#i tried but my head keep swimming and i keep having those “oh fuck i'm falling” moments

[forgotten-daydreamer]

i absolutely hate how the more my head hurts, the less my brain lets me rest

[honestlywtf04]

𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭

warning: vin being horny, a bit of sex talk, a little cheesy, very cute.

summary: he's a desperate and adorable man when you're pregnant, while his cat just wants to be near your belly 24/7.

"hera, leave your mother alone," your boyfriend jokingly scolds his cat since she continues to rub her head on your belly. she ignores him and continues her actions. he goes to grab her but she hisses when she senses his hands get near her.

"damn okay chill," he pouts looking at me asking for help. i sigh and pick her up to put her on the floor. i go to lay down but i feel my feet get lifted off the floor and gently put on the bed. vinnie lays his head on my neck and rubs my belly. he sighs happily and places a few soft kisses on my neck.

"you're so cute," i tell him. he doesn't respond but continues to rub my stomach.

"i'm just showing my fiancée and my daughter some attention," he mumbles against my neck making me roll my eyes while smiling.

"i can't wait for you to give birth," he whispers which causes my body to go crazy with butterflies. "i know, i can't believe that you and i made this together." i feel him smile and start chuckling making me roll my eyes and playfully smack his head.

"you're so annoying," i laugh. he lifts his head and gives me a kiss. when he pulls away he says, "just go to sleep while i keep thinking about the memory of me fucking you."

my mouth falls open. he smirks and bites his lip, "no no no, we are not having sex. your child is growing inside me," he frowns and whines. "it's been six months y/n.. i miss you and the way you feel and the way you were so good at ridi-" he cuts himself off when i start chuckling.

"oh my god! you're so annoying," i laugh.

"we can have sex, it's safe," he tries to persuade me but i just shake my head. "i'm tired, and not horny. if you want then i'll give you something else tomorrow," i smirk when he smiles widely and lays his head on the pillow so he can fall asleep.

i look at him 'sleeping' with a cute little smile.

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"i can buy a pool so i can teach you how to swim, then me and mommy can play in the water with you." i feel someone's hand caressing my belly. "i can also get you a bouncy castle because i know little kids love those. oh! maybe a purple castle one so you can be a princess." i pretend to be asleep as i'm listening to what vinnie is saying.

"are you gonna be a girl version of me? or are you gonna be just like your mother? either way, you are gonna be the most beautiful little girl in the world. well you'll look even more beautiful if you look like me." i mentally roll my eyes and i just know that he was smirking when he said that.

"you better not grow up too fast- hera get off the bed," he whispers. i feel some very soft fur and some weight on my belly.

"oh my god, hera she's sleeping for fucks sake. don't wake her up," he quietly yells thinking i'm still asleep.

"i've actually been awake the whole time," i hear him gasp and i open my eyes, my heart warms when i see hera laying peacefully on my belly. "the entire time?! did you hear what i was saying?" he asks, looking at me with embarrassment written all over his face.

"yes i did, and we're not gonna buy a newborn a bouncy castle or a pool," his cheeks turn a light shade of pink since he's been caught. i look at the clock that's on the wall to check the time.

"it's 3:30 in the morning vinnie!" i whisper-yell.

"i'm sorry! but i really wanted to talk to her. i was awake, you were asleep so..." he shrugs and grabs hera to set her down on the ground. i watch her little legs move, walking towards her own little bed.

"cuddle me," i raise my arms as he hums before getting on the bed. he turns me around so my back is facing him. he rests his face on my neck as his hand goes to my stomach, lifting my shirt and rubbing the bare skin.

[joanvisitsrome]

stars between us - ch.3 - h.c

Here's chapter 3! I'm looking to do a one-shot or two before continuing this further. I'm always taking requests for anyone in my Masterlist. Comment on this post if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this fic!

Summary: The first day of the two-day camping trip with Hazel. I'd recommend the song "how soon is now?" by the Smiths, for at least the beginning of this chapter.

Contains: overwhelming amount of fluff, sad hazel, mean!pj, slight angst, a wee bit of flirting, mention of weed/drugs

To say that you were scared awake is an understatement. PJ quite literally BLASTED a horn into you and Hazel’s ear the next morning. You jolt awake, not realizing you were still holding Hazel’s hand. However, in your jolt, you squeeze it. You then realize that Hazel got very close to you in her sleep last night. You let go of her hand under the covers and rub your eyes.

“Morning Haze.” you said sleepily.

“Morning,” she replied in a raspy voice.

“Gee, aren’t you guys tired! What, were you guys finger-fucking each other all night?” PJ interrupts. All you and Hazel do is give her an annoyed look, as you had barely woken up and were already done with her shit.

“PJ, just because two people slept in the same bed and are tired waking up, does not mean they fucked each other,” Brittany points out.

“Okay, okay. Jesus.”

You and Hazel begrudgingly get out of bed, knowing that staff would be knocking at the cabin’s door to wake everyone up soon. You both got changed into comfortable outfits for the day. Today on the trip, everyone would be picking up trash, planting flowers, and hiking.

“Your shirt is very pretty,” Hazel says as you’re fixing your hair.

“Oh, thanks!” you smile at the unexpected compliment.

“What flowers are those?” Hazel motions to the flowers on your shirt.

“Oh these? They’re irises.”

“Are those your favorite flowers?”

“No, they’re tulips. Do you have a favorite flower?”

“Actually, yeah. They’re daisies.” Hazel smiles, looking at you with her gorgeous blue eyes. You nod, internally reminding yourself to keep that in mind.

“Alright, are you ready to go to breakfast?” you ask Hazel. She nods, and stands up. She looks at you for a second, contemplating something. She shakes out of it though.

“Yeah! Let’s go!”

“Wait, Hazel, I need to talk to you.” you hear from PJ from the corner of the room.

“You can go without me. I’ll meet you there.”

“Are you sure? I can wait, I don’t mind.”

“No, no. Just save a plate of breakfast for me, okay?” You give her a thumbs up and leave the cabin, closing the door behind you. Mid-walk to the tables, you remember that you forgot your book. You make your way back, but hear your name being said in the voices you hear when you’re at the door.

“She probably doesn’t like you Hazel. Look at her, she’s friends with the cheerleaders.” you hear from PJ.

“How is that different from Josie and Isabel?” you hear from Hazel.

“Well Isabel was gay. Your new little friend is not.”

“Well we don’t exactly know that yet. Plus, I want to get to know her. Not stick my tongue down her throat.”

“I’m just saying, don’t get disappointed if she doesn’t hang out with you after this weekend.” after that you hear silence. You hear footsteps, which cause you to scramble away from the door. However, you still need your book. You approach the door again, opening it, and seeing Hazel waiting there, her eyes swimming with tears.

“Hey.” she says quietly, a small break in her voice.

“Hazel. Are you okay?” you put your hand on her shoulder. She nods her head, although you know damn well that that’s a lie.

“Let’s go somewhere else.” You lead Hazel outside, and go about fifteen feet away from the cabin, near some trees.

“Can you explain to me what’s wrong?” Hazel tries to calm down, but keeps on crying. You put your arm around her shoulder and rub her arm soothingly. “Talk to me. Let me know what’s going on.”

Hazel’s breathing becomes less erratic and she’s able to catch a breath. She leans her back against the tree.

“I guess, uh, PJ doesn’t really think that you and I are really friends. She told me that you’re just being nice to me because I’m really clingy, and that like I haven’t stopped being around you since the bus ride.”

“Well, you’ve told me once, and I’m seeing once again, PJ is an asshole. Why are you even listening to her in the first place?”

“I, um, don’t know. She’s known me for a really long time, and I feel like I have to trust her.”

“You can know someone for all your life and not trust them. Haze, I can tell you right now that that’s not true. I’m really excited to spend the day with you today. I mean it. I could’ve just tagged along with Brittany and Isabel today, but I chose to hang out with you. Because you’re cool. And I like you.” Hazel immediately hugs you after you say that. You hug her back. When you two pull away, you teach her a trick to make her eyes less red after crying. The two of you go to the breakfast table and grab two bagels. You sit at a table and make plans for the day.

“What do you want to do today, Hazel?”

“I definitely want to go hiking. Some people were saying there was a waterfall somewhere.”

“I bet we could go while picking up trash.”

“We also need to find a time to look at the stars. I’m not letting myself forget today.”

“I’m hoping the skies are clear tonight.” 

The two of you finish up your breakfast and grab gloves and bags to pick up trash. The morning is quite tiring, but you and Hazel’s chatter and jokes help brighten it. Hazel ends up being very funny, leaving you laughing hysterically. For lunch, you eat with everyone in the cabin.

“I’m glad to see that you and Hazel have become friends,” Isabel admitted.

“Me too. I’m really glad you told me a bit about her. I probably wouldn’t have had the courage to talk to her. But I’m glad I did.” Just then, PJ bounds up to the table, her hands pounding on it, causing the five of you sitting to go quiet.

“I have weed for tonight.”

“PJ, none of us like smoking.” Josie points out.

“THAT is why I thought ahead. I got us edibles.”

“And how did you get them?” Brittany asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I gave some old man I came across while planting some flowers like ten dollars.” All of you, being young, dumb teenagers, shrugged it off. The rest of the day was declared free time by the staff, as you all had fulfilled your requirements for the trip.

“Do you want to go on that hike?” you asked Hazel. She nodded, and the two of you left the table to begin your hike. You somehow both still had things to talk about while trying to find the waterfall Hazel had been talking about earlier.

“Oh my god, Hazel! There’s daisies!” you grab her hand to pull her over to the field of daisies nearby. She happily runs with you, picking a few. You do as well, and the two of you stick a few handfuls into your backpack. Eventually, the two of you to get to the waterfall. You both sit down.

“Can I see the daisies we picked?” Hazel asks. You nod, and watch her begin to make a daisy crown with them. She puts one on your head, before you ask her to teach you how to make one. She teaches you, and you put one on her head as well.

“We look absolutely stunning in these.” you say dramatically, putting your wrist up to your forehead.

“You definitely do. You look like the fairy flower princess.” Hazel says, without contemplation.

“And who said there couldn’t be two fairy flower princesses?” you smile and look at Hazel, who looks at you too. Your eye contact with her stays for a few (very long) seconds before the two of you resume talking.

“Are you going to do the edibles PJ brought later?” Hazel asks.

“Maybe. I don’t really know if I’m being honest. I don’t exactly trust PJ’s source.”

“I’ll do them if you do them.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll let you know if I plan on doing any.” The two of you decide to head back, as you were both quite tired from the day, and really just wanted to take it easy for the rest of it. You were looking forward to reading your astronomy book for a bit before stargazing with Hazel, but you were greeted by all the girls in the cabin in a circle, and PJ waving at the two of you.

“Who’s ready for some truth or dare? Huh?”

taglist: @at1nyzen @slaughtercarrie @sophia2414

[sailing-through-hawkins]

okay i originally wrote this for the steddie microfic challenge but failed epically when i realized i was way over the word count 〒▽〒 still i really like this so i'm gonna tag @wynnyfryd and hope you enjoy it regardless! it's set around steve's senior year i'd say idk

So here's the thing.

Eddie knows he's not supposed to be at the pool after-hours for like, security or whatever but -

But sometimes you drop one of your lucky guitar picks while watching swim practice (respectfully of course) and only realize it halfway through your Hellfire session, which means after-hours sneaking in it is.

And he expected to have to double back and bring Frank along to pick the lock but the doors aren't even locked.

Is this a good idea, Eddie thinks, to wander unsuspectingly into an unlocked sports facility frequented by assholes who would probably half-drown someone if they thought it'd be funny?

No.

But Eddie's always been down for bad ideas.

He sneaks his way in, barely makes a sound, and is immediately shoved up against the wall by -

"Munson?"

Steve Harrington.

"What -" Eddie chokes, Harrington's arm making for a heavy pressure on his neck that is definitely cutting off his air supply. "Dude -"

Harrington blinks at him, any sliver of that predatory gaze melting away, before letting go and stepping back. "Oh, sorry. You okay?"

Bent over, hands on his knees, Eddie tries to catch his breath and stare up at Harrington as incredulously as he can at the same time.

"Sorry, stupid question, right." Harrington rubs the back of his neck with a wince and Eddie - realizes he's shirtless. And wet.

"Are you - are you seriously swimming right now?" He coughs out, straining to keep his eyes up above that jawline. "In the middle of winter?"

The guy just shrugs.

What the hell.

"Also," Eddie stands up straight, crossing his arms with a squint, doing his best to hide the shivers racking up his spine. Harrington's eyes catch on something behind him. "What the fuck was that, man? Your first instinct at getting caught under the bleachers is to fucking jump people?"

No response from the King, who apparently finds Eddie's hair more interesting than a damn conversation, considering how fucking unfocused his eyes are. Probably just wants to get back to whoever he's sucking face with, the dick.

"Whatever, man, just let me find my shit and I'll get out of -"

"Here," Harrington says, swiftly taking Eddie's hand, leaving him zero time to react, and pressing his guitar pick into his palm?! He pushes Eddie’s fingers to curl over the pick, patting the fist gently. "Try to stay out of here after school, Munson. Shit gets dangerous."

"Wha - how - what the fuck?" Eddie snatches his hand back. He stares.

The pool water reflects across Harrington's face, a blue glow that makes him look...otherworldly. Ethereal, even. Brown locks of hair turned damp, stuck to his skin, framing his face and curling around his eyes that look too dark for the evening light, barely distinct from the dilated pupils they hold. Water drips down his nose, fingers, chest, audibly splashing onto the wet pool floor, echoing out into the empty space.

"What..." Eddie hesitates, looking back up at those deep, void-like eyes. "What are you doing here, Harrington?"

The guy smiles, tilting his head at Eddie, eyes half-lidded. "Go home, Munson."

He steps closer to Eddie, leaning in, flooding the air with an acrid smell, some combination of chlorine and smoke. He stares at Eddie, giving a small nod and smiles again.

There's no light reflecting off his eyes, Eddie realizes before he steps back, keeps stepping until his back hits the exit door.

Harrington waves a hand, fingers bending up and down one by one. "Try to stay out of the dark."

The door shuts in Eddie's face and he runs.

[quicktosimp]

Save an Ilu, Ride a Na'vi

Kinkmas Day 05

Warnings: Sex on an Ilu, Fingering, Alien Genitala, Enemies to Lovers (Kinda), Aonung Sucks at Emotions, Aonung Redeems Himself, Anxious Reader, Panic Attacks, Aged Up

A/N: I have never written this before, and it was an amazing experience thank you @neteyamsyawntu 💕

Dividers by @cafekitsune

“Come in, Forest Girl, you’re going to learn how to ride an ilu whether you like it or not,” Ao’nung’s gruff voice demanded.

I winced, and my ears folded back, knowing he was already angry today. We were separated into groups because of how volatile Aonung got with my brothers: those that Aonung could tolerate and those he couldn’t. As of right now, I am the only one in his group, this being due to the fact that I can’t tell him no. Confrontation makes me panic; I can’t even react. I just stay quiet and hope they go away. Back in Omatikaya, my brothers would stop anything from happening, and no one was stupid enough to mess with Kiri. But once we came to Awa'atlu, Aonung and his goons had it out for my family. We tried to keep the peace, but it ended in several fistfights, especially when Aonung realized that I wouldn’t fight back. This caused even more fights, and now, none of the boys are allowed around each other. To make it up to me, Aonung has to teach me how to ride an ilu. I think this is more of a punishment for me, but I couldn’t tell Tonowari that when he was already irritated at his son and my brothers.

It didn’t help when Dad tore my brothers a new one for getting into a fight while praising me for “keeping the peace,” which only infuriated them; Lo’ak tried to explain that I was scared of them only to be shut down by Dad. Neteyam attempted to get Dad to understand but wasn’t interested in listening to him either. Leaving me here, trapped with my tormenter until I learn to ride an ilu.

“Before eclipse, freak,” he snarled, stalking into the water, his tail swishing angrily.

I scurry after him now, wanting to make him any angrier. It always surprises me how warm the water is, not icy like the lakes and rivers back home. I easily wade into the water well past my waist as Aonung continues deeper, calling the ilu. The joyful creatures pop out of the water, swimming eagerly to Aonung as I stood back waiting. The ilu was already harnessed, ready to ride, as I stared at it nervously.

“Get on,” Aonung’s words were short as he held the ilu in place.

I timidly walked over onto the other side of the ilu, trying to put as much space between Aonung and I. I grabbed onto the harness and lifted myself on. I grasped onto the handle in front of me as my panic started to set in. Back home, I had never been able to complete my Iknimaya, too terrified of fighting the ikran, and even though I am not fighting an ilu, the same panic is there. My chest felt heavy, and breathing was becoming difficult. Each breath was short as my skin became clammy. I knew I had to make tsaheylu in order to learn to ride, but I couldn’t let go of the harness, my hands stuck in a shaky iron grip. 

“Oi, you need to make the bond,” Aonung reminded crossly.

I attempt to let go with one hand, only for nausea to crawl its way up my throat. I grip back on even tighter as a whimper tears from my throat. My vision became blurry. I'm not sure if it's from the lack of oxygen or from tears. Am I crying?

“What in Eywa’s name is wrong with you?” Aonung demanded.

I attempted to speak, but all that came out was choked-off breaths as my body trembled even harder.

“Oh fuck me,” I hear Aonung mutter under his breath.

The next thing I knew, his hands were on my waist; Aonung easily picked me up and held me close and away from the ilu.

“There, now calm down, and let's figure out how we can fix this,” I hear him mutter, his voice barely sounding over the waves in my head.

Once the ilu was long gone, I was able to start calming down. The fading adrenalin left me shaky and weak. As my vision cleared, I first noticed my grip on Aonung’s biceps, my nails digging in, creating crescents on his arm. I lessened my grip and let go, not wanting to hurt him. The second thing was that Aonung hadn’t let me go. The water here was just below my chin, yet he held onto me like I was well above my head. Almost protective?

“What in Eywa’s name was that about? You looked like the ilu was an akula,” Aonung asked, what sounded like concern.

“Bad experience,” I managed to mutter out; my throat still felt like there was a lump in it.

“Bad experience, my ass, it’s more than that, and I can’t teach you if you don’t tell me,” He snarked, but his arms were still firmly wrapped around my waist. 

I shakily sighed, “A couple of years ago, Lo’ak attempted his iknimaya, and to complete it, he must form tsaheylu with an ikran,” I swallowed the lump in my throat as tears came to my eyes, “It went fine in the beginning, but when he got on his ikran, it rolled him, sending Lo’ak off a cliff. It wasn’t good. I had to watch as my brother's broken body struggled to heal, as he couldn’t wake up,” Tears poured out of my eyes, and I couldn’t stop talking, “After Lo’ak healed, we could never talk about it, and then dad made Lo’ak do it again the following year, despite our Tsahìk saying he needed another year to heal fully. Lo’ak managed to do it, but it reopened several wounds, and he had to be taken off duty for months. I was the one who took care of him since the beginning of it all, but I can’t get the images of Lo’ak’s body at the bottom of the cliff.” I finished as sobs raked through me.

Warmth was pressed against my cheek; looking up, I noticed it was Aonung’s chest. His extensive tattoo was underneath my cheek. He was hugging me. 

“You are terrified of many creatures now; that is not your fault. This should have been explained to us before bringing you out here,” his large palm rubbed up and down my back soothingly; he paused before abruptly asking, “Is that why you were sleeping when your family arrived? You panicked like I just watched until you lost consciousness?” Aonung’s voice was panicked as he asked.

I nod my head, not wanting to answer verbally.

“Well fuck that, that’s not going to happen again. I’m going to make a new plan, and the first part is you’re going to talk with my mom. She is experienced with these traumas and will teach you different techniques to work through them. She is also a great listener when she needs to be, and only when she says it’s good will I work with her and you to teach you how to ride an ilu,” Aonung explained firmly.

Confused, I looked up at him, “Why are you doing so much for me?” I asked, confused.

His face turned lavender as he looked away from me, “I’m your teacher; it’s my job,” And he left it at that.

Many moons go by. I’ve worked with Ronal, and while I was too timid to say literally anything to her at first, she is now the first person I wish to talk to, well, besides Aonung. The months have brought us close, and after a while, we even started to court. Before that, I expected that he would apologize to my siblings, but instead, he did more. He apologized to my siblings and brought many gifts of jewelry, food, and weapons; he even explained everything to my dad, leaving him with no excuse to accept that my brothers weren't in the wrong. It seemed that everything was going well, even the ilu training. It started with simply being around them and progressed as I got more comfortable around them. Now, here I am about to do a joint ride with Aonung; he will make the bond with the ilu, and I will ride in front of him. Easing the pressure off of me. 

“Are you ready, Sumtsyìp?” Aonung asks me from atop the ilu, his hand reaching out for me.

I hesitantly grab his hand, and Aonung lifts me so I am sitting in front of him. I start to feel a bit of panic before I notice my ass firmly nestled next to his slit. I try to ignore it since we are here to ride the ilu, but thoughts keep coming into my head.

“You remember the breathing exercises I taught you?” Aonung asks.

“I remember,” I responded distractedly.

Aonung’s arm wraps around me firmly, “Alright, then, let’s go.”

With that, I took a deep breath, and we submerged. The lack of air panicked me at first, wanting to take another breath, but I was unable to. But it wasn’t long after that we emerged up top. I quickly took a breath before we dived again. This went on for a bit until, when I looked back, Awa'atlu was long in the past. I continued to take deep breaths as I examined my surroundings. Nothing but open sea could be seen. I pressed myself close to Aonung when I felt my chest start to become heavy.

“You did so good, Sumtsyìp. I am so proud of you!” Aonung exclaimed as he picked me up and turned me around. 

Now sitting chest to chest with Aonung, I can see the joy on his face as he litters my face with kisses. I can’t stop the giggles that flow from my lips. As Aonung kisses my face, I start to squirm from the ticklish sensations. Causing our slits to grind against each other, even with tewng in the way it sent pleasure radiating through our bodies.

“You can’t do that, Sumtsyìp,” Aonung gasped as he gripped onto my hips. 

I look up at him, my tail twitching playfully along his arm, “Why not?” I ask, tilting my head to the side and wrapping my legs around his waist.

His eyes dilate in response before he latches his lips onto mine, kissing me passionately. I moan into the kiss and lean in, wrapping my arms around his neck and tangling my fingers into his hair.

Aonung pulls away briefly, “Oh fuck, you’re going to be the death of me,” Before nipping my bottom lip, pulling on it before releasing it and licking the seam of my lips. 

I open my mouth for him, and his tongue slips in, coming to play with my own. Our tongues dance together as I grind my slit into his, becoming irritated by the feel of my tewng. Almost as if he could read my mind, one of Aonung’s hands travels down to my tail, uniting the straps starting there to free me from my tewng. Unable to leave it be, the moment Aonung’s fingers skimmed the base of my tail, he gabbed on and tugged. I arched into his touch as a moan was ripped from my lungs. My slit has started to open, and slick is leaking out of it. Aonung continued to play with my tail, pulling and caressing it as I continued to grind into him; each tug brought a sharp pleasure that I couldn’t ignore, and I needed more from Aonung. Backing away from his lips, a long string of saliva connects our mouths. 

“Please, Nung,” I beg, widening my cat-like eyes at him. 

Aonung rests his forehead on mine, staring into my eye as his fingers creep closer to my slit, “You have been such a good girl for me. You deserve a reward, don’t you, Sumtsyìp?” It may have been worded as a question, but it was a fact to him.

Slowly Aonung trails his finger up and down my slit, gathering the slick that has already escaped from me, gently urging me open for his fingers. Slowly, he sinks in one finger down to the knuckle. My inner tendrils wrapped around his finger, trying to draw it in more.

“You’re greedy today, aren’t you? Making yourself all wet for me, drawing me in, just to use my finger for your own pleasure. But that’s all I am here for, to serve you,” Aonung groans into my ear. 

I whimper at his words, my core throbbing in need as the heat travels through my body. As I went to reply, he slowly removed his finger, each of my inner tendrils fighting to stay wrapped around his digit, but slowly losing the battle and releasing, but continued to follow him until they could no longer reach him. When just the tip of Aonung’s finger was left inside, he pushed it back in, slowly fucking me with one finger as he did it over and over again, bringing me a slow-burning pleasure.

“Aonung! Please, stop teasing!” I pled with him, the slow pace maddening me.

A throaty chuckle vibrated Aonung’s chest, “Are you eager, Sumtsyìp? Does your greedy slit need more attention? Is one finger not enough for you? You’re lucky you’ve been so good. This behavior won’t be accepted any other time,” He says into my ear as he pushes in another finger.

The stretch was glorious as the two digits worked simultaneously. His fingers twisted and slicked inside me, spreading me further, and my inner tendrils followed his fingers, knowing that it would bring them more pleasure. I start to hump his fingers, needing more than this slow pace, and finally, his fingers curled inside me. I gasp as stars cross my vision, the pleasure shocking me from top to bottom, taking my breath away in response.

“Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung,” I chanted, the only thing that I could think of. 

“Such a good girl, saying my name like that. Now tell me, who makes you feel good?”

“Nung!” I responded.

Aonung’s fingers curled deeper this time, “Good girl, now tell me, who touces this slit?”

“Nung, Nung does,” I whine as the pleasure builds.

This time, he twisted his hand, pulling on my inner tendrils, and a squeal left my lips.

“Good girl, now, one more question. Who owns this slit?” Aonung hiss out.

My heels dig into Aonung’s back as I try to anchor myself, “You, Aonung! You own my slit!” I shouted into the open air.

The hand that was holding onto my hip moved to my tail, tugging on the base as he flexed and pulled his fingers inside me. The scream that felt my lips was feral and roar as my vision whited out. My toes flexed as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me, and my fingers scratched at his shoulders, leaving marks that would last for days.

“Nung, Nung, Nung,” I chant as I continue to cum, his fingers never ceasing their work.

“Did so good, Sumtsyìp. You came on my fingers perfectly. Such a good girl for me,” Aonung whispered as he slowly started to remove his fingers once my orgasm finished. 

Despite my brain being fuzzy, I knew that Aonung didn’t cum. I slowly reach my hand down to his tewng, wanting to return the favor, only for Aonung to grab my hand and pull it away gently.

“No, Sumtsyìp, this was your reward. This was all about you. Next time you can help, Yawne,” Aonung explained softly.

I wanted to argue but found that I was too fucked out to do so. Instead, I relaxed into his hold as we started the much slower journey home, thinking of all the ways I could return the favor.

[13as07]

Birthright #6

(Fugaku Uchiha Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Pixiv Id]

Requested by: Nada

Word Count: 4,717

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Incest (Father/Daughter)

Name Calling: Daddy, Princess, Sweetheart, Good Girl, Harlot

Strip Tease

Exhibitionism

Mentions of Child Abuse and Hickeys

Titty Play

Clit Stimulation

Grinding

Jerking Off

Improper Use of Underwear

Dubcon

Gentle Face Fucking

Voyeurism

Improper Use of Money

Sexual Assault

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Daddy is buzzing next to me, at least his version of excitement. Kenzo is a few steps away from us, swimming in the pile of dresses I've picked to try on. "You're going to look so beautiful," he compliments, his arms wrapped around my waist as he nuzzles my hair.

     Since entering the boutique, the other customers have filtered out, doing their best to not be caught in the glares sent their way by the two men with me. The associates stuck in the store with us, three or four of them, keep their eyes cast down, trying their best to seem busy.

     "Thank you," I mutter, flicking through the dresses on the last rack in the store. There aren't a lot of white options for dresses, upsetting me a bit.

     I'm already betrothed so I'm expected to wear white to the ball. Married women like Mom are expected to wear black, whereas those unmarried and unbetrothed wear red. Those not on the marriage court wear blue. Next year I'll hopefully get to wear black, as long as Itachi takes over and we have the wedding before the ball.

     I softly sigh as I slide the last dress across its hanging bar, even more disappointed than before. If I don't find a dress here we're going to have to go to another boutique. I enjoy shopping but trying on dresses isn't my idea of a fun shopping spree.

     "Stop sulking, Princess," Daddy coos, his fingers jumping up to tip my head backward. "Let me see that pretty smile of yours," he mutters, his lips brushing against my temple. I do as told, painting a toothy smile on my face for him. "Good girl," he praises, his lips strolling their way across my face. It doesn't take long for them to tumble onto mine, the leftover flavoring of syrup from his breakfast coating my mouth.

     I give him a moment to soak in the kiss before jerking my head away. "Can I just try on my dresses?" I mumble, quickly getting fed up with Daddy's suffocation and my want for Itachi. I barely saw him today and only got a sheepish kiss before he raced out of the house. I want my Onii-Chan.

     "Stop being so pissy, Sweetheart," he hums, his fingertips massaging my sides. "But yes, we can go try on your dresses." With that, his arms tighten on me, softly tugging me away from the clothing rack. I fall in line, letting Daddy drag me toward the back of the store, our loyal servant trudging behind us as he tries not to drop anything from the pile.

Daddy whisks me behind a curtain, finally letting go of me once we're in the dressing room. Now free from his grasp, I head toward one of the smaller curtained rooms lined against the wall, planning to leave the two men in the showing space of the changing room. "Where are you going?" He asks, one of his hands lunging forward to grasp my wrist.

"To choose a changing room," I answer, pointing to the five little divided sections of the big room, each hung with a separate curtain.

"Why in the world would you do that?" Daddy mutters, pulling me toward the circle of chairs resting in front of three big mirrors. He settles in one of the chairs, leaving me to stand in the center of the showing section of the dressing room.

"Because that's what you do when you try on clothes?" I mutter, completely lost on what he's trying to get at. Do I not know how changing rooms work?

Daddy softly hums, his eyes rolling over me in a way that sends shivers shooting up my spine. "Yes, it is." Oh, okay, so I do know how changing rooms work. "But there's no one else around so why waste time walking back and forth to change when you can do it here?"

My face heats up at the order disguised as a recommendation, my eyes flickering to find Kenzo. He's settled my dresses on one of the empty chairs, himself standing behind Daddy's chair now.

"But - " I start, quickly getting interrupted by Daddy. It seems to be something he likes to do.

"But nothing, Princess. Like I told you, there's no one here but us. You will change out here and save us time." After the order, he waves his hand, motioning for Kenzo to settle in the chair next to him.

My eyes jump around the room as I sway my weight between my feet, trying to find any sort of argument that'll make Daddy give in. "There's still workers outside and Kenzo is here," I mutter, more embarrassment slowly twirling itself around my veins.

"I doubt the workers will bother us and Kenzo knows what your body looks like. He's gone swimming at the lake with us multiple times. Now come here, Princess." Slowly, I walk forward, keeping my eyes on the ground to avoid looking at Kenzo as I take a few steps toward Daddy. "Aw, my poor Princess," he coos, hands settling on my hips to pull me between his knees. "Don't look so embarrassed. You know I love your body and you know Kenzo will feel honored to get to view it."

Daddy's hands slide across my sides, petting me like it'll help calm down the storm of emotions in my chest. After a moment his hands jump up, starting to push Itachi's dress shirt off my shoulders. "Good girl," he hums right before his lips settle on my stomach, brushing kisses across my skin.

I squirm in his hold, trying to will away the tingles that build from his soft touches and his descending kisses; I squirm from a bit of embarrassment too, a feeling I'm quickly losing hold of. "Daddy, please?" I try begging, vibrating even more when his hands latch onto my shirt and start tugging the material up my body.

"You'll be fine changing out here, Princess. There's not much of a difference. We've both seen your body and a worker can just as easily walk behind a changing curtain as they can walk behind that curtain," he mutters, nodding toward the long cloth standing as the only divider between us and the workers.

My shirt goes tumbling to the ground at the same moment Daddy brushes his tongue over my lower stomach, the wet muscle poking under the waistband of my shorts. "You're just trying to humiliate me because of my hissy fit at the flower shop."

"Maybe, maybe not," he utters, hands falling to toy with the button of my shorts. "Maybe I'm just trying to make you feel better, Princess. Maybe I'm just trying to remind you why it's so great to 'come from an incest-ridden clan'," Daddy coos, snapping my shorts open before slowly tugging them down my legs.

I spare a glance up, getting a peek at Daddy's strained pants. He's a lair, he's doing this to get back at me for my tantrum or because he's still worked up about last night, maybe both. "You're being mean."

Daddy's head shifts upward, his chin resting against me as his fingertips ghost over my panties. "No, I'm not. If I was being mean I would have beaten your ass like I did to Sasuke because of last night. Is that what you want?"

"No," I murmur, shivers sliding up my spine from his light touches. "I don't want that."

"I didn't think so," he grumbles, pressing his fingertips against me, starting to slowly rub circles against my clit. "Take your bra off, Princess."

I hiss in a breath, trying to keep my breathing even as I answer. "I don't need to take my bra off to try on dresses."

"Are you going to wear one with your dress?"

"Well... no," I murmur, my hands settling on Daddy's shoulders to steady myself. I want Onii-Chan, even more than before. He'd make me feel good, make me cum. He wouldn't be teasing me like this, he wouldn't be touching me in a dress boutique. I want Itachi.

"Then you need to take it off so we can get a proper viewing of your outfit, don't you?" No, I don't, but I'm not going to win this fight with Daddy. He's not going to let me win. I cave, my hand stretching backward to unclasp my bra. "Good girl," he coos again, tugging the material down my arms before adding it to the pile of my clothes on the floor.

Daddy's head tips upward again, his lips pressing delicate kisses across the hickeys on my chest, the hickeys Itachi gave me. "I want Onii-Chan," I whine, tightening my hold on his shoulders.

"Oh, I know, Princess. I know," he coos as his tongue lashes at one of my nipples, slowly rolling back and forth across it.

When Daddy gets tired of that, he latches onto me, roughly sucking on my titty. "I want Itachi," I whine again, the knot in my stomach slowly tightening. He hums in response, curious fingers jumping down to press my panties against my pussy before they slide back up to continue teasing my clit.

We stay like this for a few beats, Daddy sucking on my breast as his fingers tease me enough to make me needy but not enough to finish. I stand still, letting him have his way as I squirm and whine for Itachi.

"Alright, Princess," he finally mutters, pulling away from me to relax in his chair. His eyes eat at me again, staying stuck on my panties. Daddy's tongue clicks a couple of times, paired with a slow head shake. "You can't try on dresses with soaked panties. It's unethical and unfair to the store. Take them off."

"Daddy - "

"Off," he repeats the order, his eyes hardening for a second before they go soft again. "You want to be a good girl, don't you? A good representation of clan?" I let out a huff, continuing my whining fit for a few moments before I cave again. My hands fall to my hips, pushing my panties down my legs. He's being mean, doing this on purpose because he knows he can.

"Good girl," he utters, his hand stretching out to me. Reluctantly, I hand him my panties, the embarrassment from before starting up again because of the action and because of my bareness in the room. My eyes trail his arm, watching it flick to the side before quickly being followed by his head. "I can't have my dedicated advisor lacking in the fun."

My face heats up more at the sentence, embarrassed tears prickling my eyes as I watch Kenzo cautiously take my underwear from Daddy. Once his hands are free again, they settle on his pants, shoving them - and his boxers - down enough for his hardened penis to pop out.

     Daddy's hands fall to my hips again, gripping them before he starts tugging me onto his lap. "Come on," I whimper, planting my hands on his chest to keep a bit of distance between us. "Just let me try on my dresses."

"You can in a second, Princess," he mutters, situating himself against me. Daddy tugs on my hips, grinding me back and forth on his dick. My arms tighten around his shoulders, my head buried in his neck to hide the small whimpers and moans that spill out every time his tip brushes against my clit.

"Chief?" Kenzo calls, reminding me of his presence only a few inches away. This is way more embarrassing than the events of last night.

Daddy's head turns to look at him, my forced grinding only getting faster because of the reminder. "When Itachi was younger," he starts, pulling another whine for Onii-Chan from my lips. "I would often find him with Princess's panties wrapped around himself as he got off. You won't get to enjoy your Majesty like I can but I figured that would offer you something. Help you make a final decision on whether or not to try for a daughter."

"Daddy," I hiss, more embarrassment building in my chest. Why is he always so mean? Why would he offer such a thing to Kenzo? It's not like he'll cash in on the offer.

     He ignores me, tugging on me a few more times before he releases me. "Alright, Princess, go put on one of those pretty dresses," Daddy mutters, wrapping his hand around his dick to lazily rub it.

I scurry off his lap, taking the chance to part from him before he can change his mind. I spare a glance at Kenzo as I shift through the pile of dresses, trying to decide which one I want to try on first. My cheeks flash before I tear my eyes from him. He took Daddy up on his offer, just as lazily rubbing himself with the cloth of my underwear sandwiched between his hand and his cock.

     My fingers ball up one of the dresses, tugging it out of the pile and on myself. I know dressing myself isn't going to help anything but it still brings a bit of comfort. At least none of the associates will walk in and accidentally see me. My hands mess with the material, straightening it and tugging it into place.

     "Come here, Princess. Let me zip your dress for you," Daddy calls, the dark glow of his and Kenzo's eyes on me. My legs feel shaky as I walk over to him, my nerves bouncing like crazy as I obey him. "Good girl," he sighs for the thousandth time, a hand back on my hips to turn me around.

Sparks explode across my back as Daddy's hand wanders, tugging on the dress before settling on the zipper. Each tick upward sounds loud and yet so slow. Once it's fully closed, his hand falls back down to squeeze my bottom. "Hey!" I yelp, jerking away from the touch.

The two men softly chuckle at my reaction, burning some of the embarrassment away to replace it with irritation. "You look beautiful, Princess," Daddy hums, leaning forward so he can wrap his arm around me.

His fingers grip the material covering my stomach, yanking on it so it slides up and exposes my bareness underneath. "Knock it off," I whine, trying to tug his hand off of me.

"I just want to look, Princess. Why are you so whiney today? You spend too much time with Itachi. He caves to you too much," Daddy mutters, his hand cementing itself on the skin of my abdomen, keeping the skirt of the dress tugged up. His head tips to the side, eyes locked on the mirrors painting our image. Painting the image of Kenzo getting off to me in the same way.

Their eyes wander my body, always falling back down to my pussy. Daddy's fingers flex against my stomach, routinely rubbing lines into my skin. I avoid looking into the mirror or at either of the people I'm stuck in the room with, my eyes glued to the floor.

Daddy is just throwing a power trip, reminding me I got my way because he allowed it. Reminding me I can ignore him all I want and it won't stop him from touching me, that it won't stop him from getting his way. Reminding me that until Itachi becomes chief, at the end of the day I answer to him, not my brother.

"You should do your Daddy a big favor," he mutters, dropping his hand away from me. It's only gone for a second, soon present again, pushing against the back of my knee. "Daddy needs to finish and I don't have anywhere to put it or anything to clean it with."

     I let myself sink to my knees, my chest brewing with what he's implying. I should have known he wasn't going to let Itachi off so easily after he found out about our time by the dock. Daddy was just waiting for a chance to get back at Onii-Chan and this situation fell directly into his lap.

     "Turn around, Princess."

I do as I'm told, like I always do, slowly turning around with my knees still planted on the floor. "Daddy - "

"Don't start your whining," he hisses, eyes sharp and cast on me. "You weren't whining with your pretty lips wrapped around Itachi, were you?"

"No, but - "

"I have been more than patient this week. I let the stuff by the lake go, and then what happened? Itachi went and let you get used by Sasuke. I am sick and tired of trusting him with you just for you to get used as a harlot by your brothers. Open your damn mouth and shut up," Daddy continues to hiss, his face soaked in irrational.

Instantly, my mouth clicks open, my tongue hanging out just as Itachi told me. A hum spills from Daddy, his shoulders slouching in relaxation. "There's my good girl," he coos, his fingers sliding into my hair, gently toying with it as he sticks two or three inches of himself into my mouth. "Don't worry, Princess, I'll be gentle," he mutters, continuing his light tone.

Daddy slides in and out, never going far enough to make me gag or choke on him. What he doesn't thrust into my mouth he continues to rub his fingers against. He stays true to his word, his pace slow and steady. "Deep breath, Sweetheart," he orders after a couple of thrusts.

Like always, I comply, sucking in a deep breath. Daddy shoves more of himself into my mouth, a groan ripping from his chest as his cum spills out. The taste of him coats my tongue, the salty wet paper-like substance leaking down my throat. "Good girl. You're a good girl. Such a good girl," he rambles, twirling strands of my hair around his fingertips.

I wait a second, making sure he's finished before I pull backward, letting his limp dick drop off my lips. A glare sets onto my face, aiming itself at Daddy whose eyes are screwed shut and whose chest is pumping from his climax. When his eyes open and his head tips up, a soft smile rests on his lips. "That's going to cost me, isn't it, Princess?"

"I'm mad at you," I huff, crawling back onto my feet.

"Oh, hush," Daddy silences me, lunging forward to wrap his arms around my waist. "Let's play a game," he hums, turning me in his arms, and setting me back to face the mirrors as my back faces him.

I can see Kenzo's reflection in the glass. His face is red, his chest huffy, and his hand is still sliding up and down his cock. My panties are still wrapped around him, reminding me that he lusts after me just as much as Daddy and my brothers do.

Daddy's hands push on my abdomen, folding me over. My hands fall to my knees, helping to support my hunched-over position. "You're so pretty, Princess," he mutters, shoving the skirt of my dress up, letting it settle on my waist.

"What game?" I ask, trying to peek behind me. My question is ignored, like always. Instead, Daddy slides my feet further apart before his hand digs through his pocket. My curious eyes trail his movements, watching him tug his wallet out and snap it open.

I shift, trying to get a better view of what he's doing. My sight catches on the dollar bills he's pulling out of his wallet, a few crisp ten-thousand yen. Daddy's fingers carefully roll the paper, ten pretty rolls lining his leg before his attention is back on me. His fingertips ghost over me, settling to spread me open again. "What are you doing?" I yelp, squirming when the feeling of paper rubs against my pussy.

"We're playing our game. Your pretty pussy is going to hold a hundred-thousand yen while you try on your dresses. Every bill that's left in you after you're done playing dress up you get to keep. Sounds fun, right?" He asks, carefully stuffing my cunt with the money. "Want to play, Princess?"

     "Fine," I utter, knowing I don't have a choice. Daddy always gets what he wants and this is what he wants, might as well get some kind of payout from it. My pussy aches with need as he keeps stuffing it full of cash.

     "Your Majesty," Kenzo grumbles, tugging Daddy's and my attention toward him. I try to tug my eyes away but I can't help but watch as he cums, ruining the panties he was using to jack himself off with.

     Itachi is going to kill Kenzo when I tattle and he's going to pick a major fight with Daddy when I tell him about our little game. At least I'll get a hundred thousand yen out of it.

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"We'll be back, Princess," Daddy repeats for the hundredth time, his lips brushing against my wrists to coat me in more kisses. "We'll be right outside the curtain, at the register paying for your dress."

    "I know," I mutter, dragging out the last word as I tug my arm away from him. "I'm more than capable of getting dressed by myself."

     A soft string of chuckles comes from Daddy, his kisses focused on my cheeks now. "And remember, keep your pretty kitty stuffed and I'll double the money," he adds, peppering a few light kisses on my lips.

     "I know," I repeat, gently pushing on his chest. "Go pay for my dress already." Daddy is a little excited about our game, more so that none of the bills slide out so he's extended it. It's uncomfortable, having money stuffed in my pussy but worth it, especially if I win and get two-hundred thousand yen.

      "Alright, alright, alright," he murmurs, pressing one more kiss to my lips before he pulls away from me. "Right outside, Princess."

     "I know," I grumble, rolling my eyes at him as I step away. I swear, I don't know who's more overbearing; Daddy or Itachi.

     With that, Daddy leaves, walking out of the dressing room to pay for the dress I choose. "Princess Uchiha," Kenzo mutters, bowing his head before he slides out of the room too, off to follow my Father and give me five seconds alone.

     A deep sigh pushes past my lips, my whole body relaxing with the sound. I'm sick of Daddy for the day and I'm counting down the minutes until Itachi rids the world of Kenzo.

My focus shifts from the events of the day to finding where my clothes have been littered around the room. Luckily, Daddy left them in a pile by his chair. As I kneel to grab them, the sound of the curtain rolling across its bar fills the room. Another sigh leaves me, this one annoyed, as I climb back to my feet, my clothes pressed to my chest. "I already told you, I'm perfectly capable of - "

Standing in the room with me is most definitely not Daddy, nor is it Kenzo. The boy just a few years older than me who was packaging pick-up orders is the person standing in the dressing room with me. My eyes flicker behind him, glancing at the curtain as I debate what to do. Accidentally walking in on me isn't worth death so I probably shouldn't call for -

     "Don't do that," the boy rushes out, his voice strained as he takes a few steps further into the room.

     "Don't do what?" I murmur, jerking backward to keep the gap between us, my hands tightening on the clothes I'm holding to my chest.

     "Whatever you're thinking, don't do it," he says again, his tone deep and hissy this time, the fright from before gone from his tone. "You're just... pretty," the worker murmurs, taking a few slow steps forward; I match each one with a step backward.

     "I appreciate the compliment but I would appreciate you leaving more," I tell him, trying to keep my tone even and strong like I've heard Itachi do. It doesn't work, my voice breaking when my back hits the mirrors hanging on the wall.

     The boy takes the chance to lunge at me, his hand wrapping around my mouth to muffle any sound I was planning to make. "Pretty girls like you come in all the time," he mutters, using his weight advantage to pin me against the glass. "Pretty girls who don't spare me a glance. Pretty girls with Daddys with deep pockets."

Is he attempting to kidnap me? Is that what this is? That's almost... funny. I wonder what he'd set my ransom as or how he plans to sneak me out of the boutique without Daddy or Kenzo finding out.

One of the boy's hands trembles as it slides over me, shaking my clothes out of my grasp before it crosses over my thigh, his fingertips poking at my pussy. Oh, no, he's not planning on kidnapping me. Maybe Daddy and Itachi are right about not leaving me alone. "Pretty Uchiha girls aren't left alone long enough for me to touch them. Tell me, is it true that daughters of Uchiha men get touched by their fathers?"

The boy - tries - to shove his fingers into me, being met by the bills Daddy tucked into me. He jerks backward an inch or two, his eyes falling.

His eyes glance up at me for a second before tumbling down again, both his hands sliding alongside his sight to tug the bills out of me. "Well, that's a yes," he chuckles, letting the bills fall to the ground. I lost the game with Daddy, I guess.

Once I'm bill-free and emptied pussy-ed, the boy focuses on running his hands over my chest, twirling and tugging on my nipples. Maybe I should call for help. Though, if the delinquent is just going to play with my chest the safest option is to probably let him do as he wishes until Daddy wanders back in to collect me. After all, for all I know the guy has a weapon.

     "What?" The young man mumbles, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Do you not have any fight in you? Or maybe you're enjoying it?"

"Not particularly. I'd prefer if you stopped."

"Nah, you're enjoying it. Why else wouldn't you be fighting me off? You Uchiha girls are kinky," he chuckles, gripping my chest rougher. "Kinky girls that like getting assaulted by strangers and their fathers alike."

"I'm not fighting you because I know Daddy is going to kill you. Why put in effort if he'll do all of it?" I ask, rolling my eyes at the guy. This isn't those brutal assaults or fear-striking gropings I've heard other girls talk about.

The man continues to chuckle, his hips grinding against my nudity now, his boner pressing against my bare cunt. "Oh ya? And who might your Daddy be?" He asks, his hot breath curling against my chest as he bends down to suck on my breast.

"Fugaku Uchiha."

     "What?" The man yelps, his touch falling off of me because of the jump back he takes. "No... no, you're bullshitting me," he mutters, unsure and nervous laughter replacing his egotistical chuckles.

     "Daddy is at the register paying for my dress now. You can poke your head out and see for yourself if you don't believe me."

     "You Uchihas are insane," he barks, glancing at me once more before he starts scurrying toward the exit.

     "Hey, Princess, are you - " Daddy starts to call, pushing the curtain to the side. The man freezes for a second, glancing between the two of us before he darts out of the room. My Father looks after him for a second before slowly turning his eyes back toward me. "Princess?"

     "I think I was just assaulted," I slowly say, replaying the event in my head. That didn't feel like the assault other girls talk about. "He pulled all your bills out of me but technically they didn't fall out so..." Daddy's sharingans snap on, the rest of him frozen as he slowly blinks at me. "Can I keep the money?"

     "Sure," he whispers, his voice shaky and chest pumping with the single word.

     "I won."

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[areyoudreaminof]

Golden Hour: An Elucien Week Playlist

It's all come to this. To say I've been waiting on pins and needles for @elucienweekofficial is the biggest understatement. I spent months curating every song, beat, and lyric to best represent Elucien for Day 1: Mates.

SJM said that Elain was the person that she and Lucien didn't see coming, and that they would find "tension, growth, and healing," together. How great of a love story will that be? So for this playlist, I structured the 20 tracks around that narrative. Side A is the tension and Side B is healing and growth. Listen to it here! And come with me behind the cut for the lyrics. I hope this playlist inspires all of you to write, draw, create, and just jam.

Just Pretend-Bad Omens:

I know the pain That you hide behind the smile on your face And not a day Goes by where I don't think I feel the same So will you wait me out Or will you drown me out? I can wait for you at the bottom I can stay away if you want me to I can wait for years if I gotta Heaven knows I ain't getting over you

S P A C E-Amber Marks:

I know, it is hard to comprehend Why won’t, you let me be in my head? Alone, I need to be So don’t, straight up come walking in I tried, to warn you many times Now I, don’t want to start a fight But I, can’t go on this way So why, won’t you just give me some time?

Sunflower-Tamino :

Oh baby, don’t you notice me? Notice me, so ready to lose everything Everything for your love Every day I’m getting closer to you But you never answer my song I know love does not come easy Oh there must be someone who hears me

I Wanna Be Yours-Arctic Monkeys:

Let me be the portable heater That you'll get cold without I wanna be your setting lotion (Wanna be) Hold your hair in deep devotion (How deep?) At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean I wanna be yours Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours

2AM-Foals:

It's 2am and I've gone and lost my friends But I can't sleep alone again No, I can't sleep alone, I just wanna go home And it's 2am again And all these years, I've been running from my fears But I can't sleep alone again And all my life, I've been looking for a light That I can't reignite again

It’s the nights When I keep you in my mind That I hoped that I'd be fine But I've started showing signs Of another late night Of another night time Oh, I hoped that you'd be mine

Old Stone-Laura Marling

Old stone Ten thousand years and you're still on your own Don't you love, don't you love me that way? And if you swear that you're alright I'm not gonna try and change your mind Because the same night I dream that I lose you I'll fall in love Oh, honey don't let me walk away from this If I'm trying to fuck up my own life Then until I figure out why I think it's best you keep your distance Lest I fall in love

1957-Milo Greene

The scent you wear moves in lines from your apartment into mine, You act like you don't know me My god you tempt my anxious mind, Takes me away, takes me away, takes me away

Shut Up, Kiss Me-Angel Olsen I could make it all disappear You could feed me all of your fears We could end all this pain right here We could rewind all of those tears I could take it down to the floor You don't have to feel it anymore A love so real that it can't be ignored It's all over, baby blue, I'm still yours

Spanish Sahara-Foals

Forget the horror here Leave it all down here It's future rust and it's future dust I'm the fury in your head I'm the fury in your bed I'm the ghost in the back of your head 'Cause I am

Waiting for You-The Aces

And I hope you know that I want you I've been sitting here waiting I've been waiting for you I've sent out invitations It's getting frustrating waiting for you I think you know, I'm waiting for you I'll take your hand and kiss your fingers So you don't have to break the ice No need for chill, just lose your filter I'm ready to dive in Melt the ice and just swim

Worship-Years and Years

Wanna be here tonight Wanna hide in your light Wanna cover my eyes I feel you reflecting me I worship all that you see

Just tell me how I can prove I'm the one for your fire And I'll take you higher I'll do it for you And you can worship me too

My My My! Troye Sivyan

Now, let's stop running from love Running from love Let's stop, my baby Let's stop running from us Let's stop, my baby Oh my, my, my I die every night with you Oh my, my, my Living for your every move

Butterflies-Kacey Musgraves

Kiss full of color makes me wonder where you've always been I was hiding in doubt 'til you brought me out of my chrysalis And I came out new All because of you

And now, you're lifting me up 'stead of holding me down Stealing my heart 'stead of stealing my crown Untangled all the strings 'round my wings that were tied I didn't know him and I didn't know me Cloud Nine was always out of reach Now, I remember what it feels like to fly

Cutty Love-Milo Greene

Time can over-complicate But darling I refuse to wait There's no way of planning For the fall All your paths will fade away Questions read by years in pain I can be the answer to it all

Even if your heart stops I'll be there to hold you up Even as the world turns I'll be there to watch the fire burn Burn us both alive

The Lamb You Lost-Jesca Hoop & Sam Beam

There is music in the sea And we swim into the sound Far adrift like I am free When your voice turns me around

Any heart could burst its shell Love is made for broken things Bring your hands to know me well Know my heart for what it sings

Moon in a tidal lock And I am born to love you

If It Feels Good, Then It Must Be-Leon Bridges

More than I choose to, I’m falling in love, And love I ain’t used to You give me that stuff No, I can’t refuse you You and I in the light, it’s alright Say you will, say you might If this is wrong, then nothing’s right See yourself like I do Oh, tonight looks good on you

Sunlight-Hozier

All the tales the same Told before and told again A soul that’s born in cold and rain Knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight And at last can grant a name To a buried and a burning flame As love and its decisive pain Oh, my sunlight

Dog Years-Maggie Rogers

I spend my time daydreaming As sure as the sea It's just you and me Oh, and I'm the one that loves you

Come what may I'll still stay Inside your mind For all of time

Made to Love-John Legend

Oooh, I've never seen anything It's much more than you and me Extraordinary machine I was sent here for you We were made to love You were sent for me too We were made to love

Golden Hour-Kacey Musgraves

Baby, don't you know? That you're my golden hour The color of my sky You've set my world on fire And I know, I know everything's gonna be alright I used to get sad And lonely when the sun went down But it's different now 'Cause I love the light that I've found In you

I would not be here, writing or making playlists, were it not for Elucien. More importantly, were it not for Elucien, I wouldn't have met all of the wonderful people I now get to call my friends.

@acowarelucien @asnowfern @andrigyn @bookofmirth @bagelfyre @cursebrkr @c-e-d-dreamer @carmasi @damedechance @foundress0fnothing @iftheshoef1tz @melting-houses-of-gold @iheartfjords @krem-has-a-mess @kingofsummer93 @acourtdelaluna @lovingelucien @ofduskanddreams @mossytrashcan @octobers-veryown @panicatthenightcourt @reverie-tales @spell-cleavers @separatist-apologist @stickyelectrons @sunshinebingo @thelovelymadone @the-lonelybarricade @tuzna-pesma-snova @vulpes-fennec @velidewrites @wittyrejoinder @wilde-knight @yazthebookish @ineffable-resplendence @sideralwriting @ablogofbipanic @acourtdelaluna @foreverinelysian @filthyglamdoll @thesistersarcheron @ultadverb, @bellatrixship @potatocolada, @bennylavasbuns @lady-yenn @millameazza @acourtofthought

[forestshadow-wolf]

What if Soap and ghost were on a mission that turned south. Not because of the unpredicted gun fight. Or because the target tried to run.

Cw: Main Character Death

No they were almost always prepared for those kinds of complications. Almost expected them. It was very rare that things went to perfectly to plan, and it was almost disappointing when it didn't happen.

What they weren't prepared for was a botched opportunity to aquire some new intel.

It wasn't that they couldn't download the intel. They both always had a flash drive on them for just in case scenarios, like this one. It wasn't even that the intel was fucked... well, kinda...

They'd agreed that soap would grab the intel, ghost would start taking the target back to the exfil location, and wait for soap there. Easy enough, right?

He shucked the protection of his gloves, in favor of the dexterity he needed for the touch screen. Turns out grabbing intel was not so easy if said intel is bugged to detonate a bomb underneath the warehouse as soon as the download starts... there's a distinct *CLICK* and soap has half a second to think 'well I'm fucked'

And then he's opening his eyes to dust and debris bathed in the orange light of fire. There's something that digs into his back, right between his shoulder blades. His head rings. Or maybe that's his radio.

One hand paws at his radio, as he uses his other hand to push himself up. Both attempts in vain. His radio toned in his ear, and while he did manage to get standing it for only for about half a second before he collapsed. He released the button on his radio. Still it crackled unintelligibly.

Thank god he decided to look into electrical wiring for setting up a new model of charges because after a minute and a lot of fiddling, his radio garbled something half understandable.

"-NNY! HOW COPY? JOHNNY! HOW! COPY!"

"Ah'm alive. Warehouse blew."

"I know. You injured?"

"Aye, can't hold m'legs under me. How'd you get the target to confess to the bomb?" It felt like his head was swimming.

"I didn't. It was the giant bloody mushroom cloud. Don't. Move. I'm comin' for ya."

Oh. Yeah, that made more sense, huh.

"Aye, I'll wait fer ya, L.T."

Ghost asked him questions the whole while, keeping him awake. Soap questioned him back, ever the opportunist, to find out more about the man.

"Ghost." He says abruptly cutting off whatever ghost had been saying, as soon as his eyes fluttered opened. "Ah think... ah think ah'm losin' time."

He heard ghost curse under his breath, and his breathing pick up. "Stay awake, Johnny. You hear? Keep talkin' to me. Tell me-.. tell me 'bout your sister. How's she doin'."

"That's a new one. Never had anyone tell me ta keep flappin' my gums..." he coughs wetly, "Hey- is it supposed to be hard to breathe? That's not normal, right?"

Ghost goes really quiet on hsi end of the line then. And then he speaks up, really softly. "Johnny?"

"Yeah, L.T?"

"Liten to me very carefully. Have you been impaled?"

Soap looks down at himself. It's hard to breathe, but he's got nothing poking out of him, so, "no?"

Ghost curses again.

Oh. Hey was the fire that close before? Shouldn't ge be hot, not shivering his fuckin' balls off? Something's... thats... Something's definitely wrong. His eyelids threaten to fall closed.

Wait! No. He's supposed to stay awake. That's what ghost said... he thinks... right? You're not supposed to fall asleep. He learned that in basic didn't he? Why was it so hard to think? Maybe it was the shivering? Wait, but there was fire. He should be hot. He should be trying to get away from it... but he was so tired? He should sleep if he's tired, right? Listen to his body and all that.

Wait! But ghost said!

"Can you talk to me, L.T? 'M tired..."

"JOHNNY! Stay awake! You hear?" The volume of the garbled words startles soap awake again.

"Talk? W'na 'ear yer voice.." he slurs

Ghost answers him appropriately... he thinks. The voice is soothing. He could fall asleep to that voice so easily...

When ghost finds soap he's not breathing, his pulse is faint, and fire is creeping ever closer. He starts rescue breaths immediately. Next come the chest compressions. He feels something snap underneath his hands. He keeps going. Med-evac should be here by now he thinks.

PLEASE! JOHNNY, PLEASE!

he doesn't wake up. His pulse fades weaker and weaker.

He still has time. He still has time. He still has time. He. Still. Has. Time.

He's not losing him. He's not losing him He's not losing him. HE IS NOT LOSING HIM!

Oh... but the medical team pulls him away. He fights back. They drag him out of the building. He watches as they carry soaps lifeless body out through fire.

They don't even start chest compression again. They just lay him down in a body bag and zip it up

A gutteral, heart-wrenching scream rips through the air. It's him. He knows it's him. But he can't feel it. Can't hear it. Not really anyway. He screams, pushes, curses, shoves. Anything to bring Johnny back.

Johnny does not come back.

He collapses. They have to drag both him and Johnny the body back to the helo.

That's it. That's how it ends.

Nothing quiet and soft like they both hoped for. Nothing brilliant or spectacular. Not even taking the life of an enemy or saving a comrade's life. Just...

The autopsy report said a punctured lung.

The explosion must've broken his ribs. His best guess it that it punctured his lung when he'd tried to get up tjat first time. Then fluid began to fill his lungs. And neither of them knew. Not until it was too late anyway. Soap had gone into shock, and Ghost hadn't been able to get there fast enough. They said they didn't know how he survived so long with the filled lung.

But ghost knows. He stayed to talk to simon. Just for a little longer.

That's the only consolation he gets as he fills out the mission report. That soap's hear stopped beating to the sound of his voice. He'd always said simon had a lovely voice, he wasn't sure if he believed that but soap seemed to think so.

But what now... what... happens... now...

This was supposed to be like 2.5 sentences but it grew legs and ran away from me

[wytchsbrew]

Throughout his many years as an Independent, he'd gone through varying heat cycles, or "pollenating cycles" as Rem had once called it. They were strange happenings in which his body took a complete left turn from what it originally looked like.

His breasts, most importantly, changed during those cycles. While usually, they were muscular, and looked like pectorals, during these times, they swelled. His nipples became larger, more defined, like the female breasts he'd seen throughout his life, but the most obvious thing was the very clear weight added to them.

They never grew large, no, they just swelled with enough weight to look like a set of small, petite breasts. Once the cycle ended, they returned to their usual appearance as though it never happened, but during, Vash always felt... embarrassed.

He tried to hide them beneath his coat. He avoided conflict or personal conversation during those times, for fear of someone noticing and asking him about it, and when he'd been traveling with the girls and Wolfwood, he had one specific heat cycle out of nowhere, and had spent the entirety of that time attempting to wrap his breasts so Wolfwood, at least, wouldn't notice and ask him, "Where'd you get that set of tits?"

At the time, he'd been embarrassed of his own body, and his own anatomy, thinking it another reason to keep humans away from him intimately for fear they'd be terrified of his general aura of different from themselves.

He'd been so wrong.

Turns out, having an extremely beautiful partner worship that body in it's entirety really helped one's self esteem, Vash realized.

He peered down at his husband, then, as he sat on Wolfwood's lap, thighs spread on either side of him, cum still dripping from his wet cunt. Wolfwood was looking up at him like he absolutely hung the moon, affection and love swimming in his gaze from where his face was nearly buried between his breasts.

"Now," Wolfwood whispered, and his beautiful eyes darted downward to Vash's exposed chest once more, perky little breasts peeking out from yanked downward, black lacy bra cups. "Where were we?"

Once upon a time, this sort of closeup scrutiny would have brought Vash to new realms of embarrassment, probably to tears.

Even when he'd first become pregnant and his breasts began swelling with milk, he'd had a moment of horror because, Wolfwood had never seen him with breasts thus far.

How would he react? Would he find it strange?

He'd finally worked up the courage to show him after a few days of Wolfwood asking why he was walking around the house covered head to toe in the middle of hot weather, and the reaction had been, um, immediate.

Needless to say, Wolfwood worshiped his breasts every chance he got to see them, and tonight, their first night back in each other's arms carnally after Vash gave birth, was no exception. And Vash found himself welcoming the attention Wolfwood was no doubt about to bestow upon him.

"I believe, you were about to fulfill my request of fucking me until I can't sit down anymore?" Vash, arms tossed around his husband's neck, nuzzled his chest forward until Wolfwood's nose peeked between his cleavage.

"Mmm, oh, yeah," Wolfwood's hands fell to Vash's hips, strong and sturdy, wide and big on his skin, and he lifted him upward, with ease. The next second, he pushed Vash back down, full speed, with all his strength.

And speared him directly on his massive cock, all the way to the base. This upright position made him feel bigger than ever, spreading Vash's pussy to the absolute limit, stealing air right from his lungs in a rush as the crown knocked against his already sensitive cervix.

His mouth opened on a silent little cry, and Wolfwood grinned up at him, smug.

"Now, you're gonna stay right there and not move," he drawled. "Not until I'm done with what I wanna do."

Excitement raced through him and if he wasn't painfully wet before, he definitely was now. It nearly knocked him off his knees and almost sent him into another, weaker orgasm, but he wanted to savor this. He wanted it to last as long as Wolfwood would allow.

They had the entire night to themselves, just to worship each other. He wasn't about to let that go to waste.

One experienced hand slipped up from his waist and slowly cupped around the bottom of his right breast. Wolfwood leaned in and planted a soft kiss upon his breast. Tender, gentle, on the very edge of his pink nub of a nipple.

Also, his breasts were very, very sensitive when swollen, something Wolfwood knew, and used for absolute evil machinations against him often.

"Mmm," Vash bit back a moan, tilting his head and leaning into the feeling of Wolfwood's mouth on him, even in the slightest of ways. "Nicholas-"

The cock buried inside him gave a hard twitch, throbbing at the mere sound of his voice whispering his name, because while Wolfwood may have known of all the things Vash liked and used them for the evil, the same could be said of Vash.

With a little moan himself, Wolfwood ducked his head and caught the nipple between his lips. Heat spiked through Vash, making him huff and puff out small noises, while Wolfwood swirled his tongue along that nub, tasting it, savoring it, flicking and teasing it.

They really needed to close that front door, also, he remembered, curling his fingertips into the nape of Wolfwood's hair. If someone were to walk in on them during this, he imagined they'd be a little traumatized - oh, oh shit! All thoughts flew from his brain when Wolfwood's cool, expert lips tighted around his nipple and started sucking like his life depended on it.

He wasn't expecting the wave of pleasure that crashed over him as he felt his milk supply flood into Wolfwood's awaiting mouth - something he had not been expecting, and something he didn't think would feel this good.

They were no stranger to nipple play, but this... This was different, and Vash couldn't hold back. He tossed his head back, and cried out "Nicholas!" in the same tone one might scream for help from their particular set of Gods.

Perhaps it was simply the thrill of his husband being the one to suckle at him, the familiar rush of feeling Wolfwood's hands on him, his cock buried deep in his cunt, had truly reduced him to a horny teenager again, sensitive to every little touch Wolfwood gave him, butterflies raging behind his ribcage at the mere thought of doing this with him.

He wondered if that feeling would ever go away between them, sometime after they'd been together long enough that he started noticing silver hairs in Wolfwood's dark mane, long enough that he noticed the wrinkles next to his eyes as he laughed.

He doubted it.

A scrape of teeth between sucking raked a moan from his lungs; he gasped, fingertips scrambling for purchase in the haphazard button up shirt still covering Wolfwood's body. And Wolfwood flat out hummed against his skin, pleased with the noises, and dove in further, sucked as hard as he could against the already sensitive bud of nerves, suckling and drinking from Vash's breast hungrily, needily, greedily.

All the while, his hands roamed.

One set of fingers curled around the nipple not being sucked, twisting and perking and pulling. The other hand curled around Vash's ass, gripping and pressing between his plump cheeks with hot fingers.

His moan heightened into a cacophony of bitten back cries. His lungs and throat screamed for the chance to let loose and shout how much he wanted to cry out for Wolfwood, let him know how much he loved him, but he couldn't.

Instead, he just gripped his husband's shoulders and huffed out heavy gasps, whimpering as he continued to breastfeed from him.

The hand on his ass tightened, fingers attempting to delve deeper, before Wolfwood popped his lips off his nipple. Vash watched as Wolfwood's gaze admired his handiwork, the nipple now swollen and wet and glistening, a bead of milk left dripping.

"What're you doing?" His chest heaved with the effort to speak.

"Just wanted to tell you how much this is doing it for me. Also, you taste sweet." His tongue darted out and he gathered the last speck of milk from the tip of his nipple, and audibly hummed "mmmm" as though he'd never tasted anything as good as Vash.

Shit.

Vash allowed himself a little moment of weakness to rock his hips backward onto the giant cock splitting him open, desperate for friction of any kind. His entire pussy throbbed and ached and pulsated with the need to get absolutely demolished, he was positively dripping for Wolfwood.

He had no idea breastfeeding would awaken something in him, either, but... His sex life with Wolfwood surprised him every single day.

Wolfwood quietly moved sideways, and gathered the second nipple into his mouth. As he began quickly suckling hard on this one, and Vash felt the familiar flow of milk, Wolfwood also gave him exactly what he wanted and started bucking his hips upward, rocking body their bodies together in a not-quite-enough movement, but still good enough.

Good enough that Vash tossed his mouth open and cried out with everything in him.

"Fuck, Nicholas! Nick, Nick, Nick-" His hands moving to grip harder on Wolfwood's shoulders, despite the mouth still latched to his breast, he frantically lifted his hips and dropped them down again.

Messy, sloppy, desperate, he rode Wolfwood fast in this difficult angle for everything he was worth. Fast, faster, all the while Wolfwood suckling and drinking from his jiggling breast, eyes squeezed shut, hands gripping him with bruising strength.

He slammed down, until the wet symphony of his pussy slurping hard against the girth filled their entire house in an obscene, filthy way, echoing through their living room and right toward the -

Deep in his pussy, that thick cock twitched hard enough to knock against the thing Vash had been searching for, and Wolfwood groaned against his nipple, and came with such fervor, Vash felt his hot seed fill him to the brim, spilling out from his entrance and soaking down Vash's thighs.

Vash lost himself for a moment, just a split second, as his body collapsed into his own orgasm. He thought he may have screamed, he thought his vision whited out, he thought many things all at once as he lost himself in the throes of orgasm, clutching tightly to his husband's strong body-

"NICO!"

The voice called out sharply throughout their home, and Vash had but a moment of orgasm-hazed realization, before Wolfwood twisted his head away from his body, and they both darted their gazes toward the entryway of their home.

"Nico, what the fuck, your front door is open, I heard screaming! Is everything okay!"

Livio, wearing a white t-shirt way too small for his body, and holding something tightly in his fist, stepped around the corner of the foyer.

And stopped dead in his tracks.

The sight was probably far too much for him, Vash could imagine, what with his brother-in-law half naked, wearing haphazard lingerie, dripping cum all over his brother's cock that still lay buried deep within him, and his own brother, milk and spit on his lips, what they'd been doing extremely obvious what with Vash's nipples puffy and shining and dripping in the low light of their living room.

His eyes widened.

He took a step back.

"Oh, God, you guys," Livio slapped a palm over his eyes, and frantically whipped around. "I'm so sorry! Nico, you left your wedding band at the orphanage, I just wanted to make sure you got it back, oh my GOD, WHAT THE FUCK."

Wolfwood paused. "Oh. Thanks, Livio."

"Thanks, Livio," Livio repeated in a mocking tone - it sounded like he wanted to cry, and Vash hardly blamed him. If he had ever walked in on Knives doing something like this, he probably would have lit himself on fire. "Listen, Nico, if you want to breastfeed from your husband, SHUT THE FUCKING FRONT DOOR."

Wolfwood laughed, a beautiful, lazy, content sound that made Vash's entire core twitch around him.

"You got it, buddy."

[notkijoon]

“ worrying won’t do you any good. ”

yeah, that's what they always say.

their day starts off on a positive note. it's one of those rare summer days that foreshadow the turn of the season soon to come, a day where kijoon can actually wear a flannel and jeans working outside and not be forced to change his attire every hour until work is over. something he can write home about is his level of productivity today while daeun isn't around (somewhat of a surprise now to quite a few people who have grown accustom to daeun's recent increased presence). his grandmother is actually happy to see her grandson working solo because as much as she has come to grow fond of them, she has noticed a distinguishable lag in kijoon's work when he is there.

ie. the working for ten minutes and then getting distracted and wandering off to find daeun to talk to him for half an hour and then back to work for ten and back again to daeun to check on how they're doing. oh, and obviously, the obvious puppy eyes. she sees the signs loud and clear.

she's not wrong. when daeun isn't around, kijoon has nothing to keep him from his work. but on the flip side, when daeun isn't around, kijoon has nothing to keep him from his thoughts.

it was a conversation, albeit a short one, because daeun doesn't technically owe kijoon an explanation for anything and he knows that. he had been biting down on the inside of his cheek so hard when daeun told him about how jiwoo would be coming to town to visit the following week that he actually started to bleed. all kijoon knew about jiwoo prior to this was the sheer amount of audacity this fool had treating daeun the way he did — how someone could look at such beauty and consciously opt to ignore it. how daeun could ever come second, third, maybe even last to jiwoo was possible for him to wrap his mind around; thoughts swim in his head from the moment he wakes up 'till the moment he's finally washed the farm off him for the day and drives with a little too much pent up frustration into town.

he's glad at least jaewon and keith are there to get a few hazy ipas into his system quickly. it's not a good sign returning to his bad coping habits from years ago, but it's the only way kijoon can get the edge off before he sees daeun again post their conversation. in between each buzzed thought that tells him he needs to do something to convince daeun that this man is no good for him, the logical side battles that it's not his place. a hard pill for him to swallow, daeun is not his and he has no authority over what he chooses to do. ultimately, kijoon wants the best for daeun, which is to not be with this user, and a few shots later (no thanks to the bartender who hooked jaewon up, mistakenly assuming they were having a good time), kijoon is tipsy and ungracefully stepping his way through the crowd to the only crown of blonde hair in the sea of people. jaewon and keith exchange concerned glances and trail him at a distance.

kijoon always finds his way back to him.

"i — listen," what was it about the logical side of his brain telling him this isn't his place? oh yeah, fuck that. all bets are off when there's alcohol involved. "i'm not tryna' disrespect him or anything, but, damn, what is it about him that you like so much?" kijoon is shouting over the speaker that daeun has chosen to inconveniently sit directly next to. "it's just... he's not a good guy, bruh. how many times has he actually texted you since you've been here? when was the last time he asked you how you were? have you told him ... "

about the time you and me sat out to watch the sunset together talking for hours? about how you lay with me in the bed of my pickup truck to stargaze in my backyard? or how about the time you let me hold you in my arms at the beach and you tried to play it off like it was casual, but we both know these conversations we keep having are conveniently leaving out so many details?

that would be his heart talking. right now, it's just the booze.

" ... never mind. anyways, what i'm trying to say is, what's the point in him coming to visit? does he even want to see you?" man is no different from a lion. when they become territorial, they will do anything to protect what they think is theirs. kijoon's ego is in a weakened state and he's floundering any possible way to salvage it. he wants to tell daeun he's scared of the inevitable truth that once jiwoo comes to visit that he'll be put on the back burner to some scrawny narcissist who has probably never even touched grass in his life. the thought of it makes his alcohol churn in his stomach.

even when daeun is drinking too, they still have that beautiful summer glow. kijoon can see the frustration bubbling to the surface in the furrow of daeun's arched brows, and this is all so unfair, because seeing daeun upset with him only continues to propel him to prod further at the subject. he leans closer to daeun, the buzz giving him that distinct i'm about at my limit and if i drink more i'm going to turn into a raging fucking dragon and burn this entire establishment down sort of lean. "come on, daeun. are you listening to me?"

"worrying won't do you any good," they answer. a bad one. there's nothing like emotional dismissiveness to get kijoon fired up.

he chuckles sarcastically and throws his head back. "really?" his tone has bite to it, bite he hasn't used with daeun before and never in his fairytale fantasies did he picture the two of them going tit-for-tat. he's pissed off now, because why is daeun upset at him for pointing out the truth? what the fuck has he done besides, well, literally almost everyfuckingthing with him? "that's all you have to say to everything i've just said? wow." he leans back in his chair and crosses his arms, clicking his tongue. "you sure have a way with words, daeun."

jaewon and keith continue to monitor them intently from a few tables over.

[whumping-valentine]

@augusnippets Day 6: Shipwreck ⚓

Content: Shipwreck, storm at sea, arguments, fantasy setting, non-human characters.

Characters used: Merlin and Linda

The sibling arguments honestly make this more funny than whumpy but I guess that's bc they're not in any actual danger because of their magic. It's just an inconvenience.

Skipped day 5 because I wasn't feeling up to writing.

~~~

     Merlin and Linda were certainly adventurous when compared to the rest of their family. They weren't ones for the stuffy life the rest of them lived. The twins were children of the sea, and when you're a creature with water magic, it was hard not to be.

Like all the other days, the siblings were having a cruise on their ship, now heading back towards the coast, though still a ways away. Darkness loomed in the sky up above.

     “Oh, shit Merlin.” Linda said, “Storm clouds up ahead.”

     “Yeah, I have eyes, Merlinda.” Her brother said, “We're not far from the fortress, we'll be fine. We can just fly anyway.”

     “We can't fly when our wings are wet. You know what they're gonna be after a thunderstorm? Wet!”

     “Oh, yeah, cause you don't wanna leave the ship behind. Captain's honor and all that bullshit, we can just get a new boat.”

     “I don't even know why I tolerate you.”

Merlin crossed his arms as he leaned over the side of the ship. As the clouds quickly rolled in he soon felt a droplet hit his nose that was turned towards the sky. Almost all at once, rain began falling in large drops, getting heavy, quickly out of hand.

"Fuck, that came out of nowhere!" Linda yelled mostly to herself as she tried to keep the ship steady.

In the matter of just a minute it was like the world had turned to night. The rain was loud and made it almost impossible to hear even their own thoughts, especially when paired with the raging waves and creaking wood.

     “Linda, use your magic! Control the waves!”

     “We have the same magic, you idiot! How about YOU use YOUR magic?! I'M the fucking captain! Make yourself useful, dumbass! I'm trying to make sure we don't fucking topple over!”

     “Which is why you should be the one using magic!”

     “We can't even use our magic to stop the storm! That's air magic, not water magic!”

     “I didn't say stop the fucking storm, I said stop the fucking WAVES! You know what you can also do with water magic?! CONTROL THE FUCKING RAIN AS IT FALLS FROM THE SKY!”

      “YOU CAN DO THAT TOO!!!”

      Both the twins screamed as a strong wave hit their ship, almost knocking it completely sideways. They stumbled off their hooves and fell to the wooden floor, rolling and sliding across it as it filled with water before steadying. The sails were torn and ripped apart, flapping in the harsh winds.

As if it couldn't get any worse, lighting struck the ship, the loudest sound they'd ever heard, and they could say it with confidence. Their ears were ringing, their hearts were pounding, and it was so hard to think. The wood was burnt black, and despite the water, a fire was left in the strike's destruction.

Both made the decision to jump into the water, swimming down, down, down. Linda shot glances back at her brother as she swam closer to the shore. There was a large cut on her arm, leaving a trail of blood on the water. The waves calmed to a slow, though rain still fell. They resurfaced.

      “...You know… with hindsight I think… one of us should've done the waves and the other… should have done the rain…” Merlin said.

      “... OH REALLY, YOU THINK SO?”

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Yes their parents did in fact name their twins Merlin and Merlinda. Can't think of a worse fate LMAO. To make it even worse Linda is trans and they're identical. Ngl if I was her I would've changed my name to something completely different rather than switching an o for an a but then again their identity issues are a part of their characters so… that's why lol.

They usually get along very well but I suppose this is one of those instances where you just can't stand your sibling. We've all been there. I can say with 100% certainty that once they got home Merlin apologized and treated Linda's wounds because he cares and felt bad.

[meryamthebadassbitch]

𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 {𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫}

Warning: Angst, Fluff, swear words...

A/N: I'm in love with Ben Barnes, that's it, he is so fucking beautiful so I wrote this, between listen to this song for better experience:

Chase Atlantic- Friends

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"Edmund the painting!" spoke Lucy while staring at the moving image, water immediately started pouring down as Y/N held Eustace back before he could do something to it, the water instantly started covering the whole room, her lungs started burning as she hurriedly swam back to the surface to get a little oxygen, breathing heavily Y/N looked around in search of her siblings checking if they were okay but stopped upon her eyes landed on the huge ship in front of them, "swim!" shouting at them the H/C haired girl swam faster than she ever had, making sure to keep an eye on her siblings including Eustace, stopping brutally at the sudden arm sneaking around her waist her E/C eyes widened before turning around to punch whoever the hell this is but this person was quicker yet stronger than her as he blocked her with a charming smile, "Caspian!" she exclaimed loudly while holding Caspian's hand as tightly as she could for dears life, sparkles grew in her E/C eyes as she stared at him with joy.

"Oh I'm so sorry your majesty!" she said bowing down as soon as they were aboard the ship but Caspian already hurled himself into her arms, nearly knocking her over given how taller he was than her, blushing a deep tint of red she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him possibly closer, Caspian tightened his grip around her waist hugging her with one step higher, "I missed you" whispered the king to her ear sending a shiver down her spine "I missed you more, King Caspian"

Eustace for the whole time kept talking nonsense about how he will contact the British council (as if they were gonna believe him) and have them all arrested for kidnapping, "kidnapping is it?" spoke Caspian from behind while bumping his shoulder with her favorite smile on his face before continuing his words "That's funny, I thought we saved your life?" "You held me against my will!" "did I?" both Reepicheep and Lucy snickered at his words while Y/N and Edmund rolled their eyes, "Listen, Eustace, you better respect him, for now, you're in Narnia and he's your king, don't make me say it twice or i'm telling your mother about every single thing you said to us, you know, she likes me?" her tone was serious as she warned him to respect Caspian who smiled at her proudly.

Y/N thought he looked more beautiful with the beard, he always was the most beautiful guy to her, and him with a beard, and wearing those outfits that look like pirate ones made her fall for him deeper than she already was, every time one of her siblings would look at her she is either talking to him or staring lovingly at him, she loved how his voice would vibrate through her ears whenever he's talking, there she was standing at the end of the ship staring into nothing but at the water thinking about him, Reepicheep seemed to notice the sudden mood changing before making his way toward her, "Hello your majesty" looking away from the ocean she smiled at him kindly "hey Reep, call me Y/N only" she was the queen and her telling him to call her by her name was probably one of the best things, "yes, of course, may I ask you a question your majesty- I mean Y/N?" he asked kindly.

"depends on the answer, but go on?" "Are you in love with King Caspian?" that was sudden, standing there in silence Y/N blinked and stood in silence thinking of his question, noticing the sudden silence the talking mouse immediately started apologizing while bowing down, "Hey calm down, I won't cut your head off! the answer to your question is yes" 'damn Y/N, that was quick' she thought disappointment written on her face as she tried so hard to fight the urge of screaming and jumping off the boat, laughing awkwardly she turned her attention back to the waving mermaids, nodding her head at their direction she turned back her attention to the mouse who seemed to be in shock of her words, "well, you both will make an amazing couple" her face lit up at his words "you think so?" "oh yes I do, I have seen the way you look at him, Caspian couldn't stop talking about you for about three years anyways" The fire of passion flamed in Y/N's face.

"So? have you found you a queen in those three years?" asked Lucy on the other side of the table while brushing a strand of hair behind her air, Caspian smiled at her before responding "No, so how are Peter and Susan?" this time it was him who asked the question in hope to change the subject, "Peter and Susan are alright, thanks for asking, Susan said Y/N talked about you ever since we met you and her house is full of letters of her talking about how handsome and brilliant you are, I, as her younger sister never seen happier than now, well, until she talks about you, of course!" Lucy seemed to notice him trying to change the subject, he was speechless, there is no way Y/N loves him more than he did, he thought she didn't love him at all and Lucy telling him how she always talks about him, made his day- no, his life a hundred times better.

"Hello" Y/N's voice startled him as he brutally turned around pointing his sword inches away from her neck he sighed heavily making her chuckle, it was late at night and here she was holding two cups of orange juice she made herself, handing him a cup she sat beside him with a smile, "I'm sorry Y/N I didn't mean to point-" Caspian immediately started panicking before turning his head to her with worry in his beautiful eyes, putting her hand on top of his she gave him a reassuring smile "hey, it's alright, I should apologize for scaring you" her thumb rubbed his soft skin trying to ease his panicking down, Caspian melted as soon as her hands touched his making her smile. "You have changed, cause the last time you were just a prince who attacked Peter not knowing who he was, and now here you are a king, you deserve it, I'm sure the crown would look amazing on you and with that Spanish accent" a chuckle escaped his lips as he remembered the first time he met them, he could still remember Y/N wearing a dark blue dress beside Susan and smiling at him softly, Both of them seemed to not notice their hands intertwined as they both laughed and drank their juice.

"I like it" "What?" "the beard, you look handsome, really handsome" "oh so you think I wasn't handsome before?" now it was her turn to panic as she snapped her head toward him while shaking her head, "No! you were always handsome Caspian!" laughter escaped him as he tried to hold himself from bursting out of laughter and waking everyone, frowning she punched his shoulder feeling embarrassed, covering her face in her knees she listened to his laughter, it was beautiful, it was— music to her ears as she read in some books.

"W-we should probably head inside it's getting cold besides we should rest, we have a long day tomorrow?" she said getting up while holding her hand out, helping him stand on his feet she held the two cups in her hand before placing them on the small table, "Good night" as she was about to walk away "Stop Y/N...wait!" Caspian grabbed hold of her arm and stopped any further movement, "I'm so sorry, darling, for everything" he whispered soothingly as he pulled her toward his chest, her breath hitched in her throat as she tried to believe what is going on, slowly wrapping her arm around his waist she hugged him back listening to his heartbeat questioning what it would be like to cuddle him, trying to keep herself from blushing a huge grin was on her face as Caspian's finger brushed her hair, his lips were suddenly on her forehead, brushing it lightly— that soft touch sent shivers down her whole body. "Good night, Y/N" with that he was off.

For the past days, it was full of adventure, Eustace becoming a dragon, fighting a sea serpent after following a blue star, who was a beautiful woman named Lilliandil who seemed to know about her crush on the lovely king and convinced her to confess before it's too late. Too late, what does she mean by that, of course, we are going to come back here? she thought at first, but when Aslan told them they grew and can't come back here, her hands started shaking, "This is our last time here, isn't it?" "Yes, you have grown up, my dear one, just like Peter and Susan" spoke Aslan calmly as he made her way toward her with soft eyes, her words broke up and all she could say were stuttering sounds as hot tears streamed down her face, squeezing her eyelids shut in the hope the tears would stop, "you were the closest thing I had to family, and that includes you Eustace" spoke Caspian behind her she could tell he was about to cry also, looking down she let the tears fall to the sand, turning around she ran to Caspian before wrapping her arms around his neck tightly

Sobbing she pulled away before smashing her lips into his, she kissed him like he wanted to be kissed, "I can't leave you, I can't live without you Caspian please I need you in my life!" staring deep into his eyes she let the tears continue to fall, Caspian couldn't help but pull her into a kiss a rough one full of emotions, as she wrapped her arm once again behind his neck, Her hands went from the sides of his head and down to his neck, "I'm sorry, I love you, my love" "I love you so much Caspian and I'm so sorry I didn't say it before" her forehead was against his as she cried, slowly pulling away he grabbed her cheek wiping the tears that fell down her ravishing eyes "promise me, you will get married and live happily, have kids, but don't forget me" "I can't promise that, I love you and I'm not getting married unless it isn't you!" she was stubborn.

Kneeling in front of Aslan she looked down while begging the lion for his help "Please Aslan, you know I can't live without him, can't you create another Caspian who rules the kingdom and he can live with me, please, I am begging you Aslan, and that is the only thing I ask from you?" she asked in the hope he will do something but only put his paw on top of her knee making her look up at him, her eyes were bloodshot as she stared at him straight into his eyes, giving her a small nod he spoke "I'll see what I can do about it, my dear, you should go now" nodding she sniffled before wiping her cheeks with the back of her sleeve getting up she pulled Aslan into a hug, he became a part of her life ever since they came to Narnia, she could feel him resting his head on her shoulder.

Planting a kiss on Caspian's cheek one last time she grabbed his face, both her hands on his cheek felt wonderful as he examined her in front of him taking in every single inch of her body in his memory, "I love you so much Caspian" "and so do I" leaning against her hand he softly placed his on top of hers keeping the eye contact looking at her deeply, brushing her lips against his one lost time, she pecked his lips before walking away, his cheek felt cold as soon as her hand left his cheek and there she was standing beside her family who gave her a guilty smile while rubbing her back. The eye contact Caspian made with her hadn't been broken just yet.

It has been 3 months since they came back from Narnia, she wasn't feeling well, she wasn't the cheerful girl she was, she became quiet very quiet and her eyes rarely showed a hint of joy but only tiredness, exhausted after another tiring day, Y/N held the picture in front of her along with the letter, tears immediately started covering her eyes at the sight of Caspian's handwriting, it was beautiful very beautiful, letting out a chuckle she pressed the picture against her chest before fluttering her eyes shut with a smile still on her face, her eyes flickered into darkness due to exhaustion.

'I miss you my love' she thought before drifting into a deep slumber

Jolting on her bed at the sound of something falling from her closet she grabbed the closet thing, a book, slowly getting up she made her way toward the closet holding the book tightly in her hand while cocking her head to the side, someone was breathing in her fucking closet, slamming the door open she was about to swing her book into that person's head but stopped after realizing who it was.

There he was standing, the love of her life, King Caspian, in her closet staring directly at her.

The book fell from her hand with a loud thud as she stared at him with wide eyes, "Hello, did I interrupt your sleep darling?" His voice rang through her ear as she stared at him, she couldn't believe it, the love of her life was in front of her in the closet when he is supposed to be in Narnia doing his job as a king, tears covered her E/C eyes as she threw herself around him, her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to her, she missed him, she missed how his hand would linger down her back stopping at her waist pulling her toward his chest, she missed how he would whisper sweet nothings into her ear while hugging, especially when his lips were pressed against hers into a soft lovely kiss.

"Oh Caspian, I missed you so much, how-" before she could finish her words Caspian pulled her into a rough kiss straight into the mouth without warning, Y/N on the other hand gladly accepted her hand playing with his hair stroking his scalp gently which drove Caspian crazy, pulling away he cupped her cheeks while pressing kisses around her whole face making her giggle, "but what about your kingdom-" "Aslan said he will handle it and sent me here!" The feeling of him holding her caused more goosebumps to arise all over her.

The door to her room suddenly slammed open and there stood Edmund and Lucy ready to attack whoever this is, "What the fuck- Caspian!" both her siblings pulled the king into a hug while asking plenty of questions before pulling him down the stairs to meet their mother, who happily added him to the family and wanted both of them to get married as soon as possible, "Thank you Aslan" she whispered before closing the door to her room while making her way down the stairs listening to her mother talking about her and how handsome he is.

[jangmi-latte]

࿐ “If Malleus had given you anything in the form of gold or diamond. You must prepare yourself. That’s a sign. You may not bear his kids just yet, but once his heat comes, it will be inevitable to stop him.”

➻ warnings: nsfw w/ a mix of fluff, breeding kink intensifies, vaginal penetration, clingy mal mal, rough sex, cunnilingus, just malleus going all out 

➻ comments: it’s going to go back and forth between fluff and smut so be aware. minors, do not interact! this is The Dragon’s Temptation part two so enjoy! 4.4k words and fem reader <3

"Lilia…" you called, concerned, "...why are you laughing so much?" With no signs of stopping, the old fae continued to holler in laughter. His whole body shook as he continued to take in deep breaths in between chortles. You were growing even more concerned. It wasn't maniacal laughter, neither was it sadistic, it was just Lilia laughing in… joy if you would put it.

Silver— who was staring at Lilia and is currently half-awake—nudged his father to catch his attention; it didn’t work. Scratching his head with the same concerned expression on his face, he said, “Father. You know how laughing out of nowhere makes me nervous.”

The old fae shimmered down into small chuckles, wiping a tear or two as he laid back on the couch. Out of breath is he, he looked at you and chuckled again. His shoulders mockingly shaking before letting out a loud sigh. “It’s happening again.”

“What’s happening again?” both you and Silver asked simultaneously. Lilia looked over at the second-floor balcony of the castle they resided in. In silence, he caught Malleus, who stood and was staring at nothing; or at you. He was deep in thought, and neither you nor Silver noticed. Lilia asked Silver to give you and him some privacy, and the young man respectfully obeyed. He left you with the older fae and your husband, who now descended down the stairs, yet hid behind the wall. He avoided you, much to his dismay, and you have yet to notice the distance he has been placing.

“y/n, dear.” He sat upright and gestured for you to sit down beside him. You obliged and listened attentively. Lilia’s tone was soft, fatherly— or grandfatherly— like. Your thumb caressed the small black diamond that adorned your wedding ring whilst you glanced around in hopes of looking for Malleus. With half your attention situated in your surroundings, you looked back at Lilia, who held a knowing smile.

“Has Malleus given you anything yet?”

You pondered; it wasn’t your anniversary or was the day anything special. You replied, “Uhh... “ you bit the joint of your index finger in thought, “Give me anything like what? Be specific, please…” In the back of your head, you knew the answer. You have been married to and living with Malleus for five years now, it’s not unusual for Lilia to act like something was going to happen.

“Oh, you know what I’m talking about, dear.” There go the shaking shoulders and the suppressed laughter again.

Knew it.

You took a deep breath of air and leaned back on the couch. Your hands covered your face in embarrassment as you remembered the night before. Malleus gave you a pair of 24-carat gold earrings last night. Additionally, he was very lustful and clingy. He would sniff your neck while you’re in the kitchen, he would kiss your knuckles while you’re at the garden, he would hold and grip your thighs while he handled royal duties, and he would kiss and lick your breasts while you slept.

“Those earrings surely are beautiful.” Lilia grinned and stretched, before continuing, “Looks like I have to tell the gnomes to be ready in nine months again.”

“No, wait, Lilia! I’m not even pregnant—”

“Yet.” He cut you off with a wink.

“How would you even know I would get pregnant again this time?!” you whisper-yelled, face flushed in red. Unbeknownst to you, Malleus has been itching to touch you again as he stayed behind the wall. As each day passes by, he keeps on touching you, making sure to stay close to you at all times. It was only today that he kept his distance. He knew he would break any second and just fuck you on the spot.

“Is Faye enough of an answer for you?”

“Mama!”

Speaking of the devil, a little girl, no older than four, ran inside the castle’s lounge and wore a big grin on her face. She stopped just as your legs caught her from toppling to the ground. In a fit of giggles, she climbed onto your lap and kissed your cheek. “Hi, baby,” you cooed and rubbed your nose against your daughter’s cheek.

“Mama, mama. I found...i-i found—” she spoke, too hyper and giddy to finish her sentences as you tried to calm her down while rubbing her back.

“Deep breaths, sweetie.”

Obeying, she took a deep breath and exhaled. She then continued with her statement, “I found a mama duck with her…” she stopped and looked at her fingers, mumbling the numbers as she lifted each finger, “...four—” she showed you four fingers, “—baby duckies, and they were going for a swim! I want to touch one, but Silver told me not to.” Faye pouted.

You grinned, giggling as you kissed her cheek. “That’s great! And Silver is right. Don’t touch mama duck and her babies because she might get angry and hurt you. It’s just like how papa and I would get angry if someone else touches you.”

“She looks so much like Malleus. I feel nostalgic,” Lilia spoke and squished Faye’s cheeks. He wasn’t lying; Faye had green eyes and your hair. What made her look a lot like her father was her having his horns. She has developed into a part dragon, and her horns looked like two small bumps on her head.

“Grandpapaaaa…” Faye complained with a giggle as Lilia stopped his pinching. “Where’s papa, where’s papa?!” She looked around and even stood on your lap to look for her father.

“Ah, Faye. Come with grandpapa for a second. Playtime is over. It's time for your reading sessions. Your mother will look for your father while we read.” Lilia nodded his head towards the wall near the stairs, indicating Malleus' whereabouts. He carried the princess away from you and into another room. She even waved at you and sent you a flying kiss before Lilia closed the door. You sighed.

Malleus is in heat and Faye needs not to know about that.

“Mal?” you called and stood. You hear shifting from behind the wall and as you glance over, you see your husband. He was a bit bigger than his usual height and he had his long tail gently swishing behind him. The formal (it was casual in a way) attire he was wearing had the top buttons unbuttoned, giving you the best breast window you would ever see. As you took in a sharp inhale, he approached you.

You couldn’t speak as he eyed you; you eyed him back. Your brain absorbed this work of art of a husband in front of you. Handsome would be an understatement. “Dearest,” he sighed.

“Why...Why are you like this?” you asked, now concerned as you held his arms.

“You already know the answer.”

“I know but...why…” You moved your hands around, gesturing his whole physique while he looked down at himself. “Has Faye seen you like this?”

“She has,” Malleus said, making you surprised. “She likes playing with my tail. It gave me enough of a distraction from wanting to touch you,” he admitted. His tail wrapped around your waist and pulled you flushed against his chest. The closer you are to Malleus, the more you look at his features.

Your hand caressed his jaw as you smiled, "When did this happen?"

"This morning while you were in Faye's room. It was a sign for me to avoid you at all cost." Malleus' voice was strained and gruff. It held the hesitance of him needing to speak those words. He wants to do the exact opposite of course.

"And why would you do that? Mal. I'm your wife. It's my duty to make sure you're alright and sustained with all your needs. Do you really think you could avoid me?"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I survived during your first heat," you confidently spoke. You felt the king's possessive and needy hands rub against your clothed hips. Itching their way under your dress and towards your thighs while he kept eye contact with you. "And you wouldn't hurt me."

"y/n, you don't understand," came his strict and authoritative tone. "With me in this form, I am already warning you, it's dangerous—"

"That's not stopping me from staying away from you."

"You're so stubborn." Malleus knew who he married as he exhaled through his nose and looked away in sexual frustration. Blabber here, blabber there, that's what you two are doing. What he wants is to mark you, kiss you, lick you, and make you scream already. Unbelievably horny.

You stood your ground, arms crossed over your chest as you stared up at your man. "I am."

His tail tightened around your waist, teeth gritting in frustration, "I held back on my first heat because you weren't my mate yet," he emphasized, "and now that you are my queen—" His used your chin to bring your face closer to his, lips grazing yours sensually as his slitted pupils glared at you, "—I am not going to hold back."

"I will fuck you. Breed you. And make sure you're pregnant by the end of the week. I can not and will not be able to hold myself back if that were to happen. Even if you tell me to stop, I will not. Do you understand, y/n?"

Air got stuck in your throat as your lips quivered. Either you were sexually turned on by Malleus' demeanor or you could really sense how intense his heat was at the moment. He was right. The moment you said 'I do' was the same moment you were claimed as his mate, his queen. How that sentence made your legs weak if it wasn’t for his tail holding you firm.

"Then so be it."

"y/n—…" Malleus searched your eyes for any signs of hesitance, maybe even fear. There was none. Must he be scared if he were to hurt you. You wanted to be there for him during one of his intense moments. Well, you were the one who gave him an heir; it’s not anything new that you would give him another. He only fears that with his strength and power as a fae, with him going out of control, he might just harm you.

And Malleus never wanted that to happen, not to you, not to Faye, not to anyone.

To you, this man is still your husband. This is still Malleus Draconia. Just different but it’s still him. You are his weakness; no matter how stubborn you get, even now that he YEARNS to be around you, you still have that impact on him. “Mal. I promise I’ll be okay. I’m here to help you.”

He sighed, letting you wrap your arms around his chest. “I’ll tell Lilia to keep Faye away from the castle for a week. I can’t expose her to this,” he mumbled against your hair. “By tomorrow, you should be ready.” You felt him inhale your scent as his grip around you tightened. Smiling, you kissed his neck, “As you wish.”

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“Faye, don’t give grandpa and your two big brothers a headache, okay?”

Tomorrow came sooner than you expected. Your husband is going to be one horny dragon for a week and it was hard to find an excuse to tell Silver, Sebek, and Faye since they’re going to be living in a cottage in the meantime. While you prepared yourself the previous night for Malleus—he was already impatient while you spoke to Lilia—you were also preparing Faye’s stuff. Not only did you have to prepare yourself for a rough week, but you also need to prepare to conceive another child. Faye is already old enough and you’re most likely going to give her a little sibling.

The first time Malleus was in heat already caught you off guard, but this time, you were ready. Besides knowing his sex patterns already, this new season was going to bring something new. Malleus’ draconic features showed no signs of disappearing and if his heat wasn’t sustained, he’s going to be very grumpy. You trust Lilia enough to look after your daughter. You could even see Malleus stare at his daughter while she got ready to leave. He’ll miss her, even if it was just a week.

“Yes, mama. I promise!” Faye hooked her small pinky around yours and she pecked your cheek. Sebek was already holding her bag while they waited by the door. Malleus looked at Lilia, eyes squinted as if to tell him something. The older fae just chuckled and nodded, “I got her, I got her.”

“Young Master, are you sure you’ll be alright on your own with the young mistress?” Sebek asked worriedly while he gripped the doorknob. It was a surprise to see his king in such a state, more reason for the knight to get worried. Malleus nodded, watching you approach him with Faye in your arms.

“Kiss papa bye-bye,” you said.

Faye pouted and hooked her arms around Malleus’ neck. Her father held her gently as she kissed his cheek. “I’ll have fun with Silver and Bebek but I’ll miss papa,” she admitted. Malleus smiled and placed his daughter down by using his tail, “I will be alright. After one week, you’re sleeping with your mother and I. Be obedient, am I understood?”

An overprotective father is scarier than a dragon if Silver and Sebek would ever compare.

“Yes, papa!” giggled Faye as she held Silver’s hand.

“We’ll be going now. See you in a week.” Lilia grinned while he ushered the two boys outside. You and Malleus stayed by the door, watching your daughter skip away while she held Silver and Sebek’s hands. “Call us if anything goes wrong okay? Don’t hesitate!” you called out. Lilia simply waved his hand at you while hearing Faye say, “Bebek, I want to pick fruit up trees again!” as their figures slowly disappeared from your view.

You sighed, already missing your daughter. And while you moved away from the door, it slammed shut loudly. Malleus’ hand on the door indicated that it was him who slammed it shut. Without you taking notice, you are now trapped between his body and the door. Your back faced him as his nose tickled your neck; his tongue slithered across your nape, the warmth of his tongue and the cold air sent shivers down your spine.

“Mal…” you inhaled, your hand holding onto his thigh while you arch your neck, “We just sent them off. They might come back…” came your quivering breath.

“Oh, they won’t come back.”

“What—”

Before you could even blink, you were thrown on the bed, dazed by the sudden shift of environment. From the living room, you’re now laying submissively on the bed. He towered over you, eyes narrowed, and glared at you so lustfully. “Wait—”

“I warned you, y/n.” The king crawled on top of you. His long tongue slithered across his lips, breath hitting your face as you started to pant in anticipation. The room grew hot. Your body felt like it was burning. Your legs rubbed against the sheets in dire need to be touched and fucked until you could no longer walk. Only he could make you feel this way. Your man.

“I will no longer hold back.”

And holding back he did not, indeed.

Gripping your neck, Malleus captured your lips in a hot, searing kiss. His tongue, with no hesitance, slithered inside your mouth and in desperation and temptation. Incapable of resisting your own muffled moans, and to keep yourself sane, you weakly gripped on his bicep and his wrist. He held you by your neck to keep you in place. It was his way of showing you dominance.

Breath was knocked out of your lungs almost immediately. To keep up with his addicting, electrifying, pace was enough to make you light-headed. With his knees being his support, his other hand roamed on your body. With just a tug of his finger, your clothes were discarded, ripped, on the floor. He was devouring you, really making you feel that you are his mate, his fucktoy for the day.

Moving from your lips to your neck — without even letting you have a moment’s breath — he sensed your pulsating veins. You could feel your heart beating everywhere; from your neck to your chest, and down to your cunt. You laid bare under him and you don’t even know. You felt lightheaded.

“M..Mal…” you panted.

He sucked and bit on every sensitive spot he knew would make you weak. As the rapid beast he is, he left marks, dark and bruising, at his wake. Littering your neck and your chest as his tongue flicked against your nipples. Roughly did he suck and tug with his teeth. He made them look swollen, indescribably sensitive. The hotter your body went, the more you wanted him to touch your throbbing clit already. You don’t know if the marks have satisfied him; it felt like he wanted to add more. To litter your body with hickeys that showed that you're His Highness, Draconia’s only. Waves of arousal hit you strongly as he descended to your navel.

“Shit,” he panted against your skin.

He finally stood upright, kneeling against your whorish spread legs. Your wet, glistening pussy is clear in his sight. He is hungry.

You were left under his gaze feeling so sensitive and aroused, any touch that lingered on your skin would leave goosebumps and shivers. “Mal—!” Just as you were calling out, he dove down to your cunt and latched on your clit. His lips did the work as he greedily sucked and nipped on your hardened clitoris. Your back involuntarily arched as you gripped on his horns. His hands kept your legs open. Choking out loud moans while he slithered his tongue inside your walls.

“M-Mal—..please..please! T-Too much—!” you gasped out.

It was too much, alright. Your cunt so red and wet, your hips shivering as he pushed his tongue in and out. Eating out your wetness with strings sticking and stretching from his lips to your cunt. He groaned with every tug you did on his horns. He was so good, too good, with his ability to pleasure you with his tongue alone. He was right. It was so rough. It was nothing like his first heat.

It was animalistic.

Your overly sensitive nub hardened the more he sucked. Malleus’ thumbs even spread your labia open for more access. You are vulnerable, stimulated, and submissive to him. It was all coming swiftly. You could’ve drenched the sheets with just your wetness alone. Cries of pleasure alone bounced around the bedroom walls along with the audible wet sounds that Malleus’ mouth made on your pussy. He thrusted his tongue, wiggled it inside you, hitting your spots more than you could handle. At this point, you’re shaking with your toes curling.

“I’m close! I’m close— I can’t b-breathe…!” you cried out with your body spasming. Subconsciously, you squirted just as he pulled away from your nub. Now, you’re too overstimulated for you to think straight. You panted at the intense orgasm you had. Your hazy vision looked at Malleus. He was licking your cum from his lips. “You’re ready.”

You couldn’t see his thick cock from your position. All you could do was watch; up until he flipped you onto your stomach with a pillow under your stomach to lift your hips. Your weight leaned on your knees while your arms — as weak as they are — lifted you enough to keep your head from the bed. “Malleus...wait, I’m not—”

He did not listen. Malleus rubbed his cock against your slit and without warning, he slammed into you, deeply. In one sharp thrust, he was balls deep inside you as you cried and gasped loudly. He hovered over you, pushing his hips further into yours. Your cunt was quivering from accommodating his thick cock. You have never felt so full.

“Malleus!..Nngh!”

You’re just where he wanted you to be. Under him, screaming in ecstasy, ready to take his seed. Letting him breed you until your pussy couldn’t hold his cum. And he wouldn’t stop even though it’s already spilling on the bed. Your walls devoured his cock greedily. It sucked him. You're still so tight even after giving birth years ago. To fuck you senseless would drive him mad.

That he did.

Pulling all the way out, Malleus pounded back into you. There was no mercy in his thrusts as he snapped his hips against your ass. He grunted at how you make him feel good. Breathy moans left his lips while you moaned under him. Each thrust was harder and rougher than the last. He was speeding up. One objective in his mind was to make you pregnant. It was just day one. His tail wrapped around your waist, lifting your ass higher for him to fuck you more relentlessly.

“You...take me so well,” he panted as he leaned his lips against your back. “Just hang in there. You’re doing so good…”

His cock grazed and hit just the right spots inside you; he was going to bruise your pussy with his roughness. You were growing addicted to the pleasure building up inside you. As you kept on moaning his name, his relentless thrust fueled you into absolute bliss. Fuck, you wouldn’t even know if you came again. The pleasure just never seems to seize.

His fingers crawled down to your hardened clit, rubbing them in circular motions which sent you twitching and biting down on the sheets. “Mal that’s too much!” you screamed in stimulation. Tears were already dripping down your cheeks. “Aah…! Fuck—!”

“I’m not stopping,” he growled, pounding repeatedly.

Skin slapping against skin was very evident now, the bed rocked under the both of you. You couldn’t even scream anymore, you shimmered down to whimpers and gasped. His deep groans seem to be more audible as you feel him coming closer to his orgasm. You’re trembling as he manhandles you. He really used you like his fleshlight. With a sharp thrust, you moaned loudly. Leaving your mouth hanging open as you squirted for the second, third, or was it the fourth, time.

Watching you erotically cum and stain the sheets just drove Malleus wild. It was beautiful. Seeing you filled up with his seed just urged him more. The tightness of your pussy just made him moan louder, pushing further into you as his pace grew erratic. “Take it, my queen.”

He panted, “Take all of my cum…!”

Malleus’ hips halted, ejaculating deep inside you while you’re left whimpering at his warm cum filling you up. You convulsed and continuously quivered. His thick semen already spilled out of you before he even pulled out. It felt amazing. It was so...fucking addicting. You tried to collect your breathing, left staring at the sheets as sweat ran down both your bodies. He finally pulled out, leaving you empty as you sighed in relief. Malleus watched as cum dripped down your thighs; he grew hard again.

Just as you were lifting yourself up, your husband flipped you onto your back, “You’re not going anywhere,” he smirked as he watched your eyes widen, “You won’t get pregnant in just one round.”

“Wait..wait.. Malleus let me breathe—!”

He ignored you again and sheathed himself back inside your vagina. “Mngh!”

“I’m s-still...sensitive!” You felt your clit pulsate, feeling like you want to cum again.

He moved again, just as relentless as the first round. With this position, he bit you, squeezed your breasts, kissed you, anything he could do to send you into overdrive, he did. Malleus did not let you rest. Hours and hours he bred you. At times where he’s calm, he would bring you a glass of water. Then it would proceed to another set of sex. Again, it was just and still day one. You have four more days before he’s completely satisfied.

When you started, the sun was up high, but now it was the moon that peeked through your window. It was finally the sign that Malleus was content for the night as he laid in bed in a heap of breath and sweat. You felt like passing out as you stared up at the ceiling. Your cunt was really full of his semen. “Are…” you whined, “...you done?”

“For now,” he smiled and pulled you into his arms. “We still have four more days.”

He kissed your nape as he kept you tight in his arms. You whined more, shifting your legs to make you comfortable. “I already feel pregnant…”

“Just think of Faye’s happiness once we give her a little sibling. I’m sure she’ll be delighted.”

You tiredly smiled, intertwining your fingers against Malleus’ larger hand on your stomach. Two little kids will be running around the castle soon. A happy Lilia Vanrouge would be spoiling the younger one. Sebek and Silver would have one of each Draconia child to look after. And… probably another one to come after that if Malleus would ever come to heat again in the future years.

That is what welcomed you as Mrs. Draconia.

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[sadlysoulx]

Haikyuu characters thinking you want to break up with them

part 1 (Atsumu& Sakusa)

Heyyyoo~ I'm sorry I haven't post in a while school's bad and it managed to get into my nerves without me going to the place itself plus i have now wifi so I have to connect to my dad's data☹️ Thanks for 33 followers😭💖!! Especially to my friend Mocha berry who supported me :)

Would be doing Tsukishima and Ushijima in part 2 ;)

⚠️Warning⚠️: swearing, not proofread

ATSUMU

"I really have enough!" Atsumu banged his fist down the table, making you flinch and take a step backwards.

"You are so fucking dramatic," he pointed at your shivering figure.

"I'm dramatic?" You asked hysterically. "I'm the ones who's dramatic?" You asked again, glaring back at Atsumu. "Open your eyes, 'tsumu! You're the one who made this into a bigger issue!"

"Me?!" Atsumu screamed back, finally making your tears fall down. "Y/N! If you weren't do clingy, this wouldn't happen!"

"Its not my fault that my boyfriend doesn't have time for me!" You fisted your hands.

"And this is fucking why I regretted to ask you to be my s/o!"

You stopped. Brain stopped functioning as you slowly let his words sink in, and to your despair, he didnt stop there.

"If you weren't my s/o, I would have a free life without you whining around like a kid," Atsumu was still shaking from anger.

"I would have the best life without you," he muttered.

More tears flowed down on your face.

"Fine!" You walked out the kitchen and into your shared bedroom, making sure you bang the door open.

You grabbed your bag and began stuffing down your clothes.

You heard loud and fast footsteps and in the corner of your eye, you saw Atsumu standing and peeking in the door, regret filled his eyes.

"Y/N—"

"If your not contented with me," you began as you take another bag and filled it with toiletries. "Then find another s/o, I wouldn't mind,"

You swung your bag over your shoulder and quickly breezed past him out the door.

"Y-Y/N!" 

Tears prick your eye since again as you quickly fumbled with your house keys and shakily tried to shove the the keys into the keyhole.

Atsumu grabbed your arm, trying to pull you to his chest.

"Y/N! Babe—"

"Don't fucking call me Babe!" You turned to him, new fresh batch of angry tears flowing down your cheeks. "Save that for your new s/o!"

You could see Atsumu's eyes turn glassy, his bottom lip trembling.

You successfully unlock the main door and you walked out of your apartment, striding down the hallway and waiting for the elevator.

Atsumu quickly followed you to turn annoyance, sniffles escaping his trembling lips constantly.

You hated seeing him hurt, especially if your the one who cause it. Imagining him with another person left a sour taste in your mouth.

But now that Atsumu said that he wished he wasn't your s/o, you knew that it wouldn't be long for him to find a new someone— if ever the both of you really make things over.

You distracted yourself by looking up the escalating red digital numbers that was labeled up the elevator doors.

In the corner of your eye, you see Atsumu opening and closing his mouth as if he wanted to say something but he couldn't. His hands hesitantly trying to reach out for you, his head hung low, tears dripping out of his red eyes pitifully.

The elevator doors finally opened and that's when Atsumu find his courage to talk to you.

"Y-you're really gonna leave me, aren't you?" He whispered softly, only loud enough for you to hear.

You stopped your attempt to walk in the elevator and stare aimlessly somewhere.

His sniffles and hiccups were getting worst. He was obviously trying to stop himself for crying.

You watch as the elevator doors close infront of you.

Turning to him, you saw his huge mascular figure shaking violently and his head still hung low.

"You are, aren't you?" He asked shakily again.

You dropped your bags and threw yourself to him, hugging him tightly.

He finally broke down, loud sobs echoing the empty hallway and hugging you back tightly.

"I'm never gonna leave you, 'Tsumu," You sobbed into his chest. "Never. . . I can't do that, I love you so much,"

"I'm so sorry, baby. . ." Atsumu sobbed into your hair. "Shit. . . I'm so sorry. . . I- I didn't mean what I said, I would never replace you– Fuck! Please forgive me baby. . ."

You let out a watery sob.

"H-hey, it's fine 'Tsumu." You looked up at his slightly swollen and wet but dreamy eyes. "I'm sorry for being dramatic," you giggled slightly.

He wiped your tears.

"It's fine baby," He smiled at you through his teary eyes, pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead. "I love you. . ."

"I love you more,"

He smiled, his eyes suddenly lighten up more.

"Hey, I found a really good movie in Netflix! It's a horror movie, let's watch it together!" He smiled down at you, gripping your hands.

"Okay! Let's watch it tonight!" you smiled up at him.

He smiled wider and cupped your cheeks, leaning down to kiss you.

Sakusa

Sakusa groaned. He stood up straight and made the mop lean towards the wall.

He scanned the living room all sparkling clean. Walking towards the couch, he plopped himself down, sighing in relief.

Sakusa having a bad day is an understatement.

The weather is bad, rainy and muddy outside, making their volleyball practice get cancelled for their own safety. Just today, when he woke up, he found that you weren't around. Sakusa had no idea where you went and it angers him that you didn't let him know. He waited for you and he spent his time cleaning the house and yet it has been an hour since you left.

And he hadn't have his breakfast and it made him more grumpier and more icy than ever.

Sakusa stood up and was about to go to the kitchen to eat on his own when the door opened, revealing you in muddy clothes.

"Hi babe!" You softly chuckled before breaking out in to a harsh and loud cough.

Sakusa flinched at that.

He observed you as you drop the plastic bags filled with what he assumed groceries.

He watched as you slowly walk into the living room, leaving a disgusting trail of wet puddles and mud.

Sakusa clicked his tounge.

"Y/N!" He frowned as you stopped in the middle of the living room, looking up at him. "I just mopped up the floor!"

"Oh, I'm sorry—"

"Save it Y/N. . ." He clicked his tongue in annoyance once more, picking up the mop again. You knew he was mad, and you tried not to worsen the mood more. "Look what you did!"

"Babe. . . I'm really—"

"I said save it!" He raised his voice higher making you shut up. "Where are you from?"

"I went to the grocery—"

"We still had a lot of food!" Sakusa pointed the way to the kitchen, eyebrows deeply furrowed.

"No, there isn't—"

"Shut up okay?!" Sakusa banged the mop on the floor harshly, you flinched. Tears threatened you.

He wasn't always like this and if he ever is, it wouldn't be a pleasant sight.

Sakusa run his hands through hair, tugging it stressfully.

"Go to the bathroom and clean yourself!"

You slowly slumped across the living room in the way to the bath.

"If you want to be part of this household, then make yourself useful. . ."

You turned around just as he finished whispering those words.

"What?"

Sakusa turned to you.

"I said 'If you—'"

You laughed, humorlessly.

"So you're saying I'm not useful?" You voice cracked with sadness.

Sakusa only stared at you with his stoic expression.

"That I'm worthless?" You pointed to yourself.

Sakusa frowned. "I didn't say that—"

"But you're making it sound like that!" You raised your voice, running your hands through your damp hair angrily and in stress.

"You're the one who's making it mean like that!" Sakusa exclaimed, slightly shaking from anger.

"I am your fucking s/o! And you have the audacity to insult me!"

Both of you argued on and on, the clock ticking away, voices getting louder than the last. You don't know when would this end and how.

Both of you were stubborn, both doesn't want to lose from the other.

Until, Sakusa had enough. He swiped the things away from the coffee table, making the fragile things on it shatter loudly, triggering the tears that sat on the edge of your eyes and fall down your cheeks.

"Would you shut it?!" Sakusa's cheeks glowed red.

"You're not telling me what to do!" You shouted back.

"You are so fucking stubborn!" His voice trembled. "You know what? I regretted to be with you!" He screamed shakily, pointing at your smaller figure.

Tears flowed down your cheeks more. You stepped up to him, you didn't care if you're still damp with rain.

"And you know what? I did too," you spat the words with venom and you saw Sakusa softened, guilt immediately swan in his eyes.

You immediately walked to the main door and Sakusa immediately followed, trying to string his sentence but it all ended up with a stutter mess.

"Y/N!" He called as you banged the main door close, you walked out the glass doors and you were immediately met with heavy rain pouring down your back harshly.

You didn't know where to go and you panicked when you hear Sakusa running to you from behind.

"Y/N!"

You tried to run away but he gripped your wrist, making you turn to him.

"Y/N. . . Please. . . please. . ." He grabbed your hands and clasped his huge hands around yours, looking at you with pleading eyes. "I didn't mean—"

You sobbed.

"Maybe it's better if you find someone new. . ." You tried to pry your hands away from his, in which you successfully did due to him staring at you in shock.

"What? No! I won't replace you!" He shook his head, making his now curly hair sway along with him.

He paused, guilt swimming at the pit of his stomach and his lungs, making it hard to think and breath.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

You looked up at him and you immediately spoke.

"I—"

"No,no,no,no," he chanted, tears swelling his own eyes. He held your hand as he let out a sob that he tried to keep in.

He knelt down still clasping your hands, looking up at you. Sakusa broke down, sniffles, hiccups and sobs escaping his trembling lips.

"No,no,no, please don't break up with me," he cried.

You cried with him as you knelt down beside your lovely boyfriend.

"Please don't, Y/N. . . I- I can do anything! Just forgive and stay with me—"

You peck his lips, making him shut up.

"I won't break up with you, silly boy," you went to his chest as he hugged you right, both of you crying hard and not really caring of you're out in the rain.

"I'm sorry," you sobbed.

"I'm sorry too," he sobbed back.

You pulled back and wiped his tears, and he did the same, which was useless since the rain was still drenching you both.

"Let's dance in the rain?" you wiggled your eyebrows at him as you let out a distorted laugh since your throat is still sore.

"That only happened in cringy romantic movies," he let out a watery laugh of his own.

Nevertheless, you both stood back on your feet and danced in the rain.

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Off To the Races

Pairing: Nikki Sixx!Douglas Booth

Request: Off To The Races by Lana Del Rey

Summary: You are my one true love. She is there for him at all of his worst moments. Coaxing him through his high, making him smile and laugh. She’s at parties dancing with her red smile calling for him. She’s swimming in the pool when he’s drunk and stoned. She’s there through it all. No ones loved Nikki like her. All consuming. His only thought. She is his entire world. And his works is crumbling.

Warning: Heavy themes of drug use, drug induced hallucinations, alcohol abuse, suicidal thoughts.

Word Count: 2270

Taglist: @littlemisscare-all​​​​​ @ayablackwood​​​​​ @agroupiewhore@thenobodies-inc​​​​​ @dannasixxworld​​​​ @val-sixx​​​​@nikkisqueenofsleaze​​​​ @rocknrollsoul76​ @aggressive-slytherin​

My old man is a bad man, but

I can't deny the way he holds my hand

And he grabs me, he has me by my heart

He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past

He doesn't mind I have a L.A. crass way about me

He loves me, with every beat of his cocaine heart

My eyes are heavy, fingers twisting the belt around my arm to loosen the pressure. The needle drops to the floor, the carpet holding any sound in. Blinking, looking around the cramped closet I see my journal, my revolver, and more smack for after this dosage.

What a life.

My head rolls back smacking the wood paneling with a dull thud that vibrates through me. My hands shaking, waves of fingers in front of me. There’s a bit of blood coming from the injection pin prick in my arm and I’m find myself stumbling to my feet, sweeping the gun off the floor and tucking it in the waistband of my jeans as I head to the bathroom.

It’s washing over me, the feeling I’m always chasing. The fleeting moment of happiness is like a warm blanket wrapping itself around me.

The giggle stops me in my tracks, eyes searching the hallway searching for her. I thought she had left after our last fight. She called me a quitter and was mad I was giving up my partying ways. She loved to have a good time and she thought I was giving up on her.

Guess she was wrong.

The flash of brown hair catches my attention and I’m stumbling, laughing as I chase her through the house. Her laughter was infectious and made me forget about the blood dripping down my forearm.

In the kitchen she turns, giving me that megawatt smile that felt like my heart was feeling something other than the melancholy that usually filled it. She stops and lets me catch her, letting me wrap my arms around her holding her close to me. Smelling the exotic sweetness of her hair as she engulfs me with her golden skin, bangles tinkling down her arms like a musical number.

Safe and warm, happiness and euphoria of her presence with me here. The place that was my Mecca of solitude. Pulling back, confused for a second I try to think about how she got here.

“How did you get in?” As if she senses the confusion in my voice she kisses me, giving me no doubt she is here with me. Warm and solitude against my skin, fire in my veins.

“You let me in.” She purred, letting her mouth kiss along my jawline. Soft hot breath tickling me as she pressed against me, bumping the gun as she rolled her body against mine. “It looks like you’re locked and loaded, ready to go.” Her hands in my hair as she’s touching parts of me I forgot existed.

God I missed this.

Swimmin' pool glimmerin', darling

White bikini off with my red nail polish

Watch me in the swimmin' pool, bright blue ripples

You sittin', sippin' on your Black Cristal, oh yeah

Light of my life, fire of my loins

Be a good baby, do what I want

Light of my life, fire of my loin

I wake up with a gasp.

What time is it? What day is it? Where am I?

Looking around, frantic panic as I realize I’m asleep in the lawn chair by the pool. An empty bottle of Jack Daniels is smashed beside me, glass decorating the concrete in sharp glares of warning.

The sound of a splash throws me off and there she is. Her brown hair wet as she rests her elbows outside the pool, placing her head in her hands with that gleaming smile.

“Well hello sleepyhead. Did you have good dreams?” I don’t know if she’s asking out of kindness or mocking me. I’m drenched in sweat, possibly from falling asleep in the LA afternoon but most likely from the night terrors that always haunt me.

I dreamt I was running. From who or from what was the issue. Everything in my brain was foggy. My eyes snapped up at the setting sun. Has it been a full day already? Was it longer?

The phone rang from inside the house and I knew it must be someone from the band calling or my drug dealer. One of those felt more important than the other and I wasn’t ready to admit which one that was.

I got up, swearing as a piece of glass cut open my door, glaring as she giggle and dipped under the water. A trail of blood followed me into the house as I picked up the phone.

“Hello.” My voice felt gruff and it hurt to talk, like I hadn’t used it in a while. My head was killing me and I felt ready to throw up.

What the fuck had I been doing?

“Jesus Nikki, we’ve been trying to reach you for a week.” A week? I had lost hours, maybe a day here and there but a whole week. Jesus Christ. “Are you okay man? Why don’t you come out tonight with us?” Tommy was begging me and I sighed.

I was embarrassed. I didn’t want everyone to see me when I had been on a bender. I hadn’t seen what I looked like yet but I was sure that it was like hell.

“I don’t know, T-Bone. I think I have the flu or something. I just don’t feel great.” It wasn’t exactly a lie.

Something fluttered beside me and there she was. A white dress on her thin frame. How had she dried off and changed so quickly? Was I loosing more time? Eyes shining as she held out a silver platter of white powder. She loved to party and must have known that my band would want to see me out. At least if I was doing coke with them they didn’t have to worry about finding me dead.

“Where are you going to be?” I relented, watching her twirl. The energy coming off her was exhilarating and I wanted to join her in the ever present state of delight.

My nose was down against the lines, snorting messily, my brain burning, eyes widening as I sniffed a few times to get the whole lot out of my nose. Wiping and then turning to her.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and ready to go out on the town.” She was leading me to the bathroom. My blood rushing everywhere as I was alive and awake and fucking ready to party.

I need you to come here and save me

I'm your little scarlet, starlet, singin' in the garden

Kiss me on my open mouth

Ready for you

Why had I agreed to go to a club?

In the booth we had a mess of drugs, pills and coke scattered on the table like appetizers. Bottles of booze and half empty beer bottles added to the maze of debauchery.

How long have I been here?

I couldn’t remember driving or even getting to the club. All I could remember was hands all over me in the shower, washing the filth off myself. The gentle voice reminded me to wear long sleeves to hide my track marks.

My eyes searched for her. In the sea of women I was sure she would stand out. But all the flashing lights and the noise was confusing me.

The room was spinning, the conversation around me overwhelming me and I could feel Tommy’s hand on my back. My head rolled back, the club's lightning needed to be updated.

A hand was smacking my face and I saw Tommy, wide eyed, looking at me before I turned to the table, throwing up the only thing I had in my body. Brown liquid shot out, mixed with the acid in the stomach. It didn’t stop for what felt like a full minute.

When I finished, puke leaking down in steady droplets to the floor I grabbed a beer tang I had missed and chugged the foamy substance down. I tried not to make eye contact with the people giving us disgusting sneers.

“Oh baby, why don’t you let me take you home? Let me take care of you.” Her hands wrapped around me and I turned, nodding. Confused looks from everyone as I climbed out, reaching for her to take me back into the safety of her arms.

Light of his life, fire of his loins

Keep me forever, tell me you own me

Light of your life, fire of your loins

Her fingers were in my hair as I laid on her lap. The fire from my lighter hitting my pipe as I inhaled and exhaled the sweet delight.

Freebasing in my closet. But at least I wasn’t alone. I had her with me and that changed my usual mood of wanting to slit my wrists or press the gun against my head and pulling the trigger. Painting the inside of my closet with bits of skull fragments and blood-

“Come back to me.” Her voice was lulling me out of the dark place, pressing against my temples and using the magic of her voice to help me. She was the only one that was always there for me. Always making me feel better and dragging me from the pain of my life. Holding me in her arms, compassion and understanding.

She never judged me.

“Have we been here long?” She knew I liked to keep my responsibilities. I wanted to keep my appearance as the rockstar. I couldn’t let anyone know how bad that it had gotten. How I couldn’t stop. How doing drugs was the best part of my life. My one true love.

Except her. She was the one thing I loved more than drugs.

“You have band practice in a few hours.” She reminded me. Her voice was steady and calm, fingers running through my hair and keeping me calm as I took another hit.

I just needed a little more time before I could see anyone. Just a little more time in the closet with her holding me before going out into the world.

“Nikki, don’t let them tell you to give me up. I love you Nikki. Aren’t I the only one who has always been there for you? No one else cares for you like I do. They see you as a rockstar or as a junkie. But I see you. I see you.” Her words promised and I nodded my head, agreeing with her words. She was still so calm, even with the edge to her voice. The words stuck with me.

She saw me and I saw her too.

I'm sorry that I'm misbehaving

I'm your little harlot, starlet, Queen of Coney Island

Raisin' hell all over town

Sorry 'bout it

I didn’t want to go to band practice. I didn’t want them to see my shaking hands or ask my stupid fucking questions that didn’t matter.

At least she had agreed to go with me. Her brown hair wrapped in one of those silky driving scarfs like the 1960s, big sunglasses to hide the hangover in her eyes that she was surely feeling after we had partied. Her hand was on his lap, keeping him steady as he drove to the practice space.

Walking inside, I hide my eyes behind big sunglasses, I could feel the sweat glistening like a second skin on my body. Anxiety crippling me as I licked my lips wanting to get back to my house.

My eyes followed her, watching her move around the instruments shooting me a smile as she ran her hands down my bass. I couldn’t help but smile back at her.

“Yo, Nikki, are you okay?” Tommy’s voice made me turn away from her nodding as I sat down hard on the couch. I had never brought a girl to practice before so I was sure they were surprised to see her. To see me so happy with someone.

“Come here.” I held my arms open, watching her smile as she bounced towards me twisting around the guys as they watched me. The brunette plopped down on my lap and I held her close looking out at them.

“What are you playing at?” Vince asked, the confusion was written across his face and I felt angry. Vince had been parading chicks through band practice for years. And now he was acting like this? Fucking asshole.

“Cmon, show her some respect, dicks.” She was shifting in my arms holding onto me and purring sweet words in my ears, my eyes closing and only coming awake when Vince kicked my shin.

“Show who respect?” My eyes went up to look at her but she was glaring at them. Her eyes were on fire as if she was protecting me from the band.

“Nikki, we should go. Let’s go home and I’ll take care of you. You don’t need this. I don’t need this. This was a bad idea, Nikki. A very bad idea.” She was getting up tugging at me to leave.

“My girl.” I was standing gesturing at her beside me, watching the way her dark eyes were slits now. Anger so clear as she tried to wrap herself around me and get me away from them.

They sat there, no one saying a word as they looked at each other and than a me. I turned to look at her, panic was there as she stepped forward touching my face, my eyes closing at the sweet caresses from her fingers. My skin feeling alive like bristling fire under her touch

“It’s me and you Nikki. Don’t forget how I love you. I love you always. No judgement. No-“

“Nikki, no ones there.” Tommy’s voice came out soft and I turned to look from her to him, feeling the slender hand slip out of mine. I went to tell her to wait but she was gone.

Whirling around I saw it was just the band in the space, no mystery brunette anywhere in sight. I collapsed on the couch gripping my hair as my teeth gnashed together.

This was the furthest it had come. The lowest point of my drug addiction. In my loneliness I had created a woman out of heroin. Someone to make me feel less alone when I shot up.

I created love through a needle and that was when I knew I needed to stop if I ever wanted to love anything again.

I'm not afraid to say that I'd die without him

Who else is gonna put up with me this way?

I need you, I breathe you, I'll never leave you!

[skiyoosmi]

post-break up heartaches

verse 3. in the warmth of your love and the comfort of your touch

⤷ sakusa kiyoomi, miya atsumu

⤷ verse 1 | verse 2

⤷ play. i'll be fine somehow by benjamin ingrosso, remember the mornings by clinton kane

commissions: open

⇢ SAKUSA was hardly a believer of gods, firm with following his principles of crediting only the existence of things he can see with his own eyes. he detested myths, fairytales, anything that is far from reality. he thinks they're foolish; you thought otherwise— you adored anything that had something to do fiction, always finding the comfort of it being an escape from the harsh world you live in. it was the very same reason why the living room of the apartment you used to share with him was filled with shelves, full of books that you've read countless times but never got tired of them.

he heaves a sigh as he enters the apartment, shoulders drooping because like any other day, he is met by nothing but silence. his figure stops by the doorway leading to the said living room, eyes scanning the said area with a profound longing swimming in them. he imagines you standing there, bright orbs that were full of wonder looking up the shelves that were much taller than you, in a dilemma because you have no idea what you wanted to read next. and then you'll probably sense his presence because you'll soon turn your head to his direction, giving him a beautiful smile that somehow lifts his mood up. you always felt him, you've always felt everything for him.

"welcome home, kiyoomi."

he feels his heart becoming heavier because after a few seconds, he's pulled back to the reality. you were gone... you weren't coming back and it's all because of him.

"let's get divorce, yn. i... don't feel anything anymore."

he wonders what made him think that way, because his present state was obviously the exact opposite of what has been said to you. regret pools even in the deepest pits of his stomach as he remembers it all— the dinners you prepared with only care and love for him in your mind, his monotonous voice as he spoke those words oh so carelessly, your failed attempts of giving him an understanding smile, only for your lips to wobble as you held in your cries,

i understand, kiyoomi... j-just send me the papers and i-i'll sign them as soon as possible.

the doorbell brings him back from his trail of thoughts, a small light of hope ignited within him that maybe... just maybe it's you. to his disappointment, he's faced by a delivery man, a brown envelope being held out to him, "mr. sakusa kiyoomi?"

he nods, cautiously taking the said object and signing some papers before coming back to the darkness of his house. carefully, he tears it open, his insides slowly but surely becoming twisted altogether as he takes out the contents of the envelope.

hello kiyoomi, you weren't sending any document to me so i took the initiative to get the divorce papers. i guess you're still busy with work so that's understandable. i signed it. i don't want to hold you back from your happiness so yeah, this is it. i... i just want to thank you for making me feel so many things for all the years. it was a pleasure being your wife. it might be a bit overbearing but keep in mind that i'll always love you, my feelings... they're all for you, no matter how many years may pass. goodbye.

sakusa was hardly a believer of gods... but as his hands clutch the diamond ring you once wore close to his chest, he begins to pray to all of them— to give him the power to turn back time, to undo the agony and pain he gave you, to let him see your smile once more, to give you each and every bit of his feelings again—

but like any other day, he is met by nothing but silence.

⇢ ATSUMU furrows his eyebrows together due to the sudden ringing of his doorbell because as far as he can remember, he wasn't supposed to have any guests today. he had already planned to sulk his day off away by watching some sappy dramas and movies, your favorite ones— so who in the world decided to break his agenda?

he huffs, placing the remote he was previously holding on the coffee table, and stands up, footsteps heavy as he trudges towards the door, eyes widening when he sees you through the peephole. he swears he's never opened the front door so fast, "yn!"

his heart quickly thumps against his chest as he takes in your form; despite the slightly visible bags under your eyes (he thinks it's due to you overworking as usual— he hopes it's because you're thinking of him the way he thinks of you), you shone bright like every single day that passed and he can't help but wonder what made him think of letting you go that night. i can find someone better than you, someone who won't bother me every fucking second just because they're so needy for attention, his words echo in his head.

he tries to give you a strained smile, cringing internally as he looks right into your eyes that held nothing but pure anger and disappointment for him, "we're not friends, atsumu. not anymore so drop the friendly act."

you walk past him and heads straight to the painfully familiar bedroom, ignoring the rushing footsteps behind you, along with the quiet begging that escapes his mouth, "i love you, yn. i'm sorry, please."

"i'm just here to get my things, not make amends with you and our relationship," you reply, harshly swallowing the vile feeling that attempts to get out of your throat, "i... i just... i know love isn't supposed ask for something back... but don't you think it was too one-sided considering we're in a relationship, tsumu? i barely see you and talk to you without you feeling all bothered and annoyed. i get it, you're tired... but i am not a punching bag, you don't get to take it out on me every single time you come home."

you take a deep breath, cursing because this was not in any of your plans for today. shoving the last pieces of your remaining things as quick as possible and slinging your bag over your shoulder, you take one last look at the room you once found comfort in, only feeling your heart clench because this same scenario was exactly what happened on your last night here— same break up scenario, same hearts aching, same atsumu looking at you regretfully, same hand that reaches out for you as you both stand by the doorway.

"stay... please. i can't do this without you," he croaks out, the grip on your wrist tightening because he's terrified, scared to let you go, scared that you slip out of his hold and never return.

you don't reply for a moment, not even sparing him a glance, before removing his hand, "i'll... give you a call... maybe... maybe not... i don't know."

you know you'll never do. you think he knows that too— still, he holds onto the hope your words provided him.

but no calls came despite him waiting until past midnight and as he lied on his bed, chest contracting due to the pain his heart feels, he chokes out a pathetic laugh,

so this is what you felt like when i broke countless promises that i made to you, huh, yn?

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