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zozo-01 · 2 years ago
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Where I'm from, Rehna means to stay.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all y'all glorious bastards and bitches!!! Is this a Christmas fic? No, it ain't even a winter themed fic. Butttt, it's a fic I promise to write for @sri-rachaa that I finallyyy decided to finish! So, Rae Rae!!! Here's your surprise (even for me) Christmas fic, featuring your favourite headcanon (that's basically canon), your Lovely OC and my Darlin' OC.
[Thank you soooo much to @daveyistheloml for being my beta reader, and tagging @gingerbreadmonsters and @haradasaya to prove that yes, this is fluff. ;-; I am capable of fluff. ;-;]
CW: Fem! Darlin' and Lovely, both characters have names and use she/her pronous, canon divergent (this takes place in Rae's 'Southern Sibling' AU), Sam is still a freelancer, mentions of Quinn and what he did to Darlin' + Momma Collins talking about asshole Papa Collins, my Darlin' OC is a Toronto girl and for once, I am not ashamed of that
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The lack of… anything in the countryside always left her unnerved.
Where are the buildings? The people? The random squirrel trying to cross the street? All there was for the eye to see was farmland, farmland and the occasional horse.
Maybe part of the reason she was uncomfortable was that there wasn’t anything to distract her from her thoughts. Back home in Toronto (despite living in Dahlia for a decade, she still thinks of Toronto as home), there were a million things to pay attention to. 
The crowded streets and equally crowded sidewalks. The cars honking at each other. The trains running beneath her feet. The occasional crackhead that was spewing some wisdom to the people walking by. The guy hiding in the alleyway with something… whether it was a knife or gun, she wasn’t gonna stick around and watch.
Ah, the good old days.
The country didn’t have any of that. Unlike the dangerous city, there was nothing of note to focus on. And the fact she couldn’t focus on anything made her brain go haywire.
In her mind, there was nothing in this world that could make her give up her city ways and live in the middle of nowhere.
“You doing alright, darlin’?”
Or maybe there was someone who could.
Zohniyya looked over to the freelancer driving. She shook her head and said, “nah, I’m good, handsome.” Her gaze returned to the vast nothingness outside. She strained her ears to find signs of life, but all she could hear was the heartbeat of the man next to her.
That ain’t a bad thing to listen to.
Just for tonight, she’ll keep quiet about how much silence bothered her. Sam finds the cornfields and the flat lands comforting, the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves was the sound of home.
But that wasn’t the only reason she was unnerved. She was meeting Sam’s mother for the first time. She is going to have to introduce herself, make a good impression and not fuck up everything like she usually does. It wasn’t like parents didn’t like her, aunties of her childhood adored the girl she was. Always perfectly in control of everything, whether it be of the children or of herself.
But that had been when she was the obedient, depleted girl. Now she was a little wiser, a little colder and knew that the opinions of others didn’t define who she was. 
…But holy fucking shit, Zohniyya will drown in her own tears if Sam’s mother showed any kind of disapproval towards her.
She reached into her bag and fiddled with her concealer. Occasionally, she’d look up into her mirror and eye the scars on her face and neck with disgust. The ones he left behind. 
‘Maybe I should hide the scars… maybe just the bites…?’
“Put the damn makeup away, Zohniyya.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m just saying Sam, the bite marks? I don’t want your momma to think I’m some sorta chew toy.” That comment caused her a sharp pinch on her thigh.
“You’re not a chew toy, let alone that leech’s,” he snarled. It was his default tone of voice whenever her last relationship was brought up. His knuckles were turning white from how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel.
She grabbed one of his hands, and placed a gentle kiss on it. It wasn’t much, but the simple kiss was enough to relax him, slightly. “I know, meri Chandh Raath. It’s just,” her voice trailed off and she turned back to look out the window. “I want your mom to like me, and the scars… ya know.” 
Sam took the concealer from Zohniyya’s hand and chucked it to the back seat, ignoring the complaint from the wolf to be careful with the bottle. “Darlin’, my momma’s gonna love ya. You’re her perfect woman, and she’d kill me if I broke your heart.”
“Ok, but like, wouldn’t you be concerned if our kid brought home a partner with a shit tonna scars?”
“I’d be concerned about our child’s partner rather than judge them.”
Neither of them noticed that they’d said ‘our’ and not ‘your’.
She let out a soft laugh. “You’re such a stubborn piece of shit. Let me loathe in peace you southern bastard.”
“No can do, my darlin’ princess. I made a promise to make you happy, safe and loved. And that’s exactly what I plan on doing, so get that pretty head back onto earth.”
She groaned, “I am not a princess, Sam. We’ve talked about this.”
“Well sure as hell gorgeous like one, Zo.” He barked out a laugh when his darlin’ tried to hit him from her seated position. “There’s that smile of yours.”
“Shut the fuck up!” Despite the harsh words, she was smiling and blushing and feeling light and airy and giddy and she just wants to kiss him and oh God Sam is the best and-
“REHNA!!! She’d be terrified of the scars!!”
Sam scoffed. “Please, Missy likes the weirdest shit, and you are far from weird.” He pulls up to the quaint but beautiful house in the middle of farmland. He stopped them from opening her door, and quickly came to her side of the car, opening it for her.
“Thank you, gentleman.” 
He held her hand and helped her out of the car, but before she could walk to the front door, he pulled her close to his chest and wrapped his arms around her. “I know you’re nervous, and I get that.” He rubs her back in a soothing manner. “But I promise you nothing bad is gonna happen in there, I won’t let it.” He kissed her hairline to seal the promise.
She smiled at the reassuring words and let out a deep breath. “Ok, handsome.” She pecked his lips and dragged him to the front door. Was her heart pounding so loudly that a human like Sam can hear? Were they three seconds away from shifting and running back to Dahlia? 
‘Get your head in the fucking game! You’ve fought people way worse and you were a hockey player and figure skater. You so got this.’
Sam rang the doorbell and she heard someone rushing to the door.
‘Oh I so don’t got this, ami help!!!’
Sam placed both his hands on her shoulder to ground her. He didn’t have to be Avior or Gavin to feel the anxiety roll off her. “You are the Zohniyya Qadir. Toughest wolf from the north. And the only person crazy enough to call me your boyfriend.”
“Hey! If anything, you’re the crazy one for accepting me as your girlfriend!”
She tries to ignore the wolf within her, the one screaming at her to call Sam her mate.
Before Sam could rebuttal, the door opened and a golden blur bolted out the house towards Sam’s legs. “SAMMY’S HOME!” A young girl latched onto him with a death grip and nearly knocked over the healer. 
Sam chuckled and patted the little lightning bolt on her back. “Hey there ducklin', happy to see me again?” He didn’t get a verbal response, only a sniffle and a nod. He gave a small smile and lifted her up to carry the little girl. “I know I am, ducklin'. Missed you so much and it’s good to hold you again.” 
Little Rehna rested her head on his shoulder and clung onto his neck. “I don’t want you to leave again Sammy… Please don’t leave again…” She started tearing up and Zohniyya had to steel herself to stop herself from crying. She knew the pain of losing a sibling, and she would never wish that pain on anyone.
“Rennie, I’m never gonna leave ya. Sure, I’ll be leaving you once in a while, but I’ll always come back to you and momma, I promise.” He held out his pinky, waiting for Rehna to wrap her own smaller pinky around his. She does, sealing the promise and love between the two siblings. 
‘Awww, this is kind of cute… Oh fuck, bitch, do not get baby fever now-’ 
“Now, I want you to meet someone. Darlin’, this here is my baby sister Rehna, but you’re free to call her Rennie.”
‘Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, do not fuck this up Zo! Or you can start running, whichever works.’
Rehna turned her head to see the brunette and brown eyed shifter standing to the side. She watched as Rehna went wide eyed and her mouth fell open. The worst thoughts filled her brain. That his little sister didn’t approve of her. That she was right, the scars scared her and that the concealer was necessary.
That despite everything she tries to do, she’ll never be enough for Sam and his love.
“Are you a princess? You’re so pretty!”
Oh, so that wasn’t what she expected.
Zohniyya’s shocked expression dissipated when she saw the cocky smirk on her cowboy’s face. She opened her mouth to tell him to ‘fuck off’, but his eyes gestured to the child in the room. It wouldn’t be the worst thing if she swore, it wasn’t like the people around her when she was a child kept it PG.
Right, she had to make a good impression.
“Aww, I’m no princess, kid. I’m just Zohniyya.” She smiled at Rehna, hoping to appear less scary. Her scared and expressionless face tends to terrify people, and little Rehna was the last person she was trying to push away.
The young girl let out a loud and exaggerated gasp. “You’re Sam’s lady! He talks about you all the time! Is it true that you can turn into a wolf? Can you do it now? Please, please, I wanna see!” Sam barely held onto her with all the thrashing and moving she was doing in his arms.
“Alright missy, no need to blindside her like that. She can show you her wolf form if she chooses to, ok?” Despite the pout and puppy dog eyes on Rehna’s face, she nodded in understanding. He put her down onto the ground and continued. “Run along ducklin’. Why don’t you head inside and tell ma we’re here.” Rehna yelled out an “okay” and ran into the house, leaving the wolf and her freelancer outside.
Sam pulled Zohniyya in by her shoulders and rested her head on his chest. “See? Now was that so bad? I told you everything will be ok.” He kissed her forehead and smiled reassuringly. 
She let out a shaky breath and whispered, “yea, it wasn’t bad.” She did what she always did when she was overwhelmed and buried herself in his chest. The warmth in her chest brought forth by his heartbeat and scent was enough to bring her down from her spiral. “I’m still worried about your mom.”
He chuckled, “don’t you be worried about ma. She’s been waitin’ to meet you since I told her about us.” Sam gently moved Zohniyya’s head from his chest, needing to look into her eyes. It was his way of telling her that everything will be ok. He kissed her on her lips, wanting to see and adoring the smile that came soon after. “Let’s get inside before the heat knocks ya out, you winter wolf.”
She gasped in offence and punched his shoulder, resting her hand there. “I ain’t ever gonna tell you my southern adventures ever again if you keep teasin’ me about that shit.” Her hand slowly trails down the length of his arms, holding his elbow. “Shall we head inside?”
The southern freelancer pulled her close and straightened his back. “We shall head inside,” he said, and the two walked inside Sam’s childhood home.
The first thing they noticed was the plethora of photos on the wall. Some were as recent as a few months ago. Others were as old as the ranch house. She assumed that every picture was of the Collins family. Sam had mentioned that the Oklahoma ranch and land had belonged to his family for generations, it only makes sense for so many memories to be captured in this space.
It also felt like the old generations of the Collins family were judging her.
“City Scum.”
“Whore.”
“Vampire fuckthing.”
‘No no, do not let those thoughts mess with you now. You’re about to fucking rock this shit and Sam’s mom is gonna love you… Just… don’t fuck it up.’
“See, I knew I was right callin’ you princess.” His smug smile brought her back to reality, if only to want to smack the cocky grin off his face.
“Meri pyaari, meri dunya aur meri akhirah. I love you deeply. But I swear if you don’t knock this shit off, I will smack the shit out of you.” The threat didn’t have its usual heat because of her beaming smile. He didn’t need to know that he’d be the only one who can call her princess. 
The couple stepped foot into the living room, where an old woman was fussing over the throw pillows on the couch. She turned to the sound of footsteps and cried out, “dear Lord, you made it!” She launched herself at Sam and pulled him into a tight hug. “Are you ok? How was the drive in? Are ya hungry? Thirsty?” Her lips couldn’t hold back the flood of questions that poured out of her.
The only thing that stopped her borderline interrogation was Zohniyya shyly standing behind Sam. The Collins’ mother shoved her son out of her way to approach the wolf. “Oh where are my manners, my name’s Delilah, Sam’s mother. And yours darlin’?”
“My name’s Zohniyya, ma’am and it’s an honour to meet you. Sam has told me incredible things about you.” She tried to keep her city accent from dripping on her words, something she knew Sam noticed, judging by his quirked eyebrow aimed at her.
Delilah laughed and wrapped her arm around Zohniyya’s shoulders. “No need to be so formal with sugar! Call me DeDe, that’s what all my friends call me.” 
Her bright smile made the white wolf relax. “Well in that case, you can call me Zozo, it’s been my nickname for a long a- long time.” 
‘Ok, ok this is good! We’re exchanging nicknames, so that means she must somewhat like me.’
Delilah pinched the wolf’s cheeks. “Aww, aren’t you a beautiful precious thing. Sam’s told me a ton about you as well but I wanna hear it from you! Where ya from?” Delilah turned her back to the couple and went back to organizing her living room.
Before Zohniyya could open her mouth and give an answer that bends the truth of her city status, Sam shot her a look that screamed one thing. 
“Don’t you dare hide anything about yourself darlin’. All of you is wonderful and I want my mom to understand that.”
She sighed. “I was born in Toronto, but I moved to Dahlia when I was 16. It’s where I live now and I’m in law school to be a lawyer.”
“Ohohoho, my son managed to snag a city slicker like you? And a pretty one at that!” Delilah chuckled at the embarrassed expression on Sam and Zohniyya’s faces. “I hope our humble home is to your liking. I know it ain’t compared to city houses.”
“No, no, your home is wonderful! It’s cozy and I like it!” She was honest when she said that. The Collins’ family home was warm and bright, unlike the harsh grays she’s used to. Every room and crevice had proof that there was love in this house. It was a foreign concept, but not an unwelcome one. “Besides, it reminds me of my uncle's ranch. He had one and we went there all the time as kids.”
Delilah’s eyes widened as her curiosity piqued. She asked, “you have family in the south?” 
Zohniyya’s eyes sparkled at that question. “Yea! My mom’s sister and my grandparents lives in Texas and my dad’s brother lives in Louisiana! We used to go down every summer to see’em! The only shit thing was the damn heat. I swear the amount of times I passed out was fucking insane!”
Sam smiled at the sight of his mom and girlfriend conversing as if they were old friends. The more and more Zo spoke, the stronger her accent, one that he loves very much, became. It made him feel giddy to see his wolf laughing with no care in the world, a stark contrast to when he first met her. And sure, part of her laughter was from the stories his mother was spilling, but he’d become a court jester if it means his princess will smile.
Especially if it means she saves that smile for him.
Delilah smacked her thighs and got up. “Gotta get the food ready for us to eat. Sam, come with me and we can let Zo relax for a bit,” she said while walking to the kitchen. 
Zohniyya let out a quick “wait” that made the two southerners stop and look back. She shifted her weight between her legs and stuttered, “it’s just- Sam’s been driving the whole way here, the least I could do is help out with dinner?” She said the last phrase hesitantly. She was acutely aware of how seriously ‘southern hospitality’ is taken (it’s no different than ‘Canadian niceness), but truly, she wanted to give the stubborn healer this one break. 
“Darlin’, it’s ok. I can set up a table-”
“Sam, why don’t you take Rennie and unpack your truck?” He tried to argue, but his momma gave him the look, the one where you don’t dare defy her orders. 
He sighed in defeat. “I swear, y’all are two of the most stubborn women ever.” Sam kissed Zohniyya’s forehead, mumbling, “I’ll see you later.” He called out to his baby sister and left the living room.
Delilah stared at the stubborn yet determined shifter and chuckled. “You remind me of when I was younger.” ‘Is that a good thing? That better be a good thing!’ The old woman started to walk to the kitchen, beckoning the winter wolf to follow her. 
The two women started to set up the table before Delilah spoke up.
“There is… Something I wanted to ask… Only if you want to answer.”
Zohniyya quirked her eyebrow and tilted her head. “Of course, ask away.”
“The scars… what happened?”
Her heart dropped to her chest and for a moment, she wanted to shift and run as far as she could. Away from her past that kept her from moving on. Instead, she used her words to try and make things right.
“I’m so sorry, I know the scars are intimidating, but I promise that I’d never let anything like that happen to him. God, I love him so much to ever hurt him like that. I’d burned myself from the inside out than let Sam go through any kind of pain. But if you want me to never speak with him again I totally understand and I’m sorry and-”
Her panicked blabbers were cut off by warm and loving arms wrapped around her. “Darlin’- No, I didn’t mean it like that. You’re perfect for my son, and if I’m being honest, even if I tried to keep him away from you, he’d rip heaven and earth apart to see you again.” She cupped Zohniyya’s face and wiped her tears, like a mother would do for her child. “I wanted to ask because I was worried. Wanted to make sure you were ok.”
Zohniyya choked back a sob that was rising from her throat at the tender words that Delilah was saying. How long has it been since the shifter felt the kindness of a mother? She’d argue that she’s never received that warmth. 
Holding the shifter steady, Delilah said, “and if Sam ever lays a hand on you, you come to me and I’ll set that boy straight.”
A pained but quiet laugh came from Zohniyya. “He would never do that, but I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Good, it means I raised that boy right.” Delilah went somber. “Sam and Rennie’s father, he… he was a bad man. And I couldn’t bear thinking about if my boy was like him too.” She scoffed, “I know it’s stupid, but there’s a part of me wondering if I left earlier… then maybe it be better for them.”
“Hey.” She held Delilah by her shoulders. “If there is anyone who gets not leaving earlier it’s me.” Zohniyya took a deep breath, preparing her to talk about that asshole. “It took my last boyfriend nearly killing my best friend for me to come to my senses, and the shit I let him do to me…”
Delilah grounded Zohniyya. “We didn’t let anything happen to us, it was their fault, not ours. We didn’t want to get hurt, just to be loved.” Delilah played with Zohniyya’s dark, curly hair. “And I’m glad you got out and that you’re happy.” 
“I am, Sam’s to thank for that. I just… You must be such an incredible woman to raise a man like him and I am forever thankful for that.” Her eyes may have been watery, but her smile shone as bright as ever.
Delilah rolled her eyes at the praise. “That’s all him, I didn’t do anything.”
“Sam would call bullshit on that. He always goes on about how you’re responsible for the man he is today, I can see why.” 
It was more than the eyes and facial shape the mother and son shared. She could see where Sam got his compassion, his kindness, his stubborn nature and his capability to love from.
Despite his fears that he shared with her, Sam was nothing like his father and now she has the proof to back it up.
Delilah wiped her own tears from her eyes and sniffled, “we should set up the table before Samuel and Rehna get back.”
Zohniyya nodded and picked up where she left off, and for the first time since she got to the house, the weight on her chest was lifted and she could finally breathe again.
“Also another question, I heard that wolves had a thing… mates was it? So am I getting grandkids anytime soon?”
Zohniyya’s stuttered and embarrassed answer was all Delilah needed to let out a good laugh.
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It was pitch dark and silent that night.
Way too silent than the shifter was used to. 
Once she untangled herself from Sam’s arms (she had to put a pillow in her place to make sure he didn't wake up), Zohniyya walked down to the kitchen for some water.
As she drank, she heard another set of footsteps coming up behind her, kicking her senses into overdrive. She damn near shifted at that moment, anything to make sure her man and his family is ok.
But she calmed down when her dark eyes met the watery eyes of Rennie.
She dropped to her knees and opened her arms for the little girl. Rehna ran into her arms and held onto her like Zohniyya was her lifeline. “Hey, hey, you’re alright meri jaan. Wanna tell me what happened?”
Rehna’s voice was muffled from her burying her face in Zohniyya’s chest, but she was able to make out that she said, “scary nightmare.” And that was all she needed to act.
Carefully, she tightened her arms around Rehna and stood up. She ran her hand through the young girl’s blonde hair. “Want me to take you back to bed?” She felt Rennie shake her buried head, a no. Zohniyya stopped for a bit and said, “what if I stay with you tonight?”
That made Rennie pause before nodding her head, prompting the wolf to carry her back to Rennie’s room. Once she got there, Zohniyya tried to put her down, but the blonde had a death grip on her. 
When Rennie said she wants Zohniyya to stay, she meant she wants her to hold her while she falls back asleep. She racked her brain for ideas on how to get Rennie to sleep again, until the perfect idea struck her.
“You know what my pack Alpha used to do whenever I couldn’t sleep?” She asked the question quietly, but it was enough to grab Rennie’s full attention. 
Her eyes sparkled. “What did he do?” Her voice dripped with childish curiosity, a sort of innocence that Zohniyya will die defending.
“He’d shift for us and let us cuddle his wolf form.” Her eyes went misty from remembering her old Alpha. “Gabe’s wolf form was huge, so even as teens, he’d cuddle us. Something about having wolf fur surrounding you made the nightmares… go away. Or maybe it’s a wolf thing.”
Rehna fiddled with her blanket and shyly asked, “can you give me wolf cuddles too?”
She smiled. “Pyaari, it be my honour. First I need you to close your eyes and no peeking, or else you’re gonna get it.” As with all of her threats from today, it was empty as hell.
Rehna giggled and covered eyes. 
Zohniyya got off the bed and removed her clothes. The tension left her body when she shifted, always a welcome feeling. Thankfully, Rehna’s bed was big enough to fit herself and the wolf. 
Gently, she climbed onto her bed and nudged the little girl with her snout. It was her cue to finally open her eyes and see the beautiful white wolf in front of her.
“You’re so pretty! You look like snow on a mountain top!” Rennie curled up beside the wolf and buried her face in her fur, her littles gripping the wolf for dear life. She rested her head against Zohniyya's fluffy stomach. “Thank you… for this… I’m gonna go to sleep now…” Rehna’s breathing went quiet and soft snores filled the room.
‘Sonay jao, chunni se munni. Khal, ap tumhari daraona khawab yaad nah rehna.’ 
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“Samuel, go get the damn camera now!”
“I’m grabbing it ma, I can only move so fast! I ain’t a damn vamp.”
“Are you giving me attitude Samuel?”
“No ma’am.”
“Good.”
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“You did well loving her and making her feel loved.”
“Momma, I think it’s my life's greatest achievement having the honour to call her mine.”
“Good, I want her in our lives for as long as possible. Besides, I need grandbabies Samuel!”
“Momma!!!”
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low-sodium-sri-rachaa · 2 years ago
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For anyone who cares what my pfp comes from, it’s from my first ever lovely sketch dump I made when I first joined the artist side of the fandom back in May of last year :))
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In Vincents shirt :) With a lil bit mark :)
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goxjo · 3 months ago
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⟢ ┈ Thinking about satoru finding out your ex never made you cum, so he records an audio of you whining, screaming through your orgasms… and sends it to your ex.
+ cw. consensual recording, prone bone, squirting, MDNI
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You pant through the first 10 seconds, whimpering breathy little pleas for Satoru to pick up the pace- to keep going, to go “harder, harder, harder, just like that baby, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
The next few minutes, Satoru is gracious enough to narrate how he fucks you in every detail- keen on painting the lewdest picture of you for your ex to visualize. Satoru is a menace. It absolutely has to be vivid or he won’t feel satisfied.
Satoru chuckles, describing how tight you’re clenching around his cock, “so fucking tight.” He describes how he’s got you laying down flat on the bed, gripping the sheets, ass perked with your legs locked tight between his, all while he hisses and groans with every slam of his hips against your ass.
He’s so considerate of your ex, he makes sure his phone is close to his hips so your ex gets to hear even the squelch of your pussy with how wet you’ve gotten- and keep getting- till you’re practically creaming on his cock.
And the cherry on top, he ruthlessly quickens his pace, fucking you so deep his balls slam on your ass, your voice shakes in sync with every second he rocks your body, whining incoherent spurs of how good his cock fucks your pussy, “ahhh!!!” In the end it’s all screams from you, harmonizing with Satoru’s muttering of how insanely pretty you look. He’s grateful his phone was able to record even the slosh of your juices.
After Satoru hits send, he doesn’t stop there and follows with a text that says: “Sorry she’s faked it with you for the longest time, just thought you should hear the real one.”
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ato-dato · 2 months ago
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Post-ts fem Sanji gets the long hair treatment too
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jowbokitten · 8 months ago
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"I don't condone hitting women, but I never said anything about strangling bitches." -Lucifer (probably)
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ravan24 · 1 month ago
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kanekisfavoritegf · 8 months ago
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full fic here
Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin Humps his sheets unknowingly when he dreams about you.
Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin swore off dating when working as a sorcerer until you came into his life.
Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin asks you out politely, despite the fear of being incompetent due to his lack of not only sexual relationships but emotional ones too.
Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin would offer to make you dinner at his place, and drink wine on his couch by the fire place.
Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin is absolutely mortified when he cums in his pants after you kissed him for the first time.
Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin is comforted by the way you treat him the exact same after he explains his lack of physical and emotional experience.
Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin finds himself pinning you to the couch and kissing you harder, keeping you down with his hips and making sure your legs are wrapped around him as he does so.
Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin doesn’t even care that his already stained pants seem to be getting worse as he rubs into you because you are letting out the sweetest moans for him.
Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin would beg you breathlessly between wet hot kisses and needily to teach him.
Teach him how to be your perfect lover in more ways than one.
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verkomy · 1 year ago
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quick 60s ineffable wives fanart
you can get a print here: inprnt!   
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lilaccmilk · 6 days ago
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ok but think about….men who get carried away when they kiss you. their breathing gets heavier, grip gets harder, and suddenly they cannot let go of your lips.
Pulling you back into them if you even think about pulling away. Air? Who is she? They kiss you like you’re the last breath of air on earth, kissing you like they’ve been drowning forever, and you’re the first gasp of air breaking through their lungs—a desperate, consuming need.
Their hands roaming over your body, keeping you in place, keeping you agonizingly close. You know that it will bruise, but you don’t mind. How can you when they’re kissing you with such fervor? You try and make some distance, but all you get is a warning nip in your lower lip. But oh, when their hands reach your face, they hold you so tenderly, like you’re a dream they’re afraid to let slip away.
And when it gets too much—their teeth pulling your lips, chasing after you in a guttural groan, you try to pull away. To just breathe, even if it’s for a second. But as soon as you do that they dive back in, pulling you flush against them, almost whimpering, mindless babbles.
“no no, no. pretty you don’t get to do that, don’t go away. come back here. i’m so, so fucking lucky to have you. so sweet, you’re so sweet for me.”
And then they finally pull away, a saccharine string of saliva connecting your lips to theirs. It’s honestly filthy, but all you can think about is breathing, and you’re breathing them in, their scent clouding your senses. Their forehead resting against yours and then they smile. They smile as if they haven’t completely mushed your thoughts.
“I love you, pretty girl.”
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Yuji Itadori, Yuta Okkotsu, Satoru Gojo, Rafayel & Sylus (L&DS), Ken Sato + your favs!
also: merman boyfriend (because duh.)
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hansoeii · 10 months ago
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the girls!
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zozo-01 · 2 years ago
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HAPPY SUPER WILD CARD WEEKEND EVERYONE!!!!
[insert cricket noises]
No one knows what I'm talking about? Alright good. Anywhoooo, me and @sri-rachaa have very strong opinions on which teams the Redacted Boys are a fan of, and in honour the NFL playoffs, why not see how our insufferable cowboy is doing.
CW: Mentions of Brighteyes, Darlin' and Lovely OCs (Bright uses they/them pronouns, the other two use she/her pronouns), yes Zohniyya and Rennie make a comeback cuz I said so, Give Monroe a warm welcome, Zo is a Bills fan, Vincent is a San Diego Chargers fan (fight me on that) and Sam is appropriately a Cowboys fan (tis his only flaw)
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"You think bein' raised 'round Cowboys fans would make me ready to date one."
"Zo, I don't think there is any preparing to date those heathens."
The vampire and werewolf sat on the coach, watching the southern man boast about how his team will go to the SuperBowl, something that both have heard over the years. Never happens though.
Vincent stood up, if he had to hear any more boasting, he'll go back in time and let a shade rip him to bits.
"WE GET IT!" He bellowed, letting out years of frustration from years of playoff futility. "THE COWBOYS ARE IN THE GODDAMN PLAYOFF AND THEY'RE GONNA LOSE IN THE DIVISIONAL ROUND!"
Sam smirked and cackled. "Oh excuuuuuse me, I ain't takin' shit from a team that hasn't made the playoffs for the last 5 goddamn years!"
"IT HAS NOT BEEN FIVE YEARS!"
"THE LAST TIME THEY MADE THE PLAYOFFS, THEY WERE STILL THE SAN DIEGO CHARGERS."
The vampire prince let out a horrified gasp. "THEY STILL ARE, YOU BASTARD."
Zohniyya was amused by the grown men fighting. 'Bitch please, we all know the Bills gonna win this year... I hope.'
Rennie, Monroe and Fred walked into the room, confused over the numerous animals Sam and Vincent were fighting over. Monroe spoke up first. "What are these bozos fighting over now?"
Zohniyya sighed and walked up to them. "Football playoff shit, just ignore 'em."
They let out a puzzled look. "I don't know how you can keep these teams straight." Monroe turned to Rennie. "And like, how did you deal with this growing up? Do you even know what's going on?"
Rennie shrugged. "No not really, I just watched for the halftime shows. Although, I always thought the Eagles were cool."
Immediately, silence filled the room. Zohniyya had a look of pity on her face. "Oh Rennie, what have you done-" She was cut off by Sam and Vincent.
"THE EAGLES? RENNIE I RAISED YOU BETTER THAN THIS!!!"
"WHAT HE SAID LOVELY, THIS IS BETRAYAL!!!"
While the men were berating Rehna on her poor choice of team, Zo looked at the young progenies. "Y'all take Vinny and I take Sammy?" They nodded, understanding the assignemnt and zipped to drag Vincent away.
She came in between the brother and sister. "OK! I thinkkk she gets it now, baby." She rubbed her hands soothingly over him, effectively calming him down.
"Darlin'. The Eagles. You cannot be defendin' those damn birds."
"I ain't defendin' shit. Besides. there're worst teams she can like, pyaari."
Rennie piped up. "Yea! I like other teams too! Like the Patriots-"
"FUCKING BOSTON???"
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low-sodium-sri-rachaa · 2 years ago
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heHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE
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BACK ON THE PIRATE/MERMAID AU!! Rennie & Sam >:33
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cookiedough77 · 2 months ago
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ok like you know those things where they have ladybug and chat noir dress nice to go "undercover" or something at an event like a fancy part or something-
yeah so ladynoir.... but its dress chat noir and suit ladybug
i drew them again but better go look LOOK NOW
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love-domme · 3 months ago
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Artist: Sylvensia
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dawuukie · 4 months ago
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i wanna finger my girl while i’m making out with her just so she struggles to keep kissing back
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bunnis-monsters · 2 months ago
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Trying to mate with the bee hybrids but your little baby bees are fussy and want their mama. They stand outside the door and cry while they fly and ram into the door, the impact making their little faces turn red before they wail.
“M-mama!”
“Mama, I wan’ my mama!”
You sigh, and your attendants dress you before you walk to the door in your slippers. The other bee hybrids whine and nuzzle you, wanting so badly to breed their queen.
But your babies come first.
You open the door, and they all fall over as they run towards you. “MAMA!”
Their little fuzzy faces are covered in tears and snot, and it takes several minutes to soothe your clingy little ones. Some suckle at your breast, wanting the comfort of nursing, others bury their faces in your belly or sides. You’re soft and warm, and they just want to be close.
Soon you’re curled up in bed, your little ones taking turns nursing while you read them a story. Though the bee hybrids are a bit frustrated they don’t get to stuff you full of eggs tonight, they can’t help but coo and fawn over their queen while you mother the little ones.
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