#he would look so cute in a nightgown but idk if he would want to wear one so he is wearing socks to keep warm..!!

[mikoriin]

happy holidays!! I would love to hear about the magical girl outfits of the affinity cast if you'd like to talk about any of their designs !

HI!!! happy holidays!! sorry im getting to this so late, i had to actually get colored examples of all the kids in their magical outfits LOL (HOWEVER everett will not be included in this list simply because he does not yet have a finished character sheet AND i need to redesign his magical outfit)

so, we'll start with our leader and protagonist, Sinie!

her color is white. i dont see very many "white" themed leaders in mg genres, so i wanted her to be represented by the color of innocence and purity because that is what sinie represents. she's definitely my usagi, my steven, my luz.

for her design, i wanted something simple yet fluffy to show her childish nature. i have thought about powerup versions of their outfits, but im not sure how to incorporate it yet so i havent even began to think about their designs haha

next we have agitha! her outfit actually resembles pajamas, her dress is like a victorian nightgown and shes got the little shawl to go with it. everything is so soft anf pastel it just feels like a comfy outfit. this wasnt intentional, but i think it fits with her powers since her magic is centered around dreams.

she's the purple magical girl! though, its a little more pastel than what we usually see i think.

csilla is blue!! i adjusted some of her colors from the first colored design i had. it felt a little too plain being all one color haha. but she sort of looks like a knight and, again it wasnt intentional, but if im thinking about it she rly is the knight sort of character. she fights to protect her friends and herself, but she also is righteous and is a good strategist.

so daren was OBVIOUSLY red in my mind because hes the tank, the muscle, and also another good strategist. his fighting style is more hands on since he uses his fists and legs and so i thought fire would fit to be his power. i have a lot of cool ideas for his fighting style i just rly need to study shounen manga to get them down hahaha

i wanted their design to be androgynous while still being magical girl esque, so i gave him the tall heeled boots however still keeping a sort of sleek, form fitting silhouette. added some more traditionally feminine aspects of clothing like the puffed sleeves, however put in some classic masculine elements such as the tailcoat and pants. im very proud of his design!

elise is pink! of course!! (sinie is jealous) she has the power to purify dark energy. very classic magical girl!

i wanted her design to be big and poofy and girly. but also with the boob window because.....idk its cute lolol

and lastly heather!! i didnt have it in me to do her character sheet atm but i rly wanted to answer this 😩😩 but luckily i had a colored example of her magical outfit!

she is green! very fitting for the pretty, elegant, smart heather. i wanted her design to be faithful to her faith, but still have the feminine magical girl aesthetic! i think she looks very pretty hehe

thank you for asking this was very fun!!!

[suckmybigtoeoikawa]

Hello, I saw your request page. Hopefully, requests are still open. If they are, can I please request some headcanons sfw or nsfw for Keigo(Hawks), Taishiro (Fat Gum), Toshinori (All Might), and Enji (Yes, Endeavor.) With a curvy bbw, beautiful black woman, big beautiful woman. (We thicc girls need love too) I can never find any good ones. They're all so lame. If Enji isn't someone you can't do, maybe you can do (Hizashi) Present Mic. I know a lot of people hate Endeavor, for good reason but I like the direction he's heading. And honestly, the idea of him being put into his place by a tiny sassy black woman, I live for it.😌

dawg i’ve been on break for the longest but i gotchu 🤝

n since i literally haven’t wrote in like an eternity imma do endeavor ans present mic, yk gotta spoil my bby😩

i went over board with hawks…

Keigo

aint no way this man not gonna date a black girl

on top of that i imagine her being thick/plus size so like 👀

Keigo is a ass man for sure ain’t not way this man ain’t about the ass

you’ll catch him staring at you ass or always wanting to feel it

he just wanted to touch you all the time

ONTOP OF THAT HE’S SHAMLESS ABOUT IT TOO

there’s a photo of you guys in public and s his hand is right on your ass while he’s grinning at the camera.. stg that got some news going

he’s the type to like hold onto your stomach, or like play with your stomach fat

and it’s lowkey annoying but he just can’t help himself

everyday there is constant praise for your body, like literally he’s always saying something slick but ofc in an endearing way stuff like

“hey do a 360 for me… now just do a 180.. gah dayum”

“but like wouldn’t it be funny if you just like.. say on my face.. hahaha.. i’m being serious.”

SPEAKING OF SITTING ON FACES, he’s like the type to threaten to throw himself off a building just so u can sit on his face, you think i’m playin he don did it before he will not hesitate to strike again…

whenever you do sit on his face he’s always pressing your cunt down deeper into his face, he wants to taste every part of you

he’s the type to grip your ass when your riding him, he fr act like he can’t handle it but chileeeee

he will have you everywhere

he’s also the type to show u off, like seriously people are sick of him

“look at my baby” this nigga squealin

but yeah he’s so sweet, his heart beat faster when he’s with you and so does his cock 🤭

Taishiro

literally will carry you, like stop bro he’d carry you all over the place

he’s so sweet towards his s/o he thinks you could fr do no wrong cause you just so cute to him omfg

and i cannot stress this enough .. he’s obsessed with you like your literally the first thought on his mind :((

another tummy grabber

he’ll hug you from behind and grab your stomach and just continue have small talk with you like he’s not using you as a personal stress ball

OMFG

he would kiss your stomach too like dawg whattttt so fucking cute

he’s all about body positivity so he loves when your feeling yourself in a nice outfit

especially when all your assets look good, shooooot he gonna be like “come here girl”

he’s also the type to squeeze your cheeks, on your face or the other ones

also kiss your cheeks :(((

he also wouldn’t care if your big spoon or little spoon but he prefers to be big spoon

when he hugs you he lifts you up bro omfg

yea overall he’s so sweet towards you and everytime he sees you he calls you precious cause to him your so precious :((

Enji 🙄

idk he’s giving sugar daddy vibes

he’s the type to buy you nice little silk nightgowns

and pay for everything dawg

but he’s the type to lay on your chest, like your suffocating but it’s a nice way to go out

he treats you really nicely and is in love with you thighs, he will buy you certain outfits that try to make your thighs stand out

during more sensual times he’s the type to kiss you thighs, or if he’s feeling more frisky he’d leave bite marks or hickeys

there was a moment when you and Enji had sex the day before you went to the beach and the press was there

you had to lie to them and tell them that a dog bit your thigh.. and enji wasn’t looking any better with the red scratches on his back

i think he prefers to see your natural hair out and doing it as well, because of the difference in hair types, it’s new to him

before you guys started dating you fr had to put his big ass in check, cause who tf does he think he catching an attitude with 😐

you would grab his by his tie and make his ass get on your level and tell him that you wasn’t there for none of that bullshit dawg

ans he listened 😋

but yeah he’s pretty good

he’s fr the thigh destroyer, will take your thighs off with a knife and fork

Hizashi

i swear if you say anything bad about yourself he’s gonna start fighting the air

his goal is to just make you laugh cause he loves your smile, he loves the way you laugh

but aside from that he lives the way your body moves, like omfg

you don’t think your doing anything, but to him your doing everything

he’ll try to get you to dance with him, cause yk he likes to see you move

and he has a bad (/good) habit of always having his hands on you, but it becomes bad because his hands will go to low… or to high..

like one time you were dancing with him and his hands went from your hips down to your ass

like oh.. we’re in public

or you’ll be cookin something and his hands travel up toooooo far, ans it gets you flustered

i feel like he loves your natural hair because he loves to do hair together at the same times

but i feel like he loves it when you get braids

another bad problem he has his whenever you get braids, especially long ones, he wants to pull on them

fight him. like actually

cause he will do it during random ass times

he lays on your chest dawg, and between your thighs

shoot even on your ass

be thinks the stomach gurgling sounds nice

like oh…

but he’s so funny during your whole relationship, and he’s so accepting of learning and adapting to new things 10/10 partner

**

i’m so sorry this came out so late, but after a whole lot of life events imma try to post a lot more :))

I hope you enjoyed it 🤍 Please Like, comment what you think and follow 🤍 have a great day 🤍

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[moriartyluver]

alright 🦢 anon is back

i got grounded so i couldn’t read the new updates but i am free *dobby voice*

anyways just binged the entire remainder of act 1 AND LET ME SAY IS SHIT BROKE MY EXPECTATIONS

false lovers is just so wow like it’s so perfect. Perfect mix of romance and angst and the character building for all the character in such a short space of time is good but also realistic at the same time.

lemme just summarise my opinions on each of the chapters because I will start painfully rambling if I don’t.

chapter 7- LIAM BEING ALL CUTE AND JEALOUS?? IM IN LOVE

chapter 8- liam going feral 😍 I’d let that man ultraviolence me. Also fl cleaning liam up was so cute bro. Imagine they have a liam getting injured so fl has to help wrap his bandages moment omg

chapter 9- THE FLIRTING?? LIAM SENDING GIFTS?? HIM BEING ABSOLUTELY WHIPPED?? FL LITERALLY GAGGING HIM?? HELLO?????

chapter 10- fl backstory when? I love how u integrated the subtle thing abt her brother. My guess is that he got killed because of the British idk. Maybe he was a soldier?? anyways-

THE NIGHTGOWN SCENE

I WAS ON MY KNEES BRO THE FLIRTING?? THE CUDDLING?? EVERYTHING WAS SO 😫

also the moon symbolism was so cute. The Japanese use the term ‘the moon looks beautiful tonight’ because it sounds similar to ‘I love you’ and it was just so BAKFBSJSHJSKS

anyways regarding sneakpeaks-

spicy chapter in chapter 15???? And it was titled parental visit so I’m just wondering how that’s gonna play out. Anyways author u have not disappointed at all and I’m sure it’ll be good for this chapter too

ALSO FL JUST DIPPED?? BRO LIAM WAS PROBABLY SO DEPRESSED OMG POOR DUDE

the way Josephine keeps getting forgotten 💀

speaking of, don’t think the little rose slid past me in chapter 10-

poor josie probably would have loved to be a bridesmaid but ofc she’s not a noble so she can’t really but her trying to be included and share the happiness ☹️☹️

PLEASE DOBBG VOICE 😭 😭

Parental visit chapters gonna be..something..to say the least.

Also a few more flirty bit in the noahatic arc don’t worry

And fl will meet Sherlock and become biggest menacing duo ever. Mycroft hates them.

Glad the rose didn’t slide past but it’s also sad but cute at the same time 😭 Josephine and fls dynamic is everything to me bro

Yeah fl just left (tiny hint at the beginning of the letter as to why) to help her parents and stuff. They wanted her to go with Liam but ofc fl being fl went alone (with josie)

It’s okay tho because them reuniting was cute asf

[moonchildstyles]

hi!!! so!!! i’m obsessed with all things vintage and all that good stuff and idk if you’ve ever seen or heard of babydoll nightgowns but they were really common in the 50s and 60s and look SO SO SO comfortable and cute like extremely lightweight and perfect for summer nights and now i’m convinced malibu harry buys his wife various babydoll nightgowns in any colour you can imagine let me link some pics!!! 🦋🎀

baby blue

light pink + one with a robe

babydoll shorts and a pyjama top

and a long sleeve one for colder weather

omg stop I love the babydoll dress look esp in lingerie w all the sheer fabric and the feathers and pretty stuff:((((( but youre so right he would love to buy her all of those pretty things like I can totally see him taking her shopping bc he knows hes been working alot so he wants to spend time w her and she never buys herself anything nice like that so he def would love to take her out to buy all of those pretty dresses esp!!!!!! the pink one:(((( or he brings it home as a surprise:(

[cielospeaks]

-dv livestream!

thoughts:

-so first of all, mY ABSOLUTE MADLADS HOLY SHIT JOSEPH JOESTAR VOICE RICKY BOI IS GOING TO WIN THE DEDUCTION STAR OH MY GOSHHhhhh ok. i am normal abt this. i would really like it if he wins but im terrified at what sorta skin they will give him.

neutral ending: he gets like. a chopin biopic theme outfit (or even another composer. monteverdi maybe if they want to hammer in the references to orfeo or whatever). playing it safe but thats fine tbh. you want me to suffer (affectionate) ending: its amadeus the movie and idk if ricky would be mozboi or sal but either way im screaming and crying on the ground. bad ending: its none of these options and its something predictable/boring/shipping related and im like. angery face. expanded galaxy brain it will not happen but i can hope: any of my shitpost rickys. music man ricky. froderick fronkensteen ricky. beet from batea ricky. ricky wearing a nightgown and nothing else absolutely losing it ricky (that being said i have no idea but a jekyll and hyde ricky would be a bit goated)

-and for the actual livestream stuff. the three new characters are neat. i think im more attached to them than other ones- memory and adaemil were very lore heavy, lily and friends were fine but i dont feel so invested (esp when operas backstory was just a more marketable rehash of antonios -angry face emoji- ). i like the gambler lady. shes fancy yes but shes got an air of like. elegance and politeness i dont get from other characters in the series. idk i just think shes pretty and shes got them gantsby vibes -pacha hand-. goatman seems nice, like bane or burk or someone. knight seems like a cool guy or could be just the "polite guy villified for plot" and i guess that means either way ill prolly like him -le shrug-. that being said i hope hes well written and isnt a character i wont end up liking. itd be cool if he and ricky can be bros. he gives me those vibes. also gambler lady and antonio being gambling buds would be so cute. the friend he deserves. everyone can be buds with goat man bc he seems nice too.

-not so interested in the crossovers/events besides the holmes one which is big interest omg. the new lady seems like shed be a cool irene adler if shes added. detective as holmes pls. (its prlly gonna b novelist or maybe mercenary bc of mr inference? but listen cone boi is detective so holmes should be too, since his apprentice is lol)

-sept the first school au hunter gets revealed. im like :| bc this series hasnt had any faves yet but it also seems mostly harmless and gives less popular characters skins occasionally so tbh im fine w it. itll prolly be a popular hunter and not my boi antonio but whatever. -shrug emoji-

-rest of lore: ok this is fine. like tbh id rather they dont focus on the journalist plot bc i really dont like it lmao. i find the animation kinda ugly and the characters are all really unlikeable. its also just impossible to talk abt the plot to anyone since everyone has such different takes on it lol

-that being said i am looking forward to maybe the next essence/season (w gambler lady? antonio a/b tier pls he needs it. pretty lady who is also gambler i think he needs this)

[paristheonewhoreads]

Little Bunny | Raider!Joel x F!reader

warnings: 18+ only, Dark!joel, dom!joel, age gap (Joel is 46, reader is 19), non-con, daddy kink, virgin!reader, sub!reader, innocents kink, oral sex (f!receiving), just the tip fucking?, thigh fucking??, indirect creampie???, somnophilia, pet names (sweetheart, bunny, peach, princess, etc.) toxic femininity, misogyny, groping, mentions of death, murder, slight gore and talks of needing to move a body. Joel is very talkative (calls us a bitch but idk if that’s a tw), and kinda filthy so be warned lol.

Synopsis: Your father leaves before you wake and in his place Joel is the man of the house. You try to get to know the mysterious stranger though he seems to want to do much more than just talk to you.

A/n: SMUT. (Finally huh?) Please if you are of any age younger than eighteen, DO NOT READ. Also, quick FYI this story takes place about ten years after the outbreak so things are relatively better than they would be if it were twenty years instead. That being said, enjoy!

P.s In my mind I’m writing about game Joel (because to me he’s just…better. No hate to Pedro I love him) having said that, it’s obviously up to you who you imagine when reading :)

Word count: 9.5k 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 (that was an accident)

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

Chapter Two

The soft mellow breeze of spring flutters into your bedroom as you stir awake. Birds chirping outside welcoming you from your slumber. You sit up in bed with a yawn, and stretch your arms and back out after being curled up all night. It’s not as cold as it was during winter now that spring is here and the sun is a much more constant friend again, so sleeping with your window open is always a treat in the early mornings.

You push your soft pink floral bedsheets aside and slip your feet into your fuzzy slippers. The house is quiet. Strange, your father would be up by now either making breakfast or feeding the chickens out back. Either way, you make your way out of your room and into the kitchen. You stop before going in at your fathers door. Pressing your ear up against it to see if you hear him.

With no sound coming from the other side you decide to give a light knock on the wooden door, “Dad? Are you in there?” you ask just loud enough for him to have heard you on the other side.

There’s no response.

At this your brows furrow slightly, and you go to turn and open the bedroom door.

“He’s not here princess.” a honeyed voice calls behind you.

Turning back, you see Mr.Miller is standing at the end of the hallway, cup of coffee in hand.

“Hope you don’t mind, made myself a cup. Been a long time since I’ve had my morning fix.” he raises the mug up slightly.

You shake your head, “not at all, good morning.” you say anxiously. You don’t know why, but everytime-which haven’t been that many considering you’ve only interacted with him a handful of times, you body spikes in nervousness.

He makes you jittery. That being said it’s honestly a little silly, he doesn’t even speak or do much to make you feel this way. So you try to push that feeling deep down. Ignoring it.

With your hand off the doorknob, and being fully turned to him, you’re brought back to why your out in the hall in the first place.

“You said my fathers not here?” you recall, head tilting slightly, hands meeting at your front as they start to nervously fittle.

He doesn’t answer right away, just takes a look at you up and down. He takes in how you look in the mornings. Your hair is down, cascading down over your shoulders, not as neat as it had been last night, but not at all any less winsome. Your wearing a silk pink nightgown, white lace running along the neckline and helm. It had white bows too, two on either side of where the straps met the neckline and one right where the slit on your thigh began. A semi matching silk robe over it, given the slight chill in the morning air.

Your cute little fuzzy slippers on your feet. You look absolutely ravishing.

Fuck. And she’s only in her fucking pajamas? Joel thought to himself.

He clears his through and nods his head before taking a sip from his mug, “He and his men left at dawn, one of ‘em said they saw another group just west of here. I sent some of my men along with them too.” he explains.

You frown at this, pout prominent. He left? Without saying anything? That’s not like your father, he’d have woken you up or..maybe he left a-

“He wrote you a little something before he left.” Joel pipes up before making his way to you, he passes you by making his way into the living room and picking up a letter left on the coffe table.

He hands it to you, and you immediately feel yourself relax a little as you see his writing on the envelope.

A letter.

Is all it says, he’s never been one for writing. You carefully rip open the paper and pull out the letter, unfolding it.

Dear honey,

I’ll be gone by the time you wake up tomorrow and read this. I’ve been told that there is another group of men out west. Not as big as Joel’s, but they were seen with heavy arms and even a couple of horses. Not all of Joel’s men are in condition to go out there again, Joel included. So he and the ones who can’t will be staying behind to keep an eye on things here. Make sure he feels as welcome as he can. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Might take a couple of days, no more than a week. Take care of yourself and remember to feed the chickens when you wake up.

I’ll love you always,

dad.

You both ease up and tense as you read your thatchers words. His explanation for why he’s left is brief, but still you understand. His final farewell at the end of his note has you smile slightly. You sigh as you finish, putting the letter back in the envelope.

Looking up, you find Joel is still there, eyeing you almost expectingly.

“He give a good reason for why I stayed back?” he surprises you with a sly smile, and a light chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. As if he was the one who was nervous.

You blink at him for a moment, not saying anything before you snap back into it, “he said you were in no condition to go and help.” The sentence, although not intentionally, comes out with a sharp tone.

Joel’s gaze hardens for a moment, jaw clenching, his hands curl into fists at his side. A look of spite flashes across his face, however, as quickly as it appears it vanishes.

“That how you talk to all your guests?” he nags.

Your eyes drop to the floor at his tone. He sounds as if he was your father scolding you. Looking down at the letter in your hands you recall what your father had told you.

“…Make sure he feels as welcome as he can…”

With a defeated sigh, your shoulders slump slightly.

Once again you meet his gaze with your own, “I’m sorry Mr.Miller, I guess I’m just…he’s never left so often in such little time before. And,well, he’s not exactly at his prime anymore…” you trail off.

Why would you even tell him that? He doesn’t care. Much less need to know why you’re being so rude.

His eyes softened at that, “I’m sure your old man will be just fine sweetheart.”

Him calling you sweetheart makes the nest of butterflies in your stomach flutter slightly.

You clear your throat, and that seems to relieve the tension and awkwardness in the room, “Have you had breakfast yet?” you mellow, slippers flip-flopping with each step you take as you make your way to the kitchen, Joel hot on your trail.

“No.” He says as he leans on the opposite side of the counter, just looking at you, “Not much of a breakfast person. Cup of coffee’s all I really need.”

Trying to be a good hostess you try to persuade him into eating, “well just coffee is no good. Especially since…“ you pause.

Why had Joel stayed behind? He seems perfectly fine. He walks okay, no limp. Doesn’t look bruised or beaten at all. Even looks rather energized from the nights rest he’d gotten.

The unsettling feeling you’d pushed down earlier rises and settles back in you gut as you see he really is in the condition to go out there again.

He gives you a quizzical look, lifting a brow at you. If he had taken it

“um, since you’re not well. My father said you’re not in a good condition.” you try not to let your suspicions glances be obvious as you turn around to rummage through the pantry.

You decide you’ll make eggs with potatoes and sausage. Last harvest the whole town had been quite overwhelmed with how many potatoes were had. So you figured you’d just have to try and sneak them into your meals until the hefty supply in potatoes went down.

“Well I’m starving.” you chirp, trying to change the subject again. Given the ugly look he’d given you in the living room, you didn’t want to grill him for answers just yet.

“How’s about I make us breakfast. Nothing too fancy, but definitely yummy.” You say placing all the ingredients on the counter.

He watches you move around the kitchen pulling out seasonings, pans, plates, all so smoothly. You work your way around, and in Les than thirty minutes you’ve got eggs and sausage cooked and plated. Potatoes still cooking on a pan, the sound of them frying filling the house along with the smell of the sausage.

You place a plate in front of him, handing him a fork and a glass of water.

You yourself sip on a green juice you drink every morning as you stir the potatoes once more.

Joel doesn’t dig in just yet, just observes you as if what you’re doing is so enchanting. Staring at your ass everytime you turn your back to him. He feels himself stiffen in the worn sweats your father had lended him. Trying to distract himself he looks at the clear glass in your hand, “what’s that your drinking?” He asks.

You look from the pan to him, and then to the glass half full in your hand. “Oh, um, this is a green juice I drink in the mornings. It’s supposed to help with digestion and make my skin look healthier.” as you say it, it sounds a little weird.

You’d always taken yourself very seriously in regards to your health. Always making sure you have enough protein and vitamins. Always drinking plenty of water. You suppose it’s because of how you’d lost your mother. She’d given her life to give light to you. Why shouldn’t you take care of yourself?

Maybe a bit dramatic, sure, but really there wasn’t at all anything bad with it. You wouldn’t call yourself high maintenance for your looks, more just your wellbeing.

“Um, you wanna try it?” you ask him after a beat of silence. Offering him the glass he looks at it for a moment, seemingly not really interested in it, but curiosity gets the better of him as he takes the cup from you.

His fingers brush against yours for a split second. You don’t seem to take much notice in it, but fuck if doesn’t feel the spark on his skin when in contact with yours.

You’re just that sweet, aren’t you bunny?

You give him a nod of encouragement to take a sip from the drink. To him you’d just nodded to the question he’d asked you in his head. Christ, if he didn’t want to just pounce on you.

He takes a sip of your mysterious green beverage, it’s not the most delightful think he’s tasted, but also not the most horrible.

“And you say you drink this every..?” he asks you even though he knows what you’d said before. Anything to hear you talk to him.

“Every morning.” You answer with a smile. He takes another sip, tasting it again, before shaking his head, “not for me. Don’t know how you drink that.” He exaggerates.

This makes you laugh, your giggle filling the kitchen. At the sound of your laughter Joel feels his hand twitch. The urge to calm his stuffing cock in his pants. God he needs you. If he doesn’t get his hands on you soon he’ll have to just take you whichever way it fits best.

You move back to the pan, potatoes ready now after one final stir, oblivious of the man across from you’s thoughts. You pick it up and move over to where he’s sitting, giving him two big spoonfuls on his plate before serving yourself some.

“It’s not that bad. Besides they pay off don’t they?” You joke as you gesture to your face, moving your head side to side in order to show off your glowing skin.

Joel admires you as you do so, and even when you go to fork at your food he still doesn’t break his gaze from looking at you.

“Yeah, guess they do.” is all he responds with before he’s digging into his own plate.

Breakfast goes by quickly as you both eat in silence. Once finished Joel excuses himself and wander to his room. You wash up before heading to your bedroom as well. After a nice shower, you change into a white lace babydoll top, some old light wash jean shorts, and your old white converses.You let your hair down so that it can air dry, and put on your gold heart locket.

After almost forgetting to feed the chickens, you go out into the backyard, grabbing a scoop full of dried corn you pour it into a small woven basket. Placing it on your hip, you begin to toss some of it on the ground, the chicks and their mothers rushing to you to get as much as they can.

Once they’ve been fed, you decide to stay outside and enjoy the warm breeze now that it’s noon. You head inside to get a something to read from the book shelf in the living room. You pick a random one you don’t believe you’ve read yet, and as you’re walking back you notice your fathers letter on the coffe table.

You swiftly pick it up and take it to your room. You’ve just finished stuffing it into your other small stack of journals and papers you’ve saved, when you hear a knock on the front door.

Knowing that it couldn’t have been your dad because of the knock itself, you wonder who it could be. Your halfway to the door when there’s another insistant knock.

You open the door to find another man you’ve never met before.

He’s got a raven mane on top his head, with a just as equally dark mustache and thick scuff growing along his jaw. Beauty marks pepper his face, and as you meet his dark eyes, he’s looking back at you with a gaze so deep you could get lost in them.

“Um,” you look around and behind him but he seems to be alone, “Can I help you…” you trail off.

“Tommy. Tommy Miller, a pleasure.” He introduces himself and extends a hand for you to shake. Tommy Miller?

Miller?

“You’re Joel’s..” you wait for him to answer you as you shake his hand. Unlike the other Miller he doesn’t squeeze as hard.

“Brother. I actually came here to speak to him. He in by any chance?” His heavy accent rings.

“Oh, um, yes. Yes he is. Come inside and I’ll go get him.” You push the front door open wider as the miller brother passes you and walks into the living room.

You don’t even need to go and get Joel because he’s already walking down the hall to the two of you. He’s changed into a dark green flannel and some worn jeans, boots heavy on his feet.

“Tommy.” He greets his brother.

You look between the two men, both of whom stand taller than yourself. You do see the similarities, their height, their eyes, thick southern accents, but other than that they’re both completely different from one another.

“Joel.” Tommy nods, “Came to talk to you ‘bout something.” he says with a look you can’t quite place your finger on.

Joel seems to know what it is, shakes his head

then looks to you, “mind given us a moment here princess?” he gestures between him and his brother.

At the pet name Tommy smirks, raising a brow at you. That makes your cheeks flare up, and your skin becomes warm. Joel notices, but his expression doesn’t change.

At the attention on both millers you become flustered, “Um,y-yeah. Sure.” You stammer, as you go to pick up your book. With a small smile you give Tommy in goodbye, you make your way out into the backyard again. You walk over to the swing chair that hangs from the big tree out back. It covers you in shade and you swing slightly on it as you read.

You’re only able to focus on your book for so long. Your mind wandering over to the two men inside. His brother just happened to stay too? I’d of thought he’d had sent him too. Tommy didn’t look mal for wear. If enything it seems the two brother would’ve been in perfect shape to go help your father.

Did Joel even answer my question on why he’d stayed?

Joel was a..peculiar man. The first interaction with him had been weird. Borderline creepy. How he’d squeezed your hand. He hasn’t said anything then. It took him until dinner when you were alone to finally talk to you.

You’re rarely put in situations where you need to be introduced yourself in your small town, but surely you’re supposed to say something. Not just stand there with a stoney look on your face.

After a couple moments you try to shake of your thoughts. You wouldn’t need to deal with him alone for long. Dad would be home by dinner tonight and once they’re settled in, he’ll find Joel and his men somewhere else to sleep and he’ll be out of your house. At a distance.

Thirty minutes later, and you’re so engrossed into the book your reading that you don’t notice when Joel steps outside, eyes squinting slightly from the brightness of the suns warmth. He spots you a little ways away and walks on over.

Once at the tree he leans against it, facing you, “Book good?” he asks.

You look up at him, giving him a small smile, “yeah it’s not bad. I’ve never read it before but it’s actually pretty good.” you explain.

“Yeah bet you know plenty about pretty things don’t you? Pretty girl.”

You heat up suddenly at his pet name for you, eyesight immediately moving down to the book in your hands as you become shy, “I-i guess so.” You talk to the book more rather than him.

“Why do you always do that?” his tone serious now.

Oh?

Looking back up at him, you give him a look, and he straightens up again, his features softening as well as his voice, he shrugs his shoulders, “ I’m just saying. Usually you’d at least say thank you when someone compliments you.” he all but scolds.

Panicked,your eyes widen, “oh- I’m sorry. I didn’t-I don’t-.” you scold yourself in your head.

Was that rude of me?

Taking breath, “I just don’t,” you start,”it’s not often I get told things like that.”

I don’t get told things like this by men like you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. Thank you. It’s very sweet of you.” you say sheepishly with a tight lipped smile.

It’s embarrassing really, him having to tell you it wasn’t polite to not say thank you.

He makes a noise of understanding, nodding his head, “Well now, when I compliment you it’d be nice to here that from you. Let me know you like it.”

Do you like it?

A warmth settles into your tummy, “okay. I will from now on Mr.Miller. I didn't mean to be rude,” you try to reason “I guess I just don’t really talk to any new people really.”

“Well people say things like that all the time,” he pushes himself off the tree and steps in front of you. You crank your neck up to be able to see him, “especially to pretty girls like you.” his hand reaches out to run the back of his fingers down your cheek until he can hold your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

He smiles at you, but there’s something else behind it you just don’t-

Stop it. He’s being kind. He’s trying to be nice.

“Thank you.” you say blink up at him, voice meek, butterflies fluttering in your stomach again as you try to push away the unsettling feeling you’ve been getting since his arrival.

He caresses your jaw lightly with his thumb and takes a step back, letting go, “You’re welcome, princess.”

The encounter with Joel doesn’t leave your mind as the rest of the day goes by. All you can do is replay the scene over and over and over again in your head. Analyzing everything about it.

From the way he spoke to you once you’d said thank you.

“…Princess…”

Princess.

You feel yourself blush and you bit your lip in order to suppress the stupid smile that wants to plaster itself on your face, that insufferable feeling of something bubbling in your stomach intensifying.

To the way he’d touched you. His hands had felt rough when you’d shook them upon your first interaction. You never knew they could be so soft however. When it came to caressing your face they’d been so gentle.

Could a man like Joel miller be gentle?

They had been. So gentle. You couldn’t get over how his eyes had scanned your face as you’d looked up at him. His eyes lingering on your lips.

Did he like your lips? Were they as pretty as he’d said you were?

Would he have kissed you?

You shake your head as you dismiss the thought.

No that’s stupid.

Was it stupid though? So stupid that you’re currently trying to put more effort into your looks for dinner?

You sit at your vanity, starring at the girl looking back at you through the mirror. You’ve done up your hair is half up half down. You’d put in some old hair rollers that had given your hair some soft curls as they cascaded down your back. You’d added some lipstick to your cheeks as blush.

Not having much to work with in terms of makeup seen as most of it was over ten years old and more than likely long since experienced. All you can really do is just add some color to your cheeks,lips, and a little bit to the lid of your eyes.

You’d picked out another dress similar to yesterdays, a white knee length dress. It sits nicely on your body, or so the women of the town had said, whatever that may mean. It feels comfortable, so you go with it.

Dinner wouldn’t be much, just some vegetables, rice and some roasted rabbit your dad had in the slaughterhouse out back. You never went in there. Ever. When you’d been six your father had been working on the garden and you’d been playing and wondered into it.

Never again.

You’d screamed so loud people nearby had run up the hill to your home to see what was wrong.

You shiver and wiggle your body at the thought. Gross.

Joel had gone in there per your request. When you’d explained why you just couldn’t go in there he’d laughed at you.

You’d shoved him slightly with your shoulder, “hey it’s not funny! It was really scared. Left me traumatized even.” you smile as he chuckles.

“Don’t worry pretty girl, don’t gotta go in there anytime soon.” he’d said as he passed you after patting your head.

That’s another reason for you putting more effort into yourself tonight. You’d cooked the rice and chopped up the vegetables already. All that was left was the rabbit but you’d but that to cook about thirsty minutes ago so it’d be done in about fifteen more.

A once over as you fix your hair has you overthinking.

Is it too much? This is stupid. One compliment and your getting ready for…what? Him?

Before you can make up your mind on wether just taking this dress off along with the makeup there’s a knock on your door.

You stumble slightly on your bare feet, as you bad towards the door nervously, cracking it open so that only your head pops out.

Joel stands there still dressed in his same jeans he’d worn earlier only thing that’s different is he’s also bearfoot, and he’s wearing a white t-shirt that looks comfy. It hugs his upper body so…well.

You can see his broad shoulders, toned chest, even the muscles of his arms, which seem to be just about bursting through the seams.

At seeing you poke you’re head out of the door he raises a brow, “Dinners ready. Made sure it was cooked.” He says

“Oh you didn’t have to do that, I was just about to go and check on it.” You frown

“Well then how’s ‘bout you come on out of there then darlin’.”

“Well I would-I mean I will just-um.” you try to make something up to stay in a little longer. “just,I’ll be out in a second.” shutting the door softly you press your forehead to the door, eyes squeezing shut as you take a breath. You hear Joel start walking down the hall, footsteps heavy.

You’re already dressed you might as well just go out. No point in taking it off now that’s it’s on.

After a moment you force yourself to yank the door open and walk to the kitchen, you see Joel there, serving up two portions, table set.

He’s cutting up some of the rabbit. The dim lights in the kitchen cascading him in a low glow. He looks so..nice. Yeah, he looks nice. This is nice. Your nerves start to simmer down.

He looks up once he hears your soft steps along the hardwood floor, faltering once he takes you in.

Christ.

You’re standing there, looking like an absolute doll. Your hair is done up, he can see there’s more defined coils in your locks as they fall over your shoulders, framing your face.

Your dress isn’t necessarily anything special, but fuck if you don’t look gorgeous. It meets just above your knees, feet bare. You’re beautiful, look more..flushed. You have a tint to your cheeks and lips. He stares more at your lips. He can tell you put more effort in your appearance than you usually do.

You fiddle with your hands as you feel him take you in.

Did he like it?

Did he like you?

He sets the carving knife and meat fork down, not taking his eyes off you as he goes around the counter until he’s standing right infront of you again.

Neither of your gazes leave one another as he approaches you, “Look at you, princess. All dolled up.” He reaches out for you placing a hand on the curve of your waist, pulling you to fun slightly

His other hand goes to cup your face, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“This all for me?” he tilts his head.

You feel yourself becoming warm and bubbly again, giving him a shy nod and small smile, “I thought maybe you’d, um,” you shrug, feeling embarrassed at admitting why you’d tried harder tonight.

“Don’t shy away now baby, tell me.” Joel urges you, hand on your waist sliding back and down to your lower back.

“I thought, maybe you’d..like it. Call me pretty again.” The words make you feel so much more embarrassed it’s practically mortifying.

“I don’t know it was dumb. I know you said I was, and-but I didn’t-“ your nervous rambling is cut short as Joel presses the hand on your lower back, hauling you forward until your pressed up against him.

You hand fly up to his strong chest, ruffling up the white shirt slightly. His touch alone making you feel dizzy.

“Of course I like it darling. I love it. You getting all dressed up for me. You look stunning n’ your lil’ white dress.” He cups your face, giving you a reassuring smile.

He loves it?

You look stunning.

He likes it.

You mirror his smile, feeling like you’d done a good job at making yourself look your best for him.

“I’m glad you like it Mr. Miller.” you giggle.

Joel hum, his yes looking over the features of your face until they land on your lips.

Oh god..

You bit your bottom lip and look up at him, his eyes snapping back to yours as they glimmer in the soft dim lighting of the kitchen.

He moves his face closer to yours, nose brushing against your own as he nudges you head to the side and up.

He’s going to kiss me. You thing dreamily.

He’s going to kiss me. You realize.

Eyes widening in a panic, you pull back, your hand pressing against his chest to halt him.

Joel’s eyebrows knit in confusion, but his hands tighten around you harder as he looks at you.

Frustratingly, his look of concern starts to simmer into one of annoyance and anger, “What’s wrong sweetheart? Thought you said you liked me. Ain’t this why you got all pretty for me?”

Your panic spikes more at his tone, he sounds a bit offended that you didn’t accept his kiss. Like he’d just given you a prize and you’d rejected it.

I didn’t mean to.

“I’ve never kissed anybody.” your nerves have you blurting out, cheeks flaring up.

There’s a beat of silence, but that only makes you feel more ashamed. You’d always felt a sort of shame at your own inexperience with these kind of..things. Although it’d never really matter to you enough to pursue anyone or do anything like kiss someone. It would feel embarrassing when all the older women in town would tease you.

“At this rate you’ll never find yourself a nice man to settle down with.”

“Men don’t take much a liking to girls as shy as you honey.”

“Can’t believe a young girl like you hasn’t been whisked away yet.”

“At your age I was already at least engaged.”

“Now how are you going to get yourself a husband like that, hm?”

That’s all the women would ever agree on when it came to you. They’d all agree when it came to your looks, and polite manners, but god forbid you not have a man yet. You’d tried, once. Really tried, but the boy you’d been talking to just wasn’t very pleasant to be around.

You didn’t exactly know why he hadn’t appealed to you. He was funny, not bad looking, just a year and a half older than you. Perhaps it was the way he’d been too touchy at first, or how he’d make ‘jokes’ about you and your body. Saying all the vulgar things he’d liked to do to you. It’d completely driven you away from ever interacting with anyone like that again.

And now you’ve denied a kiss from the only man besides your father that you’d wanted one from.

You sigh, eyes closing shut, your head drooping forward in shame, as you rest your forehead on his right peck. The urge to apologize for your lack of knowledge is strong. However the weight of embarrassment is stronger as it pulls down on your resolve to say anything.

Joel remains silent, and that only eats at you more. You feel like a complete and utter idiot.

Why did you even put on this stupid dress on for? A dumb compliment?

You’re a joke.

He untangles himself from you, stepping back, “Sit. I’ll serve you dinner.” is all he grunts out. Moving back to where he’d been cutting up the meat.

You feel yourself deflate, shoulders drooping. Not saying anything, you do what you’re told. Sitting there looking at nothing in particular.

Joel comes back with two plates in hand, along with a glass of water. He sets down a plate and the glass of water in front of you, and surprises you when he sits in what would typically be your fathers place.

He doesn’t look at you as he begins to pick food up with his fork, but all you can do is look at him. Silently pleading him to say something.

Did he not like you now that he knows you haven’t even kissed anyone yet?

He probably thinks you’re pathetic. Just like the women said.

You stare at him for a moment more, before deciding you’d rather just get dinner over with and lock yourself in your bedroom. Not really feeling hungry anymore, you just drink your water.

About fall glass in Joel speaks up, “I think it’s cute you haven’t kissed anyone before.” between a mouthful of food.

You bring the glass down from your mouth, setting it down on the table, “you think it’s..cute?” you say, baffled.

He just nods again, “You’re a special girl. A special girl needs her special first.” is all he says, still not looking up from his plate.

“When do you know who’s the special first?” you ask, hoping for an answer to the age long question.

Why can’t i seem to just find someone?

Joel stops chewing, meeting you eyes with his, “y’just do. Start getting all flushed. Your body is first to know. Then your head. Makes you want to talk to them, get to know em’. Then your body starts to get all hot, itching to touch.” He sees you look back down at your plate at that, and smirks.

You don’t look up from the food you’ve barely touched. It feels as if you took into his eyes again after what he’d just said, that he’ll know. He’ll know you feel that way about him.

So you don’t look up, even as he continues, “start to ache between your legs. Getting all tingly, you’re body knows what you want even if your brain doesn’t.”

Is that why you’ve been feeling that way?

Does your body know it wants him?

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, s’just natural. We all react the same way, our bodies..in a sense.” He chuckles the last works.

Nothing is spoken the rest of dinner, it doesn’t even last more than thirty minutes because you suddenly begin to feel your head pounding, mouth dry. You raise you hand up to your forehead to try and somehow calm the ache.

Joel sees this, “y’alright there sugar?” his voice sounds far away.

“Y-yeah. I-i just- need to, go to bed.” is all you can utter. You go to stand up, only for your legs to wobble before they give out beneath you.

Arms grasp yours for support, your vision becoming blurry, sounds muffled.

“J-Joel?” your say, before you go limp, world going dark.

He’d thought the pills would’ve taken more than a damn half hour to kick in.

You’d practically guzzled the whole glass.

He can’t blame you, poor thing. Nervous beyond belief, all fidgety. You never were very still, always moving, always doing something. He'd had a fantasy about taking you in your bed, in your bedroom, when he’d first glanced into it as your father had taken him to his room.

Walls a light pink, all white furniture that had surprisingly been kept in remarkable condition given the circumstances of the world. Warm pink sheets, white fluffy pillows, white curtains that didn’t do much to obscure the view of inside from the other side of the window.

You had some stuffed animals on your bed too, an old small stuffed bunny.

That’d been how he got your nickname.

His little bunny.

Your bedroom had been the embodiment of you.

He steps into your room, the soft light from your bedside table lamp illuminates the space, fairy lights around the archway of your closet, does the rest. Your vanity still has some of the things you’d used to get yourself ready scattered on top.

Walking to your bed, he lays you down, your hair splaying out around you like a halo.

You’re out cold. Don’t even move as the bed dips, with the weight of his body on it. Joel can’t stop looking at you, more specifically your tits.

He was always more of a tits man over an ass. Though he could appreciate the presence of both.

They’ve been pushing up against the low neckline of the dress all evening. Not bursting out, but definitely needing to be left out. Spreading your legs, he runs his calloused hands from the sides of your knees up your thighs, dress becoming bunched up as they slip under the fabric.

Shit, your so fucking soft everywhere. Your hands, your face, your voice, legs, body, all of you. It makes him want to squeeze you so tight he’s worried he’d break you.

Maybe he will, but certainly not yet. No. He’d have his fun with you. Break you down bit by bit till you yourself collapse with no other option but to have him build you back up.

His hands reach your panties, he feels at them, the texture seeming to be lace, as he imagines the intricate details, they toy with the band, and he pulls at it, stretching it out till it can’t anymore.

He lets it go, and it snaps back into place. Smacking your skin as it does. He glances up at your face, you don’t even flinch.

“Worked like a fuckin charm didn’t they baby?” he coos at you.

As if you’d answer.

He thinks to himself. Grinning like it’s funny. He moves his hand once again, this time up the sides of your stomach up your ribs. Feeling the goosebumps he leaves in the wake of his touch. They stop once they feel the wire of your bra, letting only his thumb feel the smooth material of it, over where your nipples would be.

Sliding them behind you, he expertly unclasps the hooks behind your back, seeing your breasts lose the support of it as they settle naturally on your chest.

“God your so fucking pretty, bunny. Such a good girl, hm? Getting all pretty for me just to catch my attention.” he doesn’t care that you won’t respond, might even prefer it.

Pulling his hands back from under your dress, he gropes your breasts, feeling them up as they fill his palms. Squeezing till he can see, your skin pale at the pressure, then releasing to see the imprints of his fingers begin to redden. His cock strains, begs, to be let out as it presses against his jeans, but he pursues.

Tracing the neckline of your dress up to the thin straps he pulls them down along with your bra, slipping them through your arms and throwing the bra aside on the bed as he pulls the dress completely off of down and off your body.

He could bust in his pants just by looking at you.

Tits bare, in nothing more than some white lace panties, with matching bows. If he had his fucking phone, he’d take so many pictures of you, save them for later use when he needs to blow one and you’re not there.

He relishes in the view. Committing every detail of you to memory. The way your chest rises and falls with each instinctual breath, the way your hair framed your peaceful angelic face. He can’t take it any longer, as he immediately falls on top of you, hands flying to your breasts as he needs them, mouth kissing and sucking lightly at the pillowy flesh.

Can’t mark you just yet baby.

“Have to wait.” He mumbles against your breast, beard a rough, striking, contrast from your softness. Just like him. His mouth connects with your hard nipple, sucking and licking at it like he’d actually get something to come out.

The sounds of him are obscene as the echo through the room. He’s sure your father could hear it from his room if he was still alive to be here.

Joel switches from one nipple to the other, basking in the warmth of your skin. This continues for a while, swirling his touch around your nubs before he’s skimming one hand down the length of your torso, until they meet the fabric of your panties again.

Not wasting any time he slips a hand in, running a finger down to your clit, rubbing lazy circles softly.

This, you do stir at. Your head falling to the side, as your legs twitch inward slightly, breathing patter changing, “feels good doesn’t it sweetheart? Yeah, it does. Pretty pussy hasn’t been touched the way it deserves has it?”

Slipping a finger through your fold he groans against your skin, “fuck your a mess. Little bitch, I haven’t even touched you yet, baby.”. Once he gets his fill from your breasts, he kisses down past the curve of your boob, onto your stomach until his face reaches your panties.

Kneeling in between your legs Joel doesn’t even think twice before he buries his face into your clothed pussy, inhaling your musky sent. You smell perfect, he’s practically itching to rip your underwear off.

He resists however, wanting this to last a little longer before he takes what he wants from you. He won’t fuck you tonight, no. He wants to hear all the noises you’ll make once he’s balls deep in you, tearing you in half as you try to accommodate him in you. Wants to feel you scratch and claw at his back from how hard he’s pounding into your tight hole.

This time when his cock twitches he listens to it, practically ripping his belt off, and pulling at the zipper on his crotch. He gets harder as the cool spring air make contact with his skin.

Leaning back on his knees he spreads your legs more, until he has a perfect view of the wet spot that’s soaked through the thin material of your underwear.

“Need to taste you first bunny.” he grumbles, and hurries to hook his fingers onto the waistband of them before sliding them down your legs, carefully placing them next to you.

Laying down now as he comes to settle between your thighs, hands feeling the skin there too.

“You don’t understand how badly I’ve wanted to touch you like this, bunny. From the moment I saw you I wanted you just like this.” He kisses up the inside of your thigh, alternating between your two legs until he places a single kiss onto your folds, nose nudging your clit.

He languidly flattens his tongue, the puffy walls of your pussy opening up to let him skim your slit with it. He looks up at you for any reaction, all he gets is your eyebrows furrowing and a whimper that doesn’t quite make it out as you once again turn your head to the opposite side.

Joel smiles into your pussy, and dives in completely. He licks at your slit before he’s latched onto your clit. Swirling his tongue round-around and then flattening it again. Trying to get even deeper, he shakes his head as he presses into you.

“Fuck you taste so sweet princess.” He whispers into you, one hand going up to group your left tit while he continues to eat you out. Horrendously filthy noises filling your pretty pink bedroom as he abuses your cunt.

His other hand comes to rub the sensitive nub between your legs as he slips his tounge into you, fucking you with it. It doesn’t take long before your pussy is nice and puffy. Shades of red and pink glistening with your wetness and his saliva.

He feels you clench on his finger and hums, “yeah baby? You like that? Like when daddy fucks you’re tight little hole him?”

You’ve started to whimper in your drug induced sleep, hands subconsciously tightening and bunching up your pillow and sheets. Legs threatening to close around Joel’s head so much he has to use the hand on your breast to keep you open for him.

The one rubbing your clit moves down to your slit, lightly prodding at your hole, “gonna have to be a big girl and take it baby” is all the warning he gives you, before he begins to slip his finger inside.

You’re whole body twitches, he can see your stomach tighten at the intrusion, your breath is heavy now, you’re practically panting. None of that matters however, because you suck in his digit in until he’s knuckle deep.

“Thaats it baby, fuck. Look at you, taking it so well sweetheart.” he begins to move his finger in and out, the mixture of wetness making it slip through with ease.

His mouth latches back onto your clit, and something in him snaps with his desire for you that he bites down on it. Not too hard, but just enough to where you’re moaning out loud in your sleep. Legs kicking lightly as you squirm to try and get away. His free hand holds you in place, once again running his tounch over to soothe the pain.

It doesn’t take long before another finger is joining the first. He feels more resistance than he did with the first one, your walls a bit harder to push by, but he makes it fit. He’s pumping them into you roughly and faster now.

Feels you begin to tighten more and more the longer he goes on, “that’s right bunny, come for me. Come for daddy, baby. That’s it, fuck, that’s it baby yeahh.” you mewl in response to your bodies release as you cream around Joel’s fingers. Legs instinctively clamping shut, squeezing his hand I between.

He lets you ride it out as you feverishly hump up into his hand. Slowly dragging them out, he doesn’t waste time as he sucks at them, savoring the taste of your essence, then dives back into the main source, drinking it up like it’s the sweetest nectar there is.

Once he’s got you all cleaned up, pussy stretched and looking absolutely ready to be fucked, he takes his cock in hand. Using your wetness to lube himself up as he jerks himself a couple of times.

“Maybe we could just put the tip in hm baby? Would you like that? Get a taste of daddy’s cock in your pussy? Yeah, I think you’d like that you little whore.” He grunts out.

He scoots closer to you knees meeting the curve of your as, thighs prest against the back of yours as he lines himself up, “juust the tip honey. Just a little bit.” he reassures himself.

He meets resistance as his engorged, angrily red tip tries to squeeze in, “shit your so fucking tight. Won’t even let me in without having to hurt you sugar. Bet you like it like this, like it to hurt. Dirty girl.”

He hunches forward, using one arm to hold himself up so that he doesn’t crush you, applying more pressure until he pops right in, your pussy squelching.

He groans loudly you can hear it from anywhere in the house, “fuck! That’s it you little bitch, take what I fucking give you baby. Shit you feel so good.”

You moan loudly as he groans, legs once again trying to close, only to be met with his torso between them. Joel only fucks you for a small while, savoring being inside you, before he’s pulling out.

He hears you whimper at the lost of contact and chuckles, “yeah? You miss it baby? Little slut hasn’t even had the whole thing and she wants more. We’ll get there honey don’t you worry.” His cock lays on your pulsing pussy, slapping it on your wet folds.

“Shit I can feel your heart beat from here, I promise I’ll give you more soon baby. S’long as you don’t make it too hard for me.” Even asleep you look so beautiful. A thin layer of sweat sheens your body, making you shine as the light from your bedroom reflects of you.

“Blissfully fucked out already,” he laughs, “and I haven’t even fucked you yet.” He says as he takes both your legs, cock nestled between your thighs.

“How’s ’bout we finish this and go to sleep huh baby? Old man starting to smell over there in the other room. Gonna have to get rid of him once I’m done with you.”. Then he’s fucking your thighs like there is no tomorrow.

The sound of skin on skin fills the room, your bed creaking with each thrust, his balls slapping against your ass, “FUCK! I can’t wait to fuck you, can’t wait to feel your warm pussy squeeze me till I cum in ‘ya. Get you nice and full of me till your dripping.”

Your tits bounce up and down as his manic thrusts don’t stop, the sounds of your slick making his dick slide between your thighs.

It doesn’t take long for Joel to feel his own release creeping up on him, “Fuck I’m gonna come baby, gonna paint you all white and pretty. SHIT! Ohh fuckfuck FUCK! that’s right you bitch take it. Fucking-take it.” His balls tighten as he begins to come, shot after shot landing on your stomach, so much that it fills your belly button up.

Joel allows himself to collapse onto you, breath heavily and hot against your ear as he pants like a damn dog.

He stays like that with you for a little while.

“Y’did so well for me sweetheart. So good for your daddy.” he whispers into your ear, placing a kiss just under it goodbye as he lifts himself back up.

“Can’t have none of it going to waste now can we?” He asks you scooping his cum off your belly with his finger and sliding it down, pushing it into your pussy. He repeats this until he’s got most of himself in you. Smearing the rest onto your puffy outer lips.

Satisfied and sated he tucks his softened cock back into his pants, zipping himself back up. He pats your pussy, before he’s putting your panties back on, along with your dress, not caring much about the bra.

He tucks you into your bed, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

He’d wait until you were awake to give you a real kiss.

Shutting the door behind him, he goes to the front door of the house. He pulls it open and outside by the tree near the fence that surrounds your home, Tommy stands there, smoking cigarettes as he leans against the tall wood.

Once he sees Joel he makes his way over, “The hell did you get that?” Joel asks, snatching it from his brothers lips.

“Ay, now. Watch it, I got it from one of the old hags husband, had a whole drawer full of ‘em.” Tommy tries to snatch it back.

Joel keeps it out of reach, before bringing it to his lips and taking a couple puffs, then dropping it.

Tommy sighs, stepping on it for him “so, heard you having some fun with the little lady. She as good as you’d wanted her to be?” he smirks.

“Ain’t none of your business now ain’t it little brother.” Joel turns back into the house, Tommy stepping in behind him.

“Just want to know my big brother can still get it up. Y’a Old dog.” he says, chuckling.

Said older brother doesn’t answer, just keeps on walking through the house, down the hall until he reaches your fathers bedroom door.

“Y’know, it’s pretty sick how you can go on and fuck the man’s daughter while he’s rotting not even 20 feet away.” the younger miller says, noticing the small pink flowers painted on the door across the one he’s about to go into

“She in there? Mind if I take a look see?” Hinting towards your door.

“Y’help me move the old fucker outta here and maybe I’ll grace you with a peek. And I ain’t fuck her yet.” Joel opens the door.

Tommy doesn’t get a chance to ask more as the reeking stench of death and decay wafts into his face.

The younger man’s nose wrinkles at the grim smell, “well shit, the fact you can’t smell him from outside is just about any godsend you get these days.” he gets to work on wrapping the body up in the worn quilt it lay on.

Your father had been a foolish man. Gullible. It didn’t take much to have the old man take pity on Joel and his men when he’d found them. Even when the rest of your fathers men were reluctant to help.

He’d invited them into your town, gave Joel of all people a place to stay at his own home. Old man was too trusting for his own good. Now he’d paid the price.

His face hadn’t changed from when Joel had last seen him. It had been the night of Joel’s arrival, after you’d gone to sleep that the two men had talked about leading a party of men out seeing as there had been ‘another group’ spotted.

No doubt the rest of Joel’s crew. Joel had suggested they leave at dawn, before you’d wake up. Then given your father a lame ass excuse on why he couldn’t accompany them but reassured your father he would tell some of his boys to go with them.

Your father had written you the letter and placed it on the living room coffe table. It was only then that Joel struck, swinging the metal baseball bat he’d found tucked away in the closet of his own bedroom.

The grotesque sound of his skull cracking, accompanied by the splat of blood that came from the old man’s head as his body fell face first on his bed was all there was to be heard.

Surprisingly the old fucker hadn’t died, only started moving once Joel had moved his limp body to lay completely on the bed, “y’know I’d really hoped that you’d have made this easier.” as he grabbed the pillow from beside the bleeding man’s head.

He pressed it into his face, and naturally the body beneath him started to thrash and kick. His hands clawing at anything they could grab, trying to fight for the a breath of air as the weight on top of him only increased. Joel suffocated the life out of him, eventually going still.

It didn’t pain Joel to do this, he’d done worst. He will do worst if he needs to.

He’d snuck into your room that night too. Just moments after killing your father in the room right across from yours. You were sound asleep, not a clue in the world that you’d just lost everything.

He’d smiled down at you as he ran his fingers down your cheek, “little bunny, you’ll forgive me one day baby. I promise.” he’d whispered, giving you a small kiss on the corner of your lip.

Now standing here, twenty-four hours later, your father is starting to smell. Opening the window to both your and his room had only done so much. It was time to move the bastard out of the house, dump him a couple miles into the woods.

Both millers carried him out through the front door, down into an old bin, “I’ll make sure to go and drop him off at dawn.” Tommy said.

Nodding, “You do that, little brother.” Joel says. Patting the other on the shoulder, turning back towards the house.

Turning back, to you.

[restinpeacesensei]

um.... i...i have... a c.. confession.... i had a very circuitous reason for drawing that picture.... ;;;;;;

[multistan-247]

GUILELESS

Well.....idk why I decided to write this rn...I missed Toji? I wanted to be squished by his beefy arms and and pressed against his man tiddies? Idk. I'm just horny or lonely or it's just my hormones. This is literally being written out fo nowhere so, fluffy(?) incubi smut it is! It's kinda similar to your werewolf mate bond and stuff, but more spicier and fun hehe

Unedited. Also, soft dom Toji is >>>

Lemme know what y'all think in the comments and reblog for me lovelies <33

Characters: Incubus!Toji × Fem!reader

Tags: MINORS GTFO. (I MEAN IT) NSFW, incubi, smut, virginity loss (?), size kink dirty talking (it ain't Toji if there's no filth), soft dom, fingering, nipple play, mentions of masturbation, hickies, biting and marking, mirror sex (I cannot believe I'm writing this lmao), a lil dab of fluff, cute ass pet names

🏷️: @r1nf4iry

Frustration.

That was the only feeling occupying your body.

A beautiful man with raven hair, sharp, feline like eyes and a small scar on the edge of his lips was haunting you in your dreams since weeks.

"Hey darling."

Spoke a deep baritone, which sent a shiver down your spine.

Every night, you would find yourself on dark four poster king-sized bed with velvet covers, inside a room with blood-red walls, which seemed outwordly and posh.

Thick, stocky arms encased you in between a large chest, as his angelic face breathed down your neck.

His presence screamed danger, but you found yourself somewhat comforted around him.

You're enamoured with the way he is, the way he held himself with authority, as if he knew that he could do anything and no one, no one would be able to stop him.

He'd tease you with little touches, sweet talk and would press his lips to the shell of your ear, telling you how soft your skin was, how small and breakable you seemed under him.

The weird part?

You were never uncomfortable around him. Never. His slow, sensual touches, the shallow of the cut on his lips pressing onto your awaiting, sensitive skin made your brain go haywire, gasping and whimpering, wanting him to go further.

He wouldn't take off even a small piece of clothing from you; but he was always shirtless, muscles bulging from every corner of his body, with only a pair of black sweatpants hanging off his hips as he subjected you to his administrations.

It would depend if he'd allow you to touch him or at times he would pull you over his lap, and let you feel how you made him; his large boner pressing against your core, his lips swollen and red with the hickeys and bites he painted on your neck and shoulder.

But he wouldn't go beyond that. It was almost like he was saving you for something.

It would be nothing more than a small exchange of words, mostly initiated by you but he would put an end to that by pressing kisses against your skin.

You found yourself wanting to know why he stopped before it got out of hand. Why he was limiting himself to just touches and kisses, only on your neck, and nowhere else. Why he was on this secret mission to drive you crazy when he himself was struggling to hold himself back.

You would wake up in the morning and look at the array of purple, blue and pink marks adorning your skin as you blushed in surprise after seeing yourself in the mirror, reminding yourself that it was too real to be a dream.

You knew of his kind.

Incubi and succubi sucked off the life force from their prey as they engaged with them, but you had no signs of energy draining. Infact, you were completely fine and you were practically glowing, since many of your friends pointed it out.

Day by day, you were switching to lighter and more provocative pieces of nightwear just to feel more of his touch; shorts, a tight shirt, a satin nightgown, all without innerwear on. His eyes would gleam with knowing, because he knew he was stroking the fire inside you and making you open up and be more and more comfortable with him.

You had no sexual experience, but that didn't stop you from engaging with a healthy dose of masturbation, but these days? Nothing would give you relief. Nothing would make you feel the hot fire coiling in your belly, nor was it satisfying. Imagining and remembering his touch could do only so much, but it wasn't like the real thing. You found yourself getting turned on for the smallest of jokes, for the most stupid innuendos and you cursed yourself for it, waiting for nightime to arrive so that you could see him.

You found yourself alone, sitting on one of the stools in the bar lounge waiting for your friend to finish barfing her guts out in the toilet. She'd said no when you offered to hold her hair for her as she threw up, refusing as "the smell would be too much and then I'd have to haul your ass out instead".

The bar was relatively full but the ambience of it felt good. There were a few couples here and there and a groups of people talking and every once in a while they would laugh or shout, which would make your head turn.

Swirling the pale pink fruit punch in the glass, you downed it in one go and your eyes drifted back to the door, waiting for your friend but it looked like she wouldn't get out of there any time soon. Your mind quickly uses that opportunity to think about a certain dark-haired man who had made you restless since weeks.

The atmosphere in the bar shifted when a cold breeze of air blowed in as the door opened. You immediately feel a gaze on you, but it didn't make you uncomfortable nor was it scrutinizing. It was as if the gaze was caressing you, like a pair of hands running all over your body, over the square of your shoulders, the smooth planes of your breasts, down your ribcage to the curve of your waist and hips. It was as if you were coming undone.

Heat crawled up your butt and floods in your core and you chastise yourself, remembering that this was a public place.

To distract, you open your phone, going through the recent messages when the bartender comes upto you and slides another glass of the fruit punch with a folded note under it. You notice that the lounge is rather empty & choose not to touch the drink. Instead, you slide out the little note with a neat, manly scrawl which read:

"I knew you were special the second I laid my eyes on you. Thought I'd wait a little more but I don't think I can. Meet me near the building's exit in 2.

- The tease from your dreams"

Your heart sped up in delight, the prospect of finally learning something about him making you giddy. You knew that you shouldn't exactly be dabbling with a creature like him but your curiosity and desire won you over.

You push the black metal door open and step out into the rocky street, looking around for a sign of life but there was none. Panic flooded into your body after learning that this was a trick and before you could barge back in, the door closes with a dull bang and you find yourself trapped against it when you feel a familiar presence behind you.

It's him.

"You're really clever, little one, you know that?"

You jump at the sudden question but a feeling of satisfaction fills you when you hear his voice. You stand silently, staring at the door, desperate for him to make a move.

A half-gasp tears from you when his arms wrap around your middle, tugging you to him until you melt into his embrace. His huge figure swallows you whole (be honest, the mans so effin big), head tucked into his chest even with heels on.

You feel his hard pecs, the large structure of his body pressed against you and savour the raw warmth radiating off him. Your cheeks flush when you're made aware of the heat pooling between your thighs as you're struck by the harsh polarities between the both of you.

Big, hard and powerful, that's what he was. You recall how you fragile you were when compared to him when he held up both your hands above your head with only the press of his palms, all in contrast with your petite, softer and smaller frame.

The heat only grew when you felt the large indent of his cock against your ass.

He laughed a sensual, throaty laugh as he nuzzled into your neck, picking up the scent of your arousal.

"Does the stark polarities between us excite you, little one? Fuck. If I knew that this was all it took to arouse you I'd have done this long ago."

He pressed his body a little more against yours, the action causing you to inhale sharply.

"I have a question." You ask in a meek voice, as if he'd disappear any second if you lifted a muscle.

"Shoot." He says, his nose running down your exposed neck, planting kisses which sent small shivers down your back.

"Should I be scared of you...?"

"Toji."

A beautiful name for a beautiful man, you thought.

"What made you pursue me, Toji?" You ask, testing his name on your tongue.

You weren't prepared for the bodily reaction when you felt the slightest dig of his canines on this one particular spot on your neck when you spoke his name.

A fervent spike of heat in your pussy makes you moan softly.

"This. This connection. It feels right. Almost too good to be true." He says, his voice husky, the musk of his scent doing things to you.

"Is that why you're holding back?" You ask him, wary of his answer.

"That is exactly why I'm holding back. You're too good to be true, little one."

"Really?" You ask him in disbelief, wondering why a man like him would sought out for someone like you.

"You're testing me here, little one. If I could express half the things I want to do to you right now, you'd launch yourself to the hills."

The suggestive note in his voice had your pussy throbbing, and you gulp, ashamed to feel a dampness on your nether regions.

You gasp a little.

"Listen closely, little one. I can't hold my desire any longer. I can practically feel you throbbing so unless you want to be fucked raw on the pavement, I suggest you leave."

His tongue was filthy. And somehow that made you more tempted than you should be.

But you still did as you were told, opening the door back in and closing it, making your way into the crowd in the bar, knowing that it would be worth it.

You stir awake, sitting up on the velvet covers. Toji appears on the opposite end of the bed, eyes widening for a fraction of a second before fixating on your figure.

His jade green eyes dilate, growing progressively darker, the pupil expanding, a naughty gleam shining in them.

You chose to look away, flustered as he rakes over you from head to toe, taking in all the curves and edges of your body. The feminine lavender lingerie was light, the intricate design of it wrapping you up perfectly, the delicate lace encasing your modesty in a way that could be called guileless.

The demon in him was utterly pleased with forethought.

You giggle and slap his chest bashfully when he crawls over to you and puts you on his lap.

He promptly kisses your jaw and moves to the edge of your lips, letting his tongue dart out to lick, a small giggle leaving you.

He swallows your giggle by pressing his lips against yours, as you kiss back, feeling the scar on his lip and deepen the kiss, tilting your head and cup his warm cheeks.

He breaks the kiss and kisses down to your throat.

You hum in gratification and he takes it as a signal to continue.

He presses wet, electrifying kisses and trails it all over, till he reaches this one spot on your neck, connecting to the skin of your throat and bites it with a bit of teeth and kitten licks to soothe the bite, making you shudder.

"There you go." He whispers as he repeatedly kisses, bites and lick the raw spot on your neck and your hands sneaks into his hair, ruffling and slightly tugging on them.

His chest vibrates with a purr and he bites more sharply than before and licks it roughly, sucking on your skin happily, undoubtedly leaving a huge mark.

A shocked moan leaves your mouth as you cream in your panties.

"I- what just happened-"

"Relax, little one. It's okay."

"But- but I just came-"

"Yes, I know little one. That's another physical sign that you're my Gift other than the pheromones." He says, nuzzling in your neck and instantly, you relax.

"Why do you insist on calling me as your "Gift"?"

You pose him a simple question.

"You see, little one, in rare cases, incubi and succubi have mates, supposedly our other half, designed by our creator. The spot I left a hickey right now is where I mark you. I haven't marked you yet. I won't force you to be mine, and if you don't want to do anything with me and my kind, I will walk away and leave you under my protection. It's your choice."

He knows that he answered all your questions, ones that didn't needed answers. He was giving you a choice.

"So you've accepted me? Why?"

A small frowns etches into his face at your question.

"Why? I've accepted it for who you are. You're mine, little one, but it's your decision to take if you want me or not. It's not usual to have a mate, a chosen one who is made specially to cater each other's needs. Someone who fills your other half and makes you whole."

"Woah." You say aloud.

"B-but- I don't even know your last name." You stutter, still processing the onslaught if information he fed you.

"Zen'in. I know, little one. Please don't feel pressurized to answer that question." He says, motioning you to sit in the space between his legs.

He reassures you with his words, acknowledging that you might be shocked with all this new information, and brushes your from your face. Pressed up against him like this, you weren't sure if you wanted to stop seeing this familiarly unfamiliar man. It felt like you'd known him all your life and he had no ill intentions towards you either. He even gave you a choice for you to accept him, as you began to think, basking under his wandering touch.

"T-Toji-" you whimper his name, when his fingers dig into the plush of your thighs.

He takes his sweet time exploring all your skin, appreciating the dips and curves of of your body leaving nothing untouched. He doesn't let go; it's almost as if he couldn't get enough of you. It made your head spin, made you want more.

Without your notice, you'd surrendered to him. You were letting him do whatever he wanted, as long as he touched you. You were in a haze, a haze fuelled by his touch and his touch alone.

Soft breathy moans and whines filled the room.

Yours.

Toji was doing this on purpose, letting you hear your needy grouses as he lets his hands do whatever they felt like.

He was dangerously silent, his heavy breaths and the hard press of his rock hard erection between your rump the only thing you could concentrate on as the blistering heat between your legs grew.

Your hips juts unconsciously, yearning for friction but a deep growl rumbles from him in warning, his hands wounding tighter around you.

Your thighs trembled like leaves as his fingers drew circles, before slapping and squeezing them, plucking a cry of shock from you.

Your breasts felt heavy, pert nipples hardening under your bra, begging for attention, for contact.

"Does this feel good, Y/n? Does it feel nice to be touched like this?"

"Yes." You answer with a soft hum following behind.

Your belly palapitates when his large, veiny hands slither down your ribs and plays with the lining of your panties.

"You've wet yourself." He says, noting the damp little patch on the thin material.

It takes everything in you to stop yourself from moaning embarassedly when his slightly cold, calloused fingers parts your lips, brushing your soaking wet cunt as he pulls them out for you to see.

"You see that? See how wet you are?" He asks, rejoicing the breakout of goosebumps down the side of your face as he whispered in your ear, splitting his slick-coated fingers with the shining web of your arousal.

His knuckle grazes your clit. You just struggle against him, whining, wanting him to go further as he repeats this action until you can't take it anymore and moan out and loud for him to hear.

"Ahh- Toji-"

"Has anyone touched you like this before?" He asks, suddenly, and you could swear you heard a side of jealousy in his words.

"N-no. Only my fingers." You admitted.

"Good."

He was pleased to learn that you knew how to pleasure yourself. It mattered to him more than he thought it would.

He tugs your clit, rubs it, draws rough circles on it and you feel your walls contracting as pleasure fills your senses. You held your breath as his middle finger sneakily enters you and the grind of his thumb goes rougher as he stretches your walls with his thick digit.

His figure swallows you whole, fingers languidly doing their work, but he pulls out only for a second just to trace his fingers on your panties, and they just-

- disappear.

"Perfect." He grins and goes back, fucking your pussy open.

He folds your leg and places it to the side of this thigh, making sure your feet is blocked by it and does the same with your other one, which prevents you from closing your legs.

You could almost cry with how wet you were. Thick, sticky juices begin to coat your walls, a sinful squelching noise echoing in your ears as he stretches you deep, reaching places your small fingers couldn't reach.

When his middle finger comes in contact with a spongy spot, you almost thrash, crying at the sensation washing over your body.

The muscles of his bare body dig into you, reminding you of hard and powerful he was against your small fragileness.

"Shh. Relax, Y/n. Relax and let yourself loose into it, sweetheart. I've got ya."

He says, and your body relaxes into the sound of his words, soft whines leaving your lips everytime he would stop moving. Your fingers dig into his forearm wrapped around your middle, unable to control the moans which seemed quite intent from breaking free from you.

"That's right. You're enjoying it so much, aren't ya kitten? Why don't you look down for me? Look how your greedy little pussy is swallowing my finger, yeah?"

Hesitantly when you do as he says, almost gasping with the way his long finger disappeared into you, whining when the fingertip brushed against that spot again.

"Fuck. I knew you were special, Y/n. Right when I saw you in that pretty white dress in that birthday party. A fucking angel between the crowd of sinners. Not that I'm a saint, but I wished I could be that dress. So fucking much."

Your breath hitches when his hands reach for your bra.

"Relax, sweetheart. I won't hurt ya. I wouldn't even be able to hurt you even if you weren't my little Gift."

"Why?" You ask, curious even in your lust-filled haze.

It was a simple question, one Toji didn't mind answering as he continued to add another finger inside you as he hears your gasp.

"You're one of those. You're one of those humans who manage to have a ray of hope in then even when their life is in shambles, the ones who are often the most wonderful people but also the ones who suffer the brunt in life, but you eventually come out victorious. That's what makes you so special, and your life force never drains."

The sincerity in his voice warms your heart, the blush deepening in color when he eases the cups of your bra aside, hard peaks stiffening in the cold air.

"You're way more beautiful than I imagined."

He says, breathless as he meets your eyes in the mirror which has suddenly apparated in front of you.

"Toji-" you start, shying away but he shushes you by bringing his fingers back into you.

"Just watch, little one. I want you to know how good this can feel." He says, watching with hooded hues.

So, you watch. You watch as his fingers disappear into your red, swollen pussy and moan his name as he takes your nipple between his pointer and middle finger and tugs on it with titillating eyes, as you bite down on your lip.

"You're practically begging me to ravage you on the bed if you're gonna continue doing that."

You blush even more if possible.

A pleasurable, sweet kind of pressure starts to build in your lower stomach, as his fingers keep fucking you, his other hand playing with you, alternating between your tits and clitoris.

Just when you think you're on the edge, he pulls out his fingers, a small protesting whimper leaving you.

"Suck." He orders, bringing his slick-coated fingers to your bottom lip.

You do as told as your decadent lips wrap around his fingers, hot mouth licking his fingers clean of your own essence, maintaining his gaze in the mirror.

"You're naughtier than I thought, kitten. Maybe you and I are meant to be afterall." He grins, pushing his fingers back in, hitting your g-spot again.

He gazes at your quivering body in the mirror, knowing you were ready to release for him.

"Look at me in the mirror, kitten. Look how I'm playing with you and you're enjoying it. So fucking much."

"Your greedy little pussy is so tight around my fingers."

"Look at that needy cunt, making a mess on the sheets as I fuck her with my fingers. Your nipples don't seem to soften at all. Do they need some attention too?"

He keeps breathing filthy words as such into your ear, reducing your thinking capacity to nil.

You feel your pussy contract repeatedly as the blistering heat in your tummy begins to release, your arousal getting syrupy and Toji adds his thumb to the mix, hitting your g-spot and flicking your clit all at the same time, earning a loud moan from you.

"Look in the mirror, sweetheart. Look how you're coming undone on my fingers. Why don't you let go for me, yeah?" He whispers, as his other hand palms your tits and pinches your nipple, the combined effect of it all making you orgasm violently on his fingers.

He lays you back on the bed as you recover from the orgasm, hovering above you and kisses your temple, fusses with your bra and pulls it back on your chest.

"Yes." You say shyly.

"Yes what?"

"I'd like to be yours, dummy."

He pecks your lips almost lovingly and tucks your hair behind your ears, the proximity making your cheeks flush.

"That's fucking wonderful, then. Now let's get you to sleep. I'll take you out on a real date tomorrow. Do something without involving dreams for once and approach you normally, yeah?"

He says smiling, as you nod a yes.

You lull to a peaceful sleep, as Toji hovers above you, lightly threading his fingers in your hair as your eyes shutter close.

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Seriously bro, I'm sure you're better than that. You got your own brain for nothing then :D

[aine-ayase]

hello everyone!! It's my birthday:DD so i wrote up a little something something as a treat. Albedo is a full on oneshot while the others are just birthday wishes they might say aside from their voice lines, i hope you guys enjoy it :]]]

a/n; idk if they have fridges or parchment paper in teyvat but I'm pretty sure they just put cakes in cold places or something

Warnings: kissing, mention of slapping a child, fluff, slight angst like literally the size of a raindrop,no proofread might be cringe and wrong grammar sorry, and more fluff.

diluc

"Happy birthday. The staff had prepared a feast later this evening for your celebration, I hope it is to your liking."

zhongli

"Happy birthday. Mortal life is always short, I hope to make more memories with you for the rest of your life."

kazuha

"Happy birthday, today is a joyous occasion. Would you like to hear the haiku I made for you?"

Albedo;

You woke up at your shared bed expecting your lover to still be asleep next to you but when you felt no presence beside you, You immediately started looking around the room. Really, you expected him to be at home today. Maybe he was in the kitchen? Yeah that could be it.

You quickly get ready for your day and go down stairs. "Ah! Big sibling (Y/N), Happy birthday!" Klee greeted you with a big smile that you couldn't help but reciprocate. "Good morning Klee, Thank you. Have you had lunch yet?" Klee shakes her head no as you pat her head. "That's alright, go ahead and take a seat. I'll make lunch for both of us."

You frown when you see no sign of pale blonde hair walking around in your shared apartment. You sigh, finishing the dish and presenting it to Klee who jumps up and down in excitement making you laugh at her cute actions. "Have you seen Albedo?" You asked as you both started eating.

"Klee heard big brother Albedo going out of the house really reallyyy early this morning!" Klee exclaims.

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"Hm?" Albedo halted his movements when he heard faint shuffling, turning his head towards the noise he saw his sister Klee in her nightgown you bought for her, clutching Dodoco on one hand and rubbing her eyes on the other.

"Big brother Albedo?" Klee called out to him. Albedo kneeled and patted her stray hairs down, "I'm sorry did I wake you?" Klee nods, letting out a big yawn. "Let's get you back to bed alright?" He carried her back to her room and tucked her in.

"Big brother Albedo, Where were you going?" Klee asks half asleep, Albedo opens his mouth to respond but she was already too sleepy to comprehend what he was saying.

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"Is that so?" You frown a little before fixing your smile back, "Do you like the food?" Klee nods as a peaceful silence envelopes the house.

That's weird, Albedo told me he requested a day off today.There's no way he would forget your birthday would he? You bit your lip, There's actually a chance he would though… Ugh, you love that man very much and admire his passion for his work but sometimes, just sometimes, you wish he would take a break and breathe a little.

You fight back the tears threatening to escape and wipe them off swiftly when Klee wasn't looking.

"Do you want to go play with Diona today?" You ask the little girl a bit surprised when she shakes her head no.

"Nope! It's big sibling's birthday! Big sibling shouldn't be alone on their birthday, that'll be lonely! Klee is always with the knights of Favonius so Klee is never lonely but Big sibling like to be alone so they don't have many friends!" You get a bit offended at the last sentence but maintain your cool. "That's why Klee is going to be with Big sibling all day today!"

The negative thoughts started disappearing when Klee said those words to you, a bright smile matching her own stretches your face. "Thank you Klee, Do you want to bake a cake with me?" She nods happily and stretches her arms up to you, getting a clue of what she wants, you carried her to the kitchen and helped her put on an apron.

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"I'm home." Albedo announced his presence as a loud THUD echoed in the kitchen. Quickly running towards there he finds Klee covered in flour and you frantically searching for a wash cloth. He relaxed once he knew both of you were safe and helped you clean the mess.

"Ah, Big brother Albedo, Welcome home!"

"Welcome home, my love."

Both of you greet him as he pats Klee's head and kisses your cheek. A familiar warmth pooling in his chest as you cleaned Klee's face with a wet towel with a small smile on your face, It almost looks like you were a parent looking after their child– wait, parent? Flustered by his thoughts, Albedo coughs and starts sweeping the flour off the floor.

"What were you two doing?" Albedo asked as he finished sweeping the floor. "We were making a cake for Big sibling's birthday!" You bite your lip looking at Albedo's reaction, hoping he didn't forget. Albedo smiled, "I see, would you like another pair of helping hands?" You nod, preparing the other ingredients for easier access.

"Where did you go this morning?" You ask as you crack the eggs into the bowl. "I had some errands to run." Albedo lied, noticing your distressed face he added, "Don't worry, I didn't go to the workshop." You huffed and started folding the batter. "You know me so well, don't you?" Albedo hummed and kissed your cheek "Of course. It would be shameful for me as your boyfriend if I didn't."

"Klee finished washing the bowl!" You crouch down at her level as she awaits for her next task. Chuckling, you hand her the baking mold and some parchment paper. "Okay, The next task you're going to do is really important alright?" Klee nods, buzzing with excitement. "You're gonna have to cut the paper lengthwise then trace the mold to the paper so the cake wouldn't get burnt."

"Okay! Klee is great at tracing and cutting, Klee did that when Master Jean put me in solitary confinement!" Klee proudly states as she begins tracing the paper.

"You really know how to keep her calm huh." Albedo says as he wraps his arms around your waist as you move around the kitchen, "What can I say, I'm great with kids." Albedo raised an eyebrow at your sentence and hums, "Last I remember you said 'That piece of $*!* I'm gonna slap a child if he keeps doing that!" You repeatedly slap his arm as he chuckles at your actions.

"That was because he kept stepping on the sweet flowers that was commissioned to me!" He shakes his head and kisses your nape, trying to calm you down.

<fast forward bc I need to order cake for my own bday>

"And there, the cake is done." You presented it after taking it out of the fridge. Klee awed as Albedo took a picture of the three of you on the Kamera.

"It's so pretty!" You laughed as you placed the cake down on the table. "Isn't it? Your decorating skills are very nice." You pat Klee's head as she preens on your praise and Albedo lit the candle on the cake while Klee hurriedly closed off all the lights.

A big smile adoring your face as the siblings sang happy birthday. You were truly lucky to have both of them part of your life.

"Happy birthday (Y/N)~" They finished singing as you closed your eyes to make a wish.

Albedo watched you, trying to remember the lighting and the expression you're making to paint it all later. He smiled as you opened your eyes, blowing out the candle as Klee cheers and hugs your torso. He opened the lights again and sat down beside you.

He kissed your knuckles as you laughed at his actions. "For the longest time, Love was a... difficult emotion to decipher for me, But ever since meeting you. I have now fully grasped the meaning of love. Thank you for teaching me that, Happy birthday my beloved."

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Hewooo! If it's no bother, may I request something pls? It's for Vikings. I thought of another situation for the time traveler!reader thing (i am such a sucker for those). So like, what would they do/how would they react if they see 21st century person dancing to modern music? So like kpop dances or tiktok dances as long as theyre modern. Thanks in advance, have great day (or night idk where you are)!! 🙇‍♀️

first of all, thank you anon for wishing me a great night. Yep, seems like the time traveler trope is becoming my thing...

i love getting requests though don't get me wrong

for this imagine, you'll be dancing the love nwantiti dance (credit goes to the absolutely gorgeous dancer) from tiktok since i think that it's one of the few dances on there that look like actual dancing

reacting to you dancing will be Ragnar, Lagertha, Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, Ivar, Harald, Halfdan, Kalf and Kwentrith

Ragnar

You're in the great hall alone, humming to yourself as you remember a dance from back home. Slowly, you begin moving to the rhythm. Lost in thoughts, you don't notice Ragnar sneaking up to you until he already has his arms around your waist.

"Is that how they dance where you're from?" he whispers in your ear, swaying along to what you'd just been dancing.

"Do you like it?" you reply cheekily.

Ragnar chuckles. "Who wouldn't?"

You turn around, boldly staring at him. "Want me to teach you?"

"You'll teach me?" he asks. You nod, smirking.

It's safe to say you end up somewhere else...

Lagertha

It's been another long day in Kattegat and Lagertha wants nothing more than relax and soak in a bath. She's ready to close her eyes and forget about the day when she hears humming outside her door.

Lagertha opens her eyes and sees you, the one that magically appeared one day. The one from the future.

Curiously, she slips over her nightgown and quietly opens the door. She expects to chuckle, but Lagertha only feels heat rush to her cheeks.

You have your back to her, swaying from side to side in tune to whatever song you're humming.

"Are you dancing?" she asks and you whirl around.

"I- yes." you reply, slightly blushing. She smiles at your reaction.

"Invite me next time." she replies, already disappearing to go back to her bath.

"Wait!" you call. "I could teach you some dances."

Lagertha is a quick learner, but she's a good teacher too and the two of you end up dancing the night away.

Bjorn

Bjorn fell in love with Porunn when he watched her dance, so seeing you dance was bittersweet.

A farmer had brought you to Kattegat, saying that you were mute and dim-witted. Bjorn wasn't sure what was true about you though.

You were singing quietly wiping the table as you danced by yourself.

"You aren't stupid, are you?" Bjorn asks.

Your head whips around abruptly, and you stop dancing. You lie your head sideways, almost like a dog. Your eyebrows knit together.

Bjorn has to admit, you are very cute.

"Well," he says, waving his hands, "don't stop because of me."

You blush, but you seem to comprehend and continue dancing. Suddenly, you rush towards him and guide his hands.

Bjorn realizes you're attempting to teach him. He lets himself relax and forget his worries as the two of you dance to the sound of your voice.

Ubbe

Ubbe is glad that you settled into his longhouse. He cannot imagine what it must be like to be in such a situation as yours.

Foreign melodies float through the door of his house. Ubbe slings his rabbits over the shoulder as he pushes the door open.

Your strange device lies on the table as you dance, eyes closed and a slight smile on your face.

Ubbe has to chuckle. At the sound of his laugh, you stop, startled. The song continues playing over the phone though.

"You look very beautiful when you dance." he compliments.

"Thank you." you mumble.

"Would you dance with me?" Ubbe invites. Of course, you oblige, the game of his last hunt already forgotten.

Hvitserk

Hvitserk is too cheeky for his own good, you should know that by now. Yet, when he asks for something from the future, you can't resist his smirk.

"Fine." you say, tapping the song on your phone. A familiar beat fills the room.

You can tell that his greedy eyes are on you watching. Almost, you blush.

Hvitserk jumps up, and you barely manage to open your eyes before he barrels into you, pushing you against a wall.

He wants to watch you dance again and again but can't help interrupt himself.

Sigurd

It's awkward between the two of you. You sit in the Great Hall while everyone else has left, probably to get Ivar to calm down.

Your norse wasn't good enough to follow the conversation so now you sit here, with him.

"So..." you begin, "you play the Oud?"

Sigurd looks up, still looking slightly annoyed. He nods.

"Cool." you sigh. Please say something dude

"Do you play an instrument?" he asks and you shake your head.

"I do dance a little though." you reply and he nods to you. You push the bench away from the table. After humming the tune a few times, Sigurd can recreate it on the Oud well enough.

He smiles as he watches you dance.

"You know, if you ever got tired of princehood, I'm sure you could become a traveling musician." you joke. His smile gets even wider, and you think it's the first time he's genuine about it.

Ivar

He watches you dance and attempt to teach a very drunk Hvitserk, who dared you to do it in the first place.

It's times like these when Ivar especially curses his legs. He wishes he could just stand up and dance with you too.

You're out of breath when you sit back down next to him.

"Did you enjoy yourself with Hvitserk?" he asks bitterly.

"Yeah it was fun." you reply carelessly, grabbing your cup. You stop when you see his expression.

Suddenly, Ivar feels your hand grabbing his.

"What are you doing?" he asks.

"I have to make you forgive me somehow." you reply, leading him to his room

Ivar's eyes are filled with awe as you dance, only for him this time.

Harald and Halfdan

The new thrall is a curious thing. Still sporting a bruise from a fight the day before, the new servant hums as they clean the table.

Unlike the others, this one refuses to bend. A bad thrall, but entertaining.

The seller gave the thrall away for almost nothing, saying that they'd been nothing but trouble. Not understanding any known language and seemingly not understanding any basic work, with pride matching that of the brothers.

"This one isn't what they seem." Harald nods. Halfdan agrees. They watch from the shadows as the thrall wipes the table clean.

When they begin dancing, both brothers' eyes flit from the thrall to the other.

"All spoils go to the winner." Harald announces, before quickly walking towards the thrall.

Kalf

You're strange. Unlike Lagertha, he can't figure you out. Apparently, you came to her farm after Ragnar first sailed west. By now, you're like another child to her.

You dabble in everything, not settling for a trade. You can fletch arrows, know basic herbs, fight a bit and weave a bit, but you never seem to settle on anything.

Now that Lagertha has gone away for a bit, Kalf uses his chance to get closer to you.

What surprises him is your dancing. It's foreign, but Kalf can't take his eyes off you.

"Why do you keep watching me?" you ask him. He thought he was being sneaky. Apparently, he was wrong.

Your voice is still colored by a slight accent, but that only adds to the allure.

"Can a man not admire?" he replies, walking closer.

"Dance with me." you challenge. For once, Kalf doesn't know what to say.

Kwentrith

Kwentrith is fascinated by Lagertha, but you, you put a spell on her. She's heard the rumours.

The one that travels through time, the one that's from the future.

As if that wasn't enough, you were Lagertha's most loyal warrior and on top of that, Kwentrith saw you dance after you'd gotten slightly drunk at the feast.

Kwentrith liked to dance. It helped her forget about everything else, made her feel light. But when you danced, it was different.

She almost storms up to you before she manages to stop herself, but you've heard her.

You turn around, and her breath catches. She's confident, but you aren't just some transaction. She wants you to like her.

"I dance too." she admits, almost shyly. You smile lightly.

"I'd like for you to teach me a Mercian dance sometime." you reply, taking another sip of her wine.

Then, Kwentrith can't stop herself and surges forward, placing a kiss on your lips.

"You have put a spell on me." she whispers.

"So have you." you reply, already pulling her away from the crowd.

tagged: @alicedopey 

[adonis-koo]

Alright ch 12 LETS GOOOOOO

I mean,,,,, their whole nation was literally destroyed like I’d prob wanna fight back too if I could ,,,, I get it though it ruined MCs childhood all the death and destruction and it hurt her nation too but ,,,, ugh I can see both sides to this

I don’t like the way Seokjin said that ,,, 🧐 I don’t like this oh no oh wait pls don’t tell me MC is a spy PLS MISSY PLS NO

Okay thank goodness

Right bc Murdering an entire nation of ppl that you deem as “murderers” wouldn’t also make you ,,,,, a murderer ,,,, right ,,,, so the world would be safer bc you murdered ,,,,, the murderers ,,,,, okay. Man im really not liking him 🥴

No bc this is exactly why penumbra is so hellbent on fighting like y’all destroyed their nation and they said never again!! It’s literally that and they wanted revenge like I can’t really blame them 🤷🏻‍♀️ Seokjin on the other hand ,,,,, I’m gonna blame him LMAO idk I just feel like he’s giving v much privilege and spoiled prince vibes plus what we’ve learned of him in terms of sexual escapades and how he treats and views women ,,,,,, I don’t like him and he’s so cocky sighhhhh

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE THEYRE BATHING TOGETHER HELLO ??!!??! IM SORRY I WAS BUSY THINKING ABOUT HOW SAD AND UPSET MC MUST BE BUT DID HORNY BRAIN TAKE OVER HELLO ?!£\|€€|~£

He apologized even though it wasn’t really his fault and he tried to stop them🥹 god I love him

THAT BITCH I WANT HER GONE

It was not horny brain but soft and sweet brain🥹 okay and a teeny bit horny brain but I mean with the way the prince looks who wouldn’t have a little bit of horny brain going at all times???

Consent is so sexy and he makes it even sexier sighhhhh

Okay well I guess jungkook has a bit more horny brain going LMAO

GOD THEYRE SO CUTE AHHHHHHHH I love them and he’s so sweet to her I ahsjdjdjdjdkdk my heart🫠

SEE THIS IS WJY I DONT LIKE THE GUY TREATING HER LIKE HE OWNS HER AND MAKING HER WEAR MORE MODEST STUFF UGH

Jungkook thinks he’s being all funny and cheeky rn but when she’s actually in bed next to him with that nightgown on and he immediately gets a boner who’s gonna be embarrassed hmmmmmm

Ooohhh he’s gonna beat your ass Jin and I can’t WAIT

MAYBE BC HE LITERALLY WANTS HIS WHOLE KINGDOM INCLUDING JK DEAD MC PLS USE UR BRAIN

Sorry I just UGH

TELL HER JUNGKOOK

Oof ,,,, god I cannot wait for them to meet all together it’s going to be wild

AHHHHH YESSSSS YOU WERE MEANT TO LEAVE HIS SORRY ASS MC EXACTLY

Orrrr maybe we ,,,, could keep doing that and y’all could really lean into the horny brain👀 I feel like that might be fun for everyone🥰

Jungkook bby your corruption kink is showing like I know damn well he’s thoroughly enjoying this

THE CHIN GRAB THE CHIN GRAB !!!!🫠

oh my goddddddd🫠🫠🫠

MAKE IT GO AWAY SKANSJSKLAKS OH MY SWEET MC LMAOOOOOOO

HE- _>\>\%^||^|**|*~*~~£~£~£🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

G- good girl 🫠

He is so hot oh my godddddd

HES SO SWEET OH NOOOOOOOOOO😭 HE CARES ABOUT HER SO MUCH AHHH AND HES SO RESPECTFUL AHHHH

Nah bc Jin def added to this insecurity of her being used and left idc I NEED A SMACK DOWN OF THIS MAN RN

JUNGKOOK THE MAN YOU ARE AHHHHHHHHHHHHH YOU ARE SO SEXC

“You already have it.” 🫠🫠🫠

“But that doesn’t mean it can’t” AHHHHH MISSY YOURE SO GOOD THE DIALOGUE OH MY GOD MY HEART IS FLUTTERING

Now see how wheein asked for permission first instead of bursting in and interrupting? She needs to explain this to the boys LMAO

I love their morning scenes🥹Missy bless you for these gifts

No there’s definitely a traitor bc it’s the only way any of this makes sense

Jungkook,,,, do not start something pls I beg,,,, MC literally wants wheein to be with her mom pls don’t make this into a big scene PLS

WE FINALLY GET TO MEET YOONGI ?????????? SO HES NOT THE BROTHER ???? ,,,, or is he and this is gonna be a gotcha moment👀 I do not trust you to not pull some crazy amazing twist on us Missy

If it’s Jin ,,,, I STG

I know taehyun is tired LMAOOO I bet he’s one of the hardest working ppl in the castle esp bc jungkook works so hard and I think taehyun admires him and wants to match that energy but also jungkook has problems with his emotions and mc that taehyun also has to keep an eye out for so,,, he’s WORKING lmao

God I forgot about that damn duel 🙄

WHEEIN LMAOOOOOO

Not her thinking he planned the whole thing and had it tailored to be that short hhhh

Of course he lights up when he sees MC and of course she notices it AHHH I LOVE IT

A surprise ??? OMG WAIT WIAT NO WAY AHHH MISSY NO WAY ???? IS THE WOKF OKAY ???? IS THAT WHAT HES PREPARING FOR LIKE A LIL AREA FOR THE WOLF WAIT WAIT

A PUPPY AHHHHHHH 🥹🥹🥹

okay this is really sad tho the pups mom is gone 🫤

OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS

MISSY AHHHHHHHHH seriously what a lovely lovely addition to the story I loved this chapter so so so much lots of fluff and a lil spicey horny brain action like ??? IT DOES NOT GET BETTER !!! I know you said this ch is more of a filler but honestly I think it’s great to have some time focused on how much their relationship is progressing and also it’s just really sweet and heartwarming to see so ahhh thank you thank you!!!! I really needed this, dealt with a death on one side of my family and the other side of my family talking badly about me behind my back, and my birthday is coming up in about a week so what a perfect little gift. I know it’s not just for me, but I’m sure as hell gonna pretend it is lmao I really loved this ch so so much I’m so excited with what you’ve done so far and can’t wait to see where the story takes us next!!! Honestly it was kinda nice to have a ch that felt a little bit like some downtime since things have been so crazy in the story too !! Missy you’re such a great writer thank you for taking the time to write these stories and for being willing to share and interact with your readers!!! I hope you have a great week and I hope you enjoyed my reactions even though this is so long lol -💜💜💜

HAHAHA your reaction to the entire flashback scene is SUCH a mood 😭😭😭 but honestly as I was sitting there writing this I was just chuckling to myself like, oh MC you’ll understand in due time because CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT 🤌🤌🤌 and I LOVE that as the story goes on you get a more clear image of Seokjin being cocky and privileged and all of his fuckboyery glory

and the bathing !!!! scene !!!! 🤌🤌🤌 it’s all about the SUBTLE 

touches 🤌🤌🤌 the STARES of YEARNING 🤌🤌🤌 not gonna lie after I wrote her making eye contact with him after she gets out of the bath I just sat there like…😳 this is kinda hot aHHHHH and lemme tell you when Seokjin and Jungkook meet, whew it’s gonna be, 🤺 🤺- well maybe not bc MC wouldn’t let him HAHA but you can imagine between the two how much smack talk will be going on!

🤌🤌🤌🤌 yes THAT scene yeah 🤌🤌🤌🤌 need I say anymore?? Other then in the original draft they actually got a LOT more frisky then this 😭 but after trying to rewrite it I just couldn’t convince myself that MC would be comfortable with it in this version, so I gave y’all just a little crumb for previews of coming attractions, which don’t worry, are coming pretty soon now 🥶

Also !!!! HAHAHA I intentionally wrote the scene with JK and the boys where when Taehyung mentions Wheein, people are kinda like ??? 👀 is he gonna get mad at Wheein??? But SURPRISE !!!! He’s a dork who’s just worried ☹️ Jungkook deep down is a pretty level headed boy who’s tired and just wants Mc to be safe and YES we finally get to meet Yoongi.

As for who the half brother is…HEH guess we’ll just have to find out 😎 and aNd AND!!! Your remark about Taehyun 🥹🥹🥹🥹 it’s SO true!! He’s tired but he totally thinks Jungkook is like the coolest person in the castle (would never openly admit that) and he’s constantly working harder and harder just like Jungkook does 🥹 (even if it really isn’t healthy)

YESSSSS 🤌🤌🤌 I always LOVE being able to give MC a pet and I felt this was VERY fitting for MC, and also it’s like!!! A fresh start for her and Jungkook and he’s secretly really excited to gift it to her because he knows how heartbroken she was about the whole situation and now she had a pup to take care of aND- 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 *shhh this is a surprise tool for later 😏*

Ahhh I’m so happy you loved the chapter my dear!! And I totally agree with you, while it was more filler related, I felt like this chapter was VERY vital to Jungkook and MC’s relationship because it’s the very first where we can see them openly embrace one another and be receptive to one another, in conversation and touch and we can see this sort of softness develop between them that needed to happen during this chapter because the next arc of the story is very fun, in a lot of ways, but they’ll need to be closer for it to work! It’s also kind of nice to take a break from all the melodrama sometimes for sure haha!

I’m also so sorry for your loss my love! And I’m glad this little story of mine can provide some relief and a good distraction meanwhile and I hope you stay well hydrated and the universe is kind to you this coming week 🥹 as always seriously!! I can’t thank you enough for taking the time to write all of this out I LOVE reading them! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[riversongg]

A Definitive and Unofficial Ranking of Dean Winchester’s Outfits

I had a lot of fun ranking Sam Winchester’s Hair through the seasons I thought I’d do the same with Dean Winchester’s Outfits. There are A LOT, so please enjoy the ride.

If I have not included any that you want me to rank please send them to me!

50. Sunglasses at Night

Not only does he look like a douchebag, but the colour on that shirt? Terrible. I hate it.

49. Dean’s Purple Nightgown

Listen, I know it’s cute and funny but it’s so freaking dumb. Plus I’m pretty sure Jensen didn’t like having to wear this, unless I’ve been misinformed. But still, it’s dumb, I’m sorry. It does look snuggly though.

48. First Blood Prisoner Dean (And Sam I guess)

There’s nothing particularly wrong with this outfit, but it does remind me that they spent months in isolation that they both described as worse than Hell. They literally hated it so bad they were willing to die to get out. Nah. BUT the part of the episode where the escape and they do the whole “you’re stuck out here with us” speech? That’s hot.

47. Dean’s Hawaiian Shirt

Idk there’s just something that feels off about this. Maybe it’s the sunglasses? Or the hat? Or the fact that he never actually got to go and sit by the beach in a tacky shirt with his brother and his son and his boyfriend with his toes in the sand drinking beer.

46. Season 1 FBI Dean (and Sam)

This suit, man. It fits terribly and I hate that they wear all black - they look like funeral directors. Nope. Not for me. I think I remember Dean saying they look the Blues Brothers and I don’t like the Blues Brothers.

45. Vicar/Priest/Preacher/???? Dean (and Sam)

I know some people find this hot and sexy but I’m just not a religious person so it doesn't do it for me.

44. Alternate Universe Dean

Rich Daddy’s boy is a prick. I don’t like him and this makes him look like the kind of person to own a yacht and be friends with Jeff Bezos which is... everything that Dean is not.

43. Rock Star Dean

Okay I like this look because I know Dean’s having a great time and we know from flashbacks that Dean would have loved to have been a musician/rock star but he also looks like an asshole

42. Hospital Dean

I just don’t like a V neck.

41. Everyday Dean

Everyone loves a classic! I didn’t want to include EVERY outfit he's ever worn but I think this is a good enough stand-in for his every day clothes. Simple. Practical. We like.

[waytoeden]

1.2: Charlie X

in this one we learn that kirk would be the most awkward dad ever

kirk’s fancy green shirt 🙏🏻

“is that a girl? that’s a girl.” dear god

“captain kirk is one of a kind” keep it in your pants bones

i feel like this ‘pole going into the floor’ scene is a little bit of a euphemism or maybe i’m just dirty minded

okay don’t get me wrong it is bad and weird when charlie slaps rand on the ass BUT why were those crewmen doing it in the first place?? is that what the boys™️ do??

this show is so gay and they expect us to see this as just guys being dudes

charlie is such a ‘nice guy’ oh my god

SINCE WHEN IS JIM A “strong father image”??? BONES WHAT ARE YOU ON

“doctor, are you speaking scientifically or emotionally?” YES SPOCK GET HIM

when spock actually smiled in the first couple episodes <3

rand said get that alien dick bestie

why are they trying to set rand up with the 17 year old

she shakes her head when he said “want to see something?” LMAO BRO GIVE IT UP SHES NOT INTO YOU

HOW DID HE GET THOSE PICTURES

“there’s no right way to hit a woman” thank you jim feminist king /s

he makes no sense pls

jim and spock on a chess date <3 they’re so cute

this kid is so creepy and he’s cockblocking spock

charlie pls talk to a girl your own age rand is too old for you

NO HES SUCH A ‘NICE GUY’

“when i see you i feel like i’m hungry…all over.” gross

jim not taking this seriously at all pls his smirk makes me want to punch him

i don’t understand how this kids powers work at all

“i can’t do anything right” pls charlie reminds me of my friends abusive ex boyfriend i really do not like this

jim needs to take his own advice

THE WORKOUT PANTS

jim if he had kids would be like “hmm i’m sorry you’re having emotions….if i just throw myself on the ground a bunch of times will that help?”

“it’s not nice to laugh at people” it’s also not nice to fucking vaporize people charlie

KILL THE BOY

spock reciting poetry

“leave my boyfriend crew alone!”

THE LIZARD

GOOD JOB RAND

the jim kirk in pain™️ pose

“you need me to run the ship and i need him” omg

“he had a mean look. i had to freeze him. i like happy looks.”

as if the force field was gonna work on this menace what were they thinking

peak dynamic: self sacrificing dumbass jim and protective boyfriends bones and spock

their big plan: “we’re pressing ALL OF THESE BUTTONS AHAHAHAHA”

the pose™️ pt 2

“spock i’m about to punch this 17 year old kid in the face don’t interrupt me”

rand on the bridge in her nightgown no less! in her nightgown no less!

okay wait so where tf were they when charlie vaporized them?? the fucking void??

idk if i’m supposed to feel sympathy for this kid or not but i don’t

dad-mode bones with rand is kinda cute

kind of a bummer of an episode huh

but what’s the biting social commentary…”kids are assholes”

[donutloverxo]

Okay, let’s get some Steve filth flowing 😈 How about cockwarming with Steve for the first time? Bonus points if reader was asleep and he wakes her up because he’s needy AF and I—🥵😳🥴❤️ Have fun 😘

Hello birthday girl🥰🥰 sorry this took so long and I thought I could do it for our floofy haired lawyer daddy? Idk why I'm having all the Andy feels today let's hoe together🥵🥵

"That's it" He groaned pushing deep into your throat. He was never a fan of being on the receiving end, but for you he'd do anything. And you were a needy little minx. Always so hungry for his cock, begging him to let you suck it and make him feel good.

He finally gave in when he came back from work, so exhausted and done, but there you were. The light of his life. So beautiful and willing to do anything for him. So easily kneeling in front of him and letting him use your mouth to relieve himself. "Touch yourself" He demanded, he couldn't be the only one falling apart. If he was going he'd take you with him. He was almost there, on the edge of his orgasm, ready to empty himself in your mouth and make you swallow it all.

But then he woke up. His beautiful dream interrupted by your hand hitting his face. You always did like moving so much in your sleep. He cursed and said your name in an attempt to chastise you. You only grumbled and turned away from him sleeping on your side.

He couldn't exactly go back to his dream and pick up where he left off, not with his cock so achingly hard. Then he looked at you, your curvy silhouette visible in the dim light. He turned to his side snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you into him. You're so soft, so plaint. He rutted his clothed erection into your ass. You didn't wake, only huffed a bit, your nose scrunching up so cutely.

He pulled up the helm of your nightgown and slipped his fingers into your heat. You never wore panties to bed. He wondered, if it was because you wanted him to take advantage of you. He rolled your clit between his fingers as you gasped.

"Oh my god! Fuck Andy what are you doing?" You exclaimed, your voice husky from your sleep.

"I had an amazing dream about us honey." He whispered lowly "I need you so bad. Will you be good for me? Just this once?" He asked peppering kisses on your neck.

You could only nod and let out a 'yes' as he scissored your wet pussy.

He hastily took his shaft out of his uncomfortable breifs, slipping so easily into you. He grunted as he bottomed out "You're so tight sweetheart. Feels so good." He moaned shaking his hips a little.

You only hummed, still sleepy and now delirious from the weight of his hard length inside you, letting him capture your lips in a bruising kiss. You assumed that he'd take you rough and fast, as he often did when he was feeling needy, but he just...stayed in there? What the fuck?

"Andy? Baby what're you doing?" You asked moving your hips a bit. "Do you want me to get on top?"

He chuckled at that. You do look so pretty riding him, but he'd always prefer to watch you fall apart under him. "No sweetheart. You must be so tired. You had a long day no?" Exactly why he didn't push on any love making before bed. You nodded. "Well how about you just keep me warm and we both go back to sleep. I've got work tomorrow." He kissed your temple, finding a position comfortable for you both and settling in.

"But-"

"No buts honey. Go back to sleep." He instructed.

You hummed and clenched around him hoping to get something from him. He only slapped your ass as a warning. You shut your eyes. It would be next to impossible to even try to fall asleep, with his hot heavy cock around you. You wanted so much to feel him fuck you till you couldn't think straight. But what Andy says goes so you'd have to listen.

[taehyungsgrowl]

Ok BUT IMAGINE Noah having someone in that Outpost that cares for him apart from Gallant and the Grey‘s, takes him to bed with her when he can‘t sleep because of nightmares and so on. And someday Noah takes Y/N with her to an Interview with Michael and he immediately is like: 😍😍 And someday they‘re a cute little family

Michael being 😍 but what if Reader is 😠

Y/N, much like the other residents of the Outpost did not trust Langdon. She felt like she had to be wary around him, unsure if she would do the wrong thing to end up being killed. So for the most part, she just stayed out of his way. She felt lucky that he had yet to call her in for an interview. But who could she complain to? They were all on Mr. Langdon’s time. 

The only shimmer of hope in that dark underground hell was Noah. She remembers trying to explain to the boy how he ended up there without having a real explanation. So she did the best she could to turn their stories into fairytales rather than the nightmare it really was. Y/N had never really thought of herself as the “motherly” type, but his sweet vulnerability made it impossible for her not to care for him. Even the ditziest of the residents had taken a liking to Noah.  She doesn’t know what they would have done so many months without him. 

--

She slept as peacefully as she could on her uncomfortable Outpost mattress - is was the little things she missed the most. What she wouldn’t do for her Bed, Bath, and Beyond mattress topper now. 

But her sleep was interrupted by a pair of tiny hands shaking her awake, “Y/N. Y/N,” Noah called her name in a hushed tone. “Wake up.” he bounced his knees on the bed, hoping that would get her to wake up. 

She opened her eyes and was met with his. “Hey, buddy,” she sat up, rubbing her eyes tiredly. 

Noah tugged on her arm, “We gotta go,”

“Slow down - where are we going?”

Noah pulled his toy, the one Michael had gifted him, and shown it to Y/N. “Mr. Langdon gave me this. You gotta come see him.”

Y/N didn’t even attempt to mask her distrust of Michael. And she worried for Noah wondering what Michael’s intentions were with the child. She couldn’t help the protectiveness that overcame her. 

“Noah,” she sat him down on the bed with her, brushing back his hair. “We have to be careful, okay. We don’t know him.”

“He’s my friend,” Noah pouted. 

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll go talk to Mr. Langdon myself and while I do that you can hang out in here and draw me a new picture to hang up.”

Noah looked down at the bed, but nodded. 

Y/N sighed slipping on her shoes and making her way to Michael’s bedroom in her nightgown. 

She planned on giving him a piece of her mind. 

She knew what the other interviews were doing to the other residents - the psychological games and manipulation. She’d be damned if she let Michael do that with a child. 

Y/N swung open his door without knocking. To her surprise, he was already awake. He stood in front of his mirror, dressed in black from head to toe, his blonde waves brushing his shoulders.

“Ah, what do I owe this intrusion to Miss...” he questioned for her last name. 

She stomped closer until she was almost chest to chest with him. She looked up at him, the realization of how underdressed she was creeping in. 

“Leave the kid alone. Anything you need to do is going through me I don’t care if -”

“Excuse me,” he frowned down at her. “I don’t think you have a clue what you’re talk-”

“I do know.” she poked his chest. “I know that you said not all of us were going to make it out of here. And I know how some of the interviews have gone. Noah’s a good kid. Just. Please. Don’t hurt him.” Y/N didn’t expect her tears to start streaming down her face as she spoke. Partly due to the maternal instincts kicking in - the other part having to do with her fear of what Michael would do to her for approaching him like this.

Immediately, much like when he was interviewing Noah, Michael’s walls began to crumble down. His features softened as he took her wrist that was on his chest and set her hand down. 

Something about the way she cared for the boy - the way he wishes someone would have cared for him made his heart tighten. He could sense that despite her own fears, she was there protecting Noah. 

Michael never would have seen this coming from Y/N. He hadn’t gotten to her interview yet, but from the few times he’d seen her around she was not one for confrontation. 

“Hey,” he gently brought his hand up to wipe her tears, anticipating her to flinch away. When she stayed still, he swiped his thumb over her cheek. “I’m not going to hurt him. I promise.”

“Here,” he led her to his chair and knelt down. His eyes scanned down her clothing briefly before he met her eyes again. The soft glow of the candlelight made her look so beautiful. His large hand covered her knee and slowly started to rub comforting circles on it. 

“I admire how much you care for him.” his voice was low. Y/N could describe it as comforting, as strange as she thought. “I want to protect him. He’s just a child.” he said. Those words echoed in his head. 

Y/N nodded, “He is.” she sniffled, slowly looking up to meet Michael’s blue eyes. It was surprising to see him without his red eyeshadow. It softened his look so much, she got lost in his gaze for a moment. 

“He called you his friend,” she told him. She noticed Michael’s smile perk up at that. 

He chuckled softly, “I’m glad he trusts me,” he paused, taking her hand in his, “Do you? Do you trust me not to hurt him - or you for that matter?”

“I don’t know.” she sighed

“I suppose that’s fair,” Michael let go of her hand. “But I give you my word.”

She nodded and sighed deeply in an attempt to relieve her body of the tension she’d been holding. 

They both turned their heads up at the same time when Michael’s door creaked open. Noah came rushing in, crumbled paper in hand, he climbed up on Y/N’s lap. 

“Hey!” she giggled, trying to look like she hadn’t been crying. Michael stayed on the floor, his hand still lingering on her. 

“Look!” Noah held his drawing up for both Michael and Y/N to see. “It’s you, me, and Mr. Langdon.”

“That looks great,” Michael smiled, reaching up to ruffle his hair the same way Y/N always did. 

Y/N watched in awe of Langdon being able to be so tender with the child. she didn’t know if she trusted him completely, but she knew he wouldn't do anything harmful to Noah. And for now that was enough for her. 

Michael invited them to hang out in his room for the morning; he treated them to hidden snacks he had in his luggage. They had a makeshift picnic on his wooden floor. He knew Y/N didn’t trust him entirely, but he had the compulsion to make her trust him. He liked her. He knew he was there for business, but didn’t expect to meet Y/N or Noah to change his plans for the Cooperative. 

-- 

anyway i wasnt gonna tag anyone in this one bc idk if it makes sense / is good BUT i had promised to write more Noah content so. here you go!

PLEASE!!!!! let me know if i should continue it or not!!!

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[vermillionflames]

Trying To Get Pregnant

Mereoleona’s partner wants to have a baby… There’s just one problem with that… They’re both women.

Mereoleona x Y/N x Nozel

first person POV

word count: 1,821

nsfw; threesome, unprotected sex, um slight homophobic remarks

i hate how i ended it too but idk what else to say lmfao

enjoy!

-

“Ohhhh, aren’t these just adorable!! Look Leona!!” I hold up an infant sized ball gown in her face. She raises her eyebrow at the dress and then turns her attention to me.

“Sure,” she shrugs before walking away.

I huffed and crossed my arms, “Just admit that you think it’s cute! I wish we had a little baby to dress up… Do you think we could tag team peer pressure into Fuegoleon? He would probably let me babysit, don’t ya think?” I think out loud while looking at more of the baby clothes in the shop. Mereoleona was not listening to me though, she had left the shop and probably moved on to one full of sharp knives, or a food vendor. Not willing to play with my baby fantasy. 

“Would you like to purchase any of these, dear,” the shop keep asked me.

I gave her a sad, small smile, “No thank you, I’ll come back when I have a baby…”

I walked outside and found Mereoleona trying to barter with a street vendor. When she realized I was next to her, she turned her anger to me.

“Maybe if you wanted a child so much, you should’ve married a man.” 

“It’s not like that…” Her words hurt. She huffed and walked away before I had time to say anything else. She was upset with me so I decided it best to head home and leave her be.

-

“I have a favor to ask you.”

She appeared out of nowhere and inevitably scared the shit out of him. He was just minding his business, walking down the hall of his castle when the madwoman jumped out at him. Nozel fixed his composure quickly and cocked his brow at her.

“You? Have a favor to ask me?”

“Follow me, I don’t have all day.” Mereoleona had him follow her into an empty room, seemingly so the conversation could be kept secret. SHe even went as far as to scaring off all the servants in their path.

“You’re familiar with my wife, I assume” she asked. Nozel was even more confused now.

“Everyone is well aware that House Vermillion allowed their daughter to marry a woman.”

Leona glared at him, “You wouldn’t have a problem with that, right, Nozel?”

“Oh, of course not. It just makes my family look better.”

“Well I need you to fuck her.”

“House Silva would never allow for something so taboo to- wait, what?”

“You would have a child before my idiot brother and finally beat him at something~” she tesed.

“But it wouldn’t be my heir. You’re just using me for some kind of sick kink!”

“And you think about my wife when you’re alone at night, so you might as well help me out here.”

“I do not-”

“I know everyone wanted Y/N to marry their sons. I’m well aware of the heartbreak and distress we caused everyone. Sorry, but I was just the best pick. And now I’m allowing you to have a join us, in our bedroom, to help us have a baby. So?”

“No.” His decline got him a hot, hard smack to the face.

“This is for her, not me. If you really care about her you will come to our room tonight.” She walked away and Nozel was left there holding his aching cheek.

-

I was fixing my hair whenever she came in. I held her gaze in my vanity mirror. She kept her stone cold glare. I sighed.

“I’m sorry, Leona. I didn’t think it would upset you so much. I know we can’t have children I just thought it would be fun to think about and,” I noticed she had a guest, and crossed my arms fast to hide the fact I was in my thin nightie, braless, “Nozel, hi, what are you doing here so late?”

Leona walked up to me and gave me one of her needy kisses.

“He’s here to get you pregnant.” I laughed. Then I looked at Nozel’s blushing face. Oh.

“That’s not, I mean, ummm… why?”

“You want a baby. And it’s my job as your wife to give you everything you want.”

“But you were mad at me for it-”

“I’m only mad that I have to let this loser have a taste of you.”

I turned to look at Nozel, “Well… okay.”

Leona starts to kiss down my neck and I close my eyes and let out a soft moan in response.

“Listen here, braid boy,” Leona says while running her hands through my scalp, “This isn’t for your pleasure. You have a job to do. I’m going to get her riled up and then you’re going to put that dick of yours into her and you’re going to give her a baby.”

“Mmm, won’t a dick hurt,” I ask her. Her eyes fill with concern.

“And if you hurt her, I will kill you.”

“Can we just get this started,” Nozel said in response. 

Leona picked me up bridal style and brought me over to our bed. She started out slowly by giving my face, neck, and collar bone soft kisses while her hands removed my nightgown. I was naked, she was fully dressed. It would be just like normal if there wasn’t a man watching us at the foot of the bed, I kept my eyes closed to ignore his presence.  

My wife started to kiss her way down my body, stopping at my nipples to give them each a hard suck while her hand trailed down to my clit. I could hear Nozel taking off his clothes as he watched us. Mereoleona’s finger moved in slow circles on my clit, I moaned out. I could feel her smile against my breasts. Her fingers moved to my entrance, where they teased me before entering. She brought her lips to mine and swallowed my moans. 

She let go of my lips. We held each other's lustful gaze while she finger fucked me. My moans filled the room while she rubbed the tips of her fingers against my spot. My juices made a huge puddle on the sheets below us. Leona gave me one last kiss before we turned our attention to Nozel, who was now naked and rubbing himself. 

“Hurry up,” Leona said to him as she removed herself from me. I whimpered at the loss of heat. Nozel replaced her. He was cold to the touch. Mereoleona stood at the side of the bed, watching us like an animal waiting to attack it’s prey. I took a deep breath before nodding at him, giving the go ahead. 

His full length slide into me easily, thanks to Mereoleona’s foreplay. I looked up to watch my wifes face while Nozel snuggled his face into my neck and got to work. I whimpered the first few thrusts, trying to get use to the new feeling. Eventually my body relaxed and I allowed myself to enjoy the feeling of his bare cock thrusting in and out of me. Nozel’s fingers gripped my hips as he grunted. Mereoleona was watching to make sure he did his job and followed her rules, I assume. I whimpered and gave her the look to let her know I wanted her. 

“You need to work faster, bird face,” She threatened him as she knelt down to kiss me. I moaned into her mouth. It was less awkward when she was close to me. Whenever she tried to pull away I whimpered louder and forced my head up closer to her. I guess my neediness gave her an idea. 

“Get up,” She commanded, now fully naked. Nozel stopped and removed himself from me, visibly confused. “You too, sweetcheeks.”

I stood up next to Nozel, curious as to what her plan was. She laid down, her knees bend over the edge of the bed, and gave me a come here motion. I stood in front of her, not knowing what she wanted me to do. She grabbed my wrists and laid me on top of her, our breasts rubbing against each other.

“I assume you don’t need any help, Nozel.” She kissed me and put her fingers on my clit, I felt Nozel grab my hips and enter me again. I moaned into her mouth. He kept his pace steady while Leona’s fingers went full speed on me, I had to rest and lay down my head from the intensity of it all. I drowned out everyone with my moans. I felt my pussy tighten around Nozel’s cock. He groaned in response. 

“I told you this wasn’t for you!” Mereoleona yelled at him. I didn’t care. I felt so good. I don’t think Nozel cared either because he increased his pace, the sounds of his body slapping against my ass echoing through the room. 

“I’m gonna cum,” I whimpered into Leona’s neck. Her fingers pressed against my clit harder. I guess Nozel wanted to get me off just as bad because he angled his dick to hit my g spot. I let out a scream as my body tightened around him. He kept going while Leona moved her hands to hair. 

“Nozel, if you don’t-”

“Shut up,” he snarked back at her. I felt his dick twitch inside me, his cum filling my cervix. He laid his head down on my back while he tried to catch his breath.

“You can leave now,” Leona told him. 

“That’s it then?” He pulled himself away from me.

“You better hope it worked,” Leona said as she moved me to lay on my back so I could rest.

I went to sleep but I could vaguely hear them arguing about something before I was fully out. When I woke up the next morning I was sore, but Mereoleona made sure I got tons of affection and rest.

-

It had been a few weeks since Nozel had seen Mereoleona and Y/N. Surely they would know by now if he was able to get her pregnant. He had sent them a letter asking what the outcome was. He had yet to get a response. But Fuegoleon was giving him more than the usual heat at the Captain’s meeting. That had to mean something.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but it should have been a member of House Vermillion to bed Y/N. At least the child would share genetics with her wife if she had done that.”

“What’s the matter Fuegoleon? Are you jealous? Upset I beat you at something?”

“You should both shut up because neither of you are going to be involved in my child’s life,” Mereoleona said walking past their argument in the hall, her and Y/N on their way to go to the high mana zone as they usually do.

“Besides that, it was Nozel is way more fun than you Fueggy,” Y/N winked at them, “At least with him Leona could join~”