#like yes but no that’s not where my mind should be shhh

[charmac]

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[im-yn-suckers]

ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ? ✧˖° bf!riki x gf!reader ✧˖° tw: kissies, cuddles, mention of stress, reader is said to be short but that could literally js mean shorter than him, and only sorta maybe perhaps a little kinda self indulgent bc i want a riki ^^ a little disclaimer: idk if riki listens to all of these, as they just come off of my playlist !

your desk is covered in pens, pencils, sticky notes and other supplies. ah yes, another paper, but this time you finished in time. previously you were worrying about getting in on time and if you did it right. will the professor think its good? will i get a good grade? i hope i didnt mess up

all of these thoughts crowded your mind for days maybe even weeks. it brought you tears and pride. the final paper you so horridly dreaded now turned in as you leave your desk, not bothering to clean it up. you walk over to your bf, who was busy playing league on the couch, that filled up, almost, the entire room.

you plop down next to him, leaning on his shoulder. his scent intoxicating you, god, how you missed it for the last 3 hours. "you done pretty girl?" he asks, though not looking down, too focused on his game. you only nod. minutes pass and youre still cuddled up to him. soon enough, he turns the tv off and turns toward you, fully sideways. he lets himself fall back onto the couch, allowing you to fall w him.

a giggle leaves his pretty lips, as you fall on top of him. the couch cant fit the both of you so he improvised. you lay your head on his shoulder, almost his clavicle. you lightly peck the skin-exposed by his black hoodie-covered by pretty moles. "youre squishing me!" "shhh this was all you" he sighs in defeat. "lets go to the bed then" you sigh, not wanting to move.

on the bed, you two lay on your backs, close together. something about his calm presence when you two are in bed, ready to fall asleep, is so comforting. maybe it was his scent, as mentioned, its intoxicating, almost dizzying. or maybe his giant figure next to yours, offering a sense of protection. maybe his soft breaths as he lays down, scrolling tiktok, not quite ready to sleep, yet.

"baby, baby!" he perks up, seeing a video "hm?" you respond, on the verge of falling asleep. your eyelids droopy. "lets make a playlist and take turns adding songs!" you giggle as you hear the idea, finding it quite endearing. you nod in agreement. he opens his laptop and pulls up spotify.

tapping the plus, he creates a new playlist. "what should we name it?" he asks, trying to complete the first step. "mmmm idk, something short but cute" he types in your name to tease you. "hey!" "what?? you said short and cute!" he deletes the name, trying to think of a new one.

"wait! ki! yk the song tell my momma by kard?" you have an idea, hoping its a good one. "uhm i know OF it, why?" "how bout we put 'ill do anything to make our love last long'?" you suggest a long but sweet lyric "baby, thats corny" "so is making a playlist tgt" silence. "ugh ig ure right" you giggle and he puts down the lyric.

"ok songs, you add one first" he pushes the laptop your way and you think for a moment you add the first song, every kind of way by h.e.r, he smiles seeing the song. he takes his turn "where is love" by 3house. your turn again, "wa-r-r" by colde. his turn again, "someone like u" by lullaboy "infranumi" by steve lacy, "pink+white" by frank ocean. "seasons" by wave to earth, "3:00 am" by finding hope it goes back and forth adding songs and laughing

once you two finish, he shuts the laptop, reaching over to set it down. he turns to his side to grab you and pull you close to him. his arms wrapping around you. he presses a little kiss to your lips saying goodnight.

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Jealous, Jealous, Boy || Young president!Snow X Plinth!Reader

GIF by @fuckyeahtomblyth and divider by @firefly-graphics

Summary: Being Panem’s First Lady was not all luxurious or happy. Snow was often cold, focused on Gamemaking leaving you to do whatever you pleased to do. But when new arrive to him that you were being awfully to friendly with one of the elitists, Snow always lands on top.

Warnings: toxic/possesive Snow

Wc:

Coriolanus Snow Masterlist

“And where have you been, my darling wife?” Snow’s voice calls out as you pause slightly before shutting the doors behind you. Smoothing down the fitted dress, your heels click as you walk towards the drawing room. You see Snow sitting on an armchair, his back facing you as your fingers tap against your thigh.

“I asked you a question,” He voices out, his head turning to the side. “I visited the academy, wanted to see how the students were going.” You softly spoke out. It wasn’t a lie. You were bored out of your mind as of this morning, Tigris had to cancel on your weekly meet up and Snow was going to be stuck in his office all day like every other day.

“Come, sit.” He turns his head back around. It was dead silent apart from the clicking of your heels as you sit at the armchair beside Coriolanus’. “How’s the little one?” He makes eye contact with you, his arms folding as you furrow your eyebrows at him.

“Oh don’t act stupid Y/n, you don’t think I don’t get informed when you don’t bleed?” He chuckles, amused. Instinctively, your hand caresses your lower abdomen. Snow watches silently, “Can I?” “Hm?” “Can I feel it?” The corners of your lips slightly tug up. “Of course Coryo,” his nickname slipped out of your mouth. It had been such a long time since you’ve called him something so personal.

Snow’s large hands slowly move to your clothed abdomen. His fingers were ever so close, but you could tell he was hesitant. You take his hand and place it at the barely there bump. You intently watch Snow’s feature soften. Although they were quite young, a child would only help strengthen the family.

And just like that, his features harden. His cold façade back. He retreats his hand back, rubbing his forehead. “What are you thinking about?” You quietly ask, your eyes on your hands as you fidget. Coriolanus was always like this.

Shutting himself away whenever he felt a slight tinge of happiness, or the feeling of being loved. He hated the it; bringing him awful memories. “I’m thinking, y/n, of what I should do.” He stands up as your eyes follow him moving towards the alcohol on the table. “I’ve been informed that you have gotten quite comfortable with one of the elitists, am I wrong?”

Silence. “I said, am. I. wrong!” He yells, throwing the shot glass at the portrait of you and him on your wedding day. You quietly scream as you bring your hands up to your ears. You were shaking. Tears uncontrollably fell from your eyes as you sobbed. Snow hardly ever showed you his violent side. Feeling his presence coming towards you, you move your legs towards your chest.

“Shhh…” He takes your hands in his. You slowly look up towards your husband who’s staring at you so intensely. He lifts your chin up with his index finger. “You know I would never hurt you,” he says ever so softly, “or our unborn child,” His eyes flicker to your stomach.

“For the sake of my sanity, you are to stay home. You are not permitted to visit the academy. Do you understand, wife?” Your gaze falters, Snow pushes your chin up higher once again, forcing you to look at his blue irises. “Do you understand?” Snow says, this time it was barely a whisper.

You nodding your head was not sufficient enough for him. “Give me words.” “Yes. Yes I understand, husband” His face contorts into satisfaction. “Reed was it? Is that his name?” You slowly nod, he already knew that, he just wanted you to admit to it. “I didn’t cheat.” “Hm, I believe you. Reed will be kicked out, he should know his place.”

Coriolanus gives you one final kiss before straightening up and walking away.

[shooting-love-arrows]

Omg im so in love with househusband,he is sl adorable i wanna keep him in my pocket and protect him from the world!!!!

Does househusband have an official name? And if rq are open yet,how would he be like with a spouse that can be very protective and possessive with him?

- 🌟 anon

Dear 🌟 anon,

Well, you certainly can keep him in his pocket! He wouldn't mind one bit. (He'll crawl there at any given ti —) As for now, he doesn't have an official name.

@shooting-love-arrows

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎'𝐬! 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 with overprotective/possessive! reader

PAIRING: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 x [OVERPROTECTIVE/POSSESSIVE] reader (gender not specified) Tw. reader is a walking red flag, possessive behavior, toxic behavior, questionable things

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The moment you said your wedding vows, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 pledged to wholly belong to you. His body, mind, soul and everything that made him well…him.

What I mean is that he probably expects you to be overprotective/possessive over him. In his eyes, it means that you care, love and crave him just like he does you. Besides, those books 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 read in his early youth always implied that your partner should act like that as it’s a clear sign of their strong affection.

In conclusion, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 definitely doesn’t mind your behavior/personality and in fact finds it endearing. He becomes compliant when it comes to you so he has no problem accepting how you act towards him. In fact, he finds it sweet and he hopes you’ll continue doing so <3

✿ BONUS ✿

Some of his favorite you do because of your possessiveness/overprotectiveness:

Marking him. There are many ways to mark one's territory but 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 likes it the most when you give him love-bites (hiskeys). Although it’s considered highly inappropriate to leave marks where others can see them, he likes them to be on his throat, especially just above the pearls you gave him. It was a clear sign to everyone that he was off the limits. And he has something to gossip about with his besties in the club (they're definitely jealous and wish to be in his place but shhh! That’s a secret.).

“Is…” A nameless househusband lowered his voice and leaned in closer to 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 “A love bite?” “Yes” 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 out his chest and raised his head higher, proudly displaying the fresh hickey you made this morning.

Make him match his clothes with you. It began long at the very early stage of your courting. On your first date, when 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 came dressed in his best outfit which unfortunately wasn’t matching yours, you wrinkled your nose and told him: “this won’t do”. And so you took him into one of the most luxurious clothing shots, where you choose his outfit so it would be matching yours. Right there and then, he was ready to propose and get married. 

Your interrogations. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 loves sharing information with you about his day in detail. Every question thrown his way, he’ll answer honestly. He has no problem telling you who he was with? What was he doing? Did someone bother him? Might I say, sometimes he’ll stretch the truth just to make you jealous and let your possessiveness/overprotectiveness shine. Especially when he feels horny and just wants you to ravage him on the spot.

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[monarchberrysblog]

DEARLY BELOVED

a short mini drabble that was HEAVILY inspired by a tik tok and it sparked the creative juices. (think of vampire! miguel while reading if you like) this might flop as this isn't a smut and this is a drabble that came to mind after seeing a silly tik tok

hope you all enjoy this — dia 🪻

A muse — Defined as a person or personified force that is the source of inspiration for a creative artist, it feels like a vexation for the man living in the dark corners of the castle where he called his home. The strong pull of this magnet, this attraction, weighed his cold heart down to the earth’s core. A weight on his chest. A feeling that should have vanished over the last century. But it abides and becomes middling.

Nonetheless, he didn't overlook it.

/

His warm palms rub your back in a slow, gentle action. The familiar sensation of his warm palms after holding his mug of tea was always your favorite feeling in the morning. The induced warmness against his fingertips provided a healing touch, similar to a heating pad against an aching cramp on the body.

“Desperta, querida.” The rasp in his morning voice vibrates your ear. You tossed and turned on the bed, staying in your blankets. You peer them open but shut them immediately and hide in the mount of soft Egyptian cotton. “No, no. Ya esta siendo tarde.” His fingers gathered a small chuck of your hair in between his fingers and moved your hair away from your face. (Wake up, love. It's getting late.)

His fingers brushed against the shell of your ear before he took note of a tiny mole in plain sight for his eyes to see. “You have a mole here.” You feel his finger tap on the alleged speck.

“No, I don't…” Your voice is muffled by the blankets, along with your barely parted lips. “I’m not lying, my dear.” His fingers work to move your hair away from your ear and tap on the speck once again. “Mmmh, your skin says otherwise.” His hand ruffles your hair in a playful gesture, leaving it to be a muss for you to brush out — officially giving you a task to do when you get out of the warm bedsheets.

“It's adorable.”

“I know what you're doing. And it's not going to work.” You continue to mumble on, making colorful words that make no sense to the human mind.

“Whatever you say, querida.”

/

A particular night always stuck out for Miguel.

A rainy, cold, stormy night. Thunder rumbled in the space around you two, following the flashing white light of lightning that lit up the room momentarily. The loud crash was enough to send Miguel back to a conscious state. He rubs his face with the palm of his hand and lets out a heavy sigh.

He glances over at you and sees a wet patch on the pillowcase next to your parted lips. If you wanted to, you could sleep through a tornado.

“Jesus…” His hand finds its way to your hair, gently massaging your scalp, his fingers lost in a sea of darkness known as your hair.

The pads of his fingers worked dainty patterns before gently cradling you close.

The clash of warmth made him melt like molten lava against the cold marble stone, crackling and oozing down the crevices with such grace.

“Miguel…” You squirm close to him and savor the warmth on his chest. His chest hair ticked your nose and cheeks, but the sensation of extra warmth never failed to send chills down your spine.

“Shhh, just go back to sleep.” The warmth of his hand runs down the length of your spine, stopping on your lower back and rubbing his thumb against the stretch marks. “Just go to sleep, querida.”

/

“Are you sure you're going to be okay?” He probes this question at you every time you leave the Victorian manor. “Yes, Miguel. I’m going into town to get more rosemary and herbs.” You pick up your tiny woven basket and look over to your concerned lover. You sigh and make your way over.

“Don’t worry, no one is going after us.” Your smile is enough to smooth the aching worry in his gut. “Are you sure?” He pokes the question again, earning him a small smile. You hum a yes, walking back towards him and holding his hands. “Yes, Miguel.” You giggle softly and massage his knuckles with your thumb.

“I’ll prepare your favorite dinner tonight.”

Miguel forces a soft chuckle before pulling you into a warm embrace. “Just make it home before sunset. Hunters have been around the forest.” His voice vibrates into your chest cavity, sending another ripple of warmth.

“I'll be careful.”

Hours slowly evolved into days, then weeks, and you never returned to the manor. At first, it was simple glances out the window, hoping to see that familiar silhouette Miguel adores whenever you come home. But nothing, as if you had ceased to exist.

A hunter who had mistaken you for a deer snatched you from the forest's shadows, leaving you alone on the forest floor, gasping for air.

Your hand loosens your grip on the small woven basket, spilling the contents out of the tiny basket and onto the forest floor. You always purchased nothing but herbs and two pomegranates for Miguel whenever you came into town.

/

The cobwebs and sorrows on the manor weighed down the environment over the next few decades, collecting a thick layer of dust bunnies and spiders crawling about. The tiny spiders crawl away at a door opening, letting candlelight pour in.

The room in question was a space you used to frequent. In the art room, he found you lounging around with a book or looking at his works of art, specifically his sketches of you.

There was an abundance of sketches on every flat surface in the room, varying from sketch to sketch. Sketches of you, lying in bed and tangled in your bedsheets. Some innocent sketches of you holding up a rabbit, showing its fluffy stomach to the world.

But the sketches were brushed off. Instead, Miguel made his way over to a particular pillar. A limestone blanketed with a worn-out bed sheet. He tugged off the fabric and saw the carved stone before him. The limestone before him showed a portrait of a young woman, specifically you. The curve of your mouth and the intricate detail of every strand of hair caught his attention. He remembered the tedious nights of his mallet and carving tools, having to alternate every other moment to capture the texture of your hair or the way your dimples appeared whenever you smiled.

His calloused fingers traced the sculpture's ridges and curves, feeling the cool marble against his warm touch.

"It's been a while, querida." He forced a small smile, his thumb stroking the cheek of the stone portrait. The smile was a pathetic attempt to hide the tears forming in his eyes, blinking them away as if it would contribute to burying those feelings.

"It's been a while."

[indecenthoney]

"The Munchies"

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Have you ever had that one friend who acts like a completely different person after consuming alcohol? I sort of do. She's a tad bit on the shy side. Up until you present her with some candy. Her eyes would literally glow up at the sight. Not to mention, she becomes the clingiest, most loveable thing. I may be to blame for encouraging such behaviors, but how could I not? I could never ever get another reaction out of her if I wanted to. Completely deadpan, with a cold demeanor. It's enough to break a man's heart. Which brings me to my current situation. I may have a little crush on her. Or well a relatively big one. I've been meaning to ask her out in a good mood, but as I mentioned I could never really get that reaction. I wanted to find some way to help her relax a bit without needing the candies. I don't know. I wanted her to like me for me, you know?

"Hey... How long are you going to be working on that? It wouldn't kill you to take a break, you know? Uhuh... Dude! Let's hang out... This project isn't due till what... Two weeks from now... We can totally take our time... We're already halfway through... So let's go play something! Me? What does it look like I'm doing? I'm hugging you... I'm not going to stop hugging you until you follow me to play video games... I know you hate it... That's why I'm hugging you, silly... Either way, it's a win-win for me... Aw... and here I thought I'd get to hug you for an hour or two? Good choice... C'mon, I'll show you to my room..."

On my way to my room, I found her eye-ing out my kitchen. It was pretty obvious what her intentions were. I wasn't really sure either what snacks I had lying around in there, but I sent her off to my room to choose a game while I scrounged around for something for her to eat.

"Do you want something sweet? I thought so... I'll see what I can do... Uhuh... Just head down the hall, to the right... Make yourself comfortable!"

It was inevitable. Then again, I guess I'd rather give her what she wanted rather than see her disappointed. You should have seen me. I was a man on a mission trying to find those snacks. Eventually, I realized that there wasn't any lying around and I had to bear seeing her sad. Is it a reaction? Yes. Is it a good one? No. I took my time cleaning up and figuring out what to tell her. On my way down, I found myself stopping at the door after hearing some "noises". At first, I assumed it was something coming from the television. With my curiosity piqued, I barged in without a second thought. Unfortunately, this put me in a compromising situation. Okay, I know it's my house. But I should know better than to walk in without a warning. My friend was there. Of course, she was. Where else would she be? You know, I just didn't expect her to be on my pillow. Rubbing herself against it. I stood in shock as she mindlessly grinded herself not paying any mind to me. it was like she was in a sort of trance.

"Hey! W-woah... Uhm... What the fuck are you doing? Hahaha... uhm... F-fuck..."

I wasn't entirely sure what to do especially since there wasn't anything to play off on. She was grinding away. No response. But upon closer inspection, there were wrappers scattered on the floor and bed. The shy little thing got herself high from consuming the edibles placed on the tableside near my bed. I quickly rushed over to stop her. Placing my hands around her hips to keep her down. Only whimpers and tears were replaced with the sudden stop.

"H-hey... Shhh... Shhhh it's okay... I'm sorry... Ugh fuck... What am I supposed to do with you? Uhm... Let's see... H-hey! C'mon... It's okay... Why are you still crying? You can rub... It's okay... Stop crying, okay? I'm sorry for stopping you... "

After consuming this many brownies, I doubt she'd be able to speak. I'm surprised she was still even functioning at this point. I didn't expect her to have such a drastic personality change after a few brownies. She wouldn't stop crying. I soon realized her trying to move her hips faster. I guess the stimulation wasn't enough to satisfy her. Luckily, I had an idea. Not to fulfill my own selfish desires, but to help a friend out. I mean, what was I supposed to do? Leave her a whimpering sobby mess?

"I-it's okay... Just for a moment... Sit here... I know... I know it hurts... But we'll get it settled in a bit... You just have to be a good girl and listen, okay? That's it... Such a good girl... Does it feel good when I rub you there? Hm? I know it's hard to talk... Just nod your head... Yeah? Ah no... No moving your hips... If you wanna feel good then you'll have to listen, don't you? That's it... Nice and easy... Keep those legs spread for me, hun... Such a pretty lady... So needy... So wet... I'm only rubbing your clit and you're just leaking... Why don't we take these off, huh? We wouldn't want to ruin your panties more than we already have... Shhh... It's okay I'm just taking these off and we'll continue... I'll give a little more than just rubbing... I promise... Oh fuck... A literal bitch in heat... Gonna slide a finger in, okay? Oh? Well, don't you fit perfectly around my fingers... So tight... Mm... What pretty little noises you have... There's no need to be shy... It's okay to feel good..."

Slowly digging away into her deepest parts causing her to spasm. Choking on her moans as the pleasure increases. Her hands clasped around my forearm. A sign informing me that she's close to the edge. Slowing down my pace even more to keep from finishing too quickly. Soft slow strokes. My middle finger moving in and along her slit. A flick at her clit once at the top. Sending a shockwave of spasms throughout her body. I knew it was about time to give her a break. Running my fingers along her body; lifting her shirt. My hands finding their way up her bra. Running circles around her perky breasts. Pinching. Poking. Tugging.

"Hm? You're going to have to use your words... I'm not going to be able to understand you if all you do is moan and whimper... Please? You wanna cum? What's the magic word? Fine... In a bit... I'm still having my fun... Oh? Sensitive there, are we? Be good and I'll give you your reward... Pretty little thing... Does it feel good? Uhuh yeah? Sound so fucking stupid when I touch you here... Are you going to cum just from your nipples being played with? No cuz that would be pathetic, wouldn't it? Almost there, hun... Keep it up... You're doing such a good job for me..."

Hands appreciating every nook and cranny of her body. Tempting her but never really touching the place that needs it the most. Lips pressed. Tongues rolled. A dance of oral pleasure. The taste of brownies lingered on my tongue. How many wrappers were there? I wouldn't be surprised if I got high from tasting her lips. If it were my choice, I would spend an eternity in this bliss. However, she quickly made her needs known. Whimpers and tears once flood the room. Her inability to stay still grew restless as I toyed with her body. One final kiss and I was on my knees. Pulling her hips to the edge of the bed. The softness of her thighs welcomed my cheeks with each kiss. I start to salivate; eager to run my tongue along the drippy mess I've made. In my own trance, I started eating away at her. A different type of hunger had filled me. Something that couldn't be satiated so easily. I wanted her to quake my touch. Moan at the very thought of me. Get wet at every little word I mutter as I adore her perfection.

"Mmph... Fuck... you taste so good, hun... Mmm... I know... I know... I shouldn't talk with my mouth full... I can't help it... You're just too damn pretty right now..."

Her grip tightens; pulling my head into her. Her morality leaking between her legs as I lapped my tongue into her depths. A wave after wave of orgasms causes her to shake. Even with my tongue gently finding its way around her clit, it brings her to the edge over and over. I found pleasure in serving her. With cock in hand, I stroked myself to completion. Even then it was barely enough to fill that hunger. Grabbing her wrists I stood above her; pinning down her arms before placing my cock against the opening of her pussy. Feeling her squirm on the tip. Watching her eyes roll back as the length of cock disappears into her.

"Hey hey... Shush... You're doing such a great job... Mhm... I know you came... I'm sorry, sweetie... Just a little longer, you can take it... All you have to do is stay still and be pretty, okay? Can you do that for me, hun? Mhm... Good girl... Not a single thought behind those pretty eyes, huh? That's it... Cum as you please... I'm not stopping you..."

Hands pinned above her head as I rut into her in the most animalistic, primal way. Enjoying every bit of her reactions as I pump my cum back into her. Even as she drifts off to sleep, I found myself using her and using her. Satiating my hunger. I was unsure of how things would play out tomorrow, so I wanted to enjoy myself while it lasted. Making my mark. Filling her to the brim. I wore myself out. But even then, I wanted to use her. Finger the very holes I came in. Fucking her with my fingers to keep the cum from leaking. Never wanting this happiness to end.

"Oh! You're awake... What happened? Well... You kinda nodded off while I was looking for snacks... You okay? A dream? You were moving a lot during it... but I didn't wanna wake you from your nap... Sore? Hm... You're probably just hungry... Here... I found some brownies... It's really good... You should try some!"

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Take a bite,

Honey

[yurinaa-world]

Hey, I just saw the recent angel reader work, can you do a demon one, but with Dr. Ratio, Sampo, Sunday and Gallagher... Thanks. Either platonic or romantic is fine

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Dr. Ratio, Sampo, Sunday & Gallagher x Gender-neutral Reader

𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: with a reader that's a demon

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: fluff, spelling mistakes

𝒱𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈 𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜

“Veritas enough with the math stuff and pay attention to me!”

Your arms wrap around Veritas' shoulders, chin his shoulder, trying your best to persuade him into listening to you and enough with working on these papers. Yet he just doesn’t answer you at all.

Ugh. Pressing your chest against his back, leaning in to have cheeks against others, and to top off with the annoyance, you begin to play with his soft, all for persuasion.

“Please Veritas. Mr. Veritas Ratio, I promise I won’t bother you after this.”

You give a little soft kiss on the cheek. “Enough with your childish behaviour. Since I’m feeling quite generous right now I’ll provide you with something if you let go of me this instant.

“Yes sir!” Moving back instantly just going over to sit right on top of the desk after moving his paper to the side. Your shoe rubbed his leg with a bright smile on your face.

“Give me something good!”

“I’ll give something even better.”

𝒮𝒶𝓂𝓅𝑜 𝒦𝑜𝓈𝓀𝒾

“What’s wrong, sampo? Cat caught your tongue?”

Arms wrapped around his neck while you straddled his lap. A bright smile plastered all over your face. His arms wrap around your waist with a lazy grin on his face.

“Sampo Koski doesn’t mind this arrangement in the slightest. Yet I was hoping for something more,”

“Like what?”

“Maybe, perhaps, a kiss?”

You just laugh at his little “deal” before leaning in to kiss his forehead and he immediately gets that smile where it isn’t what he truly wanted.

“Hmm? What will I get from you? Can’t give something for free,”

“Am I not your dearest lover? Even kisses have prices these days?”

He begins to put on that sad tone so you would feel bad and kiss him out of pity. Pressing your forehead against his. “Maybe..for you I could spare something. Since I’m not a nasty scammer like you.” You smile at me with loving eyes, your tail wrapping around his leg, gently rubbing and creasing it. 

Leaning in to give a feather-light kiss right on the side of lips—not satisfying in the slightest, just makes him want so much more. “Another?” 

“No sorry, you'll have to buy the full package first.

𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎

It’s so difficult for you. Every time you try something with Sunday, you can’t help but be a little embarrassed and completely stop in your tracks.

 It feels like the simplest thing yet you can’t help that you’re doing something dirty, especially with Sunday making it worse by making you spell out what you want.

“What kinds of things do you think about?”

What does he take you as? Acting like your head is always in the gutter! Yet you won’t complain if that gets you affection from him.

To have me stare at you with his signature loving smile, gloved hands cupping your face, his forehead against yours, the feather of his wings gently touching your horns. 

“Anything related to you.” Looking lovingly at him, before he leaned, gently kissing your lip, making you grasp onto his collar—pulling him in deeper—making you breathless when he pulled away from you. 

“Sunday..”

“Shhh…let’s not end this so quickly.” He impatiently went back to your lips. Wanting way more than you could give him. And they say you’re the devilish one when they should be telling him that. 

𝒢𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒶𝑔𝒽𝑒𝓇

“Aren’t you drinking a bit too much?”

“Ha. Ha. I’m not drunk, I can hold my drink.” You laugh a little as you drink another shot. You can handle your drinks! You do feel a little red and dizzy but that’s just because it’s been a while.

Yet he knows you’re drunk. Sitting on the bar table like a carefree child. Gallagher is no idiot, he knows a drunk when he sees one.

“I’m so fine. Like so good. I mean I’ve never been better!” “Ah huh.” Your long tail was swinging around, wagging around before wrapping around his leg. Now he can’t move or else he might pull your tail while trying to get away.

You hiccup a little. “Gallagher, you wanna touch my horns? Hehe. I saw you staring at them before. Ya wanna?”

He isn’t the type to take advantage of you while you’re drunk but it’s not as if touching your horns would cause anything bad to happen. You did offer him the chance. Also, he might just be a little curious.

“Don’t blame me for you being stupid.” 

His white-gloved hand gently touched your horns, feeling the indents and the texture, but it was oddly cold. His touching just made you shut your mouth and tail wrap tighter.

When he pulled away from your horns you immediately missed his warm touch, causing you to take his hand and put it on your horns.

“Come on, don't stop now.”

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A dad doing his best

A nightmare of sadness

Summary: Lucifer has to take care of his youngest child, who in human years is only the age of 6

Important: Reader is called a prinx because that's the gn term I like best for princess/prince

Timeline placement: The fanfic takes place before Lucifer goes to the hotel

Character relationship with reader: plotonic

Reader is gn

Masterlist

It was a trouble for Lucifer with Lilith gone and you being such a young age. Lucifer was oh so depressed so he was basically neglecting you. The only things he would do for you was give you food and other necessities, but never any true attention.

He would have given you to Charlie so she could look after you, but he knew that was wrong for a child your age. You already did not have your mother. You needed your father, and Lucifer was too scared to ask Charlie of something like that anyway.

Lucifer at the moment was at his desk working on a new duck. He was highly focused on the details, making sure he got everything right, when suddenly, he heard a scream making him jump up in his seat. He then realized where the scream of terror was coming from.

It was your room.

Lucifer quickly made a portal to your room. Once entering your room, Lucifer saw you balling your eyes out, chest heaving up and down, and you looked absolutely terrified.

Lucifer went up to you, trying to be calm for your sake. Lucifer sat on the left side of your bed and carefully cupped your right cheek. "Are you alright? Did you have a nightmare?" Lucifer asked you.

"Y‐yes, i-it w-was scary," you told him in between hiccups. Lucifer wiped your tears off your cheeks and then looked to the right of him to think on what to say next, when he saw your teddy, in which he then took the teddy into his hand.

"Hey, why don't you tell me about the nightmare to get it off your chest and hug Mr teddy while you're at it?" Lucifer told you. "Okay, Daddy," you responded as you took Mr teddy into your arms.

"So, my nightmare... in it... a weird scary lady was there, and she... hurt Charlie... and... you..." You started tearing up again, thinking back on the nightmare. Lucifer then quickly hugged you. "Shhh, hey, it's OK. You don't have to tell me the rest. I understand. Hey, look at this. " Lucifer then backed away slightly from you and pulled something out of a portal to then show you a rubber duck that looked like you.

"Take this duck. It will protect you from any bad lady or guy," Lucifer told you, proudly presenting the duck to you. "But what about you and Charlie?" You asked, looking out for them. "Don't worry, your little prinx mind, we have our own ones," your dad told you.

"That's good," you told him simply. "Now you should really get back to sleep. As the prinx of hell you are, you have to be awake for tomorrow's arrival. " Lucifer told you tucking you into bed as you yawned.

"Goodnight, Daddy," you told him, slowly falling back asleep. "Goodnight, my little prinx," he told you as he quietly put the rubber duck on your nightstand and left your room.

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Golden boy

Words: 989

Rated: E

Tags: Post-Vecna; Established relationship; Scars; Trauma; Dom!Eddie; Sub;Steve; Collars; Leashes; Choking; Butt plugs; Edging; Kink negotiation; Stoplight system

“Oh,” Eddie says, like he only just remembered. “I got you something from Indy.” 

Steve blinks sluggishly. He’s slipped into that pleasant, floaty headspace that he’s only ever able to find with Eddie. Everything is fuzzy around the edges, even the movie they’ve put on reduced to a dull drone in the background. He can't for the life of him remember which one it is. 

“Hm?” he murmurs - a barely there hum against Eddie’s skin, where his face is tugged into the crook of his neck. “Like a gift? ‘s not even my birthday.” 

“Oh,” Eddie chuckles, fingers tracing down the scars on Steve's back, coming to rest on the curve of his ass. “But what better way to spend that gig money than a present for my good boy? You've been good, haven't you, Stevie?” 

His hand slides between Steve’s ass cheeks and Steve gasps. 

“Yes. Yes, I've been good.” 

“Shhh, baby, I know you have,” Eddie coos, lightly flicking the base of the plug. Steve moans but doesn't buck, even though his naked cock is starting to strain against the fabric of Eddie’s jeans. “Wearing this for me, not touching yourself all week. You've been so, so good for me. And good boys get rewards, yeah?” 

He retrieves something from the sofa cushions and presses it into Steve’s hands. A flat, black box. It’s wrapped in a broad gold ribbon made of delicate tulle. It shimmers in the low light as Steve pulls open the knot, and for a second he's afraid it'll come apart under his touch. He can feel Eddie’s eyes on him, dark and intense, as he lifts the lid off the box. 

Inside, nestled on a velvet pillow, is a collar. Soft, tan leather with a gold buckle and a little o-ring to match. Steve’s stomach drops right out of his body.

“I- … no,” he hears himself murmur. “No way, I'm not doing that.” 

He doesn't even realize he's been trying to scramble off Eddie’s lap before those calloused fingers are on his hips, steadying him with gentle pressure. Not enough to keep him from getting away, should he put his mind to it. Just a firm, grounding reminder that Eddie has got him, that he's safe. 

“Woah,” Eddie mutters. “Okay, I think we need a check-in. Color?” 

Steve swallows and feels his throat bop around the lump that has lodged itself in there.

“Yellow? Listen, I'm sorry, I know we talked about this and I said I thought I might like it, but-” 

“But the real thing is different from the thought?” Eddie's voice is a low, soothing murmur. His thumbs are massaging little circles into the skin over Steve’s hip bones. 

“Yeah,” Steve says. Licks his lips. His eyes flicker back to the collar. “No. I dunno, it's weird. I thought I could do it, but …” 

He trails off, fingers brushing absentmindedly over the scar on his neck. Eddie’s eyes follow the movement and Steve's stomach coils with embarrassment. He knows Eddie has been looking forward to this all week, at least as much as himself. Way to ruin the mood. 

“I'm sorry,” he says again. “I should be over it by now.” 

Eddie shakes his head, smile fond, and sets the box with the collar aside. “Nah, big boy. You'll be ready when you're ready. Doesn't matter if that's next month, or next year, or never at all. Okay?” 

Steve nods, breathless, speechless. Something soft blooms in his chest, settling warm and tight in his abdomen as Eddie pulls him in for a kiss. 

“What do you like about it?” 

“Huh?” Steve says. Eddie has pulled back just enough to speak. Steve can feel the shape of the words against his lips.

“If you wanted to try this, that means there must be something you like about the idea. Tell me what it is?” 

Steve wets his lips.

“I, um … I like the idea of being yours, I guess. Of you putting something on me to remind me of that. To remind me you're in control.”

“I see,” Eddie hums. And then his fingers wrap around Steve's throat, a barely there pressure against his pulse, and Steve freezes. “So, how's this, color-wise?” 

“Green,” Steve gasps. His hips start rolling of their own accord, flushed cock grinding into Eddie’s lap. “So very fucking green. Eddie, please-” 

Eddie uses the hand against his throat to guide him into another kiss. Holds him in place while he takes his sweet time coaxing Steve’s lips apart, fucking his tongue into his mouth with slow, languid motions. It takes a long while until he allows them to part for breath, and even longer for Steve’s vision to swim back into focus. 

When it does, Eddie's hand is no longer on his throat. Instead, it's dangling the golden tulle ribbon between them, light and transparent as air. 

“Green,” Steve is whispering before he even knows he's made the decision. “Green, green, green. Fuck, Eddie, please!” 

The fabric feels cool and ticklish as it settles against his skin, and he knows that one sudden move would be all it takes to free himself. Also knows he’d never want to break free. Not when Eddie’s eyes are full of that burning adoration, not when it feels so good, being at his mercy.

“Fuck,” Eddie breathes. He lets the long ends of the ribbon rest in his hand, like a leash. “You look amazing in gold.”

“Y-yeah?” Steve asks. He feels dizzy - drunk in the best possible way. He's naked and collared and completely in Eddie’s control, and he never wants to be anywhere else. 

“Oh yeah,” Eddie agrees. “But you know where you'd look even better?” 

He tugs on the makeshift leash, smile turning sharp when Steve moans in response. 

“On your knees between my legs, hands behind your back.” 

Oh, right. Turns out there is a place Steve would like to be even better. 

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More erik?? Love a man who'll kill

You were on your knees listening to the monologue that was happening. Fighting for consciousness. Pain radiated from so many places you weren't even sure what was injured anymore.

Or why you felt cold. Was the room cold? Your head had been shaved. And the only reason you were upright was that your arms were bound above your head- you couldn't even light your head on your own anymore. It felt like lead.

It wasn't until you were staring down the barrel of the gun, to numb and too cold to feel fear. Repeating what you'd said before "No child should suffer." Through your voice cracked and trembled. From screaming in pain and for want of water- that you hoped if there really was a God he'd let you scream at him for a while.

Except the gun never went off. Not at you, anyway. And then there was nothing.

________

A human woman lay in the bed in front of him. Battered and tortured. And Erik felt a pang of kinship. And respect. She had stared her death in the face and never wavered. Never recanted.

Utterly degraded and physically broken, they couldn't take the heart- her conviction from her. And the defiance was still there. Her spirit remained- dented, perhaps, but unbroken.

He stroked the bare skin of your scalp gently and bent to kiss your forehead, "Rest," he said. "You're safe here."

This was a human who deserved to be protected. An example of humanity's best. Of that he was certain. Somethings, you would never understand- but you would try. And a human who would try was a human who was a worthy ally.

That was not something to be taken lightly in a world where there was so much hate- and apathy.

When you stir in your sleep, troubled if the crease on your brow is any indication, Erik strokes your head again gently, "Rest," he repeats. "No one here is going to harm you, little one."

And he took a seat, waiting. You'd slept for hours. But the pain medication you'd been given would only work so long. And soon you would need more. And food. And water. You were human. Fragile. It would be a poor way to repay your bravery having you wake up alone and leaving you frightened in this room too scared to call out for help- uncertain what would come through the door.

He listens to your breathing carefully. And when it becomes whimpers and when you wake, panting and terrified, he's there. "Easy," he soothed. "You're safe."

"I can't- oh god-" You cry out in pain and look up at the man in front of you. Your vision is blurry and everything is a jumble of events in your mind as you reach out. Nothing makes any sense. But- His voice is deep and soothing and the touch of the calloused hands on your face wiping away tears is gentle.

"Shhh," He administered the pain medication into your IV and glanced at your heart monitor concerned. Had they driven you mad?

"Fuck-"

"Be still, little one," he said as you started to relax. "You have broken ribs. And a broken clavicle- and countless other injuries."

"Where-"

"With friends," Erik said. He can see you struggling to make sense of that. Trying to grab your next question but you can't. The medicine is strong and your body is just too injured. Too over-taxed. "Drink," he said, smiling a little. "You need water. And I have something to eat coming. Soup."

And when he holds a cup to your lips and you drink like it's the first water you've had in years he nods, This is good. He let you drink until you were done and stroked your head, "Better?"

"Yes, thank you."

"You're safe," he said, "on my honor. You'll not be harmed and you'll be taken care of."

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Choso ~ Seven Minutes In Heaven

Warning: smut, heavy smut, unprotected sex, rough sex....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

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[ so here y/n is a popular girl everyone is obsessed over. Every boy in college is obsessed with y/n. They all wanted y/n to be there. There's a boy named Choso in the college. He was a shy boy.(a looser as the requested one) everyone bully him. He has a crush on y/n too but never told anyone.]

So it was a college party evening. Me and my friends went there. Me, Maki and Nobara were enjoying our drinks. We saw someone entering the party. We looked at that way. It was Yuta. His eyes instantly meet with Maki's. Maki blushed and when she turned her head towards us me and Nobara were already smirking at her. She blushed even more.

Someone called us. It was Yuji. "Hey!!! You three.... come here we're playing seven minutes in heaven... come and join us" he said. We all agreed and went to the area where they were playing.

We sit there in a circle. I couldn't see Yuji so I asked "where's Yuji?" I heard him answering from behind me "here I am" we looked at him. He was dragging someone by hand. Then I saw it was choso. Yuji dragged him towards us. "Yuji... look you play.... I don't want to-" Choso spoke but Yuji cut him off "Shhh... you're playing that's it!" Yuji said and made him sit with him. "Look the looser came to play" a boy said to another boy. "Hey! Don't say like that! Why can't he play?" I said. "N-no no.... I didn't say like that" he said nervously. "Anyways let's start the game " yuji said and the game started.

There was three closet. So three couples can go at one round. First couple was Maki and Yuta. I winked at Maki. She blushed and went with Yuta. Second one was Nobara and Yuji. They both went to a closet. Now it was my turn. I opened the folded paper. "Choso" I read the name. Choso looked like his heart almost stopped. "We should play this round again. You wouldn't like to go with him in the closet" a boy said and tried to take the paper from my hand. "Did I said I won't go with him?" I said and went towards Choso. "Come" I said. " If you want to go with me.... y-you don't have to..." Choso said. "No...I wouldn't mind going with you" I said and grabbed his hand. We both went in the closet and the door closed. I could feel his face was already red and I giggled. "W-what?" He asked nervously. "Nothing" I replied. "What if they think something because you came with me?" He said. " Thik what? I kissed you?" I said. " No..I didn't mea-" he spoke but I shut him off with a kiss. His eyes widened, breath hitched. " Now they don't have to think... because we really did" I said. I laughed at his expression. " Look I know that you have a crush on me. What if I said have a crush on you too?" I said and his eyes widened. "Y-you do?" He asked. "Yes I do " I said and kissed him again.

This time he kissed me back. I put my hands around his neck. We were kissing each other when I felt something on my stomach. I smiled in the kiss when I realised what was it. (Y'all know damn well too💀)

Seven minutes passed. The door opened. We got outside. But instead of sitting with others I dragged Choso outside with me. Everyone looked at us. We went towards my car and got in the back sit.

I sit on his lap and started kissing roughly. I barely can breathe. He grinned me on his crotch. I whispered in the kiss. When we were fully satisfied with the kiss, we stopped. I was breathing heavily, gasping for air. I unbottoned his shirt and he pulled down the upper portion of my dress. He also took off my bra and threw it on the car floor.

He crashed his mouth on my breast licking, sucking and teasing the nipple and squeezing the other one with his hand. I moaned in the sensetion.He pulled up the bottom portion of my dress and then took off my pantie. He stared at my pussy with hungry eyes. He rubbed his finger on my clit and gasped. Then he licked my pussy. He undo his pant still staring at my pussy.

His dick sprang out. It was too big and too thick.He positioned himself with my entrance.He slammed his whole dick inside me in one slide. I moaned. He give me some time to adjust his size and started thursting in and out roughly. My legs were shaking with pain and pleasure. He was liking it too. His thurst became harder and harder. I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly "ahhhh....so... t-t-tight ". " You don't know how much I dreamed about it...now...Now it's finally happening" he whispered in my ear.

He started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thurst I came. He was still thursting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out. "I'm.... I'm sorry...I shouldn't... I shouldn't.... inside" he spoke with broken words. I kissed him on the lips again and whispered "it's okey... it's fine.... We'll do the plan B"

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The Patron Saint of One Way Trips

Ch20

Description: action heavy chapter - mainly from the guys’ POV - laika is held by Graves… next chapter is gonna be JUICY!!!!

*Ghost's POV*

Johnny had fallen asleep briefly on our drive over. He wakes up when I pull the car up to a halt. It's early morning, the rain has finally stopped..

"Where are we?" Johnny asks - "Alejandro's safe house. Gave me the location just in case" I reply - "Why didn't he tell me?" - "It was need to know" - "What if I needed to know..?"

I roll my eyes - "Shhh, Johnny.." stepping out of the car..

As we approach the building, I sharply come to a halt, stopping Johnny in his tracks too. "Booby trap... Stop Johnny.."

"It's a pressure plate LT.." - "Alejandro rigged it" - "Smart bastard.."

I look up at the building and spot a window that will get us inside. "There, Johnny - look" I nod my head in the direction of the window. Johnny jumps through first and I climb through just behind him. I see a red laser point from the darkness - pointing right at Johnny.. "Don't move".

I remove my knife and throw it towards the shadows, roughly where I think the laser is pointing from. I hear it hit wood - missed.. FUCK. Johnny raises his rifle and takes aim at the dark shadow..

¿Quien esta ahi? a voice calls out. Fucked if I know what that means.. "Rodolfo!!!" Johnny shouts. "Soap, Ghost.. You're alive!!

"Affirmative" I reply

Rudy pulls my knife from the wooden beam and walks towards us. "Good to see you, amigos" - "Igual, amigo" Johnny replies in dodgy Spanish. My knife is handed back to me, I nod in thanks.

"Nice throw. Where were you guys?" Rudy asks in his accented voice. He is brave for an Omega..

"On the run" I reply.

"I was on the run. Ghost waited for me" Johnny cuts in.

"Of course, no?" Rudy asks as if it should be obvious - it was obvious...

"No" Johnny says at the same time I say "Yes-"

Johnny looks at me, surprised.

"We're pack... This happened on my watch and I'll need help to fix it. No one fights alone. We need to find the others.." I say, trying not to worry too much about Laika or Alejandro. I should never have ordered to stay in the room. The Shadows knew exactly where she would have been. I hope she is safe - otherwise it's my fault.. my mistake..

Johnny nods.

"Why did Graves turn?" Rudy asks

"We don't know" - "Las Almas can corrupt anyone" - "Not us"

"For now, General Shepherd, Laswell, and anyone else outside this room is considered a hostile. With one exception"

"Alejandro...?" - "We need him back"

Rudy nods in agreement and turns to a map on a table. "Graves is holding Alejo here - my team are there too"

"And Laika..?" Johnny asks. "Most likely - I couldn't find her when they started detaining us though.. she had already gone"..

My stomach drops and a growl escapes my throat. "What do you mean, 'GONE'?!" I bark. I feel a little guilty when Rudy steps back. It slipped my mind that he is an Omega.. I need to keep my cool..

"That doesn't matter right now, LT - How do we get 'em all back, Rudy?" Johnny steps in, somehow staying calmer than me - he was usually the hotheaded one...

"By breaking in" I grumble, head screwed back on.

"And that's why I love the Ghost" Johnny teases.

Rodolfo walks over to a huge door and slides it open, revealing an armory full of weapons and gear.

"It's well-stocked" Rudy explains, nodding to the vast array of weapons and equipment..

Johnny laughs, amazed by the selection. He always gets excited by this sort of thing.. like a kid at a sweetie shop.."My man- We're gonna need new wheels. Preferably up-armored" he says to Rudy.

At that, Rudy tosses me a set of keys and turns on the lights to the building. We had been standing in the darkness this whole time. As the lights flash on, it reveals an armored vehicle. That'll do!

"Alejandro thought of everything" I say, respecting the Alpha's preparation.

"Yeah, he did. Let's go get them"..

*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

"Sweetheart?" I wish he would just leave me alone..

"C'mon sweetcheeks, I'm gettin' bored of this now.. we have almost arrived - tell me..? You wanna share a cell with your buddy Alejandro..? Or do you wanna stay with me.. I'll keep you safe, you can be my little attack dog, huh - so good at following orders..?

I stay silent. "Maybe we should call the Russians, ask them how to re-wire you a little bit.. what buttons to press.."

I gulp. He chuckles at my reaction.

"Alejandro doesn't like me.. thinks I'm a rat.." I whimper, trying to manipulate Graves, by telling him little truths, sprinkled by a little white lie here and there..

"Does he now, Princess..? S'that why he made you leave the meeting on the roof..? Stupid sonovabitch played right into my hands there!" he chuckles "Oz led you back like a lamb to slaughter.. pity you'd already pissed off when we came back for you.. smart, by the way - probably wouldn't have caught you if you didn't have such an obsession with helping civvies.. your file says you've always been disobedient in that way.." he laughs. “Look at the bigger picture, princess - acceptable losses are - necessary.."

Bastard. Fucking Bastard!!!!

"Yes, commander.. it's a vice I'm unable to shake" - "Well, if you're gonna be useful to us, you better start fuckin' shaking it, asset"

WHAT?!

Graves turns his attention to the soldier driving the car. "Fuck this, Shadow - take us back to HQ, buddy. I don't want her at the prison with the others. She stays with us.. Understood?"

"Yup yup"- the car makes a sharp turn and speeds in a different direction. "Your buddies will not be able to find you, you're on a one way trip to America, sweetcheeks.. you look good in Shadow gear, I could get used to it"

Creep. Fucking slimy, pervy fucking creep!

*Ghost's POV*

We pull up outside the old prison facility. Rudy grabs a huge rucksake, filled with guns and weapons for his men once we'd freed them.

Rudy speaks up once he has hauled the rucksack onto his back "Graves'll have this place locked down".

"Let's hope they're alive" Johnny says with a hint of anxiety..

"Count on it, amigo"

Johnny starts asking Rudy questions - he does this when he is nervous, I have noticed. A distraction, or coping mechanism..

"Rudy, how long've ya known Alejandro?" he asks

"20 years. Signed up together. Toughest dude in the regiment. Turns out we weren't just friends, he claimed me five years ago now"..

"I wouldn't wanna mess with him..." Johnny says, seriously.

Rudy laughs "We used to say 'el unico que puede matar a Alejandro es Alejandro...'"

I furrow my brow, not understanding "What's it mean?" I grunt.

"The only thing that can kill Alejandro is Alejandro..."

"Glad he's on our side, then, amigo" Johnny replies.

"Two snipers, first tower. Soap- you take one, I'll get the other" I bark orders. The Shadows are shot down quietly.

The sound of a helicopter roars from above. "Looks like a supply drop!" Rudy shouts over the noise..

We move quickly through the facility, using CCTV to guide us. The place is crawling with Shadow soldiers, we deal with them quickly and quietly.

I go off on my own with guidance from Johnny and Rudy. I plant a few bombs and settle behind a barrel for temporary cover. I speak over the comms "We're all set here, Johnny. Have we located Alejandro?"

Rudy's voice cuts through the radio "Perfect timing. I found him on CCTV".

"Where?" Johnny asks, studying the screen in front of him.

"He's in solitary. Two Shadows on the door" Rudy points.

"I see 'em. Ghost, we got him. He's alone, no sign of Laika. Two Shadows on guard"

"Vamos!" Rudy shouts - I know that word. Lets fuckin' Vamos then!!

"Ghost, what's your status?" Johnny asks

I stand from my hiding spot and make a move to start towards them "Comin' your way".

The sound of another helo comes from above. They must be onto us by now..

"It's locked!" Johnny shouts - having reached the cell block door.

"We'll need to breach it" Rudy replies

"No, Rudy- Knock.." I suggest, finally having caught up with them.

"On me..." Rudy says, as he stands and bangs the door in the same way a returning guard would. Stupid fuckin' Shadow opens it immediately That was too easy..

We ambush the guard as soon as the door cracks open. Bullets rain from above, balconies lining the upper floor of the cell block.

"Light 'em up-!" I bark

We make it through all of the Shadow's for now.

"There's Alejandro's cell... Open it up, I'll cover you" Rudy shouts.

I remove the bolt cutters from my belt and cut open the lock.

Johnny enters the cell immediately. Suddenly, Alejandro grabs Soap from behind and shoves him against the wall, ready to punch him. Rodolfo steps in and stops Alejandro.

"Al- It's me, hermano" - Johnny says, shocked by the sudden attack.

"Alpha! Calm, tranquilo - it's us.. we came for you" Rudy speaks softly

Alejandro calms down, happy to see his Omega, they have a fast hug and Alejandro grumbles happily before speaking..

Soap!! Rudy, Ghost...!" he sounds surprised..

"Didn't think we'd leave you, did you...?" Johnny jokes, shaking hands with a grateful Alejandro.

"What the fuck took you so long, pendejos?" he jokes back..

I roll my eyes at his joke before replying "place is crawling with Shadows. There'll be hell ahead. Let's get Laika and then make a move. Rudy, go get your Cowboys.. Alejandro - where is she?"

Alejandro looks confused, then. I feel anger rising to the surface.. "Alejandro..? Where are they keeping her..?" trying to keep a lid on my anger..

"Amigo, I don't think she is here.. And I don't think she is on our side. Be careful who you trust.."

I growl, "What the fuck do you mean by that" I bark at him, grabbing the neckline of his jacket and shoving him backwards.

"She has been here before. I recognised her as soon as she arrived. Almost killed me a few months back - missed her shot. She's a sniper, amigo. A spy.. A rat..?" he explains.

Johnny looks utterly betrayed.

"Alejan.." - "NOT NOW RUDY! I KNOW WHAT I SAW" he shouts at his Omega.

I take a step back, lifting my lips angrily, like a growling dog. FUCK!

"We find her - I don't care. Find her first, ask questions after. That's a fuckin' order. We came for you Alejandro, now you fuckin' help us find her" I bark.

Alejandro shrugs "Fine, if that's your call. I wouldn't be shocked if she isn't in league with the Shadows, amigo. They've proven that they are not to be trusted.. but I will help you find her if that's what you want.."

I nod, mulling his words over in my head "It is what I want.."

"Let's go then - we've wasted enough time" Alejandro shouts.

Rodolfo hands Alejandro a BAS-P submachine gun.

"Let's fight fire with fire" Alejandro laughs as he storms towards the cells his men are being held in.

We make good progress in freeing the soldiers,

Johnny speaks up and asks Alejandro "You seen Graves here?"

"No, but I plan to pay that cabron a special visit" he replies - "Aye, Me too...he might have our girl.." - "Don't get too attached, amigo - she cannot be trusted..."

We move outside into the open yard of the facility. There are several Shadow soldiers ahead. FUCK -

"Riot shields-!" Alejandro shouts in warning.

"Soap, throw whatever you got at them!" I shout, knowing that Johnny loves his flashbangs and grenades.

After a series of bangs and crashes, Johnny laughs "Think we're clear, LT."

The freed Vaqueros rally around Alejandro and Rudy, collecting weapons and readying themselves to help us fight our way out of here.

The front courtyard is saturated with Shadows. We are massively outnumbered, even with the addition of the cowboys..

Alejandro speaks to his men "Weapons hot, hermanos. Stairwell leads down and out... We'll link up with the other and exfil the fuck out of here"

"Exfil vehicles are set. Ghost planted charges to help us get out" Rudy explains.

"With Johnny's help.." I add, I didn't plant all the bombs on my own, after all..

Alejandro laughs "I can't call Soap "Johnny"..."

"Don't" Johnny smiles "Only pack can pull that off".. I nod and give him a quick pat on the head before moving off.

"We'll have to cross the yard to get everyone out" Rudy shouts.

We reach the doors leading out into the prison exterior, but come under fire from the Shadows.

"Sniper on the roof"

"Sniper down" Johnny shouts.

"Good shot, hermano!"

Soap, and Alejandro lead Los Vaqueros down the road, but a pickup truck arrives and offloads more Shadows.

"Johnny- That truck's got one of our charges on it. Detonate it" I bellow

" With pleasure, LT - Here it comes"

BANG

"Ka-freakin-boom, baby-!" I roll my eyes at Johnny's happiness. He always has loved explosives..

Shadows start to organise their position. They're surrounding us!

FUCK

We keep trying to get closer to the exfil point but the Shadows have us held. The sound of an approaching helicopter catches my attention. If that is more Shadows, we are fucked..

"You hear that?" Johnny asks

"Helicopter-- Searching for us! - Take cover, amigos!" Alejandro shouts.

The enemy helo opens fire on the first group of Los Vaqueros. We stand no fuckin' chance now!!

Our comms growl to life simultaneously.

"All stations, this is Bravo-6- Get down!" - I could cry - but I won't - It's Price.

I glance up to the perimeter wall and see Price fire a rocket at the helicopter. It hits and plummets to the ground with a huge explosion.

"Hell fucking yeah!" Johnny shouts, elated.

"All Bravo and Vaqueros... Top o' the wall. Get here and I'll get you out. How copy?" I hear through my earpiece.

"Loud and clear, Alpha. Comin' to ya...!" I reply

"Who is he?!" Rudy asks, anxiously

"Our Alpha..." Johnny replies - Rudy raises an eyebrow. "You're a pack of all Alphas.. unusual, no?"

"We make it work.." Johnny answers.

"I like him already" Alejandro laughs.

We all hurry to the wall where Price lowers ropes for us to climb.

*Johnny's POV*

As I reach the top of the wall, two arms reach to help me. "Gaz" I laugh, climbing into his arms, hugging him and stuffing my nose into his neck.

He laughs along with me, re-scenting me as well.. "Well, what happened to your arm, Soap..?" he teases "Fuckin' Graves is what happened".

Gaz steps to the edge of the wall and scans all of the soldiers climbing up. He turns sharply, the smile wiped from his face.

"Where is she, Johnny...?." He growls.. I pause - not able to think of how to tell them.. that we didn't exactly know, and that Alejandro has reason to believe she is a traitor. I can't bring myself to believe it though. Not Laika, not our girl..

"Sergeant MacTavish..." Price warns from behind me. "Kyle asked you a question.. where is she..?" he warns..

"I - We don't know exactly.. we thought she'd have been brought here when HQ was taken.. but we haven't found her.."

"We need to find her. Laswell thinks she is in danger... Soon as Shepherd and Graves went dark, she called us" John explains as we load up into the exfil vehicle.

"Laswell, still solid as a rock - we weren't sure who to trust.." Simon grumbles "You trust pack, Simon.." John growls back, angrily.

Alejandro appears at the top of the wall then, he quickly makes his way towards us.

"Colonel Vargas, meet Captain Price and Sergeant Garrick" I introduce - "Thanks for the assist" the Alphas shake hands - "You need to help us find our girl" John growls.

"Let's get the fuck out of here, hermanos" Alejandro orders his men

"Down the wall... WE ARE LEAVING!" Price barks, too.

We start getting in the vehicles - "Captain, follow me" Alejandro speaks, jumping into the drivers seat of the first jeep.

"Copy. Gaz, drive!"

Gaz starts up the vehicle and drives away from the prison.

"Shepherd burned us" Ghost says as we follow Alejandro's vehicle.

"He sent Graves and his Shadows to kill us and round up Los Vaqueros" I explain

Price growls and nods his head.. "We know why"

I raise my eyebrows, surprised.. "Why..?" I ask.

Gaz answers from the drivers seat. "Laswell did a bit of digging..."

"What did she find?" Simon grunts

"The truth...The truth about the missiles. And - the truth about Laika.. we need to find her.." he growls, absolutely livid.

Alejandro leads us back to his safehouse.

*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

Graves has been pacing up and down in front of me for the past hour. I'd been cuffed and my head covered with a sack. He has been on a video call with General Shepherd. The computer starts making a ringing noise and a familiar voice joins the conversation. Before Shepherd answers, he tells Graves to stay silent so he doesn't pick up that he is on the call. Graves walks over to me and roughly puts his hand over my mouth so I can't make a noise.

"You hid this- Why...?" a rough growl comes through, angrily - "We all keep secrets, Captain Price.. some more than others.." he laughs. I whimper from within the darkness of the sack. Graves shakes me roughly to shut me up.

"Why the hell wasn't I informed?" - "Consider yourself well-informed now, John"

John laughs in a terrifying tone "Oh, that's really fuckin' helpful, General. Thank you. But, you're a day late and a missile short. There's three of them- we only found two. And, you've taken something of ours. I want her back.."

"Then, point yourself in that direction and fix it" The General snaps back.

"And who fixes you, eh?" John says, threateningly. "I don't need fixing. I'm a patriot protecting my country".

I hear the scuff of a chair sliding sharply. Price must have stood up in anger.

"You're protecting your own ass" he growls. I'd never heard him so angry. He was radiating pack Alpha energy.

"I do what needs to be done, Captain, and no one holds me down with a roll of red tape. I know what's best for the cause"

"You've lost your fuckin' mind, General"

"And you've forgotten what you're fighting for, John. To do good, you gotta do some bad. When we shit, we bury it, that's how it works"..

"Yeah... But we don't bury each other with it, do we? Where is she..?" he growls again.

"You need to turn off that side o' your head and face down the real enemy" - "she ain't our enemy.." John interrupts.

"You need to call off your Shadow, NOW"

"You mean Graves...?" - "Yes!" - Shepherd laughs "Now, Captain.. He's a dog with a bone, and I highly recommend you don't try and take it"..

"This is your last chance to change your mind" John warns..

"Then what?" Shepherd taunts..

"Then after I kill him... I'm coming for you" the laptop slams shut.

*Captain Price's POV*

I slam the laptop, shutting off the uplink. I nod to the other four soldiers in the room. "Graves has her" I growl, angrily.

"Hey- Vaqueros, pay attention" Alejandro shouts into the large safe house.

All of Los Vaqueros gather around Alejandro us at the table.

"Alright, listen - We are taking back your HQ. We are getting our girl. We are killing Commander Graves" I order.

"When?" Rudy speaks up

"Now" Ghost grunts

"We are not 141 and Los Vaqueros on this. We're a team...understood..?" I growl

Ghost empties a bag full of skull masks onto the table.

"...Ghost Team" I nod, clenching my fists. The Alpha in me was desperate to get loose and rampage the HQ with little regard. But as Captain, I needed to keep my head.. No being a hero. Get in, get our girl, kill Graves, get out.

Ghost removes his mask in front of everyone. I nod and smile at Ghost.

"Good to see you again, Simon" I laugh, he rarely took it off in public. I hadn't seen his face since we had taken Laika, come to think of it..

I remove my boonie hat in solidarity and notice that Kyle takes off his 'lucky cap' too.

"If you're in, take a mask... If you're not... Don't" I order.

Everyone around the table takes a skull mask.

"My troops know the Fuerzas Especiales facility better than the Shadows. So, we'll have the advantage - Be advised, they'll be on high alert because of the prison break. We'll infiltrate the base with two Ghost Teams....Team-1 is Captain Price, Gaz, me, and one pilot.. Team-2 is Ghost, Soap, Rudy, and Los Vaqueros.. Team-1 will use the tunnels to get to the tarmac and commandeer a helo. My pilot will take the Captain up. Team-2 will stand by outside until Price fires on the entry gate and lets them in to fight their way to Graves, and the girl... I suspect he'll be in my HQ defended by his best shooters" Alejandro describes. I nod along in agreement. This has to work...

"we will see how this plan goes and once the place is clear, Gaz and I will locate and secure Valeria... The rest of you will look for the girl and Graves... and Kill him.." he growls.

"Lets fuckin' go" Johnny shouts, marching towards the vehicles.

Lets go get our girl..

[crybabycinna]

My bf and I also agreed that if Katara was on some evil shit she’d have her own kiss of death like I talked about with Azula and she’d like freeze the blood in your body and I can picture them arguing being like you stole my kiss of death shit it would go something like this!

Azula: you peasant you stole my thing!

Katara: I stole nothing from you! This is my own technique!

Azula: LIES! Zuzu told you how I kissed Chan and cooked him alive so you decided to steal my thing! You just freeze them instead!

Katara: WHO IS CHAN?! I have no clue what you’re talking about!

Azula: YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT!

Katara: NO I DONT I FIGURED OUT I COULD FREEZE BLOOD WHEN I FOUND THE MAN THAT KILLED MY MOM THEN I TESTED THE KISSING THING BY KISSING THIS GIRL WHO FLIRTED WITH AANG

Azula: you like girls?

Katara: yes but what does that have to do with anything

Azula: would you like to test to see if our techniques would cancel each other out?

Katara: sure

*they go to aggressively make out somewhere*

*in the background*

Ty Lee: THATS SUPPOSED TO BE ME

Mai: *comforting Ty Lee* maybe you could ask to join them

Ty Lee: really?

This is all for shit and giggles before someone loses their minds 🤣 also yes ik Katara didn’t freeze the dudes blood who killed her mom ik she did use blood bending on him but she didn’t freeze his blood but shhh Shh in my mind she killed him as she should 😌 FUCK HIM ALSO as for the girl I’m talking about the one from the headband episode where they were in the fire nation idc that girl was a little too friendly with Aang 😭 so Katara said freeze that bitch AND YES IK ITS OUT OF ORDER IDC! I know the headband episode came first, then the blood bending episode and then the episode Katara and Zuko pull up on the dude ik again idc cause ik some of y’all will be sensitive Shh Shh it’s fine

[ririsasy]

The boys are fighting 😵

Prithviraj sukumaran as Dev Prakash in Raavanan (2010) | Prabhas as Saaho in Saaho (2019)

What if it was Varadeva and they’re not actually fighting lol

✋🔞 really explicit so be cautious ⚠️‼️⛔️

Deva and Varadha sparring together and they’re wrestling on the floor rolling around trying to overpower each other and Deva end up flat on the ground with Varadha straddling his thighs, their hands clasped together, breathing heavily, sweating profusely, eyes locked with each other, and Deva’s brain decided to torture him by sending supplies of the images from their last night activity where Varadha was exactly in this same position but on their bed, naked, riding him good to his heart content, Varadha throwing his head back in ecstasy and…

Deva got instant boner that poking Varadha’s innocent unassuming butts and Varadha was like “did you just got a boner from this?” And Deva was like “shhh don’t talk even your voice is stimulating me right now, just give me a second to calm down it will be gone before anyone notice” Varadha laughed so hard and lean down and kiss his cheek.

Of course Varadha didn’t let him wait and instead drag him to the nearest vacant room to help him with his problem…

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Varadha was ready on his knees hands giddily unbuckling Deva’s belt when Deva suddenly hold his chin and lifted his face up to look at him “I think we should shower first”

The excitement in Varadha’s eyes earlier quickly replaced with annoyance “what now? You are a mood killer. Why do you change your mind?” Varadha sulked while staring hopefully at the tent in Deva’s pants.

Deva carefully pulled him to stand again and kiss his lips softly when they’re on the same level. “We can do it in the bathroom though?” He bargained.

“Oh so help me Devaratha, you will not have your dick in my mouth for a week unless you let me do it now” Varadha let Deva kissed him a second time before he took his position to be on his knees again in front of Deva, working on unzipping his pants this time.

“But, won’t it be nice if I got clean a bit because we were sparring a while ago, all sweaty!” Deva started to reason again because that’s exactly why.

“But you will do it to me in heartbeat? Last time I remember we were hiking and you have no problem having me in the open all sweaty in your mouth and everywhere” Varadha’s raised his eyebrows cutely and yes in fact Deva would do it again if he got the chance, and he could even do it now to Varadha but he was just trying to be considerate, apparently when the hunger strike about each other, Varadha is just like him.

Impatient and greedy

Varadha smirked when Deva didn’t have any rebuttal at that, his skillful hands already managed to free Deva’s growing length and hold it in his hand and start stroking it nice and slow.

Deva hissed at the sensation and closed his eyes, he leaned his body to the table behind him and let Varadha’s warm mouth enveloped his all sense.

Varadha moaned softly and the sound he made sent shiver throughout Deva’s entire body, he opened his eyes to look down at the man that he loves with all his heart below him working hard trying to satisfy his need.

Deva stroked the crown on his hair softly “slow down, baby, you might gag if you do it that way” he advised Varadha who keeps bobbing his head forward and backward following the rhythm he made enthusiastically. Varadha let go in an instant with a pop.

“Now you are worried that I might gag?” He said with a raspy voice.

“ in fact, I want you to choke me with this dick,” he pointed out at the neglected shaft in front of his face.

“just use me, hit it till I could taste it at the back of my throat” Varadha said like a command and Deva’s brain short circuit for a moment, lightheaded by what he just heard. Mouth agape yet again lost for words.

Why does this man really want to kill him with his mouth. Metaphorically and literally.

Varadha took him back in his mouth in no time, guiding Deva’s hand to really hold him at the back of his head and demonstrating to Deva the way he could use his mouth anyway he wanted and Deva is only a man, he could only hold himself back for a while before he let his beast side to consume Varadha taking over and grabbed his hair tightly in his hold and start creating his own pace with Varadha’s movement.

Varadha relaxed on his feet, opening his mouth wider, adjusting his throat, he smiled between the fullness of his mouth, and even though his eyes were watering from the lack of air but his vision also clouded with lust, he love it the most when he could make Deva lost himself to his desire this way.

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[lemonmaid]

Dance With Me.

Kinda Malleus x Reader!Yuu. Slight spoilers for Chapter Seven (I haven't read nor looked at translations). But enjoy! Reader is Gender Nuetral.

WARNINGS: SLIGHT CHAPTER SEVEN SPOILERS, captivity, deliriousness.

Timeless.

Endless.

Dizziness.

That's all (Name) felt as they waltz with strangers. It was endless, the music was never-ending, the same symphony would get quiet and then repeat.

Once it got quiet (Name) would hear humming.

(Name) got off the stranger, politely excusing themselves. (Name) walked around trying to find the source of the humming, it was quiet, but soothing.

(Name) went up stairs only to re-enter the ballroom they were just in, same with going down stairs. They always re-enter the same ballroom.

'This is getting stranger and stranger by the minute'. (Name) was lost, the humming wouldn't get louder or softer, it was consistent.

The symphony slowly picked back up where it started, 'how did I get here? Where am I' (Name) looked around, feeling dizzy by the guest waltzing around them, the spinning and laughter around them was endless.

"Mind if I steal this dance?"

(Name) looked up to the figure, 'he is enchanting'. Feeling heat rise to their face, they nodded.

The man chuckled, leading them to the center of the ballroom.

(Name) felt eyes grow on them, but the humming stopped, causing them to look around.

"Is everything alright my dear?"

(Name) looked at the man, "um, yes".

"Are you sure? You look so uncertain, are you nervous?". His smile was warm but felt so sinister.

(Name) rested their head on the man's chest as they danced, "Well, kinda. Where are we?".

The ceiling was endless as were all the rooms, the room stretched, what looked like hundreds of people dancing around the two.

(Name) looked closer at the man, his horns where decorated with lace covering his eyes, but oh was it his eyes that stood out the most. The envy green eyes that pierced their mind, their soul and swallowed them whole.

"Say, have we met before?"

He smiled at them, adoring thier curiosity, "Of course, once upon a dream".

"A dream?" (Name) was puzzled, when was the last time they dreamed? They felt like they were so busy, but they can't seem to remember anything before this dance.

"NAME!"

(Name) looked around, "did you hear that?".

"Hear what love?" The man hummed, humming, that irritable humming.

(Name) felt themselves getting angry, that humming was making their head hurt, "My name! That's my name! And your name... what is your name?".

"Names are very powerful, Little one, do you really wish to know my name?"

"Well, I think that I know you"

"NAME! WAKE UP!"

The whole room shook, dust falling on everyone, people around them were glitching, in and out of place.

"Wait, wake up? Am I in a dream? Sir, where are we?". (Name) tried to break away from the man, but was shoved back into his arms.

"It seems that we are being distributed". The man holds (Name)'s cheeks, rubbing them softly.

(Name) feel nauseous, worry crept up their spine, alarm bells ringing in their head, "I think I should be going sir".

"Oh no, we can't have that, shhhh. It's okay, just relax" The man picked up (Name), rocking them as if they were a baby.

The man softly hummed as he rocked (Name), the ballroom got dark, the music finally stopping.

"Shhh, it's okay (Name). I'll give us a better dream, where no one can disturb us". The man kissed the top of their head.

(Name) felt themselves relaxed, listening to the soft humming, their eyes slowly closing once last time.

Sorry! This was kinda rushed, I had to get this off my mind. I hope you enjoyed! Ask and request are always opened!

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Augusnippets Day 20: Homemade Meal

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Lex climbed the stairs up to Miriam's room, careful not to let the bowl of soup on the tray slosh over. He could hear Oliver chatting with Lily in her parlor, and was content that he was safe. He quietly opened the door to the thrall's room, and saw her in a large, comfortable bed, fast asleep. She had a pained look on her face, and her skin seemed more flush than it should be, coated with sweat.

He sat down in the plush chair at her bedside, no doubt where Lily had been sitting to care for her, and put the tray on the side table. "Miriam," he said, hoping to wake her gently. "Miriam, can you wake for a moment?"

Heavy eyes slowly opened, and she looked at Lex with a glassy expression. "Lord… Alexander… sir?" she said in a hoarse voice.

"Shhh, you don't need to talk. It's all right." He pat her on the head, then pressed his hand to her forehead. Far too warm. "I'm sorry for rousing you. When Oliver heard you had taken ill, he insisted on making chicken soup and bringing it over."

"Oliver?" She looked around blearily.

"I thought it would be for the best if he didn't come up here, lest he catch your cold, but he wishes you well," said Lex. "Do you think you could eat?"

Miriam nodded and struggled to sit up. Lex helped her out by propping a pillow underneath her, and then lifted a spoon of the soup to her lips. He was no judge of his thrall's cooking, having little taste for human food, but it seemed to meet with Miriam's approval, judging by her smile.

"How is it? To your liking?"

"Yes, very much, sir. Thank you. And please tell Oliver thank you."

"I will." He continued to feed her the soup, surprised by her greed at drinking it. Perhaps Oliver's insistence that she should have chicken soup was correct. "Careful. Don't burn your mouth."

Miriam nodded as she drank the spoonfuls of soup, but tears began to roll down her cheeks.

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

"Oh, sir, it's just that… I'm eating, and my madam is going hungry. She refuses to feed from me when I'm sick," said Miriam with a sniffle. "I'm a bad thrall, sir."

"Of course you aren't a bad thrall. It isn't your fault that you're sick. And Lily is quite right not to feed from you when you're in this state. She loves you very much, I promise."

"Even so, sir, I want to get well again so I can serve her."

"I know you do," he said reassuringly. "That's why you need to rest, and not worry. And I've already let Lily take some blood from Oliver if she needs. Your madam will be fine." He wondered if that was happening right now, Lily drinking from Oliver. She was the only vampire apart from Fitz that he would trust with his precious thrall's blood -- he owed it to her, considering she'd allowed him to feed from Miriam when he didn't have his own thrall.

"May I have some water, please, sir?"

"Of course," he said, filling her glass from a pitcher and handing it to her. She gulped it down swiftly, and then another full glass. "If you've had your fill of soup and water, perhaps it would be good to return to sleep, don't you think?"

"Yes, sir," she said, laying back down and pulling the covers over her.

Lex placed a comforting hand on her head and sang her a lullaby of comfort and deep sleep, and within moments she had returned to slumber, a far more peaceful look on her face. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and dipped it in water, placing it across her burning forehead.

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