#i know you needed something you can sin for

[bokutoko]

can i please get a mini bouquet with daffodils and lavender for akaashi?

— 🎐

so wonderfully you

k. akaashi x gn!reader

wc: 1648

cw: hurt/comfort, fake dating + mutual pining, uni!au (loosely), akaashi is a sweetheart

to be fair, you did bring all of this upon yourself.

akaashi didn’t even need to look away from his book to give you his answer: "no."

"c'mon, please!" you groaned, "it's just one evening!"

he looked at you over his frames, giving you the look. "what ever happened to being honest?"

when a friend mentioned a group dinner date idea to your circle of friends after lecture that day, you were a little hesitant to agree. yet when asked if they could set you up with someone, you were a little too quick to lie with, "oh, i have a boyfriend." which led you to this exact moment: asking—no, begging—akaashi to be your “date” this friday night.

"admit i lied to them and look like even more of a loser? let's be realistic here."

akaashi couldn't help but to roll his eyes; he was usually amused with your usual antics, but this? this was… tiptoeing a fine line that, unbeknownst to the other, the both of you were secretly wanting to cross yet nervous to do so. but when he saw the pleading look in your eyes and flush to your cheeks, he knew he was in a losing battle, whether he liked it or not. all he could do was let out a sigh.

“what time do i need to pick you up friday?”

after fiddling with all the clothes in your closet, you opted for something casual—just a sweater and some slacks. it was just a dinner with some friends. but oh god, what if akaashi is wearing something nice? what if he’s wearing something that totally makes you look bad? what if you two look so uncoordinated that it gives away your secret? as your mind wandered to the idea of your dear friend in a dark, dapper suit, totally showing you up and ruining the plan, a knock interrupted your thoughts.

taking a deep breath, you checked the time—5:40. five minutes early. in everything he did, akaashi was always so punctual. always there before you to class, saving a seat beside him for you to sit. always arrived for a study session before you, ready to go over any notes you missed if you couldn’t make it to lecture that day. and this time served no difference.

“coming!” you yelled, in hopes he would hear, as you slipped on some shoes and grabbed your bag.

opening the door resulted in your temporary blindness, your eyes unable to handle the beauty before you.

standing in the doorway was akaashi, wearing a gray button up and slacks. his sleeves were rolled up neatly to his elbows, displaying his absolutely sinful forearms, with some veins adorning them right beneath the skin. his hair was a little more tame than his usual tired, messier look—god, he was so beautiful, and it was so incredibly frustrating how badly you wanted him in this moment.

it was all for pretend. it was all for pretend.

all. for. pretend.

he met your eyes and held out an arm—already perfectly playing the part of your sweet, loving boyfriend. "ready?"

"yeah, i've got directions to walk—"

"i'll drive us. i've got my keys."

after locking up, the two of you walked to his car, which was parked right outside your building. "you look nice," akaashi commented, attempting to sound as neutral as possible (it didn't work).

"yeah yeah, you clean up pretty nice too, i guess," you quipped back, eliciting one of his infamous side eyes. he opened his car door for you, then slipped in on the driver side. thankfully, it wasn't too far of a drive to the restaurant you all planned to meet at—you didn’t know what you’d do if you had to remain in a car for an extended time with your friend-turned-secretly-fake boyfriend.

"okay.” you took in a deep breath, trying to explain through your master plan. “so, we need to act like we're in love, got it? my friends already are hesitant about this since i never mentioned a relationship to them before. the plan’s that we've only been dating a couple months." watching akaashi's little nods in agreement as he drove, you went into a little more detail about your friends and their interests so he knew exactly what he was getting into.

upon your arrival, akaashi immediately went into character and excelled—opening your car door and the restaurant door for you, pulling out your chair, draping his arm loosely over the back of your seat. he inched closer to you as the dinner progressed, so close you could smell the spearmint of his cologne and—

was that a hint of jasmine too?

oh, you were about to die.

“so,” one of your friends began with a polite smile, successfully interrupting your thoughts, “how’d you two meet and get together? i feel like i know nothing about you, akaashi.”

and that was where you realized you hadn’t come up with a "meeting" story.

hoping your face didn’t give away the ploy so soon, you opened your mouth to speak out some half-ass lie, until—

“we actually had a class together a couple semesters ago,” akaashi began with a gentle smile. his cheeks were tinted a soft pink shade—but that could’ve easily been caused by the spring afternoon heat… right?

“they just have this personality that drew me in. can’t even explain it,” he laughed, the sweetest sound escaping his lips. you noticed the slightest crinkles by his eyes as he continued, “with all the late night studying, the deep conversations, and going through the good and bad days of college together, how could i not fall in love with them?”

as your friends ooh-ed and ahh-ed over you two, your face burned. you knew this was all a part of the plan—oh, the plan.

the plan!

he must not mean any of this, at least, not in the way he expressed to your friends. he didn't mean anything with his arm around you, looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars.

you couldn’t breathe.

fuck, why did it all feel so real?

the rest of the group date passed agonizingly slow, your mind too preoccupied with akaashi’s hand on your thigh—far enough down to not make you uncomfortable. his thumb caressing your knee absentmindedly as everyone talked amongst each other.

"you okay?" he mouthed to you, and you nodded—of course, did akaashi believe this? no.

so, he did the typical "tired" stretch and asked for the bill. he pulled out his card and paid for the meal (after only some arguing from you) and wished everyone goodbye.

"it was to meet you all," he said with a smile and guided you out of the restaurant with his hand hovering over the small of your back.

you were in shambles, your heart nearly fluttering out of your chest.

getting into the car, you were quiet. too quiet—akaashi didn’t like that.

“seems like it was a success,” he prompted, hoping a conversation would stem from this. it did not. you just hummed in agreement and smiled, albeit awkwardly.

he drove you back to your apartment and walked you back to your apartment. “i had fun tonight,” he tried again with another one of those rare, genuine smiles that had you weak in the knees, “your friends are nice.”

“thank you,” you said softly, suddenly wishing you could forget about all of this, “i know this was my dumb mistake and dragged you in it, but, uh… thanks.”

you felt so dumb. feeling giddy over him holding the door and being respectful in his touches? it was all your plan, all your fault. you brought this upon yourself.

the night breeze blew between you both, the early spring chill in the air making you shiver slightly, which akaashi noticed. “let me give you my jacket from my car—“

“no!” you interrupted, looking up at him with an unknown mixture of emotions in your eyes. were you angry? no. tired? no. you were confused, so very confused. “no. we’re not faking this anymore. i don’t need your jacket.”

his eyes widened, his brows furrowing at the sudden attitude. “… did i do something?” he asked, racking his brain to remember if he did something, anything, wrong tonight to warrant your coldness.

“no—i mean, yes, but—god, why are you so nice to me?!” your voice was growing louder with every word, “i bombarded you with all of this, along with all the shit you’ve already got going on—fuck, you made it all feel so real and i hate that!”

several beats of deafening silence pass through you both, the two of you just frozen, staring at each other.

“it’s always been real for me,” akaashi softly admitted, “nothing i said was a lie tonight.”

you met his eyes, those beautiful, brown irises that you imagined getting lost in quite often. his lips were so close, and he was inching closer and closer that you could smell his spearmint and jasmine cologne again. you thought your legs would surely give out at any moment.

“can i kiss you?” he softly asked, looking at you through a half lidded gaze. everything froze, your mind reeling over the question that was just asked—akaashi, your akaashi, asking if he could kiss you. all you could do was nod silently before his lips perfectly slotted against yours, like he was made to kiss you.

you were drowning in him, being smothered by your new favorite scent of that damn spearmint and jasmine. he was so gentle with you, cradling your face in his hands as he tasted the sweet cake you ate earlier on your tongue.

oh, akaashi couldn't get enough of you.

slowly pulling away, all you thought to ask was, “why me?”

“because you’re you,” he whispered, his lips brushing yours as he spoke, “god, you're so wonderfully you.”

a/n: hi 🎐 anon i hope u enjoy <3 ngl i didn't mean for this to be so long, i just got too invested. for future reference, these reqs will not be this long (i got carried away SORRY)

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[monstersflashlight]

In LOVE with your alien fics and I was wondering if it's alright to request for a specific alien race? Specifically the Yautjas (the alien creature from the Predator movies)

I was thinking of a human reader who works in an intergalactic repair shop of some kind for space travel and while she's used to getting beings of their race come by often, there's this one yautja who just keeps coming back more frequently than the others and since he's being such a generous and regular customer she decides to give him some "perks" 👀👀

If you can't then it's fine just wanted to try asking. Absolutely adore your writing and am thankful to have found your blog!! ✨️✨️

A/N: I don’t usually do specific alien races, but you are welcome to imagine this one is a yautja. Also, if you are wondering… yes, the title is a joke. Enjoy!

The perks of being an alienfucker

Alien x fem!reader || exhibitionism (technically), semi-public sex, oral sex, dirty talk (very light)

You’ve been working as a mechanic at the space station for a while. For long enough that some of the “locals” already know you. You are friendly with a couple of them, always cheerful when they show up to fix one thing or the other. You suspect they only bring you the little problems to fix so they can chat with you, you are something like a catch by intergalactic standards. Or so they’ve told you.

But there’s one… There’s one alien that makes your blood boil and your pussy get wet. Every time he shows up you have to bite your lip to avoid saying something inappropriate. But the fact that he doesn’t look much better makes you feel extra giddy. You almost expect him to bend you over the spaceship and fuck you hard, but he never does.

He’s always waiting, as if he’s expecting some kind of signal from you that you want the same thing. And he catches you in the worst moment, when you are ovulating and your vibrator broke down last night. He appears at the door with his big strong arms and his too big body and you are already salivating. You can see every ridge of his body in his super tight suit…

And you had enough of the teasing, of the flirting, of the way his eyes run over your body as if he’s imagining licking every inch of you.

So you turn around and bend over the spaceship. The inclination of the hood makes your ass be higher than your shoulders and you are sure you look sinful like that. You look over your shoulder as you lower your pants and panties, exposing your pussy to him. If he doesn’t get the signal he needs with that… you are more than done trying to get this fine specimen of an alien to fuck you senseless.

He stops what he’s saying (you don’t even know because you weren’t paying attention), and looks at you, his eyes traveling down your body and focusing on your most vulnerable place. “What are you doing?” His voice sounds breathless, and it makes a shiver run down your spine.

You press your face against the cold metal, rapidly warming under your skin, and look at him over your shoulder, wriggling your hips a little. “I think it’s pretty clear. I’m face down, ass up, do you need a map?” You tease like the little shit you are.

He steps closer to you, still a couple feet away. “Don’t play with me, human,” he growls. His eyes are as dark as ever, and he’s clenching his fists at his sides. He seems to be vibrating and you can’t stop the little whimper that leaves your mouth.

“I want you to play with me,” you tell him after your brain starts working again.

He stomps his way to you until he’s standing right behind you, his hands hovering over your exposed backside. “Last chance to say this is all a joke, human,” he warns.

You growl, and he inhales loudly. “Fuck me already, for fuck’s sake,” you let out, your body tense and ready to explode just having him there, looking.

You don’t know what you were expecting, but for him to fall to his knees behind you and start devouring your cunt and asshole like a desperate alien was not it. You try to find something to grab, but you are powerless as he eats you out with everything he has.

You are panting and moaning, a little part of your brain realizing the door is wide open and anybody can walk in. But that only makes you hotter, groaning deeply as he pushes a finger inside of you. Is messy and fast, and your first orgasm catches you off guard completely.

He pulls back, growling low and sustained, it almost sounds like… “Are you purring?” You let out in a choked breath, almost wanting to laugh. But he doesn’t let you think twice about it, the tip of his dick pressing against your opening.

He pushes in, one long thrust that makes your feet get off the ground and you are grateful he ate you so well before because you definitely needed the extra lubrication. He’s big. He feels huge, actually. And you can’t get enough of him.

He fucks you nasty, his hips pushing yours forward and making you hit the metal of the spaceship in an almost forceful way that makes your brain short-circuit as you see stars. He keeps grunting and moaning, and the sounds he makes only drive you further into ecstasy.

It’s fast and hard and everything you needed.

“Come for me before somebody walks by, human. I want to feel your pussy strangling my cock,” his crude words make you twitch around him, creating a new wave of curses and grunts that drive you over the edge.

The orgasm rocks your body backwards, pushing him as deep as possible as you tremble. Your face is pressed to the spaceship and your knees feel weak as he grabs your hips and pushes you off your feet, rutting inside of you until you feel the first shot of his come hitting your cervix. It’s exhilarating in the best way possible.

You come back to your body feeling like jelly, plastered against the spaceship unable to move. He pulls back with a groan, kissing your back one last time before caressing your side.

“I’ll be coming tomorrow... to check on the spaceship.” He whispers before patting your ass and pushing your pants and panties back up, trapping the mess he made on your pussy against the fabric. It feels weird and sticky, but makes your lower belly boil with arousal.

You can’t wait until he returns.

[fallenclan]

(Sunwish LIVES!!! AU) we’re all born fire-starters

(Eyyyyy it’s me it’s oven mitts anon 🥊 with my fanfic about long-dead FallenClan cats. Please keep me on anon. Using this author’s note up here to say that the title is taken directly from the lyrics of the song The Start of Something by Action Item, but the song that much more heavily inspired this piece is Because Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear by Mitski. Also I know that lollipop anon’s the worry box is fanfiction but it’s so so good and my brain keeps treating it like it’s 100 Percent Canon and that’s why while writing this Stormsight’s characterization is very much based off of his personality in the worry box. I can’t say the same about Sunwish though, I freestyled for her lol)

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‘With no need for a beginning, nor any reason to end, the music continues. And so, no matter who you are, where you came from, what sins you have committed or hurt you have endured… when you are alone and there is no universe left to remember you.

You can always, always rewrite your song.’

—Light From Uncommon Stars, Ryka Aoki

———

“Why do you hate me?”

Sunwish stopped in her tracks. Her whiskers twitched. She did a quick once-over of the medicine den and found no one. No one except, of course, herself- and a little apprentice who was supposed to be sorting herbs but was instead dawdling, staring wide-eyed at her with a bristling tail.

Upon confirming that he couldn’t have been speaking to anyone else, Sunwish sighed, “Great StarClan, Stormpaw, where do you kits learn to say such nonsense?”

What a ridiculous idea. She doesn’t hate the boy. She was there when he was born- inspected each of his littermates and confirmed to their mother that they were all healthy. Besides, she probably physically couldn’t hate him, since she was not keen on getting her ears scratched out by her own apprentice. Silverbelly adored her little brother, and Sunwish adored Silverbelly, and therefore as a rule, Sunwish had to be fond of Stormpaw as well.

An old, familiar hurt made itself at home in her heart- honestly, just because she doesn’t bother to smile or laugh often, just because she wasn’t amusing or easy to like- she doesn’t mean to be unlikeable on purpose. If only they would understand-

Stormpaw, evidently not satisfied with Sunwish’s answer, was still dawdling. Sunwish was used to Stormpaw, the enthusiastic, diligent apprentice. She was not at all used to Stormpaw, the dawdling, moody little apprentice.

Sunwish glared at him, trying to look reasonably stern. She felt suddenly very self-conscious and worried that she looked instead like she hated him passionately, so her glare became a feeble one and she settled for mimicking his blank stare. “Stormpaw, your sister will be very cross with you if she comes back and finds that you have not finished your work. Focus, now.”

Stormpaw halfheartedly returned to his herbs, shuffling the horsetail into a loose little pile. Success.

An issue still remained, that Sunwish was not particularly pleased with the look on his face. Trying to get rid of it at once, Sunwish clarified, “I don’t hate you, kit. I don’t even dislike you.”

Stormpaw mumbled.

“Speak up,” said Sunwish. “I’m old.”

This was objectively false, but an apprentice wouldn’t know any better.

“You hate training me,” Stormpaw mumbled, though louder now. “Whenever Silverbelly is busy, you never teach me anything! You just kick me out of the den or tell me to go hunt with my littermates.”

Ah.

So.

That was the problem.

Sunwish found herself despairing and wishing, just a little, that it had simply been her personality that had been causing the problem once again.

“You know,” Sunwish tried, “it’s healthy to get fresh air every now and again.”

“I get fresh air! And if you want me out of camp so badly, you could just send me to find herbs!”

“A good work-life balance will do wonders for your life expectancy, kit. I know these things. I’m a medicine cat.”

“Ma’am, I just-”

“I’m sure Holly didn’t live to her old age by spending all day running around finding herbs all day and quizzing herself in her sleep.” Sunwish tapped Stormpaw’s side with her tail. “Which you do, by the way. It’s very annoying. If you can stop talking when you sleep, please do. Anyway, you can go ask her, as soon as you get your work done.”

“Ma’am-”

“Actually, why don’t I finish up for you, hm? Since you’re having so much trouble focusing today. Look at you, Stormpaw, you put nettle with the marigold, and you’re usually never this careless.”

“It’s only there ‘cause I wasn’t finished!”

“And why aren’t you finished? Just take a break, kit. I believe Hailpaw’s going out hunting. Go on and join her, now.”

Sunwish tried nudging the apprentice towards the entrance of the medicine den, only for Stormpaw to bare his teeth at her. “You’re doing it again!” he cried.

Sunwish attempted to blink innocently at him. “Yes, yes, you caught me. I admit it, you’re a very talented hunter, especially for a medicine cat apprentice.” She was hoping the flattery would be enough for Stormpaw to drop the matter, but he simply started lashing his tail in agitation. “The other day, Goldenstar and I shared the rabbit you helped Moonpaw catch. It was so good I was hoping you’d bring me another one. The Clan could always use more prey, besides.”

“The Clan doesn’t need me to hunt,” Stormpaw countered. “Goosepaw and Hailpaw alone could probably feed the whole Clan. Ask Hailpaw to catch you a rabbit. She’s going to be a warrior. It’s her job to catch rabbits.”

Sunwish lowered her voice. “Oh, is that what this is? Did you get into a fight with your sister?”

“No!”

“Or is it Otterslip?” Sunwish said conspiratorially. “He’s a bit annoying, isn’t he?”

“Otterslip is fine. Stop making excuses!”

“You’re making excuses,” Sunwish said, unable to help herself, because she was apparently just as petty as an apprentice. She tried again to nudge Stormpaw out of the den, only for the apprentice to flop to the ground, bringing up a cloud of dust.

Stormpaw sneezed.

“Bless you,” said Sunwish.

Stormpaw didn’t bother to thank her, which was rude. Instead, the apprentice bared his teeth at her again, which looked rather silly from his position on the ground. “I’m not leaving!”

Sunwish sighed. “I know.”

“And I know that you never wanted me to be a medicine cat in the first place, and I’m not leaving until you tell me why!”

Silence.

Sunwish cast one last, desperate look out of the den. Hailpaw and Otterslip were clear out of view. Damnit.

“Alright,” said Sunwish. “Alright.”

Stormpaw squinted at her with great suspicion. “Alright?”

“Sit up straight and I’ll tell you.”

Stormpaw picked himself off the ground and sat up perfectly straight. Sunwish made to nip at his scruff, hoping to pick out the dust that had gathered in his fur.

“And groom your pelt. For StarClan’s sake, Stormpaw, you’re all covered in dust, and are those leaves? You really do spend too much time here.”

Stormpaw shook her off and whacked her face with his tail for good measure. Sunwish sputtered indignantly.

“Well?” Stormpaw demanded.

Sunwish took a deep breath.

When Stormpaw was just a little kitten, there had been a period of time when Sunwish and Silverbelly did not speak to each other except to argue and yell. The subject of contention was, of course, Stormpaw- Stormkit, then- who wanted to be a medicine cat “more than anything else in the world,” as Silverbelly had put it.

Silverbelly had it her way in the end, of course.

Finally, Sunwish forced herself to begin.

“Everyone in the Clan thinks that you’re brilliant.”

The apprentice narrowed his eyes. “And you don’t,” he accused.

“For StarClan’s sake, kit, let me-”

“Well, I don’t care!” Stormpaw said, riled up enough for the fur on his shoulders to bristle. “I don’t need to be brilliant to be useful. Even if I’m not half as talented as you or Silverbelly, I’m still going to be a good medicine cat and help loads of cats ‘cause I’ll work for it. I don’t care if it’ll take me forever to get my name.”

Sunwish put her paw on Stormpaw’s head. She closed her eyes, breathing out a tired little sigh.

“Stormpaw,” she said.

Stormpaw huffed angrily at her. Sunwish drew her paw back, a little wary now. He might bite.

“Stormpaw, you are brilliant,” Sunwish told him, because it was the truth, and not because she was a little afraid he might bite her. He’s never been a bitey sort of kitten, but one never really knows, and his brother Dawnshine used to bite so often that she worried it might run in the family.

She watched the apprentice deflate, the fur on his hackles lowering as his expression turned to confusion. “I don’t doubt your abilities. That’s exactly the problem.”

“What- but… then why…?”

The boy had been talking nonsense earlier, but his words made her heart ache all the same. I don’t need to be brilliant to be useful. She had feared exactly this.

Stormpaw would make a wonderful medicine cat. Not because he has a connection to the stars, not because he’s clever with herbs- but because he cares. He loves learning about herbs. He wants to help cats. Right now, the only thing that makes him is a passionate, precocious apprentice.

That won’t last forever. One day, he’ll be full grown and he’ll have his star-given name, and FallenClan will depend on him- truly depend on him, as more than an apprentice who runs around doing busywork. He’ll be a real medicine cat, and he’ll be as brilliant as everyone says he is. By then, his future will be set in stone. It won’t if he no longer loves being a medicine cat anymore. It won’t matter if patients he couldn’t have saved slip away beneath his paws, if the blood and the loss and the grief and the blame become too heavy to carry. He’ll be brilliant and useful useful useful- too useful to give up without a fight.

Goldenstar is her best friend. But there had been a time when Sunwish had loved Scorchstar, too- had looked up to her, had listened with rapt attention to her stories, had beamed at her old leader as Nettlestem smoothed her fur down as a mother would.

And Scorchstar had told her that she had to be a medicine cat. For the good of the Clan.

Sunwish knows that right now, if she asked, Goldenstar would let her step down. But Sunwish had never been more than mediocre. Sunwish had never been more than bitter and resentful and impatient. If Stormpaw- grown-up, fully-trained Stormpaw, after seasons spent cementing his role in the Clan, proving himself to be caring and brilliant- could Goldenstar let him step down? Could FallenClan? Stormpaw the medicine cat would be good for the Clan. Everything Goldenstar did, everything Scorchstar did, was for the good of the Clan.

Scorchstar had never considered letting Sunwish go, and Sunwish had never been brilliant.

“When I was a kitten, a cat named Wildfang died,” Sunwish began. “Have you heard of her?”

“I- no,” Stormpaw said, taken off guard. “Who was she?”

“She was the medicine cat before me,” Sunwish explained. “When she died, the Clan was left without a healer, and without a cat to speak with StarClan and interpret their signs. There was no one suitable for the role- there were only warriors, and Goldenstar was training to be a warrior. I had not started my training yet, so they had to make do with me.” She couldn’t help the tightness in her throat. “I wanted to be a warrior.” The best in the whole wide world.

Stormpaw made a sympathetic noise. “That must have been hard,” he said softly.

“It was. I was angry for a long, long time.” She still was, most days. But Sunwish wasn’t about to say so to an apprentice. “You take your training very seriously, kit, so you must know that being a medicine cat is difficult. What I don’t think you understand is that it’s just as difficult to stop being a medicine cat. There are so few of us, and the Clan is always in need of a healer. And when you’re in the medicine den for all your apprentice days, and no one bothers to teach you to hunt and fight, it’s much harder to learn warrior skills when you’re older.” Sunwish bent down to nose at the apprentice’s forehead. “Great StarClan, Stormpaw, I know you chose this, but I don’t want you trapped here because of a decision you made when you were a kit. When I was a kitten, I would eat my own whiskers once they'd fallen off.”

“Did they taste good?”

“Not at all.”

“Then I think I’m going to start collecting them. My whiskers, I mean, now that you’ve given me the idea. I’m going to put them in dirt and make them stand straight up, like flowers, and in a few seasons I’m going to show all my whisker-flowers to the new kits and have them help me name them.”

Sunwish snorted. “You’re very odd,” she said dryly.

“No, you are. You ate your own whiskers.” Stormpaw was smiling now, which was a relief. The relief didn’t last long; his expression became more serious. “But I don’t feel trapped, ma’am. I love everything I’m learning right now. You don’t have to worry. I think I would feel trapped, if I had to be a warrior forever.”

“That’s another thing,” Sunwish went on. “I didn’t want you to be a medicine cat, but that didn’t mean I wanted you out of the medicine den forever.” She frowned, her claws flexing against the ground. “It’s the way things are done, but it isn’t right, how we train our medicine cats. Having a little kitten decide on the role they’ll have for the rest of their life, put them in training where they’ll be given quizzes and drills for all of their young life, put them in the face of a real disaster with nothing but tests and memorization to prepare them. No, no. I’d rather have taken you as an apprentice after you’ve completed warrior training first, Stormpaw. Maybe even after you’ve had kits, or an apprentice of your own. So I know that the future medicine cat will be experienced, and used to taking care of other cats.” She sunk her claws into the dusty ground. “...and that they have the skills to return to being a warrior, if things don’t work out.”

Stormpaw’s eyes were alight with understanding. “Is that what Silverbelly did?”

“No, no. She was just like you, kit. Begged me to teach her long before she saw her sixth moon.”

“Did you pitch a fit when she asked, too?” Stormpaw asked wryly.

Shame swirled in her belly. “No,” said Sunwish. “No, I- I agreed. I never said a word against her becoming a medicine cat. I was…” Desperate. Happy. Hopeful, for the first time since Morningbloom. “Selfish. I wanted a kit- any kit- to ask to become a medicine cat. I wanted a replacement so I could step down.”

“But… you didn’t step down. Even though the Clan has Silverbelly now,” Stormpaw pressed. “And now it has me, too. Why don’t you step down?”

Sunwish curled her tail around the apprentice. “Not long after she earned her full name, your sister fell in love.”

“Yeah, I know that.” Stormpaw made a face, half-annoyed, half-amused. “She and Applebranch are really sappy.”

Privately, Sunwish agreed, and she had to resist a smile. Her apprentice and her mate could really be insufferable sometimes.

Instinctively, Sunwish started flicking her tail back and forth. Stormpaw grabbed her tail with his two front paws.

“Stop that,” Sunwish chided, and he let go at once.

“Oh! Sorry!” Stormpaw shrank back, sheepish. “Silverbelly always lets me play with her tail.”

Sunwish understood this. The apprentice was around the same age as Silverbelly’s kits, after all.

Wordlessly, Sunwish stooped low and gave her tail a few slightly agitated licks before she settled down and went on. “Then, not long after that, she became a mother. And then her mother had a second litter.”

“That’s us!” Stormpaw trilled, pleased.

“Yes, kit. It all happened very fast.” Sunwish smiled faintly. “I couldn’t step down, kit. I couldn’t do that to my apprentice. Imagine how hard it would have been to be the Clan’s only medicine cat while trying to be a good mate and a good mother and a good big sister. She was still very young- though I know it doesn’t seem that way to someone your age.”

Sunwish stiffens as Stormpaw shuffles closer, and she manages to relax a bit when the apprentice leans into her side, purring.

“What about when we all have our names?” Stormpaw asked. “Me, my littermates, and Mudpaw and Flypaw and Robinpaw. Will you step down then?”

Sunwish rasped her tongue over the little apprentice’s head. She was still quite determined to get all those leaves out of his fur. “Yes, kit. Yes, most likely. I think I will.”

“And you’ll be a warrior?”

“Yes.”

“And you’ll be happy?”

“...yes.”

“Good.” Stormpaw made a noise in the back of his throat, a happy little chrr. He bumps his head against her shoulder, hard enough it hurts a little. “I want the rest of your life to be happy. You didn’t get to choose what you wanted, the first time over… so I hope everything else will be what you want.”

Suddenly, Sunwish can’t breathe. This little apprentice really will be a wonderful medicine cat.

Stormpaw insistently presses up against her shoulder again, looking up at her. “But…”

“Yes?”

“I want to stay a medicine cat apprentice. I don’t want to start warrior training now and come back later. I want to keep doing this. And I want you to teach me things, too.”

“I knew you’d say that, kit,” Sunwish said, fond. “And I promise I’ll start teaching you properly, but I won’t stop sending you out to hunt. I always, always, always want the path of a warrior to be open to you.”

Stormpaw nodded solemnly. Sunwish hoped he understood.

Anything you want, Sunwish would say, if she was a more sentimental cat. Be anything you want, little blue cat. You’ll be a wonderful medicine cat, but you can always, always rewrite your own fate. I’ll fight the stars themselves to make sure you can.

“I’ll also speak to the mentors and see about getting you started with some battle training.”

“Whaaat?” Stormpaw shot her a dismayed look. “But I don’t wanna!”

“Don’t complain, kit. Silverbelly had to do the same. I won’t have a medicine cat who doesn’t know how to defend themself.”

“I’m useless at fighting.”

“All the more reason to train, then.” Sunwish gave the grumbling apprentice one last lick between the ears. She’s decided that her task of grooming him was ultimately futile and that she would never get rid of the leaves in his fur. Later, she would summon Toro, who was quite possibly gifted by the forces of StarClan itself, and Toro will somehow manage to rid the herbs from her son’s pelt, because Toro was in no way a normal cat and was simply built like that. “Now, get off of me and finish sorting those herbs.”

“Yes ma’am.”

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(Oven mitt anon 🥊 with ANOTHER author’s note, and this one’s to say that “Stormsight talks about herbs in his sleep” is taken directly from the worry box, chapter 4, AKA the chapter that haunts me forever and ever. Everyone go read the worry box.

Also on the list of books everyone should read is Light From Uncommon Stars by Ryka Aoki, it’s a lovely book with themes of breaking cycles, and also it will make you hungry because it has a lot of tantalizing descriptions of food whenever any character starts eating something. Thinking about how Scorchstar started a cycle and Otterslip continued it… wrote a fic about a world where Sunwish lived and decided to break the cycle she was in and works to become the person she needed when she was younger…

Anyways. CONSTANTLY thinking about how Sunwish was a very very young cat who was tossed into the Very Important med. cat role with no proper mentor, and how her herb stores kept going bad and she kept losing patients because she was a self-taught teenager learning from like, Cat YouTube and Skype calls with the dead and occasionally by doctors from out of town. What if she had lived and fought for better labour laws for her med. cat apprentices. What if she had lived and had fundamentally overhauled the apprentice system in FallenClan, like every apprentice spends a few moons training in EVERY role before the leader decides on a mentor for them or something? Constantly thinking about how Sunwish has the righteous trait… she probably would have done so much good if she only lived longer 🥺

And I miss Stormsight too. 😔 Writing this made me get attached oh my god)

(beetle note: OHHH MY GODDDD FUCK THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD!!!!! genuinely this made me tear up.... a Sunwish lived au..... the world could have been so beautiful. i'm now imagining a lovely future where she would have stepped away from being a medicine cat and become a warrior instead. FUCK. this is so so well written i LOVE IT!)

[whiskeyskin]

Breathless

Premise: Ficspriration by @dixonsgirl93's post on the Halsinners community page: What would Halsin be like if you asked him to choke you during sex? 🤔😏

• Halsin x fem!Tav • 18+ • Act 3

Fem!Reader POV, no used pronouns, fem fingering, Gale isn't the only one that uses magical restraints during sex (eyebrows eyebrows), praise, choking (duh), consent, predetermined ask, blowjob, begging, mild reference to breeding, check in, mild uncharacteristic possessiveness, dirty talk

1.6k words

I hope you enjoy my latest offering to the Smut Goddess, my tagged dears: @optimisticgrey, @enbyofwaterdeep, @spyvstailor, @cheshireizxpikeveil, @thoughts-of-bear and @roguishcat

Let me know you want on, or off this tagged train 🚂💨✨

Agh! I can't find the artist for this one 🤦🏻‍♀️ if you recognise it as your own, please let me know so I can tag you if you'd like ☺️✨

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Halsin's thick, talented fingers curl against the fleshy part of your walls, perfected by years of experience. The heel slapping into the sensitive knot of your clit, then griding in rolling circles.

His other hand holds your leg up, the wide palm-span holding you spread with ease. You turn your head and groan into the crook of your restrained arms, held by strong roots wrapped around your wrists.

"So perfect, so beautiful," Halsin's deep voice rumbles in chest, making your brain melt in the process. His tone laced in want and need; it was intoxicating.

His rhythm changes to a quicker pace, fluttering inside your warm and wet cunt with two girthy fingers; the fast, sinful slapping sounds filling the heavy air of the forest.

You call out sharply, pulling down fruitlessly against the restraints trying to take his digits deeper inside you.

"So very eager for me, my heart," he chides with a devious smile in voice, "I'll give you what you need. But first.."

Halsin's calloused palm glides along the inner curve of your breasts, up your sternum and pauses to rest, like a pretty necklace, at the front of your throat, "I have to give you something you've wanted."

His breathing slow and measured, he stares down at your naked form, a darkness present that you'd not seen before.

Yes, you'd seen in charge in battle with a hardened glare, or seen the madness in his eyes, as he changes into his bear state. You'd seen him wild with passion as he fucked up into you but this, this was something else entirely. This was sinful.

He licks his bottom lip, his mouth agape, breath hot. You swallow under his splayed fingers, your breath shallow and expectant.

He stands between your soft thighs, his long, thick cock standing proud and eager, perching on the mound of your sex. His body crowding over yours as he leans down closer. You feel beads of precum daubing your belly as he nears to you.

"This is what your truly want, my heart? He checks, his voice rasped with lust, "To feel my hand wrap around your throat," his grip raises to the delicate column of you neck, your body tenses in excitement.

"To squeeze down on your neck, to choke the breath from your body as you cum around my fingers." He growls, beginning to drag his thumb lazily over your clit. The breath shudders from your lungs, your thigh muscles taut and shaking.

Halsin flexes out the hand on your throat, more vines rustle around the rocky outcrop, snaking their way towards you. They wrap around the bend of your knees and hold you spread, your hips stretched deep. You keen at the night air, the smooth vines writhing to manipulate your body, as Halsin's might wills it.

His fingers languidly stroke in long, pumping motions, driving his fingers deep, to almost the point of leaving you empty, only to return to stuff your cunt once more.

You whine at the torturously slow movement, bucking your hips to feel more friction.

"Please.. please Halsin." You moan, shaking your head back and fore.

"Please, what my heart?" He responds, increasing the fervency of his plunging digits. You groan between your lips at the delightful friction pulsing at your core.

"Is this what you want, what you need?" He snarls through bared teeth, "to be primed and satisfied before taking my cum deep inside you? Before I claim you, make you mine again, mark your womb with my seed?"

His fingers pounding inside your throbbing walls, thumb fluttering against the nub of your clit. He never falters, never waivers. His strength and resilience present in everything he does. The perfect pace and power to unmake you, to bring you to the precipice of unabashed, euphoric glory.

You tilt your head up, exposing your neck to him, "Choke me, please.. please, my love." You beg, desperation laced heavily in your tone.

He lays his large hand back on the stretched line of your neck, nodding as a wordless instruction. You take a long inhale and as you reach the top of your lungs, he begins to squeeze on the sides of your throat; his thumb and peace fingers pressing on the pulse points under your jaw.

His expression hardens, mouth tense, as he huffs through his teeth from exertion. His thick, unyielding fingers thrusting and curling, pounding against your soaked lips.

Your body strains, every sinew singing as your ears begin to pulse and brew with the blood rushing through your veins. Your heart thumping hard against the prison of your ribcage. Supressing the fight, or flight response, you embrace the sweet sensation of breathlessness.

Halsin's face dark and maddened above you, his massive frame shrouding yours, as he squeezes only a fraction of his strength against your throat. A feral, but unsure grin begins to snarl across his mouth; tongue pressing hard against the sharp ridges of his teeth.

Although he had had his reservations when you'd suggested choking during sex, you could see it in his expression; his tender, loving heart was hesitantly enjoying the more wicked side of your carnal desires.

Your release was imminent. You could feel it bubbling, feel it rising within you. You try to call out in pleasure but it's contained by Halsin's tight grasp. The pitched whines eek through strangulation and your eyes loll back into your head, every inch of your skin singing.

Your head was pounding, veins feeling twice their size as they thrum through your skull. The tadpole wriggling against the lack of oxygen, adding to the bliss of being choked.

But your lungs start to burn, you need to take some sort of breath in. You look at Halsin and pointedly blink twice at him, he immediately relinquishes his hold. You take in three large gulps of air, the pressure in your head diminishing from finding air.

"Again, please. I need to cum like this. It feels so good." You pant, whining and biting down on your bottom lip, wriggling against the vine restraints.

He nods to you again, you inhale and he resumes his snare on your throat. Warbling noises of ecstacy make it passed Halsin's hold, as your eyes roll once more into the back of your head.

"I need you to cum for me, my heart. You look so perfect trapped beneath me like this, my hand around your throat and my fingers buried inside your dripping cunt." He rumbles through a tight jaw. His efforts re-double, pumping faster inside your clenching walls.

Pitched moans and groans of desperate, pining need pulse against his grip. Your body begins to tremble, to shake, at the threat of oblivion.

"Cum for me, my beautiful heart." He whispers at your breathless lips, squeezing firmer.

Your orgasm grips you tight and low, wrapping it's fist around your release even tighter than Halsin's firm grasp, ricocheting from your core to exploding outward.

Your body convulses, spasms under his hold, the shock of your intense euphoria taking you both by surprise. You try to scream, your vocal chords vibrating against Halsin's toughened palm.

He finally releases your throat and the sound of your cries echo out through the long night, ravenous and deranged. Low, growling moans shiver and quake from your exhausted lungs, as they try to take in the lost air.

The cool night burns into your chest as you regain yourself, sharp inhales and long breathy exhales. The wide, blissed grin on your face evidence of your satisfaction.

Time slows, broils down to the pounding of your veins, the twitching after shocks of orgasm and the heady high of asphyxiation. You feel Halsin's soft lips peppering kisses against your collarbone, pressing them into the sides of your neck, into your hair. His calloused hand smoothes down your face, cupping your jaw.

You blink, finally focusing your eyes on Halsin's handsome face, his features shrouded in astounded awe and lust.

"If should live another 300 years, I'd wager I shall never see such a sight again. You are truly breathtaking, my love." Following his praises with an all-consuming kiss, one that curled your toes and clenched your cunt around his still lingering fingers.

You were still unable to speak, the force of your orgasm stunting your ability to form words; words that your mind screams at you to say.

"You are.. incredible. Thank you." You smile deliriously, nuzzling your nose against his warm skin.

"And you felt safe?" He ventures, withdrawing his hand from inside you, to rest on your hip, leaving you feeling empty without his intimate touch.

"Yes love, you took immense care of me." You nod with a loose neck and a slack jaw.

"I must admit, I was concerned when you approached me on this topic but now I see just how much you enjoy it, I can promise to include it more in our love making." He confesses, gazing down at you with a serene desire, "It is not the first time I've been asked to choke someone during sex but it's been more 'spur of the moment'."

"It's something that needs a conversation, for sure. You can't just pull that one out mid-fuck without some sort of forewarning." You muse, laughing gently.

He returns the chuckle, "Some kind of agreed upon sign is greatly appreciated and seemed to work well in our case."

You nod, smiling and sighing contentedly. A comfortable moment passes over the two of you within the glade, the sounds of nature murmuring around you, the smell of the wet grass. It's oddly mediative as you lay on the smoothed rock below.

You sigh again, resting your head to one side, the pounding finally coming to rest. You see Halsin's proud, thick erection begging to be used, still waiting to be satisfied too.

"Well, you know there is another way to choke me." you suggest with a feign of innocence, his eyebrow irks to an arch.

"Oh yes?" He inquiries nonchalantly, rearranging his knees to kneel up on one foot. Taking his broad cock in one hand, pumping the length as he inches it closer to you.

"Yes, and you'd have both hands free." You trace your bottom lip with your tongue, already salivating at the thought of him stuffed down your throat.

His face pulls into a mischievous grin, as he gestures his hand to manipulate the vines once more, pulling your arms wide apart. Halsin moves to straddle your chest, still masturbating. The glisten of your release still lingering on his fingers mixing onto his cock.

"Maybe for a time, but I intend to cum inside you tonight. If I may be so bold as to ask?" He ventures, looking down upon you through lidded eyes, his other hand reaching down to graze the backs of his fingers against your cheek.

"I never could refuse such a beautiful man. There was talk of making me yours again? Marking me. I do love it when I can see your finger bruises on my hips." You tilt your head to the side, biting your bottom lip and lowering your lashes.

"Mm.. bruise you, sucker kisses on your flesh so all can see who you belong to." He growls through his teeth, precum beading from his measured blows.

You narrow your eyes, regarding him within the willing helplessness of your restrained situation, "That's uncharacteristically possessive of you Halsin."

"Forgive me, just this once. You smell, particularly good this evening." He raises the back of your head and lowers his cock into you awaiting mouth.

You suckle on the large, purplish head; tasting the sweet and salt of his essence as you tongue the slit. He groans to the sky, his breath catching, as you swirl around against the ridges. He lowers your head back down to arrange himself comfortably. You glance up to meet his piercing eye contact, unconsciously biting your bottom lip.

"Well, it would be a shame to waste such a tight, wet cunt ripe for claiming, wouldn't it?" You keen through baited breath, your pussy clenching down on his enormous size already.

"It would be an abysmal shame," he gasps, as you suck him into your mouth, wrapping your lips around him fully. He grabs the sides of your head and grunts as he slides his length slowly, inching towards your begging throat.

His voice is raspy with lust as he instructs you, "Blink twice hard, my heart. Because I intend to enjoy this."

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I hope I did the ficspriration justice 🤭 Feel free to peruse my other offerings 😏✨

I've also seen this pic below (can't find the artist again!) and it's brought up feelings of a switcheroo situation.. y'all interested? 👀😏

[senawashere]

selam guzelim :3

i want a DI husband leon x female reader something mayhaps a domestic smut – okay okay now hear me out!! leon and reader had a kid (a girl bcz everybody is a sucker for girldad! leon please 😭) she’s like actively up to mischief + can’t stop making a mess in the house yes and finally leon says you should leave the kid with grandparents or something (it’s for the get rid of the kid project so that leon can take you out to dinner and eat you out afterwards) 🙂‍↕️

Just two of us.

Husband!Di!leon x wife!fem!reader

Summary: Leon needs some alone time with his wife,so why not call it a date?

Warnings: !SMUT! !MDI! Pure smut,piv,oral sex,mention of biting and blood,breeding kink,mentions of having kids.

A/n: @shinigamigloss bunu uzun suredir istedigini bildigim icin erken bayram hediyem olsun🫶🏻 thx for the request bby😽

It started with the sound of something crashing in the kitchen.

“Jesus Christ—” Leon groaned, throwing his head back against the couch. “That’s the third time today.”

You sighed, already knowing what—or rather, who—the culprit was. The same culprit who had somehow managed to spill an entire bowl of cereal that morning, scribble all over Leon’s mission reports with a red crayon, and nearly knock over the TV in her latest attempt to climb onto the console table. Your daughter. Your little hurricane of chaos wrapped up in pigtails and the sweetest damn smile that always made Leon fold like a deck of cards.

And right on cue, she came dashing into the living room, giggling, her tiny hands suspiciously covered in what looked like flour. “Mama! Daddy!” she chirped, her eyes sparkling with unfiltered delight. “I made a cake!”

Leon blinked. “You… what?”

Just as he spoke, the kitchen door swung open slightly wider, revealing an unholy mess of flour, eggs, and what you could only assume was an entire bag of sugar coating the countertops.

“Oh my God,” you breathed.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Leon muttered, rubbing a hand down his face in exasperation. “We need a break.”

You gave him a pointed look, already accustomed to his dramatic declarations of fatherhood fatigue. “Leon—”

“No, listen, babe.” He turned to you, dead serious. “Operation: Get Rid of the Kid.”

You snorted, but he wasn’t joking. “We send her to your parents for the weekend, let them get a taste of the little menace they helped create. And then…” His voice dipped lower, eyes darkening just slightly. “You and I go out. Just us.”

Your brows lifted, catching the shift in his tone immediately. “Oh?”

He smirked, already leaning closer, hands lazily tracing over your thigh. “Dinner first. I’ll even pull out the suit you like.”

“Mm, and after dinner?”

He hummed, pretending to think, but his fingers curled against your skin in a way that made heat pool low in your stomach. “I’d take you somewhere special. Have you to myself for once. No interruptions. And then…” His lips brushed against your ear, voice dropping to a slow, sinful murmur. “I’d take my time eating something way better than dinner.”

Your breath hitched.

A flour-covered hand suddenly smacked against Leon’s knee, making him jolt. “Daddy! Pay attention to meee!”

Leon shot you a look of pure suffering while you fought back laughter. Your daughter grinned up at him, completely oblivious to how she had just ruined what was about to be a very, very promising conversation.

“See?” he grumbled. “Grandparents. This weekend. If they can’t then i will beg Chris and Claire to babysit.”

You laughed, ruffling your daughter’s hair before shooting Leon a knowing look. “Fine. But you’d better make that dinner worth it.”

“Oh, I will.”

And something in the way he said it made you think you might not even make it to dinner at all.

—

Dropping your daughter off at your parents’ house was… an experience. She clung to your leg like a koala, her big eyes shining with betrayal.

“You’re leaving me?” she sniffled, her tiny lips wobbling.

Leon crouched to her level, smoothing down her hair. “Hey, you love Nana and Papa, don’t you?”

She pouted. “Yeah.”

“And they have cookies,” he added, smirking when she perked up slightly. “Way more than Mama lets you have.”

“Hey!” You smacked his arm playfully, but it worked. She hesitated, then let go of your leg to sprint toward her grandparents, already babbling about cookies.

Leon stood, exhaling in relief. “Alright, let’s go before she changes her mind.”

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Back home, you slipped into a sleek white dress while Leon got ready in the bedroom. When he emerged in that navy suit, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve, you let out a low whistle.

“Well, don’t you clean up nice?”

His eyes dragged over you, pupils dilating. “Look who’s talking.” He stepped closer, voice husky. “Are we sure we have to go to dinner?”

You laughed, shoving his chest. “Yes, Leon. I’m hungry.”

“Me too but for something else.” he muttered, but you ignored the implication, grabbing his hand and leading him out the door.

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Dinner was… perfect. A quiet, candlelit table, good wine, and Leon’s undivided attention. He leaned in as you spoke, fingers tracing idle circles on your wrist, the heat in his gaze only growing throughout the night.

By the time dessert was served, he was barely listening. His hand had moved to your thigh under the table, squeezing just enough to send a message.

“Leon,” you warned.

He just smirked, voice low. “Check, please.”

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As the valet took the keys to their sleek, black sedan, Leon turned to Y/n, his eyes hidden behind a pair of aviator sunglasses. "Ready, darling?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. Y/n nodded, her heart fluttering as she took in the magnificence of the luxurious hotel where they would spend the whole night. The building was a masterpiece of modern architecture, all glass and steel, reflecting the vibrant cityscape.

The lobby was a bustling hive of activity, but Leon navigated through the crowd with ease, his hand resting possessively on the small of Y/n's back. You could feel the heat of his touch through the thin fabric of your silk dress, a promise of what was to come. As you approached the reception desk, you admired the grandeur of the atrium, the classical music wafting from the grand piano in the corner, and the unmistakable scent of fresh roses that filled the air.

Leon checked you in, his voice a low rumble as he spoke to the receptionist. You watched as the young woman behind the desk batted her eyelashes at him, her smile a little too wide. You felt a pang of jealousy but suppressed it, knowing that Leon only had eyes for you. As if sensing your thoughts, Leon turned and winked at you, his smirk deepening.

"I've booked the honeymoon suite for us," Leon said as you stepped into the elevator, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. Your eyes widened in surprise. The honeymoon suite held memories of your passionate past, of the first time you both had escaped from the world, losing yourself in each other's embrace. You felt a familiar heat stirring in her belly, her breath hitching slightly.

As the elevator ascended, Leon turned to face you fully, his sunglasses now tucked into the collar of his shirt. His eyes, a piercing blue, bored into yours with an intensity that made your knees weak. He backed you against the wall of the elevator, his hands gripping her hips, his thumbs tracing circles on your skin.

"Do you remember, Y/n?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "Do you remember how I made you scream my name in that suite?"

Your breath hitched again, your body responding to his words, his touch. You nodded, your eyes never leaving his. "Yes," you whispered. "I remember."

Leon's hands moved from your hips, sliding up your body, his thumbs grazing the sides of her breasts. Your nipples hardened, straining against the lace of your bra. Leon's eyes flicked down, noticing the reaction, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

The elevator pinged, announcing their arrival at their floor. Leon stepped back, adjusting his shirt, a casual gesture that belied the hungry look in his eyes. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself as you stepped out of the elevator.

As they walked down the hall, Leon's hand returned to the small of your back, his fingers splayed possessively. A group of men, clearly on a business trip, passed them, their eyes lingering on you a little too long. Leon's grip tightened, his body tensing slightly. He turned to the men, a cold look in his eyes.

"Gentlemen," he said, his voice a low growl. "I suggest you keep your eyes to yourselves. This one's taken."

The men quickly averted their gazes, murmuring apologies as they hurried past. You looked up at Leon, a mixture of surprise and arousal coursing through you. You loved this side of him, the possessive men who would do anything to protect what was his.

As you entered the honeymoon suite, You gasped at the sheer opulence of it. The room was decorated in shades of gold and cream, a massive four-poster bed taking center stage. The bed was draped in luxurious silk sheets, a chilled bottle of champagne sitting in a bucket of ice nearby.

Leon came up behind you, his arms wrapping around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. "What do you think, darling?" he murmured, his breath hot on your ear.

You leaned back against him, your body molding to his. "It's perfect, Leon," you whispered. "Just like our first time."

Leon's hands began to roam, his fingers deftly unbuttoning the back of your dress. "And just like our first time," he growled, "I'm going to make you scream my name, my love. I'm going to make you beg for more."

Your dress fell open, revealing your lace-clad breasts, her nipples already hard and aching. Leon's hands cupped them, his thumbs circling the sensitive peaks. You moaned, head falling back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed.

Leon's mouth was on your neck, his teeth nipping at the skin, his tongue soothing the sting. His hands left your breasts, sliding down your body, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your lace panties. He pushed them down, his knuckles brushing against your mound.

You stepped out of your panties, kicking them aside. Leon's fingers returned to you, parting your folds, his thumb circling your clit. You gasped,hips bucking against his hand. You could feel his erection, hard and insistent, pressing against your ass.

Leon's fingers plunged into you, his thumb keeping a steady rhythm on your clit. Your body was on fire, your breath coming in short gasps, your hips moving in time with his thrusts. You could feel orgasm building, your body tensing, your inner muscles clenching around his fingers.

"Leon," you gasped, hands gripping his arms, her nails digging into his skin. "Oh god, Leon, I'm going to come."

Leon's teeth bit down on your shoulder, the sudden pain sending you over the edge. You screamed his name, body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over you. Leon's fingers slowed, his thumb circling your clit gently as you rode out your orgasm.

As your breathing returned to normal, Leon spun you around, his mouth crashing down on yours. You could taste the blood on his lips, but you didn't care. You wanted him, all of him, the good and the bad, the sweet and the savage. That's the proof of the ring on your finger.

Leon's hands were on your ass, lifting you, your legs wrapping around his waist. He carried you to the bed, laying you down gently, his body covering yours. His cock was hard against you, and you could feel the cool metal of his zipper pressing into your skin.

Your hands fumbled with his belt, your fingers clumsy in your haste. Leon chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. He batted your hands away, undoing his belt and zipper with practiced ease. He pushed his pants and boxer down, his cock springing free, hard and ready.

Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of him. As if you haven’t seen him. He was huge, his cock thick and long, the head already glistening with pre-cum. You reached out, your fingers wrapping around him, thumb smearing the bead of moisture over the sensitive tip.

Leon's hips jerked, a growl tearing from his throat. "Fuck, baby," he rasped. "If you keep doing that, I won't last long."

You smiled, a wicked glint in your eyes. "Then don't last," you said, voice a sultry purr. "Come for me, Leon. Come all over me."

Leon's eyes darkened, a feral look crossing his face. He straddled you, his cock in his hand, his strokes fast and hard. You watched, body aching with need, pussy clenching with anticipation. Playing with your titts as you look at him with doe eyes.

With a roar, Leon came, his hot seed spurting onto Your stomach,breasts, neck. You gasped at the feel of it, the hot, sticky mess a testament to his desire for you. Leon's body shuddered, the last of his orgasm wracking through him.

As his breathing returned to normal, Leon looked down at you, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "Your turn, darling," he growled, his hands sliding up your body, smearing his cum into your skin.

Your body arched into his touch, breath hitching as his fingers found your nipples, pinching and twisting them. Leon's mouth followed, his tongue lapping at the sensitive peaks, his teeth nipping and biting.

Leon's mouth trailed down your body, his tongue licking up the remnants of his cum. He settled between your legs, his shoulders pushing your thighs wide. You looked down at him, your eyes meeting his, a silent challenge passing between you both.

Leon's tongue flicked out, a quick, teasing lick against your clit. Your hips bucked, a gasp escaping from your lips. Leon's hands gripped your hips, holding her still as his tongue began to work in earnest. He licked and sucked, his teeth grazing against sensitive bud, his tongue plunging into your pussy.

Your body was on fire, breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Your hands fisted in the silk sheets, head thrashing from side to side. You could feel the orgasm building, your body tensing,inner muscles clenching.

Leon's tongue moved faster, his sucks became harder, his teeth grazing against you with just the right amount of pressure. You screamed his name as you came, body convulsing, hips bucking against his mouth.

Leon rode out your orgasm, his tongue lapping at your pussy gently, his hands soothing your trembling body. As your breathing returned to normal, Leon moved up your body, his cock once again hard and ready.

He positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes meeting yours. "Are you ready, darling?" he murmured, his voice a low growl.

You nodded,body aching with need. "Yes," you whispered. "Fuck me, Leon. Make me a mama one more time,please."

With a growl, Leon thrust into her, his cock filling her completely. “Fuck,darling. Are you sure?”

With your nod he thrusted fast and hard. You gasped, your body stretching to accommodate him. Leon's hips began to move, his thrusts slow and steady but deep enough so his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside you that made you see stars.

Your hips moved in time with his, your bodies moving in sync, breaths mingling, moans and skin slapping sound filling the air. Leon's thrusts became harder, faster, his body slamming into yours, his cock hitting your G-spot with every thrust. “Yes yes yes! Like that baby!”

You could feel your orgasm building, body tensing, legs trembling around his waist. Leon's body was tense above yours, his breath coming in short gasps, his hips moving erratically. “I’m coming baby. Gonna make you mama again. Fuck!”

With a roar, Leon came, his hot seed spilling into your, his cock pulsing with his release. The feel of him coming inside you sent you over the edge, body convulsing as your own orgasm tore through you. “Oh my god!”

Leon collapsed on top of you, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in short gasps. Your arms wrapped around him, holding him close, your body sated and content.

As both of your breathing returned to normal, Leon rolled off you, pulling you into his arms. Still inside of you. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"I love you so much, darling," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "You gonna make me a daddy again?”

You snuggled closer to him, a contented sigh escaping your lips. You couldn't wait to see what else he had in store for you. But for now, you were happy to lay here in his arms, your body sated, her heart full,belly full of his seed.

As you both lay there, the sound of your breaths filling the air, the world outside faded away. It was just the two of you, lost in each other, lost in love. When Leon got up to clean you up,you thought to ourself. And you knew, no matter what happened, no matter where they went, as long as they were together, they could face anything.

And as you drifted off to sleep, safe and warm in Leon's arms, you knew that this was just the beginning of their new journey. A journey filled with love, laughter, and a whole lot of passion. And she couldn't wait to see where it would take them.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“İmpossible.”

—

The morning after, you stirred to the feeling of strong arms wrapped around you, Leon’s chest warm against your back. His lips ghosted over your shoulder.

“Morning, beautiful,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.

You hummed, shifting slightly. “Mmm. We should do this more often.”

He chuckled, squeezing your waist. “Agreed.”

Then his phone buzzed. A message from your parents.

Leon read it and groaned. “She woke them up at six a.m. demanding pancakes. We’re definitely getting payback for that one.”

You laughed, rolling over to press a kiss to his jaw. “Until then… how about we enjoy the peace and quiet a little longer?”

He smirked, flipping you onto your back. “Oh, I plan to.”

And by the look in his eyes, round two was definitely happening.

---

Oh ma gawd i missed writing 😔

Taglist: @shinigamigloss @eternalsams

[somnambuletta]

shotgun (mdni 🔞)

(implied continuation of sex scene, minor fondling, grinding, making out in brian's tetanus feeding-ground of a truck.)

the truck is older than sin, and twice as mean.

the seats are torn; gutted down the middle with stuffing spilling out like something killed. the dashboard is cracked, the vents cough dust instead of air, and the whole thing reeks of smoke, oil, and something tangy- sharp. like metal. like blood, maybe.

you don't care. not when brian is kissing you like this- hoodie bunched in your fists, the fabric old, fraying at the seams. you don't care about that, either. you're hauling him closer, dragging yourself into his lap because the space between you is wrong- unbearable, and his hands- god, his hands- are already moving. grabbing at the meat of your thighs, pulling you down onto him.

the truck groans under your weight. the suspension is shit- the doors don't lock. the radio crackles every time it sings- the windows are fogged up, dripping with condensation, sweat pooling at the base of your spine because it's hot in here. it's humid- it's suffocating, it's--

"fuck," he breaths against your mouth, voice shredded and guttural. a beast defeated by something that lodges pinpricks in its throat. his hands- large and rough- dig into your hips, dragging you closer until your knees are crammed into the metal bearings of the two-seaters backing, heels grazing your sides in aerobic cramps. the pressure makes your head snap back- lips parting on a sharp inhale.

brian follows. of course, he follows.

his mouth finds your throat, teeth scraping over skin, his breath hot, damp, near drooling against your jugular. a hand slips up, fingers spreading over your back, palm pressing hard between your shoulder blades to keep you exactly where he wants you.

you roll your hips down- slow, teasing. the noise that leaves his throat is barely earthen.

"don't", he warns. you do it again, and his fingers tighten. pressure a promise- a remonstrance, whatever it may be.

"don't play with me, swee'eart", he mutters against your skin, voice-drawled, smoke-wrapped and a husk of southern lilting. you grin, tongue swiping over teeth like doe testing for peril. "ah.. who says i'm playin'?"

brian’s eyes flick to your mouth, watching you lather your teeth, and the air thickens between you. his hand flexes against your thigh—just barely. but it’s enough to make your breath catch, to make you feel the weight of his gaze like a weight on your chest.

"not playin', huh?" his voice is softer now, but still low, dangerous—a whispering edge to it. "you sure 'bout that, darlin'?"

the pet name drips from his tongue, slow and syrupy, just to watch you react. his other hand ghosts over your waist, dragging light enough to make your skin prickle. "see?" he murmurs, "i think you like bein' smart. you love this game, don'tcha?" his fingers slip under the hem of your shirt, grazing bare skin, and he clicks his tongue when he feels you shiver.

"ohhh— there it is.. sweet thing, you’re shakin'.."

your breath stutters. you want to snap at him, to tell him to stop teasing, but brian can see right through you.

"wound up 'lready." he exhales a quiet laugh, almost pitying. "my poor girl. what am i gonna do with you?"

he already knows.

his touch moves slow, a deliberate torture, skimming up your ribs, just under your shirt. he’s not rushing this. no, brian likes to draw it out, to make you feel every second of his attention- infatuation dragging his fingertips along your skin to pick up distinctive evidence. his nose brushes your jaw as he leans in, voice dipping low, mocking. "ya' wanted my attention, didn't you?"

fingers trail higher, teasing the side of your breast, never quite touching, never quite giving you what you need. you push up into his touch, trying to silently beg, but he just chuckles. "desperate," he murmurs, lips barely brushing your skin.

"y'know, i could keep this up all night. just sit 'ere and watch you fall 'part." his thumb finally, finally ghosts over your mammilla, through the thin fabric of your shirt. "and god, you’d let me, wouldn’t ya'?"

you puff, hand joggling up to catch his wrist- albeit he catches yours instead, thumb pressing against your pulse with a famine in his drooping gaze. "ah-ah", he tuts - "where's that fire, swee'eart? you were so damn bold a second 'go." his grip softens, dragging your palms down, forcing them to rest against his stomach. "now look at'cha. all quiet."

brian's hands return to their slow, maddening exploration- fingers dancing down the sides of your ribcage, creeping up the front of your eggshell splotched tank top. he grips the fabric, polyester pulling higher, inch by inch. "see how long that lasts, hm?"

you swallow hard, and he tilts his head, watching you through hooded eyes that look too damn sinful with the grin pulling at the corners of his lips. "yeah," he murmurs, "you love this. think you love it when i talk ya' through it, too" the grin finally breaks into something devilish- jaw tight, but gums stretching as he drags his knuckles over your navel. "bet it gets you all dumb, huh?"

you could deny it- tell him he's full of shit, that he's by far the most egotistical prick you've ever met- hormone incarnate, constantly flirting with testosterone. but your body betrays you- breath hitching, thighs squeezing the sides of his own with a growing discomfort that is beginning to make itself all too present. and he eats it up.

"c'mon baby." his voice drops to something low, molten and seeping. seeping.

"tell me how bad ya' want it."

[kaunis-sielu]

Small town, Big City: 3

You and Steve end up talking at Bucky’s for two hours before your phone rings. It’s an unknown number so you pick up assuming it’s Nat.

“Hey.”

“Baby. I’m so glad you answered.” Your heart sinks when you hear Brock’s voice. “Where are you?”

“Brock,” you say his name and Steve’s gaze meets yours. “I told you, I’m going home. We’re over.”

“Come on baby gimme another chance.”

“No, don’t call me again.” You tell him before hanging up the phone and blocking the number. “That’s the fifth call.” You tell Steve, “it’s like, what an asshole.”

“I’m sorry. I wish there was something I could do.”

“You’ve done more than enough, bandaged my wound, got me a tow truck, helped me eat my scone and muffin. All you’ve done today is protect and serve.” Steve chuckles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Your phone rings again and you look anxiously down at it, Steve tilts his head and you turn the phone so he can read it better.

“That’s Nat.”

“Thanks,” you tell him as you pluck the phone off of the table. “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Nat. Can you come back to the shop?”

“Yea, I’m just at Bucky’s so I’ll be there in a couple minutes.”

“Sounds good.” She says before hanging up.

“Sounds like Nat’s done with my car.” You tell Steve standing up. “What do I do with the plate and stuff?”

“I can take them. There’s a little dish return spot at the counter.”

“Thank you, for everything.” You tell him, honestly you’re kind of sad to be leaving him. He’s been so nice, hanging out with you and helping you off the side of the road. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s handsome as sin, literally the most attractive man you’ve ever seen.

You walk into Nat’s shop five minutes later, you’re kicking yourself that you didn’t at least ask for Steve’s number, you know just in case.

“Hey. So bad news. I think the car is totaled.” Nat says wiping her hands on a towel.

“What?”

“It’s going to cost more for me to fix your radiator and the serpentine belt than the car is worth. By at least 3 grand. And even then if I get those fixed you’ve got almost 300 thousand miles on this car and the back axel probably won’t make it all the way back to Illinois.”

“Shit.” You don’t have the money to fix that much on the car, and certainly don’t have enough to just buy a new car. “Shit.” You say again running your hand through your hair.

“I know, I’m so sorry.” Nat says and you can tell that she is sorry. “I can buy it off of you for five for parts but I think that’s the best offer you’re going to get. Especially out here.”

“Is there somewhere I can stay the night while I figure things out?”

“Not here. There’s a place over in Hala but that’s a three hour round trip.”

“Great.” You say sarcastically, “Okay let me get some of my stuff out of the back. Is there somewhere I could pitch a tent?”

“Let me make a call really quick. I bet I can find somewhere you can crash for the night.”

“You don’t have to do that. I can camp I don’t mind.” Nat waves you off as she pulls her phone from her pocket and heads away from you. You open the back door and pull one of your bags from it then pop the trunk and grab the tent. Just in case. You’d rather sleep in the tent than in some stranger’s house.

“I wouldn’t camp tonight.” A male voice says from behind you and you nearly jump out of your skin he startles you so bad. When you look over your shoulder you see a blond haired man in a deputy’s uniform standing in the garage doorway. “It’s supposed to storm pretty bad. I’m Clint. Nat’s husband.”

“Hi, I’m T.”

“Nice to meet the new girl in town. But seriously, it’s too dangerous to be camping tonight.”

“I can always sleep in my car.”

“Or you can sleep in the spare room at my place.” Steve says walking into the garage. Buck and I used to live together but now he’s got a place above the bakery so I’ve got a spare room.”

“You’ve already helped me out so much today. Honestly, you really don’t need to. I can crash in my car.” You assure him and Steve shakes his head.

“Remember, protect and serve? I really don’t mind. Besides, I have a dog.”

“You only said that because I’m a vet and I love animals.”

“Did it work?” You sigh heavily,

“Yea. Fine. But I’m paying you.”

“Nope.”

“Yes. Or I sleep in my car.” You argue, Clint and Nat watch on in amusement.

“Okay fine. We can talk about it when we get there. Come on.” He says plucking your bag from the floor. “Is it okay if we walk? It’s like 2 streets down.”

“Yea, most of the traveling I do is walking.” You tell him as you follow him out the door. An idea hits as the two of you walk past the pet store. “Oh my god! Steve, does Knowhere have a Veterinarian?”

“Sorta, Stan isn’t a licensed one but he knows his stuff. He’s also 86 so he doesn’t do much treatment anymore. Why?”

“I can’t afford a new car right now, I’m going to need to find a way to make some money. I saw the cattle on the way into town, maybe I could set something up with Stan and the pet store to do some actual treatment of animals. Vaccines, surgeries, births whatever. Are there places for rent here?”

“I’m looking for a roommate.”

“Seriously? Or are you just saying that to be nice?”

“Seriously. We don’t get a lot of new people out here, the school has the highest turnover of anywhere. I don’t know how much business you’ll get, but you could talk to Stan. The other thing you could do is work at Bucky’s. He’s working himself to death, at the bakery every damn day.” He says as he leads you up the walkway for a cute little white house, the door is black and so are the shutters on the front window. It’s an adorable little house, the only thing missing, in your opinion, are some flowers.

“Home sweet home.” Steve says with a smile over at you.

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[oforchestralsteel]

"There is always something that can be done, old friend. Whenever it is, whatever it is- I can help you. I will not budge on this one." Knowing that these markings did not need to be here, that these wounds were merely the result of someone being unable to let the bird fly free of the cage continued the blaze inside of him. If there was one thing Atticus hated it was someone stopping another from being free. "Let us keep ourselves decent," He whispered and then gently let go of the other. "What of mine? Ah. The person that is preventing me from bending to your flirtatious ways?" He smiled, almost smirking. "Or am I misinterpreting your questions?"

There's a breath. Silence. "My sins are my own. Between me and the darkness I whisper them to. I would not burden anyone with them."

At the other's attempt, Atticus is quick to put his hands back onto Tobias, but this time with a drastic less amount of intimacy. "That was a kiss to convey all of this, but I will not be moving from my mind, Tobias. I could not do that to myself. To you. To anyone. It would be unfair." The smile on his face is a little sadder now, eyes clouded, "I am just unable and that is that. Your best attempts best be used on someone who can appreciate them properly. Leave me to my sullen ways."

“You wanting to help means more than I can say but there is nothing to be done.” Even if he could get a letter to his lost love, he wouldn’t know where to send it. “We travelled many places together and it was never either of our habits to spend too long in one place.” For many reasons. Sometimes they would tire quickly of the place and other times they had caused too much trouble and had to leave. Still, it was all a fun time. Feeling another’s hands so gently touch his wounds was a new feeling. He’d held his breath the instant he felt it, shit his eyes and let it go. “I’ve had worse injuries and bare harsher scars than whatever these will heal to,” he says quiet and opening his eyes to lock into Atticus. “I’d show you, but I’d have to be quite indecent…” Flirting was an easy thing for him to fall back to. A default always and used to deflect when he became a bit too vulnerable. As well-meaning as Atticus’ words, they stung but he didn’t let it show. The thought that he was not meant to be with his love maybe hid in the back of his mind but never crept out enough to take root in his thoughts. “What of yours? If you want to say.”

A curious look came upon his face. “You? No saint?” Complete disbelief that eh didn’t bother attempting to hide. “Unless you were to prove it.”

The kiss was a surprise, but Tobias instantly fell into it, moving deeper into it and holding onto Atticus as tight as he could even when it ended abruptly. “I’ll take whatever you offer, except pity,” he replies catching his breath and licking his own lips as If to catch more of the taste lingering on them. “Be as sullen as you want to be, I’m not going to judge or try to change it.” He leans in for another kiss with a hungered edge to it before moving his mouth away but keeping the distance close.

[cheekyvank]

sister daniel x midnight cowboy by jade

[confusedgoldenflower]

Exactly this!

(Pls DON’T delete this op, I have things to say)

Also, if fIcTiOn DoEsN’t EfFeCt ReAlItY and yOu’R tOo SmArT tO bE InFlUeNcEd (and ableist), explain to me how propoganda, subliminal messaging (namely in adds and sociatal biases), item placement, or lessons and morals in kid’s and adult media alike. And, oh, right, how it’s not harmful to post it accessibly and without adequate tagging, warnings, or framing. Or how sitting in trauma and worse trauma for characters you feel a connection to is helpful at all in the least (and why the fuck that needs to be public).

I consider there to be two categories of Why I Write/Read. Those are: longing or love, and fascination (positive and negative). The former is what you enjoy or would like to experience in real life, like someone writing a Hate to Love pairing in which they come together logically, and massages being given by compassionate partners. Or a revenge fantasy. Obviously, this also includes the smut. While the latter is something interesting; sci-fi is fascinating like Pacific Rim and so are murder mysteries, but I’d never survive those universes. This can include character studies or explorations of topics or dynamics.

Obviously this can be “violated” by constraints such as reviewing a story or writing for a challenge (though I don’t know why you wouldn’t choose something that engages you in some way).

For example, I’ve written a story that includes religion and explores it, but it very clearly has a message of “this boy is hurting himself and that’s not okay,” not “he’s hurting himself because of his/the religion and that’s okay because he’s sinned.”

You see how either way, it means something to you as the writer (and reader)? If you create or consume a lot of prononcon, I and anyone else have absolutely every right to be concerned, because what does it mean to you that you’re wilfully consuming or creating content that glorifies, normalizes, romanticizes and sexualizes pedophilia, necrophilia, abusive relationships, etc. You write children being abused for fun? Your honor, release the search history.

why fiction DOES affect reality - a really bad rant by a bored anti radqueer

so radqueers and proshippers keep saying this and i need to state why its not true

im using proship as a catch all term, so it includes darkshipping proshipping comshipping etc

first of all, influence. we can experience emotions in reality due to fiction, and fiction can change our opinions. for example, spreading awareness in the form of fiction. that affects reality!!! i constantly think of "ohhh these people on the internet are awful" "ohhh im gonna say this if someone on the internet says this to me" "ohhh i hate that piece of media" now, is the internet fiction? is media fiction? yes! do those thoughts affect reality? yes!

now also, really just about proshippers here. shipping illegal ships, especially publicly, normalizes those dynamics. its not normal for an adult to love a child. its not normal for someone to hurt the person theyre in love with. proshipping normalizes these things.

using proshipping as a coping mechanism isnt healthy whatsoever, especially if youre sharing it online. putting pedophila, s/a, etc in a positive light isnt really good at all. to put a character in that situation, but keeping it as in "i just want a character to relate to, im not putting this in a positive light whatsoever" id say is okay.

to the proshippers that proship for fun, and to the radqueers, why. literally what the fuck please actually explain to me why you think thats okay

[itsdefinitely]

do you think boy jerry contemplates clawing his eyes out sometimes

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

thinking priest!geto thoughts again :(((

you’re both a little rotten . it’s a stench that sticks to your skin and you can smell it off each other. there’s a certain kind of bond that only blooms between people who know the each other’s smile is fake, you know? and there’s a kind of trauma that lingers and rots and sticks to your bones and you can hide it with layers of clothing or heavy robes but people who have felt it themselves will always spot the signs . do you see what i’m saying. there’s something special between you when he says he loves his god and you know that he’s lying. there’s something special when you say you couldn’t care less if god thinks you’re sinful and he knows that you’re lying . because you can both smell it off each other. the sickening rot .

[kittenfangirl20]

Adam hugged the platypus close to him. Seeing so happy with the platypus made Lucifer so happy.

Adam: I am going to name him Perry.

Lucifer: I didn’t know you were a fan of Phineas and Ferb.

Adam: That show fucking rocks.

They decided to watch the show and spent the rest of the day laughing while Adam was holding his version of Perry.

Lucifer: You’re right, this show is really good.

Adam: Aside from the fact that Phineas and Ferb are step brothers, it kind of reminded me of our adventures in Eden. They always made me happy.

Lucifer remembered when he would go to the garden he would see Adam excitedly waiting for him. He would greet Lucifer with a hug and their adventures would begin.

Lucifer: Those were the best, just you and me exploring all Eden had to offer. Speaking of Eden, I called Queen Bee who is the Sin of Gluttony and she is going to bring some friendly animals that live in Eden to put in the garden.

The smile Adam got made it all worth it. His smile just made everything seem brighter.

Adam: I heard Gluttony is a tropical paradise.

Lucifer: It is, we can go someday since you aren’t a typical Sinner and are more of a fallen angel, you can travel to the other Rings.

Adam: I would like that, I would like to see other Rings as well.

Lucifer smiled imagining Adam exploring the jungles of Gluttony, relaxing on the beaches of Envy, and trying to befriend some of the more dangerous animals of Wrath. He then got an image of him taking Adam to Ozzie’s in Lust on a date and it made him blush.

Lucifer: I could take you to one of the Rings tonight.

Adam: Really, which one?

Lucifer: I was thinking of the Lust Ring as a date, I am good friends with Ozzie, Asmodeus and he owns a club that is really nice.

Adam: You want to take me on a date?

Lucifer: Yes.

A cute blush crossed Adam’s cheeks along with the smile.

Adam: I would love to go on a date with you.

Later Adam ran to Angel’s room, ever since he came to the hotel he befriended the spider Sinner along with his other friend Cherri and he frantically knocked on the door.

Angel: Hey Adam, do you need something?

Adam: I am going on a date with Luci, help me get ready.

It was as if Adam told Angel Sinsmas or Christmas was coming early this year.

Angel: I am going to make you so gorgeous that your short king won’t be able to keep his eyes and hands off of you.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

Hypnosis Au

Lucifer needed to find Adam, the angel had fallen and he wasn't adjusting well to life in Hell. He acted like it was a mistake, that he didn't belong here and that heaven would right the wrong.

But as time passed and Adam remained in Hell the gravity of the situation set in and he started to actually freak out.

Like today for example, Adam had been doing some prep work for dinner, staying at the hotel meant he had chores. He didn't like that one bit, Adam felt like he should get to do what he wants during the day said that's what Angel does.

Charlie explained that Angel has a job and he doesn't. All he did was roll his eyes and stomp away.

It was when he cut his finger showing that he had deep red blood instead of golden angelic blood in his veins did everything click for him.

Adam freaked out, when Charlie checked on him he pushed her out of the way and ran out the hotel's front door.

That's what Lucifer was doing now, looking for him. He was going to check the only place he could that Adam would go.

Heavens Embassy.

Sure enough when he got there the lobby was trashed, raging was going on in the other room.

Adam: PETER YOU COCK SUCKER!! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME GET SERA ON THE FUCKING LINE!!!!!!

Sera wasn't going to take his meeting request, she was too busy but Adam was too worked up.

Lucifer: Adam? Hey, calm down okay?

Adam turned and glared: YOU!! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!

He started throwing things at the devil and Lucifer knew he wasn't going to listen to reason. So he resorted to the last thing he could do, he'd have to grab ahold of Adam and look him in the eyes.

Lucifer would have to hypnotize him.

Lucifer: Adam, look at me.

Adam was in the midst of throwing something across the room when he heard the command, he felt the urge to listen to him.

Adam: Ok.

Lucifer: Good, now put that down and relax.

Adam did so, truthfully Lucifer felt bad doing this. But Adam was so upset and it upset to see him like this.

Lucifer: Let me hold you.

Lucifer held out his arms to Adam and the fallen first man just went into Lucifer’s arms as Lucifer hold him. He knew that he wasn’t going to use the hypnosis to make Adam do something sexual or violent. Just to calm him down.

Lucifer: Tell why you were so upset.

Adam looked up with tear filled eyes.

Adam: I didn’t think I would ever fall. I thought I was doing good. Everyone said I was doing good and then I fall like this.

Lucifer couldn’t help but feel bad hearing Adam talk like this, he just to not fail the people he cared for. He could even see that Lucifer’s opinion of Adam still mattered to him.

Lucifer: You are still good.

Adam: Then why did I fall?

Lucifer: Because others failed you.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

[penisbilt]

one of my only surviving memories of one of the churches my parents tried when i was a teenager, the pastor spent like half the sermon ranting and raving and yelling about the blasphemic lady gaga and how she had recently sang "god bless the u.s.GAY" during her performance of the national anthem at like the superbowl or whatever and they unfurled a gay flag instead of an american flag or something and about how it was SO DISRESPECTFUL to GOD and our TROOPS and that gay people should be ASHAMED for this and how lady gaga must be the devil's attempt to influence OUR INNOCENT CHILDREN into doing EVIL. like turning them gay i guess. or something

[dennisboobs]

most annoying thing about being me is that i cannot engage with like. any fanon shit about dennis because i'm constantly on some advanced derangement and the stuff i thought two years ago when i was first getting comfy in the fandom is still the way everyone else looks at dennis but i'm like. yes but its Worse than this. you're like a quarter of the way there. this isn't the interesting bit, this is a symptom of it, keep going.

[gxlden-angels]

I need Americans that were never Christian™️ to realize that the average conservative cult christian's thoughts are basically that one episode of Spongebob where he gets elected Hall Monitor and gives a speech with "Crime and Punishment. Punishment and Crime"