watching her cum drip out of you.

You whine, you'd just gotten used to being filled; she couldn't be done with you yet. As the thought finished Wanda helped you stand completely before picking you up and placing you on her desk with your tailbone handing off precariously. You looked at her slightly startled by the different position but you also knew she was strong enough to hold you up without problems. “I want to look at your face when I cum in you this time.” She whispers as she closes the space between you and her. Your legs are pulled up to your chest, spread so she still has access to you. Her arms wrap under your leg and behind your back to hold you up against the table before lifting you slightly to slide back onto her dick.

Looking at her while she fucked you was always intense but there was something about how long it’d been that made you feel all the more sensitive. Her eyes pierced into yours and almost dared you to close your eyes, dared you to stop looking, but you knew what would happen if you did and while it sounded fun you wanted to be on her good side tonight.

“Use me.” You beg quietly, you’d missed being like this and you needed her to take care of you. “Please.”

The way you said it struck a cord within Wanda, the ball of pleasure that she’d released was building at an exponential rate. She’d wanted this time to go slower but again she just couldnt help herself, “You want me to use you?” she asked, “Use your tight hole to make myself feel good? Make myself cum?”

Each question sent another pang through your body and you nodded desperately.

“I knew i was right about this feeling even better than your mouth. But god I didn't know how irresistible youd be like this, maybe i should leave you without my touch more often. Deny you my cum?” You want to shake your head but instead you answer, “if that's what you want, please do it. Just use me, fill me.”

She adjusts a bit, completely lifting you off the desk and bouncing you up and down on her length. She was hitting all the right spots and this time you don't think you’d be able to hold it. You wanted to be good, but it was so much and you needed a release desperately. “Please”

“Please what”

“Please can I cum, I need it, I need to cum for you.”

She stayed silent for a second and you whined yet again, feeling as though you were about to cry. The desire on her face only grew as she continued to fuck into you. “Mphm.” a pause, “Cum with me then. I want to see you cum on me Love”

You nod quickly, feeling her nails start digging into your shoulders and before long your orgasms start in tandem. “I love you” she says as she pumps into you a few more times before pulling out of you and laying her head slightly on your shoulder. “I love you too” you respond slowly as you both catch your breaths, she places you back down onto her desk and moves her arms to wrap you up in a hug.

A minute passes before either of you moves away from the other, and a wide smile stays on your face. “Thank you” you say, nudging your head against hers and her neck.

“Thank you, Love.” she says, before going to untie your hands from behind your back and placing a kiss on your forehead softly.

[whitherwordswither]

03: Wrapped Up For Your Dreams

CW: Mentions of quitting life.

I don't know how long I remained in the blissful void of non-being. Some primal instincts that had been tucked deep, deep down whispered that I should be fighting this. But that voice was scattered about in a wind that blew cool across the surface of my body as my senses crawled back from the brink of nothingness.

It was like laying in a tub, letting the water drain away around you. When you want to remain, motionless, soaking up every last ounce of heat. Gradually, little by little, I felt the world around me coming to life. The soft grass beneath me and the warmth of a sun shining down. The breeze rolling languid and free… and the rustle of the trees. My eyes slowly blinked open, adjusting to a cloud speckled light blue expanse above. I had dreamt this scene many times before. A vast emerald meadow, sprawling eastward in to forever. Distant mountains stood in a hazy deep blue. Behind, a line of evergreens and willows, lilacs and birch. A calm space. A place I came to relax when the real world became too much.

Unhurried, I stretched, yawned, and sat up. That calm almost instantly came crashing down as my gaze fell from the heavens to behold the alien before me. The dreamscape glitched as my mind, in a panic, attempted to shift my consciousness. To abort. To awaken.

This wasn't a dream I was entirely in control of, however. The world settled as the plant smiled in what it probably felt was a non-threatening manner. "Now, now… don't be in such a rush to leave. Sit. You're safe here. This is your dreamscape, after all. I hope I picked the right one. It had a tranquil feel to it…"

It paused, head tilting as it shifted, watching me curiously. Like a cat watching a mouse it knew it had trapped, no doubt. My brain itched with the speed in which it was racing. Recollecting. Remembering. Retracing. This was the same plant-alien that had broken in to my house a couple nights prior just before I had been about to… run a force quit command on my existence. My legs buckled and I found myself seated back on the grass, staring, the saline sting of tears already welling in the corners of my eyes.

The plant made a sound, almost regretful in nature. It reached one of its vines out, paused, then drew it back. "I have cleared the neural blockages I so carefully put in place. You should have full access to your memories and emotions. I thought it best you be wholly aware so I can explain what---"

"Y-You didn't have… any right to… to take that choice away from me!" I scowled, rubbing at my eyes. It felt like the emotions that had been being held at bay were suddenly swarming all at once as I relived the last week of my life, leading up to what I had long planned.

"Oh, sweetling…" There was a hint of mirth swirling in the plant's eyes. "I have every right."

"No!" I clawed at my face, frustrated, then shoved my hands in to the grass, gripping and pulling. "No you don't! You can't just… you can't just show up, assume control, and take the things that make us who we are away!"

It seemed further tickled by my outburst, tips of vines brushing over its lips. "Tsk~ The things you speak of. That which make you who you are? They were driving you to destroy yourself. As we see it, you forfeit being able to decide for yourself the moment you chose to throw that away. Life is precious. It would be a shame to lose it when there is so much to look forward to~"

I shook, gritting teeth. I had made up my mind within the last couple weeks. After years and years of planning all the different ways I could go about it. Years of trying to convince myself of better days. Constantly fighting myself. Over and over and over again. I'd never had the courage… not until the other night. I thought for the longest time that I would never, could never, have that strength, however misguided it may have been. To attempt. As much as I had always wanted to depart. And now… I knew I wouldn't have it ever again. "What is there to look forward to!? You've seen the state of our world. The ways we've ruined it. How divided and awful our societies are. The way so many of us are just clawing through the grime and shit, day after day, trying to keep our threadbare lives from falling apart. And y-you… you just show up, take over and what? Think you're going to magically fix everything? Who the fuck do you think you are?!"

"Trimixthis. Fifth Bloom." The plant replied, almost automatically, expression blank. And then it smiled again a scant few seconds later. "Your planet was indeed in poor shape. That's why the Affini claimed it. Your governments were leading you to ruin, letting you drown in your own decay. There's nothing sadder than watching an entire species annihilate itself because it does not know how to thrive naturally. How to care for itself. … All your problems are ours now. And we're really… quite very good at fixing problems~"

"And if we don't want to be fixed…?" I shot Trimixthis a glare, then tore my eyes away. I wanted to keep staring. Something kept pulling my gaze back to the affini's body. In a strange way, these aliens were alluring to a degree that overrode rational sense.

"That's no longer your concern, little one~" The laugh they gave was bubbly and pleasant. "Many before your kind have been taken under our care and have been turned, from wilting upon the precipice of loss… to vibrant and flourishing. You will be no different. You will learn to thrive once again. You especially, I will make absolutely certain… Chloe." A vine stretched out and curled under my chin, holding my head. Maintaining eye contact.

I'd never told anyone just how much I loved that name. Chloe. I'd first heard it in an old black and white cartoon as a child. Part of me had since, always wanted to claim it for myself. Make it my own name. Hearing it now, on some other organism's lips, out loud, felt… right. I found myself staring in to the deep, swirling pools of Trimixthis' eyes. I'd been here before, hadn't I? Fixing to fall in as a sob hitched in my throat.

"I… was really… really ready… to go…" The tears felt hot and real as they slid down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do now. Every ounce, every part of me had turned to acceptance of what were supposed to be my final moments.

"Shhhh~ Shhh~ I know…" Another vine wiped at my face as Trimixthis settled nearer. A different warmth exuded from their body, inviting and comforting. All encompassing. Smothering. More vines began to lightly touch and tug, coaxing me to come closer. "Your world, the old world, wouldn't let you exist in the way you wished. There was no solid ground for you to stand on. There was nothing to hold on to. Those who swore to advocate for you did nothing. … You were alone."

"And now you don't have to be alone." They continued, caressing and making soft sounds. "I told you before, did I not? You are mine. Everything is going to be okay now. You don't have to fight any more. You don't have to struggle. I will be your tide. I will be your shore. You won't ever have to feel those awful feelings again. I will take all that needless misery away. I… will love you, little one~"

It felt like a metric ton of nonsense even despite knowing it could be true. The last two days had been nothing short of positive, blissed out pleasure and peace. And still, there were parts of me that wanted to thrash and push against it. "Why?" I managed to choke out.

"Silly pup~" Trimixthis trilled, brushing fronds over my hair. "Because you deserve it."

The dream world became a blur as emotions flooded my eyes. It broke my brain in indescribable ways. What was being offered was too much. Too good to be true. So sickeningly sweet that the very core had to be rotten. Right? If I didn't have a choice, what was the point in fighting? I could rest. All I had to do was submit.

"I…" I began to speak, but the dream suddenly collapsed and I was plunged in to the warm darkness of obscurity once more. Returned to the numb womb of sleep. A cacophony of whispers flittered about the very edges of my unconsciousness. Sweet nothings. Fragrant promises.

And then… silence.

[s0nia246]

A NiGHTS au idea

So I got this idea. It's been 16 years since Journey of Dreams came out. In my story I wrote it's been the same amount of time since a visitor came to the Nights Dimension. Pov your NiGHTS waiting for Sega to make another game.

I also wrote a story:

Something was following me. I don't know what, but I knew I shouldn't have watched that YouTube video before going to bed.

The sound of groaning my name from the other room had started out as background noise, and after a while, it seemed more like the sound of the sea coming in through the open windows. It was getting louder now, and my eyes opened wide at the sudden intrusion of another person into my bedroom, something that I would normally never permit. I sat up immediately and glared down at the intruder.

A shadowy entity that was not entirely humanoid stood there, with its hand outstretched towards me. As I looked on, the figure turned out to be a woman who appeared to be dressed entirely in black. Her skin was so dark it was almost purple, her hair hung loosely around her shoulders, and she bore a look of utter horror upon her face.

I scrambled away as fast as possible from the person standing in front of my bed, and she quickly grabbed my wrist. My heart pounded as she pulled me towards herself and began to murmur in an unknown language.

She kept trying to speak the same foreign syllables over and over again, as though they were being forced to escape from the depths of her throat.

I struggled to break free from her grasp as she began to drag me across the floor, pulling me by my wrist and causing my bare feet to scrape against the stone floors. Her grip became more desperate as she pulled harder and harder until I finally managed to wrench myself away.

As I ran, a bright light flashed in my face. A loud buzzing noise sounded throughout the small room, and I felt a strange force pull me forward until suddenly my feet hit stone bricks. In front of me was a large gate, and I stumbled forward as the door slammed shut behind me.

"Took long enough for a visitor to show up."

The voice echoed from in front of me, sounding slightly familiar. When I looked around, I saw someone sitting on broken fountain stones on top of a ruined statue of head resting in their hands. I walked forward, but as I got closer, I realized how tall this person was and how beautiful it was. My breath caught in my throat as their blue eyes so captivating ly met mine and held them. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. They were too much. It's too perfect. They were...

"Hey, you starstruck little thing, are you gonna talk? Are you even listening?"

My mind snapped out of whatever daze I'd been in. I shook my head slightly and blinked rapidly.

"Sorry I was just....where am I?" I asked. "Why am I here?"

The stranger raised their eyebrows at me and spoke in a mocking tone. "You're at the Dream Gate, kid," they said. "You can thank me later when we take care of these pesky things.”

With that, they gestured towards the door next to me, and it began to glow a deep, unnatural red color. A series of images came flooding from inside, and I tried desperately to shield my eyes from the sudden onslaught.

"I can't see!" I shouted frantically. “What do I do?”

“You're doing fine,” the stranger replied. They leaned over me and pressed their thumb firmly onto my forehead, as if they intended to physically remove my headache.

“Just relax. You'll be safe."

When the images stopped, I took a step back away from them and sighed, massaging my head.

“That's much better,” the stranger said, as they floated around me around me like some sort of demented cloud. “Hey have you ever wanted to fly?"

I stared at the stranger for a moment and then slowly began to nod my head.

“No,” I said quietly.

“Never.”I shuddered as they placed one hand lightly on my shoulder.

“What!?!??" The stranger exclaimed, clearly shocked by my reaction. “Don't tell me, you've never thought about it?”

I hesitated before nodding again. I wasn't sure I wanted to say the words aloud, but I decided there was no harm in telling them since they already thought I was crazy anyway.

“Yes. I’ve been thinking about it.”

“Of course you have!” the stranger said excitedly as though they hadn't known that all along. "Do you wanna fly right now?" They said, sounding way too excited.

I stared back at them with my mouth open. “How..”

"We'll dualizing of course."

“Dualizing?” I whispered, feeling confused. "What is that?"

"Dualizing" allows our bodies to assimilate with one another. It's better if I just show you." The stranger held out their palm towards me, and when I didn't move, they frowned at me.

“Hey,” they said, looking annoyed. “Are you just gonna stand there, or do you want to learn how to fly?”

"We'll you haven't introduced yourself yet!" I blurted out. I didn't really expect an answer, given my behavior earlier.

Instead, however, the stranger's lips curled into a soft smile, and they gave me a wink.

"You're quite rude, aren't you?" they said with a laugh as they reached out and gently touched my arm.

"My name is NiGHTS ."

"It's nice to meet you, NiGHTS," I said, placing my hand tentatively on theirs.

[misstycloud]

Yandere!husband x dead!reader

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Character: Emmet Von Arnoult

Summary: Not being able to take your passing, your devoted husband made the decision to do what he knew you’d oppose of; wake you again. Though what he didn’t think of at first, was that things would not go back to normal even if he’d manage to get you back.

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The fresh air greeted your senses as you stepped outside for the first time in many weeks. The day was sunny and a warm breeze swept past in a hurry, it lifted the hem of your long skirt. You moved your hand to press it down again and as you did another hand engulfed your own in a comforting hold.

You glanced up to look at the man walking beside you in a peaceful manner, he smiled at you and linked your arms together. His blonde strands flowed gently in the wind and made them seem even softer. You followed his pace and the two of you ended up on a marble bench.

The man still held around you when you sat, like he wanted to help you do it. After making sure you were seated he also lowered himself on the cold bench, not once letting go of you. The greenery surrounding you was a pleasant scene compared to the dark walls of the room you were constantly confined in.

Okay, it was not all the time but t sure felt like it with all of his overbearing emotions he unloaded on you. While you understood why he did it, you thought it was wrong.

Everything was wrong. With him. With the large house you lived in. And most of all, you. You weren't anything like normal people. Hell, you didn't even know if you still classified as a person. If you put a hand to your chest, you wouldn't experience the thumping sensation others did.

It would be completely silent. Completely and utterly dead. Though it had gone a couple months since you first woke up in this world, you hadn't gotten used to the fact that you were not alive. Not anymore at least.

But you definitely were once. It was evident through the paintings with your image hanging around in the house. The paintings that also contained the very man who relaxed next to you. When you first wandered through the home you quickly took notice to the art and how close and loving his grasp on you was. It was clear he deeply loved you. You however did not appear to share his emotions in the same grade.

In your painting you wore a neutral expression in correlation to his happy smile. Despite him telling you the two of you were happily married, you speculated that wasn’t your reality then. It was his. In his mind he’d fabricated that you were very much in love.

“It is beautiful this time of year. Everything comes to life again after enduring the harsh winter cold, do you not agree, love?”

“Ah, yes.” you said and turned your gaze away from him. You wasn’t entirely comfortable with him yet. You thought about his words and thought that everything indeed comes back to life, everything except you.

“You loved the summer,-“ he kissed your hand, “and it was a blessing to see you smile in delight as the cherry tree blossomed. You were so beautiful standing there with all those pink petals falling in your hair.”

The man whose name was Emmett Von Arnoult sighed in bliss remembering memories of the past. The past where you and him were married, husband and wife. A life you do not know of. No matter the proof he turned up with you could not believe all those things had happened. Your recollection was devoid of your life.

A couple months ago you had woken up on the floor to a dimly lit room. The dark walls caging you in had candlesticks and white stearin candles sat safely in them. They were not the only source of light within the room, there were more candles on the floor. Slightly twitching your finger you felt a wet substance underneath you, though you could not figure out what it was because you found it difficult to move.

Being conscious enough to hear, you realised that you were not alone in the dark room. Slowly opening your eyes you could spot a figure not far away. They sat hunched over on the floor, something on the ground was drawing all their focus and they spoke in hurried whispering motions. But they stopped and quickly looked up, gaze meeting yours. The person let out a desperate cry and crawled over to you.

The person was Emmet-though you didn’t know it yet- and had shakily asked if it really was you while being a blubbering mess. You couldn’t answer of course, it was like you’d been drained of every last bit of energy you had and left as a hollow shell. Emmet had them muttered to himself ‘it worked, it worked, it actually worked!’ At the time you didn’t know what he was talking about but you got to know that very soon.

You were dead. It was that simple. Died and come back, that was your story.

When you were still alive you were Emmets wife, Lady Von Arnoult. Regardless that your heart was no longer beating your husband nonetheless was hellbent on acting as if things were normal. They weren’t, you were fucking dead for gods sake!

You didn’t know if that was even the worst part. All your memories had gone when you did it seemed. So when Emmet had declared himself the love of your life you were quite surprised one could say.

Maybe you did feel an inch of love for him once, but now all you had for him was indifference. You were grateful to him, yes. For all that he has given to you and how he's taken care of you. Yet, you could not force yourself to regard him in any greater emotion.

“My love,-“ the man next to you sheepishly smiled as he spoke. You knew where this was gonna go, “do you perhaps….recall anything?Now that you have witnessed one of our favourite places.”

Emmet has tried to get your memory back since the moment you opened your eyes again. It didn’t matter what you tried, nothing you did ever worked. It was weird pretending things were like they were before and you started getting tired of his suffocating affection, you didn't want it. You'd rather 'live' the rest of your days away from there.

"No, sorry."

He tensely smiled, "It is alright, we can not expect everything to return so quickly."

'That's what you said the last time too.'

A half hour later Emmet stood up and said you should probably get back inside, he didn't want you to get sick. "Shall we go inside, the sky is turning darker and I do not want you to have a cold."

You nearly scoffed at the sentence, as if you could get infected.

Herding you into your shared room on the upper floor, he made you wait for him to finish some work, a reluctant frown on his lips. Your husband had early established that he would not leave you alone unless he absolutely had to, the man said he didn't want you to be lonely, however you could easily see through his claims. The truth was that he didn't want others to have the chance of running into you.

It showed that he knew of the consequences of what he'd done, what he'd created through dark magic, a monster and a creature that should not exist. You. At best they'd imprison him, and at worst he'd end up like you six feet under.

In scenario that happened, what would they do to you. To them Emmet was a horrid criminal and an enemy, but what would the living think of you then? As much as you disliked admitting it you needed Emmet in many ways.

As you laid there on the soft bed, you thought about how it would be to live apart from Emmet, to live freely. As free as you could be in your condition that is. Perhaps if you tried hard enough, you could convince him to let you go. You didn't count on it though, why would he ever let you go.

Why would he let go of the person he'd sacrificed everything for?

[cultofdixon]

Change Your Mind

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • She/Her Pronouns • Alexandria was a new change for everybody, and it was obvious that some people weren’t fitting in right away…or at all. Sometimes it takes a push or someone you trust to help you get settled • ANGST/SFW • TW: Injuries / Scars / Nightmares / PTSD

Requested by: Anon

“Can’t we just. Leave it”

“No, we can’t just fucking leave HER” Daryl snaps at his brother after the two discovered a little girl hiding in the trunk of a tree clutching onto a knife she found while running.

The little girl tried to hide more in the tree when Daryl knelt before the hole after throwing his crossbow across his shoulders. He held his hand out to her, Merle expected her to stab him but was disappointed when she didn’t.

“We ain’t gonna hurt yea. But yea also can’t stay here…” He frowns already worrying for this child as he kept his offer out to her watching her shakingly accept. “Ain’t gonna let anybody hurt yea”

~

Daryl flinches when he felt hands on his arm but relaxed seeing Y/N latching onto him with a fearful expression to the gates of this new place opening. He brought his arm around her shoulders bringing his kid close and keeping her away from the new blood.

When the interviews happened, Y/N was allowed to be in the room with Daryl when his was happening. But the archer was kicked out when it was her turn.

“They ain’t gonna hurt her in an interview”

“How the fuck do you know that?” Daryl frowns waiting outside the door with Carol beside him as she didn’t trust it either.

But Y/N knew to book it if she was being threatened. She just sat there in front of Deanna as she rambled on about how safe Alexandria was. Her voice was just white noise until she got too close in her line of sight.

The two eavesdropping heard glass break and Daryl didn’t wait, especially Carol when it came to opening the door seeing Y/N backed herself into the corner of the room. She stumbled out of the seat resulting in the vase breaking and Deanna stepping back. But that key part almost made Daryl toss her away from Y/N.

“Sorry. I’m sorry…I’m so sorry” Y/N continued as the tears formed.

“It’s okay, it was an ugly vase anyway” Deanna stepped back when Daryl made his way over to check on his kid. “Her bandage was bleeding through and I wanted to check it for her but then I realized a bit too late that I shouldn’t have approached her”

“Yea think?” Daryl snaps checking for himself while wiping away her tears.

“It may need stitches…and we have a doctor here that can do it if you want—-“

“We’re fine” He frowns bringing her into his embrace. “I can take care of it”

And he did. The best he could. Daryl didn’t trust anybody in that place and it stressed him a bit when Y/N didn’t either. Hell, she’s still getting used to Rosita and them. The last time she let people in after Daryl, she was captured by the same fucks that took Maggie and Glenn at Woodbury. Didn’t help that one of them was Merle. He felt at fault for that and Terminus. But she didn’t freak out entirely except for when one of the cannibals sliced her face open and tried to kill him.

He’s afraid of doing more damage than anything else.

Y/N and Daryl were staying in Carol’s place and she couldn’t be happier. Daryl wasn’t the only one she was close to and Carol felt safer with her under her roof. Carol helped reapply a new bandage after making the teen shower after spending months without one. She wasn’t going to let her follow in Daryl’s disgusting footsteps.

“…I’m afraid there could be an infection, does it hurt a lot?” Carol frowns lifting Y/N’s chin moving her head carefully to check if the sweeping has gotten worse. “And don’t lie to me either.”

“It hurts a little…” Y/N frowns feeling her hand move away making her look to the floor out of instinct. “Do I really need stitches?”

“If it bleeds through again, it would be best…but the doctor here is sleazy…I wouldn’t want you to deal with him until you really have to. So we’ll stick with this, and if it bleeds…Daryl will take you”

“I don’t want my dad to hurt the guy…”

Carol never heard Y/N refer to Daryl like that before and part of her felt the joy that he will soon enough feel when she hears him call him that himself.

“If you come and get me, I’ll make sure that won’t happen. But he’s only gonna if the guy makes you uncomfortable in any way” Carol smiles to reassure her girl before letting her get situated in the bedroom they were in, by herself.

Daryl sat on the porch of the house watching the Alexandrians walk by heading to the party glancing in his direction in both confused and a happy manner. He sighs hoping he doesn’t scare anybody, he wants to make this work for the sake of Y/N. That’s all that matters.

The archer relaxes when he sees a pair of familiar red converse appear right beside him. Soon Y/N sat down beside him in a pair of sweats and a jacket covering her infamous Queen tshirt. She brought her knees to her chest like usual and gave him a short smile.

“Not goin’ to the party I see” Daryl smiles ruffling her hair which she protest but the laugh that escaped her made him feel better. “How’s your face?”

“Achey”

“Carol updated me and we uh. We’ll go to the doc if it bleeds again. Okay? I won’t leave yea alone either” Daryl reassures her moving the hair out of the way of her bandage.

“Is that why you’re not at the party…? Cuz Carol told yea I wasn’t leavin’”

“You’re my kid. I know things…besides. I ain’t going for myself” Daryl frowns, getting up from the steps and started heading down. “Wanna take a walk?”

The walk didn’t last that long given Aaron, the recruiter, spotted the two and invited them inside for dinner. He wasn’t going to leave his husband alone after what had happened so they made dinner and extra for certain guests. Aaron really had this planned out.

“We didn’t poison it. Clearly your dad is still standing should prove it” Eric laughs in a playful manner taking a sip of his wine while Daryl did indeed devour his plate of spaghetti.

Y/N looked down at her plate for a while longer before pretty much doing the same as Daryl by devouring her meal. It’s been too long since she’s had a good meal she thought and it would’ve been the reason for her tears because it’s so crazy to imagine finally having a break from all the chaos. But the sudden pain in her cheek took her mind away from everything. She covered for face for a moment feeling the bandage and looking at the residue that came off it on her fingers.

“You bled through” Daryl wipes his mouth on the back of his hand before checking how bad it was getting. “Need to see the doc…but it’s late”

“I can do it”

The two look at Eric confused as he got up from the table using his crutch to help him retrieve something.

“While I get what I need, how about you show Daryl what you wanted to show’em” Eric addresses such to Aaron as he got up taking his and his partner’s plate to clean up before showing Daryl the garage.

Daryl waited for two to return but as the two waited, Y/N grew anxious about the stitches that were inevitable. Her anxiety lead to Daryl’s and he was worried that Eric was going to mess up but he was going to be there. Even if Eric suggested Daryl see what was in the garage with Aaron while he handles it.

“I’m not leaving my…” Daryl pinches the bridge of his nose frustrated by everyone trying to separate the two. “I’m not leaving my daughter when y’all do this, alright?”

“Okay, that’s perfectly fine.” Eric reassures bringing his chair on the other side of Y/N for Daryl to sit so he could be on the side of her cut.

As Eric started to clean up the wound he couldn’t help but notice Daryl watching his every move. This was definitely one of the more protective pairing he has every met but he was always careful when it came to taking care of things.

After finishing up with the stitching and re-bandaging, finally Aaron showed Daryl the bike frame in his garage and the parts he’s collected. Y/N watches some light return to her dad when seeing everything that she knew he was starting to like this place for its little things.

So…she would give it a chance

Even if the wolves attacking and the chaotic inner wall situations happening brought more things to worry about

“I think it adds character for what it’s worth…” Y/N rests her head on Carl’s shoulder as he rolled his eye.

“Yeah? It’s even harder to read comics”

“I could always read it to you if you want.”

“Nah. You’ve got your own reading material. I just like the company” Carl states continuing with his comic even if reading gives him a bit of a headache. That’s to expect only a week after the incident.

Y/N manage to find some solitude in Alexandria which was the small library they had. But she still didn’t interact with many, only really Eric and Aaron when it comes to Alexandrians.

“Y/N, let’s go” Daryl calls from downstairs as Y/N got up from sitting next to Carl on his bed tossing her Tolkien book into her pack before heading out.

“Hey Y/N?” Carl calls out as she stops at his door giving him a smile. “Thanks for hanging out with me…thought I’d freak people out cuz yknow”

“It adds character development. Besides, I’ll be back tomorrow” Y/N continues to smile on her way out of the Grimes residence.

Daryl walks his kid back home which wasn’t far but enough to give her something before they entered the house. Y/N looks at him confused taking the book offered to her and flipping through the blank pages.

“Michonne said she used to journal when she was stressed in the old world. Thought that could help yea” Daryl rubs the back of his neck anxiously thinking Y/N would hate it but she smiled up at him.

“Can I draw in it?”

“It’s yours kid, you can do whatever you want with me” He smiles ruffling up her hair like he always did before heading inside with her.

The growling grew louder

Along with the screaming

Y/N laid helpless in the grass as the walkers drew closer

She couldn’t move

Couldn’t do anything

She was helpless

Y/N suddenly jolts awake resting her hands on her chest feeling the rise and fall happening quickly. She frowns seeing that it was still dark out and didn’t feel like waking anyone up to talk about it.

“Have you seen Y/N?”

“Hasn’t she been hanging with Carl?”

“Carl hasn’t seen her. I already bothered him” Daryl frowns leaving the Grimes residence to find Aaron looking just as lost as he was.

The second the archer drew close he was grabbed by Aaron.

“Have you seen Eric?”

“Why do you sound so panicked?!”

“Why are you returning the same energy!”

“YOU STARTED IT” Daryl snaps before holding his hands up in a halt position for both to take a second. “Sorry. I can’t find my kid”

“Help me find Eric and I’ll help find Y/N”

“Deal”

Finding Eric would be easier because Aaron knows his favorite places in Alexandria and he doesn’t go outside the walls often on his own. They tried the library given that would’ve taken out two birds with one stone since Y/N likes to be there but neither of them were there. Then it was to the gazebo, no Eric. Other more secretive areas that Aaron didn’t mind showing Daryl but given the blind spots he knew he took Eric out to those spots just for a moment alone.

The two came up empty and were walking the streets once more hoping one of them would pop out. Daryl was about to blow a fuse worrying about his kid when he felt something hit his head. Aaron bent down to pick up an acorn as they were confused given none of the trees within the walls dropped such and there weren’t much around the main street. Then both of them were hit with a few more making the two look up finding Eric sitting on the edge of the roof along with Y/N beside him doing something in her journal.

Aaron opens the door to the roof access as Daryl pushes his way through about to confront the two when he noticed all the art supplies on the roof…along with a few drawings and a painting in the works.

“Clearly Aaron didn’t find my note on the fridge” Eric laughs resting his hand on Y/N’s shoulder to indicate to her that he was going to leave a moment. “He always jumps to conclusions thinking I’ve left without notifying”

“Yeah but my—-“

“I was taking a walk last night and saw Y/N on your porch writing in her notebook. But she was also drawing. Didn’t pry her or anything but I got up here when I need space from it all…just giving her a spot to be alone if she needed it” Eric informs her dad as both were watching her be in her little bubble. “I should’ve told you but you were out with Glenn this morning”

Daryl stopped caring in that moment and went to sit with his kid. He watched her write a bit under the drawing she had done before the two came. Y/N shows him the entry in her book as he couldn’t help the smile on his face when seeing her drawings from memory of the camp back at the quarry and the house they currently live in.

There will always be a place for me is what the written entry that followed the drawings.

The archer wrapped his arm around his kid’s shoulders feeling her instantly rest her head on his shoulder.

“Nice job kid”