#it's that kind of hair where you would gladly let him lay his head over your lap and run your fingers through it for hours

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

🫦His shaggy hair & thick sideburns🫦

[urfavlarry]

heyyy could you please write a joost x fem! reader fic where the reader too is slightly famous, and she and joost have been SECRETLY dating for a year but no one knew it, so it comes as a big shock to everyone when they find out through either a paparazzi or leaked photo online or through an accidental giveaway of it during an interview <33

Red handed

Joost Klein x fem!reader

A/N: istg this is so bad but I hope you like this lmao and sorry if its short :,)

warnings: swearing, not proof read

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You scrolled through your phone, eyes wide and millions of thoughts were going through your head. You and Joost were currently miles apart, you having to leave for a family vacation you looked forward to the whole year. Joost like the gentleman he was accompanied you to the airport, helping you with everything and chatting with your family. When the time of the departure came, Joost pulled you into one last embrace before going your own ways. The first few days were wonderful. You enjoyed yourself on the beach, some fans recognising you which made you so so happy to be known all over the world. Like I said before, you were having a wonderful time until now. You stumbled upon a photo that was shared by an unknown user, already having thousands of views of you and Joost at the airport. You never really experienced paparazzi, only a small amount but not to the point people leaked photos of you when you were just walking across the street to the grocery store like they do to some celebrities.

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@user77220096543

Joost Klein and Y/N L/N at the Schiphol Airport in Amsterdam this Monday morning.

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@user74320531 and 76.5K others commented

user555: new ship?

maxxinerivera: yall are some stalkers let them live tf

joostkleinswife: joost can do better then that

╰┈➤ midnightsxlover replied to joostkleinswife: too real

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Joost knew about the photo, already messaging you if you’re okay, reassuring you everything will be okay and that you would work things out. It wouldn’t even bother you that people knew about your relationship, you weren’t ashamed of Joost and would show him off proudly but some fans were too much to handle. Most people sent the both of you death threats but you chose to ignore them. Why should they decide who you love?

After getting back home to The Netherlands you got greeted by Joost waiting for you, the place being crowded from all the crazy fan girls trying to take photos of you two together or yell congratulating and kinds things to you which you dearly appreciated. It was something you expected, you were bound to get caught someday and it was really a miracle you kept it a secret for a little over a year. Joost picked you up and spinned you around, kissing you on the forehead making all the fans cheer. Your face felt hot, holding onto Joosts hand which he gladly squeezed as reassurance. The both of you walked out of the airport hand in hand Joost getting in to the taxi with you and went to your shared home.

It felt nice to be home, calming even. Joost picked you up making you wrap your legs around his waist, walking with you to your bedroom. He layed you down gently before getting on top of you, caging you with his weight. “Joost.. come on I didn’t even unpack.” “That can wait, are you okay tho? With all those people knowing about us?” You thought about it for a few minutes, your hand in Joosts soft blonde hair. You shrugged slightly, making Joost look up at you. “If anyone is bothering you I have no problem speaking up about it. You know I love you with my whole heart mijn liefde.” (my love) “I know, I know. It’s just a bit overwhelming but I expected it to happen some day I mean the media is crazy soo.. I’m okay with people knowing.” Joost smiled lovingly at you, kissing your cheek, then mouth. The kiss was quick but sweet, making your stomach erupt with butterflies and cheeks feel hot. You stare at his adorable face, his soft smile making your day a hundred times better like it usually did.

You went on to show each other off, Joost always having a hand on your waist or even just holding onto your arm like a lost child meanwhile you posted things with you two together happily, showing up at his concerts more often sometimes singing your own songs to open up Joosts concerts which you loved doing. People saw you guys as THE couple, everyone cheering, clapping, yelling during concerts when you ended the concert with one last bow and hug with your partner. It truly made you happy how people supported you through and through, some defending you when you got hate online which you after some time chose to ignore. Joost was more than happy to bring you to every event possible, even when he got to perform for Eurovision that same year, you were there for every pre-party and after-party, performance ect. even after his disqualification you never left his side.

Now you were on one of your friends tour, Bambie to be exact as an opener along with Joost. It was fun, the atmosphere being a lot different from your usual concerts which you welcomed with open arms. At the end of the concert the crowd screamed for more, so all you three looked at each other with smirks, performing a song you three worked on just a few months back. It had a mix of all your three singing styles you and Joost popping in a few phrases in your mother tongue. It made the crowd cheer, some booing which was expected but you didn’t care, having fun with your favourite people. At the end of the show, you looked at the crowd, realisation hitting you of how many people you influenced and how many people supported you. Joost grabbed your waist, kissing you on the cheek while Bambie started clapping making the crowd do the same. Maybe putting yourself out there wasn’t so bad after all.

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[lovelybucky1]

Trans Masc deadpool where reader eats him out while he crushes readers head w his thighs? Perhaps angsty?

wade pulls his suit off, tossing the socks he stuffed in the crotch of his pants to the side, and lays down on the bed. he splays himself wide for you, shameless and cocky. he crooks his finger and motions for you to come closer, to crawl between his legs. you do what he wants and postion yourself even with his cunt. he’s wet, ready and waiting for you to dive in.

“eat me out like it’s the last fucking supper,” wade orders. who are you to deny him. “does that make me jesus? you’re about to taste the body and the blood, baby.”

you stick out your tongue and drag the flat of it over his cunt, the tangy taste filling your mouth. you love the way he tastes. you would gladly (and have) spent ages between his legs coating your tongue in that flavor.

his fingers twist in your hair as you lick him in all of his favorite places. you spit onto his folds, then suck it back into your mouth, making lewd slurping noises.

wade loves it sloppy. if you’re face isn’t covered in a mix of your spit and his juices when you’re done, he’ll make you go back in and do it again.

you push your tongue inside of his cunt and nuzzle the tip of your nose against his clit. he loves when you fuck him with your tongue, loves the feeling of that wet muscle licking into him.

he moves his legs over your shoulders and crosses his ankles behind your neck, which keeps you locked in place. he ruts against your face, grinding and fucking himself on you.

he has two fist fulls of your hair and he pulls it in two different directions for leverage. his thighs squeeze around your head as he chases his pleasure. wade has never been a gentle-orgasm kind of guy. he needs it rough, hard, fast, and he’s so, so tense up until the release of his orgasm washes over him.

every muscle in his body is tight as you lick into his cunt and suck on his dick.

“jesus fucking christ, baby, i’m right there. i’m gonna make a mess all over that pretty face. don’t fucking stop,” he babbles.

his grip on your hair is painful and his thighs are almost suffocating you, but you’d glady endure all of that to give wade pleasure.

he cums with a shout and he rides the waves of his orgasm for almost a minute before the tension in his body releases. you gasp for breath when his thighs let up from around your head.

“made me see fuckin’ god, baby. and let me tell ya, he’s one ugly son of a bitch,” he praises tiredly.

[eiightysixbaby]

when the van’s a-rockin’…

jonathan byers x fem!reader

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when jonathan’s car is in the shop, argyle lets him borrow his van for a date night with you. fun ensues ;)

18+ only! unprotected piv, creampie, oral (f receiving), cum eating, hickeys, jonathan spanks you one singular time

Jonathan’s car being in the shop for a week wasn’t all bad.

Sure, you felt a little silly when he picked you up for your date night in Argyle’s bright yellow Surfer Boy Pizza van, but it was better than not having a date night at all. And sure, you felt wildly out of place pulling up to the nice restaurant of choice in that, but who really cares what anyone else thinks, anyways? And yes, okay, there was something on the back of it that wouldn’t stop rattling as you drove down the California streets, but… Jonathan’s car had been far worse before he took it in to get looked at.

So really, what could you complain about?

Right now, you’re seriously reconsidering ever even being apprehensive, because really you should be grateful. Grateful that Argyle was kind enough to bless you with means of transport. With a large vehicle like this one comes a vast empty space behind the two seats up front. And what a shame it would be to let all that space go to waste. You certainly weren’t going to allow that to happen.

Parked off of some dirt road, Jonathan lays on the pile of blankets covering the floor of the van, naked from the waist down. His white t-shirt rides up on his tummy, exposing the trail of hair that extends beneath his belly button. His button-up is undone, the patterned fabric splayed out at his sides as his hands take a firm hold on your hips.

The tail end of what had been a perfectly-rolled joint sits neglected in the cup holder, the windows just a little bit foggy from the smoking sesh he’d partaken in shortly before.

Fully seated on his glorious seven inches, you let your hips roll slowly. You can feel him pressing deep within you, hitting different spots as the angle changes with your movements. Fed up with your pace, he lifts your weight as he starts to bounce you on him, encouraging you to move faster. You take the hint, take it gladly, letting yourself rise and fall on his cock more quickly.

The sound of your skin colliding with his creates a rhythmic slapping, loud enough to make you shy away if only he didn’t feel so damn good.

“Fuck, baby—” Jonathan curses, lifting his head just slightly to shake his bangs out of his eyes.

You simply hum a noise of approval in response, continuing your quick bouncing movements. One of his hands reaches around to squeeze the doughy flesh of your ass, only to let go and deliver a swift smack to the area right after. You moan, a short and staccato’d sound, always loving when he gets a little rough with you.

The contours of Jonathan’s face are highlighted with the glow from the setting west coast sun, and you can’t see it but wow; the light is making you look divine, too, where you’re perched on top of him. Pleased noises crawl their way out of your throat as he bucks his hips harder up into your wet heat, and he thinks he’d like to record those sounds and play them back on a cassette tape over and over. The soundtrack to his fucking life.

“Feel good, baby?” he asks you sweetly, with just a hint of cockiness shining through. It’s not often he isn’t bashful and humble, but he’s not ignorant to when he’s making you feel phenomenal.

“Yeah,” you sigh, squeaking slightly when the pad of his right thumb circles over your clit. “So good, Jon. Always so good.”

You can feel the slide of his cock, warm and heavy as it pushes in and pulls back out. It almost feels like everything’s happening in slow motion, your senses heightened, feeling every bit of him. You’re lost in the bliss, your bouncing slowing to a halt in your hazy headspace, leaving him to do all of the work.

A particularly harsh thrust from him sends you plummeting back to earth, a hot exhale leaving your lips as his cock shoves the air from your lungs. He might as well be in your guts, making a home for himself there. You’d let him stay forever, that’s for certain.

He doesn’t mind doing the work for you, his left hand gripping you tight while he continues to tease your clit with the other. The van teeters with the force of his movements; any potential onlooker would definitely piece together what’s happening inside in approximately 2 seconds. The windows only get foggier, the humidity in the vehicle rising from your shared body heat and huffed breaths.

He pants, grunts leaving his mouth as he fucks into you faster, faster, faster. You hold desperately onto his sides, fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt as he jostles you with each buck of his hips.

“Shit—” he whimpers, pinching his eyes shut for a brief moment as his head tips further back, chin raised to the ceiling. “You’re so fucking tight, squeezing me so good,” he says, voice strangled as it leaves him.

It’s truly taking everything in him not to blow his load this second, wanting you to finish first, always.

You’re absolutely soaked; if you couldn’t feel it you can certainly hear it. The slippery, sloppy sounds that create a symphony as they bounce off of the metal walls. It’s making his movements so easy, so smooth, your cream completely coating his cock. You watch in awe as his brows wrinkle together, cursing loudly, his eyes filled with sheer desire as he keeps them steady on you.

You can’t help yourself; leaning down to let your mouth latch onto his neck. Kissing the soft spot that you know drives him crazy before the kiss turns into more of a bitey thing, sucking a red bruise into his skin.

He whines, breathing heavy. “Fuuuuuck,” he groans, his thrusts growing sloppier.

Fingers hooking under the collar of his shirt, you tug it down to expose more of his skin to you, using it as your canvas. You leave more marks, purple and red and passionate, littered in various places.

“Baby, shit, I’m not gonna fucking last,” he rasps urgently; a final warning.

Lucky for him, he brings you to your peak with perfect timing, his finger on your clit working a steady pace until the coil in your stomach snaps.

“Jonathan!” you moan, louder than you’d intended, nearly a scream for him as you come completely undone on his cock. You feel him hold out for a few more quick thrusts before he’s spilling all he has for you; filling you with warm, thick spurts of his cum.

Your chest heaves as you take steadying breaths, coming down from your high in unison with him. His hair sticks slightly to his forehead with a thin layer of sweat, and you can feel moisture on your own skin beneath your shirt. His hand cups your face, encouraging you to lean down, into his eager mouth that kisses you with fervor. He pulls away, brushing hair out of your face before pressing his lips to your forehead.

Pulling off of him, you wince, feeling the sticky wet mixture of your arousal and his drip down your inner thighs. You glance down, looking at the mess you’d made of Jonathan’s now softening cock.

“Fuck…” he mutters, eyes glazed over as he watches his cum drip from you. “Come here, I need to taste you,” he nearly whines, grabbing hold of your waist and encouraging you upwards.

Desperate hands grip your thighs that straddle his head, his pupils dilated as he gets an up-close view of your wrecked cunt. Before you can say a word, he’s diving in to get a taste, mouth eagerly lapping up the mess you’d both contributed to.

“Jon— oh,” you breathe, gripping onto the seat in front of you to keep yourself stable.

You can feel his tongue swiping up into your wet walls, filthy noises coming from the way he absolutely devours you. His nose brushes against your clit, nudging it with just enough friction to drive you up the wall. His usually gentle fingers press so hard into the meat of your thighs you wouldn’t be surprised if they bruised, keeping you locked in place right where he needs you.

The way his tongue roams eagerly resembles a man consuming his first meal in days. Eating you out like a man completely starved, licking at your folds like he’d never get a taste again. His eyes are closed, focused solely on the flavor between your thighs — the saltiness of him and the sweetness of you combining into one.

He comes up briefly for air, his cheeks flushed a pretty pink. “I’m gonna cum inside you more often,” he declares — promises, really. “Cause I like cleaning up my messes,” he says, honey eyes looking all-too-innocently up into your own as he resumes his meal.

“Christ, Jonathan, you can’t just say things like that,” you insist, but your voice comes out breathy and holds no hint of a scolding tone. You hope he holds true to his statement, because you’d let him do this any time he wanted.

Your eyes squeeze shut, legs trembling as you keep yourself propped up on them. His soft lips suck on your clit, the lewd noises of the action sending you closer and closer to your second orgasm of the evening.

“Don’t — don’t fucking stop,” you choke out as his tongue flits rapidly over the sensitive bud. He shakes his head back and forth, nearly rabid the way he pleases you.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” he mumbles into your core, resuming the work of his tongue as soon as the words are out.

You’ve gotta be absolutely drenching his face; surely he must be covered in the slippery wet mess that leaks from you, and the thought of it makes your skin flush hot. You’re teetering right on the edge of release, beginning to grind your hips down against his mouth in complete and shameless greed.

He can hear the way your moans get breathier, higher in pitch, and he knows you’re about to finish.

“Cum for me, baby,” he urges, muffled by your pussy, sucking on your clit once more before you’re tipping over your edge.

Your whole body shakes above him; taking loud, gasping breaths as his tongue works you through the pleasure. He’s groaning into your core, kissing and licking and sucking everywhere his mouth can reach. It’s downright filthy, nasty, scandalous the way he can’t get enough.

Before long it becomes overwhelming, your body too sensitive, and you start to squirm in his grip before he lets you go. His eyes watch you, entranced with you as he quickly hikes his boxers back up his legs, concealing his cock that’s hard once again. You move to sit beside him, letting him pull you down for a messy kiss that’s all tongue and lips mouthing at one another. Tasting yourself on him makes your head spin, your tongue exploring his mouth to get more of it.

Finally pulling away, his hand cradles the back of your head as your foreheads rest against each other.

“Hey, Jon?” you say, pulling back enough to fully look at him.

“Yeah?” he asks, smiling softly at you as he wipes his face clean.

“Make sure to really thank Argyle for letting us borrow his van.”

He laughs, breathy and boyish before he starts to lean in for another kiss. “I will.”

[brittscafe]

Aaaaah, sooo glad your requests are back open, I've been waiting for this omg 😭!! Can I pleeease request some Toge, Gojo and Choso fluff? Like, how would they spend some time with their s/o after her having a bad day at work or somth?? Pleeeaseee 🙏 I need some Toge content 💗💗💗

omggg ofc <3

Toge:

I imagine he's like a puppy who just craves your attention and wants to comfort you after you've had a bad day.

The moment you walk into his room, he can see the tiredness on your face and just knows you didn't have the best day.

He stands up from his bed with open arms, which you gladly rush into.

You relish in the silence for a minute, burying your head into his chest and letting his arms wrap around your body.

Toge squeezes you once he wants to know wants going on and you finally lift your head up from his chest, meeting his kind eyes.

Once you really explain the bad day you've had, Toge leads you over to the bed.

Of course, he's got a drawer full of snacks just for you and will literally feed you. He knows you're capable of feeding yourself, but he wants to do everything for you.

Cradles you in his arms, your leg tossed over his lower stomach and your arms latched onto him.

He's got one hand slipped underneath your top, hand smoothly running up and down your back.

Toge runs his other hand over your head, he throughly enjoys playing with your hair whether it's long or short.

He adores it when you sit in his lap though and just bury your head into the crook of his neck.

The smile that grows on his face is beyond anything and he just loves to hold you.

Gojo:

He definitely is a tease and teases you about the bad day you've had while pouting.

"awww, my poor baby had a bad day." he'll say that in such a teasing tone that it lowkey annoys you.

Tries to crack jokes and ends up being horrible at jokes, like reallyyyyy bad.

So bad that it actually makes you laugh which Gojo doesn't approve of, but at least it makes you happy.

He'll wrap his an arm around your shoulder and pull you into him, still making fun of you in the process.

Gojo's grip on you is tight and firm, but comforting.

He kisses the top of your head and ends up throwing you on his bed.

If you're ticklish, his hands will torture you until you're laughing to point where tears are rushing out of your eyes.

Or he'll play fight you, pinning you down on the bed and showering your face and neck in soft kisses.

He'll do anything to distract you from your bad day.

Gojo will order takeout and let you snuggle up beside him for the rest of the day.

Choso:

Who wouldn't love to just lay on his big beefy chest, listening to his heartbeat after a bad day?

You literally walk into your shared bedroom and collapses on top of him, needing a minute to recollect yourself.

Ughhh, he's so sweet and nice about it, but very confused and just staring at you.

It takes him a minute though to realize that you've had a bad day and you have to explain to him why you're upset.

He frowns the minute he finds out that you're upset and cups your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks.

He talks to you in a soft, husky voice that just literally melts you away.

Will nonstop compliment you as he holds your face in his large hands.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?"

"You're perfect, y/n."

Man just adores you and he has to express it or he'll explode.

You'll rest your head on his chest or on his bicep, which he will flex and squeeze your head with his muscles 😩 (when is it my turn, choso?)

He'll kiss your forehead and relax with you so comfy in his arms as he keeps his voice low and soft, whispering such sweet things to you.

[riahollywood]

the morning after | christian pulisic

notes: pretty much just lots of fluffy goodness. warning for overuse of pet names because turns out i just really want christian to call me sweetheart 🥹 enjoy x

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rays of sun trickled through the gap where the curtains didn’t quite meet, the light making you stir as you slowly awoke and took in your surroundings, memories from the previous night flooding in.

you had been dating christian for a month and last night he took you to a little italian restaurant where you celebrated the past four weeks getting to know each other and falling well and truly head over heels in love with each other.

from the moment he approached you in the bar to ask for your number, you knew there was something special about that boy as your heart started beating out of your chest as you chatted the night away.

you remembered the way his deep brown eyes stared into yours before he kissed you for the first time. the way he knocked on your door when he picked you up for your first date so he could open the car door for you. the way he looked after you when he took you to bed for the very first time the previous evening, how he had been focused on making sure you were comfortable and concentrated solely on your pleasure in an attempt to make the night as memorable as possible for you.

you rolled over slightly, expecting to meet his body, peel back his arm and settle yourself against his chest. much to your dismay, when you rolled over you were greeted with nothing but an empty space in the now cold bed.

glancing across to his bedside table, you scanned the area for a note, his phone, any sign that could lead you to an idea of where he had possibly left you for. but nothing.

your heart dropped. last night had been perfect and before you fell asleep, you were already looking forward to waking up in christian’s big arms, to be able to cuddle up together all morning as the birds chirped outside.

you couldn’t help the tears that formed in your eyes. had you got things wrong? had he finally got what he wanted from you and left?

you jumped when all of a sudden christian’s bedroom door opened and he wandered in, dressed in a t shirt and a pair of shorts, a tray containing pastries and juices in his hands.

he slowly walked over, unsure if you were just stirring or wide awake. not wanting to risk scaring you, he quietly placed the tray down onto his bedside table.

as soon as he realised you were awake, he climbed onto the bed and got himself comfy back under the duvet, laying down and turning to face you.

“good morning, angel. how’re you feeling?” he asked tenderly, a smile beaming from ear to ear as he thought back to last night’s events. god, he was perfect.

confused by your glossy eyes, christian didn’t give you time to answer him before questioning you again.

“y/n, baby, what’s wrong?” he reached his inked arm out to cradle your face with his hand, his warm skin on yours for the first time that morning sending shivers up your body.

“i thought… never mind, it’s silly.” you sniffled, wiping away a tear that had involuntary slipped down your cheek.

“oh sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he asked, worry now setting in. “do you regret last night?”

you shook your head. “no, definitely not. it was amazing, christian.”

his eyes lit up for a split second but the worry still lingered. “why’re you crying, baby girl?” he asked, voice soft and quiet.

“i just, i thought you had left.” you admitted, glancing down as you struggled to look him in the eyes.

“what? it’s my apartment baby, why would i have left?” he let out a small laugh, slightly baffled.

“i just thought, maybe you had got what you wanted and that was that, you had gone out and that was kind of my sign to leave.” you spoke softly.

christian’s heart broke thinking about those thoughts running through your mind. “oh, no, baby. no.” he pulled you into his chest which you gladly accepted. he nestled his head into your hair before planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. “i’m sorry i wasn’t here when you woke up, i was trying to surprise you with a nice breakfast but i ended up burning everything, hence the running out to buy pastries.”

you laughed at his comment, instantly feeling better. “sorry, i didn’t even think-“

“it’s okay sweetheart, just know i’m never going to leave you, never.” he kissed the top of your head again before you pulled away. “i love you so much, y/n, love you so much.”

you couldn’t hold back a massive smile at his words that he had first admitted to you the previous night.

“i love you too, christian.” you beamed. “how’re you so perfect?”

“i don’t know, could it be my good looks?” he raised his eyebrows, wiggling them playfully.

“hmm, i don’t think it’s that.” you joked back, the irony not being lost on you as you couldn’t take your eyes off his perfect face, moving from his dark eyes to his freckled cheeks to his red lips.

he tightened his grip around you. “let me think, maybe all my money?”

“now you’re getting there.” you joked and he pretended to gasp.

“i’ve got it, it must be for my massive cock that had you moaning my name for hours last night.” your cheeks flushed red at his playfulness as you mockingly rolled your eyes.

“mhm well i didn’t know that when we started dating did i… we’ll just call that a nice surprise.” he grinned at your words, moving his face till it was just inches away from yours. you closed the gap, pressing your lips to his, the warm and minty sensation making you feel dizzy with love. you parted your lips allowing christian to slip his tongue in, his hand having travelled up his shirt that you were wearing to rest at your hip, his thumb gently stroking the bare skin.

christian grabbed your chin and gently pushed your head to the side, allowing him to attach his lips to the soft skin on your neck, planting a singular kiss onto a purple mark that he realised he must’ve left last night.

“looks like you’re going to need to bring out the turtlenecks for a little while.” he teased into your neck, his hot breath sending tingles up your spine as you giggled in response, realising you hadn’t even looked at yourself in the mirror today.

“god, i must look a mess.” you commented, thinking back to the previous night where christian had cleaned you up before dressing you in his top and tucking you into bed so you didn’t have to move.

“you look beautiful, the most beautiful girl i have ever seen and she’s all mine.” christian once again bought your lips together, simultaneously bringing his hand to run a fingers across your knickers which made you flinch.

his eyes widened, “what’s wrong, baby?”

you gulped. “i’m just a little… sore.” you reluctantly replied, not wanting to make him feel bad. he had taken his time with you and been gentle, only deepening his movements when you were completely lost in the pleasure and begging for it. but as much as he joked, the size of him was going to take some getting used to.

guilt washed across his face. “oh, fuck, i’m sorry, did i, did i hurt you last night?” his voice cracked over the last few words.

you immediately shook your head. “no, it was perfect, christian, so perfect.” you reassured him with a kiss. “you made me feel so good. it’s just… well, you’re right. you’re a little big.” you felt your face heat up again as the look of guilt was replaced with smugness on his face.

“we’ll soon get you used to it, baby.” he replied, a cheeky look on his face as you laughed before he brushed his lips against yours once more. “maybe some more cuddles and a bath first?” he suggested to which you nodded, taking the opportunity to wrap your body around his till you physically couldn’t get any closer, cuddling up to your boyfriend till you fell into a peaceful slumber, completely content with life.

[luvgavii]

mornings with you - (pg6)

summary: morning cuddles with your golden boy, pablo gavi, before he leaves for training.

author’s note: hi guys, this is my first ever oneshot so i really hope you like it, any feedback is appreciated, but please be kind. also keep in mind that english is not my first language. my requests are open so feel free to request anything <3

Even though you would not describe yourself as a morning person, there was nothing you loved more than waking up tangled in your boyfriends strong arms, close to his chest and listening to his heartbeat as he slept peacefully next to you. 

Most mornings would be like that, but not this one. This morning you woke up to Gavi’s alarm going off, earlier than usually, as he had to go to training. You moaned annoyed when your head was lifted off his chest as he tried to grab his phone from his bedside table to shut the annoying alarm off. 

As Pablo laid back, you nuzzled closer to him while pulling the sheets almost completely over your head while trying to fall back asleep and resume the dream you were having. Your boyfriend let out a small laugh at your clinginess and started playing with your hair, knowing you loved it when he did that. 

After a few minutes passed and he thought you were finally back asleep, Pablo tried getting up to start getting ready and head downstairs where Pedri would be waiting to drive the two of them to training. His try was unsuccessful because you only strengthened your arm around his waist, not wanting to let go. 

“Bebé, as much as I would love to stay in bed all day with you, I really need to get up now. Pedri will be here soon.” Pablo said as softly as possible while laying a few kisses on your hand. 

“But I want you to stay with me.” You knew he had to go, but it was still worth shooting your shot at convincing him to stay with you instead. “Plus I have a few great ideas on how to spend our morning.” You winked at him while sitting up and getting on his lap, leaving a few kisses on his jawline while he laughed. 

“As tempting as that sounds, Xavi would kill both of us and you know that.” His hands were wandering from your waist to your hips and finally to your ass, giving it a light squeeze before giving you a kiss and getting up. 

You couldn’t help but look at him as he was packing his bag, his abs flexing whenever he picked some clothing item from the floor that was thrown there the night before. 

“You should take a picture, it will last longer.” Pablo laughed while jokingly throwing one of his jerseys at you. 

You quickly grabbed the jersey and hid it under the covers. “Too bad you’re not getting this back anymore.” You said flashing him a smile and giggling. 

Pablo loved this side of you, where you two would act so childish around each other it would probably make others barf. But not him, he wished he could take endless pictures of you smiling so big and happy and take them everywhere with him to look at them whenever he was away for one of his games and missed you. 

When he was done and ready to go, he leaned down to where you were still laying in bed and gave you kisses all over your face and then started pecking your lips a few times, kisses which you gladly accepted.

“I’ll see you after practice, mi sol. I will be thinking of you.” Gavi said to you with eyes filled with nothing but love. 

“And I will be thinking of you. Te amo.” You said back.

And after he left and you were all alone in your shared apartment, you couldn’t help but notice how cold the bed felt without your other half in it.

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His Forbidden Fruit

My first official post, ooh how fun! This isn't very long and kind of all over the place, but I wanted to get something out. This wasn't written with a specific Link in mind, so use the Link of your choice!

There were so many things wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. And he hated it. No, he didn't hate it. That wasn't a strong enough word. This was far more than a simply hatred. He loathed it in all actuality. Loathed the world around him and how unfair it was to his sweet, darling beloved. They were too pure for this world. Too good.

It wasn't fair. He and his soul brothers were the heroes of Courage. Not them. Never them. They were sculpted to sit and be idolized, worshipped. To have the ground they graced with their steps kissed. Something he would gladly do. Which is why it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair, It Wasn't Fair, IT WASN'T FAIR, IT WASN'T FAIR-

He was going to tear his hair out at this point.

Oh, how he wished to go back and save them from this fate. To put down his own life before they had to even think about putting down theirs. But then, they would've never met. And how could he live without them when they were the very reason he ate, slept, fought, breathed. Perhaps, then, it wasn't as unfair as he originally thought. Because meeting you was such a blessing. A blessing in this unfair and cruel adventure were he was tossed around like a child's ragdoll.

But, oh, how he loathed the fact that you had to stain you're pure, satin hands with the blood of the unworthy. How you had to lay your blade down on the unworthy cretin that crossed your path. How you had to step up, play the hero of your world when you should've been kept safe. Safe and sound somewhere where no one could hurt you.

...Wasn't that thought? Taking you somewhere, some place, only he knew about. He was a well traveled individual. He knew of places not even maps that covered the ever-changing lands from centuries ago ever noted. It would take while, but he could take the bits you had explained of your world and build your dream house, just for you and him.

ONLY you and him.

He could see it now, coming home to you, cooking, maybe cleaning, humming to yourself before lighting up as soon as you saw him. Jumping to his arms, your weight familiar and comforting as you clung to him. The feeling of your arms clinging around him as you pressed your lips, plump and delicious, to his own, welcoming him back. How he would wrap his own arms around your hips, gently rocking you back a few steps as his smirk pressed harder against your own lips. The curve of your backside as his fingers dared to venture further and the cute little gasp you would give, giving him the opportunity needed to slip his tongue-

He shook his head. This line of thought was dangerous. Tantalizingly so. Almost like you were. Because that's what you were, weren't you? The Forbidden Fruit, dripping with juice and shining in the light of your halo, simply asking him to take a bite. To taint you. To absolute corrupt your once pure soul. To blemish and tarnish your once pristine skin with bite marks and marks that bloomed an almost grotesque mix blue and purple-- his own signature lipstick meant for your skin alone.

He wanted to ruin you.

His precious forbidden fruit, tempting him away from the way of Hylia. One he was all to willing to stray from if it mean keeping an eye on you and only you.

If only you would let him get his forbidden bite, let him fall for your ways completely and wholly.

Because he would do so blindly if it meant falling for you.

Hope you enjoyed, Darlings~ Shoot me a request maybe? I look forward to hearing from you~

-Cinder XOXO

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.・。.・゜Dark AU ゜・。.

V E R S I O N 2

“It’s you that I’ve been thinking about and I shouldn’t be. You’re cattle waiting for slaughter, baby.”

TFOTA // All Human // AU : Cardan tries not to lust after the girl he's supposed to kill.

Trigger Warnings: Crude language, Drugs, Sex, Murder/Talks of murder, Sexual/Physical Assault.

Cardan's POV

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I lean back to check it, only to see Madoc's text of the day. He's starting early, I note idly, glancing at the time. It’s near four in the morning. I clear the notification and slide the phone back into my pocket. I’m sure if I ignore him long enough, he’ll show his ugly mug soon, so that I can gladly stick a fork in his hand.

“Lollipop?” I glance up to Jude, her head is lolled against the chair, asking about the notification. When she yawns, she doesn’t try to hide it like she’d done before in the past few hours. She even lets out a groan and sigh, twitching her nose from side to side, like a witch from a 60’s sitcom I’ve seen before. The nostalgia makes my chest hurt. I lean my head against the wall, watching her watch me, both of us a sad mirror of each other; droopy eyes, hair askew, scratches and marks and someone else’ blood dried on us. Probably still high from whatever Ghost laced in his weed. She smiles weakly and I wonder what she’s thinking. I wonder if she knows what I'm thinking. Despite her not only recalling Lolli’s name, but mentioning my ex sometime before, I still find myself thinking about my head between her thighs.

“Yeah,” I lie. “Want to see? She’s got bright blue hair and these pretty piercings I think you’d do well to reference on your next trip here,” if I’m sardonic, I’m too tired to care as I gesture lazily to the parlor. “I’m an exceptional piercer,” I grin. Jude keeps her eye contact with me, but flexes her jaw and shivers all the same.

“Liar,” she whispers, “you’re a very bad liar.” I think it’s rich coming from her, but she’s right. I don’t usually lie, I’m just usually good at skirting around the truth. Still, I find myself at a loss of words to come up with when she’s around. “It wasn’t her.”

I shrug, “they all blur together sometimes,” and that is quite the truth, but I can only give Jude half of it. “And yet…” I glance upward, behind her, where the wall splinters around the bullet embedded there. I rub at my thumb, partially inked and wounded, liking the ache that keeps me aware that I’m still alive. “There’s just something about Lolli,” my smile feels as sleazy as I sound. “She’s most definitely earned her name.” When I look back to Jude, I try to ignore the wounded look she gives me. Tied to a chair with a bullet wound in her arm, but it’s what I say about an earlier hookup that reminds her she should be very wary of me. “Tasted just as sweet.”

“Fuck you,” she tells me, straightening her head against the chair. She looks up at the light. “You’re so full of shit,” she mumbles boldly. “Wrong shade of brown,” she recalls, tone mocking brave for the position she’s in. “Why do you tell me these things?”

Instead of reminding her that she’s the one who’s brought it up, I tell her, “I should have taken you to Dain yesterday. I think that would have been the best choice to have you around people. I don’t think I’m supposed to torture you, if I’m honest. But I’ve been kind of itching to.”

She might have caught the grin I’m sporting, the most genuine one of the night, because she says, “You’re fucking crazy.”

“You’re the crazy one,” I remind her as I walk past the chair, so annoyed at the bullet hole, that I take a framed painting and switch it over to cover up the impurity.

“And trust me,” I turn to the chair, lean on it while my hand finds the lever underneath. She looks up at me startled, and lets out a yelp when the chair goes back. She’s laying down beneath me, not unsimilar to the night we met. “You’d know when I’m fucking you.”  Her cheeks get warm, but her mind is elsewhere. I wonder if she’s thinking she should have kept her distance the night of the party. She should be aware by now, though, being tied up beneath me is just where she’d end up anyways. There are no stars in here to steal her attention this time, just me. She’s still pretty to me, but has her perception of me changed yet? “You should probably go to sleep,” I whisper. “You have an Econ test, don’t you?”

She blinks and I lift up, heading for the lights. “You… you messed up the aesthetic,” she points out, twisting her head slightly, noting the lack of symmetry in the array of photos on the wall now. “You’re letting me go to classes tomorrow?” she questions as an afterthought. “By myself?”

“Do you want to join a cult instead?” I’m mostly serious. She blinks, confused, right before I flick the lights off. Her Bambi eyes are starting to unnerve me again. Still, I feel her gaze in the darkness and it unnerves me just how fast her eyes not only have adjusted, but how intensely she’s staring at me. It’s all these subtle things that grow into something bigger. Her instincts are trained to adapt and maybe even kill if she can really help it.

“I thought I jumped through conversations half in my head,” she mumbles, quietly. Its like the darkness has blanketed us in secrecy. “Are you in a cult? Is this why you’re called King? What are you? The Priest?”

“Father this, Father that? I think I much prefer ‘Daddy’ then, no?” she lets out a noise, something like a gasp and a squeak. “Maybe that would make you my virgin sacrifice, right?” I’m teasing because I don’t really want to get into why Mayor Eldred was actually funding Church of Mab, a front for a cult pushing heroin, nor do I want to then explain why I have any rights to that signet on any document. In truth, Ghost could type some shit up that would exempt her from classes, and would cover some bases in regards to her suddenly not showing up. Its far more common, especially in Elfhame’s College Town, than anyone really suspects, but professors and school boards keep tight lips over it. Mayor Eldred also funds the university – or his estate does, at least. The elite, tenured professors are more than aware, possibly even part of the cult in question. No one would bat an eye at a young college student suddenly dropping out to find God and start an MLM scheme on heroin disguised as the body and blood of The Great Mab herself.

“How would that work,” Jude pulls me from thoughts, “If I’m not a virgin?”

I grin, despite myself, and we go back to square one, staring at each other.

Neither of us get sleep, and maybe that’s a good thing, seeing as not an hour later, Valerian is coming through the door, turning on the lights. We blink to adjust to the brightness, but Valerian’s ensemble of white on white on white doesn’t help. He looks like the Cult Leader’s Doctor. Even Jude winces when he sets a bag on the counter and pulls out medical tools. He’s quiet, as per usual, reeking of coffee so strong it makes my stomach churn. I’m absolutely starving and all I have is diet coke in the minifridge and melted ice cream that’s been out since yesterday, marinating in Ghost and Jude’s hotboxing.

He cuts Jude from her restraints then cleans and wraps the fresh wounds on her wrists before checking the stitches he’d given her yesterday. I check my messages, finding one from Dain that lets me know Jude’s mansion is all pristine.

Yesterday, when I had left, I ended up in Dain’s bar. Not something he’s built from the ground up, but something he just happens to own 51% of, much to the actual owner’s chagrin. He brings in customers, shady as they are, but she gets revenue and Dain has yet another place to hide from his wife. He’s not too happy with my using his tattoo shop as a pseudo torture dungeon again, but he’s a little amused at the run down I’d given him – in which my boss has me babysitting someone on the top of a hitlist he failed to mention. Not just babysitting, but befriending as well.

“This kind of sounds like Gen’s play at matchmaking. I mean, it’s a bit poetic if I think about it hard enough.” Dain pointed this out when I explained the bit about getting to know her as organically as possible. “That being said, I’m against Stockholm Syndrome.” His words either coincide or completely deviates from the text I had gotten from Madoc then. “please make sure she trusts you.” I had left him on read but duly noted Madoc’s use of the word ‘please.’ “Anyways,” Dain said just as Lollipop came to introduce herself. “It sounds like a bodyguard job, not a dungeon master one.” Looking at Madoc’s text now, I’m starting to wonder what game he's playing at.

“What’s in that,” Jude asks and when I look up from my phone, Valerian is gently rubbing a cream on to her skin.

“Bunch of good stuff, mixed with more good stuff,” he answers her, voice sounding hoarser than usual. I’m guessing it’s a low dosage of fentanyl and some powdered ibuprofen he stole from his night job as the resident mortician or something at that hospital.

“Right,” Jude tells him. “Of course. How could I have not known?” her wit is dry this morning. He ignores her and helps her up.

Valerian then reaches into his big bag of everything and pulls out another bag, clothes and a pair of sneakers that I hope to Mab he didn’t steal from one of his bodies being refrigerated. “It’s clean,” he tells her and I grimace, wondering why the hell I’m thinking about Mab so much today.

Jude looks to me and I shrug, telling her, “He is the cleanest person I know.”

“Ghost got it from your house,” he further explains and lets go of her hands. She sways a little, most definitely resembling Bambi now. When she loses her center of balance, trying to test out the kinks in her arms, my hands are on her waists instinctively. I like that her breath catches and she doesn’t scramble away from me like I’m betting her instincts are telling her to.  

“5 seconds,” she whispers as I set her straight. I give her a questioning look and she explains, dazed, “I was somewhere else.” I start to wonder if Valerian actually had more then fentanyl in his concoction and if its already made its way through her blood stream.

“Where were you, then?”

I don’t expect her to answer, “On the bed in my room.” Her skin ignites; I'm guessing she hadn’t really expected to respond.

“Is that where you want me, princess?” She purses her lips and turns brusquely, following Valerian who had been waiting by the door that leads into the house.

He opens the door for us and if she’s asking why there’s a giant portrait of the late mayor on the wall, I gently guide her to the half bathroom and disregard the question.

I turn to find Valerian a few feet behind me, sanitizing his hand and spraying some disinfectant on his bag. “How’s Balekin doing?”

“Better,” he says solemnly. “I will pray for his speedy demise.” He’s absolutely serious about that too. “Do you want me to switch his IV bag?” I shake my head, but he knows the thought has crossed my mind. We’re just in sync like that. He hands me a small bag of travel sized toiletries and a small phone I'm guessing Ghost had fixed up for her. Valerian leaves through the back door and I pass the bag over to Jude when the bathroom door opens. She looks at me panicked, glances at the bag confused, grabs it and shuts the door before opening it again five minutes later.

“What?” I ask her.

“I can’t remember anything,” her furrowed brows and trembling lips make me uncomfortable. “I don’t remember what the midterm is going to be about!”

.

I don’t know why I did it – why I decided it would be a good idea to not only escort her to class, but sit right beside her in the crowded lecture hall. I must be a glutton for punishment. I angrily fill out the sheet that had been handed to me, cosplaying as someone who knows Econ so well, I didn’t even have to study. When I glance over to her, she winces as she moves her arm. Go figure, it’s her dominant hand that was wounded. I make a note to tell Valerian to mix some stronger concoction, maybe with morphine instead. When she rubs at her wrist, I gather it’s a habit she’s just initialized, an anxiety induced action when she doesn’t know the answer to her exam questions.

I look over at the students around me and I want to bang my head against the fucking wall. There’s a reason I dropped out of school. Asha couldn’t be bothered to care if I even had a pencil to my name, and then I couldn’t be bothered to worry about school work and trying to survive that drug den at the same time. Asha was good for keeping up a façade, because it made no sense that she’d ever have credentials for fostering if she wasn’t smart enough to play the system. From shitty foster home to shitty foster home, Asha’s was by far the worst of it. I hadn’t been the only kid in the house, but I never saw anyone more than a few months. For some reason, Asha kept me much longer than the rest. I didn’t know who’s punishment was worse, at the time.

When Asha was cracked out, she was often kind to me, in a desperate sort of way. It was when she was sober that I’d suffer the brunt of her emotions, whether it was a slap to the face, a cigarette to my skin or a minute alone in the room with her husband, I thought, it would get better if I held out, if she had her needle filled with special liquid, she’d love me and save me. I used to pray every night she’d get another delivery of heroine until the cost of it started to become…me. One day, when I realized nothing in the weathered bible I kept under my bed would ever save me, I left all the gas burners running and got the fuck out. To my dismay, only my foster dad and his fuck buddy of the day had died. Asha managed to get away from the fire, and it turned out that foster Daddy had one hell of a life insurance plan.

Before Asha could even be investigated properly about the suspicious death, she fucked her lawyer right past a get out of jail free card and straight into unholy matrimony. Maybe a blessing, had they found something that she could have spun to blame on me and get me sent to Juvie. Still, that left me homeless at 14 and with a complex so severe, it was no wonder when Madoc showed up in my life, I clung to him.

I hadn’t spent half my life learning Geometry and Hamlet, but I picked up a few tips on chemical compounds and set Asha’s fancy new house on fire years later when I’d reunite with Mommy dearest. I made sure she knew who was slitting her throat that night. I wanted her looking into my eyes, begging me for mercy. “I am the monster you created.” I couldn’t find God, so I became one, and I took her life like it was my right.

My jaw clenches so tight that my teeth ache. The pencil in my hand snaps and Jude looks over at me like I'm being a nuisance. and I stare back, daring her to say something in the way too quiet room filled with seventy more students cheating on this stupid test.  She breaks first and I go over the sheet I was handed. I let out a sigh when I realize I now all the answers to these bullshit theoreticals. I fill out the Scantron with a heavy hand, annoyed that I retained information from the few times Eldred actually spoke to me. Or, spoke near me.

When her professor calls time, I switch our papers, dropping Jude’s exam into her open bag and passing mine forward instead. Her eyes are wide but before she can comment, I grab her bag and her hand, pulling her to the exit, shoving past people already complaining about questions.

“What the fuck?” She asks and I tug her closer to my side, bringing my arm around her shoulder. To keep her from running off. “You can’t just do that, Cardan!”

I look down at her, “Why not?”

“It’s cheating!” I almost laugh at her. It’s cheating. She’s got a hit out on her and her babysitter is the fucking Grim Reaper on a good day. But, yeah, she’s worried about cheating.

“You were the only one pulling answers out of your ass, baby girl.” She blinks up at me and I roll my eyes, “Everyone had their phones out.”

Her cheeks tint and her nose scrunches like the little witch she is, and like the unbelievably weak person that I am, I’m entranced. She wants to argue but finally she settles on, “How do you even know about economic growth and the business cycle?”

I find that I don’t want to tell her, don’t want her to know how wacked my entire history is, but I want to give her something she can ponder on, something she’d no doubt use to figure out me out soon enough. “Do you know why they call me King?”

“Not at all – it’s not like I’ve been asking since you kidnapped me yesterday and held me hostage until the ass crack of dawn,” she mutters. I squeeze her shoulder in warning. She’s mouthy, but too ballsy for her own good.

“It’s because of who my dad is.”

“If that’s how it works,” she snorts, “I’d be a queen with who my dad is.”

“Or a saint,” I throw out, guessing at missing puzzles pieces. She won’t say it, maybe she thinks I already know, but it’s all I’ve been thinking about since yesterday. I’m nearly certain I know who her dad is now. A cross references with only a handful of people with the last name Duarte, and the only two people funding a certain summer camp, I’m starting to realize just how much shit Madoc has gotten me into. If my dad had been funding The Church, her dad was the head of it.

She changes the subject, doesn’t want to acknowledge the jab, and says, “Wouldn’t that make you a prince then?”

I grin, grimly, leading her just off campus to the coffee shop her friends had texted her about earlier. Through the immense amounts of notification in their group chat, I gathered they’re excited her phone’s back on and were super worried about her health but apparently had no idea where she even lived. “Dad’s dead. Or at least on paper he is.”

“What does that even mean?” I shrug and let her marinate in that for herself. She yawns deeply for the umpteenth time, and I probably should have spent more time persuading her to sleep instead of having a staring contest with her all night. If I wasn’t thinking about ways I could possibly kill her when Madoc tells me to, I was definitely starting to think about her with less and less clothes on. Thoughts of my tryst with Tootsie Roll started to resemble Jude taking up her space.

“You ever think about dying your hair blue?”

“No. Too discernible, King.” She says this like it’s obvious, and no shit it is. Under the surface at least, but her comment lets me know she’s aware of a lot more going on than I do. But, I figure, she’s already under a lot of people’s radars anyways, what’s stopping her now? “You picturing me as Candy, again?” I can’t help the grin that escapes me as I hold the door open for her.

“That depends. Are you offering a taste?”

She elbows me as I walk behind her, then winces at the sudden shift in her arm and I smirk, placing my palm against the wound. She sucks in a breath but doesn’t shove me off. I know the pressure is helping some and she doesn’t want to accept that, so she ignores me, spotting her friends. As Jude had said, they’ve got their own issues stemming from absentee dads or whatever so they haven’t really noticed the strangeness of Jude’s sudden no-contact.

They wave her over and their smiles turn Cheshire when they spot me behind her, not at all releasing my hold. “Jude!” Liliver exclaims, “Why didn’t you tell us you were bringing a friend?”

“He just followed me here,” Jude deadpans, earning a soft giggle from her. Nicasia, on the other hand, eyes me up and down, eyebrows furrowing as she tries to place me. Recognition slowly dawns on her, but she’s still confused. I smile at Nicasia, daring her to say something, to tell Jude what I already told her anyway. How could she possibly know who I am without explaining herself?

“I’m Cardan,” I tell them, wondering too late, if I should have lied about that.

Liliver gasps, eyes going wide, “You were at the frat party! I didn’t know you two hit it off like that,” she looks at Jude, accusingly.

“He took me home. He’s been lurking ever since.” She reaches and gently pats my chest, looking up at me like she’s infatuated.

“Finally kidnapped her yesterday and kept her up the whole night,” I add in, playing along. Liliver looks scandalized but Nicasia raises a brow and lets out a whistle.

“That’s why you haven’t been answering my calls,” Liliver gives Jude a knowing look and Jude’s jaw ticks just the slightest that they haven’t caught on to her lie. Sorry baby, they cant save you.

She goes to say something, but the barista calls out Nicasia’s name and three cups are slid her way. She hands them each off and looks at me apologetically, having none for me. But Jude waves her off and hands me her cup while taking her bag from my hand. I definitely don’t need more stimulants in my blood, but I grab it and sip from it anyways.

“So what Frat are you in?” Liliver leans against a pillar, eyes narrowed as if trying to visualize where I fit in.

Jude leans against me and tilts her head back to look up at me, “Go on babe, tell them.”

I roll my eyes and tap her nose with the tip of the coffee cup. “Theta Delta Sigma,” I rattle off a bunch of Greek letters and they either don’t care enough to call me out on my bullshit or they have no idea that I’m lying.

“How long have you been in?” Liliver taps a finger on her lips, still trying to place me.

I shrug, “A few years.”

“Ooh,” Nicasia’s eyes sparkle, “What was your initiation like?”

Jude frowns, shifting against me. “I don’t think he can talk about that.”

Her friend rolls her eyes, “What am I gonna do? Tell the campus police? Should I also tell them about the bag of weed I’m carrying or the fake ID you have?” I should throw in the guns in the car and the coke in my pocket, just for kicks.

Jude sighs and rests her head back against me, eyes closing, as if looking for patience. I look down at her, gauging her reaction, but her breathing shallows out far quicker than I’d like. “I had to tie someone up and get them to confess something heinous they did on camera.” This happened of course, but when I was seventeen and Madoc had just about enough of me trailing him. He had sighed and told me, “prove it, then. Show me you want this hell.” He gave me a lowdown and I did as he asked, put the fear of God in the creepy youth pastor who liked to groom little girls and boys. I didn’t want Madoc’s hell. I wanted my own power. There is footage out there of said tortured pedophile, but it won’t ever be released. Because his body won’t ever be found.

“Whoa,” Liliver breathes, “That’s hard core.”

Nicasia’s eyes are wide too but if she does go back on her word and snitches on me to campus patrol, who can’t actually do shit on a crime that doesn’t technically exist towards a made up fraternity, I have the knowledge of her fake ID and bag of weed she’s carrying. I’m not above ratting her out in pure spite. “What did he do?”

“I’d rather not let you lose sleep on that.” I smile and gesture with my chin to Jude who still has yet to open her eyes. Her breathing is far too even for her to be cognate, but she can’t be well into a REM cycle just yet. “Speaking of sleep, I should probably get her home.”

Liliver giggles, “You kept her busy last night, poor Jude.” I hadn’t kept her busy at all. Just paranoid. I shrug bashfully and jostle Jude slightly.

Her eyes flutter open and she glances around with a frown on her face. “Did I just fall asleep?”

“No, you just blinked for a very long time,” Nicasia mutters. She waves her hand in dismissal, “Go cuddle with your little vigilante, I’ll see you later.”

“Vigilante?”

“Say bye to your girls, babe.” I turn and lead her out, she frowns but still twists her body to wave back at her friends.

“You’re not taking me home, are you?”

“Of course not.”

She pouts, “Well, can I least get a sofa this time, I still have kinks in weird places from that chair I spent the day in. Also, can I have alcohol? I think I really need a drink, because I’ve been trying to block everything out, and it was working well because of that test, but things are slowing down and I just keep thinking about that guy with an arrow in his throat. And to think I just grabbed that crossbow from its mount on the wall. I didn’t even think it’d actually shoot.”

Ignoring her mostly, I say, “I’ll do you one better. An actual bed.” She sighs almost contently, continuing her rambles.

“You know if I didn’t have this bullet wound, which – I'm coming to terms with by the way that Ghost shot me –

“He didn’t shoot you,” I tell her and she rolls her eyes like she thinks I’m lying.

“ – I would have escaped my confines,” she continues and I open the door to my truck for her then help her up.

“Oh yeah?” I ask and she nods, leaning down close to my face.

Her blood shot eyes are wide with mirth as she whispers like she’s telling me a secret. “Daddy taught me. In a game,” she lets me know and I don’t like the feeling I get when she confides in me. “I got candy when I won. Red Jolly Ranchers are my favorite.” She grins at me sleepily.

I glance down at her lips then back to her eyes, quite lively today, stunning when the sun hits it right. “You’ll have to show me then.” I pull the seatbelt strap around her, clicking it into place.

She grins, “Anything just to tie me up again, huh?” she snorts and leans back against the seat and I shut the door, heading to the driver side. Her head lolls to look at me, the humored smile tapering slightly. “You don’t have to,” she sighs, “Tie me up, I mean. Daddy’s not coming for me. I learned long ago he doesn’t care about us. He’d let you kill me. Hell, he’ll take the gun from you and shoot me himself just to get it over with.” Despite going into this blind, and still unsure if Ren and Stimpy are related to what Madoc is doing, I’m beginning to grasp most of Jude’s short comings have been catered to her dad’s liking. So, the truth is, I believe her. And with the look of guilt on her face, it’s not hard to guess how torn she is about this tidbit of information.

I think she realizes she’s said too much because she frowns, and when she reaches forward to touch the dials on the radio, her fingers tremble. She fiddles with the stations until she finally settles on something pop.

She falls asleep before the first song even finishes, yet I don’t turn off the blaring music. When I finally park the truck, I turn to face her, taking in the twitch of her fingers and the irises fluttering beneath her lids. Her lips are parted, and I can’t help the smirk at the trail of drool down the side of her mouth. When I reach out to wipe her chin I know I’m fucked. I think I’ve known since the party.

I shake my head and exit the car, jogging to her side to shuffle her into my arms. I sigh and ring the doorbell when I reach the entrance, unable to get my keys at the proper angle, unusually flustered by Jude’s hot breath against my neck. Dain pulls the door open, eyes going wide at the girl in my arms. “This her?”

“No, it’s the fucking pizza you ordered. Move, so I can get in.”

He grins, “I wouldn’t mind eating her.” He’s looking for a reaction and I almost give it to him. My grip on Jude tightens and she stirs, murmuring something before nuzzling deeper into my neck. Dain looks very much amused. He takes a step and I’m disconcerted. I’ve hardly ever used this entrance, but for the past few weeks alone, I’ve seen it more than I’d like. Yeah, I gave myself a complex about this house and being the estranged son of the mayor. When I begged my social worker to find me anyone who would pity me enough to let me couch surf until I hit 18, I never expected her to find Eldred of all people. He had been unconcerned with the new baggage he’d acquired, but Dain, who had only been 17 then, made sure I had a room to sleep in at least. He took care of me, but it wasn’t enough most of the time. Off to repent for his own sins, no time for mine as well. And so when Madoc came along, I stuck by him. Probably having Dain and Madoc as pseudo parents was as dysfunctional as all my foster homes, but I'd take them tag teaming on a half assed parental guidance than reliving any part of my first 14 years of life.

“East,” Dain tells me, when I guess I’ve been standing a minute longer than necessary. I glance and he gives me a knowing look before glancing up the main staircases. Its much easier finding an exit in the place than it is finding the room I spent the last 8 years of my life in.

“Elvira,” I say her name like a question as I make my way up the stairs.

“That primadonna bitch,” Dain mutters, “is napping in the sun room. Your precious princess is fine.” He whines, but Elvira is practically family.

I find my room and set Jude on the bed before I ruffle through my drawers. I hear her yawn just a moment later and when I turn, I see that she’s sat up halfway, resting on her elbows, blinking herself awake. I toss a shirt at her and it lands square in her face. She looks down when it falls into her lap then looks up at me. “Who’s Elvira?” little sneak had been eaves dropping.

I raise a brow and tug my shirt off. She looks at me with wide eyes, trailing over my skin. I reach for the buttons on my jeans, curiously looking over her observation of me. Her skin is flushed, breathing going just a bit shallow, focused on my fingers as I slide down my zipper. She lets out a soft squeak that almost makes me laugh. When my hands no longer obscure my pelvis, Jude places a hand to her cheek, almost resembling the likes of pearl-clutching old ladies.

Scandalized but still watching. “Is that… ?”

“Is that what?”

She holds the shirt I’d given her close to her chest like a lifeline. “Nothing,” she stutters, getting up abruptly.

I glance down wondering if Dain tattooed some gang signs on me without my consent, but I’m sure I’d have already recognized something like that.  Then I understand and I smirk. “Oh,” and I’m absolutely charmed by her being so flustered over a piercing.

"Turn around so I can change."

“I’ve seen it all, Jude.” Her teeth grits at the reminder that I’ve been watching her, even when she had been at her most comfortable. I settle on an accent chair I position close to the door, leaning my head back and parting my legs. “I’ve even seen better,” I muse just to piss her off. I hear her mutter something, and I laugh closing my eyes anyway. After a moment, she huffs and shuffles about. She tells me she done only a minute or two later. I see her jeans and shirt folded neatly at the foot of the bed and further up, I see that the covers are drawn all the way to her chest. She turns to her side, watching me.

“No handcuffs?”

I lean over and dig into the bedside table drawer and pull out a wad of neon zip ties. “Pick a color.”

“Pink,” she holds her hands out, palms down. I twist her hands until her palms face each other and loop the plastic around her wrist. “What about my arm?”

It’s bleeding when I glance at it, but it doesn’t seem dire. “You’ll be fine.” She scowls at me but shifts until she feels comfortable. I get up to draw the curtains close, then return to the chair.

“Did it hurt?”

I look at the way the glow from the lamp reflects in her irises. Her tawny eyes look golden. “When I fell from heaven?”

She glares at me, “I know you crawled out of hell. I meant, you know, your piercing.”

I chuckle and lean back, “Yeah, when I got it, sure.”

“Why would you get something like that?”

“Nobody’s really complaining, Jude.” I grin, “Want a feel?” she rolls her eyes but there’s a part of me that knows I could never let that shit happen if she were to even spite me and say yes. The thought of her grinding her hips against mine just to find that perfect angle, to get my piercing to rub her swollen clit, has my hands clenching. Jude might actually kill me before I can even point a bullet in her direction. “Fuck,” I groan out, slumping back. If she notices my sudden turmoil, then she doesn’t comment on it.

“So, is Elvira part of your roster of girls?” I give her a look, trying to assess if she’s going for small talk or if Lolli had really bothered her. Indignant, and maybe even vindictive, she tilts her chin almost proudly and adds, “Just want to know where I fall on the list. Is it Elvira, Sophie, Lolli then me? Sophie, Lolli, me then Elvira?” The mention of Sophie’s name has me tensed and sobered. What bothers me the most is that, somehow Jude had made it to the top of the list, albeit, different from what she’s getting at, but still, I couldn’t let her know that.

Before I can say something to piss her off, the door slams open, and we both turn to see a very erratic looking Ghost enter. He glances at me, eyeing my lack of attire, then Jude, who’s arm had started bleeding through my shirt. “Shit,” Ghost mutters, handing me the laptop he had been carrying and the coffee he probably should lay off of. “I’ll let Valerian know,” he tells us, shrugging off his sweater and bunching it up to place on Jude’s arm. She winces and lets out a curse, but Ghost only turns to me to explain, “No malware… but. Shit man, what the hell is Gen getting you into?”

I open the laptop, walking it over to Jude. There’s a video already on screen, paused. Its dim and grainy and despite half the screen being partially obscured, I make out the features of the sleeping girl on screen. It’s Jude, I realize. Except it’s not. Identical until the mirror image starts to look off. I cant explain it, but I know that’s not Jude in the video. Jude reaches and hits the play button, but she’s so stiff that it seems like every move hurts her to make. Ghost watches me as I alternate between watching Jude and the video. I don’t understand until Jude gasps. Her eyes widen in horror and I think it’s saying something that she’s this petrified given the past few weeks that she’s had. Her eye’s well up and when I turn to the screen, it’s like a buzzing noise starts in my ears. I can’t hear anything but static when I recognize the knife being held to the jugular of the sleeping girl.

I feel a bit sick, recalling images that had been sent to me, nearly identical, but instead of Jude’s look-alike, it had been my fiancée, and back then, I had been far too late. I look to Ghost, wondering how this had escalated from ransom for Jude to emotional torture for me. It’s like my presence had escalated the danger. “They know,” I say. But its more than that, something clicks in my mind but I don’t want to think about it at all, I don’t want it to be real.

Suddenly, Jude lets out a gasp, and jolts against Ghost. Her arm jerks a little then the rest of her body starts to shake uncontrollably. I grab on to her, but her eyes roll back and her body slumps.  Ghost pries my hands from Jude – I hadn’t realized I had been squeezing so hard – and he grabs the laptop after guiding her down. Then he tells me what I’ve already figured, “That’s her sister. That’s Taryn.”

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[halosoliloquy]

And then it happened. He said, “Get out of my house,” his voice seething with anger. I replied, “Gladly.” But the truth is, fear gripped me. The kind of fear that paralyzes when someone else’s fury becomes a tangible force, pushing you to flee. I’ve learned over time that people who reach that level of rage don’t just calm down—they escalate. They punish, scream, bully. And I know better now. It’s safer to distance myself from it, to avoid the storm.

I rushed to gather the essentials: my coat, my purse, and a phone charger—just the plug, no wall charger. A mistake, but I was out of time. I had to leave. I grabbed the keys and stumbled out the door. My heart was pounding as I sat in the car, frantically searching for the keys I had just grabbed. Then, I started driving. Tears streamed down my face, and I kept going, not knowing where I was headed—just away.

I pulled over in a quiet neighborhood, gripping the steering wheel tightly. A metro bus turned the corner, and I wondered briefly if I was parked in the wrong spot. It passed by without incident. Then another bus came minutes later. I blocked him on everything, ensuring no contact. I even wrote something on X, a desperate attempt to reach out—but then deleted it, embarrassed. Was I expecting someone to save me?

I found myself in a parking lot, the neon sign of a motel blinking in the distance. I avoided the roundabout and pulled in, my hands still trembling as I gripped the wheel. The man in the office, an average-sized Indian, stood behind a scratched-up plastic barrier. I handed him my credit card, but his voice was muffled. I had to ask him to repeat himself, straining to hear what he needed. My ID, of course.

As I dug through my bag, a fleeting thought crossed my mind: the ID didn’t really look like me anymore. I had cut my hair and now had bangs. I’m known for changing my appearance a lot—I get bored with how I look. But was there something deeper at play that I wasn’t fully aware of? Would he think I was a fraud? When I handed him my ID, I watched his face for any signs of suspicion. He stared at it, then at me, and I wondered what he saw. Did he see through the facade? Did he know what I was running from?

He finally took my credit card, and as I got a clearer look at him through the scratched glass, I noticed something unsettling. His eyes were glazed over—he looked high. Wonderful.

I got to my hotel room and collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. The noise surrounded me—voices from the hallways, footsteps echoing through the walls, and the relentless noise in my own head. I’m a light sleeper; I always have been. How was I supposed to rest here? Should I just try to power through and drown it all out with the a/c? Maybe I should take a shower, let the water wash away the tension. Or turn on the TV, let the mindless chatter numb my thoughts.

But instead, I just lay there, staring at my phone, the battery at 40%. What do I do tomorrow?

And then, my phone buzzed—a call from a suspicious yet familiar local number. It wasn’t his number, but I knew it was him. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at the screen, my mind racing.

[pinknerdyprincess1214]

This will be my first ever fanfiction! So please be kind and I’m sorry if there’s any grammar mistakes.

🫶🏽Hunter x fem Y/N ft Omega🫶🏽

Word count 560

Hunter was looking everywhere for you, wondering where you were. You had a mission with the other batchers and he needed to find you before leaving. He looked up and down the corridors, the mess hall,training center and the med bay you were a healer after all. And then it accrued to him he remembered you saying you were very tired and drained and that you wanted to take a short nap before the next missionary. As he arrived at the bedroom, the metal door slid open and he saw you fast asleep on his bed. He slowly and quietly walked over and whispered you awake “mesh’la”? He said aloud but quietly. The only answer he got was your sleepy groans. He softly caressed your face and kissed your forehead, muttering under his breath how grateful he was to have you by his side. He carefully got into bed with you going slowly to not wake you up. As he snuggled closer to you, he reached out and held your hand in his, content and happy in your embrace. Glad to see you. I was wondering where you were. This mission we were on, i was kind of a big one. I'm so glad you were able to get some rest y/n. And I'm even more glad you're here now, safe and relaxed. He said before cuddling you. “Hunter”? You said in a sleepy voice with a smile on your face. “Oh jag”, Hunter said, Did I wake you up? I’m sorry sweet kar’ta, he said with his calming and quiet voice. No you didn’t wake me, you said still out of it. Oh no, did I over sleep? You said as you popped up from bed looking at the time, you realized that the other members had already left without you and Hunter. It’s OK mesh’la, I told them they could go. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to over sleep, you said, stretching your arms out. The mission didn’t matter to him. He was so happy to hear your voice that he couldn't help but to smile.

You were so tired. Your eyes were so heavy that it felt as if they were closed. A few moments later, you heard a familiar voice enter the room. It was Omega bringing you all your favorite snacks. As she sat on the bed next to you, she offered you blue milk, which you gladly took and started to drink. You didn’t go on the mission you asked. “No” Omega stated Hunter wouldn’t let me. She said it was too dangerous without you or him there. Ah you said in an understanding voice. As Omega laid her head in your lap, you brushed your fingers through her short blonde hair. Hunter smiled at you. You and Hunter

Tried to guess what your next mission would be. Omega fell asleep quickly and shortly after she did, Hunter picked her up and put her right next to you. As she laid down next to you and Hunter you cuddled her. Hunter also decided to lay down and relax. He gave you both a kiss on the forehead. And you two talked a bit more and reminisced about memories and past missions.

before slowly drifting off to sleep. The last thing you remember was Hunters' warm brown eyes looking at you. Goodnight, he said lovingly.

[motleymunson27]

Set the World On Fire.

Eddie Munson x Reader.

Word Count: 2.7k

Sum: Date night takes a turn for the worse, but quickly redeems itself in the hands of your husband in your bed.

Content Warnings: Smut (18+), fluff, angst, eddie and reader very in love, unprotected p in v sex, no use of ‘y/n’. mentions of a characters death (😞).

Enjoy what you can!

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Going out on Friday night ended in how no one ever wants it to end.

Your drink was spiked at the bar. And thank fuck Eddie saw the guy do it and yanked it out of your hand before your plum coloured lips could touch the glass.

Now, 2 hours later after Eddie had your personal driver pick you up and take you back home—Eddie having come back 30 minutes ago—, you were laying in your gigantic bed, your husband’s arms wrapped around your naked body that was resting partly on his bare chest and partly on your mattress. You sighed deeply as you gently scratched at Eddie’s collarbone.

“You killed him,” you said bluntly. “Didn’t you?”

It was a few minutes before Eddie responded. “Yes.” He said, also very bluntly.

“You killed him because he spiked my vodka martini,” you paused between sentences, but you didn’t get to finish before Eddie spoke over you. You didn’t even want to finish the sentence anyway.

“We both knew what would have happened if I wasn’t watching,” Eddie finished, his tone slightly more irritated. “And I would have blasted my brains out with my Winchester if I ever let that happen to you.”

There was another pause before you asked another question.

“Did you do it quick or draw it out and make him suffer?”

Eddie took a deep breath before carefully turning you over so you were now laying on your back between the mattress and your husband, Eddie’s lips pressing gentle kisses over your cheekbones and temples.

“I wasn’t about to waste a bullet on that fucker,” he whispered into your hairline, his kisses never stopping. “All that matters is that nothing happened to you that I’d never forgive myself for, *lip kiss*, and that you’re safe.”

Eddie stared longingly and lovingly into your beautiful silver eyes.

“I don’t care if I need to set this world on fire until there’s no one left but you and me. The world will burn around us, and I’ll gladly live in chaos with you as long as the only man that will love and protect you for the rest of your life is me.”

You didn’t say anything after that, staring up at the love of your life with nothing but adoration. And love. And lust.

As strange as it felt, because it definitely would have felt strange if you hadn’t gotten turned on the other times Eddie said he would kill if it made you happy before, his words were getting you all kinds of hot and bothered.

The way he professes his love for you will never not have you all wet and dripping.

And it doesn’t take much longer before you’re grabbing Eddie’s hand and pulling it down towards the part of your body where your love for him was most prominent.

“Why am I not surprised that hearing me kill for you gets you this wet for me?” Eddie chuckled, his fingers slowly teasing the folds of your pussy, making you whimper shallowly.

“‘Why isn’t my fine ass wife stuffed full of my huge ass dick yet?’ is the question you should be asking,” You muttered, your fingers tangling in Eddie’s messy curls and gently tugging on the chocolate brown strands, bringing your husband to groan into your neck.

Untangling a hand from his hair, you reached down to cup your hand around Eddie’s cock, which immediately hardened in your hand the second you squeezed the head of it.

“Ohhh k~You keep doing that, I’m gonna blow way too early,” Eddie growled into your neck, gently grabbing your wrist and pulling it away from his dick. “And I’d like for you to cum before I do, you know how this works, baby.”

You smiled.

That was always a rule since you started dating Eddie just after you finished college.

You were going into work at the tattoo shop your family owned and began setting up for a few clients you had booked for the day. Long story short, Eddie walked in looking to start a sleeve on his left arm, starting from his hand and going up his arm to the base of his neck and a bit on his chest.

He wanted it kind of like D&D and Lord of The Rings mixed together, so from his hand to his elbow was the Lord of The Rings part with the characters and other important elements to the story then it would blend into D&D where the LOTD stopped then would carry on with a bunch of dice and characters and so on which was a very cool idea.

You’ll never forget how attractive he looked back then, but since then, he’s only gotten more attractive. And his sleeve still looks as great as it did when you finished the last session to complete it.

Anyway, yeah. Once the two of you had started dating, then eventually progressing to the spicy time part of your relationship, Eddie had made a set of rules that were mostly for him to follow while you just sat there, looked pretty and took it like a good girl. And his #1 rule he had to follow was to bring you to paradise at least twice before he could get himself there.

The only thing you had to do was bloody the shit out of him. He wanted to look like he got into a fight with a samurai and, obviously, lost. He wanted to look like he just got out of a battle with a swarm of bears, a herd of lions and a pack of wolves then ran through a forest of knives and razor blades while he had throwing stars and axes chucked at him from every direction there was.

And while you were shocked at the abuse he wanted you to do to his body the first time he demanded you to draw blood from his back with your nails, the reason why warmed your heart.

“Girls need to know I’m taken by one that I will die for.”

That sentence gave you the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced in your life. And you never questioned his reasons again.

The feeling of Eddie’s lips on yours brought you back to the world. “What’s going through that pretty head there, baby?” He asked, his fingers gently combing through the roots of your hair.

You just smiled at your husband, gently scratching your nails over his stubble covered jawline.

“I just love you so much,” you answered, gently pulling Eddie’s head down to yours, pressing kisses all over his face as he chuckled.

“I love you more,” he whispered into your hairline, his teeth gently nipping at your ear. “So much more than you think…”

Suddenly, you felt as if your husband was so far away from you, despite him literally holding himself micrometers above you on his hands and knees, his gloriously hard cock sitting against your clit and his lips not leaving an inch of your face untouched. Whatever, you didn’t care.

You wanted him practically laying on you as he made love to you.

“Eddie…” you muttered, threading your hands through his messy hair and pulling on the strands as you angled his face to be smushed against your own.

“Yes, baby?” He whispered into your hairline, huskily. You whimpered as he gently bit at your neck.

“I want you…I want you in me…now,” you moaned into your husbands shoulder, your nails roughly clawing at his toned, muscular back as he moaned into your neck.

Eddie put up no fight or complaints as he slowly dragged his dick through your folds, teasing you as he slowly slipped inside of you with no resistance at all due to how wet you were.

“Ffffffuuucck baby~, always so tight for me,” he moaned into your shoulder, lifting his head that felt like a million pounds to rest against your forehead.

He breathed out the heaviest of breaths into your mouth as he slowly began swivelling his hips in a back and forth motion. Slowly sliding almost completely out of you, Eddie fed his cock back into your pussy just as slow as he pulled out, repeating the process a few more times before he whispered a sentence that made you impossibly wetter. Even though it was the sweetest sentence that could possibly ever be said during sex.

“How’s my baby doing? *kisses*, is my baby ok?”

Loved. You felt so loved that Eddie still asks if you’re okay when you’re stuffed full of him as if it was your first time with him.

Your hands fell away from his hair and down to his neck, gently holding the base of Eddie’s head and gently stroking his jawlines with your thumbs as you kissed him deeply.

“Mmmm, more than ok, *kiss*,” you answered, staring up at your husband with so much love and happiness. “I love you.”

Eddie smiled at the sentiment as he gently pressed kisses to your cheeks, right in the corners of your eyes. “I love you,” he whispered back, starting to slowly thrust his hips again.

You felt so good, so loved in the moment of you and your husband having sex like you usually do every single night.

Tonight felt different, though. More passionate. More romantic, considering date night had ended horribly.

Maybe it was the way Eddie told you he’d ruthlessly murder everyone on planet earth so you would be safe. Had to be what it was.

As much as you wanted your husband to just put his weight down onto your body and hold your hands as he made love to you, you didn’t want it light and passionate. You wanted him to pound your pussy so hard it would make the headboard bang against the wall.

Ok…you wanted it both soft and rough.

Having Eddie hold you close and secure with soft passionate kisses all over your face while he annihilated your pussy into oblivion was your favourite thing he did in bed. No doubt about being sore in the mornings.

“Eddie,” you muttered as clearly as you could, considering your mind was turning to mush. Eddie stopped moving the second you weakly called out to him.

“Are you okay, baby?” He asked with so much concern in his eyes, as if he hurt you in some way.

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” you smiled softly, gently brushing a hair away from his eyes before giving him your sex eyes. The eyes you gave him whenever you:

“Want it harder.”

Eddie just smiled so widely at you. You could feel his cock stiffen inside of you, as if he wasn’t hard enough. He knew exactly what you wanted.

“Hold onto daddy, baby. Tight.”

Oh fuck. This will be good.

As you followed Eddie’s instructions and wrapped your arms tightly around him, he reached for the thickest but also softest pillow on your bed and pulled it closer to the two of you. “Lift your head for me, babyclaws.”

Complying again, you lifted your head up from your pillow. You didn’t know or care what Eddie was doing, being pressed against your husband with his cock inside of you was the only thing you cared about right now.

“Alright, *neck kiss*, lay back down, honey.”

Two seconds later, your head was enveloped in a thick pile of comfort.

Eddie put a pillow above your head so it didn’t bang against the headboard and hurt you.

The thought of it made you clench around Eddie’s length, which in turn made him wince at the sudden tightness.

“Fucking Christ, you keep clenching around me and you’ll break my dick,” he chuckled, rubbing his large tattooed hands up and down your slender hips as you shivered.

“Then fuck your wife before she does.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Eddie immediately leaned over your body and began pounding into you like the speed of light.

The only sounds coming out of your mouth was moaning and whimpering and “Eddie”. And you weren’t complaining. Eddie definitely wasn’t.

While he wasn’t losing his sense of reality quite like you were, he was in ecstasy.

He had the life he never thought he’d have.

He’s incredibly wealthy. Not broke and not knowing where his or his uncles next meals were coming from.

He had a house with no issues. No leaks, no wiring issues, no washing machine that leaked all over the floor when too many clothes were put in to wash. No plumbing issues. No nothing.

He was certainly most grateful for the woman he currently had underneath him in a state of euphoria.

His wife.

He had a wife. A beautiful, gorgeous, happy, intelligent, amazing wife that loved him to his very core for exactly who he was and not at all because of his wealth.

And the other reason he was so grateful for this life was his uncle that lived his best life and was treated like a king due to his nephew’s success.

Right after Eddie’s newfound fame and success, the first thing he did was help Wayne, fixing up the trailer so it was brand new with no issues at all.

He’d fixed the heating, the power, the water, the cracks in the walls and ceiling from leaks, got him a brand new fridge that didn’t shit the bed in the winter, got a brand new dishwasher installed, a brand new bed that was actually very comfortable so Wayne’s back and muscles didn’t hate him when he woke up in the middle of the night, all new furniture and appliances, anything that could have been fixed in Wayne’s trailer, Eddie fixed it.

While Eddie rather Wayne just moved in with you and him, Wayne insisted he was staying in the trailer as it was close to work.

So Eddie just left him a couple thousand dollars on the table, and sneaking a couple more thousand into Wayne’s saving accounts.

The only sad thing was that Wayne didn’t last in his newly fixed living quarters for that long after his nephew’s success.

5 short years ago, 2 after Eddie fixed the trailer, Wayne had sadly passed from a horrific heart attack just a few months after your wedding anniversary.

Eddie, of course, was devastated. And you were too.

The man he considered his father figure was taken from him so easily. After everything he had done for the poor man by helping with his finances and giving back to the greatest man he’d ever known, he was gone.

While Eddie was upset the man he considered his father was gone, he was thankful that it was quick and he didn’t suffer.

The last 5 years of his uncles life were definitely his best. And he was definitely happy with where he was.

“Baby?”

“Hm?”

“Are you okay?”

Eddie didn’t even realize he had stopped moving and was just staring into your eyes.

He was too lost in thought about the last 10 years of his life that he forgot he was in the middle of making love to his wife.

“yeah, sorry,” Eddie apologized, gently kissing your lips then cheekbone. “Thinking about things.”

“You sure?” You asked again, gently combing Eddie’s hair out of his face. “Seemed like it was serious.”

Eddie shrugged. “It’s nothing.”

While it felt wrong to say that, he was right.

Sure, grief doesn’t just go away forever after something heartbreaking happens, but you just kind of accept the fact that whatever you were grieving about happened and there’s nothing you can do to change the past.

Eddie accepted the fact that his uncle’s time on earth had passed and that it was time for him to go long ago.

Obviously he missed his uncle, but it was his time. And it’s not like Eddie can’t go an visit his grave in the Hawkins Cemetery. He usually did go pay a visit to Wayne every time you went through town for whatever reason.

“Ok,” you said, taking in the sight of your husbands face in the moonlight that was peaking through the black out curtains hanging from your window. “I’m just gonna ask one more time: Are you sure you’re okay?”

Eddie smiled at you as he leaned in and kissed you once again. “Yes baby. I appreciate your concern, but I really am okay,” he answered, his large warm hands gently rubbing up and down your smooth, slender backside. “Now where was I before I zoned out?”

You smiled at him. And then Eddie was immediately flipped onto his back, his hair splayed all across his pillow, but he couldn’t complain at all.

There you were.

His beautiful, gorgeous, happy, intelligent, amazing wife, sitting overtop of him like a cowgirl on a horse. One of his absolute favourite sights.

And it just got better when you started bouncing up and down on his cock, causing the sexiest of moans and groans and grunts to escape from Eddie’s lips as you rode him all the way to paradise.

You were riding him so good, trying to bring yourself to orgasm. It was when you felt pressure on your clit that you moaned so loudly as you came, your vision going white as your hips were going miles a minute like they had a mind of their own.

As you slowly came back to your senses, you looked down at Eddie.

His face was all twisted together, doing his best to keep himself from cumming. But it didn’t matter because it was his turn anyway.

“Oh, fuck. Baby,” He groaned, his hands finding themselves back home on your hips, gently rubbing his thumbs on the soft skin above them. His eyes were beginning to flutter shut as he thrusted up into you, which brought you to a wide smile.

You loved how Eddie always closed his eyes as he fell into ecstasy. You always knew that meant he was about to cum before he knew it himself.

You leaned in, holding yourself up with one hand on Eddie’s wide chest while your other gently held the side of his face as you leaned your forehead down onto his.

“Cum for me, baby,” you whispered, closing your eyes with kisses to Eddie’s lips as you quickened your hips by a hair, grounding them harder into Eddie’s cock to help bring him to his release.

He couldn’t hold back the moan that fell from his lips even if he tried. The second you thrusted your hips into his own, Eddie immediately blew, filling you up with so much cum as he tried his best to remember to breathe.

The smile on your face could not be erased at the sight before you.

There your husband was, his arms wrapped tightly around you and your waist as his pounding heartbeat started to slow down, hot breathing deep into your neck as his one hand slowly rubbed up and down the small of your back.

Your favourite sight of him. At complete, utter bliss.

You gently pressed a long, passionate kiss to Eddie’s lips, moaning as he slipped his tongue into your mouth and followed in suit with your own.

Breaking away, you gently pressed your face into Eddie’s, a final kiss on his stubble covered jawline.

“I love you,” you whispered, breathing content into Eddie’s neck as he pressed a long kiss on your forehead.

“I love you.”

Yep.

Your life was as perfect as it could be.

And you wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world.

[your-local-baguette]

Haikyu hc: you and him at the beach

( aka: you being sexy af😩😍)

Warning: Slight spoiler for the people who haven't seen the timeskip. Reader has teal eyes

Characters: kenma kozume, suna rintarou, hinata shoyo, akaashi keiji.

Kozume Kenma( timeskip)

His hand slightly carressed your thigh, you quickly interwined your fingers and locked your gaze on his side profile. Kenma had been pretty busy with his company recently and he decided to spend a day at the beach with you. He was currently muting his phone, the screen laid shut on the cover, his gaze turned to lock in yours. You noticed he has been eyeing the little opening of your buttoned shirt, your hand left his for a few seconds, those spent removing the shirt blocking his view of you in a swimsuit. He slightly turned his head to the side, embarrassed, but he couldn't stop himself to give your body a peek. He took off his shirt forcing himself to invite you in the water. You followed him and you both spend a relaxing moment, it wasn't full of water fight, just relaxing on the shore until sunset.

Suna rintarou ( current time )

The twins planned to drag suna at the beach and into the water, but his plan was soon a failure when they saw him with you. Walking next to him in beach sandals opening a drink and handing it to him. He gladly took before sitting under the beach parasol and waiting to lay on your lap. Aran giggled at Atsumu down moral and tried to cheer him up, some of the first years were splashing waters at eachothers while kita was keeping an eye on them. Suna plunged his head or more like used your thigh as pillow, taking a nap immediately. He also snuggled into your stomach as you grabbed a book and waved at his teammates. Mostly kita who was the most respectful out of all of them, he waved back at you while sitting on the shore.

Your hand instinctively made its way to suna hair, tangling your fingers in his free from gel brown locks. Time passed by and it has already been a good thirty minutes you finished your books. Your eyes were just locked on Suna and his sleeping figure, he eyes fluttered opened and his lips curved up as the sight of your endless teal eyes. They could match huanglong travertine pools clear waters. It was captivating, he didn't want to leave them not a for a single second.

Hinata shoyo

Drags you in the water, he kept splashing water at you while his team was laughing. You kind of got fed up and picked him up, throwing him in the water, where it was safe of course, he yelped and when he got back to the surface. He was pouting while it was your turn to giggle, after a while of him pouting, you swimmed over to him underwater and surprised him. Picking him up with a smile, your arms around his waist, his legs wrapped around your waist and clung to you in fear of falling.

being at the beach eith hinata is just another day filled with tons of activities. It alls ends with a deep slumber, both awfully burnt out after a day like this.

Akaashi keiji

It usually just only the two of you, walking on the shore, feets covered in sand, fingers interwined and the sun setting as a background. Its pure silence, just enjoying the other company, taking in the fresh air. Some of the water washing off the sand and then your feets being buried in it again. Occasionally it would end both of you, throwing a bit if water at eachothers but the ocean level only reached your ankles. It was a sweet moment between you two before bokuto barges in and scream akaashi names, you both are a little disappointed but always end up bursting out laughing. Even if akaashi is a respectful man, he did take quite a lot of looks at your cheat, it being translucid because of the water.

But what he did not let his gaze wander off of was your teal eyes, the ones he fell in love with, the ones who held all the love you shared with him..

[write-hand-side]

It’s been 8 years. Three years of training, and on the last year, when he could finally get out of his service, they got news of Elydia laying siege to the Western Fortress. He hadn’t realized things could get worse than academy days.

Beside him, Rynsed pushes himself up to his knees, eyes unfocused and alarmed where they land on his. His hair is matted and wild with blood, and his 8 years means he knows exactly what Kirin means by rain.

Across from him the general barks a laugh.

“Insane. Of course.” He turns to his men with a snide smile. “I told you, didn’t I? We couldn’t catch the code because there wasn’t one.”

For an Elydian, that’s almost surprising. They’re a superstitious lot, even for a fighting clan, and there’s no shortage of mages or Lesser Living in their ranks, besides.

For an Elydian, it’s remarkably non-superstitious. Even living in military camps, there can’t be any shortage of mages or Lesser Living to keep them apprehensive.

Perhaps he’s just stupid. Perhaps he is crazy. Kirin certainly felt crazy back then.

The academy was posh and pristine, something for noble second sons and the luckiest guards’ sons. Even with a put-upon accent, everything else about Kirin stuck at odds, like a cowlick on a groom. A boy like him — and he was a boy then, though he hasn’t been in years — didn’t belong near Central, too far to tend at fields and too shaded to tan his face.

Still, he knows the bishop showed more mercy than most would have when he found Kirin with the cockatrice.

He hadn’t known about the poison then — he was a boy, only a boy, and every child made mistakes. But. Well. Most kids’ mistakes weren’t murder, and the Bishop’s draft had been a kindness over the other villagers finding out that he’d been playing with a cockatrice by the freshwater.

Either way, there was little choice, and then Kirin was a Western Villager in the Central Capitol.

He was put with the Spearman for a week, an effort, he’s sure, to push him as far as they could in the “right” path away from the animals and into a hunting brigade.

They moved him by the week’s end.

They tried the Armsmen next, and, when that didn’t work, the Line Closers, the Swordsmen, the Armor Front, and the Crease Breakers; on and on for long weeks and lucky seasons, where Bishop and Headmaster tentatively relaxed in the quiet before another transfer demand.

The mages were a last choice. Inyed’s was sparse in its use of magic and military mages were only even instated in the last century. That made it an interesting mix of tight-knit and closely monitored that meant the Bishop and Head were always a little too aware that they didn’t know all Kirin did under cover of his comrades.

There were no more transfer orders.

He would have gladly learned there, let them control his movements and teach him to never catch another eye. Of course, he was encouraged to work past that, but three years of service, even with only two under mage unit command, meant he was more than equipped to return to his village and make a living. Even if they had found out in the intervening years of his role in the village poisoning, inadvertent as it had been, he’d be able to make do just fine in a neighboring village and keep in contact with his family in a way his Bishop-read, military-approved, quarter-annual, one-way letters from the Capital could never come close to. Either way, he wouldn’t know his family’s views until he visited.

And he’d never know after the Western Encroach took their village.

It helps to think about it sometimes, to imagine their faces and their unmarked, curtained corpses every time he needs the power to kill. Here, on the battlefield, he doesn’t hesitate.

“Any last words, Commander?”

In one smooth movement, the cold steel of the general’s sword comes to a rest beneath his chin and Kirin glances up.

“You really don’t believe me,” he says absently.

It’s a wonder sometimes that he keeps managing to pull this one off.

A huff. “Even the heavens opening up won’t help you. I’ll take that as a no, then?”

“Well, maybe not the heavens, no, but it doesn’t have to be rain water for it to be a rain-“

-drop.

The first scream rings out.

The general’s head snaps over and Kirin takes a quiet stand and steps back.

“I never said it was just a rain shower, General.”

His eyes shoot back to Kirin’s, frantic and wide, still uncomprehending as dragonflame lights the air and more men fall. It’s an understandable confusion, he supposed.

Even in Elydia, it was rare to find a Beast Speaker.

“You gaze upon your crushed army and my massed forces, why do you smile?”. The captured general looked to the cloudless sky before answering “Because it’s about to rain”

[night-shadowblood-writes2]

Greatest treasure

Chapter 4

Its sad

When I finally arrived where papa wish to put to rest, the cabin in the woods surrounded by apple trees, it had been a month passed papa was surrounded by his children Zackary my older brother who was a gnome my older sister Mora a dwarf and Ren the eldest of us all an ogre.we were all adopted by our father a bear beast man. He found us all when no one was able to care for us and gladly too us in though. He was gruff and sarcastic but he was loyal honest and respectful.

The best dad four orphans could ask for truth be told so it was no suprise when they all surrounded he's bed weeping and heartbroken. " Hey now you lot I thought you were all grown now I didn't know you were still babies." He chuckles " father your leaving us" " yes I am let this be a lesson no matter how much you love someone there will be times you have to let go" he said before looking at me

"Now look at this, Izzybel Valz it looks like you're all grown up heh making some adult decisions already huh" I was confused "papa what?" "My baby is having a baby I'm just sad I won't get to met that little cub.." the way my elder sister and older brothers head snapped in my direction I was sure their heads would fall off.

Papa Val knew before any of us and with sweet goodbyes passed on. We buried him that night under his favorite apple tree and that night we drank in honor of our papa well except me I has grape juice. "So who's the father?" Ren asked me his form towering over mine. He was now the man of the house as the eldest while we stayed in papa's house.

"His name is Chilchuck Tims he's a half-foot I met and ohh he beautiful you guys! Auburn hair pretty brown eyes he's tall and kind" I couldn't help but gush.

Zackary hums hand under his chin before scratching his brunette hair and zeroing his green gaze on me "so uh how long were half-foot pregnancies again?" He asked More the second eldest gasped "short! Really short she could pop any day!" Her yellow eyes on me almost pulling at her red hair, "calm down it's almost may izzy when did this uh copulation happen" he said blushing looking uncomfortable.

"Uhh my ....." I mumble Ren raised an eyebrow "huh?" "Birthday!" I shouted embarrassed red faced and slammed my head on the kitchen table. "So you'll pop in June then" Mora said "June!? We're not prepared plus we need to get the dad here it's too dangerous for her to travel!" Zackary exclaimed. Ren looked worried "yes we need to bring him here.. Zac can you make the journey?"

Zackary nods "Leave it to me" I nod and tell him the village location "ok I'll leave in one week" we all nod and head to our old rooms. "I haven't been in here in forever" I said laying on my bed my hand gravitate to my stomach "Hello little half-foot this is your mommy speaking I can't wait to meet you...vincen or meijack my little baby" I giggle.

When my brother left we worked on papa Val's apple trees selling to get more money to feed our big family again though if I was being truthful my siblings were spoiling me. I couldn't left anything heavy big sister Mora was on that I couldn't be on my feet too long or climb the ladder big brother Ren was picking apples giving me an apple once in a while.

A month passed and when my brother Zackary came back it was late at night and I was asleep with Mora by my side having a girls night. But my brothers talked in hush tones.

"Well where is he?" Ren asked. Zackary shook his head sadly, "He has a lover and they plan to marry in the coming year. Her old boss said he and an old friend called Bethanne were having a child together..." "she'll be crushed.." Ren mumbles "but we have to tell her she'll suspect something when you're here and he's not"

Zac sighed "well we did promise pops to look out for one another. If you and Mora want to go back to wandering I'll stay with Izzy here" Ren shook his head "no she'll need all the help she can get and you know Izzy is Mora's favorite" They chuckled in unison.

That night the family stayed in one place for more that 3 months and in June cries were heard from Izzybel's room the midwife and Mora by my side while the brothers paced the house then silence the brothers ran to Izzybel's room anxious. Ten minutes pass and the midwife came out and left they ran in and saw their baby sister tired sweaty abut glowing in her arms was a tiny bundle.

"Everyone meet Vincen my greatest treasure.." I say tiredly he looked beautiful with light blonde hair but I could tell be looked exactly like chilchuck. I fell asleep with tear stains on my pillow my love had missed his son's birth.... I couldn't face him now I couldn't ruin his now forming family no matter how much my heart yearned for him.

[scftpetalls]

  𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀  𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃  𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍

@gevidana​​ / @bruiisedpetals​  ;  𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔱 & 𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔰                      “ what are you going to do if i don’t? ”

branden felt a rise in him at her words , the two strolling and taking in the fresh snowfall around winterfell ; arm in arm , branden’s other arm tucked neatly behind his back as their footprints followed them in the icy , white snow.  it looked proper ; as a lord  ( and warden )  should host his visiting princess ... but the conversation between the two was far from casual.

“an interesting question ,” he replied evenly , eyes forward and expression pleasant , “if you don’t behave during tonight’s feast and decide to let your hands wander under the table again ... i suppose —” he cut himself off as the maester approached to inform him of some preparation updates ; which branden answered easily , tone and face imperceptible though the topic of the interrupted conversation between the young princess and the ruling lord was something no maester should be privy to.    “hmm , now , where were we?” branden said casually , steering their stroll towards the stables where branden’s beloved steed was  ( and where there was a sense of privacy )  — his voice soft but darkly rich as he spoke to her ;   “oh yes , how i would punish my dear princess should she misbehave ,” they entered the stable , most steeds out on a hunting party , branden dismissed the stable hand with a kind but firm gesture of his head.

now they were alone , but for the gentle pawing of the horse —   and he rounded on her , crowding her with his taller frame as he walked her backwards against the wooded of an empty stall , not touching her ... yet.   instead his eyes bored into hers , enjoying the challenge that rose in her ... enjoying that aemelia knew he would not let her get away with it for too long. “at first i would spend the night starving you of my attention , and then i would retire early from the feast.”  branden tenderly toyed with a soft curl of silver hair , eyes skimming all over her face as he drew close enough to almost be flush together ...  “and then , when enough time has passed and you have thought about your misbehaviour , i would send for you ... discretely, of course , i would never shame my dearest guest in public.”   his word choice , of ‘guest’ , was intentional to cause a rise in her even as his hand moved to so tenderly trace the curve of her jawline , pushing the strands of hair behind her ear as his barely-there touch whispered across her skin and he watched pink rise to her freckled cheeks.

when , perhaps instinctively , aemelia attempted to draw him flush to her body with a needy yank on his cloak ; his fluttering touch across her jaw and cheek slid easily around to tangle firmly in her hair ; a single tug stilling her.     “no , no , aemelia , ” he chided simply , letting her name roll of his lips — the grip of her hair not punishing , but strong enough that he could pull lightly and force her face to look up into his , unable to look away from his commanding gaze —- there was no anger there , just a soft yet stern expression.   “do you want me to punish you , sweet princess?  is that why you are pushing against the rules?”  branden had already learned that aemelia craved both a strong hand and adoration , sensation of touch and feelings of passion , but she wordlessly seemed to crave the consequence of her cheeky antics ; something branden would gladly gift to her    ––––––  a rawness in her eyes as she swallowed heavily but didn’t reply , her cheeks reddened further and branden found himself smiling ... a little like a hunter cornering his prey.   “do you crave me calling you to my chambers , making you undress before me and lay over my lap as i spank you , and have you apologise?” his words had turned more akin to a rumble in his chest , slo-o-o-owly decreasing the distance between them until his lips were almost touching ; but not quite.  as desperately as he could tell she wished for tactile contact , her body reacting to his words and a small noise slipping from her lips as she licked them with a flick of her tongue.   “do you wish me to tease you with my tongue between your thighs and fingers pressed inside you until you tremble and cry and beg me for release?”  his voice dropped to a low tone , hold her  ... ... only to discover that naughty girls aren’t allowed to come?”

as his words finished branden ran his nose against hers , their breath mingling hotly and he loosened his grip in her hair , purposefully gliding over her lips with his own to place a lingering and affectionate kiss on her forehead instead.   –—   “now , come here,” he said softly against her skin , having all but refused the physical contact he knew she desperately , desperately craved up until this point.   branden folded her in his arms against his chest ; enjoying the way her breath seemed uneven , how she seemed flush all over , and how she gripped at his clothing as she buried herself against his embrace.  he kissed her forehead again , whispering in a honeyed tone now ; filled with protective affection —  “so , my sweet princess , are you going to behave for me?”