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just-french-me-up · 1 month

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If you'd still like Dreamling kiss prompts, how about 7 or 17?

@martybaker asked : Hello, your fics are so lovely! May I humbly request ‘A kiss to shut them up’ if you’re still taking prompts? 👉👈 @anonymous asked : Thoughts on dreamling 7 or 17 (to shut them up or to distract - maybe even both at once?) for the kiss prompts?

We're shutting him up, yall! This is a Retired!Dream one, in which Dream struggles with the human body and human condition, and can't see how he can measure up to his old self in Hob's eyes. Angsty you say? Deceivingly horny I raise you! I kept this sorta M rated but... hey if there's more to come *winkwink* who knows?

The human body was a curious thing. It required constant attention, fluids, fuel, maintenance, care. And yet it was so... limiting. Morpheus could still remember how it felt, to think of a place and feel the ground shift under his feet without ever having to move. There had been no hunger then. No thirst. No itching, for his skin had never had the notion that it could be too dry.

If he had ever felt those things, it had been because he had chosen to.

Now the world imposed itself to him, there wasn't much of a choice.

Urges baffled him the most. The dryness coating his mouth on a particularly hot day, his mind conjuring up images of cold, condensation-weeping bottles. The drowsiness taking hold of him after dinner, weighing on his eyelids. The burning, devouring heat flaring in his abdomen as Hob would step out of the shower, a towel lazily tied around his hips, the line of hair trailing down his navel guiding Morpheus' gaze downwards.

It was a strange thing, to be overcome by such sensations. An infuriating thing, really. He ought to be able to resist them. He had been able to resist them, once, to ignore them, dismiss them into nothing if he so chose. How vexing it was, to be a creature of wants and needs, when your existence had been nothing but careful control.

He would not tell Hob, but he could not help but feel... lesser. How clever could his mind be, now that he only had access to his own? How good could his hands be, he who had been able to breathe life into dream clay, fashion lands and castles with a single thought? How pleasing could his touch be, now that he was barred from his lover's unconscious? How could he compare to who and what he had been, once?

They had not made love ever since his encounter with the Kindly Ones. Hob had never pushed, reading Morpheus far better than Morpheus ever could, now. There had been times, here and there, when Morpheus had thought they would, with lingering kisses growing deeper, embraces in bed tighter, but something had held him back. Some bitter gnawing feeling at the pit of his stomach. Yet another thing he could not seem to control.

Yet he wanted. Desperately, frustratingly so. The most mundane things would strike him as the most erotic sights he could fathom. Hob drinking his coffee in the morning, his Adam's apple bobbing as he'd swallow. Hob reading the day's papers, his gaze intent, focused. Hob reaching up to grab this or that from a cupboard, his shirt riding up and showing his navel, while his tired pajama bottoms hung from his hips, revealing the slight dips there, a hint of hair...

Morpheus' body would betray him often, subjecting him to fantasies and erections that, much like the rest, he held little control over. Unlike food, lust was a hunger he never seemed to satisfy. It only grew.

If Hob had ever caught him staring, he never said anything. Instead, he was highly skilled at noticing when Morpheus' mind would start spinning on itself, feeding the loop of existential dread looming over him. He had taken to giving Morpheus tasks, then, something to focus on. Although it would not quite clear the storm, it muffled it somewhat.

Perhaps he'd sensed another one of Morpheus' spirals that night, when his voice rose from the bedroom.

"Oh, bollocks! Love? Might need a hand here."

As he stepped inside the bedroom, Morpheus found Hob standing by the mirror, struggling with his button-up. He flashed a quick contrite smile at him, emphatically tugging at the fabric.

"Can't manage to button those buggers off," he explained.

"Allow me."

The human condition was one thing, but buttons he could handle. Morpheus' touch was methodical, surgical almost, as he focused on the task at hand, yet three buttons later, he could not help but feel his focus slip. He could feel Hob's warmth under his fingertips. His heartbeat. As he breathed in, Hob's scent filled his lungs, distracting him further. By the time he was done with the shirt, his mind had gone elsewhere.

Hob wore an undershirt, a thin, almost see-through thing. It required barely any effort to see his chest in spite of the fabric. Morpheus' eyes trailed down, heat flushing his cheeks. Mindlessly, his thumb traced the line of hair down Hob's abdomen, his mouth filled with want. He could feel hot breath against his lips. Humans were not meant to withstand such hunger.

They were kissing before Morpheus could articulate another thought, Hob's mouth warm and soft against his, the coarse brush of his stubble adding fuel to the fire overtaking him. No doubt Hob had meant for this to be tender, but Morpheus was famished, taking, and taking, and taking all that was offered until his lungs might explode. He found himself gasping against Hob, nose to nose, forehead to forehead.

"Hey," Hob whispered, gentle to a fault. "It's okay. There's no rush."

Morpheus swallowed hard, feverishly catching his breath. Hob's palm was invitingly cool against his cheek.

"I will keep," he continued. "We don't have to―"

"I want to," Morpheus rasped, weeks of frustration pushing the words out of him. "I want you. I just―"

"Just what?"

The patience in his voice was the lifeline Morpheus held onto as he sighed, embarrassment flooding through him.

"This form, it feels... finite. Flawed. Lacking."

Fallible, he did not say. He watched as Hob's eyes grew round, ridicule joining embarrassment.

"Duck―"

"I am not as I once was," he continued, overcome with the need to justify himself. "I am no longer suited to anticipate your every want. I can not satisfy you to the degree I once could. Everything I have to offer is bound to disappoint in comparison."

Hob's stare felt heavy, too heavy for Morpheus to hold, but as he looked away, Hob took his chin between his fingers, directing his gaze back to him.

"Love, I―. Sex is not about making some kind of... of ranking."

"Your unconscious would rank it, regardless."

"Fuck my unconscious. It's my conscious self who wants you, magic dick or not."

The corners of Hob's mouth twitched at his own joke, but seriousness soon took over.

"I love you," he said, prompting Morpheus to look away again. "I love you. I would love you Endless, I would love you human, I would love you if you were a tentacled monster and hell, you've been that before if you'd recall!"

Morpheus fought back the smile creeping up on his lips.

"I never cared how we'd fuck. Well, I did, but― I did because it was you. I wanted to be with you. I still do."

Hob sighed, and they stood in silence for a moment, looking at each other.

"At least now we know that mind of yours is well and truly yours and not a Dream of the Endless exclusive."

"An unfortunate discovery."

Hob's hand settled on Morpheus' waist, his thumb brushing the fabric of his shirt.

"I do want you," he said. "Whenever you're ready. If ever. But I don't want you holding back because you've convinced yourself I may not enjoy it well enough, according to some cosmic standard you've set for yourself."

Morpheus nodded slowly, his own thumb back to tracing the happy trail on Hob's stomach.

"I have always found you pleasing enough, after all," he dared, shooting a tentative look at Hob. "As human as you are."

Hob made a face, pulling him closer by the waist.

"Your compliments need work, duck. But I do think there's a silver lining to this whole human condition you are overlooking."

"Is that so?"

Hob smirked at him, fully conscious of how devilishly handsome that made him. He had had, after all, centuries to hone those skills. How long would it take him?

"You no longer have access to my unconscious, right?"

"I do not."

"Which means you can no longer anticipate my every want, as you said."

Now that was rubbing salt into the wound.

"Yes," he conceded with a frown.

"Well imagine how arousing it is, my love," Hob said, his eyes darker by the second, "to be able to surprise you."

A warm shiver went down Morpheus' spine, sending his pulse into a frantic race. He swallowed thickly, holding Hob's gaze.

"How arousing?"

"Very. Cock-achingly, one might say."

Morpheus glanced down, finding Hob's trousers tight, his hard cock pressing against the fabric, making his knees weak. The human body truly was weak in the most delicious way.

"I could dare you to surprise me," he teased back, his breathing loud in his ears.

"You could."

Gods, that mouth of his, Morpheus was quite certain he could be undone from that tone alone. But still.

"But should you find me displeasing, you ought to―"

The rest of his words were swallowed into a kiss, unheard and discarded, replaced by tender sighs and wanting hands, and after a while, Morpheus found he'd forgotten what they even were, his mind blissfully blank save for pleasure.

The human body was a curious thing. A highly pleasing thing, at times.

Send me a kissing prompt?

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antiwhores · 9 months

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Virgin!Bakugou x Virgin!Reader

Hey friends, lemme know in the comments if yall want another part.

Content: Virginity, loss of innocence (lmfao??), grinding, not proof read (yall should know this by now tho)

Virgin!Bakugou with Virgin!Reader plagues my mind at all times.

You’re both scared to take the next step into your relationship. Both of you waiting for the other to make the first move. But finally, Bakugou got tired of his nights alone, stroking his cock with your name on his tongue.

“I wanna have sex with you.” He randomly blurted out while you were mid sentence in a conversation about your day.

You both just freeze, looking at each other with wide eyes

That got the conversation going though! You both talked about your boundaries and how inexperienced you both were with red faces.

You were over at his house for the weekend, sitting on his couch. This was the last thing you expected to happen. He always seemed so

“So, do you wanna try right now?” You could barely get the question out without stuttering. He looked away from you with a hand over his mouth, slowly nodding.

You scooted yourself closer, lightly guiding his lips to yours. You both made out for a while before he pulled you onto his lap.

You subconsciously started grinding down on him. You only realized it when his grip tightened on you and a moan slipped out. You stopped, scared you were going too fast. He pulled away from your lips, “Keep going, you were doing good.”

You don’t think he realized how hot he sounded when he said that. Your pussy tightened around nothing just from his words.

You continued to grind on him, getting breathless from the feeling of his hard cock through his sweatpants rubbing against your clit.

Bakugou had a hand covering his face to conceal his moans. His eyes were closed but they would open wide when you grind on him particularly hard.

He dove his head into your neck, “Shit- Im close. Stop, I’m gonna cum-“ Although he told you to stop (for some reason), he didn’t give you much of a chance before the wet of his cum stained the fabric of his sweatpants.

He came with a prolonged moan, pushing you down on him with an iron grip. His orgasm lasted for longer than you would’ve initially thought an orgasm would last. Maybe it’s just him?

When he was done ruining his pants (and yours), his body went from tensed to limp. You both sat in silence, catching your breaths.

You were about to speak when his phone rang. He answered it, pulling himself together as best he could.

“What.” He sounded pissed that they’d bother him during such an intimate time, even though they had no idea of his actions.

“Are you fucking serious? No. Get someone else to do it.” You were starting to get worried. You tried to remove yourself from his lap but he gave you a look that said no and you immediately obeyed.

He groaned loudly before screaming into his phone, “FUCKING FINE!” He hung up and slammed his phone on the table.

“Whats up..?” You hesitantly asked.

“They’re calling me into work cause some dumbass can’t handle a single fucking villain.”

“Oh.”

He could feel the disappointment radiating off your body. He grabbed your chin, pulling your face up to look him in the eye. “We’ll continue when I get back, ‘promise.”

He got up to go change with a red face. He has never fought a villain faster.

#bakugou x reader #mha x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou thirst #bakugou smut #mha smut

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lovebvni · 11 months

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Shifting tips plz?

hey hon!! i’m going to be honest, i’ve been avoiding answering this because i feel like this is a three part thing. before shifting, during shifting, and after an attempt. so im gonna try to answer it like that.

!! long blog ahead !!

pre-shift

• before a shift, it’s good to meditate. get your mind, soul and intention on one thing, making an attempt.

• set an intention/affirm! for a few minutes, just say “i am going to shift.” “i have shifted.” “i will shift this attempt.” “i always succeed when i shift” or things like that. get it deep into your mind, into your bones! let the universe hear it!!

• do something to tire you out PHYSICALLY! this is some advice i haven’t seen before, but has helped me. if your physical body is tired, it’s easier for it to fall asleep so it can recover. but, after exercising, your mind and subconscious wasn’t doing much, so it still has energy to spare!

• hype yourself up! another thing i don’t see much, making yourself excited to shift. if you’re pumped with adrenaline, and then you’re about to do that action to get where you’re going (example, you got ready for a party and you’re getting ready to go in your car) you’re going to be like going CRAZY mentally and this will help u so much!!

• reflect! yeah, this is similar to affirming, in the way you’re reminding yourself of what you did and what you can do. remind yourself of that he attempts you made in the past, the symptoms you got, the times you temporarily shifted (or minishifted if u call it that) remind yourself of your power, your abilities!!

• read your script to where you’re shifting! if you have a script, of course, i know some people mentally script or don’t script much, but look over it if you have one. change little things, remind yourself what you look, the colour of your eyelashes compared to your eyebrows. random things like that.

• visualize it. “thoughts become things. if you see it in your mind, you will hold it in your hand” — bob proctor. this isn’t limiting yourself to visualizing, hell, you can SAY you’re doing it. like i sometimes tell myself “i’m going to shower” or “i’m going to make a blog today” then i do it. i saw it in my mind, i spoke it, now i hold it in my hand. and there’s proof! witnesses, bro! sometimes, all you gotta do is think it and believe those thoughts are real.

during a shift

keep focus! or as my pastor once said, keep watch! watch your thoughts, watch your mind. if it starts drifting away from the method and you start thinking you want a sandwich ( *cough cough* me and @shiftingwithhale *cough cough* ) then refocus and redirect your thoughts. “i accept this thought, i will now move back to shifting.” then focus on shifting again. your mind WILL wonder, and that’s not a bad thing! you are human as much as you are god! you will make mistakes! but that doesn’t mean you keep making those mistakes. yall, i accidently stole once and i CRIED MY FUCKING EYES OUTTT!! before returning it. i was so upset i accidentally stole, and i went back in that store CRYING when I gave it back.( i was like 4 btw. i was so scared, it was cold n i wanted to ask my mom for smth but i forgot when i was holding her hand 💀)

listen to a sub/theta waves/a guided method! just something! it helps the brain focus and calms the crazy side. this is obvs if u have the ability to. for example, i know someone who can’t have their phone after a certain time + their parents make sure to take it before and check on them. they aren’t into shifting, it just makes it extremely difficult to talk to them after a certain time 🙄🙄 if u can’t do this, dw!! listen to a sub before going to bed/while doing hw :)

when intrusive/negative thoughts come — “why am i doing this?” “this is stupid.” “i what if i mess this all up bc i gotta sneeze” WHO TF CARES!! LITERALLY MOVE. TELL THEM TO SHUT UP. TELL THEM U WRE BETTER! OR EVEN TAKE A BREAK BRO! the break can literally b a few minutes js to regroup. sit up so you won’t fall asleep, open your eyes, count your fingers and toes (LMAO?? this is specific to someone) and tell yourself “i can do this because i’ve done it. plus other people have done it, all over the world! if one can achieve, so can another.” i feel like it’s so powerful just to remind yourself that if other people can do it you can. if you wanted some new shoes but js got fired from your job n you don’t know what to do, then just wait for a moment. talk to ppl you know. get it done somehow, because eventually you’ll get those shoes, if not better ones!

just do it bro 💀💀 like actually. if you fall asleep after counting to 17 WHO CARES! an awake method can b an asleep method. your brain shutting off does not equal your subconscious shutting down. dude, it CANT DO THAT!! it’s always working, and it works better when your body is resting. keep that in mind.

after an attempt

CELEBRATE i don’t give a shit if you fully shifted or not. you did something. you committed to it. sure, i know it’s hard to keep high spirits, but celebrate the little things. isn’t thanksgiving coming up? be thankful that u found out abt shifting. be thankful you can do an asleep method n shift that way. don’t b mad u didn’t wake up in ur dr, be happy you woke up in a parallel reality and you’re even closer!

write down what worked and what didn’t! if something in your method frustrates or confuses you, change it or remove it. if you visualize in the middle of the method, and you don’t like it, drop it 🤷 do what helps YOU PERSONALLY! use this as a form of journaling. and also, take a deep breath and write out your frustrations w shifting. then write what you love about it. always balance the negative w positive <3

do a reality check! make sure you’re not in a dream. weather you shifted where u want to or not, it’s always good to get in the habit of doing reality checks. it may surprise u and allow u to lucid dream and then shift!!

be in the present! if you didn’t shift, fuck that! you’re here right now and that’s what you can control! sure, you didn’t shift in the PAST but you can in the PRESENT and the FUTURE! so focus on that. it helps with your hope and motivation <3

that’s all i have for u lovely! if i think of anything else, i will update this blog, bc i do rlly believe and hope it will help people <3 this is another blog that made me think, so thank you for that! :)

i love u honey!! i wish u the best on your shifting journey !!

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strxwberriiwithchocolate · 26 days

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hey guys. queued this for when I'm in school but I'm an introvert. meaning i have really low social battery and making friends is hard.. some of yall are probably also like that, so here is

hoshiis super amazing introvert guide to making friends at school!

alright first off. seating arrangements will be your best friend 🔥 wait for a good time to talk to people next to you and try saying some small things, like asking if they like the class. Or, even better, criticizing the people in the class. Try complimenting stuff they have too! Compliments make everyone happy :> I made a friend in my homeroom cause I told her that she had cute drawings

another good idea is finding people who also don't have friends! if you see someone who doesn't know anyone in the class, take the leap of faith and go talk to them about something, such as the class itself.

mutual friends!! if you know someone who's friends with one of your friends, try talking to them??? or try having your friend introduce you to their friend!

to summarize, it's really hard making friends, but you need to step out of your comfort zone and try talking to people, don't be like me at the beginning of the year and just expect someone to come up and talk to me about a hyperfixation :( it will all work out, trust me

#I'm posting this for my own reference but. if yall want it too knock yourself out.#1 4 3 I love queue!#introvert

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r0s3s26 · 3 months

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Match up for…@jae-pudding

<3 Your boyfriend is…..Tsukishima Kei!

<3 You for real just found your twin bro

<3 Y'all would be menaces together oh my lord

<3 You and tsukishima have a lot of similar traits in personality, which would make it easier for you guys to click first

<3 Ok mini backstory cause I had an idea

<3 I'm gonna say that you two probably met in highschool and where an exchange student that just moved to miyagi

<3 You were in tsukishima's class and were sat next to him

<3 Some group of kids would be being really loud and annoying near you and you would just start glaring and side eyeing the FUCKKK outta them, which made tsuki giggle ngl

<3 What really made him drawn to you though is how intelligent you are

<3 When he was at karasuno on the volleyball team, he was always surrounded by idiots

<3 Every conversation with Noya, Hinata, Tanka, or Kageyama melted his brain cells

<3 So when you were around and would strike a intelligent conversation with him, it was like a breath of fresh air

<3 Anyways back to the present/time-skip

<3 You are a lot more outgoing in the way you go about yourself, which helps tsukishima explore the world a bit more

<3 Tsukishima would drag you to different museums around japan and become your personal tour guide for each one

<3 Wanted to travel more but need a push, your the push

<3 I think his love languages are Words of affirmation and gift giving

<3 Would get you little trinkets and matching things

<3 Wait yall with matching dino keychain>>> so cute

<3 It takes a while for Tsukishima to start opening up more with his emotions and become more emotionally smart in a relationship

<3 He is mainly scared of just messing something up. So he starts bottling stuff in and putting up fake facades to seem ok. But once your like “Hey man, talk to me, its ok” all the walls come crashing

<3 Ok back to positive stuff

<3 His favorite date is to sit at an outdoor cafe(new one every couple weeks or so) and people watch

<3 Your favorite date is going to different cities and or towns in japan

<3 Overall you both work very well for each other

Blurb (Tsukishima's POV):

It's dark outside by the time practice ends. I feel gross with how sweaty I am and musty the air is in the gym, I need to get out quick. I thank the coach and my captain and quickly leave for the locker room. I sent a quick text to Yuno that i'm gonna be like in 15 minutes. I try to be as quick as possible because we are having a dinner date at a local place in a bit and I don’t wanna be late. After my shower I send another text to Yuno that I'm done and he can meet me outside.

I walk out of the locker room and through the front door to the outside, this is nice. I feel my body temperature cooling down and I can finally somewhat relax. I wait a couple of minutes before I hear yuno calling my name, “Tsuki i'm over here!” I look around for a second to see where he was and I see him at the entrance of the parking lot. I walk over there as quickly as possible. When I walk over to him I pull him in by the waist with one arm and kiss the top of his head, “Wow Tsuki, didn’t realize you missed me so much” Yuno says with a smirk “Oh shut it” I reply back with a small smile “Now lets go”.

(Authors Note: I hope you like it:)) I have written in a couple years so Im still getting the hang of it again lol.)

#haikyuu matchup #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu headcanons #matchup

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sleepy-achilles · 7 months

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How come rdj has only just won an Oscar?

No one saw iron man 1 or endgame?

Bro even judge or a guide to recognising your saints? (Bro put his whole bubble butt into that scene where he asks his father if he loves him)

Hell the sherlock films (give me another pls)

Even Chaplin. (A man I have personal beef with. I watched that film twice, I was doing my history projected on Charlie Chaplin. Made a book about his entire life. And I mean entire life. Had a month to do it, did it in 24 hours before it was due and got an A* for it. I now cannot look at that weirdly posed man without suffering. But Robert's acting was amazing)

Yall just thought, hey this man has an inspiring story let's just not give his hardest, hottest performance a Oscar.

Let's make him wait for it and then give it to him for something he costared in.

Smooth Oscars, smooth.

Anyways congrats RDJ you lil cinnamon roll. You deserve it

#rdj #robert downey jr #my beloved

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salt-volk · 2 years

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event prediction fun game!

HEY yall lets make event predictions n see who gets closest when it actualy comes out!!! a lil more light hearted stuff to post along all the drama

heres mine:

the new mini town will be some sort of forest theme maybe with a rock cliff aesthetic too

new npc will have red hair or black hair n will be male or gender neutral

npc name will start with a D or maybe an S

they will be possibly be an animal person since lots of event npcs have been humany up to now, n maybe a bird person bc there havent been many of those

yall may be right that the teams are 3 teams based on each 3s forest witch but i wonder if therell be a 4th team like irin or smthn whos an alternative against all the witches entirely

the summer wings n other items will still come out but recolored maybe. or theyll have another item with same stats n placement as the wings

part of dv story that changes depending on which team wins is going to decide the direction for 3s forest but i dont think it will be "which witch wins control of the forest" more like that the forest will either be destroyed entirely or saved

or maybe smthn in event outcome will determine which full town we get next like if there are multiple possible town concepts lined up this locks us into one of them being made first before the others bc the story now takes us there sooner. anjie said a long time ago they were looking into less linear story paths (so not having to complete every town in order from louis hill to vaer before being able to unlock a new town. instead having new towns branch out from ealirer existing towns) so this would be a good set up for that. also gets around the "cant release new town until we fix vaer reef" thing. not just a mini town but maybe new big town location set up to branch from 3s.

there will be a new humanoid looking event pet

some sort of bad magical energy that can spread out of 3s forest n infect other areas too

the teams will end up working together in the end somehow story wise

a new post border will be released

new npc shop will be how they cycle in old monthly sets OR will be a "pawn shop" type a thing

some sort of animal messenger or guide

idk how but marvel will show up maybe

one of the clothing items will be controversial somehow

new food item or multiple food items

pets will not be involved in the battle competition part of things

okay thats all ive been thinkin about! rlly wanna hear others predictions even if theyre silly! just throwing stuff out there who knows maybe youll be secretly a prophet lmfao

#anonymous #mod yoshi #events

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tallulahneale · 26 days

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Title: Who really lives their dream?

Summary: Vince as a pharma tech, alternate reality!

A/n: This is a fluffy wuffy story.

Part Five

Over the next 4 days, he teaches Lula everything about the operation. By day 5 she is pretty much a pro, checking through the online forums for new clients, pin pointing new drop off points and keeping an eye on the stock.

“Are you ready?” Vince asks her.

“Wait, I don’t think I can go through with this” she starts to ramble “I mean, we can wait for anoth-“

“Lula. No. The longer we leave it the riskier it is”

“I know but wh-“

“We have to do this. Stop talking”

She takes a deep breath, staring at him, hands shaking. He gives her a burner phone with a random sim, “call this number at 7:47am on Tuesday, no earlier no later. Throw it away and break the sim once you’re done.”

“But we have work that day! Vince I’m not sure anymore”

“Stop it Lula, your nervous energy is rubbing off on me”

“…sorry”

“It’s fine. Just call the number, make yourself sound extra white. Y’know, like a Karen”

“Yes yes, I got it”

“Cool. You got this boubout” he smiles at her. She smiles back nervously. Giving him a tight hug. “I’ll miss you.”

“Stop all that, you’ll see me in no time. My Mom said you can drop by her house if you need help or if you just want to chill” he said as he embraces her.

They stare into each other’s eyes, is this that moment? they think simultaneously. She let go, giving him a kiss on the cheek then resting her head on his shoulder “Fight hard nigga.”

——

Tuesday morning was tense. She made the call and headed straight to work. She did her best to keep it altogether till the end of the work day but she was on edge.

9am, no Vince.

10am, still a no show.

11am nothing.

A nosy little coworker walks towards her, he’s probably the one Vince was talking about, Lula says to herself.

“No Vince today?” The short stout man asks. Mockingly, she looks around the pharmacy “Huh?”

“It’s almost lunch time and Vince still isn’t here. Quite unusual if you ask me.” He responds curiously.

“Awww you must really care about your coworkers wellbeing” she says sarcastically “that’s sweet.” He looks at her before walking away, realising that he’s got the right one today.

The rest of the day runs smoothly and Lula heads home. She freshens up, makes a prayer for Vince and drifts of to bed.

Friday morning she wakes up to 10+ missed calls, an email and the work group chat blowing up.

“Fuck. It’s really happening” she whispers to herself. She reads through the email;

‘Following the court case, a verdict of guilty has been reached. Mr Staples will been removed from the register, have his license revoked and jailed for a period of 12 months for selling $35,000 worth of controlled substances.’

“Fuck. That nigga is hella smart” Lula says to herself, “Vince knew all of this would happen and came up with an ingenious plan.” She checks the group chat and it’s going off! Baptiste, the branch manager, sends a brief but condescending message;

‘I am sure you all received the email and heard the news about one of our hardest working staff. It truly saddens me to see this. However, let this be a lesson for those in other branches. Thanks, Baptiste.’

“Shut the fuck up, yall didn’t catch him! Slow ass mfs” she says to herself getting ready to leave for work. “Today’s gonna be a long day” she adds.

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After a busy, annoying and frustrating work day, Lula heads to the operation apartment. She did agree to manage the operation while he’s away, There’s no time like the present, she encourages herself as sets up a new plan. Vince didn’t leave her with a guide on how to get through the 12 months without him. So she comes up with her own; drop offs will be 3 days a week instead of daily. The payments will be made prior to drop off with an increased fee. The news was basically publicity for ‘Painless-Pills’ she giggles, “free marketing!” Technically, is wasn’t free, the cost was Vince been away but hey, he was prepared. Lula updates the forum, sent a message to old customers and the 175 new ones that popped up since Tuesday. The clientele was growing and the stocks were running low. She still goes to pharmacy to keep up appearances, but she couldn’t get stock from there anymore.

Within a week, Lula was able to cut a deal with three wholesale manufacturers. This included changing the custom logo and brands of the meds to a ‘p-p’, “That name is corny af” she laughs. She informs new and future clientele of the change to avoid confusion and states:

‘All referrals must pay at fee of $2700 before being accepted into the p-p system. Present clients must make a payment of $1500 if they wish to continue with p-p’

Going through the list of clients she knows they are willing to pay for legit medical-grade pills. Plus Vince showed her the books and boiiii did she see some questionable names on that list!

She heads to work at the pharmacy like normal, after she sorts the new guide and updates the forum.

“Today is going to be a good day” she smiles softly.

Part 5 1/2 link.

Translations: (n/b not fluent in Creole)

Sweetheart = boubout

#vince staples #black reader #creole #haiti #fem reader #friendship #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff #orginal work #tnblog

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belovedwhore · 2 years

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lucas sinclair x cheerleader!reader

warnings: smut, blowjob, fingering

notes: hey yall, sorry i was gone for so long but this took me like forever to write. there’s a bit of plot to this so it’s a little lengthy but trust me totally worth it in the end. anyways comment and let me know what you think and i promise i’ll be more active. and also let me know who you want me to write for next!!!

it was the night of yet another basketball game. you think after this one of they win they go to the championship. being on the cheer team, you had to be there early, especially as senior captain. lucas was on the basketball team and although he didn’t see much playing time freshman year, he’d grown into a very skilled player and was actually one of the best of the team. he was your best friend and the whole reason you’d joined the cheer team in the first place. freshmen year you’d both decided to try new things, you with cheer and him with basketball, and they both kinda worked out for you guys. every game day you’d go over to his house so you guys could get ready and ride over to the school together.

“lucas where’s your toothpaste?,” you yelled from the bathroom. you’d just finished getting your uniform on.

“i don’t know just use erica’s,” he yelled back from his room, finishing up getting dressed.

“umm how about you don’t,” erica screamed from her room.

you laughed to yourself while finally finding the toothpaste in the cabinet behind the mirror.

“i need to use the mirror,” lucas said opening the door to the bathroom.

“can you knock? i could’ve been naked,” you exclaimed.

“well good thing you weren’t, now mirror.”

“if you couldn’t tell it’s sorta occupied right now.”

“well…”

“just stand behind me, you’re tall as fuck.”

“ok whatever”

you continued brushing your teeth while lucas stood behind you looking in the mirror combing his hair.

“you know, i’m kinda getting tired off this flat top,” you said, spitting in the sink.

“well, i love it,” he started, “and so do the ladies,” he whispered in your ear.

“shut up,” you said as you pushed his face away.

from freshman year to now lucas was right, he had become a lot more popular with the “ladies”. girls were always asking you to set them up with him. and of course you never did. lucas didn’t need a girl like them anyways. but that didn’t stop them from hooking up after games and what not. it always irritated you and you weren’t sure why. you were so curious as to what was so great about hooking up with lucas but surely you could never cross that line, i mean you guys were best friends. but god if you could.

you bent over the sink to reach the tap to rinse the toothpaste out of your mouth. forgetting he was behind you, you suddenly felt lucas pressed against your ass. and the sinclair’s bathroom was small, as in only room for about two people and lucas being 5’ 10” pretty much took up about seventy five percent of that space, meaning you had basically pinned him against the wall behind you.

“shit,” he cursed from behind you, meeting your eyes in the mirror.

“oh relax, i’m almost done rinsing gimme a second,” you responded after spitting the water out of your mouth.

you were in your skirt already which didn’t really help lucas in keeping calm. the skirt was hiked up to reveal the curves of your ass, which was pressing directly on his cock. you could feel him moving behind you, trying to shimmy out which somehow only made it worse as you began to feel his erection grow against your ass. you spit out your last bit of water, quickly standing up and turning to face him.

“all done,” you quickly exclaimed, looking lucas dead in the eye, sure to not glance anywhere else.

“yep all done, ok well i need to piss so bye,” he said hurriedly as he guided you out the door, but not before you saw his hand over his crotch.

after he closed the door in your face you readjusted your skirt and headed back into his room to grab your bag. what in the hell just happened you thought to yourself.

“lucas i’m downstairs whenever you’re done,” you yelled on your way down the stairs.

“ok,” he shouted back.

after what seemed like forever lucas finally came downstairs so you guys could leave.

you guys said bye to his parents as they wished you good luck.

and god did you need it for this car ride.

the two of you got to hawkins high is what seemed like an eternity of silence and background breathing, you didn’t say much after the bathroom incident and neither did he.

with the clock running out we’d won the game and would be moving on to the championship game next friday. everyone was ecstatic, the boys going crazy, the crowd hyping them up, and of course the cheerleaders fawning over the players. everyone decided to head over to benny’s for an after game party and naturally you followed along. you stood outside your car waiting for lucas for like twenty minutes before just asking if anyone had seen him.

“hey patrick,” you called out, “have you seen lucas anywhere, we were gonna ride over to benny’s together.”

“i saw him get in the car with chrissy and some of the other guys, pretty sure he already left,” patrick answered.

“oh, well thanks, see you,” you answered getting into your car.

weird that he didn’t come out to the car to ride with you to benny’s and even fucking weirder that he went with a girl on the squad like you’re not the goddamn captain. least he could’ve done was let you know but whatever. you’d see him at the party.

you arrived at the party shortly after the main crowd of people, strolling through the door to assess the scene. the music was already on, practically blasting, and people had already taken their spots on the couch or talking by the wall. you saw some boys filling their cups with beer from the keg , some girls watching and basically drooling over them, while others mixed concoctions with the drinks set out on the island. and them you spotted lucas. standing between chrissy’s legs as she sat of the kitchen counter, flirting with her.

“oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you muttered under your breath walking over to them.

“hey chrissy i’m gonna have to steal lucas for a second, hope you dont mind,” you said obnoxiously, grabbing lucas’s hand and leading him into the backroom and shutting the door.

“um, what the fuck,” lucas asked.

“don’t ‘what the fuck’ me,” you scoffed, “‘what the fuck’ yourself. i waited outside for you and you couldn’t even let me know you were getting a ride with someone.”

“well, i’m sorry alright, i just got distracted,” he shrugged.

“distracted? you mean flirting with her right?”

“don’t be like that.”

“cmon lucas, chrissy? really, like you have to be joking.”

chrissy, the same girl that basically bullied you and lucas for the first two years of high school, all of a sudden wants him, give me a break.

“look what happened at your house earlier was stupid like it’s fine i don’t understand why you’re being weird.”

“well it doesn’t even matter because i wasn’t even affected by it or whatever. that’s disgusting.”

“oh so i’m disgusting?” you questioned.

“no i just wasn’t turned on or whatever,” he answered, avoiding eye contact.

“so you weren’t turned on or whatever,” you started as you walked closer to him, “because i’m disgusting.”

walking backwards away from you he responded, “no, that’s not it i’m just not, you know, i’m tryna get at chrissy tonight.”

“oh bullshit, you’ve been acting weird since your house. and spare me the ‘not- not- not’ because i literally felt your dick earlier.”

while backing up lucas suddenly felt the back of a chair and ended up sitting in it, now looking up at you.

“bull,” he refuted shakily.

“oh really,” you asked.

“yep.”

“ok so when i do this,” you said as you began to kneel in between his legs, resting your forearms on his thighs,“ you don’t feel anything.”

“mhmm,” he hummed nervously, now looking down at you with wide eyes.

“and if i do this,” while you palmed his dick over his sweats,” “your still not ‘you know’,” you mocked.

lucas let out a stifled gasp as you began to palm his growing length. he felt his boxers becoming tighter and tighter in his sweatpants as you continued palming him.

“what about this?” you asked, reaching into his sweats and boxers and pulling out his cock, “this okay?”

looking down at you he nodded, ready for you to keep going.

you could hear his stifled groans as you worked your hand around his cock, firmly up and down making him squirm under your touch. you placed a little kiss on his tip, causing him to shudder under your touch.

“oh my god,” he gasped.

you wrapped your lips around his cock, swirling your tongue around the head and applying pressure along the tip. while looking up at him you started to slowly bob your head up and down on his dick, stroking whatever didn’t fit. at this point he couldn’t even stay still under you. you felt him bucking his hips, trying to push his dick farther into your mouth. increasing your speed he was getting closer and closer to finishing.

“shit, i’m gonna cum,” lucas groaned.

you took his words as encouragement as you increased your bobbing more to the point where he became a trembling, moaning mess. then suddenly you just stopped, standing up off your knees to look down at him. lucas looked like he was going through the five stages of grief, with his mouth wide open and dick still out.

“best to stop now you know, since i’m disgusting and don’t turn you on,” you said turning around to leave.

lucas got up after you, shoving his hard dick back into his pants, “hey so you’re just gonna leave me like this, i can’t go back out there.”

turning around briefly you answered, “yep,” then continued towards the door.

as you opened the door slightly you felt lucas’s hand push it closed above you.

“fine, you wanna know the truth? i’ve been acting weird and tryna get at chrissy because i can’t stop thinking about you,” he said.

he moved closer to you, pressing up against your ass shyly, “you’re my best friend, and i can’t stop fucking thinking about you.”

“cant stop thinking about your ass,” he whispered, hands trailing up your legs tracing the curve of your ass, “and god knows that uniform doesn’t help.”

your breath hitched as you felt his cold hands on your ass, the feeling was rough but lucas moved slow, almost unsure of his movement.

“cant stop thinking about your tits,” he continued, hands moving under your shirt to need and tease your boobs.

you braced your hands on the door in front of you, struggling to keep yourself upright due to sudden vibrations you felt to your core as he played with your nipples pinching them light between his fingers and massaging them. your moaned lightly, trying to stifle it but lucas had already heard. you could basically feel him smirking behind you.

“shut up,” you choked out as he stayed focused on your tits.

you gasped as he suddenly turned you around to face him, trapping you against the door between his two arms.

“and that mouth, fuck, i’ve thought about it,” he said while trailing his fingers up your neck.

he raised his two fingers, tracing the outline of your lips, still plump from around his cock. he slowly pushed them through your lips into your mouth. you sucked on his fingers, lubricating them for what you could only hope he’d use them for. he groaned as you circled you tongue around his fingers, no doubt thinking about moments earlier when his cock was in your mouth.

his fingers left your mouth, traveling under your skirt to the place where you’d been aching this whole time. you watched him intently, having waited for this moment for so long. moving your underwear to the side he slide his fingers through your folds.

“oh my god,” you gasped, almost shocked from the feeling.

he continued, this time pushing his fingers in side of you slowly. you stopped breathing, holding your breath as you took lucas’s fingers inside you. the inside you clenched around his fingers, pulsating at the new, incredible feeling. you moaned as your head rolled back, resting it on the door.

he now started to rock his finger in and out of you, curling them at a angle, pushing them against the roof of your cunt. you couldn’t stop the moans and profanities from slipping out of your mouth.

“fuck, lucas oh my god,” you breathed heavily, struggling to keep yourself standing.

you grabbed lucas’s shoulders pulling his body closer to you, using him as support to keep yourself from falling. you laced your fingers together behind his neck, looking into his eyes as he rapidly rushed his fingers in and out of you, bringing you closer and closer to finishing. he watched your face, studying how you were feeling, if he couldn’t see it he sure could hear it.

“you wanna know what else i cant stop thinking about,” he whispered.

“mhmm,” you moaned, nodding.

and suddenly you felt his lips on yours, colliding with such force you nearly slammed against the door but lucas’s hand braced the surface. the kiss was hungry from both sides. you immediately melted into it, lips molding with his as his tongue slipped into your mouth as you moaned. taking the moment of opportunity to take control of kiss. you responded by biting his bottom lip, holding it out before catching it again between your own. he groaned at the feeling, the slight pain followed directly by pleasure.

while still distracted by the kids, you felt him react as he changed the pace at which he was fingering you. he began to increase his movements, his fingers moving faster in and out of you. you could see his arm flexing as he moved faster and if was enough to make you even wetter if possible. next you felt him raising your leg, holding it under the knee, and placing it at his waist. this new position allowed for him to hit inside you at a whole new, sweeter spot.

“luc- lucas i’m gonna cum,” you gasped, the new feeling completely overwhelming you. the only reason you were still upright was due to lucas’s grip on your leg as well as your grip around his neck.

he pulls away from the kiss, watching as you unraveled before him, “go ahead, show me what i know you’ve been thinking about.”

just as you were about to make another witty remark you felt your orgasm completely rip through you, you gasped loudly feeling your legs shake with pleasure as lucas rode you through your high. you clenched around his fingers breathing heavily, moaning his name and a string of profanities.

once you were finally done, you collapsed your head on lucas’s chest, completely exhausted from the heart wrenching orgasm he gave you. he slowly lowered your leg back to the ground, having to grab your waist to keep you standing. god he’d never let you live this down.

“so,” he said, looking down at you.

you brought your head up off his chest, “so.”

#stranger things #stranger things4 #lucas sinclair x you #lucas sinclair smut #stranger things smut #lucas sinclair x reader #lucas sinclair #cheerleader

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agoodfictitle-shadowban · 2 years

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The Fate You Fight - Pt. 2

Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader

Word Count: 5,8k

[TFYF Masterlist]

Tags: soulmate AU, telephatic link soulmate, architect!reader, jewish!Wanda, post-MoM, hurt/comfort, no proofreading

Warnings: mention of abuse, description of violence, language

Summary: You never wanted anything to do with your soulmate, but when you find her in an advanced state of distress you had to help. After that, it becomes hard to let her go.

A/n: it is way too early for my brain to work in any capacity or form i just wanna qleep but anxiety be anxious. ALSO I love yall guys, every one of you, especially the one who take the time to comment (i see you)

Taglist: @red1culous

As you promised you showed up the next morning with clean clothes for Wanda and a bag to put in all of her stuff plus what you bought for her.

Packing everything was fast, and before you knew it, you were sitting in your car to bring her to your place. The ride was silent but not as tense as you thought it would be. You arrived and opened the door for her. The place you rented was pretty nice, it was nothing incredibly big or fancy but it was enough for the three of you - Anath, her soulmate Jamie, and yourself. You guided her to the guest bedroom, showing her the rest of the apartment on the way. She took it all in stride and you put down the bag with her stuff at the end of the bed on which you put fresh linen yesterday.

"Here you go. Make yourself at home." She looked around the room, following the line in the wood of the dresser as she walked. "We can go buy you some clothes too, if you want." You took a look at her. She looked adorable in your clothes, but you were sure it must be uncomfortable for her.

She sat on the side of the bed, testing how firm it was, and she nodded in agreement at your proposition before she thought too much about it, and it made you smile.

"Okay, great. We can go as soon as you're ready."

This earned you a small smile this time, and you left the room so she could put her things out. You noticed Jamie had left their room, still in pajamas, and was making themselves some breakfast.

"Oh, hey Y/n. Did your mysterious Jane Doe settle already?" They asked when they saw you get out of the room.

"She's doing it right now. I'm giving her space." As you talked you could smell the pancakes calling you. They took out two more plates alongside theirs. "Going all out I see."

They juggled with the pancake pan and another one for bacon and eggs. "Nothing beats an American breakfast after a stay at the hospital."

"You know she can't eat too much yet."

"Mhm." They kept going and you noticed them actually making small foods for one of the plates, like a mini-breakfast.

You snickered. "She's not a child."

"Hey, everyone likes small food. Plus, they're special." They pointed at the smiley face in the pancakes. It was also on the bigger ones. "See."

"Unbelievable," you muttered. "Can't believe you're actually a renowned chef."

They shrugged and you walked away to your own room for a minute to put your phone to charge, and when you came back you saw Wanda looking at Jamie from her door. It was kind of adorable.

"Wanda," you called softly and she jumped a small bit. "Jamie is making breakfast, you want some?" You paused for a second. "They kind of already plated some for you," you added in a mutter.

"If they already plated it…" she answered, and you took the lead.

Before you reached the kitchen fully - where Jamie was now singing very off key - you looked at her. "What name do I give him?"

She pondered the question. "Wanda is fine."

That was a good sign, you thought. Or maybe you were reading into things. Still, when you reached the kitchen again, you introduced them to each other.

"Wanda, huh. Nice name." They put the plates on the dinner table that was close to the kitchen.

She shrugged at that and simply sat down where she was indicated to. You took the seat next to her and Jamie sat across from you. Your friend's soulmate had always been a chatty person, and today seemed like it wasn't going to be an exception. That is until you heard Wanda's voice.

"I can't eat those," she said, pointing at the pancakes. "There are smiles on them."

Your eyes went wide and you had to bite your lip hard not to laugh. You were in no way, shape or form, expecting her to react like that to the smiling pancakes.

"It's okay, it's because they're happy to be eaten," Jamie answered and it was getting progressively harder to keep your laugh in when Wanda narrowed her eyes at them. She seemed to accept the answer because right after she was eating.

You spent breakfast talking with the cook while Wanda was content listening. Jamie had tried getting her to engage, but she just continued her trend of not talking or only very briefly. They quickly understood she wanted to be left alone and accepted it in stride, before you finished breakfast and you helped with the plates. As you put them in the sink, you turned to Wanda.

"Do you want to go for clothes today or tomorrow, if you need to rest?"

"Today is good."

That was fine by you, so when you finished getting everything cleaned you went shopping with her. It was clear that any crowded place was going to be hard for her to deal with so you were careful about where you went, even if it meant paying a higher price.

It didn't take you that long out there, even when you stopped to buy her a phone too, and you grabbed lunch on the way back. Once you got home, you put the food down and brought the clothes to her room. Upon entering, you noticed the bear on the bed and arched an eyebrow, a smirk forming on your lips. You turned on your heels to look at her with a mischievous spark in your eyes, but before you could open your mouth she sent you a stare. It made you falter, but also, you had to comment on that.

"Don't," she stopped you in your tracks. You crossed your arms and pouted, but she simply walked past you in order to put the new clothes in the dresser.

"So I can't even make jokes aloud now?" You complained, sitting on the bed to watch her tidy - or more like watch her back.

"I guess not," she said flatly. You tilted your head on the side, trying to get a better view of her. You were proud to notice her cheeks' coloration.

You held in a chuckle, and ignored the warm feeling in your chest. "Okay, then I guess it's fine if I borrow it for tonight?" You asked, already laying on the bed and stretching your arm to grab the fuzzy plushie. That was enough provocation for her to turn around and use her magic to put it away from you. You looked at her, mouth agape.

"Mhm," she shook her head, and you gave up, both on stealing the plushie and on teasing her.

"Okay, fair enough I guess. Can we go eat now?"

She answered you by closing the drawer and walking to where you left the food. You enjoyed the takeout in silence and when the afternoon rolled in, you grabbed your laptop to start working. Wanda wandered around the apartment a bit before she decided to settle on a book to read, and you co-existed peacefully like this for a few hours.

"I'm going to need to go to the office tomorrow morning," you told her at some point, your eyes fixed on your screen, and your head hurt when you caught an influx of her thoughts. There was panic, sadness, and fear, and something dark that didn't quite feel like the voice you were starting to know - even if you had troubles hearing her clearly like you did the first time you met her. But despite all that, her answer remained short.

"Okay." She turned the page of her book and you looked up at her, wondering if you should add something.

"Jamie will be there in the morning, and I'll be back for lunch. And if anything bad happens… Just call me. Okay?"

You waited for a reaction on her part, anything to make sure she would be fine. She did seem to relax in the armchair she was curled up in, and nodded. Good.

You went back to work while Wanda's reading kept getting interrupted by thoughts. She mainly wondered how you managed to have her rely on you so much in so little time, and if she could truly trust you. Memories flooded her of everything that happened in Westview. Of what she did after. She closed her eyes, her breathing getting harder and harder. It was like there was a weight compressing her lungs on her chest, and she had no idea how to deal with them. You started to notice a few seconds in and before your brain could really comprehend what was happening, you were by her side, a hand on her knee as you squatted next to her seat.

"Hey, Wanda, look at me." She opened her eyes, vision blurry with tears, but a jarring deep red for you. "What's happening? Talk to me."

But she couldn't talk, there wasn't enough air around her. She was going to die like a fish out of water, and after everything she'd done, she wondered if it weren't better. But she still remembered your note and the crossed out words, and that kept the bad thoughts on their toes for now as you were looking her in the eyes, giving her far away instructions.

Some of her memories and thoughts hit you deep, but you forced them out for now. "Breathe in. Now count down to ten, and exhale. Yes, that's good, again…" you breathed with her, making sure to exaggerate the motion of breathing in and out for her to follow. And it worked. Slowly but surely, she calmed down and was able to breathe normally again.

"Seems like you got a panic attack," you told her. "I used to have them all the time when I was a kid." The explanation of your knowledge only made her tilt her head, so naturally, you gave her more. "My dad used to hit my mother, and I could always see the signs of it coming. My mom, she sent me to my room to protect me, but I would start to panic and just…" you gestured vaguely to her as if to show what had just happened.

She looked at you with a sadness that was different than her usual, and you understood it was directed at you. Her empathy made you look away almost in shame of your admission. You rarely talked about it ever, but she thought it would help her, or at least distract her. Now you weren't so sure.

"Thank you," she said, and it made you feel better immediately. "For sharing."

You offered a small smile and squeezed her knee before you stood up. After squatting for so long blood finally flew back freely to your legs and you let out a groan at the sudden pain.

You had a very awkward walk back to your place on the couch, but it was one that tugged on Wanda's lips. That made it strangely okay with you.

Wanda got very little sleep her first night in her new room. It all felt too comfortable, too homey, and she was strangely perturbed by the smell of your detergent on the linens. She found herself startled by a very intrusive thought: what if she went to sleep in your room? She caught herself thinking about it, thinking of sleeping next to you, or in your arms. You had been so kind to her, and she had to admit that it felt nice. The last time she felt cared for in this capacity was with Vision. As she thought of her husband, she wondered what he would think of all this, of how low she had fallen. He would have disapproved for sure, maybe he wouldn't have been able to truly understand. He always had been this way, so straight in his boots. Would you understand her? Would you be able to look at her knowing everything she'd done? This questions haunted her, but she had no way to know the answer.

What if she looked for them directly in your head? Something in her whispered. She could make you hers in the snap of a finger, kill any doubt in your mind. You didn't need to have a choice.

She shut down the voice as hard as she could. She refused to take anyone's choice away ever again. If she were to live instead of wasting away, she couldn' keep hurting people for her own selfish interests.

She grabbed the bear tightly in her arms and imagine your soothing mind voice reading in her head. Eventually, it was enough to soothe her, and she fell asleep.

She heard you leave for work in the early morning. It actually woke her up, and the thought of trying to get back to sleep was a haunting one, so she got up. She paced the apartment like a cat trying to get aquainted with its territory. More than once she stopped in front of your door. She wondered how mad you would be if she went in just to have a little look around. After the seventh time, she went back to her room to grab a book, any book, to try and distract herself. It worked well enough, and mainly long enough for Jamie to appear again, sleep on their face when they emerged from the room.

"Good morning young lady," they said, and Wanda arched an eyebrow. She was fairly certain that she was older than them. Still, she said nothing. "Any wish for breakfast? I was thinking fruit salad, toasts, greek yogurt and… strawberry jam?" They almost asked, like they were trying to guess something.

Wanda simply shrugged. She had completely forgotten about breakfast, so anything would work for her. Jamie took that as a yes and started working in the kitchen.

"You think you could tell me your favourite foods?" They asked in the middle of cutting some mango. "It's kind of the first thing i asked when I heard you were going to live with us, but Y/n didn't know."

She vaguely remembered you asking her about it on your way here. Now, she felt bad for ignoring the question.

"Paprikash," was all she could provide right now. It was always the first one that came to mind.

"That's a good one." They put the cut fruit in a salade bowl. "I'll make some when you work up a bigger appetite, this way you can enjoy it better. I actually was thinking of making a Wanda dish of the week. So you feel more welcolmed here."

She looked at the cook and blinked a few times. They were very different from both you and Anath - even if she didn't see a lot of the latter. They reminded her of Pietro somewhat, always ready to make new friends and have a good time before they got roped up in the whole Hydra business. She wanted to cry just thinking of him, but managed to hold back her tears.

They failed to notice the sudden distress, busy rambling about food they liked and that maybe Wanda would like too. She managed to calm down enough to be able to join the table for her reduced portion of food, thanking them in a small voice. They offered a smile and kept talking, offering Wanda a very lively one sided conversation, something that right now she was very happy to have.

Work had been a hassle this morning. You loved what you were doing - architecture was your passion after all - but you hated when you had to go meeting to meeting, having to deal with some very insufferable clients that didn't understand the law of physics or what materials to use in what condition. That transpired into lunch, and you sent a quick message in Wanda's direction, hoping she would be fine alone. When you finally left the office, it was two in the afternoon and you rushed home. When you arrived you were relieved to not only find everything in order, but also to see Wanda simply sitting on the couch in her pajamas, a plaid on her laps, watching some old black and white sitcom. She barely reacted when you came in and simply grabbed some popcorn to eat, and you smiled at the image. She might not have been in a great mental state, but apparently she had decided to at least try living a little bit.

"Hey, sorry, the client kept being… well, a client," you finished your sentence like it was self-explanatory. "How have you been?"

You left your coat on the rack and your keys on the plate near the entrance, coming to the living room. You let yourself fall on the other side of the couch, Wanda following with her eyes. Her answer consisted of a shrug, which was on brand with her.

"Have you eaten?" She pointed to the popcorn with her chin, her eyes back to the screen in front of her. "Beside the popcorn?" Wanda looked away, and that's all you needed to know. "Okay, I'll make you a small sandwich."

You stood up again and walked to the kitchen. It took you very little time to make a sandwich, plus one for you with some fruits and some cut cucumber. When you put it on the living room table she eyed it and went for some of the cucumber. You had a small smile, content that she ate at all.

Looking at her you could only smile warmly. Your instincts were screaming at you to get closer to her, maybe cuddle, or something like that. That's when you felt something tap you in the thigh. You looked down and saw Wanda's foot.

"You're loud. I'm trying to watch tv," she said and you snickered, making her arch her eyebrows.

"Sorry, sorry, I'll… think less?"

"Watch the show, it's good," she advised, and you took it, focusing on the tv. It was still good to see Wanda talk and be there.

The night was deep, the barely visible moon high in the sky, when Wanda awoke, eyes red and glowing in the darkness. Tears filled her eyes as she realized the reality she was in, her breath ragged with sorrow as she sat up and gripped her head between her arms and hands, sobs shaking her body weakly. She startled when she felt a hand on her shoulder and pushed it off with a slap.

"Don't touch me!" She screamed and a wave of energy surged from her, hitting you straight into the wall of the room. A groan came out of you under the pain and she snapped her eyes open. "Oh god, Y/n! I'm so sorry!"

She scrambled to her feet and kneeled next to you as you leaned against the wall, trying to stand up but you only saw stars. The noise attracted your roommates who rushed in the room, turning on the lights.

"Y/n? What happened?!" Anath came closer to you when you finally managed to get up against the wall.

"It's nothing, I'm fine," you tried to cover but Wanda shook her head, tears flowing down her cheeks.

"No, I– it's my fault, my magic surged and it pushed her. It's my fault, I'm so sorry," she cried.

Anath and Jamie looked at you both, Jamie snapping out if it first. "An', hon, why don't you take a look at Y/n?" She nodded and put her arm under yours to guide you to the living room.

Wanda followed you with her gaze, how could she have hurt you? You had been so good to her. She tried to follow after you, but Jamie kept her from doing so. "Let Anath take care of her, she'll be fine."

"But what if she's not? What if–"

They gently brought her to the bed to sit her down. "No what ifs, it only makes things worse. And she's a tough cookie, she'll be okay."

"What if–" they lifted a finger. "She hit the wall hard."

"She'll be fine," Anath said from the door. "She might have a few bruises tomorrow, but nothing terrible. I gave her some paracetamol and sent her back to bed."

"See, just as I told you!" Jamie said to Wanda and they patted her back. She didn't answer but nodded, and they took it as a sign that she was okay.

"Let's all go back to bed," Anath ordered in her doctor voice, which was very different from her normal everyday voice, Wanda had noticed. "You too, Wanda. You need the rest."

Her eyes still red from crying, she looked as Jamie and Anath left, the former offering her a reassuring smile. Once they disappeared, she laid down back on her bed, but sleep proved elusive.

She was quick to leave her bed again and walk around the apartment, stopping in front of your door from time to time. She just wanted to check on you, make sure you truly were okay. She was desperate, actually. Just taking one peek wouldn't hurt. It would help.

The door barely squeaked when she opened it and she could see you lying there, so still, and anxiety flared up. Were you truly alright? She had to make sure, so slowly, she walked closer to you. She would just check if you were still breathing, nothing more. Once she was close enough, she extended her hand to go under your nose. There. She could feel you breathe against her fingers, and immediately her anxiety started to go down.

"Come on Wands, you're being creepy," you mumbled. "And very loud, too…"

She moved her hand back hurriedly and hid both under her arms. You opened one eye and made some space in your bed.

"Come on. Jump in so we can sleep."

She frowned at that. "I hurt you… I can't…"

"You didn't mean to." You were still sleepy, but the feeling was starting to slip from your fingers like water.

"It doesn't matter." You crawled back closer and took her hand, pulling her on the bed. It was easy to do since she was light as a feather. She fell on the bed, trying to hold up on her knee and hand. "What are you doing?!" She yelled-whisper at you.

"Making you understand I don't care. Accident happens, but if you keep me awake, that I won't forgive," you growled, and that was enough for her to simply let go and lay next to you. You adjusted your position as she did hers, and soon you were standing each on one side of the bed. You let go of her hand to turn your back to her, ready to sleep again. You felt her move again, and soon warmth spread in your back. If you had been more awake, your breath would have itched in your throat, but right now you only wanted sleep.

It overtook you before you could think of anything else, and Wanda followed.

The next morning when the sun pierced your windows, you tried to move around but quickly realized you were trapped in Wanda. Her arms and legs wrapped around you and kept you from moving away. You didn't even realize that this happened during the night, and strangely you barely minded. Still, you weren't one to stay still even in bed, so you needed to find a way to move around. With limited movements at your disposition, you settled for the soft way, gently brushing your fingers along Wanda's arm and hand, to her fingertips.

"Hey, Wanda?" You whispered, and it seemed to work as she wiggled behind you. "Could you relax a little?"

"Huh?" She sleepily questioned until she realized how tight she was holding you, and the fact that she was holding you. "Oh…"

You were finally free - and maybe a bit sad about it, but you shelved that thought for another time - and turned around to look at the witch. "You feeling okay this morning, Witchy?"

The nickname had her frowning and you pinched your lips not to laugh. "Don't call me that."

"What if I want to tease you?" You poked the end of her nose and she scrunched it up before rolling away.

"How are you so chipper in the morning?" She complained.

"Well, I slept great." You scooted closer. "Despite the koala clinging onto me. Maybe that should be your nickname."

She turned around to look at you with what looked like annoyance, but there was something soft in her eyes, and that was what made you want to tease her some more.

"Don't," she warned you with a tilt of the head.

You put your hands up in innocence. "I didn't do anything."

"I can hear you think."

You laughed and turned your back. "Okay, okay."

You could still feel her eyes on you while the ceiling seemed very interesting right now, nothing to do with what looking at her made you feel.

"Is that why you came to visit me in the night?" She asked in a small, shy voice.

"Hm?"

"Did you hear me?"

Ah. "Yeah. Woke me up, actually."

"I'm sorry." She turned away from you this time, making herself small, hugging herself. This broke your heart.

"You keep apologizing like it's your fault."

"I'm a nuisance. I keep hurting you. Taking your time. That's all I'm good for," she whispered and you would have missed it if it weren't for your telepathic link. You wondered what had happened for her to fall so low, but once again, not a priority right now.

"Yeah, you've hurt me, by accident. But for the rest? I'm giving you my time freely, and that means you're not a nuisance." Very slowly you moved closer. "And you know, where you are right now, no matter if you think you can't get better… you can. You will."

This felt so flat to say, but you'd never been good when it came to reassuring people, to make them feel better. You actually remembered specifically accidentally making it worse once when you were a kid.

"Don't say that, you don't know me."

Very, very carefully, your hand came into contact with her back. Her back felt warm through the clothes.

"No, but I remember when you saved my life. You came and you told me how heroic I'd been, but I didn't feel that way at all. I felt like a scared idiot. And when I look back, I think of how much you were the true hero. Not only did you save my life, but you checked on me after just to assure me I was safe. And that takes a good person."

"I'm not that person anymore." She started to remax against your touch, so still taking your time, you wrapped your arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

"I disagree. Don't get me wrong, you're very different, but this kind of desire to do good, it never goes away."

"I think it did." She thought about America, and those she killed in the other universe. All the bodies she left in her wake to get her boys back. Her boys who were terrified of her in the end. Just thinking about it broke her heart all over again, and she sobbed. You held tighter onto her.

"Do you want it back?"

She nodded and you had to fight not to let her emotions take over yours. "I want everything back."

"Then start with that. Be good to others. Be good to yourself. And see where you get from there."

She turned around and hid her face against you. Her tears soaked right through your shirt, and you couldn't care less. Your throat tightened so much and a few tears did escape your eyes. All of her feelings were so overwhelming that it was a wonder she could still stand up, and the state you found her in made so much sense. Anyone who felt the way she did would collapse under the waves of pain and burden.

It only proved how strong she truly was.

Luckily, it was the week-end. This meant no work, no getting up early, just good old rest and quality time with Wanda and your friends. Who actually left for the week-end for a romantic getaway. That made sense. They rarely had the same days off, so they had to enjoy the time they had together. It also allowed you to relax while Wanda clinged to you, knowing you wouldn't get teased by Jamie. They weren't as subtle as Anath when it came to your aversion to the whole soulmate thing. They weren't as subtle about a lot of things, to be fair. You were still glad they couldn't see you on the couch with Wanda next to you, her head on your shoulder, and your arm around her - it was just more comfortable.

"You want pizza for lunch?" You asked her at some point and she frowned, looking at you from her spot on your shoulder. "What?"

"I've never seen you cook," she commented.

"... because I don't cook. Last time I tried I got a visit from the fire department."

She actually backed off to take a better look at you, leaving you slightly cold.

"I'm cooking today." Why did this feel vaguely threatening?

"I definitely won't fight you on this one," you mumbled.

"Good." And she settled back to watch the sitcom she chose - something less dated than last time.

You finished two more episodes before she started cooking, and you joined her in the kitchen to look at her. She seemed to know her way around a kitchen, a lot more than you at least - not a very hard feat, but still. It was probably the first time since you found her that she seemed at ease with herself and what she was doing. It made you smile, especially when she slapped your hand when you tried to steal some pepper bell slices.

"How violent," you complained with a laugh.

She arched an eyebrow and you just laughed some more until she graciously offered you one strip. "Thank you." You winked at her.

As you were enjoying the crunch of your vegetable, Wanda glanced at you briefly.

"Did you know it was me when we met the first time?" She asked, and you almost choked. That came out of left field.

You coughed a few times and finally you shook your head. "Did you?"

"No, I… My powers allow me to hear people's thoughts. When I heard yours, I just… I assumed it was just another one from people who were bad at filtering their thoughts."

That explained a lot. There was a lulling silence, loaded with hesitation, before Wanda talked again.

"Did you ever look for me?"

You looked down, a feeling of shame washing over you. "No, never. I kind of assumed my soulmate wasn't interested either, since they didn't manifest themselves at the time. Now I know better."

You felt anger emanating from Wanda and dying down as fast as it came, replaced by a desire to understand. "Was it the only reason really…?" There was a note of desperation in her voice.

"No, no, it wasn't," you admitted. You owed her the truth, or so you thought. "I told you my dad used to beat my mom, right?"

She nodded and you licked your lips, looking for words.

"They were soulmates." She looked shocked. She heard whispers about this kind of thing happening, but most of the time it wasn't spoken of. Laws were bad on this too. "I… I guess it kind of made me think that if the person who was supposed to love you no matter what could be such a piece of shit, then it wasn't worth it. Why trust Fate if it's going to give you a shitty hand? I just hated the idea of my choice being taken away from me if I had no guarantee I'd get something good." You let out a deep sigh. "I don't know if it makes sense. At the time it did."

"How about now?"

You shrugged. "I still want to be able to choose, I think."

This was something she could understand after so many of her choices were stolen from her over the years.

Would you choose me, she thought, and you heard it loud and clear. Yet, she kept it to herself, and you decided to do the same out of respect since if she wanted to ask, she would.

"You're not mad?" You dared to ask.

"Sometimes I am. But I understand why you would do that." She resumed her cooking - not that she ever fully stopped, and you admired her for a brief moment of clarity.

"Thank you."

With a glance, she threw a simple "don't", and that was the end of the conversation.

When the time to go to bed was upon you, you both got ready together, brushing your teeths last and standing in front of your respective doors. You looked at each other for a bit, before you pointed to you bedroom door.

"Well, that's goodnight, I guess," you said as you scratched the back of your neck.

"Yes, it is," Wanda confirmed, but neither of you moved to go.

You rocked on the ball of your feet. "You want to…?"

She nodded enthusiastically, not waiting for you to finish your sentence before she went past you directly to your room. And your bed. As soon as she was in there, she dived under the blanket and started making herself into a burrito.

"Hey! If you want to stay, you have to share!"

You came after her, climbing in bed and trying to retrieve some of the blanket. She held tight, a mischievous smile on her lips. Oh god, she was way too adorable for your own good.

"It's mine now."

"Oh, if that's how it's gonna be, then I'll just have to freeze out in the open." You pouted, and she seemed to give it a thought.

"I'll let you in if you read for me."

You opened your mouth before surprise hit you at her statement. "What?"

A shrug. Apparently she was done negotiating. It was time for you to surrender, and you got up to grab a book. "Get the lamp please," you said as you turned the main light off before sitting against your headboard. Wanda freed some of the blanket for you and she came closer, too. You opened the book and started reading, feeling her move closer and settle against you as the words flowed from the pages to Wanda through your voice.

It only took a few pages for her to completely sink into you and fall asleep. You set the book on your side table and glanced at her one last time before you turned off the light, settling in sleep in turn.

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oceanbaby888 · 2 years

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What Were You Supposed to Learn this Past SuperMoon in Capricorn: PAC ♑️ 🌕✨🦋🔥

Don't steal my shit bitch. Get yo own cards and do yo own reading hoe.

Hey yall!! We about to do some messages for this past full moon in Capricorn!! I realized this is my third written PAC and I want to make sure yall getting yall messages okay honey!! Saturn always bringing something and half the time I don't want it but I'll take it. And also since this SuperMoon was also conjunct Pluto, I know there was alot of emotional upheaval. Yet, I hope it helped you on your journey. I know it did for me as yesterday I was feeling wild myself. So let's go with the pile selection and the rules:

1. It's okay if it doesn't resonate. It may not be time or it may not just be for you. Please feel free to pick another pile. 2. Remember to breathe and have a clear mind when you pick your pile. 3. Tips are appreciated at $DellyRelly 4. This reading is for entertainment purposes only! 5. Readings from TarotLadyTalks (aka Oceanbaby888 aka The Baddest Bitch) is coming THIS WEEKEND ON JULY 16! GET A BOOKING BECAUSE I DON'T KEEP THEM HIGH!!

Pile 1: Frank Ocean

Pile 2: Brent Faiyaz

Pile 3: Giveon

Pile 1:

Cards: A personal issue reaches resolution--Adjustments are required--8 of Pentacles--2 of Swords--Page of Swords--5 of Swords

Pile 1 we are learning how to navigate after the storm. You may have recently found clarity about a certain issue in your life and now it is time for you to adjust and move accordingly. And it is supported with the 2 of Swords being here as well. With the 8 of Pentacles this situation could have been deeply complex, mental, & social since we have all the other cards as swords here. This Supermoon being in Capricorn (since Saturn loves to give us challenges lol) may have challenged you to respond to this situation with alot more maturity than you realize. I feel like with the Page of Swords and 5 of Swords being here this situation or relationship (doesn't have to be limited to romantic) is testing your mental maturity. You can either respond childishly or look at it from a different angle and adjust mentally to understand how can you respond better to this situation, especially if this situation has been built up overtime. For some of yall I hear that this is at your job as well. This SuperMoon is asking you to learn how to detach more from your feelings and first impulse of how you would respond and take your time and transverse this situation and its aftereffects carefully, especially if this situation is social. When I say social I mean it involves alot of people. With this 2 of swords you are at a fork in the road. Think long term about the way you respond. Yes, it's gonna suck and even hurt you got to put your pride to the side, but now that this situation has some more clarity and you have more answers, that doesn't mean you get to gloat too hard because the whole situation isn't complete. Now, it is time for you to learn that yes this situation has more clarity, and even in your favor, but what is the best way to logically navigate this to make sure this is a clean, fair cut and you know that you made the best logical decision no matter how you look at it? This kind of mentality may help you more in the long run than just resorting to caressing your ego. Yes, I love to be petty myself, but your Guides are like "No sir/mam, this is serious and we gotta be adults about how to handle this situation." So if you didn't experience/catch this yesterday Pile 1, I hope you did now! Thank you for reading and let me know your thoughts! If you wanna dive deeper into how to transverse this and stretch your craninum, hit me up at my Store on Miiriya on Saturday, 7/16! We getting it together and doing better over here yesss mammmm/sirrrrrr! Cards:

Pile 2:

Cards: Surrender to the Divine--Step out of your Comfort Zone--Show the World the real you--7 of Swords--King of Wands--3 of Pentacles--King of Pentacles

Pile 2 I ain't gon hold you I like this energy! You got an extra oracle card and that means your Guides/Ancestors have something to say! This SuperMoon is teaching you how to really step into you! You have two Kings here. Very powerful, masculine energy. This SuperMoon you are supposed to be learning how to stop deceiving yourself and playing small with the 7 of Swords and take your power back with these two Kings here. Yes, it is terrifying to think of and even more terrifying to act on it with Step out of Your Comfort Zone, but you are protected by your Guides and Ancestors with Surrender to the Divine. You are meant to show this very confident, fiery, spunky, yet serious, diligent, and purposeful side of you! And don't worry if it sounds contradicting. We humans are not meant to see the world in black and white. We only like to because that's what our brain can handle. But Pile 2 you don't have to explain shit to nobody and that's what you're supposed to learn from this SuperMoon. With the 3 of Pentacles here I'm getting people are supposed to come to you! Take note of the person (I believe this person is an art teacher) with the gray hair guiding this student in this picture of the 3 of Pentacles. That's supposed to be you! People see your talents, your worth, your value and you need to see this too! I won't be surprised if this transit happened in your 2H. You are a stable force and a not a force to be reckoned with. People like you, THE REAL YOU! Let yourself out little by little. You don't have to turn a whole 180 if you don't feel comfortable, but if you do BITTCHHHHHHH more power to ya!! But you gotta get past this 7 of swords energy. Don't gaslight yourself anymore is what this SuperMoon is making you learn. You are a powerful motherfucker! You have not one but two kings here! You are the one and not the two!! So I hope you take that home with you after reading this screen. Go get em! If you want to reach out to me personally and dive deeper into it, my readings do open officially on Saturday, 7/16! I definitely hope to see you there Pile 2 because this is my Pile of bad bitcchessss!!

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Pile 3:

Cards: A fiery climax approaches--Hold your Vision--10 of Wands--Justice--4 of Pentacles--The World

Don't let go yet Pile 3! This SuperMoon is teaching you to have patience and understanding that patience is definitely a virtue. This SuperMoon may have tested your patience and commitment to a certain project or situation. You may have felt like throwing in the towel with this 10 of wands here and wanting to retract and possibly wallow with this four pentacles here, but hold on! This energy feels very Wheel of Fortune. It feels like after such a long time in Hermit mode (as Hermit proceeds The Wheel of Fortune & The Hermit is at a standstill most of the time), there's finally movement, action, a climax to the story! You're getting the answers you are looking for! Things are coming into balance with the Justice card here. We're wrapping things up with The World card here and there is going to be an end to the story. There's the light at the end of the tunnel. It's there!!! It's there Pile 3!! I know it was hard as fuck carrying all that stress on your back & with the 4 of pentacles you probably didn't share your troubles as much, but believe me it did not go in vain. Now, I can't say it may be the way you envisioned because unfortunately life isn't a fairytale, but the main lesson was to understand that we can only do so much and we have to rely on Divine Timing for the rest. So don't give up as The Universe will straighten things out in the way you NEED, but not always the way you WANT. That's Saturn for ya. Yet, if you want to dive deeper and know more about your particular situation and how to strengthen your patience, ya girl is available staring 7/16! See ya later!

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Thanks for tuning in! I hope yall learned, processed, and transmuted this SuperMoon. You are the most powerful being in existence, and you can change the world at your fingertips if you really think so. You just gotta work with The Universe to do it. 🌎✨💎🦋♑️

-Claude 🔥✨🌎💎❤️🦋

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hi! i was thinking if you could write an imagine of reader being rick and lori's daughter and sister to carl, rj and judith. i don't have a specific idea in mind, but just her before and after the time jump, struggling with being there when lori and carl died, and looking for rick with daryl, her relationship with her siblings and michonne, maybe maggie and hershel too (i was thinking since carl was 10 when it all started, she was 7 so now she's 17) thank you so much, and btw i loved your imagines i've read so far 💞

Being a Grimes ~ Rick Grimes x Grimes!reader

thank you so much for requesting i really enjoyed making this one. i also have a series kinda like this about Jacey Grimes which i’m currently making a book two for.

warnings: alluding to sexual assault or rape, suicide, death, gore (lemme know if i’ve missed anything off here)

sorry if there is any mistakes please tell if there is and give me feedback i’d love to here back from yall

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It was strange for y/n. This world would be strange for anyone really. But she was different. At only a mere 7 years old when the world went to shit she struggled as did many others. With the recent loss of her father - one she didn't entirely understand - still protruding through her heart, it was hard - so hard.

When it happened she was at daycare. The teaching assistant tried and successfully ate the teacher in front of her. She was next and was so close to being eaten until Shane rushed in. He kicked Ms Twune and grabbed y/n. Her mom sobbed at the sight of her, covered in blood and the tears smothering her daughters face. Carl was shocked too. He wanted nothing more than to protect his little sister. His dad always used to tell him that that was his duty - his job. And he hated how he had failed in this moment.

They made it to the quarry soon after. Y/n thought the group was nice - well mostly. The Dixon brothers scared her was what she told her brother or any of the children she had befriended. But she was lying. Yes, she was scared but only of Merle. He was creepy and mean to anyone he saw. Daryl was somewhat the same but he always found himself being nicer to the young child. And often kept her company when Lori and Shane went for a ‘walk’ in the woods. Glenn was another she found herself drawn to. He unlike Daryl happily invited her company. Glenn was sweet and funny. He never failed at making her laugh till she felt like she was going to pee. They were good friends which came to a fault when he had to go on runs. She’d scream and cry and refuse to let go of him because she was afraid that what happened to her father would happen to him.

That’s what happened earlier that morning. Glenn and a few others were going into Atlanta, despite her dismay. Glenn assured her he’d be fine, which she didn't believe and continued her tantrum.

“Can yer’ shut that damn baby up?” Merle spat covering his ears.

Shane shot him a threatening glare while Glenn stayed preoccupied with the distraught girl. “Hey, it's okay. I’m coming back,” He insisted holding her tightly at his hip, “I promise you, sweet girl.”

“No, b-b-but dada promise too a-a-and h-he,” She stopped herself, sobs erupting from her small body.

“I know sweet girl, I know. But I’ll be back I know I will.” Glenn placed her on the back of the RV, “I tell you what I’ll bring you back some of your favourite sweeties, huh? Would you like that?”

Giddily she nodded at his proposition, “Yes! Yes!”

“Alright, then I’ll bring back some for you, okay?” She nodded smiling cheerfully, “I love you, kid.”

“I luv you too, dumbass,” y/n giggled.

Glenn looked around cautiously hoping no one heard that “Hey sweet girl you can't say that.”

“W-what? Why?” the child began to cry again, “Y-y-you say it.”

“I know b-but its adult words okay? Not y/n words. When you're older, alright?” She nodded her head again kissing his cheeks softly and hugging him. “Thank you, sweet girl. I’ll see you soon,” He kissed the top of her head and started towards the car smiling as she shouted, “With sweeties!”

The group returned hours later bearing a new man instead of Merle. Y/n waited patiently for Glenn and the aforementioned sweets. "Gen!" She screamed happily still unable to say his name fully. The man sprinted over to her, pulling her into a much-needed cuddle after the day he had.

"It's Glenn, sweetheart," He chuckled while correcting.

"Oh sorry Gen," She wrapped her dainty arms around his neck.

"That's okay, sweet girl. I missed you."

"I missed you too," She whispered before letting out a longwinded 'ew', "You stinky, Gen."

The man smelt his shirt and nodded as the potent smell of walkers reached his nose. "I know yucky right?"

"Yucky!" Y/n buried her face in Glenn's shirt ignoring the stench and just enjoying his company. She always became clingy like this after coming home from a run. He loved it. On runs, if he ever encountered a life-threatening situation - like the one today - he always finds himself realising how much she means to him. Glenn saw her as a little sister - one almost replacing the ones that were cruely ripped from him when this began.

"How was it?" She inquired.

"Not fun, sweet girl. But I got your sweeties and a nice man helped us out. Saved us," She beamed.

"I like the good man. I'll give him two kisses when I see him. Maybe even one of my sweeties," Glenn chuckled.

"Why two kisses, y/n?"

"One for saving you. Two for bringing you hom," Glenn grinned contently and kissed her forehead.

"Its home bubs with an e on the end."

"Oh," She mumbled burying herself again.

"Oh my God," Someone muttered as they exited the van.

"Dad! Dad!" Carl screamed causing Glenn to snap his head in their direction. Carl came running towards the man, Rick, who had saved them in Atlanta. Y/n hadn't moved yet as she feared it was only a dream. That her dada wasn't really here.

"Sweet girl," He pulled her out of his neck, "Look it's your dad." The child gazed over to where her brother had run to. Sure enough, it was her dad. He held Carl as he cried, looking to Y/n wanting to hold her too.

"Dada!" She screamed jumping out of Glenn's arms dangerously. The girl scraped her knee on the way down but continued throwing herself into the hug.

"Oh, Carl! Y/n!" She kissed all over his face childishly, "I luv you, dada."

"I love you too, baby girl."

The years hadn't been kind to Y/n. She lost so much. Too much in fact that it had driven her to the depts of insanity and made her do things to herself, to others that she more than resented. The first loss was her mothers. She wasn't there like Carl was but the grief burned through her still. Y/n was too young to understand it really. Just how she was when Rick supposedly died. Y/n couldn't understand where her mom had gone she just knew she had a little sister now. One she swore to protect.

She thought she had failed that when the prison fell. The young child was on her own. Injured and lost. She wandered through the woods for days until she stumbled across a group. The group were mean and despite her resistance wouldn't let her go. They hurt her in ways she didn't and wouldn't speak of it even now. But that all changed when Daryl showed up. He protected her - stopped them from hurting her. And eventually led her back to her family. Where for the first time she began to fear her father.

Terminus was next. The people there snatched her from her family. She was forced to watch from afar as they were guided into the crate. Rick fought against them, Carl too but it was to no use. They had sectioned her off in a playroom. Every once in a while an older woman came in to fed and played with her. She hated it. Being in this world for more than a year now she knew that people like them didn't just want to play even if she did. She learnt that from the Claimers.

Carol found her. Although having never have been all that close to the older woman - the only relation being the closeness between y/n and Sophia - seeing her after so long made her cry out of joy. Carol was happy too as she rushed out of that place to take her to safety. The pair ended up in the woods. Carol had stopped a moment ago to clean the dirt from her face, "lemme help."

The girl sat up from where she was put down and cupped some water splashing it on Carol's face. Carol flinched as the water hit her, "Uh thank you."

"Welcome," She looked away getting distracted by the nearing sound of footsteps.

"Get behind me, y/n," Carol ordered to which she shook her head.

"No it dada," She ran away from the woman and towards the group.

"Y/n come back here!" Y/n continued ignoring Carols pleas and crashed herself into the back of Rick's legs.

The father shot around and began to cry as he saw the child he thought he lost at his feet. "Oh, baby!" He collected the girl in his arms. Carl rushed to them too happy to see her alive after Gareth claimed he killed her. "Oh y/n, never leave me again, okay?" He looked directly into her matching blue eyes, "Promise me."

"I promise, dada."

Later Carol led them to Judith. Y/n was over the moon and refused to let her out of her sight, which was exactly what Rick was doing too. They found the church a while after. There they had some semblance of peace. She was glad to have Glenn back - Maggie too. Along with the new people although Eugene was a bit weird.

At the church was also when the questions started. Daryl had told Rick about the group they were with and regretfully had to inform the father how she was there before him. Rick asked y/n - begged her - to tell her what happened. But she refused. She couldn't say what happened. What they did, which just made Rick fear more. Eventually, she spoke a little about it. She was vague and could barely string two words together without crying. He hated it. He hated how this was a reality for his daughter. He saw the bruises they left. And he couldn't understand how someone could touch his child. Or how he could be so powerless to stop it.

Bob died. She didn't really know the man but it still upset her. Beth too. Although she was a lot closer to her. Beth was one of her only friends and was someone who would look after her when her father couldn't. They bonded and now she was gone.

After Beth's demise, they spent lots of time on the road. They suffered, almost died countless times but they prevailed. They got stronger - she got stronger. And they eventually found Alexandria. There everything was good again like how it was at the prison or even before this hell. She liked it there and didn't understand why the others were so sceptical.

Though that didn't last for long. Y/n began to hate the place when Carl got shot. Alexandria almost stole her brother from her. So she despised it. She refused to leave her brother's side as he adjusted to his injury. Yes, he found it annoying how she wouldn't leave him be and he often snapped at her. But she was there when he needed her. Despite the age difference and the many years of memories they had lost to this fight, she understood his pain. When he saw himself as ugly, a monster even, she made him think otherwise. She kept him afloat, which he was eternally thankful for.

Glenn was next.

She didn't believe it even after she was forced to see it with her own two eyes. She was next to Glenn in the lineup. She had to watch up close. Y/n had to be mocked by that man. She had to stay the whole night with her best friends brains on her face. After that night she blamed herself. She told herself that if Negan was just one person off she would be dead and he would live. He would get to see his child born and grow old with Maggie like they had spoken about. She wholeheartedly believed he deserved to live over her.

The war with Negan shook her to the core. At the time his face filled her nightmares. He just looked so normal. He looked nice even. Yet he hurt and he hurt and he hurt.

He killed her Glenn. And then Carl. It wasn't Negans fault although she did blame him. Carl had gotten bit. Y/n held his hand as he died in that tunnel as the home they had built above them fell. She got a letter too - even though she would rather have preferred to have her brother back. In the letter, Carl told her how proud he was of her - how thankful he was to have her as a sister. He told her to protect Judith, their dad and Michonne, who she had recently begun to call momma.

After Carl's death, y/n shut herself from the world well everyone except her father. For days she would cry until she couldn't anymore. She would scream and scream until her voice was gone. She just didn't understand why it had to be Carl? Why mom? Why Glenn? Why Beth? Why was it never her? The following weeks she found herself wishing it would be her next. She could never bring herself to say it out loud but with any battle, any fight, anything, she wished it would be her.

So when she lost her father her whole world fell apart. He was her consistent so why did he leave her? She was at the bridge that day. Daryl held her crying frame as Rick set off that final shot blowing him and the walkers off the bridge. Y/n Grimes' father was dead.

She stayed in Alexandria for a while afterwards. For the sole reason to protect her siblings. Yes, siblings - plural. Somehow through all the bad some good came from it. She just wished her father and Carl could've seen it. RJ Grimes came into this world 9 months later. And he was perfect. For months she would assist in taking care of him as Michonne wasn't doing the greatest without the love of her life. Truth be told neither was y/n she was just better at hiding it.

Until one night it all became too much. Y/n didn't know how it happened but she found herself balancing on the edge of her window. She wanted to jump - to end it. But she just couldn't will herself to do it. And when Daryl showed up she knew she couldn't. "Hey step away from ta window, alrigh'," The man ordered as he saw her shaking frame rocking back and forth.

"I-i can't," She sobbed.

"Ye' ya can. Jus' step back I'll catch ya," Daryl moved closer but paused when she shouted to stop.

"I can't, Daryl. They're all gone. They're all dead," The tears clouded her eyes. She shut them tightly picturing her families faces wanting so badly to join them.

"Please jus' step back, y/n. Yer' not alone. I'm here," He croaked the tears floating down his cheeks, "Don't jump."

"I love you, Daryl."

"I love ya too, okay? So step away from the window," He watched as she turned her head slightly catching his eyes.

"I love you but I can't. Tell mom, RJ and Judy I love them as well."

Suddenly she went to fall forward but Daryl reacted quicker. He gripped her waist pulling her into the room unwilling to release his grasp. "Yer' not leaving me," He told her as she cried into his shoulder, "Yer' cant leave me." Overhearing the chaos, Michonne entered her daughter's room to see the window wide open and the two of them crying. Daryl looked at her. The look telling her all she needed to know. Michonne began to cry herself and joined them on the ground.

"Y/n?" A small voice called from the door frame.

"Judith go back to bed, okay?" Michonne told her but Judith continued towards her sister. The girl said nothing as she wiped her sister's tears and held her hand.

It was 5 years later now. After her attempt, she left Alexandria with Daryl in search of her father. She didn't believe he was alive despite everything inside her wanting to. But Daryl did and after what happened they became a lot closer. He was happy she joined him. Even though the act of being out there was gruelling at times he was glad he could look after her. And if something would've happened to her while he was gone he could never have forgiven himself. Understandably Michonne was angry that y/n decided to leave. Y/n was her daughter and Michone her mother. They needed each other but she was willing to let Y/n leave to figure that out. It brought her peace looking for her father.

The silence was her favourite and as Daryl wasn't much of a talker she got lots of it. They got a dog too, which Daryl cleverly named Dog. Everything was a messed up version of okay but it was still good. Being out there made her find her purpose. She went home a lot more than Daryl did, which pleased her siblings and mother. It was always for a few days never longer as she feared she'd stay forever and she couldn't. As much as Alexandria is good it also drives y/n to a dark place. One she was in that night. She lost so much there. And staring at those four walls drove her insane. It didn't help how Negan was imprisoned there. Just thinking how close he was made her skin crawl. She knew how Rick visited him when he was alive that he believed Carl was right about the killing. That it had to stop. Y/n knew he was right too but she could never bring herself to one admit or two face Negan.

It felt like a story she read as a child when the Whisperers showed up. Like Negan, they scared her. So when she was told about his escape she only assumed the worst. The Whisperers took so many from them. Like Enid for example. Her story was cut short because of them. The two never really spoke but she understood how she and Carl felt for each other at a time. So ultimately it felt like she lost her final piece of Carl when she died. Y/n wished she had spoken to her when she could've. She wished she could've heard the untold stories they shared. She needed to know about Carl's final years with her. But now she's gone too along with those memories.

The war with the Whisperers took everything from them. The Kingdom. Hilltop. Alexandria. Along with the lives they lost in the process. With the group separated she found herself protecting Judy and RJ. Michonne had gone. Where she had gone to, y/n had no idea. For a messed up reason, she began to prepare herself for her mother's death before it was even announced. That was until she got the call. She was okay and... apparently so was Rick.

Disbelief was what hit her first. She couldn't hear his voice nor see his face so how could she know it was true. Michonne didn't know either she couldn't if he was really there, still alive. That night of the call she left. Without hesitation, she kissed RJ and Judith's heads, told them she loved them and told them to tell everyone else that and left. She left in the direction Michonne had told her.

She left to find her father. And she knew she wouldn't return until she did. "I'm coming, dad."

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Hello Stormblessed !

U became an ARMY pretty recently right ? But you seem to have covered Tonnes of content 😂😁😆

I became an ARMY pretty recently too but i have no idea how to cover so much content 🥲😅😔

Any idea how to proceed ? Like i have watched the RUN BTS episodes, ITS, Bon Voyage and a few many interviews, their performances, MVs but there r lots more right ? 👀 where shud i start ?

Okie....if i were someone who wants to get to know BTS what shud i do ? 😁😅

Am i blabbering too much ? 🥲

Is there any website that can guide me or maybe u have already answered an ask like this ?

I love your blog btw 🥰☺💜

Also u r nice almost all the time ☺

Btw which are u biased towards in A Court of Thorns And Roses ? 👀

Feysand or Nessian ? 👀

Ahh lol I've been ARMY for 2 years now. I found BTS January of 2020. So yes, pretty new here too relatively!!

I've shared before about my "time management" or lack of it in a previous post, here

I've just pretty obsessively watched everything I could find. I'm still catching up on stuff though like FULL length content, not just clips. Like I'm about to watch the NOW 3 DVD in full for the first time soon. Not just clips from YouTube or Twitter. A really good resource is just other ARMY accounts who have made efforts to compile content for everyone. Two that I go back to often are Bangtan Purple Archive and Landon Marks BTS Roadmap. Both are pulling content from debut to present day in order for everyone to access

Here is another account that lists shows BTS has done along with creating other threads of other types of content BTS has done to help people at least know what to search for to see older content, one such thread here:

Another good account to find old Bangtan Content for links

And Qdeoks is a wonderful account that has streamed lots of DVD content and put it up online for free for people to still get to see it

As for ACOTAR. Lol don't hate me, I love both Cassian and Nesta MORE as characters.... but the better ship is definitely Feysand 😂 ACOSF did not give me what I hoped for with their characters and relationships, there wasn't enough growth for them as people, much less a couple for me. ACOMAF remains the queen of that series for me personally. Lol all ill say to avoid spoilers though!

And because it's me, I gotta include the art...

Feyre and Rhysand

Nesta and Cassian (I will always be mad at how good this relationship arc could have been, but I still love it)

The Inner Circle 🥰

Can't lie though, Throne of Glass is definitely my preferred series by SJM 🥰 but she doesn't make my list of top authors either even though I loved her TOG characters ALOT!!

Lmao okay well nice mix of bts and books for yall I guess this time! Sorry! 😅

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Hangman smut????

also Phoenix/Bob fic, platonic or not!

Thank you!!!

Besties the time has come, my first ever official smut and it's with boy toy hangman. This is genuinely porn with no plot. Also @curtana76 wanted a hangman with shy reader. I personally am not very shy so I don't feel like I gave that complete justice but I tried my best. Also I made the border in this fic myself, yall are more than welcome to use it just give me credit please. Also as this is my first smut ever if yall could give this just a little bit of feedback or creative criticism I'd really appreciate it! Warnings: swearing, smut, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex (they are both consenting adults as you will see), no plot like literally at all.

When Jake had first asked you out you physically couldn’t find the words to say yes. He just stared at you with raised eyebrows while you took about three minutes to untie your tongue from the knot it had formed itself into. “Um yes, I would love to um-” you cleared your throat, trying to give yourself more time to gather your words- “that would be great, yes.” He chuckled slightly before nodding. He grabbed a pen out of his pocket before reaching for your hand. “Text me,” he walked back over to his friends. You looked down at your hand, gently tracing the ten numbers with your fingers before cradling the hand to your chest. You nodded at where he had stood, a small sliver of confidence coming far too late.

Later that night you typed the number into your phone and sent him a small text, letting him know who you were before you set your phone on your dresser. You turned on your shower, not expecting anything to come of the message. Maybe he was just giving you his number on a dare. You let the water wash over you as all of the thoughts swirled through your head. You turned the shower off and stepped out into your steam filled bathroom. You picked up your phone to set your alarm for tomorrow morning and were instead greeted with a series of texts from Jake.

-Hey, I didn’t think you would text back -you seemed like you kind of lost your words earlier today haha -so are you free later this week? -I’m all good for anything past thursday -Let me know when you get a chance

You raised your eyebrows in surprise before shooting back a reply.

-How does Friday night work?

He quickly sent back that he would love to see you Friday night.

You had been dating Jake for five months and he had slowly been helping you come out of your shell. You had begun to get better at having a conversation without making up some haphazard excuse and running to hide in the bathroom. You always felt better with Jake in your sights, his hand on the small of your back guiding you through the bar or his arm draped over your shoulders as he talked to colleagues. You nursed a bottle of beer as you watched him play pool. You had zoned out a while ago. You just watched the balls slam against one another on the pool table. All of the sudden you hear a small whisper in your ear, “Hon?” You shook your head to clear the static that had taken place in your brain. “Hm oh yeah what’s up?” He smiled and laughed at your reaction while you smiled up at him. “I was asking if you wanted to get out of here?” You grinned and nodded eagerly at him. While you had been slowly making your way out of your comfort zone you still got overwhelmed super easily. You drained the rest of your beer, dropping it into the recycling before grabbing Jake's hand and letting him lead you out of the bar. You walked up to his car, letting him open the passenger side door for you before he walked around to the driver seat and sat down. “Want me to drop you off at your place?” You chewed over your lip for a second before shaking your head. “Do you mind if I spend the night?” He drew back for a moment before nodding excitedly. You could tell he was trying to not seem too eager but he did a terrible job of hiding it. He took your hand and squeezed it before dropping it to turn the car on and put it into drive. As he pulled away from the parking lot your mind began to race at a mile a minute. In all of the months the two of you had been dating, you’d never gone further than just heavily making out. You always put a stop to it before it could go any further. You were always nervous about one thing or another. That it would hurt or that it would be a huge let down and you would have to suffer silently. It wasn’t that you were a virgin, just that you had very disappointing past experiences with sex. You were ready to just get it over with, ready to get your hopes up and be disappointed but wanting it over and done with.

The ride back to Jake's apartment was filled with comfortable silence. You were nervous, allowing that small traitorous part of your brain to fill your head with delusions of a wonderful time. As Jake slowed the speed of the car and pulled into his driveway you decided you would hope for something more, maybe this time it would be different. You nodded slightly to yourself. Jake raised his eyebrows at you and you smiled softly in return. He turned the car off before leaving the car. You unbuckle your seatbelt and reach for the car door handle. Jake beat you to it though, opening the door and holding out his hand to you. You took his hand and let him lead you inside. He tossed his keys into a bowl by the door before reaching the lightswitch above it and turning on the lights. “You can borrow some of my clothes and I think I have an extra tooth brush underneath the si-” he trailed off as you grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. He looked at you confused before you stood up on your tiptoes and crushed your lips to his. He didn’t even waste a beat before he incircled his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him and up against his chest. You reached one hand up to tangle in his hair, bringing his head down closer to you. It felt like you were having a mental battle for dominance that was more of just a formality. You knew you were going to lose the moment you engaged him yet you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He slid his hands down lower until they were against the back of your thighs. You jumped up, crossing your legs across his back as he carried you through his house and into his bedroom.

He bent over the bed, placing you gently on the mattress before finally breaking contact. Your breathing was labored as you sat up and brushed hair out of your face. He panted as he looked at you, his eyes bearing into your soul. You looked up at him and his face melted. You both made fast work of shedding your clothes, trying your best to not break the intense eye contact. You were both left in your underwear, you went to kiss him again but he placed a hand on your stomach pushing you down on your back to the mattress. He leaned over you and sealed your lips in a kiss again before quickly breaking apart, he kissed your jaw before making his way down to your neck and down your sternum. He continued to kiss down your body, one hand reaching for your bra, pulling the fabric down. He allowed that hand to blindly fondle as he sank to his knees in front of your clothed center. You shut your eyes in a fit of pleasure, the feeling too overwhelming for you to stand. You felt his hand slip underneath the cotton.

“Is this okay, sweetheart.” You nodded blindly, wanting him to continue his ministrations. He retracted his hand from your chest and your eyes shot open, looking down at him offended. “I need a verbal yes or no, honey, is this okay?” That was new, no one had ever asked you that before. “Yes please, this is great just keep going, please!” You begged as he slipped your underwear down and off of your legs, throwing it somewhere on the floor around you. He abandoned your chest before grabbing both of your knees, spreading your legs and tossing them over your shoulders. His hands snaked up your thighs before taking hold of your hips. You lifted your head confused as to what he was doing before he attached his mouth to your clit gently and you let out the loudest moan to ever escape your lips. You quickly placed your hands over your mouth as he continued to attack your cunt with his tongue. Your vision went white as your muscles began to contract and spasm against your will. You felt one of his hands leave your hips and slide up your body. He grabbed one of your hands and pushed it away from your mouth without breaking contact at your center. He pressed a kiss before gently looking up at you. “Come on baby, I wanna hear all those pretty noises you make. Let me know what I do to you.” You nodded and moved your hands to your side, fisting the bed sheets as he continued. You felt your muscles tighten as you whined, letting go of everything as he continued to nurse you over the edge. You felt your entire body go loose as he backed away, planting a kiss to the inside of your thigh. You lifted your head to look at him as he dragged the back of his hand across his mouth and lifted it to his lips, licking at your excess juices without breaking eye contact. It was such a raw motion that you immediately lost the small bit of composure you had regained. You reached behind your back and removed your bra, dropping it off of the side of the bed. Jake shed his underwear and followed you onto the bed, leaning over you to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his lips and it was one of the most primal things that you’ve ever experienced. You chased the sensation as he leaned over you fully. You broke away and gasped, pressing your forehead to his as you tried to regain some form of sense.

“Please, please fuck me.” He nudged you with his nose as he mouthed at your neck. You took your legs and wrapped them around his waist trying to push him closer to where you wanted him. You felt him sink his teeth into your neck and you knew that it would form into a hickey you just couldn’t bring yourself to care. “You want to stop at any time, you just say so, alright?” You let out a breathy, “Okay.” You felt him prod softly at your entrance before he grabbed your hands in his own and interacted your fingers. He slid into you and you felt your entire breath escape. He stopped to give you a moment to adjust. He dropped his forehead to your own. “Sweetheart, I need you to relax, just breathe.” You exhaled deeply and allowed your muscles to loosen around him. You nodded against him as you calmed down. “You can move now, I’m okay.” He dropped a peck to your lips before he began to rock against you. You moaned as you felt him begin to pick up his pace. Your legs began to tremble around him as he continued to thrust. “I’m close, oh I’m so close,” you whimpered into his ear. “Yeah me too,” he grunted as his thrusts began to become sporadic. You felt your back arc unwillingly as you tossed your head back. “That feels good, doesn’t it.” You whined at his teasing tone. “It’s okay baby, you can come.” Your eyes clouded with stars as you finally reached your release, Jake following you not much later. He leaned above you, being careful to not drop fully on top of you. You whimpered softly as he pulled out of you, Jake shushing your noises as he rolled onto his side, pulling you in close. He pressed his mouth to your temple. “Go to sleep, love, I’ll be here when you wake up.” As you drifted into a peaceful sleep you knew that all other men had just been ruined for you. That Jake was definitely going to be your forever.

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