#its like 997 words

[sepulchralblues]

@jilymicrofics A My Lady Jane AU for Jily in august - elegant, bride, knight, royalty, soulmate

“I didn’t ask to be his bride, Petunia.” Lily wanted to tear her hair out its elegant crown-braid, half out of frustration, half to piss her sister off further. “Just because I’m going through with this doesn’t mean I want to be stuck in a loveless marriage with some doddering old fool I’ve never even met before.”

She stood before a large mirror, edges gilded a brown that once used to be gold, in a floor length wedding dress. If she held any care for the day itself, she’d notice the gown was rather stunning, a similar fashion to the royal wedding gown from last season. Instead, she was spending the morning of her wedding like any other day growing up with her darling dear sister – arguing.

“You could at least try to appreciate the effort Vernon’s parents put into securing this match for you,” Petunia returned with venom. “You’re nearly five and twenty summers old, Lily. You’re practically a spinster. After Mother died last year, you weren’t able to secure any prospects for yourself. Without Vernon stepping in, who knows what state you'd be in a year’s time from now.”

Anywhere but here sounded absolutely lovely to Lily at the moment, but she refrained from antagonizing Petunia anymore.

Lily sighed and turned away from the mirror. She waved off the handmaiden who stepped out of the shadows to help her down from the platform the tailor had her stand on for the final fitting of the gown. 

Stepping closer to her sister, Lily said softly, “Understand that I am only doing this for the sake of my inheritance. If this stupid clause had not been in the will, I would have taken the money and left for Paris the minute I could get my hands on it.”

Petunia smirked. “Would you have waited for a knight in shining armor to come along before you got married then? Someone who was, perhaps, your soulmate?”

Some childish part of Lily was stung, hearing the dreams she’d once whispered to Petunia under the covers of darkness in their childhood bedroom thrown back in her face so mockingly.

But her sister was not wrong. As stupid as it sounded, Lily had spent her entire life dreaming of a love that felt like an adventure, rather than one built and bred in the stuffy castles and manors they had grown up in. It was the dream that Paris had held, and the hope that had shattered the day their parents will was announced in full.

Neither child would gain access to their portion of the (significantly large) inheritance until after they were married. And they had to be married before the age of twenty-five.

Hence the stalemate the Lily found herself locked in – a marriage to one James Potter in return for her inheritance. She’d wait the minimum period out, call for a divorce, and finally – finally – leave this place for good.

The double doors at the far end of the room burst open before she could reply. It was the Butler.

“My ladies,” he bowed deep, “it is time. The ceremony will begin shortly, and your presence in required in the garden.”

“Well then,” Petunia said. “Off we go, before you change your mind and embarrass our family again.”

Clenching her jaw, Lily followed Petunia out of the room.

–

James ran a finger along his collar in an attempt to find respite from the sweltering heat of the garden. He failed remarkably, but it was yet to be seen whether it was really the summer heat or the prospect of what was to come that was making him sweat.

Sirius Black, his best man and best mate, heard his annoyed huff and chuckled. “Heat of the moment getting to you, Prongsie?”

James ignored the taunt and focused on straightening his cuff links.

While he’d always known the day was coming, he hadn’t quite let himself wonder what it would be like. He’s never been one for stage fright, but they don’t really prepare you to stand in front of a crowd of two hundred-odd nobles and minor royalty to say the most damning two words of your life.

And damning they were, because whoever this Lily Evans was, he doubted she was any match for the girl he’d been eyeing up at the pub last night when out celebrating the last of his bachelorhood with his mates. Or the girl from the week before, her raven hair spread like ink on his bedspread, her moans like ecstasy in his ears. Or even–

The band began its tune, and the guests shuffled to their feet. He shared a final glance with Sirius. It was time.

First came the sister (he thought it was the sister at least), in a gown of deep scarlet with her arm looped around Vernon’s.

Sirius coughed something that sounded like that slug beside him, and James could only agree.

It was when he saw the white gown brushing the navy carpet that James looked at his parents. His mother met his gaze, a grave look on her face.

They couldn’t screw this up, she was trying to say. This was the last chance they had to fix things, their last attempt to root the problem out before it came back to destroy his entire family.

Sirius inhaled sharply, causing James to finally look at his bride for the first time.

Except he’d seen her before. Nine hours before, to be precise, in a badly lit pub, with a glass of ale in his hands and the golden daze of drink highlighting the arch of her eyebrows, her delicate collarbones.

Lily Evans was, in fact, the very girl he’d been flirting with last night.

Judging by the shock that stole across her face and the slightest pause in her steps, his identity was news to her too.

Suddenly everything that had seemed too daunting and painful about this marriage didn’t seem as bleak.

–

Oh, thought Lily. Oh, fuck.

[cottonlemonade]

Hello, may I please get a ramune and soke dorayaki from menu B for tendou

Please, and thank you

🫱💴

Here, meney

How You Met

word count: 997 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: rival!Tendou x chubby!Reader (feat. Semi and Ushijima as wingmen)

genre: fluff, rivals to lovers

warnings: mentions of having a nosebleed?

request: fluffy, detention with rival Tendou, as manager

Tendou loved riling people up. To him, volleyball was as much about psychological warfare as it was about physical abilities and he particularly enjoyed testing out a new person’s limits. So when the local university’s volleyball team announced that they brought their newly appointed manager, he was delighted to have a fresh study subject. Did he think you were cute? Absolutely. Being quite a bit shorter than him, as well as plump and squishy looking, he immediately focused his attention on you and tested how much teasing it would take to get you to snap at him. He was a simple boy that way. What he didn’t expect, however, was a bloody nose and being shoved into an empty classroom with you.

“You can’t just give me detention! He started it! And I don’t even go to this school!”, you called through the closed door but no one answered.

“Yeah, old Washijo has quite the trigger finger.”, Tendou shrugged, slumping on his chair and leaning his head back to stop the bleeding.

“You pack quite the punch, little plum.”

“Don’t call me that unless you want me to have another go at that nose.”, you grumbled, slumping down on a chair two desks away from him. He just laughed and sighed. It really hadn’t taken long for him to be completely in love.

“So, is that guy your boyfriend?”

“Huh?”

“That guy I talked about that made you sucker punch me.”

“That was hardly a sucker punch.”

Tendou tensed a little that you avoided the question but he kept poking further.

“Then… That big beefy guy with the babyface - you aren’t together?”

You looked at him, arms crossed.

“No. We’re friends. - And I’m protective of my friends.”

“Yeah I could tell.” He stretched his face and removed the whatted up piece of tissue from his nose, tipping back his chair on its hind legs.

It seemed you were quite hellbent on ignoring him until the 30 minute timeout was over. Meanwhile, the red haired boy studied you openly, finding more things he liked about you with every minute. Like the way you scrunched your nose in annoyance when you noticed him staring.

“What?”, you barked.

“Nothing. Ever considered dating someone younger than you? I’m perfectly legal, organic and grass-fed.”

“Organic and grass-fed…? Do you want me to eat you?”, you frowned confused.

“We can start with a normal date and see where the night takes us.”, he said with a wink.

After that you pretended he was air until the captain of the varsity team came to collect you.

“Uuuuugh!”, Tendou repeatedly bonked his head against the table at lunch the next day. His friends regarded him with questioning looks.

“Grass-fed! What was I thinking?”, he lamented with a muffled voice.

“Yeah, what were you thinking?”, Semi asked with a raised brow.

“I don’t know! My brain just… stopped working. I couldn’t control what I was saying.” The middle blocker turned his head to the side, looking up at his friends, cheek still smooshed against the table.

“So, you can’t flirt. You’ll get better and the next girl might not even punch you.”, Semi said encouragingly but Tendou pouted.

“But I don’t want another girl. I want this one.”, he sat up, eying Semi who just lifted a spoonful of soup to his mouth but stopped.

“What?”

“How do you get girls to go out with you, Semi-Semi? You dress horribly and it really can’t be your personality.”

Semi ignored the slight and just raised a hand to gesture at his face.

“Does it all for me.”

“Ugh.” Tendou dropped back onto the table.

“May I make a suggestion?”, Ushijima offered, setting down his water bottle.

“Sure.”

“Like with many things in life you could draw inspiration from nature. So I suggest, you do it like animals.”

Goshiki choked on a piece of tofu and Semi let out a scandalized, “Ushijima-san!”, patting the first-year next to him on his back.

Tendou straightened again and raised a hand, “Wait, let’s hear the man out. - Proceed.”

“A lot of animals bring gifts to their potential mates such as rocks or even food as courtship. You don’t have to bring her rocks unless she finds them fascinating but food seems like a reasonable start.”

“See, it was nothing weird. Dirty mind, you!”, Tendou teased and Semi put a hand to his chin in thought.

“As crazy as he sounds, that is actually a good idea.”, the setter agreed.

One week later when the varsity team came for another training match, Tendou waited for you by the entrance of the gym, rolling back and forth on his heels in nervousness.

You scowled when you saw him.

“Can I talk to you for a moment, y/n-chan?”

“I don’t remember ever offering you to drop formalities.”

“Alright, little plum-san. Do you have a minute?”

You sighed and nodded to the captain who led the team into the gym, leaving you behind.

After taking a deep breath he brought his hands out in front of him and presented you with a box of chocolates.

“They’re not poisoned.”, he said.

“Well that’s reassuring.”, you carefully took the box into your hand and opened the lid.

They looked a bit crooked like they had been a factory mishap.

“I made them.”, Tendou added and your eyes widened. Okay, so far so good. He just had to stick to the script he and his friends came up with.

“I’m sorry for last week. I’ll make sure not to annoy your players verbally anymore. Or insinuate that one of them looks like a third grader in the body of an accountant. But… I really did mean it when I asked you out. I think you’re really pretty and”, he chuckled and brushed the tip of his nose, “really strong.”

You considered him for a moment, then looked down at the chocolates again. It must have taken him hours to make those.

“Fine. One coffee.”

a/n: the way you wrote your request made me laugh xD thank you so much! I hope you liked it - this one got a bit wild 🫠

[fangdokja]

In his eyes, your defiance isn’t strength—it’s foreplay.

♡ Book. A Heart Devoured: A Dark Yandere Anthology

♡ Pairing. Yandere! Isekai! Knight x Reader

♡ Headcanons. #1

♡ Word Count. 997

The dungeon was a living thing, breathing in tandem with the damp air and the rot that festered in its corners. Water dripped from unseen cracks in the ceiling, each droplet marking time’s cruel, endless march. The darkness was thick—a suffocating void where shadows twisted, forming grotesque shapes in your periphery. But none of it compared to the terror clawing at your chest when the sound of his boots began to echo against the stone.

Clink. Clink. Clink.

His approach was slow, deliberate—a predator playing with its prey, savoring each step as he closed the distance. You’d learned to read him through that sound alone: the way his mood colored the rhythm, faster when he was angry, slower when something darker churned beneath the surface. Tonight, the steps were unhurried, the pauses between them drawn-out, and that sent a cold dread unfurling in your stomach.

The iron door screamed in protest as it opened, and there he stood. Torchlight crawled over him, casting jagged shadows that exaggerated his already menacing form. The dark plate armor that encased him gleamed faintly, stained in streaks of dried crimson. Blood—fresh enough to reek. His gloved hands were dark and wet with whatever life he’d extinguished before coming here. The sight alone turned your insides to ice.

“Still so quiet, little mouse,” he drawled, his voice a slow, syrupy taunt. It curled around you like smoke, inescapable. “No cries? No scurrying? Have you finally learned your place?”

“Little mouse.” The moniker stung. He’d given it to you after the hunt—days spent running, hiding, clawing for freedom through unfamiliar woods, only for him to find you anyway. Then, he’d spoken it with amused frustration, as though you were nothing but a challenge to be conquered. Now, it dripped with something worse: affection.

You didn’t respond. You kept your head down, gaze fixed on the cracked stone floor beneath you, your body stiff, your hands clenched into fists in your lap. Defiance was dangerous, but submission was worse. Silence had become your only shield.

He sighed, low and almost theatrical, and crossed the room with that same measured ease. The heavy cloak trailing behind him dragged across the filthy floor, but it was the sound of him kneeling that made your pulse spike. A gauntlet found your chin, cold and unrelenting as it tilted your face upward.

“Look at me.”

You kept your eyes down, fixed on his chest plate instead. That earned you a smile—a slow, humorless thing that did nothing to soften his sharp features.

The wall cracked beside you as his other hand slammed into it, the force reverberating through your body. Your breath hitched, but still, you refused to meet his eyes.

“I said,” his voice dropped lower, rough with warning, “look at me.”

Reluctantly, you obeyed, dragging your gaze upward until it met his. His eyes glowed in the dim torchlight, a shade of smoldering amber that seemed to see straight through you. A faint scar bisected his jaw, catching the light, only serving to amplify the cold menace etched into his expression. The smile that followed was almost tender, and that frightened you more than anything else.

“There you are,” he murmured, as though he’d just found something precious. His fingers trailed down your cheek, leaving a chill in their wake. “Why must you make this so difficult? I’ve been so gentle with you.”

Gentle. The word curled in your stomach like spoiled food. You’d seen his version of ‘gentle’—chains that bit into your skin, meals drugged just enough to rob you of strength, whispers that dismantled your resolve piece by piece. There was nothing kind about his hands, and you despised that you’d begun to flinch when they moved.

“I brought you a gift,” he said suddenly, as if announcing a grand surprise. Reaching behind him, he pulled something wrapped in cloth and unfurled it at your feet. The bundle hit the ground with a sickening thud, its contents rolling free: a severed hand, pale and twitching, fingers curled in death’s final spasm.

You recoiled, bile rising as the smell hit you.

“He was skulking near the wall,” he explained, as casually as if he were discussing the weather. “A rat with foolish ideas of taking what’s mine.” His eyes locked onto yours, unblinking. “You see, little mouse? This is what happens to those who try. I won’t allow anyone to steal you from me. Ever.”

The word was soft—almost tender—but its weight crushed you. You didn’t speak, couldn’t, but he noticed the way your lips trembled. His smile faltered, his grip returning to your face with enough force to make you wince.

“Say thank you,” he ordered, his voice still quiet, but far sharper now. “For keeping you safe.”

It was a choice between words and consequences—one you’d faced too many times. Shaking, you forced the words out, a broken whisper.

“T-thank you.”

Satisfaction bled into his features, and his grip loosened, though it left behind the sting of bruises. “Good girl,” he said, voice velvety with approval. “You see how much I care for you? No one else can keep you safe. Not like I can.”

The hand lay beside you, still and silent now, the fingers splayed like some obscene offering. Your eyes flicked back to him, unable to hide the fear he drank in so greedily.

“Remember that, little mouse,” he whispered, leaning closer until his breath skimmed your ear. “No matter how far you run, no matter how hard you fight, you’ll always belong to me.”

And then he was gone, the door slamming shut, its echo sealing you back into the dark. You sat motionless, heart hammering as the silence crept back in. The severed hand lay inches away, a macabre reminder of his promise—one that choked the last flickers of hope out of you.

Because he was right.

Where could you possibly go?

[slytherinshua]

INTERTWINED SOULS, CLASHING LIPS

genre. vampire au. fluff. brief reference to vampire seungwoo for @haecien and cien alone teehee. warnings. reader is briefly a bat sdkjsk lmao. blood and fangs and other vampire stuff. hanbin's tattoos are magical!! kissing and the tiniest bit of biting. like 1 second of nudity i'm not sure but it's nothing sexual guys promise. not proofread. pairing. vampire!hanbin x vampire!reader. wc. 997. request. no. a/n. i mean he was practically asking me to write this when he dropped his aotm...

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Hanbin’s collarbone was burning, which, despite the pain, was a good sign. His tattoos were reacting to a signal that only you could have put out. And he knew that you were coming home, back to him.

It had been a few years since you had been sent out on your mission by the elders. Hanbin had never worried about you making it back to him. You dying from a mission was a ridiculous notion, no matter how dangerous the task was. You always rose above your station and completed every commission you were given. But the years you had been apart from him, although barely even worth counting, had started to become noticeable to him.

Compared to the hundreds of years you had been united with him, a couple years gone on a mission was almost nothing. But with time had grown fondness, and Hanbin couldn’t help the way his heart yearned for you.

As the burning grew more intense and his tattoos glowed brightly, he knew it was only a matter of minutes before you were back in his arms. He waited with baited breath on the top of his tower, eyes sharply focused for any bat that emerged from the forest. Exactly 8 minutes later, he saw the silhouette of one.

He rubbed his palm against his sternum, subsiding the pain that had grown to its worst. The cost of uniting two vampire’s souls in hopes of greater power was an equal amount of pain. Hanbin held out his hands, and the bat landed carefully on them. It slumped forward a second after, completely exhausting its energy. Hanbin cupped it gently, and carried it inside. 

“I told you not to fly with the pain. Now you’re stuck.” He scolded the bat as he placed it on the soft bed. He closed his eyes in concentration, and with his right hand flattened over his moon tattoo, slowly summoned his power. The ink glowed, and so did the palm of his hand.

He moved his hand to the bat's head, ignoring the screech it let out as he let the magic flow through its body. A few seconds of writhing around later, the bat shapeshifted back into its vampire form.

“You couldn’t have been a little gentler with that? You nearly suffocated me.” You coughed, shooting a glare at the man dressed in black. He handed you a robe with a shake of his head, and you wrapped it around your bare body.

“Would you rather live as a bat for the next thousand years? You should be thankful.” He tsked, averting his gaze from your figure so as to try to not seem so obvious. You had called him out many times for his bad habit of staring.

“All you do is nag me. Someone needs to shut you up.” You stood up, grabbing Hanbin’s wrist before he could continue making moves to leave the room.

“As if you’d survive a day without a word from me.” He countered, red eyes shining a bit brighter at your touch. He hadn’t felt his magic surge so powerfully since the last time you had been back.

“I survived a few years. A few more days would be a piece of cake.” You replied, pulling his face down before he could think of another witty response. 

Maybe it was the familiarity of it all that made you feel as if nothing had changed. Hanbin’s lips tasted just like you remembered. Exactly the same as the many nights you had imagined it in hopes of soothing the ache in your heart. Coming back to Hanbin meant coming back to a missing part of your soul. The longer you were separated from each other, the weaker you both became. And, as the reverse, the closer you were, the stronger. That is why the elders were so pleased with your clearly undying infatuation with each other. 

Hanbin’s former reprove towards you completely melted away the moment his lips made contact with yours. The clash of soft lips and sharp fangs stole all his breath, clouding his brain with only one thought: relief. Restlessness always followed him when you were away. Your weak state when you landed in his hand filled him with worry, but feeling your kiss now gave him consolation. 

He pulled away breathlessly, and a satisfied smirk lifted on his lips, just wide enough to uncover one of his fangs. You looked at his face, admiring his gleaming eyes, bruised lips, pearly teeth, and smooth skin. Your gaze dropped slightly lower, eyeing the marking on his collarbone, of which you also displayed below the dip of your neck.

You pressed a small kiss to the sun, which granted Hanbin his strength and surged his magic. Next, your lips found the star, which allowed him to cast complex spells, both to aid in combat or alter the very fabric of time. Lastly, you grazed the moon emblem which stored his healing abilities. With it, he was easily able to nurse you back to health within seconds. Pulling him closer again, you travelled up to his neck and teasingly nipped at his skin.

“Did you not get your fill of biting people while on your mission? You’re insatiable.” He commented in amusement. The sensation pricked his skin with a whisper of pain that was soon soothed completely by your lips. Although he would gladly let you have free rein over him for as long as you wanted, one glance at the time urged him to pull you off of him gently.

“We should announce your return to Seungwoo and the others. They’ve been expecting you.” He urged you, and a flash of pride showed in his eyes. You were sure to be rewarded generously for your excellence during the past few years you were gone. Now more than ever, Hanbin felt fortunate that he was intertwined with you in every function of life. For, even your very souls laced together perfectly.

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[blackelysian]

Where your man at?

Kofi Siriboe x Black! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 997

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Talks of infidelity, unprotected sex, cursing, roleplay

A/N: Its kinda short I knowww this is just a random story idea I had! Hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @notapradagurl7 @livebythelovediebythelove @catxo @flydotty @henneseyhoe @novaniskye

Kofi sat back and watched as the brown skin goddess conversed with other people at the bar. She was fine as hell sporting a long black, form fitting slightly mesh dress. You could see the silhouette of her naked body underneath but not too much. He bites his lip at the sight of her. He continued to watch as she casually sipped on a lemon drop not even noticing me. The chocolate man downs the rest of his drink and makes his way over to the beauty. She was so engulfed in her conversation she hadn’t even seen him walk up. 

“Excuse me, beautiful” He said with a grin. She stops talking and turns to face him with a smirk. “ I don’t mean to interrupt your conversation but I just had to introduce myself. My name is Kofi.” She looks him up and down with interest. He reaches his hand out for hers. “YN” She replies as he grabs her hand placing a kiss on the back of it, noticing the shiny wedding ring on her left hand. The other person she was talking to excuses themselves and walks away to mingle with the other party guests.

“Your man let you come out the house by yourself like that?” He asks, leaning back to admire her curvy frame up close. 

“He did. I'm a big girl, I can look after myself,” she replies, taking the last sip of her drink before signaling the bartender to make her another one.

“Hmm, I see,” He said. She chuckles.

He instantly became mesmerized by her beautiful smile. “You are gorgeous, I had to come make myself known.” I smirk.

“You're pretty good looking yourself.” She replies with a wink, sipping her drink.

They sat at the bar, talked for a little bit and ordered another round of drinks. As they were finishing up he asked her if she would like to dance which she happily agreed, grabbing his hand dragging him to the dance floor. She turns around, putting her backside against him as she starts to dance. He grabs her left hand and raises it in the air as he lets her continue to push up on me, both of them completely getting into it. The sexual tension was thick.

He leans down into her ear and whispers “ Hmm hubby is not going to like this when he finds out” His hands find her waist. She turns around wrapping her arms around his neck bringing her lips to his ear. “What if he doesn’t..” She says, placing a tender kiss on his ear. He shuddered and turned his head to where their lips were literally just inches apart. 

“Hmm, you goin start something sweetheart…” He cautioned.

“I told you ima big girl..” she whispers back, rubbing the back of his head.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Their lips never leave each other as they make their way into her house. She pulls away, grabbing his hand leading him to her bedroom. Their lips meet again in a heated lip lock. He grabs at her dress gently pulling it up her body and over her head. She wore a black lace thong to match with no bra. His eyes are drawn to her succulent full breasts. He palms both of them in my large hands, massaging them pulling a light moan from her lips. His lips find her neck next, then her shoulders and then in between her breasts. He sucks the left one into his mouth as her hand finds the back of his head. Sweet, sensual moans escaping her. Her voice was beautiful. He picked her up gently tossing her on the bed, unbuckling my belt in the process. She palms his member through his pants in return he let out a low groan. He grabbed her neck with one hand and reached down with the other, pulling his piece out with the other. She reaches her hand down and starts firmly stroking him. He starts to slide her panties down to her ankles bringing her shiny wet center into view. 

“Your husband is one lucky man” He said, leaning down to place a single kiss on her clit. He lined himself to her entrance and slid in. Both of them let out a satisfied moan. His hips crash into hers over and over again. Her hands rub the back of his head as he fucked her with passion.

“Turn over for me” He said. She turns over stomach resting on the bed with her ass slightly raised as he slides back in instantly finding her spot. “Oh shit, right there” She moans.

“Right there baby?” He taunts, stroking into her mercilessly. “Oh fuckk” she yells out, gripping the sheets. “I’m gonna cum” she pants. He flips them over again, her ending up on top this time. “ Get your nut” he says, watching their bodies connect. She grabs his shoulders and starts to drop her ass down into his lap, chasing her orgasm. She throws her head back, feeling her orgasm build in her stomach again. “Shitt, You so wet babygirl.”  He groans, biting his lip. He continues to bounce her up and down on his shaft, aiming directly for her spot. He looked up at her, biting his lip at her love faces.

“What time your man getting home?” he asks, with a smirk growing on his face. Too wrapped up in her own orgasm to hear him. “Ohh fuckk im coming!!” She yells, releasing all over him and his lap. He finishes right behind her unloading himself inside her. They fall back onto the bed next to each other. He grabs her hand, placing gentle kisses on the back of it as he plays with the ring on her finger. “That was fun, still didn't say what time your man was getting home” He says with a slight chuckle. She slaps his bare chest joining in the laugh. “Shut up babe, but we should definitely do this more often…

[joels-darlin]

A Very Merry Christmas Morning

18+ Only!

Pairings: pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: sexual content, smut, fingering, teasing, pet names, Christmas smut hehe, no outbreak

Summary: Christmas Mornings spent with Joel are different than what you are used to and this year he wanted to give you an extra special present.

Word Count: 997

Author Note: Listen don't even ask hides. This might be heavily fuelled by beer and wine right now, as well as the delusions that have been living in my head rent free all day - believe me this is how I made it through.

I am also making the most of not being depressed for once, the itch to write smut has been killing me! Tbh I am particularly just feral in general right now whoops, no better way to channel it than writing about my husband. Its been quite awhile since I even considered writing smut, I am fairly rusty, but gave it a good crack so enjoy. I am actually proud of myself, I wrote this in a couple of hours.

Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas and and Happy New Year! <3

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Christmas mornings had very much changed over the past few years. Once considered civilised chaos in the family home, had now become slower and more enjoyable after moving in with your long term boyfriend Joel and his daughter Sarah. She was a teenager now not often leaving her bedroom until at least midday, even on the most anticipated day of the year.

You had always considered yourself an early riser, often up at the crack of dawn or even before your alarm; making the most of day. But Christmas Day was the one you allowed just that extra bit of time in bed, making the most of the fresh bedsheets you had swapped out the night before and enjoying the feeling of being cuddled up in the warmth of Joel’s arms. It wasn’t often that you got to spend time like this - life was busy.

The feeling of Joel shifting in bed had brought you to, craning your neck to peek at the clock on bedside table - the numbers 7:32am staring back. Rolling over you where met with the chocolate brown eyes of your man, a soft smile adorned across his face.

“Merry Christmas baby girl” he crooned, sleep still evident in his voice.

“Merry Christmas my love” you beamed back at him leaning over to kiss him softly on the lips. Except he was sneaky, sliding his hands into the back of your hair to pull you closer, deepening the kiss further, teeth grazing against your lips nibbling ever so lightly.

Joel knew what he was doing, knew your body like the back of his hand and could get you going with a simple kiss. As if on cue you felt the burning desire pooling in your lower stomach, evident that your matching pyjama shorts were now flooded in hot, wet arousal. He was no longer a want but a need. You still had a couple of hours yet before anyone needed to be awake, so why not make the most of it.

“Joel…” you whined softly, detaching your lips from his.

“Tell me what you need sweet girl” his southern accent now laced with desire.

“You, just you” you moaned softly again, his hands under your pyjama top roaming your body. The feeling of his callouses against your soft skin leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. You chose a good night to not wear any underwear. Joel continued, hands now traversing around the front of your top cupping both your breasts, squeezing ever so softly, making you moan. Taking it a step further by rolling your nipples through his thumb and forefinger, back arching involuntarily at his touch. Fuck me, this man. Joel loved how your body responded to his simple actions and had voiced that on many occasions - watching you squirm and writhe beneath him was one of his favourite things.

“Gonna give you an extra present baby girl” he whispered, the feeling of his breath tickling against the skin of your earlobe. Making a mental note to return the favour later on.

“Fuck darlin’ you are so wet for me” he said breathless. The teasing was enough and Joel had slid his hand inside your pyjama bottoms, legs parting instinctively for him. He was driving you insane, fingers lazily trailing over your entrance where the arousal pooled heavily. Collecting some of it he teased running the tips of his fingers through your folds and hitting your clit lightly, making you gasp in pleasure.

“Open up” he demanded. You did as Joel said opening up your mouth, sliding two fingers inside. The taste of you own arousal flooding your senses straightaway. Rolling your tongue you cleaned off the slick from his fingers. “Such a good girl for me aren’t you, love the taste of you” he groaned.

“Please Joel, more” you begged with anticipation, craving the feeling of his thick, calloused fingers inside your center. Joel gave in to your pleas and traversed his hand down your body, where in one simple movement sunk two fingers inside of your core. The sheer pleasure causing you to lift your arm and bite down on the material of your sleeve to cover a loud moan. Hopefully no-one else in the house heard that.

Curling his fingers slightly just to hit that sweet spot, he knew exactly what to do. Dropping his head into the crook of your neck Joel started biting and sucking on the skin there continuing to drive you absolutely wild, his tongue glancing over each area he marked. He continued to pump his fingers in and out at a steady pace, the sensation from his thick fingers nearly sending you tumbling over the edge. The sounds of your quiet moans and his fingers working away at your hot, wet core filling the room.

“Good girl” Joel muttered, the low and gravely tone sending multiple shockwaves of pleasure below, clenching around his fingers. If he kept calling you that you were done for. “Joel…fuck” you moaned, walls continuing to flutter and tighten around him, his fingers sinking deeper and deeper with every movement.

“Come for me darlin’ please” he begged. Moving to graze his thumb across your clit. All it took was a couple of swipes, your climax hitting fast and hard as Joel pumped his fingers faster inside of you; back arching off the bed as your quiet moans filled the room.

It took a few minutes to come down from the high. Laboured breaths of yours the only sounds bouncing off the walls of the room, core continuing to flutter and clench around nothing - Joel’s fingers now completely withdrawn as you lay in his arms.

“Well I know what I am asking Santa for next year Miller” you turned to smile up at him, small giggle leaving your lips. Making him grin in response, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

You prayed every single Christmas morning the the rest of your life was like this.

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Call of the Valley {Call of Duty x Reader/Stardew Valley AU｝

Prologue: Grey

➔ gn!reader ("you"/"your" pronouns used), thoughts of violence, mentions of death

no character introductions yet, just some world building. unedited

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Grey walls. Grey ceilings. Grey floors. Grey desks. 

Everywhere you look is grey. From the meticulously lined cubicles to the desks lacking any personalization. From the uncomfortable chairs to the equally as uncomfortably sticky floors. From the company provided coffee mug to the company provided calendar. From your coworker's outfit (you swear that sweater used to be blue) to the contents of your lunch. 

It’s all grey. 

You sigh as you push around the mushy overcooked rice on your desk before you. In the silence of the office, you might as well have fired a gun, the sound a stark contrast to the usual deadness. The only sounds typical of this purgatory you call work are the tap-tap-tapping of keys and the clicking of mouses. Plus, the occasional beep of the microwave, or slam of the fridge door (you swear that fridge has been here longer than any employee. The way the lightbulb buzzes when you open the door sounds like a cry for help. A plea for you to end its decades-long misery. You, of course, don’t. If you must suffer, then so too must the fridge). 

Someone clears their throat from the entry of your cubicle. You turn away from your sad little lunch to find your sad little supervisor. Who, surprise, surprise, is dressed in, you guessed it, even more grey. 

“Something the matter?” she asks you with a smile that makes you want to use your cheap plastic fork to carve out her eyes. “I could have sworn I heard something.” 

“Yeah, sorry,” you try for a smile in return, not sure why you bother considering you hate her guts as much as she hates yours. “I’m just... tired.” 

“Well, tired or not, you know better than to bring that kind of attitude to the workplace. Big smiles, remember? The atmosphere matters you know!” 

“Right, yeah,” you nod, barely able to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “Big smiles.” 

“Come on, let’s see it,” your supervisor says, tapping the sign on your cubicle wall *Smile, you’re with Joja!* You put on a smile which she returns with a patronizing scrunch of her nose, talking to you like one would an unruly child. “There, that wasn’t that hard now, was it?” 

It wouldn’t be too hard to use my stapler to knock your teeth in, you bitch. It’d only take a couple of hits... All the red would really brighten this place up... Ever heard of colour theory? 

“Yeah,” you smile. “Not that hard.” 

Your computer beeps. Your lunch break is over. You haven’t touched your food. 

Your supervisor's smile widens. The brown-nosing corporate shill that she is. “Well, you’d better get back to it... And try to do better this afternoon. Your numbers have been trailing all morning. I’d hate to have to write you up.” 

“Yeah,” you say as you drop your food into the rubbish. “I’m sure.” 

Your computer goes off again, demanding your attention. Your supervisor stands there for a moment longer than she needs to, as if checking that you’re really going to work, then hums, pleased, and walks away. 

It’s going to be a long day...  

But hey, look on the bright side, you won’t be doing this forever. 

One day you’ll die. 

Die... The thought echoes in your head for a bit. Die... Die... 

Your gaze falls to the drawer of your desk where the letter from your late great-uncle sits, waiting to be opened. You didn’t know the guy much, the family didn’t really talk about him, and he never came to any gatherings. But he had no kids and, well... No one really. He’d been thrilled when you had expressed interest in enlisting in your early teens. He taught you all the tricks of the trade and then some. 

He was less thrilled when you told him you’d changed your mind. 

It really wasn’t that shocking news. He’d kept talking on and on about pulling some strings, using his connections, but it’s just... not what you wanted anymore. You weren’t a kid anymore and well, you had to be realistic. 

Besides, they didn’t want you to enlist. You’d tried and well... While you passed the physical tests fine and were more than smart enough to work in intelligence or as a bomb tech, your psychological tests were... Less than stellar. Which was difficult to explain to a man who, despite having watched countless of his friends die and witness atrocities you could never fathom, thought that mental illness was a sham created by the youth to get out of doing real work. 

It’s not like you’d caused his heart attack. He was already sick. And all the smoking and drinking from his days on active duty surely didn’t help. He got himself too worked up over something small, and well... His heart just couldn’t take any more of it. 

Speaking of being unable to take anymore... you can hear your supervisor coming back around. You look between your monitor and the desk drawer. Monitor. Drawer. Monitor. Drawer. Monitor. Drawer. Monitor... 

“I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to write you up. Just know this isn’t-” 

“I quit.” 

And, just like that, you grab your few personal belongings and shove past her to the door, manilla envelope clutched in your hand.  

She sputters something behind you, makes a move to grab your wrist. You dodge. 

“You can’t be serious,” she says. “You... You can’t quit now! It’s the busiest time of the year!” 

“I just did... Oh, and Stacy?” 

“Yes?” she asks, almost hopeful. 

“You’re a right bitch. Just wanted to let you know.” 

Her entire face goes red as her cheeks puff out. “You... I... Wh...” 

You leave her there to her aneurysm, walking into the elevator and letting the doors close behind you. 

You lean your head back against the grey wall, resting your weight against the railing. You glance at the envelope in your hand. 

God... Please don’t let this be a mistake.  

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - waking up with Tim Shepard

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It’s early morning, and the sun is just beginning to rise over Tulsa, casting a soft, dim glow on the streets below. Its rays shine in through the gaps in your blinds, bathing your room in a warm light that appears almost golden, standing stark against the darkened shadows upon your walls

Beside you lies none other than Tim Shepard, his arm hanging loosely across your middle, his hair tousled with sleep, and his eyes bleary as he blinks down at you.

The house is silent, save for the muffled snores coming from your brothers’ respective rooms, and you find yourself tucking your face into the nape of Tim’s neck, humming as the all-too-familiar scent of cigarettes and cheap cologne fills your senses. 

His arms snake around you tighter, and he pulls you even closer until you're practically lying on top of him, your legs intertwined, as he buries his nose into your hair. 

“Mornin’, darlin’,” He drawls, his voice still thick with sleep. You can’t help but smile as he presses a quick kiss on your temple, his rough and calloused fingers idly tracing patterns against your exposed skin. 

“Hey,” You murmur back softly, tilting your head up so you can press a quick peck on his lips. “I didn’t expect you to still be here.” 

Truthfully, you had expected him to leave hours ago, just as the first signs of daylight began to show, colouring the sky with a variety of pinks and oranges. He usually does, taking advantage of the early hour and the lack of people walking the streets to slip from your house unnoticed, ensuring not to wake your brothers when he leaves.  But today, however, it seems as though he’s decided to stick around.

“I didn’t feel like goin’.” Tim replies, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips before stretching out beside you and propping himself up on one elbow. He runs a hand through his hair, tousling it further, before giving you a lazy grin. “Suppose you’ll want’ me gone before your brothers wake up.”

You let out a low hum, pulling away from him slightly so that you could meet his gaze directly, your hand coming up to brush a stray piece of hair from his forehead. 

“You know Darry will freak out if he finds you in here.” 

Tim lets out a low chuckle, running a hand down your side before pulling you into his chest once more. “Relax, doll.” He whispers, his mouth finding the shell of your ear once more, peppering butterfly kisses along your neck. “Nobody'll know I'm here.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at him, pushing his face away with a small laugh. “I’m not taking any chances.” You tell him sternly, sitting up properly despite his grip on your waist and his quiet groan of protest. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Tim grumbles, letting you pull away from him, though he still doesn't move from his position on your bed. He watches you carefully, studying every feature of your face with an intensity that has never failed to drive you insane as you stand, stretching languidly before turning to fix him with a stern look. He raises his eyebrows questioningly in response, raising both hands in defence.

“Can you blame me for starin’?” He asks, grinning lazily at you. “I mean, damn, y/n, you sure don't want to spend this time doin' something else?” 

You roll your eyes at the ridiculousness of his statement as you make your way across your room, picking up his discarded clothes and tossing them at him. He catches them easily, his eyes still not leaving you as he slips his shirt over his head, the material clinging to his body in all the right places. 

“You’re impossible,” you mutter, turning away from him as he tugs on his wrinkled jeans, immediately pulling a carton of cigarettes from his back pocket. He places one between his lips and goes to light it up, only for you to slap his hand away. 

“Oh no, you don't. Not in here, Timothy Shepard.” You scold, “Do you want Darry to skin me?” 

Tim pauses and lets out a breathy chuckle, his arms circling around your waist once more. He gives you as innocent a look as he can manage. 

“Come on, doll. Don’t be like that.” He trails off, his words sounding as though they were made from honey. His fingers trace slow circles across your stomach, sending shivers throughout your entire body as your eyes flutter shut. “My company ain’t all that bad, is it?” The cigarette is forgotten momentarily in favour of trailing light kisses over your shoulders.

“It’s tolerable,” you tease, smiling as you turn around in his embrace, your hands resting lightly on his chest. “But you better be gone before my brothers wake up.” You add, swatting him away as he begins to place feather-light kisses across your jaw. 

“Oh really?” Tim asks, quirking an eyebrow and smirking down at you.

“Yes.” You reply firmly, reaching out to cup his cheek, the pad of your thumb brushing gently under his bottom lip. “Get the hell outta here, Shepard.” 

He nods with a sigh, releasing you reluctantly, pulling on his boots, which he had discarded by your bed the night before, and slinging his jacket over his shoulder. He leans forward and presses one final chaste kiss to your lips before heading over to your window. You watch as he unlatches it, pushing it open carefully and slipping silently out onto the grass below with the same stealth as an alley cat. 

He turns to shoot you one last smirk, his hand cupping your cheek for one brief moment when you lean out to say goodbye, whispering a promise to meet him later on, knowing full well he'll be back in your room, tangled in your sheets once more. 

He flashes another wink before he disappears into the morning light. 

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

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Next Lifetime, 01

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☆ Pairing(s). Barista!Suguru geto x Nursing student! reader 

☆ Content. Swearing, mentions of self harm (not seriously though), conversations of college, fluff, talks of food, reader is intended to be black but anyone can read, please let me know if i missed anything :)

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‘Fuck mornings.’ Is the mantra that repeats in Suguru’s mind as he turns on the cafe’s lights. Laying his hands on his face before inevitably dragging them down, shrugging his coat off and hanging it against the wall before making his way out the backroom. “Who the fuck is even up this early to get coffee? ‘S ridiculous.” He grumbles as he stumbles to the front of the establishment, flipping the sign that hangs on the door to ‘open’. 

The smell of coffee and soft music slowly wakes him up, heating up pastries and putting them in their respective places in the display glass, the usual. Suguru looks at the clock on his lockscreen, its only been fifteen minutes? He huffs, leaning against the counter as his arms are tucked under each other. He sits there staring blankly at the wall. He could read, or doddle, or-, the bell at the front door rings. Isn’t it like six o’clock in the morning? Why would somebody be out of the house this early? Geto sighs as he turns around. “Welcome and good morning. How can-” Everything stops. The music, the sounds of coffee brewing, the clock in the corner, everything. In Front of him sat a girl, roughly his age. She was beautiful, dewy skin glowing in the light of the rising sun. An elastic headband pushing some of her hair out her face. Brown tortoiseshell glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. “Um.” God, even her voice was amazing. 

“S-Sorry, um, howw can I help you?” Shit, how long has he been staring? His eyes cast down in embarrassment as he tusks a strand of hair behind his ear. He’s racking his brain to see if he’s remembered her from somewhere. A regular or something? No. Well, the school year just started and there’s a university not that far from here. That’s probably it….or maybe not. She's wearing scrubs, so maybe she has some type of early shift at a hospital. “Is the brown sugar espresso good?” “Uh, i mean yeah. I like it.” The girl nods, sitting there idly for a bit. “Yeah I’ll take that and aaa…creme brulee donut.” Suguru nods, tapping on the screen and logging in quickly. “Oat milk okay?” “Yeah, that’s fine.” He hums putting in the order before looking back up, hand reaching back to the nape of his neck twirl and pull his hair nervously. “Anything else?” She declines, shuffling through her purse and handing her card.

Geto damn near short circles when his hand brushes her. Busy swiping the card and doing whatever else, a slight aroma of peaches fills the air. He sniffed slightly, was that her? “Here you go.” He mumbles as he hands her back the card. The girl flashes him a smile as she takes the card back. When Geto turns around he mentally hypes himself up as he makes her drink, his face feeling like it was on fire as he prepares himself to engage in small talk. ‘Come on Suguru, you got this.’ He takes a deep as he puts ice in the metallic cup, “So, whats your name?” “[reader], you?” “Suguru, suguru geto.” “Oh, thats a nice name.” He might be dying, like actually. “T-Thanks. You got a morning shift? I mean we’re uh…pretty far from the hospital.” Did he just stutter? His palms begin to get clammy as he pours the syrup to the bottom of the cup. Why can’t a sinkhole just his size open up right under him? “Oh no, i’m not a nurse. Not yet at least, I'm going to the medical university not that far from here.” He could feel her eyes in the back of his head. Dear god, what is happening? He’s never been this nervous in his life. Okay, maybe once or twice, but to talk to a girl? Never. Her voice was so light and cheerful.

“That’s whats up. Umm…got anything that you like studying or something that interests you?” ‘Just focus on making the drink. Focus and everything will go smoothly.’ Geto thinks as he pour the espresso and oat milk into the cup. Shaking it quickly and a bit roughly before pouring it in a plastic to-go cup. “I enjoy the simulations, they have these extremely realistic robots, like i i was in a simulation lab with a friend, ya’know just practicing, and one just yelled out ‘i want my mommy’.” He chuckles softly. Putting on the cups top and he put it on the front counter. Towards the pickup side. “I’d honestly be terrified if i were you.” He mumbles as he grabs a small parchment paper bag. Squatting down and grabbing the tongs to put one of the huge brulee donuts inside. He stands back up, folding the top flap and putting a little sticker to keep it sealed. “Here.” Suguru mumbles with a small smile. His hand brushes against hers once more, her skin was so soft. “You smell like peaches.” He blurts out, and immediately regrets it. His entire face and ears flushed into a shade of red. Embarrassment eating him whole, he’s throwing himself off a building. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know why i said that, i just-” [Reader] giggles, waving her hand dismissively. “You’re fine and thank you.” She says after a while. Full lips pulled into a graceful smile, his breathe hitched slightly. She was ethereal, like some type of painting you’d see from the renaissance era.

“N-No problem. Uh…s-see you around?” Geto stammers, looking at the girl across the counter. He felt like he was floating, is this what people mean when they talk about love at first sight? Cause he totally gets the hype. “Yeah. I’ll be around every now and then.” He nods frantically, “Yeah, okay.” [Reader] giggles one more time. Before grabbing her food and waving at him as she walks out the door. Him doing the same and waving a good bye as she leaves. ‘Shit.’

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This was ... less angsty and more smutty in my head. 😅

Guiding light

Rated: E

Words: 997

Tags: Post-Vecna; Kas!Eddie Munson; monster!Eddie Munson; rough sex; monsterfucking; angst; hopeful ending

He doesn't know what pulls him in.

He doesn’t know a lot of things, these days.

The portals have closed. Master is dead. So are his siblings. The comforting buzz of their claws and wings and voices in his head, the cold, familiar slither of their minds against his, it's all gone.

It’s dreadfully empty, all alone in his head. His mind flails like a bird the dark, released from the confines of its … house? prison? A thing with bars, he doesn’t know the word. It’s lost somewhere in the void and he can’t grasp it, doesn’t know how to reach for it. Doesn’t remember.

That’s how the golden glow flickering beyond the trees finds him - naked in the night, stumbling around without aim. He doesn’t know why he follows it.

The house is dark, half-destroyed from the ground tremors. The light pulses from a window above him. A … a tiny fire thing. A candle.

A candle to light his way, like something from a … another thing he doesn’t remember the word for, a thing with words on pages that takes you to far-off worlds, a thing that smells of ink, paper, dust. A thing he used to … love.

The distant echo of the feeling makes his head erupt in pain, makes something horribly warm bubble in his chest. He scales the wall, using his tail and wings for support, ready to snuff out the tiny light.

“There you are.”

A whisper, barely more than a breath floating on air. He whips around as if yanked by a leash, fangs bared.

There’s a … sleep thing in the corner of the room. Blankets and pillows that smell of comfort, warmth, rest - but that isn’t what makes his mouth water and his stomach churn with a terrible, primal feeling. A feeling that’s close to hunger but not quite.

It's the figure sitting on top of the thing. A boy with eyes that are bright in the flickering candlelight, eyes brimming with emotions he doesn’t know.

But he knows those eyes.

The warm thing in his chest explodes, like boiling liquid eating at his insides. He roars in pain and confusion and fear and launches himself at the boy. He wants to shred, he wants to maim, he wants the burning to stop, he wants the emptiness to go away, he wants, he wants, he wants-

Something touches his face, something soft and light. A hand. He has the boy pinned, claws digging into his shoulders, ripping through the fabric of his shirt. Fangs inches from his throat, breath hot against his pulse.

There's no fear in those eyes. Instead, those lips - soft and inviting and familiar - curl into a smile.

“I thought I'd never see you again,” says the boy, fingers slipping up to his temples, gently combing aside the tangled curtain of his hair.

He doesn’t know gentle.

Then why does he remember it?

He peels back his lips and hisses, wings flaring out, tail slicing the air like a whip.

“It’s okay,” says the boy. His hand tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, slowly, tenderly and the warm thing coils in his chest, in his abdomen. “I know you're in there, Eddie.”

The pain in his skull turns blinding white. The word … the name ricochets in the empty cavern of his mind and his chest pulls with want, so hard he thinks it might crack open.

The boy's eyes are bright like the candle. Pulling him in. His claws shred through fabric, exposing soft skin, patterns of moles like … sky things. Stars.

“Go ahead,” says the boy. “I'm here. Take what you need.”

He doesn’t know what he needs.

But he thinks he remembers.

*

He doesn't know gentle, but the boy does.

His claws can only leave gashes and cuts, but those hands can tease and caress. His fangs can only bite and tear, but those lips leave kisses and whispered words of endearment. He's death and destruction and cold, but the boy is warmth and kindness and life.

He shouldn’t want that warmth, but he does. And he takes it. Takes it in all the ways he knows and all the ways he remembers.

The boy doesn't stop him once. Not when he pushes inside of him with a brutality that punches the breath from his chest in a hoarse whimper. Not when the force of his thrusts makes the sleep thing … the bed … groan and creak. Not when his claws leave bruises and draw blood, not when his tail wraps around the boy's throat, leaving him gasping for breath underneath him.

By the time he spills inside of that warmth and collapses on top of the boy, spent and exhausted and finally sated, the candle has burnt to a small stub and the sky beyond the window is turning brighter. Birdsong reaches his ears and he snarls reluctantly.

“You need to go?”

The boy's smile is tired and slow, and a little sad. He's beautiful in the waxing light, skin littered in marks. Marks he left there. The warm feeling blooms in his chest again. He thinks he could get used to the pain if means seeing that smile again.

“That’s alright.” Fingers combing through his hair, lips tracing the ruined remains of pictures etched into his skin. “I'll leave the candle burning so you can find me again, now that you know the way.”

He whines, even as he disentangles himself from the boy's embrace. He doesn’t know gentle, but he still presses his lips to the long stretch of that throat one last time, fangs scraping over bruised and bitten skin.

The boy sighs and melts into the touch.

“I'll get you back, Eddie. No matter how long it takes.”

He doesn't know gentle, and he doesn’t know the person that name belongs to.

But the darkness is a little bit thinner now. And he thinks that some day, he might remember.

Steve guiding Eddie back to himself through unhinged monsterfucking? Why not?

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episode four: scream... or maybe not? - atsumu miya

kai's halloween '24 miniseries - a halloween to remember!!

CONTENT WARNINGS: msby visits a haunted house, fake murder, fake blood, 1 (one) ghostface appearance

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“hey, guys, welcome to the msby black jackals’ official blog!” you wave at the camera, and turn the phone lens on your team. well, it’s more like three of the team's members. inunaki's out with his girlfriend, barnes is out of the country, and tomas is visiting his parents in aichi. of course, meian wants nothing to do with their nonsense, least of all on a peaceful wednesday evening.

hinata and bokuto flash mega-watt smiles at the camera, waving enthusiastically. sakusa hides from the prying lens, pulling his mask up further.

and atsumu… is late. 

an annoyed sakusa mutters some not-very-complimentary comments under his breath, but as if on cue, you spot a familiar head of piss-blond hair making its way through the crowd. you have the inexplicable urge to tear it from its owner’s scalp.

“aaaaand… here he is. finally. say hi, atsumu.”

“hey, y'all!” blissfully ignorant of your annoyance, he shoots the camera the sideways smirk that msby's fans practically live for. “i've been preparin’ for today with scary movie marathons. no way this is gonna scare me off!”

“i dunno, miya… this place seems mighty creepy, don't you think?” you grin widely, and the camera pans over to show an old dilapidated house. the vicinity is illuminated briefly by a flash of lightning as you speak, like a cartoon cliché. his fearless facade seems to falter, and you chuckle.

“in case you didn't already know,” bokuto chirps, throwing an arm around your shoulder, “we're at the spookiest haunted house in osaka tonight to test our mettle!”

“i'm placing bets on atsumu to run out screaming like a little girl,” sakusa comments offhandedly. the chat goes crazy, spamming laughing-crying emojis and asking to hear atsumu's response to this.

atsumu's eyes narrow. “you've got a bet, omi-omi. if i get through without chickening out, i win.”

“loser does water-bottle duty for a month,” hinata challenges. a hush falls over the rest as the atmosphere seems to change, the stakes raised.

“no,” atsumu breathes. 

sakusa's tone is uncharacteristically smug. 

“then, don't lose.”

you find that atsumu is the worst haunted house partner ever. he's screaming at every moving shadow and every flashing light. not to mention that his terrified yelps are the most horror-movie-realistic noises you've head all night. you groan. you may have had to split up at the entrance, but why oh why didn't you take sakusa along with you instead? 

“chat, are you seeing this?” atsumu says for the fifth time in seven minutes, and you snatch the phone from his hand.

just then, you hear a floorboard creak loudly, and the sound of a heavy object hitting a hard surface. your guard is instantly up, and you scan your surroundings for any potential scares. atsumu follows close behind you, ragged breaths fanning down the back of your neck.

“don't tell me you're scared already.” you smile wickedly, pressing the tip of your finger to your lips. “we're just getting started.”

“try me,” atsumu retorts, plastering a confident smile on his face. he leans in to stare at you, and you push his face away with your hand, blushing.

as you move into the next room, brandishing the phone in front of you, the chat overflows with messages telling you there's something moving in the far corner. atsumu squints, angling his head away from the phone screen to peer into the darkness…

and screams. 

you let out a noise of annoyance. you push him aside to take a look for yourself, and sure enough, it's another haunted house cliché. a masked ghostface killer stabs a woman gasping for air, and looks up as they notice you.

“come on, miya, you know it's another of their gimmicks-” you start to say, but you cut yourself off when the masked figure stands up and advances towards the two of you.

“sir, i don't think the staff are supposed to be coming this close to the visitors…” atsumu's voice trails off, and he grabs ahold of your arm firmly, backing the two of you away.

ghostface chuckles. “you really think this is all just a part of the experience?”

fear grips you like a cold hand.

“run,” the woman rasps, blood spurting out from her neck wound, and the two of you turn back the way you came, panting and looking back periodically. being the pro athlete he is, atsumu quickly overtakes you. you hear the knife-wielding psycho bearing down on you and suddenly you're hoisted across atsumu's shoulders as he bolts for the exit. you're horrified to find it's locked, and as you yell for him to go the other way, the lights come on.

what?

you hear bokuto and hinata’s raucous laughter, and ghostface pulls his mask off. to your shock, it’s osamu, and you realise this must have all been an elaborate prank. targeting atsumu, no doubt, but unfortunately you’ve been caught in the crossfire. suddenly you’re all too aware of atsumu’s arms around you, holding you securely in place.

“atsumu,” you sigh. “you can put me down now.”

face flushed, he sets you back on the ground.

there is a lot of screaming and yelling and roughhousing once the initial shock wears off. shaking your head, you go back to retrieve your phone, which you’d dropped during the chase. you find it in a corner of the room and stand up to leave-

and bump into atsumu.

“well,” atsumu says after an awkward silence. “sorry fer scaring ya over somethin’ that wasn’t even real.”

“it’s all good, i didn’t even realise it wasn’t.” you offer him a genuine smile, which quickly turns into a devious smirk. “i also didn’t realise you were the gentlemanly type. thought you’d leave your poor manager for dead at the first sign of danger.” 

he follows you out, protesting, but there’s a soft glimmer in his eyes that wasn’t there before, and that you think you’d like to see again.

even if it means getting jumpscared again.

DIRECTOR'S NOTE:

dang this was kinda long and also kinda unserious

(but then again, this is atsumu we're talking about here)

watched scream original (i did not scream but salmon did) (a lot)

last chapter incoming! already cooking up ideas for halloween 2025 lol

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[hereticdrws]

it's a little specific, but was thinking about loser!mizu going with reader to a karaoke as official girlfriends (yay!) and discovering that reader was a massive theater kid in high school or something, seems in character to me lol

Karaoke

a/n: I loved this sm I rlly hope u like it 😭 I'm a sucker for loser mizu I need to write headcannons for her 😭

For texting akemi is pink you are purple

Word count:997

Warnings: swearing, alcohol mentioned, I think that's it? Lmk if I missed one

Mizu x reader enjoy ☺️

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The lights beamed across the floor of the karaoke bar, a small disco ball decorating the ceiling of the room, drenching the room in small flickering lights, the floor and the small platform was covered in confetti, probably from a previous party.

I looked around for my girlfriend who thankfully was right behind me, following me like a lost puppy.

"You good hon?" I yelled over the beating music of the speakers and whoever was singing

"Yeah I'm fine" She smiled, still a nervous blush adorned her cheeks and tip of her nose at the closeness of the crowd

We had been invited to a karaoke bar by taigen, akemi, and mizus best friend ringo after we had officially become girlfriends after months of dating and even more pining and flirting (though the flirting was more you while mizu did the blushing ;])

I grabbed her hand as we made our way to the bar, sending akemi a quick text that we had arrived and were grabbing drinks

Hey!! We're here js grabbing drinks what room r yall

We're in room 4 ☺️

Great well be there soon!

"Mizu! Their in room 4!" I yelled over to my girlfriend as she grabbed our drinks, I leaned over grabbing mine from her hand

"Great, are you ready?" She inquired

"Yeah! Cmon let's go!" I said radiating excitement.

We made our way through the crowd mizu grabbed my hand squeezing it, obviously uncomfortable with the overwhelming amount of people, I gently pulled her arm towards me, her front pressed against my back.

"You good baby?" I whisper yelled into her ear to ensure she could hear me

"Yeah, crowds just a little much" She sputtered, flashing me a small smile "let's just get to the room, I think it's upstairs

"Ok" I nodded at her, changing directions and heading towards the stairs, not letting go of her hand

Once we finally made it to the room I knocked to let akemi know we were there

"Y/n! Hey omg it's been to long" She squealed as she hugged me

"Its been 2 days" I laughed

"I know! Way to long" She said back with a giggle at the end as she moved over to hug mizu

"Oh mizu! Youre gonna love this! Don't worry" akemi said since mizu had always been the shyest of the group so obviously karaoke would send mizu into a spiral, I mean cmon, singing infront of people? Are you crazy? But she had been convinced somehow

As mizu and I followed akemi into the room, taigen was already belting his heart out to an katy perry song, clearly already very tipsy

"HI mizu" ringo smiled brightly at his bsf

"Hey" She smiled back, moving to sit next to him, dragging you lightly behind her by your intertwined hands

"Mizu! Cmon sing with me!!" Taigen yelled drunkenly at her

"No I'm good" She chuckled nervously, obviously very uncomfortable with the idea of singing katy perry I front of her brand new girlfriend

However that attitude changed the second te alcohol hit her system

2 hours later, 5 drinks in, and at least 17 songs later, mizu had been convinced to start singing, as I was laughing at taigens idiocy with akemi and ringo, mizu and taigen were searching for more songs to do

"The Heather's? Tf is that" taigen slurred, the alcohol had already hit his system awhile ago

"They have heathers?!?!" I practically jumped from my seat, rushing over to where my girl friend and taigen were sitting, pushing taigen away

"Oh my God no way I fucking love them!!" I said towards mizu

"You watched the heathers?" Mizu said, kind of thunderstruck

"Yes!! I used to be the biggest theater kid" I said vibrating with excitement as I looked ta the songs

Mizu just sat there with the biggest doe eyes looking up at me"What?" I laughed as I looked at her adorable shocked expression

"I didn't know you liked them" She mumbled looking away shyly her blush turning a bright red making her palms sweat

"Cmon! Sing with me!" I said as I turned on dead girl walking

We spent the rest of the time belting out lyrics and arguing about the best song/musical, and ofc my favorite was ride the cyclone while mizus was phantom of the opera

Once everyone was all tired out mizu and I headed toward my car

"So.." mizu started, something obviously on her mind

"So..." I said with a giggle bumping her

She let out a small laugh, her blush from earlier returning once more

"I didn't take you as a theater kid" She stumbled out

"No?" I laughed

"No definitely not" She laughed back

"Well aren't I just full of suprises" her blush deepening as I winked at her, throwing my arm around her neck, forcing her down a bit since she was very tall, leaving a few pecks on her cheek, finding it oh so amusing as to watch her blush become deeper and deeper turning her into a tomato

"Alright alright cmon we gotta get home" She stuttered out

"Whatever you say Rudolph" I winked and laughed at her annoyed expression, opening the passenger door for her

We rode home with the ride the cyclone soundtrack on low as I told her all about the plays I did in middle school and high school

"No way you were in a Beetlejuice play you're fucking with me" She said with a laugh

"I'm not!" I giggled at her punching her lightly

"What part?" She said through her laughter

"Lydia deetz!!" I said still laughing along with her

"No way you got a lead part”

“I did!!”

Once we got home and changed into pajamas, I put on beetle juice and we spent the rest of our night cuddled up watching our favs

"Goodnight Rudolph" I mumbled sleepily with a subtle smirk adorning my face

"Goodnight my little theater kid" She said right back

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Thank you for reading I hope yall liked this ☺️

[impala-dreamer]

please Tell Me About John Winchester x Reader and Exhibitionism!

A Quick Break

John Winchester x Reader

997 Words (oops)

NSFW, Exhibitionism, Sex Things

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The motel room was stuffy and dark. Y/N was tired of squinting into the shadows and the damned lamps were dimmer than than the idiot cops they’d interviewed that morning. With a huff, she slammed her book down on the bed and leapt up. Her bare toes dug into the plush blue carpet as she padded to the window and threw back the curtains. 

A plumage of dust scattered into the room, but the sunlight was welcomed and warm. 

“I don’t know why you always insist on workin’ in the dark,” she said, hoping to rock John from his stupor. 

He was hard at it, chewing on a pen cap while scanning the surrounding towns’ newspapers from the last two weeks. He cocked a brow and peered over at her. 

“Because I like it,” he answered simply. 

Y/N closed her eyes and let the sun warm her face. “Yeah, well, I can’t see shit.” 

The large, single window ran the entire length of the short front wall and faced the pool area. Like the room, the pool wasn’t much to look at, but a few lodgers were making use of its cooling, overly chlorinated waters. Y/N sighed, wondering if she could coax him into going for a dip. 

“We could use a break, ya know…” 

John hummed non-commitally. “I guess.” 

She turned and pressed her back against the glass. “You have been workin’ real hard, Johnny…” 

Hazel eyes lit up with interest. She was the only one who ever called him that, and despite the less-than-manly quality to the nickname, he loved it. 

“I suppose.” 

She smiled and bit her lip as he stared her way. The mid-day sun was haloing her in bright light and he couldn’t help the twing of desire in his gut. Her curves were sexy silhouettes, her position in the window was one that teased ‘come get me’. 

He answered the call before she could register what he was doing. 

John swept in, grabbing her up into his big arms and licking at her lips. Y/N melted instantly. Her eyes fell closed, her lips softened and parted. She hummed into his mouth as his hands slid down her body, lovingly gripping each delicious curve. 

Pulling back, she grinned up at him. “Take me to bed…” Her whisper was sultry, her eyes inviting. 

John licked his lips and shook his head. He eyed the pool, the patrons splashing about not more than a dozen yards from their room. With a devilish smirk, he bent down to kiss her again, this time diving deep between her lips as he cupped her left breast. She squirmed against him, her body opening for him in every way that it could. His scruff scraped at her lips, his rough hands scratched her sides. He slipped a hand into her shorts and she gasped. 

Looking over her shoulder, Y/N counted six people close by. “John- don’t-”

He tapped at her clit and her body jolted with desire. “You want me to stop?” He pressed down lightly and her eyes glazed over. 

She swallowed hard. “Um… no? I just… there’s people right there.”

John laughed and bent to kiss her throat as he dragged his middle finger slowly through her pussy lips. She shivered and he licked at her ear. “So? Let them watch.” 

Her heart pounded, her knees spread a little wider. She nodded breathlessly. “OK…” 

With a hard kiss, John pressed her into the window. The sunkissed glass hit the small of her back; warm and firm. She could feel phantom eyes upon her, and she prayed that the glare from the sun was hiding her writhing form. 

John dipped two fingers in deep and flickered his thumb over her clit. Every moan was swallowed by a kiss, every buck of her hips was met with a thrust of his hand. She clung to his broad shoulders, licked at his throat, desperately tried to be involved when all she really wanted was to lay back and have him fuck her until the walls came down around them. 

“Johnny,” she moaned, “need your cock… please…” 

He growled aganist her lips and withdrew his hand from her shorts, immediately moving to open his belt. Once more, Y/N moved to scoot around him and run for the bed, but again, he stopped her. 

“No.” He shook his head and tugged on the waistband of her shorts. “Right here.” 

She hesitated, an innocent pout turning her lip. “But-”

A big hand gripped her hip, tugging her close. “Now.” 

Y/N held her breath as John lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his trim waist and let out a hard huff as he propped her up against the window. 

“This is bad,” she laughed. 

He grinned. “Is it?” His erection nudged at her cunt. 

She shuddered and whined. “No. Good. Do it. Please.” 

John slammed into her and she worried for a moment that the glass would shatter, but it held strong. 

Her nails dug into the back of his neck; his hands cupped her ass. 

The sun beat down on the window, highlighting but hiding their bodies. If anyone was watching from the pool, they made no scene; blissfully unaware of the orgasmic pulse still working its way through Y/N’s shaking body as John set her down on the blue carpet. She fell to her knees and took his cock in her mouth, finishing the job while the lodgers swam, oblivious. 

His palms flat on the window, he jerked his hips in a quick rhythm, forcing her to keep up or choke. When she buried her face in the black hair around his cock, he came, spurting down her delicate throat. 

He helped her to her feet. She smiled with cum-drunk happiness. 

“How’s that for a break?” he asked. 

Y/N laughed and slumped forward into his arms. “It was pretty good,” she replied. “But, I still wanna go for a swim...” 

[joviepog]

hi hi! i love your work and was wondering if you could do a wilbur x reader where the reader is going through a breakup and best friend wilbur comforts them and they end up kissing at the end?

A new start

Pronouns: She / they?

Warnings: Heartbreak, crying, angst, cursing, mention of alcohol.

Word count: 997 words!

Anything else: Thank your for the request! I had made one of these when i first started and it was really cool to do a remake! Also thank you for the support! Its really kind if you! :D

“F-Fuck.” You sniffle, “I can’t cry… I’ll let everyone down. I’m supposed to be the happy friend!” You said while sobbing. You where sat on your bed crying into a pillow, trying to muffle your sounds “I-I cant cry…” you said again. You slid into your bed and kept crying. Your sobs started to turn into you bawling. You hated this. You where supposed to be happy. Why is it that you find yourself crying? And even worse your roommate is right next door. If he sees you in this state..

There was a soft knock on the door before a british voice started speaking. It was a soft voice, caring and compassionate. “YN? Is everything okay in there?” This set off panic mode in you. You quickly got up and wiped away your tears, stuffing the pillow under your bed. If he saw how wet it was from all the tears he would start asking questions. You muttered curses under your breath about how dusty that pillow is going to be later. You shoved the beer bottles under the bed as well and turned around. You looked in the mirror for a second. You looked wrecked. It looked like you had a least 30 beers (which is quite close to what you did have) and as if you hadn’t slept in days.

“I uh.. brought you food… You haven’t really come out of your room in a couple of days and uhh… well I know all your backup snacks are probably gone by now.” He said softly. Still not opening the door. You kept quiet, not wanting yo speak. Knowing that you would sound like you’ve been crying. You tried to fix your hair a bit before putting on an oversized sweater that you and Wilbur found. The purple LED lights where the only thing that was on in the room. Your phone had been dead for days and you couldn’t find yourself charging it. Not wanting to see any of the notifications you probably got.

You finally decided that you couldn’t just leave Wilbur outside. Even though seeing people was the last thing you wanted to do, you opened the door slowly. “T-thanks Wil.” You said softly, not wanting to him to notice your voice. You looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes. You could feel his eyes on you and you hated it. He was studying you. If you didn’t get the food quick he would notice how shitty you felt.

You grabbed the food and started closing the door before he placed his hand to stop it.

“Yn…” He said softly, looking at you.

You sniffled before trying to close the door again but his hand just stopped it. He slowly opened the door more to see cloths all over the floor. He turned to your bed, studying it. His eyes widened a bit at the sight of the beer bottles, they where poorly hidden. “Wilbur!” You managed to choke out.

“Yn..” he repeated turning back to you. His eyebrows where scrunched up a bit as he looked at you with a worried look. That worried look.

‘don’t cry don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t Cry DON’T CRY.’ You kept repeating to yourself but you couldn’t help it. You burst out crying.

Wilbur hugged you tightly, grabbing you waist and the other hand was rubbing your back. “Oh YN…” he said. Your face was in his chest as you cried. You would mutter words like, “I don’t know what I did wrong.” And “Why did he leave me Wil? Why?” You couldn’t help but cry for a couple of minutes, feeling comforted by his touch. “Wilbur what did I do wrong? I made sure to always be happy, to always do what he said. Why did he leave me? What did I do wrong?” He stayed silent as you continued, “He knows everything about me Wil. He knows my secrets. He knows who I really am. All my friends are going to hate me when he tells him what I said. Oh god wilbur. I’m so scared…” you said into his chest as you sniffled.

“Yn, Darling, it’ll all be okay.” He said softly. “Your not in the wrong he is. That piece of shit can fuck of.” He says confidently before pausing.

“YN.” He let go of you and kneeled to look up to you. Grabbing you hand and rubbing his thumb along your skin. “YN you are the most perfect person ever. You beautiful and absolutely gorgeous. Your smile can light up a room YN. You’re the kindest, most important person in my life. Trust me this will all pass soon. All those friends that will supposedly hate you? They are fake. Because if they knew who you really are. If they know how absolutely amazing you are, they wouldn’t even believe that prick. God Yn, if you could just see how amazing you are. You always putting so much weight on yourself, making everybody happy. But you need to make sure that your pleasing yourself, Darling.”

He paused and you blushed at the nickname.

“YN look at me.” You finally looked at him, tears still slowly rolling down your eyes. “I love you. Everyone loves you. You are our light. Our everything. My everything. Don’t let some bitch change that about you.” He says softly. You look at him for a second before making a move that you’ve been wanting to do for a long time. You kissed him. You closed your eyes and pulled him by the collar. You could only imagine his expression. The kiss was soft yet passionate. He never even pulled away. He just kissed you softly.

You gasped for air before looking at him again. His eyes where wide and his face was red. His gaze softened though, looking at you again. “Wow.” He said.

You laughed a little before hugging him again, “Thank you Wil.”

“No problem, My Love.”

The food. Was long forgotten.

P.S I’m sorry if it turned out bad i am currently running on two hours of sleep 😭

@justanormalfangirlx2 Thanks for the request!

[melodygatesauthor]

Arachnophilia

Were-Spider Peter B Parker x f!Reader

Blurb 4 for Kinktober 2024 - Request by Anonymous - Not Edited

NSFW below the cut - Spider-like qualities mentioned. Peter is a little OOC and primal - Reader is not race coded

Words: 997

Peter B. Parker from your universe was great. There was no denying that the pizza-loving, dad bod wielding, spider-person had charm, and you liked him. There were only two problems:

He was married to Mary Jane, and they were very much in love. The other problem was…he was boring…at least in comparison to the Peter you had your eyes on.

You didn’t even know which universe the Were-Spider Peter was from, but you liked the way he looked. He had a rugged demeanor, a bit darker with a hint of danger. There was something feral about him, and that excited you to no end. You supposed that was in part due to the way he became Spider-Man in the first place.

Not unlike the Spider Society’s fearless leader, Miguel O’Hara, his DNA was fused with a spider. Part man, part spider, and it manifested in sharp fangs, eight legs he could extend or retract at will, and an insatiable sex drive that could only be described as purely feral in nature.

You needed him the way you needed air to fucking breathe, and you let him know that as much as possible. You changed your spider suit to be a bit more form fitting, accentuating your tits and ass nicely. Even Miguel eyed you once or twice, which let you know it would surely work on feral Peter.

It was so late, and you were in your office, tired after a long day. You weren’t on the front lines as much as some of the other spider-folk. As someone with subpar abilities and a knack for getting caught up in dangerous situations, you handled a lot of Miguel’s paperwork, and as a perk, you got a nice little office, away from the hustle and bustle that came with working at the Spider Society.

You were just about to leave, opening the door to exit your office, when Peter met you in the threshold. You gasped, dropping your keys on the floor.

“P-Peter, I–”

He cut you off, taking you off guard as he stepped forward, forcing you back into the room. You gulped as your entire body came alive with a combination of excitement and fear. You took another step back and you tripped, landing on the floor.

“You’re such a fuckin’ tease,” he grumbled, climbing over you. “I see how you’re showing off your slutty little body just for me,” he breathed, extending his legs from his back.

His spider legs caged you against the floor, and his teeth were dripping with spit as he looked down at you. You felt a chill run through your spine, rendering you motionless and silent, save for the heavy breaths punching out of your lungs.

He pinned your arms down above your head using his webbing, doing the same around your neck. Even if you wanted to run, you wouldn’t be able to, but this was your greatest fantasy coming to fruition. Your lips parted, eyes half lidded with arousal as he toyed with you like a predator would its prey. Peter’s hands moved to your skirt, shoving it up around your hips

“Peter, p-please don’t hurt me,” you asked shakily, the combination of terror and excitement was driving you mad.

He licked your jaw and kissed the space just below your earlobe, a throaty growl erupting from deep inside of him.

“I wouldn’t hurt you,” he rasped, groaning as he kissed along your skin. “Wouldn’t hurt such a fun little thing.”

You panted, the feeling of his lips against your neck shot straight to your core, forcing your cunt to throb with need.

“Please,” you begged, this time desperate to have him buried as deep inside of you as he could be.

He obliged without another word, using the leverage his extra legs afforded him to thrust into you roughly, full to the hilt in one pass. You arched against him, mouth falling open and your eyes fluttering. He pulled back, grunting as he thrust forward again harshly, the fat head of his cock hitting the deepest parts of you.

“Peter–oh-fuck-fuck!” you cried out with every snap of his hips.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned against your ear. “Gotta stretch you out,” he leaned back, looking down where your bodies were connected and huffed.

“T-tear me apart!” you demanded, not caring if he obliged literally or figuratively.

With both hands, he held onto your waist and moved at a bruising pace, filling the office with the lewd sounds of skin on skin. You wanted to wipe the drool that threatened to fall down your cheek, but remembered your hands were pinned above your head. You were completely at Peter’s mercy.

Peter started fucking you like you were nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure. You curled your toes in anticipation as searing heat pooled in your core. Your mouth gaped open, unable to form a coherent sentence anymore. Your mind went blank, and all you could hear was the sound of Peter’s feral growls hitting your ears.

“Gonna make you carry my spiderlings, would you like that?” He asked between thrusts.

It sounded like a joke, surely he couldn’t mean it.

You gulped, “yes,” you blurted, “yes I’ll carry your–oh fuck Peter–I’ll carry your kids. Fuck!”

On the tail end of your words you exploded, eyes rolling back as your cunt throbbed and gushed around his thick cock. He fucked you through it, not stopping for a second, slamming harder and faster until finally his body stilled, a liquid warmth spilling inside of your hot, wet pussy.

The room was suddenly very quiet, filled only with the sound of your sharp, combined breaths. With his teeth, Peter removed the webbing on your neck and then on your hands, and he retracted his legs back into his body. He looked down at you with a gaze filled with longing.

“I like you,” he whispered, brushing his canonically busted nose against yours.

You chuckled, “I like you too, Peter.”

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[paigeswiftsea]

if its two things you are going to find on my page, its angst and me wanting women. this is the first one, so be prepared. i teared while writing this and im heartless so good luck

content warning: suicidal thoughts, sh, mania?

@dark-rider-pr

wc: 997

The fire crackled weakly in the small pit Blaire had managed to scrape together, its flickering light dancing across the hollowed features of her face. She sat cross-legged before it, her head bent low as she rubbed at her arms, her fingertips tracing over the raised ridges of old scars. They were a map of her survival, written in pain and permanence, a language of her own making that no one else could understand.

The wind howled outside, whistling through the cracks in the decaying cabin walls. This wasn’t the first shelter she had found—and abandoned—and it wouldn’t be the last. But tonight, as the wind pressed against her small haven like a living thing, she felt too tired to move, too worn to fight. Her breaths came shallow, each one a deliberate effort, as though her body were unsure it had the strength to keep going.

Her gaze drifted to her forearm, where a long, jagged scar twisted its way down to her wrist. That one had come from a wolf, months ago—maybe longer. Time felt slippery now, impossible to pin down. She could still hear the animal’s snarls, still feel the way its teeth had sunk into her flesh. But she’d fought it off. She’d survived. She always survived.

“Why?” she muttered aloud, her voice cracking against the silence. The sound startled her, like an intruder in the oppressive quiet. She pressed her hand to her mouth, trying to shove the words back down, but they kept spilling out, ragged and desperate. “Why do I keep going? For what?”

Her horse, Storm, nickered softly from where he stood near the doorway, his breath misting in the cold. Blaire glanced at him, her lips twitching in a broken attempt at a smile. “You don’t know, do you, buddy?” she asked. Her voice wavered. “You don’t have to. You just… keep going. But me? I don’t—”

She stopped herself, biting down on the inside of her cheek until the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. It didn’t matter. It couldn’t matter. Survival was all she had. She couldn’t afford to question it, even as the weight of her own existence threatened to crush her.

Her eyes drifted back to the scars. There were so many. Too many. The wolf bite wasn’t even the worst of them. There were burns from fire pits that had gone out of control, slashes from fights she’d barely escaped, jagged marks from clawing her way out of the wreckage of a building that had collapsed around her. And then there were the ones she didn’t let herself think about—the ones that had nothing to do with survival, the ones she had given herself during the nights when the loneliness and the silence became too much to bear.

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. The scars itched tonight. They always itched when she let her mind wander too far, let it spiral into the dark places she tried so hard to avoid. But it was getting harder to pull herself back. The world was empty, and she was emptier still.

The fire popped, and Blaire flinched, her heart racing as though she’d been caught. Caught by who? There was no one left. No one to see her like this. No one to tell her it was going to be okay. No one to pull her back from the edge she was teetering on. She was alone. Utterly, completely alone.

Her chest heaved, and a sob escaped her before she could stop it. She pressed her hands to her face, trying to smother the sound, but it didn’t matter. The cabin walls didn’t care. The fire didn’t care. Storm didn’t care, though his ears twitched, his eyes watching her with quiet concern.

“I’m not okay,” she whispered into the darkness, her voice trembling with the weight of the admission. “I’m not… okay.”

It was the first time she’d said it out loud, and the words felt foreign in her mouth, like they didn’t belong to her. But they did. They were hers. And once she’d spoken them, she couldn’t stop.

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t—” Her voice cracked, and she buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

The fire flickered, its light casting strange, jagged shadows across the walls. Blaire felt like she was drowning in them, the darkness pressing in around her, suffocating her. The scars on her arms burned like they were fresh, as though her body was trying to remind her of all the times she’d fought to stay alive, all the times she’d clawed her way out of the abyss.

But this time felt different. This time, she wasn’t sure she had the strength.

Storm snorted softly, stepping closer to her. She felt his warm breath on her neck, and it grounded her, pulling her back from the brink just enough to catch her breath. She reached out, her trembling hand finding his muzzle, and she clung to him like a lifeline.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m so sorry.”

For what, she didn’t know. For breaking down? For being weak? For staying alive when it felt like she shouldn’t?

The fire burned lower, its warmth fading. Blaire sat there, leaning against Storm, her tears soaking into his fur. The scars still itched, still burned, but she didn’t look at them anymore. She couldn’t. Instead, she stared into the dying flames, her mind a tangle of despair and longing.

She didn’t know if she could keep going. She didn’t know if she wanted to. But for now, she would sit here, in the dim light of the fire, holding onto the one thing that reminded her she wasn’t entirely alone. For now, she would let herself feel the weight of it all, the pain, the grief, the unbearable loneliness.

And maybe, just maybe, she would find a way to keep going.