#not them just quietly releasing yet another cover?

[mondaymelon]

₊⊹ 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 ♡. | genshin!various x gn!reader

「 "𝐚𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐩…"」

— in which you kiss him ... accidentally, and indirectly.

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 — kazuha, gaming, FREMINET, THOMA, KAVEH, chongyun, gorou

— "Ah, wrong cup."

It's a warm morning, yet the shade of the light canopy of trees provides ample comfort. At your words, however, the amicable conversation halts. Gingerly, you place his cup back on its saucer, uttering a quiet apology. "Sorry, sorry..."

Ugh, a quiet moment with someone you'd been pining after for ages, and you likely just sabotaged any chance you had. Making someone uncomfortable is surely not a way to have someone fall head over heels for you. You cautiously glanced upwards, catching the sight of... something you didn't expect...!?

He hid in his hand, raised and flush against his face. It was rather insufficient in the whole "hiding" department, however, for you could still clearly see the fluster on his features and the red cast across the tips of his ears. Just above the cover of his fingers were his eyes, hurriedly averted from yours. His mouth was slightly ajar, but in the moments that passed, his lips moved to form whispers you couldn't quite catch.

You stood, frantic. Really, every one of your plans was going awry. "I'm sorry! I, I'll go get you a new cup-"

"He caught his hand in his before you could fully depart, clutching it tightly. His usually cool skin was warm. "N, No, I- It's fine..."

He watched your face brighten with relief as you sat back down, completely cheery again, and released a breath quietly.

Ah, how was he supposed to tell you that the mere sight of your lips touching where he had put his made his heart skip a beat?

— It simply wasn't fair.

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 — HEIZOU, KAEYA, CHILDE, venti, ayato, LYNEY

— "Wait, let me try..."

Word had gotten around of a new drink, supposedly "the best in all of teyvat"... naturally, that called for a timely visit. It didn't exactly matter who you went with, though who were you fooling, it did, and he'd been the first one that came to mind when you were drafting a letter. Now, he stood by your side, leisurely swinging his arms while he walked and smiling smugly.

The reason? The moment you reached into your pocket to fish out your wallet to pay the fee for two drinks, you'd found your pockets empty, and that's where he had swooped in, graciously handing over his mora instead. The moment the two of you exited the vicinity of the drink stall, however, he somehow materialized your wallet once more and placed it in your hands with a cat-like grin. That little... you'd be sure to treat him to a meal sometime soon, a favor like that couldn't just be gone unpaid.

...That, and it was a convenient excuse to spend another outing with him.

"Hey, you got the limited edition flavor? C'mon, give me just a sip..." You beamed when he handed said drink down towards you, taking a sip from his straw — until you realized just what you'd done, of course.

It wasn't like it was something dire, not by any means. You were rather the romantic, and the fact that... well, hadn't the two of you just kissed indirectly?

You didn't voice your thoughts, only meekly retreated after handing the bottle back to him, growing even more flustered when your fingers brushed against his in the process. He seemed to hear them, however, and a smirk made its way onto his lips.

"Oh, don't tell me you were aiming for an indirect kiss all along?"

"W- No!" Ugh, that twinkle in his eyes was dangerous. It's easy to see that he doesn't believe you in the slightest. Yet, before you can dispense another rebuttal, he reaches a hand up to your hair and makes a mess of it.

— "Aha, who knew you were so sly~"

𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 — alhaitham, XIAO, albedo, diluc, neuvillette

— "Is something wrong?"

Well, not exactly "wrong", per se. Instead, there was definitely something wrong with you in particular.

The situation started off like any other would. You found the man in his usual place, and greeted him with a smile, to which he nodded in response. He was a busy person, so you'd decided to take the initiative and make him a boxed lunch, only planning to give it to him and then let him carry on with whatever tasks he needed to complete — only... hey, wasn't it too out of character of him to ask you to feed him??

He glanced up at you, his head subconsciously tilting to the side. Just with that simple movement, a figurative arrow struck your heart. "If it's too much trouble, nevermind-"

You awkwardly coughed into your fist, trying to disperse any awfully hopeful thoughts of "hey, isn't this so romantic!?" in your head — yearning for him was one thing, but projecting your imagination of him would be another entirely. "No, it's fine- I was just caught off guard, is all..." At this point, you were more so convincing yourself than him. You dipped your head in a nod to yourself. Of course, he was so swamped with duties that he couldn't spare the time to feed himself, that was the case, wasn't it?

"Here, open wide..." You took a portion of the food and lifted it up to his lips, and he ate it agreeably. Hamster. He's like a hamster, a thought you really shouldn't be having considering how his disposition was, but seeing him swiftly chewing the portion in his cheeks... you cleared your throat, only to flinch with a start upon realizing he'd taken the utensils from you. Now, he held some of the lunch up to you, gesturing it to your mouth.

"Eh, but this is for you-" You declined, yet the insistence in his gaze only grew.

"You brought it for me, so you should have some as well."

"Well... alright," not willing to bother with an argument you were not likely to win, you ate what he hovered before you gratefully, trying to ignore the way he was staring at you as you ate.

W, Wait, hold on, isn't that the same cutlery he used-

"Your face is red. Did you choke? Here, let me-"

"No, it's just that- we, just now- ah, it's nothing."

— "Mhm."

( a/n ) new post format and its silly ( i hate everything about this ) :stareyes: ahahah anyways. trying to revive myself so. you guys get ( poorly cooked ) food :>

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[peachsayshi]

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni) - dad gojo x reader

papa's scary face is how your daughter describes it. the difference when her usually bubbly, bright father morphs into somebody else. the expression he makes when she accidentally walks in on you and satoru having a serious argument. when she catches him coming home from work with his shoulders taut and his brows furrowed.

satoru's daughter is the light of his life - his little peace of heaven on earth. that's why he is so terrible when it comes to discipline (a lecture you constantly have to give him). she has never been on the receiving end of your lover's scary face. isn't familiar with the hardened muscles he express when serious, or notices the angry twitch of his jaw when frustrated.

it's rare, but these moments happen. satoru may possess godlike powers, but he's still inherently human. his very essence the same that make up you and your daughter.

you're surprised when you see her quietly tiptoe her way towards the sofa, towards you and her father. her energetic aura dwindled by silence. her bottom lip is tucked tightly between her teeth, her beautiful round eyes varnished with tears ready to fall.

satoru's face instantly drops with concern. his body immediately growing protective with his arm lightly slipping away from around your waist.

"you okay, mochi?" he asks sweetly, his brow quirking at her arms tucked behind her back.

you both know that she's hiding something.

"I did something bad" she says quietly, her worried voice so small it makes satoru spring to his feet to meet her halfway.

he crouches on his knees, his height daunting compared to hers. he lightly tugs at her frosty pigtail, and she sniffles ever so slightly to keep her brave face in place.

always trying to hold a strong front, just like her father.

"what did you do?" he asks with a gentle smile, watching her shift from one foot to the next.

" I..uhm...I was playing with your toys," she mumbles, unable to meet his gaze as she keeps her own firmly on her pattering feet. "I know they're yours. I know I have’ta ask first. I was tryna to be...uhm..."

"careful?" satoru completes, tilting his head in an attempt to make contact with his hesitant daughter who still hasn't figured out all her words just yet.

"yeh that..." she grumbles to reveal what's behind her hands.

you press your fingers against your lips when you see it.

satoru's favorite pair of sunglasses.

a limited edition pair from one of his favorite high fashion brands. he splurged a stupid amount of money of it. even kept the packaging because he hyper fixated on the details. the frame was extremely delicate, which is why he rarely wore it. but he gushed over it for almost a year since it's pre-release was announced.

his daughter, however, has a habit of sneaking into her father's room to steal one of the many pairs of shades that your lover wore. she enjoyed "modeling" them, and would flash poses in front of your bedroom mirror while sifting through his collection like they were treasure.

you and satoru have caught her doing this many times before, and while the both of you found it adorable, you realized that your daughter wasn't very careful when handling things.

she scratched the lens of another pair that belonged to her father. bent the temple of a second, which he hasn't been able to fix.

so, when satoru received these specific shades, the two of you sat her down to try and explain that she couldn't freely just loot around his stuff without asking for permission.

right now, those very shades where split into two in his daughter's hands.

satoru's jaw goes slack when he picks them up from her tiny palms, his cheeks tinting a slight red from surprise.

"im sorry, papa," she timidly begs, bringing her now empty hands to cover her eyes. her body heaves, you can see that she is trying really hard not to cry.

satoru allows the shock to settle for only just a minute, before he places the broken sunglasses by his side. there's something else that washes over him - relief.

he circles his arms around her wrists, tugging them away from her face but she keeps them fiercely in place. he chuckles with ease, shaking his head in disbelief as he loosens his grip to grab her waist and pull her into his frame.

"silly girl," he teases. "it's okay, papa's not mad, I promise..."

"but I didn't listen to what you 'n mama said-"

"I know," he sighs calmly, "and you know that was wrong, right? not to listen?"

she nods her head yes, her hands still covering her face.

"Eyes on me, grabby hands..." satoru lectures but she shakes her head no.

"Don't wanna see your scary face," she awkwardly admits, and you can't help but bite back a smile.

she's far too innocent to understand what those expressions. to young to acknowledge that they weren't always bad. that they were, in fact, normal. and that one day she will bare the cross of these complex emotions herself.

"scary face?" satoru huffs, "you think daddy has a scary face?"

she drops her hands to her side swiftly, revealing her guilt and wet cheeks. she furiously shakes her head no, taking in a large inhale as she wipes her face with the back of her hands.

it makes your heart ache watching her try to comprehend the weight of her small feelings.

"nu-uh," she reassures, "but-but sometimes..."

satoru kisses her plush cheek three times over to interrupt her eyes, "I am not mad at you, mochi," he consoles, "just promise you won't do it again."

"pinky swear!" she yelps as she searches for his long, slender digits. the relief brings the color back into her face, the pale sheet of white bloomed with a tiny blush. she hooks her pinky around satoru's, the size different so prominent, before eagerly wrapping her arms around his neck. "m'sorry, papa"

"it's okay, baby," he coos as he kisses her forehead.

the scene is heartwarming, and while satoru maintained his cool, you can still read the disappointment on his face.

the pair slip away from each other's arms, your daughter picking up the broken shades as she patters her way back down the hallway to give you both some privacy.

satoru gets up, his hand clutching his chest as he turns to give you a pathetically sad expression.

"how much does it hurt?" you tease, watching him drag his feet back to you.

you grumble when he collapses into your chest, burying his nose into your neck as he wraps his strong arms around your waist.

"this is the worst heartbreak of my life," he groans obnoxiously, and you raise your own brows in surprise.

"I thought our break up was the worst heartbreak you’ve experienced," you chide, twirling the strands of his soft hair between your fingers.

"seriously? you want to bring that up now? while I'm in mourning?"

you giggle when he sinks his teeth into the delicate flesh of your neck, nipping at your skin tenderly before exhaling with sorrow.

"ugh, she's got me wrapped around her fingers like taffy," he moans like he can’t believe his own defeat, "did you see her face? how can I even get mad?"

"I know, my love," you coo, consoling your own crybaby.

Minutes pass in silence before satoru finally ponders that, "maybe, I can find another pair online or something-"

"papa!" your daughter chirps, interrupting the moment as quickly as she graced it.

satoru untangles himself from your embrace, sitting upright to see her pigtails bouncing as she scampers towards you both. her steps hit the ground fast. he doesn't even have a chance to answer before she climbs on his lap, her eyes still a little glossy from shedding her tears. she wipes away the rogue strands of feathery hairs that stuck to her temple, before showing off what's in her hand.

"I fixed it for you," she beams, her face hopeful and optimistic.

Satoru picks up the glasses from between her fingers, noticing that she had used one of her washy tapes to stick the bridge back together.

It was blue, and had little ducks on it.

You can feel an eruption of laughter bubbling in your chest, but pure love bleeds through Satoru's eyes, completely moved by her gesture.

"Aww, mochi," he gently replies, tracing his thumb over the tape.

He arches forward to kiss her nose, while she seeks another embrace between mumbling into his ear that she loves him.

You simply melt by their side.

Satoru doesn't wear the glasses anymore, but he still keeps them. Bringing them out every once in a while to show his daughter that he still loves them.

Even though they sit quite lopsided on his handsome face.

[requests are closed]

[vmlnrznotfound]

THE SHY GIRL SAYS SHE LOVES YOU!

characters: isagi, sae, rin, kaiser

a/n: collab with an anon requester🤍

ISAGI YOICHI

you felt a sense of peace being with isagi, walking hand in hand as the sun set. however, underneath, a turmoil of emotions brewed within you.

you came to a halt, unable to take another step. you looked down, your heart pounding so loudly that you feared he might hear it. isagi immediately noticed your change in demeanor and turned to face you, concern etched on his features. "hey, what's wrong?" he asked softly, his voice full of worry.

taking a shaky breath, you mustered the courage to speak. "i love you," you whispered, so quietly that you weren't sure if he heard you. his eyes widened in surprise, and his jaw dropped slightly. he stepped closer, his hands moving to your shoulders, grounding you. you looked up at him, seeing the shock mirrored in his eyes, and suddenly you couldn't stop the words from pouring out.

"i'm so sorry, yo-chan," you began to ramble, your voice filled with anxiety. "this wasn't how i planned to say it. this wasn't the right time. i didn't mean to blurt it out like this—"

isagi tightened his grip on your shoulders, his eyes never leaving yours. "baby...say it again," he said, his voice a mixture of awe and desperation.

you blinked, momentarily thrown off by his request. "what?"

"please, say it again. please," he begged.

overwhelmed with embarrassment, you pulled away from his grip, your hands flying up to cover your face. "i can't," you mumbled, your voice muffled by your hands. "i'm so embarrassed."

isagi watched you for a moment, his expression softening with understanding. he gently took your wrists and pulled your hands away from your face, holding them securely in his own. "hey, it's okay," he said softly, his voice soothing. gently he placed a quick kiss on your cheek, "i love you too."

ITOSHI SAE

you were in sae’s room, sitting on his bed as you watched him do push-ups. you could tell he was mad about something, the tension in his muscles reflecting his frustration.

as you sat on the edge of the bed, you found yourself caught in your own turmoil. you wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in your throat. finally, you took a deep breath and—"i...love..." but you trailed off, suddenly unsure of how to continue. sae, noticing your hesitation, finished his set and got up, walking over to you with a determined stride.

without warning, he hovered over you, making you lay flat on the bed with him on top of you. his gaze was intense as he looked down at you, his expression full of frustration.

“ ‘i love’ what?” he asked, his voice firm and demanding. your eyes widened as the blood rushed to your face. you covered your face with your hands in embarrassment, but sae quickly pinned your wrists above your head, his grip firm yet gentle. “finish it,” he said, his tone a mix of insistence and softness.

you stayed silent, unable to meet his gaze. the weight of the moment pressed heavily on you, and the words remained trapped in your throat. sae’s eyes softened slightly as he held you in place, waiting for you to speak.

after a moment, he let out a deep sigh, releasing your wrists gently. “it’s okay,” he said quietly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “you don’t have to say it if you’re not ready.”

ITOSHI RIN

rin sat on your bed, arms crossed, his gaze locked on your plushie with an intensity as if the teddy that gets to cuddle you every night is responsible for everything.

you entered the room, balancing a bowl of chopped fruits. without a word, you sat down in front of him, feeling the weight of the moment. rin’s eyes followed your every move, his frustration palpable.

“you know,” rin began, his tone sharp but restrained, “you’re testing my patience. you really are.”

you tilted your head, confused by his sudden shift in mood.

rin’s jaw tightened as he continued, “it’s not that hard. just say it.”

your confusion deepened as you tried to understand his words.

rin’s eyes bore into you, his frustration mingled with an earnest plea. “say how you feel. i've been waiting for you to confess, and I’m tired of hearing about your crushes on everyone but me.”

the tension in the room was almost unbearable. you swallowed hard, the pressure making it difficult to think clearly as you looked away, averting his gaze, “i didn’t realize—”

“just say it,” rin cut you off, his voice firm but laced with vulnerability. “i need to hear it.”

and when you do, he says it too.

reaching out, taking your hand in his, as he pulled you closer, the earlier frustration melted away, replaced by a tender embrace. the bowl of fruits lay forgotten as you wrapped your arms around each other, the weight of rin’s patience and your confession dissolving into a shared moment of closeness and understanding.

MICHAEL KAISER

you sat on the edge of the bed, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. michael kaiser, who was lounging beside you, being persistent, his voice full of frustration.

"come on," he said, leaning closer "just say it. i’ll let you play with my hands if you say so. and i promise i won’t tease."

you shifted uncomfortably, your gaze fixed on the floor. his offer was tempting: you loved playing with his hands. tracing the intricate crown tattoo on the back of his hand, brushing your thumb over his fingers, it was soothing. but admitting your feelings out loud was something you couldn’t seem to muster the courage for.

"michael…" you mumbled, your voice barely a whisper.

"please?" he prodded gently. "i’m waiting."

taking a deep breath, you finally looked up at him. the intensity in his eyes made your heart race. "i love you," you said, your voice trembling slightly as you spoke the words you’d been holding back.

the instant the words left your lips, michael’s expression changed to ecstatic. without hesitation, he tackled you onto the bed, his arms wrapping around you in an enthusiastic embrace. you both fell onto the mattress, his laughter and joy mingling in the air.

"i love you too," he said, his voice muffled against your skin as he peppered your face with kisses.

[kurokawaia]

❛ Self Care ❜

Postwar!Sasuke X Fem!Reader

WC; 2k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW :: fab!fem!Reader,soft Sasuke like rlly soft and affectionate guys, body worship, reader is depicted as a medical ninja, this is so fluffy guys, use of {Y/n}, suggestive towards the end, fluff.

˚ ༘ * 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯; @lovelyandproblematic - ok since you asked and I have severe incurable Sasuke simp brain rot so if you ever need prompt ideas lmk! ty for being my fav tumblr creator rn 😍 SELF CARE SUNDAY W/ SASUKE! I’m talking face masks, eye masks, cute headbands, warm robes, and a nice candlelit bubble bath, the whole nine yards! He’d prolly never admit it but he def needs to be spoiled and might have to be forced bribed into participating (*cough* body worship? *cough*) but poor boy has been thru soo much he needs a night to relax and pls get some moisturizer on him stat! his skin must be screaming lmaooo

this is being depicted as sasuke being 19-20 years old, he's come back for a little while to Konoha from his redemption mission for a bit (he missed you :))

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"I'll see you later, Sakura!" I droned with satisfaction, giving her a one-armed hug as she did too, our arms filled with only a couple of bags while doing it.

Sakura released herself from the hug after a few seconds, still donning that warm smile plastered on her face. "See you tomorrow, yeah?" She asked.

"For what?" I replied in confusion.

"Lady Tsunade said she'd like to meet up with us," Sakura said, taking this in characteristically.

"I think she does miss us, but she doesn't say that," I said with a chuckle, leaving my glossy lips open. "I guess I should not drink too much news here tomorrow night."

"I'll see you, {Y/n}," She said while waving walking away.

"Bye, love!" I replied.

I pulled my keys from my bag and slid the key into the lock that was positioned on the traditional sliding door. With an exhausted chuck, I stepped in, slumping down on the step up into the house; slipping the ninja shoes off, placing them on the rack, seeing another pair—male pair.

I opened my lips as I started to wonder whose they might be, my heart flattered at the thought of Sasuke having to be back, its long past a day, absolutely late into the night—who knows for how long he has been back.

I nibbled on my bottom lip again. Sasuke has come to visit three times in the two years he's been out. When Sasuke came back a few months ago he said he wouldn't be coming back for a couple of years and now look at him, he's here. It's odd, I wonder if something had gone wrong?

I place my bags next to the stair case that leads up to the bedrooms.

I have yet to see Sasuke up and around our house; by now, I assume that he is soundly asleep and probably tired. I pushed the door of our bedroom open, and right in front of me is my lover, soundly sleeping in his deep sleep on our bed, with the dark blue cover across his full body as he snuggles into the sheet. It brings a sight that only brings a gentle smile across my lips.

I silently walk over to Sasuke's side of the bed. The hand itself was placed coquette-like on the cheek exposed to me. I bent down so that I could apply a warm, tender kiss to his forehead. I could feel his body easing into the touch of my hand and smiled, because even from a kiss, that feeling had been transmitted to me.

I had just started on the way to the bathroom when, literally only a moment before I could remove my hand from Sasuke's pale cheek, I was holding another hand. Turning back to look, I see Sasuke's weary eyes peering into mine, and I immediately frown in worry.

"Sorry, dear," I murmured quietly, leaning down to look into Sasuke's eye's. "I woke you."

"Don't stress," Sasuke hummed back with a tired sigh.

"'M just going to go have a shower and I'll be right back," I bumbled on, but Sasuke wouldn't let go of my hand. "Are you all right, my dear?"

Sasuke hummed in response, showing he was fine. "I won't be too long, Sasuke," I answered. "But it will take longer if you don't let me go," I added with a soft smile.

I watched Sasuke as he got up slowly, still holding my hand, his head drooping to my stomach for a moment of silence, showing he was tired. My other hand brushed the hair out of his face, and I placed a kiss at the top of his head.

"You wanna come with me?" I had said, and he had nodded his head tiredly against my stomach. "Alright."

"You go ahead, I'll be there in a second," Sasuke mumbled, drawing back from me and looking up at me with those onyx and purple eyes.

"Okay," I smiled softly, and Sasuke released his grip on my hand.

"I figured a bath would be better; you seem really tired," I hummed as I watched Sasuke slump down on the stool beside the bath, leaning his head against the wall.

I let out a sigh and turned back before going to the cabinets under the sink to grab some bath oils and some vanilla scented body soap. "My love," I muttered as I realized just how tired Sasuke is. I had no idea as to why he would be that tired, as the last few times he came back home he seemed normal.

Maybe that's it—something happened to Sasuke, and I just didn't catch it, and now he can't manage. Man, I really am a horrible girlfriend. So stupid.

I rummaged for some facial lotions and serums for myself, but such a funny thought came across my mind. Sasuke won't mind if I apply these things to his face, now would he?

A smile rose to my face, and I saw Sasuke look at me through the mirror, his expression suspicious, and I simply let out a soft giggle. Watched him shake his head and lean it back onto the wall, a small smile on his face. Well, whatever it is I'm doing sure cheers him up.

"Ah, are you hungry, love?" I asked and added salts, oils, and body lotion to the bath.

"Eh, a little bit," Sasuke mumbled.

"That means you are. What would you like for dinner? If we go outside, we could go out to a fancy restaurant. Or I can cook something," I replied sarcastically, adding an eyeroll about his small fib.

"I'll stay in," remarked Sasuke as he stood up. Heck, much to my surprise, he stood behind me, wrapped an arm around my waist, and whispered sulkily against the side of my neck, "Beef tomato curry." I smiled, but of course he couldn't see me. "Okay."

I chuckled softly. "But it's gonna take a couple of minutes. That's fine?"

"Yeah," Sasuke hummed shortly.

"Okay, then. Enter," I said, walking around gently in his arm. "I'm going to start dinner, and then I'll come in with you." Sasuke gave me a soft kiss before pulling away, his hand moving from my waist to cupping my cheek. "Don't be too long," Sasuke mumbled.

"Ten minutes, love," I said. "I just need to slice things and put them in with broth.

Back into the bathroom I went, well ten minutes later, by that time I was pretty good at cutting up a bunch of stuff in a hurry. The door slid open with a soft push, and my eyes landed on Sasuke. He was nearly asleep in the bath; at the sight, a soft smile touched my lips. My tired boy.

I peeled off my ninja clothes and stacked them next to Sasuke's grey sweats, as that was all he was wearing. I put the serums and facial creams on the rim of the bathtub before I slid into the warm water.

In forty five minutes dinner will be ready plus another ten minutes to cook the rice.

And I press myself down over Sasuke's lap and watch him open his eye, with the rim of the Rinnegan just peaking from under his fringe. My hand cups his cheek as I look down at his skin. The condition of his skin feels pretty dry. I had been planning to use my serums and my skincare anyways, but then again, Sasuke had first dibs.

I squeezed some of the serum out onto the tips of my fingers and started applying the thick liquid, brushing over his features, my fingers slipping under his fringe. I knew quite well he didn't like me pushing it up, though his nose scrunched ever so slightly when I did it, which I found rather cute.

"When did you come home?" I asked calmly.

"At about midday," he repeated. "I had hoped you'd be at home."

"I'm sorry, Love. Was out shopping," I replied, and remembered the bags downstairs; I had left them full, not only with groceries but with some new clothes.

I smoothed some of the moisturizing lotion across his face, just marveling at the beauty in front of me—it was just so flawless. "You said you wouldn't be coming back for a while," I said through a mumble, and Sasuke's hand just covered mine over his cheek.

Sasuke sighed before replying, "Nah, I wasn't feeling too well-" "What? Are you sick?" I asked, worried. My other hand went to his forehead, but I found that he did not have a fever and a temperature attack. Sasuke is acting funny. "Well," I went on, "you look tired, Sasuke. Please relax for me."

He nodded once more and began to hum as he clipped his eyes contently while I continued to clean him up. I noticed that he was actually really clean, though his skin is very dry.

"My love?" I asked as Sasuke gently opens his eyes.

"Yeah," he mumbled.

"Did you shower before I got here?"

"I would've done that," Sasuke answered. "I wasn't gonna go in bed dirty, I know how much you don't like the sheets getting dirty too fast."

'Yeah,' I smiled before letting my hands rest soft against the skin about his shoulders and neck. The quiet lasted longer than a few moments, though my lips parted and I asked again, 'Sasuke, why did you come home early? You said—you said you would be gone for a couple of years.

"I missed what home felt like," Sasuke replied and I saw the lump he swallowed in his throat.

My brows furrowed in confusion. "Don't worry, Sasuke. Home will always be here, wherever you go," I murmured, leaning my forehead against his.

"I missed my home," Sasuke repeats and I cupped his cheeks.

My lips ghosted over his as I spoke, "You're home, love."

"I want you to come with me," Sasuke said.

"What?" I said breathlessly.

"I want my home to come with me."

Understanding dawned on me. He wasn't talking about our house; Sasuke was talking about me.

His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, and I let out a small gasp. "I'll come, Sasuke," I hummed as I closed my eyes and let my lips grace his own.

He tasted like frustration and anger, but with an underlying flavor of caramel; peculiarly, that was him.

It is only the lip balm I had put on that had not made his chapped lips hurt.

I was his home, and he was doing all these wanderings, and I don't know where without it—without me.

Something in me just took over, and I kissed him. Really kissed him. I got a little animal groan from him when my tongue slipped on in. His hand moved, tightened around the back of my waist, and drew me inexorably closer into him than I already was.

Pooled heat in my stomach as Sasuke's dick pressed up at my entrance, and I let out a breathless sigh into his mouth before I pulled away. "Let me touch you," I asked as I nipped at the skin below his ear, only leaving subtle red marks in its path.

"You don't have to ask me for anything," moaned Sasuke. "Do what you want."

When they made some kind obscure noises about my thanks, my hands slid down his arms, shoulders, and toned abs. Sasukes head lolled back, leaning against the edge of the bathtub.

"You're s'beautiful," I mumbled in between breaths of me marking up the base of his neck.

His arm tightened further around my waist, and he pressed me down as much as he could to his dick, and I let out a moan against his neck, while Sasuke let out a sigh of content.

"So beautiful."

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[ahqkas]

♯ DEALER ; theodore nott

PAIRING! theodore nott x fem!ravenclaw!reader

SYNOPSIS! smoking had never interested you before but when the local dealer catches your eye, you might get the experience of a professional

WORD COUNT! 2.9k

WARNINGS AND TAGS! smoking, theo is hogwarts’ dealer, reader is inexperienced in the area of smoking, theo teaches reader how to smoke, kissing

NOTES! i do NOT promote smoking / dealing in this, it’s simply a work of fiction!

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST!

CIGARETTES, SLENDER CYLINDERS OF FINELY CUT TOBACCO WRAPPED IN PAPER, HAVE LONG HELD A FASCINATION FOR MANY. Each drag brings a mix of sensations: the initial spark and crackle as the flame meets the tip, the first inhalation that fills the lungs with a warm, almost soothing burn, and the exhalation that releases a plume of smoke, curling and dissipating into the air like whispers. The nicotine within offers a swift release, a rush that calms the nerves and sharpens the focus, although temporarily.

In the heart of Hogwarts, where the whispers of ancient stories mingled with the soft rustle of parchment, existed a sacred place of knowledge known to all as the library. To the ordinary eye, it was just a place of shelves filled with dusty books and boring atmosphere. But to those who knew where to look, was a hidden secret only some had the privilege of knowing. It was here, that Theodore Nott found his sweet spot.

Theodore Nott moved with a smooth, practiced ease. He blended in perfectly, among the towering shelves and the scent of old books. To most, he was just another student, perhaps a bit more mysterious than others. But to those who sought him out, he was a source of comfort, someone who could give them relief from the intense pressures of their magical education. A dealer.

Theo's operations were known to be like a well-choreographed dance. A subtle nod here, a quiet exchange there, all under the watchful yet unsuspecting eyes of Madam Pince. The library was the perfect place for his discreet business. It offered the privacy and anonymity that his clients needed - students from various houses looking for a way to escape their stresses.

Cigarettes, slender and neatly wrapped, were his main product to sell. Easily accessible and easily sold. Each one was more than just a tobacco roll; it was an object of escape. Theo understood the draw of that first spark, the way the flame flickered before lighting a moment of calm. He saw it in their eyes - the relief as the smoke filled their lungs and the world's worries seemed to disappear, even if just for a moment. He wasn't just selling cigarettes; he was providing a brief moment of peace.

But the Slytherin's trade wasn't limited to tobacco. For those in deeper need, he offered small vials of potions, each carefully brewed and discreetly hidden. These elixirs could calm stressed nerves or boost a tired mind, depending on what was needed. Theo got everything you could dream of.

His reputation spread quietly through whispers in common rooms and soft murmurs in the Great Hall. To some, he was a lifeline; to others, a tempting distraction. And through it all, Theodore Nott remained a mystery, a figure covered in secrecy, walking the fine line between the pursuit of knowledge and the lure of the forbidden.

He was intelligent, cunning, and unbelievably handsome. No one would suspect him for a dealer.

That boy got your interest.

You stood hidden behind a tall shelf in the back corner of the library, your heart pounding loudly in your chest as you peered through the gap between two dusty volumes of Hogwarts: History. The library was quiet, the usual hum of activity reduced to a soft whisper. You were careful to keep yourself concealed, not wanting anyone to notice your presence, least of all the Slytherin boy.

Your eyes were fixed on Theo, who was standing in a quiet corner of the library, partially hidden by the towering bookshelves. His movements were smooth and calculated as he reached into his cloak and pulled out a small vial filled with a bright blue potion. The vial shimmered under the soft light, casting an ethereal glow that caught the eye of the Hufflepuff girl standing nervously before him.

Theo handed the potion over with a calm, practiced ease, his expression unreadable. The Hufflepuff quickly slipped a handful of coins into Theo's hand, their fingers brushing briefly before the girl tucked the potion into her robes and hurried away nervously. You watched as Theo carefully counted the money,

Good to know you won't be first to approach him with those feelings.

You stepped out from the safety of your hidden place, your heart racing as you made your way towards Theo. The decision had been made in your mind - you needed those cigarettes, even though you had never smoked a single one in your entire life. The Slytherin interested you, and what was better than the idea of approaching him with a business offer?

Theo's eyes flickered up as you approached and a flicker of surprise appeared on his face before he quickly masked it by his usual calm demeanor. He had noticed you before, the pretty Ravenclaw with the fierce personality, always absorbed in your studies. You were the exact opposite of his usual clientele, and that piqued his interest. What was the Ravenclaw's good girl doing here, with him?

He watched you with a mixture of curiosity and wariness, noting the determined set of your jaw and the way your fingers clenched around the strap of your bag that clung to your shoulder. You were nervous, that much was clear, but there was also a resolve in your eyes that he couldn't ignore.

As you came to a stop before him, the faint scent of old books and parchment lingering in the air between the two of you, Theo tilted his head slightly. "[Last name]," he greeted, his voice low and smooth, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his mouth. This would be interesting. "What brings you here?"

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. "I need some cigarettes," you said, the tome of your voice firm despite the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

Theo's eyes narrowed slightly, appraising you. He had seen many students come to him for relief, but your request was something he wasn't expecting in the slightest. Still, he had watched you from afar, intrigued by your quiet determination and the air of mystery that surrounded you. Could you blame him though? You were pretty, smart, and had a flicker of fire in you.

Just Theo's type.

Your request hung in the air, tension crackling between you like static electricity. Theo's gaze softened, his expression a mixture of concern and understanding as he considered your plea. Sure, he was a dealer, but he wasn't heartless.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," he began cautiously, his silver eyes flickering over your determined expression. "You've never smoked before, have you?"

Well, that was surprising. How did he know that? You shook your head. "No, but I need something, anything."

Theo paused, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. He knew the risks of smoking, the addictive grip it could have on a person's life. Merlin, he smoked almost every single day, of course he knew. Yet, as he studied you, he couldn't not notice the desperation in your eyes - the same desperation that had driven countless others to seek him out.

But you  wanted him for something entirely different.

Finally, with a sigh, he relented, his hand reaching out to offer you the pack of cigarettes in his hold. "I'll give them to you, but only if I can share one with you," he proposed, his voice soft yet firm, insisting on it. He wouldn't take a no for an answer in this. "And I'll teach you properly how to smoke. It's not something to take lightly."

Your eyes widened in surprise, gratitude flooding your features. Your plan worked. “Thank you, Theo," you breathed out a sigh of relief. "That means a lot."

The Slytherin nodded and a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Consider it a lesson in the art of stress relief," he said with a hint of amusement in his tone. "And the pack of cigarettes? It's on the house."

Decisions are the threads that weave the fabric of our lives, guiding us along paths both familiar and unknown. Good decisions illuminate our journey of life, leading us towards fulfillment and growth. They are born from careful consideration, informed by wisdom and experience, and guided by values and aspirations. In contrast, bad decisions cast shadows upon our path, obscuring our vision and stirring doubt and regret within us. They arise from impulsivity, fear, or ignorance, leading us astray and causing pain and disappointment. Yet even in the bad decisions, there lies the potential for growth and resilience, as we learn from our mistakes and strive to make wiser choices in the future.

You wondered if asking Theo for the cigarettes was a good idea.

You stepped into the cool night air of the Astronomy Tower, the darkness enveloped you like a familiar shadow. Above, the sky stretched out, filled with millions of flicker kisses stars. The moon, a delicate crescent hanging low on the horizon, cast a gentle glow over the landscape.

You tilted your head back, your gaze drawn upward to the constellations that adorned the heavens. To your left, the recognizable figure of Orion stood out, its three bright stars forming the distinct shape of the Hunter's Belt. Nearby, the sprawling form of the Great Bear dominated the northern sky, its outline marked by the gleaming North Star. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you identified the graceful curves of Cassiopeia, the Queen of Ethiopia, her celestial throne outlined by a delicate arrangement of stars. Nearby, the Pleiades cluster sparkled like a cluster of diamonds, its seven luminous stars casting a soft glow against the night sky.

The sinuous shape of Draco, the Dragon, snaked its way across the firmament, its serpentine form twisting and turning amidst the sea of stars. You through of the person whose name matched, and hung out around Theodore Nott every day since the beginning of your years at Hogwarts.

Theodore Nott. Of course your mind would run to him.

You found yourself leaning against the worn wooden railing of the Hogwarts Astronomy Tower, the cool metal digging into your forearms as you stared down at the pack of cigarettes you had received from Theodore nestled in your hand. With a heavy sigh, you traced the embossed design on the pack with your fingertips, your thoughts drifting like wisps of smoke on the night breeze again.

You had never imagined yourself in this position, a cigarette pack in hand, contemplating the choices that had brought you to this moment. Funny how decisions were full of consequences.

Theo - the quiet boy from Slytherin who had caught your eye despite the whispers that surrounded him. He was the one who seemed to exist on the fringes of Hogwarts' social circles, yet commanded a silent respect from those who sought him out for his promised offerings.

You couldn't deny the curiosity he stirred within you, the way his piercing silver eyes seemed to hold secrets untold, and his cold presence beckoned you like a moth to a flame. Despite the stark differences between the two of you - you, the respected Ravenclaw, he, the mysterious dealer from Slytherin - there was an undeniable pull between you, a magnetic force that defied logic and reason of the question: why?

Opposites attract, they say, and you couldn't help but wonder if there was truth to the saying.

Before you could react any further, Theodore Nott appeared beside you, his presence as silent and mysterious as ever. The faint scent of tobacco and earthy cologne trailed behind him. He smelled nice.

Without a word, he materialized a slender cigarette from his pocket, the tip ready to glow with a soft ember by the time he placed it in the corner of his mouth. He held the cigarette between his fingers and without breaking eye contact, he spoke in a low, calm voice, guiding you through the new experience with a patience you hadn't expected.

"First, hold it like this," Theo instructed, gently placing the cigarette between your fingers, positioning it just right. His touch was light, almost fleeting, but enough to send a spark of fire through you. You mimicked his hold, feeling the slightly rough texture of the cigarette paper against your skin. Theo's fingers lingered briefly over yours, adjusting your grip until he was satisfied.

"Now, bring it to your lips."

You felt a nervous tremor in your chest as you positioned the cigarette between your lips, its unfamiliar weight resting delicately. The cool night air brushed against your skin, but all you could focus on was Theo, standing close enough that you could see the slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. His eyes, sharp and penetrating, never left yours, holding your gaze with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. How could a man be this beautiful?

Theo raised his wand, the tip glowing softly. "Hold still," he murmured, his voice low and steady. You complied, your breath hitching in the back of your throat as the wand's flame drew nearer.

He leaned in, his fingers brushing your cheek as he steadied the cigarette. The moment stretched out, and with a flick of his wand, the tip of the cigarette ignited, the flame casting a warm, flickering light over your face. It felt oddly comforting.

"Now, take a slow, deep inhale," Theo instructed, his eyes never wavering from yours. The flame's glow highlighted the depths of his gaze, making the moment feel both surreal and intimate.

You did as he said, drawing the smoke into your mouth. The initial harshness made your eyes water, but Theo's unwavering gaze kept you grounded.

"Relax," he whispered, his voice a soothing sound to your nerves. "You're doing fine."

As you exhaled, your shoulders relaxed as well, the initial discomfort easing into something more manageable. Theo's proximity made the experience less daunting.

"Again," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "Slow and steady."

You gave him a nod, your eyes still locked onto his as you took another drag, this time more controlled, more assured. The smoke filled your lungs, and as you exhaled, you felt a strange sense of accomplishment. Theo's lips curved into a small, approving smile, a silent acknowledgment of your progress and your heart skipped a beat.

Just as you started to feel more confident in your actions, Theo reached out, his fingers brushing against yours as he took the cigarette from your hand.

With a deft movement, he placed it between his own lips, a smirk playing on his face. Your breath hitched as you watched him, your eyes drawn to the way his lips curved around the cigarette. The pink lipgloss you had carefully applied earlier left a delicate mark on the paper, and now Theo's lips were tasting the gloss.

His eyes glinted with amusement as he took a slow, deliberate drag, inhaling deeply. The ember flared briefly, casting a warm glow over his features, highlighting the sharp angles of his face, making him look like an angel. As he exhaled, the smoke curled and twisted in the air between the two of you, dissipating into the night.

He removed the cigarette and examined it, his thumb tracing the faint outline of your lipgloss. The smirk on his lips grew more pronounced, a blend of amusement and something deeper, something almost appreciative. He turned his gaze back to you, the intensity of his stare making your pulse quicken.

"Interesting choice," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, the words punctuated by a cloud of smoke. His eyes flickered to your lips, then back to the cigarette, the smirk never leaving his face. "Pink suits you."

Without fully understanding what compelled you in the moment, you felt yourself drawn towards Theo, the world around you fading into a blur. You leaned in, the distance between you closing in a heartbeat. The night air seemed to hold its breath as you moved, your focus entirely on Theo's face, his smirk fading into a look of surprise.

Your lips met his with a gentle urgency, capturing the soft, teasing smile that had been playing on his mouth like it was nothing. The cigarette fell from his fingers, forgotten as his hands moved to cup your face, the coolness of his skin contrasting with the warmth of your own.

The kiss deepened, and you felt the soft flutter of his eyelashes at the apples of your cheeks.

When the two of you finally broke apart, breathless and wide-eyed, the night air seemed to rush back in, filling the space between you. Your heart raced, your mind reeling from what you had just done. You searched Theo's eyes for a reaction, finding a mix of surprise and something that looked remarkably like admiration.

Neither of you spoke for a moment, the silence stretching out, filled with unasked questions and unspoken answers. Theo's smirk returned, softer this time, as he ran a thumb over your cheek, brushing away a stray lock of hair.

"Well, that was unexpected."

You nodded, your own lips curving into a shy smile. "I don't know what came over me," admitting, your voice barely held the tone of a whisper.

Theo's gaze softened, his fingers lingering on your soft lips. "I'm glad you did it," he said quietly, the words hanging in the air between you.

Tonight had changed everything, and you couldn't wait to see where this path would lead. After all, the consequences of your actions didn't disappoint and you would be a fool to let the aftermath of it go.

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[lowkeycasanova]

can't sleep

trafalgar law x reader

*Pic isn’t mine. I’d put the user but I can’t make out the watermark*

Opening your eyes to the ceiling, you then glance over at the clock.

1:32 am

The soft rustle of the sheets echoed through the room as you shifted from your back to your side. The mattress molded to your figure and you closed your eyes.

Your eyes flutter open and again you glance at the clock.

1:47 am

What? How has it only been fifteen minutes? It felt like at least an hour since you closed your eyes.

Feeling pressure on your hip as you laid, you changed your position to your other side, flexing both knees up, and lazily crossed both arms over on another so they rested on your waist and closed your eyes.

Just for them to open again. You glance over your shoulder at the clock.

2:30 am

You sighed. Taking a peek at Law, a slight fown and furrow in his brows as he rested in his back. His chest rose and fell evenly with each breath. A reminder of the sleep you wish to have.

You then pivot to lay on your stomach with your hands on the pillow. You shut your eyes in an attempt to force yourself to sleep.

2:57 am

You've got to be fucking kidding.

Not even a whole hour passed away, you just laid there with your eyes closed, staring at the darkness behind your eyelids.

You twisted and turned in the bed, adjusting your position for what felt like the thousandth time trying to get comfortable.

Each second that passed echoed the persistent restlessness of your mind. Letting your thoughts roam free was never a good idea, especially at this time of night. It would make you feel more awake. One thing would lead to another and then all of a sudden you're thinking about every mistake you've ever made.

Changing your position again, you lay on your side with your back facing Law, staring at the wall a few feet away.

Unexpectedly, you felt a pair of strong arms encircle your waist.

"Stop moving." Law mumbled.

Knowing that you inadvertenly woke him up made you feel guilty.

His embrace was comforting but knowing him, it was probably also to keep you still. You tried to allow his presence to soothe you, but unfortunately, the discomfort you felt was stubborn, promting you to release yourself from his hold.

Quietly, you slipped out of bed, treading lightly across the room as if to not disturb him further. In search of solace, you wandered to another part of the ship.

However, just as you contemplated your next move, the air around you rippled with energy. Before you could make sense of it, you found yourself back in the bedroom. It remained unchanged, except for the fact that Law was now sitting up.

"Whatever you're planning, it's going to keep you up." he warned.

You let out an soft, yet annoyed groan. That ability of his could be a nuisance.

Technically, he was right. Doing any sort of activity is going to make your body think it should be alert. And, he doesn't want to sleep without you there. Although he will never say that.

As you considered your options, he let out a sigh.

"Come back to bed." he stated and patted the space next to him. The temptation to argue was strong, but you saw the concern in his eyes.

Reluctantly, you shuffled back to bed, slipping under the covers and finding your place next to him. He resumed his previous position, wrapping his arms around you once more.

“Are you upset about something?" He asked. You shook your head 'no'.

"Try to rest." he whispered, his voiced mixed with understanding and a hint of frustration. "I won't be able to sleep properly if I know you're wandering around the ship."

"I'm trying." you sighed, letting out a breath in an attempt to calm your pounding heart. Maybe some unknown factor was causing you stress and the increased cortisol was keeping you up.

Law pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his grip gentle yet secure. "Close your eyes and relax. I'm here."

As the minutes passed, the rhythm of his breathing intertwined with yours, creating a peaceful melody that pulled you into a state of relaxation.

[omkookie]

♡⁠˖[ Denial. | Dantalian]♡⁠˖

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, Restraints, blindfolds, temperature play, impact play/whipping. Spitting, orgasm denial, a little bit of blood.

Dantalian, ever the thrill seeker, was beyond elated to be your partner for tonight. He could barely contain himself every time you did something to him. Blindfold him? Oh! That makes him feel even more excited for what you’re about to do to him next. Chain him? That’s some big kinkster type of shit. He wasn’t expecting you to do that the first time you’re together, but it’s reeeaaally hot!

He’s so excited, He keeps on blabbering and cheering you on. Do whatever you want to do to him next, do more, do it harder, faster, rougher, mess him up.

He’s smiling as you push an ice cube over his hard pink nipples, shivering as the frozen cube melts and leaves behind a wet trail. Your warm mouth which was so hot compared to the cube licked up all of the drops of water, your hot tongue wrapping around his nipples, and sucking before you let them go with a loud ‘pop’.

Much to his confusion, you pull away and suddenly leave him. A long while of silence passes, and he gets anxious.

“MC? Why’d you stop?” He calls out.

“...huh…MC??” He says your name again.

“MC? MC? Are you there?”

“MC where did you go? Why’d you stop?”

“MC, come back!”

He calls your name out desperately, over and over again. How could you leave him? Did you actually leave him? You didn’t….right? He’s starting to worry you actually left him, but this must be a part of your play, right?

He wiggles around, trying to get out of his binds, but it’s useless. He can’t break out of the chains.

Dantalian sighs in resignation, his dissatisfaction and frustration audible in his disappointed breath. He stops moving around, and wonders what he should do. Suddenly, a whip hits him, and he screams.

You grinned down at him as you stroked his reddened chest, running your whip over his skin so he shudders. “MC! Oh.. oh, thank lord Asmodeus- I- I thought you actually left. I was starting to worry..” He trails off as he feels the whip running over his body, the cool leather making him shiver and his dick twitch.

“Really? I thought you knew I was going to play with you all night.” You say before striking him again, the whiplash making him flinch as the skin on his chest felt like it was burning.

“Oh..fuck you hit hard” He mewls, biting his lip. His dick twitched again, pressing against the restraining fabric of his pants.

“Oh, you look so pathetic down here” You chuckled and groped him, rubbing his erection as his legs quivered. His legs shook, wanting to shut close but being unable to because of the spreading bar they were attached to. “MC, please- don’t tease me” He whines, “MC please make me cum, you’ve already denied me so many times- AARGH!!” He cut off with a scream at the end as you hit him.

You were ruthless by all means, your hand pinching and pulling on his nipple while you whipped him. His body jerked every time you hit him, a brand new red bruise appearing on his white skin until it eventually started bleeding. Your tongue licked up the drop of blood, and he inhaled sharply.

Dantalian was panting by the end of it, his whole body twitching as he stuck his tongue out for you to spit on. His red face, covered with a completely fucked look on it was still looking up at you desperately. “Now, please?” He begs softly while you rip the blindfold off of him and spit in his mouth. He swallows quietly, biting his lip again when your hand strokes his horn. You were touching him anywhere but the place he wanted you to touch the most.

Just how many times did you stop him from ejaculating..? 3? No…5?

His eyes were rolling to the back of his skull, and he felt ecstatic once again when you rubbed his horns.

You were going to rob him of yet another release…

[bnuuys-writing]

Naga!Jamil x Reader x Roc!Kalim

Omg hiiii, its been a while everyone since i wrote something but here's the first part to something that's been pecking my brain for a while! Sorry its not the update for Vil's Moving Castle, i think im going to scrap it and rewrite it when I have more time.

This is only the FIRST part! I plan on writing a second part whenever i have free time again. Ive been picking away at this for a few weeks now. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

~BnuuyOut!

Well. This isn't how you imagined you'd die. Being cornered by a larger snake-like creature to where there was no escape in sight unless you'd like to jump straight into his fangs…

Let's start this over again, how did you even get in this situation again?

The weather was warm as you entered the freezing cold building. A weird zoo-like research laboratory where you were under contract to work for free because of how gracious your professor was… Ass… You sighed slightly as you tugged on the free lab coat that your professor offered to you that had holes in every pocket, and was that… Dried stains of spaghetti sauce? Ugh. Shaking your head slightly as you made your way to the cafeteria and quietly sat down near the back, waiting to see if this is something you'd have to leave immediately and never return back to, free or not. Minutes passed as others started to file into the room, chitter chatter filling up the room only for a certain crack of a whip to silence the audience within seconds.

“Welcome pups, to your first hybrid meeting of how to be a caretaker!” A man walked out, two dalmatians hounding at each side of him as two others seemed to wheel in cages covered with curtains.

“For those who don't know what you signed up for, which is absolutely idiotic if you didn't read the full internship form, this is a place where we find the extraordinary creatures, house them, and research them before safely releasing them back from whence they came!” The man had a puffy black and white coat, fur lined it seemed from your assumptions as it was just as beautiful as his personality. Rough.

“For those who do not know me! I am your new Professor, your new internship coworker. But more like your boss. If I find out one of you pups messed up something with what is mine, you will be expelled immediately.” Another crack of the whip caused some to flinch at the sound as he continued to ramble on. Yet, your gaze trailed off of him to the cages where you could've sworn you heard something rattling… Like a rattle maybe? Lowering your head just slightly in hopes of catching a small peek, you could only feel yourself tense up in your seat when you saw a glow of slitted eyes shine back at you for just a second. As for what was underneath the curtain, you couldn't figure out just yet. 

Though, snapping your gaze back to your new professor, he continued to speak about how all the students will be assigned to areas that, if they are lucky, will like. If not, they are more than happy to drop out, as for volunteering for a section? It will be all yours, if not with some partners will be either voluntold to join. A large shake at the cage on the left caused everyone to jump in their seats as Professor Crewel seemed to snicker at everyones reactions to the rattling cage. 

“This is our Roc, a creature that hunts over the seas, capturing up sailors from their ships and being able to lift up an elephant in its adult years. Though this one is smaller, only for containment reasons, its adult size was a little harder to capture yet, this one seemed to fit into the snare just like a glove.” Crewel states out as he ripped off the curtain of the cage, a large looking hybrid of a man and a bird, with white dazzling feathers and hair seeming to coat its body. Although it was impressively large, it didn't seem all too aggressive towards everyone, seeming all too delighted in seeing the new faces… Unless you were wrong and it was just looking at who was going to be its next snack. A louder hiss could be heard as Crewel stepped closer to the cage holding what was so called a ‘Roc’ only for the man to seem a big smug at the reaction.

“Now, before anyone can start placing bids on who wants to work with our Roc here, you must come to learn that this Roc comes with another. Although, he is always in a sour mood, they seem to be in some sort of a pact of service to each other. While one leaves peacefully and unbothered, this–” Nothing could stop the gasps of students as the curtain was ripped off of the second cage only for a very, very, pissed looking snake like creature to be staring right at Crewel, its tail flicking with its rattle to try and scare off the Professor. 

“--Creature, comes with it. This is a Naga, and as for its design and pattern, they come together in a pair. So! Who is willing to work with our Roc and Naga?” Professor Crewel stated as the naga creature seemed to turn its body towards the crowd and hiss violently, venom spitting out from its large fangs and dripping down the metal bars of its enclosure, causing it to steam just slightly. 

Silence filled the room. So quiet that you swore, you could almost hear a pin drop within the auditorium. 

“No offers? Our Roc seemed very well trained, and always seems excited to have new fresh blood in the enclosure with him. You’ll just have to try your luck in not getting stuck with our Naga here while you are around the Roc.” Crewel hummed out only for his gaze to land upon you. The only one not diverting your gaze from him. While the other students seemed to look upon the walls with such wonder, some already leaving the auditorium and dropping out from the course, and others seemingly looking sick as they looked upon the angry looking Naga with fear. 

“Ah, you. With the (H/C) and stained labcoat.” Fuck you Crewel. Slowly standing up, dread filling your heart as you heard some others around you, whispering thanks for not being chosen to be their handlers.

“I see great promise with you with these two…” Crewel hummed out with a smirk, as he nodded his head. Oh, how wonderful.

A month had passed since that moment in the auditorium, you had teammates until they all dropped out one by one as they learned more and more about the Roc and Naga together. It seemed from what the researchers had learned about them is that when the Roc lay their eggs and have to go hunting across the seas to pickup sailors for their meals, the nagas were left behind to obey and serve the children until their parents came back. Then came the story on how they captured the Roc and Naga here in the building. The Roc children has been learning how to fly, and the Naga had to follow their every movement so that they wouldn't become the next meal for them. Apparently the Roc in captivity fell from the sky right into the trap, and the Naga has been trying to free him when they were found only for both of them to get sedated and brought back to the research facility.

After observing how handlers dealt with them as well, you began to learn their patterns in making sure that you wont die once you step foot into the enclosure… Like today.

“Alright pup, go ahead on in there, and feed them. Remember, don't look the Naga in his eye, and try to stay over foliage so that the Roc doesn't scoop you up where you stand. Put everything we taught you into action.” And with a crude shove and a loud bang. Professor Crewel really was cruel in some ways, you supposed… Shoving you into the enclosure and shutting the door tight. 

Nevertheless. You were now in the warm enclosure. Alone. Minus two pairs of hungry eyes watching your every movement.

You were careful in your step, making sure to stay under the treeline and foliage in hopes of not getting swooped up by the large bird man. As well avoiding any droppings or anything that you might've mistaken as a snake tail. Buckets in each hand as you traversed the area smoothly, making sure to count your steps just in case you had to make a run for the door and memorizing where you were… Just in case…

You could see their food bowl essentially, a large stone carved into a bowl-like structure with a flowing manmade river for them to get fresh water. The only downfall was that the tree that usually hung over the bowl had fallen due to a storm a few days prior… So your only guardrail was missing. And these guys were hungry… 

“Alright.. You can do this… Show no fear and they'll have no reason to hurt you… Have confidence in your steps…” You whispered to yourself as you took a shaky step forward into the light of the day, no longer under the shady canopy protecting you from the Roc. With another step, you were getting closer and closer to the food bowl without any issues. Just as you neared closer and closer, movement in the corner of your eye was caught as you couldn't help but turn around just slightly… Ever so slowly in hopes of not pissing off whatever was there. 

Slitted eyes bore right into your eyes as you could feel the entrancing pull once again. Slowly, the world around you began to grow darker and darker, all you could see were these entrancing eyes, almost as if beckoning you closer with how they memorized you. Taking slow steps forward, a crack of a tree branch sounded way too close to you as this seemed to snap you out of whatever hypnotism the naga was performing on you. Taking a large intake of breath as you averted your eyes away from the snake man, only to throw it up to see a grinning feathery face a little too close to yours.

A hiss is what snapped you out from your trance from looking at the Roc creature. Shit. Without a second to spare, you ducked back under the foliage as you could feel your heartbeat pounding against your chest as your feet thudded against the ground roughly in hopes of retracing your steps. Yet, in your adrenaline flurry rush, you found yourself in a corner against one of the rocky mountains. Turning around to try and find another escape, you were met face to face with a very angry looking reptilian man. The naga, fuck.

Back pinned against the rocky surface, you could feel the forked tongue flicking out against your cheek as you avoided looking in his eyes at all cost, knowing it would cause certain death. 

Well, either way. This isn't how you'd expect how you'd die.

You could feel the hot breath ever looming closer and closer to you. Yep, even with those buckets of food, you know snakes prefer live meals… Meals that still has their blood pumping with adrenaline as they know they are being hunted down. As you felt death looming close to your neck, inching ever closer before a loud thump could be heard overhead as you were suddenly lifted up by two arms… Two feathery arms.

Blinking your eyes open, looking at the height you are being held over. The Roc, having lifted you up into his arms as he had landed on the mountain. The naga, seeming pissed as the Roc has just taken his meal, began to hiss loudly which… Sllliiggttllyy? Sounded like some type of serpent tongue?

Gripping onto the arms of the Roc, he began to chirp quite loudly into your ear as he squeezed you even tighter in his arms, a bright large smile on his face as his ruby eyes were looking down at the brown eyed naga… So his eyes weren't red, maybe that's when he was trying to hypnotize his prey..? This all seemed too much as you could feel yourself losing precious air by how tight the roc was holding you in his feathered arms. In your losing state of consciousness, you could've sworn you could understand them for just a second.

“Kalim! You know better than to snatch prey from me! That was supposed to be OUR meal!”

“But Jammiillll! They were just so cute, I couldn't just let you kill them!! You should've seen how surprised they were to see me up so close!”

“It doesn't matter, Kalim. Drop them before you get seriously hurt. They don't take too kindly to you holding our feeders.” 

As your mind slowly slipped into a state of consciousness, you could've sworn you heard a yell of Professor Crewel as you're lifted up into the air where sleep took you quickly in your state.

[secretlovelygarden]

Elriel in ACOFAS

• “You honestly think he’d ever give up truth-teller?”

“He gave it to Elain,” Mor said, admiring a moonstone necklace in the counter’s glass case.

“She gave it back,” I amended, failing to block out the image of the black blade piercing through the king of Hybern’s throat, but Elain had given it back - - had pressed it into Azriel’s hands after the battle, just as he had pressed it into her hands before. and then walked away without looking back.

Mor hummed to herself.

•“Send Lucien, then, as our human emissary.”

I studied the tenseness in Azriel’s shoulders, the shadows veiling half of him from the sunlight. “Lucien is away right now.”

Az’s brows rose. “Where?”

I winked at him. “You’re my spymaster. Shouldn’t you know?”

Az crossed his arms, face as elegant and cold as the legendary dagger at his side. “i don’t make a point of looking after his movements.”

“Why?”

Not a flicker of emotion. “He is Elain’s mate.”

I waited.

“It would be an invasion of her privacy to track him.”

To know when and if Lucien sought her out. what they did together.

“You sure about that?” I asked quietly.

Azriel’s siphons guttered, the stones turning as dark and foreboding as the deepest sea.

“Where did Lucien go?”

• “And you?” I made myself say. “Are you - all right?”

Elain looked over a shoulder at me as we entered the foyer then turned left - to the dining room. In the sitting room across the way, all conversation halted at the smell of food.

“Why wouldn’t I be all right?” she asked, a smile lighting up her face. I’d seen those smiles before, on my own damn face. [… ] Azriel emerged from the sitting room, a glass of wine in hand and wings tucked back to reveal his fine, yet simple black jacket and pants. I felt, more than saw, my sister go still as he approached. Her throat bobbed.

• I strode to my seat - nestled between Amren and Mor - in time to see Elain say to Azriel, “Hello.”

Az said nothing.

No, he just moved toward her.

Mor tensed beside him.

But Azriel only took Elain’s heavy dish of potatoes from her hands, his voice soft as night as he said, “Sit. I’ll take care of it.”

Elain’s hands remained in midair, as if the ghost of the dish remained between them. with a blink, she lowered them and noticed her apron. “I-I’ll be right back,” she murmured, and hurried down the hall before I could explain that no one cared if she showed up to dinner covered in flour and that she could just sit. Azriel set the potatoes in the center of the table, Cassian diving right in. Or he tried to. One moment, his hand was spearing toward the serving spoon. The next, it was stopped, Azriel’s scarred fingers wrapped around his wrist. “Wait,” Azriel said, nothing but command in his voice.

Mor gaped wide enough that I was certain the half-chewed green beans in her mouth were going to tumble onto her plate. Amren just smirked over the rim of her wine glass. Cassian gawked at him. “Wait for what? Gravy?”

Azriel didn’t let go. “Wait until everyone is seated before eating.”

[…]

“I never knew you were a stickler for manners, Az.”

Azriel only released Cassian’s hand, and stared at his wine glass.

Elain swept in, apron gone and hair rebraided. […]

But Cassian waited until Elain had filled her plate before he took another scoop of anything. As did the others.

• Beyond the windows, darkness had indeed fallen. the longest night of the year. I found Elain studying it, beautiful in her amethyst-colored gown. I made to move toward her, but someone beat me to it. The shadowsinger was clad in a black jacket and pants similar to Rhysand’s - the fabric immaculately tailored and built to fit his wings. He still wore his siphons atop either hand, and shadows trailed his footsteps, curling like swirled embers, but there was little sign of the warrior otherwise. Especially as he gently said to my sister, “Happy solstice.”

• “Az, this one’s for you.”

The shadowsinger’s brows lifted, but his scarred hand extended to take the present.

Elain turned from where she’d been speaking to Nesta. “Oh, that’s from me.”

Azriel’s face didn’t so much as shift at the words. not even a smile as he opened the present and revealed -

“I had Madja make it for me,” Elain explained, Azriel’s brows narrowed at the mention of the family’s preferred healer. “It’s a powder to mix in with any drink.”

Silence.

Elain bit her lip and then smiled sheepishly. “It’s for the headaches everyone always gives you, since you rub your temples so often.”

Silence again.

Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughed. I’d never heard such a sound, deep and joyous. Cassian and Rhys joined him, the former grabbing the glass bottle from Azriel’s hand and examining it. “Brilliant,” Cassian said.

Elain smiled again, ducking her head.

Azriel mastered himself enough to say, “Thank you.” I’d never seen his hazel eyes so bright, the hues of green amid the brown and gray like veins of emerald. “This will be invaluable.”

• It was three by the time the others went to bed. by the time Cassian returned, quiet and brooding, and knocked back a glass of liquor before stalking upstairs. Mor followed him, worry dancing in her eyes. Azriel and Elain remained in the sitting room, my sister showing him the plans she’d sketched to expand the garden in the back of the town house, using the seeds and tools my family had given her tonight.

No wonder antis “recommend” to skip ACOFAS

[absoluteloser64]

james sunderlands leg kink??

when I'm going to bed at night I think of these scenarios and write them the next day within 1 hour, don't expect good quality porn lmao NOT PROOFREAD content warning: somnophillia :p

she was crying her eyes out next to him, the girl he found in the fog. both of them covered in the gore from the monsters outside.

her wooly jumper having being nervously picked at was coming loose at the threads, her nails stained red from biting them so hard. eyes all red and puffy, she was the definition of helpless.

clinging onto his arm, as her sobs never seemed to cease. and although he pitied her, and wanted to save her from this hellscape she found herself in. he couldn't tear his eyes away from her legs.

those gorgeous legs were laid flat, quivering against the rotten floorboards, slender and clean. untouched from blood that had dried itself on them. a miracle considering that short skirt she was wearing.

he didn't even know her name, she was frightened, and needed his protection. but he could bearly tear his eyes away or his mind from these thoughts, these godawful lust filled thoughts.

he squeezed his eyes shut, licking his dry lips and reminded himself of why he was here in Silent Hill, for the love of his life. squeezing his picture of her that laid in his jacket pocket. thinking of how sweetly she will call his name when they meet again.

feeling calmer and realising how quiet the dark room they were hiding in had become, he slowly opened his eyes, seeing her asleep on his shoulder with her legs curled up towards her, and closer to him.

she must know. how can she not? this temptation felt biblical...

he listened to her breathing pattern, even and calm, she felt safe around him.. but she shouldn't of. he grit his teeth in disgust at himself, however he couldn't help but timidly place his large hand against her thigh.

and god did that slight touch send a bolt of pleasure right through him, he let out a quiet sigh of relief, keeping his hand still. admiring the soft suppleness..how his palm covers more than the width of her upper leg, he could just break it..

he squeezes the flesh without a second thought, but hearing a hitch in her breathing causes his hand to fly back in fear that he had been caught. yet she still slept ever so soundly.

the print of his hand blemished her skin beautifully and he almost drooled at how easily she marked. feeling his pants become tight at the sight.

'like a peach' he thought in his lust clouded mind, two fingers leaving his clenched fist to lightly brush against her leg. stroking from her kneecap, all around down towards his handprint, tracing the large mark with his fingernail, wishing to dig it into her plush muscle to leave a permanent reminder of him.

he quietly moaned aloud at the thought, yet she was still in her deep slumber. his desperate mind justified his actions as he proceeded to unbutton his jeans, freeing his bulge from it's tight cage.

his thick cock was pointed, red raw and needy. It had been so long since he had last seen himself so erect. it had felt impossible after Mary's....passing.

he shoved those feelings to the back of his mind as he brushed the precum off and onto her thigh admiring how it glistened in the little amount of moonlight they were granted in the room.

he began stroking his penis in tandem with his other hand, featherlight on her leg, rough and hard on his dick, his hand turning white at the pressure.

thrusting upwards into his hand he could just imagine fucking those legs, in between her plump thighs, covering them in his cum over and over again.

he let out a loud growl as he released all over her legs, eyes rolling into the back of his head as it spurted out incessantly. thick and gloopy, visibly showing how long it had been since he last came.

regret filled him immediately as he stared at his mess and her. how could he have done this to her..he thought as his penis began to twitch at the sight of her marked thighs, craving another go while this could last.

he sighed, and rubbed his cum around her soft skin, swirling it around, thanking the lord she was still asleep..

so helpless, he smiled.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dirty Work 28

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: lmaooooo this is my ultimate mental breakdown in fic form.

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Mr. Laufeyson's grip on your wrist grows tighter as he drags you to the stairs. You stumble after him as he ascends, haughtily keeping a step ahead as you struggle to keep up. As you get to the top, you latch onto his arm, trying to slow him. He ignores you as the heels you still wear scuff on the floor.

"Mr. Laufeyson," you murmur.

"Be quiet," he snaps, "you are not to speak."

He marches into the bedroom and yanks you in after him. He kicks the door shut as he points you to the bed. You gulp and sit at the foot, meekly staring at the toes of the beige heels.

"I want you to listen and understand me." He begins, "look at me."

Your eyes flick up and you clench your jaw tight. 

"That is not suitable behaviour. I don't care how much you've imbibed, you are not to touch or be touched by anyone but me. That is our agreement, yes?"

You nod as your lower lip pokes out just a little.

"I really want you to hear me," he steps closer, bending to meet your eye line, "I do not tolerate disloyalty and it will not be forgiven a second time."

"Mr. Laufeyson," you croak, "I didn't... I didn't kiss her, she kissed me--"

"And you let her," he sneers, "you are not some helpless fawn. We are past that, yes? You cannot go on letting yourself be passed around like a used toy."

You recoil, pouting deeper at the pang in your chest. Isn't that what he's done? What he continues to do? To use you?

His cheek ticks and he blinks, tension releasing as the stitch between his brows eases. He stands straight, hands on his hips and sighs, "don't look at me like that."

"Like what?" You babble in a wobbly voice.

"Don't," he points at you.

"I'm not doing anything," you nearly sob.

"I will not feel sorry for you, quit it. You are the one who's done wrong."

You bat your lashes. You don't understand. You're just sitting there.

"You won't make me feel bad for your misdeeds," he turns and paces to the side, stopping as he looks back at you again, "stop."

You shake your head and look around.  You lower your chin and swing your feet over the side of the bed. You watch them bounce, feeling the springs below you. He huffs as he spins and continues his agitated cycle back and forth. You peek up at him as his lips move in silent monologue.

He's kind of silly when you think of it. So uptight and yet you've seen that other side of him. Almost desperate, like a puppy begging for a treat. You don't know why you didn't see it sooner. But now, he mopes like a dog cast outside.

You giggle. Quietly at first, and it gets louder, tickling up your throat. He stops and faces you, tilting his head curiously.

"What?" He hisses.

One last guffaw bubbles up and you cover your mouth. You shake your head and wiggle your shoulders, "nothing."

"Something must be amusing."

"Nothing," you repeat, "Mr. Laufeyson," you drop your hand, cheeks still bulbed in a barely restrained smile, "I promise, I just... I feel funny."

"Mmm, yes, wine," he tisks, "let's not venture down that road often."

You let out another snort and stop yourself. You cringe at him, showing your teeth, "sorry."

"What are you laughing at?" He narrows his eyes.

"It is only... you're so proper but... but you're not really," your lips tug at the sides as your skin burns. You shouldn't have said it aloud.

"Not proper?" He echoes and nears you again, thumbs hooking in his pants pockets, "what about me isn't proper?"

You shrug and look away. You don't say anything. It isn't one thing, really.

He hums and it deepens to a growl. Suddenly, he grabs your chin and forces your head straight. He makes you look at him as he bends, "you're not incorrect. I can be... improper."

He shoves you down to your back and you gasp. In an instant, he pushes your legs apart with his and kneels on the mattress. He leans over you as his hand firms on your throat.

"Especially," he touches the flouncy fabric around your thighs, "when you wear skirts like this."

"Mr. Laufeyson," you breathe.

He grins as his eyes sparkle like gems, "oh yes, I am feel very improper," he tugs the fabric from under his knees, "so improper, it hurts."

He slips his hand under your skirt and your thighs twitch, "it throbs and I can hardly control myself as I ache to let out all those improper thoughts." He pushes two fingers against your cotton panties and you squeak, "to unleash them upon your soft flesh," he pushes against you, prodding firm so pressure tingle in your core, "to delve..." he leans in closer, "deep inside."

"Mr..." you begin, pushing on his shoulders, "please..."

"Where was all this when she was on you, hm?" He snarls as his nose brushes yours, "I dare say, you enjoy playing the little slut."

You gasp and clasp the fabric of his shirt. He presses his lips to yours, smothering you as you squirm helplessly. His tongue invades your mouth and you nearly choke. His fingers rub your panties, building heat in your flesh. You writhe, splayed under him as he rocks his pelvis against the back of his hand.

You whimper around his tongue, trapped beneath him as you grasp at his sleeves and push on his chest. He won't budge. You close your eyes, trying to calm your nerves, trying to give in. That's what you're supposed to do so why can't you?

His hips tilts harder into his hand as he continues to tease you, the burning sensation turns tingly as a moan slips from you. You arch your back as your body tenses. You can't help but long for more as a fullness consumes you, building as he swirls his fingers faster and faster. The bed shakes with his frantic motion as his mouth slips down your cheek.

He puffs and growls against your earlobe. You whine as you bend your legs, digging the heels into the blankets without a care. The feeling is too much, unlike anything you've felt before, more than you ever inspired in your aimless explorations of yourself.

He groans and nuzzles into your neck, nipping as he grows more raucous in his tending. Simulating more as he teethes and sucks at your skin. He bites down on the muscle of your shoulder as your breath grows rampant and you moan and murmur.

He unlatches from you and rasps into your skin, "that's it, pet." His breath dampens the crook of your neck, "must I remind you who you belong to?"

You gulp and hiccup, the fluttering of your core turning to a vibrant thrum. You squeak as you feel a snap inside and you spasm as you crest the peak. You dig your fingertips into his chest as you ride the thrilling high and slowly come down, going limp as his touch relents, thought his hand lingers between your legs.

He lifts his head, his hair askew, and frames your face with his longer fingers. His nostrils flare as he hovers his lips just above yours, "you are mine, pet, don't forget again."

He nips your lower lip before consuming you in another greedy kiss. You're too dizzy, drunk, and dumb to stop him.

✨

Mr. Laufeyson leaves you as you are, legs bent over the end of the bed, dazed and staring at the ceiling. It's slightly degrading but you're too weak to move. Too stunned by what he did. By how it felt.

It's a good thing isn't it, to enjoy it too. It should be and yet, you can't help but doubt everything. Him, especially. You don't trust yourself to trust him. Once he has everything he wants, will he even care? That question stings and has you sitting up.

You fold over your lap and groan. Your head hurts.

You have no delusions. You're not special. You'll never be that. Heck, your own father doesn't even want you. Stop. It's just the alcohol getting to you.

You stand and the skirt falls straight. Your eyes droop heavily. You could fall asleep on your feet. You go to the window and peer out at the front lawn, you see the end of Ronan's truck just past the eaves. You haven't even said hello. It's Monday and you haven't even started cleaning!

You go to the door but the handle doesn't turn. You wiggle it, jiggling the door as you try to rip it out of the frame. Not again! You hit the door with your fist but think better of yelling. Mr. Laufeyson can't expect much if he's going to keep you locked up.

You back away and turn to the room. You look around. Like really take it in, every inch. You recall the first day you walked up to this place, it seemed so magical and fantastical. The first mansion you'd ever seen up close. Then the inside, even more amazing. It still is but you never really took the time to appreciate it. There was always something to distract you.

And you live here now. Kind of. For a while, at least.

Doubt swirls around you. What happens after? This won't last forever. What then? Of course, you can't stay. You'll go back and apologise to your dad, things can be what they were. Or close to. Your dad will always be your dad.

Thinking just makes your head pulse. So you try not to. You return to the window and stare out, longing to go down and smell the flowers, touch the lush leaves waving in the wind. To just pretend for a little bit that you're free.

✨

You barely remember sitting down or falling asleep. You wake on the edge of the bed, curled up facing the window as the sun sets beyond. You hug yourself in the dim light and blink away the sleep in your eyes.

There's a soft scratch from behind you. You notice the door is open and peer over your shoulder cautiously. Mr. Laufeyson sits against the headboard, his eyes pinpointed on the book in his hands. You gasp as he arches a brow.

"Um," you gurgle and roll onto your back, stiffly sitting up, "Mr. Laufeyson."

"Ah, there she is," he says dryly without looking away from the pages.

"I'm sorry, I..." 

"Yes, yes, wine in the morning does spoil the day," he muses drolly.

"I didn't mean--"

"Yes, yes, you keep saying how you don't mean anything," he closes the book and rests it on his lap, "as you didn't mean to mewl like a cat as I pet you, yes? Let's not pretend you are so innocent.”

You frown and go to turn away. In an instant he has a vice on your arm, pulling you back as his fingertips jab into you painfully. You whimper and face him again.

“I didn't say go,” he grits.

“Sorry–”

“Shh,” he puts a finger to your lips, “I don't want you to talk. You listen, that is your duty, yes?”

You nod, choked with humiliation. He lets you go and folds his hands over the book on his lap. He pushes his shoulders back and sits up straight.

“You will get up and go to the end of the bed,” he demands.

You obey without hesitation. You climb off the bed and take tiny steps around the bed, still wearing the shiny heels. You turn to face him and stare at the mattress.

“Head up. Eyes on me,” he orders, “you see, pet, we must train you as you seem to forget yourself.”

You open your mouth and quickly shut it. You stare at him, wide-eyed.

“Take that off.” You look around and he hums disapprovingly, “uh uh. Me.”

Your eyes snap back to him and you quiver. You touch the skirt, slowly balling your hands around the fabric. Your throat constricts in horror.

“You know how I feel about repeating myself,” he girds. 

You look down but quickly pop your head back up before he can reproach you. You run your hands up to blouse and toy with the hem. You shudder and lift it just a few inches, freezing as you fight to go further 

“Trust me when I say you do not want me to do it myself,” he scoffs, “don't play coy with me now.”

Your mouth draws to a tight line and you gnaw on your lower lip. You raise the fabric higher, exposing the unpadded cotton of your bra. The blouse catches on your chin before you wriggle free.

You lower it in between your hands and reluctantly let it fall to the floor before you. Your hands fidget and find the waist of the skirt. Your eyes flit to the wall and immediately back to Laufeyson as a growl crawls up his throat.

You reach back and unbutton the clasp. Your hand shakes on the zipper, tugging it down bit by bit. Mr. Laufeyson doesn't waver, his eyes fixed on you. Just on your face.

The fabric slackens and falls away from your hips. You stand in only the underwear and the heels. You teeter and step out of the shoes. You stare back at him expectantly.

“You're not done,” he slithers, his eyes clinging to yours darkly.

You blanch and let your mouth fall open. You'd never been naked in front of anyone. Ever.

Your hands go numb and move on their own. You can't deny his gaze or his tone. You reach back to unhook your bra and gulp loudly as you unbend your arms and it falls off your chest. You squeak and watch it fall.

He clears his throat and you look at him. You forgot. Your fingers trace the band on your underwear and you push your thumbs beneath. You bend little by little as you shove them down.

You feel your chest swell forward with the movement as your underwear dip to your ankles. You stand straight and kick them away. You cant help but hide yourself with your arms.

“No,” he growls.

You put your arms straight and let out a pathetic noise. His gaze clings to your far just a little longer before slowly descending. You shiver as you see the smoke in them. He lets the book fall off his lap as his eyes rove your figure.

He smirks, “see, it isn't hard to be good.”

[ilovechuuy4]

Kinktober | Week One | Praise Kink & Impact Play

Warnings; Praise kink, impact play / spanking, f1ngering, no real penetration of the male reproductive organ, kinks, straight 2 the point, multiple characters / no specified character name in fanfic, uhm I don't know how 2 write moaning. Orgasm from f1ngering, mention of licking cum, sorta short. Etc

Your soft whines have filled the room for hours, your body jolting at every lash of your lover's hand. It was pleasurable, yes, but you never knew when it came. You were bent over his leg, only dressed in his t-shirt that hardly covered your ass. "Hmm, you're such a good girl/boy. All whiney and bent over for me." He cooed, looking down at you, which you had your face buried into a pillow. Your ears red from embarrassment and the heat of it all. Muffled moans slither out from your mouth into the pillow as his hand collided with your skin. "Mhmp.. More." You couldn't help but whimper softly, making the other chuckle softly.

"Mhm? More? I'll give you more when you lift your head from the pillow so I can hear those pretty little noises, sweet thing." He teased, squeezing your ass cheeks with his lengthy fingers. You lift your head slightly, panting just a tad, a smile spreading on his face. "Awe, such an obedient thing. So good for me." He said, his ears filled with your quiet moans and pleads as his gently yet harshly spanks your ass. "Nggh.. Hold on." You whined, burying your rosey face back into the pillow. "Hm? What's wrong beautiful?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow his hand slowly rubbing your reddened backside.

"Nothing, nothing, it was just a bit much." You reassured, elicting a soft hum from the other. You felt your lover fumbling around quietly before you heard the cap of something click open. A thick, cold and slippery substance dripping down onto you tight heat. You squirm a bit, a soft hushing from the other through his closed teeth as he slowly intruded your entrance with his slim fingers. A soft cry of pleasure escaped your lips as he slowly works his digits in and out of you. His free hand gently gripping and slapping your ass with every thrust of his fingers. "You're practically sucking my fingers in, beautiful." He said, voice underlined with tease, you're face turning crimson.

"Ahh~ I can't hold it.." You murmured, back arched up like a cat's, teeth sunk into your bottom lip. A grin plastered on his face, pushing his fingers deeper inside, adding another as he thrusted them a bit quicker this time. "Oh you can't help it? But you're over here arched all pretty for me, you sweet thing." He said, slapping your ass once more as his digits pretty up inside, hitting that spot that made you see stars. A staggered, shaky and load moan withdrawing from your throat as your toes curl, fingers digging into the pillows. "Mhm, is that the spot? Hm, is it? Does it feel good, my lovely?" He cooed, his finger tips constantly hitting that spot, over and over.

"Ggh! Ahh!~ Fuck.." You moaned between gasps of air, eyes rolling back into your head as he finger-fucked you. It was actually pretty intense, more aggressive than usual but it didn't hurt. "Cum for me, let me see you let go all over my fingers." He spoke softly, yet his voice was filled with lust. You couldn't take it anymore, your peak reaching as your pleasure coated his fingers. Slowly, he withdrew his digits, bringing them to his lips before his soft pink tongue lapped at your release that coated his middle and index. "You're so sweet. Your all fulfilled but this is truely just the beginning." He hummed, patting your ass gently.

Characters || Fukuzawa, Dazai, Chuuya, Verlaine, Oda, Ango, Steinbeck, Nikolai, Fyodor, Shibusawa, Light, Eren, Wriothesley, Tartaglia, Diluc, Capitano, Pantalone, Dr. Ratio, Blade etc.

A/n; uhm.. I don't got much to say I'm so stressed but I need ppl to request for my 200 follower special and for uhm. Just in general for my November and December stuff since I won't be doing anything for Christians probably. Unless requested.

[misguidedasgardian]

Wildcats (Part XXXI)

XXXI. Lonely day

MASTERLIST

Summary: The most loneliest day of my life (sarcastically)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, minors with guns, cursing, a friends reference, might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: I highly recommend you to hear this song (the title of the chapter) by System of a Down, it's very good. I really like it.

“You know? I used to defend myself pretty decently in the kitchen”, you began softly, “but in the old times I would… you know watch a video on my phone and go, uh I want to eat that, so I would go to the store and get the ingredients to make”, you told them with a soft smile, “but never like this you know, you are like a witch, make magic out of… just things”, you laughed, Carol giggled as she put ingredients in a bowl, many of which came from a can

“It’s not that difficult, come here”, you passed by her side of the kitchen after washing your hands, and she began teaching you little tips. This goes with this, if you want it with sugar you can eat this, this can replace butter, and so on.

Daryl just watched the two of you bond sitting on the kitchen bar with his head on his hands, he seemed hypnotized by the two of you, so he just looked at your interactions with a small smile on his lips 

He stayed until she served the three of you food, and you ate happily, it was one of the best things you had eaten, and you let her know that.

The environment near Carol, for the first time since you knew her, wasn’t heavy or tense, for the first time she was being honest with you, her true self, as the three of you ate. You still could feel the darkness looming, of the impending conflict, of the coming war. But tonight, you decided to put all of that aside.

As soon as you were done with dinner, you cleaned up, and, to your surprise, Rosita came to the house looking for you

“Hey, what’s wrong?”, you asked her softly, her eyes were a bit bloodshot, like she had been crying

“Can you cover my guard shift tonight?”, she asked you, and if she was coming to you, you knew she didn't have another choice, so you nodded

“Of course”, you assured her

“Its from eight to 4”, she warned, but you nodded

“It’s everything alright?”, you asked her, she just shook her head.

“Abraham left me”, she whispered, “I thinks there’s someone else”, you opened your mouth

“What? really?”, you asked her. From all the couples of Alexandria, Abraham and Rosita would be the last ones you expected to split up, “I’m so sorry”, you whispered

“I’m just… too distracted you know? I don’t think I would be able to guard properly”

“Say less”, you assured her, she only nodded, and left. You weren’t concerned, she was a woman of a few words that preferred to lick her wounds alone, yet… This proved to you she knew she could count on you, so if she needed you, she was going to come to you.

“I’m on guard duty”, you told Daryl, as he was talking to Carol in whispers, both seemed like they were onto something very interesting, stopped speaking just as you entered back to the house

“Alright”, Daryl said simply, “ya sure?”, you barely nodded, so he didn't fight it. Rick came next to the house and Daryl took the opportunity to leave quietly, thinking you wouldn’t notice, you didn’t know what that was about.

“Tomorrow we are going to the Hilltop”, he said, you frowned

“Why?”, you asked

“To gather support to fight the saviors”, he said, he expected you were going to be against it, like he prepared for you for it. “I know you are not into the idea”

“Of my family starting a war?”, you asked him, “not really”

“We will win this”, he said, convinced

“But at what cost?”, you asked

“We will get Hilltop’s help, Jesus said they were trading with more groups… this could be the start of something, if we all fight the saviors they’ll have no choice but to release them”

“Promise you are only going to talk to the Hilltop”, you begged him, you didn’t even know what Hilltop was about. 

“Yes”, he said quickly, “I need you to stay here”. you would ask why, but you guessed is because of your negative for the whole operation in the first place, “Need you to keep the place in one piece, besides, Deanna is not into this either”

“Fine”, you said, “but I want to go eventually”, you said with a soft smile

“Of course you will”, he said, “Carl is staying, the new guys too”

“Fine”, you echoed. He left you. Of all the things you had disagreed on with Rick, this was definitely the worst one, the strongest you felt. Besides you couldn’t get distracted with a war, you needed to deal with the walkers on the quarry and to make Alexandria stronger and more united.

You went directly to the armory, you grabbed an assault rifle with a scope and a silencer, and you went to the gates, you stopped on your tracks when you saw Abraham and Sasha talking and laughing, with a very -strange- closeness between them. 

No… What?

You relieved them, and she nodded in your direction with a smile, you nodded back, but Abraham just didn’t even look at you, he was too smitten with Sasha to notice. 

You didn’t want to take sides, Abraham was… a great figure in your life and in your group, but Rosita was your friend and… you really needed to get more info on the matter. 

You shook your head and you climbed onto the platform near the gates. 

Something you had learned in your months alone… At night, you remembered how scared you were, those first nights, in complete darkness, not knowing what loomed there, until, one night, when you found a bottle of moonshine, you decided, very drunk, that you could “connect” with the night, with the darkness, that it was a state of mind, and after many nights -sober-, you determined you were right.

It took a couple of minutes, it required you to close your eyes to tune your ears, then open them to adjust them to the low light.

It’s a state of mind, it’s a state of mind

You chuckled when you remembered a funny chapter of one of your favorite TV shows, anyways… Unagi: A state of total awareness 

Anyways, of course you looked outside the walls, but you looked inside as well, from this perspective you could see the main street of Alexandria and many of their houses

From here, a silent post beside the wall, you could see many things.

You saw Rick coming out of Jesse’s house, what was up with that?

You saw the couple that just left take a turn and not go for Abraham’s house, the house he shared with Rosita, you saw them going into the group’s second house. You saw Denise with Tara walking hand in hand… and then you saw Daryl, coming out of Aaron’s garage, his usual workshop, with Carol and they seemed to be talking about something, they both seemed excited, which was very odd. They didn’t even catch you watching, so you just turned back to the complete darkness. 

It was such a contrast 

Out there? the wild, sick world that wanted to rip you apart and eat you, and in here… behind the safety of walls, stood you, protected from the outside world. Life & Death, Danger & Safety.

Bananas.

Some voices took you out of your determined stance, again, from here, you could see everybody, but nobody could see you. You look back towards the street, but the voices were ricocheting, it finally led you to the source, against the side of Deanna’s house, against the wall. From here, and with the help of the lights from the houses still on, you could see the distinctive figures of Smith, and Spencer, they were talking in angry whispers.

And then they both started walking towards you

You were a curious person, you wanted to know what they were talking about… but.. also if they say something you shouldn’t hear… But you couldn’t hear shit, Ross would be so disappointed. 

You just stood there, guarding, they are the ones that should be careful, right? But you really started to wonder what they had to talk about in such… 

“Good night darlin”, Smith seemed to interrupt Spencer in the middle of his sentence, clearly meant for him to shut the hell up now that he noticed that you were within ear range

“Good morning gentlemen”, you said with an even voice

“I thought Rosita was going to be up there tonight”, muttered Spencer

“She asked me to cover for her”, you answered firmly 

“You heard her, my turn to guard”, Smith muttered, climbing the platform you were on.

“It’s Spencer’s turn”, you clarified

“Well, I’m covering for him”, he said simply, and you didn’t want to be difficult, so you just nodded, trying to ignore his imponent figure by your side. You looked at Spencer walking away from the both of you, he seemed disappointed. “So? how are you feeling tonight darlin?”, he asked, there's something about him that made you terribly nervous

“I’m better”, you said, more firmly, trying to put as much distance between you as you possibly could, in that small platform it was a bit difficult, but you liked the space

“You ran off today”, he said, “I can tell this is hard for you”, he was being condescending, but you really didn’t want to react poorly

“It is”, you whispered, “I don’t want anybody to die”, you whispered, “we have been through so much, we finally have this thing going on for us and… I just want to enjoy it, but we can’t seem to catch a break”, you whispered. “With an army of walkers looming over us, and then the Saviors”

“They seem like nasty sons of bitches”, he said

“I just don’t get it”, you answered, “I’ve come across groups that…”, you interrupted yourself, “nasty ones, truly nasty ones, that I still have nightmares about… I just don’t understand, we should all be fighting the dead together, not amongst ourselves”, yous aid, exasperated, “we have all lived through unimaginable pain, none one of us has gone through this unharmed… we should be focusing all of our efforts into ending the hordes of dead ones, and try to make things right again, instead, we are fighting and killing each other” 

“So what do you think we should do with the Saviors?”, he asked

“Cut the best deal possible, now… before there’s dead ones on both sides… before it's too late, maybe we made it out the lot of us”, you said simply, “but Rick is right, they will not treat us fairly, I have seen it, these bastards are bullies, feeding on the terror they can impose on their victims, they will tease, and take, and bully, and press, and threaten, try and make us bend, and bend, and bend… but the thing is… we will break first”, you muttered, “we will snap”

“So that’s it uh?”, he asked, more outloud than expecting an answer

“I get what this Negan guy is trying to accomplish, I think, but that isn’t the way, you can’t put the worst people to deal with the decent people still in this world… that’s how it works, bigger empires had fallen for less”, you whispered, “anyways... The idea of having two people on watch is that they guard different points”, you said giving him a side eye

“Yeah sure but this is way more entertaining”, he said simply. You only chuckled

“Where you out there much?”, you asked him then, curious 

“Not really”, he said, “I was never alone, first I was with my wife, then with Laura and her father… then more people joined us… then… Well, some left, some died… other came and went, we were the last ones standing”

“I’m sorry”, you whispered

“How about you?”, he asked

“When this shitshow started I was in Atlanta, met some people there, we put on a team to try and wipe out the dead”, you muttered, “then I left said team after a couple died, I was alone out there, scavenging, never staying in one place… until Carl found me sleeping on a roof”, you whispered, “then I met the group, and we traveled together here, found it on our way to DC”

“Damn, you were out there alone?”, he asked

“Yeah”, you whispered, “For a while”

“How did you manage?”, he asked

“I’m not gonna lie there were some days in which I just… didn’t seem to see where the ship was going, know what I mean? so I just… discovered that primal part of me that many others have too… the survival part”, you rambled, looking into the void of darkness beyond the wall, “I have done things, thought things that a couple of years ago would have frightened me, but now, I just… I internalized it, created this thing, between the survivor and the old me, and she is… kinda unhinged”, you said, chuckling, he chuckled too, “I’m gonna take a lap”, you muttered

The hours passed slowly, by the time it was done, it was 4am and everything was dead, dark, not lights in the houses.

Smith found you in the other post and walked you back home

“So you are saying, you could work with the saviors”, he said

“I don’t think we have a choice, but I will do as Rick and the rest want”, you said

“What about Deanna?”, he asked then, and then you remembered his heated conversation with Spencer

“She is great, and a good leader, but my loyalty goes to Rick first”, you warned, he smiled, and nodded

“Good to know”, he said.

“Hey”, to your surprise, Daryl came out of the house

“You waited for me?”, you asked sweetly, but Daryl was too occupied throwing daggers at Smith to care for your words, as he reached where you were standing on the porch and placed a hand on your hip, possessively., “thank you”

“F’course”, he said, but he was still looking at this guy. “Let’s go”, he said, you waved weirdly at Smith who was just looking at the scene, entertained and walked away once you were back inside the house

“What were you doing with that guy!?”, he asked angrily, as soon as you were alone, making you flinch

“We were on guard duty, the both of us”, you answered back with a frown

“It's like everytime I turn you are with him!”, he said, and you didn’t understand why this guy make Daryl tick so much

“it was an unfortunate set of accidents”, you said calmly, “nothing else”, he promised, caressing his arms

“Don’t like him”, he said

“I know”, you answered back, “I will try to stay away from him, alright?”, you asked, with a smile creeping onto your face, you kinda found this jealous Daryl… interesting.

“What are you smiling for?”, he asked

“Never seen you this jealous before”, you teased, he smirked

“Yer mine, I told ya”

“Yeah, and you are mine”, you said, with your hand on his hips, “in that same square, what were you up to before, in Aaron’s garage?”, you asked him, he chuckled, but he averted your gaze

“Nothin”

“Are you going to try to put another bike together?”

“Yeah”, he said with a soft smile

“Well… if you are a biker you know what that makes me?”, you asked him with a cheeky smile

“Mmm my ol’ lady”, he said, you laughed

“Indeed”, you brought him to you and kissed him softly, “let’s go to bed”

“We aint’ gonna’ be sleepin’ much”, he warned

“Yeah I know”

“Tomorrow I got that trip to the Hilltop”, he said, his blue eyes analyzing your face

“Don’t go”, you begged him, his face quickly twisted into a frown

“What?”, he asked 

“Don’t go”, you insisted, “stay home, with me”

“I have ta’ go”, he said, “we are getting people to fight the saviors!”

“We shouldn’t”, you said quickly, “we shouldn’t fight them”

“They kidnapped and tortured you!”, he said angrily

“Yeah, and the claimers threatened to rape and kill us, after beating us up, and the terminus people locked us up and tried to eat us, and the wolves tried to hack us up while I wasn’t here, but here we are!”, you said

“Yeah because they're dead!”, he said quickly, “they are all dead!”

“I’m trying to get what happened to me behind this”, you said, he stopped in his tracks, “I’m not going to let what happened define me!”, you said angrily, “I’m not going to let those bastards ruin my life!”, you said, “but maybe it's too late, if you keep going down this path, it will be ruined!”, you said. He shook his head

“How ya’ think I feel?!”, he asked angrily, making you jump in your place, “M’yer man, of all the men here ya chose me to protect ya, ya gave yourself to me and I failed!”

“I’m with you because I love you for who you are, I did not “gave myself” to you because I wanted you to protect me!”, he stood there, quietly, “you are not at fault for this!”, you said back

“We need to make it right!”, he said back. 

“If you want to make it right just… don’t let it happen to anyone else!”, you said, “we can’t get anybody killed, especially not one of us!”, you said quickly, “do not go to war with that jackass, we will lose, we will, many will die, and that will not be in our hands, alright?”, he shook his head

“It’s happenin”, he said, “wer goin”, you just nodded. And he walked away from you

“Where are you going?”, you asked him

“My room”, he said, he wasn’t angry, but he did seem disappointed. You pouted, you literally pouted, he didn’t tell you to go with you. You just shook your head to keep your tears at bay and you went up the stairs, to your room.

One step forwards, and two back…

You slept alone for the first time since you were back, and it felt crappy, and you promised yourself that whatever it was, tomorrow you were gonna fix it before he leaves. You were so tired you fell asleep immediately.

The very next day, you helped them get everything they needed.

You looked like a little kid, whose parents were going out and were going to be left at home with their least favorite aunt or uncle.

“When we come back, we’ll deal with the walkers in the quarry, we will need the training”, Rick promised, just like a parent would give a poor consolation prize to the kid left behind.

You barely nodded.

You watched Daryl move things into the RV, head hanging low, so you approached him with a smile

“Be safe”, you said, he looked at you surprised, as he didn’t expect it, like he expected you to be mad at him

“Yeah”, he assured you, you hugged him tightly, kissing him softly on the lips, everyone was there, you didn’t care, he was smiling when you split

“Come back to me?”, you asked him

“Always”, he answered back

“M’sorry fer last night”, he whispered

“You don’t have to be, people disagree on things, that’s what happens”, you said gently, “I did not like sleeping alone tough”

“Yeah, me neither”, he whispered

“Have you heard the saying, if you can’t fight them join them?”, you asked him, “I will join you in whatever you all want to do if I can’t convince you otherwise”, you whispered, he nodded, “there’s strength in numbers”

“love you”, he whispered

“love you too”, you answered back

“You both are going to give me diabetes because of all that sweetness”, Carol mocked as she walked by, ready to go.

Going out there was a risk, with the saviors going around, so they were taking most of the team, and where heavily armed, just in case

Maggie, Glenn, Beth, Abraham, Sasha, Eugene, Carol, Michonne, Aaron, Daryl, Morgan and Rick.

Leaving you with Rosita, Tyresse, Gabriel, surprisingly Alexander, and of course the kids and the Alexandrians 

You wanted to go to the Hilltop, but this wasn’t the day, and you were not gonna fight it, you only regret you didn’t have that jealousy-motivated sex, Daryl was looking all riled up and… you were getting horny again

“I know that look”, whispered Daryl in your ear, you giggled

“You get me all riled up and then you bolt, that is not nice Dixon”, you warned, he chuckled

“I have something nice for ya, fer when I get back”, he whispered, that truly peaked your interest, you looked quickly at both sides, and when you made sure nobody was watching you, you hooked your finger in the hem of his pants

“It better be something I haven’t seen before”, you teased, he got so red he hid under his hair

“It ain’t”, he said, after shooking his hair off of his face and looking at you with a sheepish smile. You smiled widely

“You know how curious I am, and you saying this just before taking off is kinda mean”, you laughed, “but… I’ll make sure to have something nice for you too then”, you said with a smile

“Yeah, and I don’ mind if I had seen it ’fore”, he teased back, hooking his finger to the belt loop of your jeans. You giggled

“Come back soon then”, you said confidently, “my ol’ man” 

“We will, my ol’ lady”, he whispered back, leaning in and kissing your lips.

You made sure to hug each and every one of your people that were going on that mission, as you liked to do, and you even waved goodbye when you saw the three cars leaving through the gates.

You helped Rosita close them.

“Wanna tell me what happened?”, you asked her. She looked back at you with a sad smile

“I’m gonna be needing a drink for that”, she said, you nodded, “I know where Spencer keeps his good stuff”

“Good thing he is guard duty tonight”, you said and she smiled

“What are you ladies planning?”, asked Alex, walking towards you

“Is a weird thing you didn’t go”, you said, changing the subject, he shrugged

“I’m conflicted with the chain of command”, he said, “I want to follow Deanna’s lead, and she doesn’t approve of this, and maybe because of that it was Rick to ask me to stay, so we don’t leave the place without that much firepower”, he said simply

“Well, good one, we should get together for a little dinner at night”, you said with a soft smile

“Yes, but… we have a busy day ahead of us”, he said, “training the people for once”

“I’ll go with you”, you answered back, “I need it too”

You weren’t here, when a band of fuckers that called themselves the wolves jumped the walls and started butchering everyone

They didn’t get far, luckily most of the people where here, but there had been several casualties, and now the Alexandrians were more motivated to take their classes in defense, they had seen first hand the cruelty of the new world.

It had been a bloodbath, it got bad

10 people died, Alexandrians, old people, defenseless people, many of Carol’s fake friends

But the wolves had died, all of them, something ensued with Morgan… it got ugly. You didn't like him, you avoided him. He was a bit… unhinged 

You were kind of glad you weren’t here for that. 

It was a productive day, it felt like it. You participated in the class with Rosita and Alex, you made lunch for the people still here, and then you helped Tobin in the guard posts. He insisted one day you could have a whole walkway between the posts, and more of them too. All around the wall, it was a nice dream

Alex told you he was gonna fill a well to help with a water system for the plants, but he told you and only you he was going to hide the guns away from the community before you could use the tanker, so you went with him, so you could watch nobody was following you. 

You hid the guns in a container Alex and Abraham buried with Alexandria’s machinery they were using for the walls, it was a nice place near the construction place.

You took another Pentagon gun, you believed it was the coolest thing ever, to have a once government issued gun? super cool. You were gonna need another silencer, lucky for you, it wasn’t common for them to use them in their guns, so there was always one around.

You also took a couple of walkers on the way

And you came back before the sun sets

You were concerned for your friends. You had this weird feeling in your stomach, that something was terribly wrong, and yet, you couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

What if they got attacked on the road? What if the saviors get to them?

You wanted to believe they would give them a chance, if their plan was mainly to subdue communities to get their shit, you guessed they needed them alive for that… and also… they were badasses… you were gonna pity the saviors they encountered. 

When you were back in the streets of Alexandria, you were walking abc home after refilling the well when you encountered Laura

“Hey, wanna grab something to eat at my place?”, you asked her, she smiled at you

“Sure”, she said with a smile

And you gathered with Carl, Alex, Rosita, Gabriel, Tyresse, the guy Gary, even Spencer, Smith, you all joined. You laughed with them, told stories, you talked, and you were happy, they were finally joining in. 

You wanted to include them, like Rick and their people included you.

But you’d come to find out… soon… that Daryl’s words, the ones that he told you last in that barn before you got to Alexandria… prove them right.

In the longest debate on who to trust and who don’t, which people are good and which ones aren’t, on those who are deserving to be welcomed in Alexandria and in the inner circle and those who weren’t… this was going to be a hard lesson to learn.

You managed to get rid of all the rest and stayed home with Rosita and Alex

“That pelirrojo hijo de puta left me for someone else”, she said, sipping on the scotch. You looked at her and wondered: how the fuck did Abraham could possibly pull someone better than Rosita?, and Alex seemed ready to poach her too. That sneaky motherfucker

“I’m sorry Rosita”, you whispered, “never saw it coming”, you said 

“You know what he said? that he thought I was the last woman on the planet, so that’s why he got with me, and now he realizes that I’m not”

That seemed to be unnecessarily cruel.

“But I don’t want to ruin the night, el puede irse a la mierda, so… how are you and Dixon doing?”, she asked you

“We had a little fight last night… but we made up this morning”, you said simply, “I’m just worried about the savior’s shit, 

“Oh yeah, you made up… miss that honeymoon face”, she mocked. 

“Well lucky you ladies, i haven’t been with anyone since before the collapse”

“WHAT?!”, you both asked at the same time

“Not many choices”, he said as a justification, “I was in killer mode”

“Ah c’mon, there’s plenty of nice women right here”, you said back 

“Este está como un avión de combate”, muttered Rosita. Alex laughed. “You speak spanish?”, she asked, surprised and amused 

“Sí señorita”, he said, and now, as they exchanged heated glances, you felt like you were third wheeling but BADLY

“Oh my, should I get out of the line of fire?”, you mocked

 “Oh c'mon this is just getting started, we have Smith and Spencer covering our asses tonight”

“Yeah and I slept like 4 hours and I’m on Judith duty tomorrow morning”, you said 

“Well, tonight she is with Olivia”, said Rosita.

“Still… I…”, you were destroyed, feeling like you could sleep for days.

“Fine we are going home”, she said, winking, as they both said their goodbyes and left you home. Haunting thought, but if something you knew about relationships in the apocalypse is that each new day you were alive, it was some sort of gift, and there was no time to waste, so… if you wanted something you better get it.

All the couples were getting together rather quickly, again, no time to waste

So you went up to your room, Carl was sleeping, Judith was with Olivia, and the rest of the house was empty.

You fell asleep quickly

But the thing is… when you knew everything, meaning, the safety of those around you, depended on you… your senses heightened, it happened when you had your nieces and nephews with you in the past, and it happened now, it was funny, when you were with Daryl you could sleep through the third world war, but now? you jumped out of your bed when you heard the gates (that were like three blocks away), being opened. And then the sounds of engines. 

Were they back at this hour?

You got out of bed and walked to the other side of the house, and looked through the window

You felt your heart in your fucking throat when you saw a strange trucks coming in, and other vehicles behind it.

What the fuck?

You ran back to your room, your jeans on and boots, got your gun and ax with you, and went to get Carl

“Something is going on!”, you alerted him, and he jumped right with you, he looked at his windows and came back to you, he grabbed his gun from under his bed and was ready in a second

“Go to Olivia’s, wake her up, take care of Judith, shoot anybody that crosses the threshold”, you commanded, and you went down the stairs with him.

You needed to get back to Rosita and Alex, you needed to alert.

“WAKEY WAKEY EGGS AND BAKEY”, someone shouted, it sounded like it was out of a speaker. “PEOPLE OF ALEXANDRIA, WOULD YOU BE A DEAR A JOIN US HERE ON THE STREET?”, that voice sounded hauntingly familiar

You got out of the house by the back door and you escorted Carl until he was inside Olivia’s, and then you managed to turn towards the main street

Trucks with their high lights on were illuminating the main street like a macabre show. There were at least a dozen silhouettes standing there in front of the vehicles, you couldn’t tell who they belonged to.

“WE AIN’T GOT ALL NIGHT PEOPLE!”, you could see people exiting their houses, an

The you saw even more people coming towards the houses, a couple to where you were standing, hiding behind the side of a house

“SAVIORS, GET IN THERE, BRING ME EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THIS LAZY PEOPLE!”, fuck, the saviors where inside the walls, they just went in like they belonged here, but… Spencer was on guard! Spencer and Smith and…

“Spencer? why don’t you give a few words to these kind people? tell them we have nothing to fear”, the voice said simply

“If you come out now, nobody is going to get hurt!”, he said shakily, that traitor. You went inside Rosita’s house.

“It’s me!”, you said quickly, at this point, nobody was asleep

“UP HERE!”, she said. 

“They’re coming”, you said, climbing the stairs 

“Ese hijo de puta!”, she cursed, and when you got to them, in the second floor, you gasped

“Is that… Smith?”, you asked, as the angle finally let you see who was there, front and center

He whistled, a whistled that made your blood ran cold, he was holding a barbed wire bat, and dressed in a leather jacket, but it was him alright

“I HOPE YOU HAVE YOUR PISSING PANTS ON!”, He said loudly, “you are gonna needed them, NEGANS HOME!” 

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[butterphii]

4:20

TW: Quick, AT WORK, hot and dumb man, fingering, edging, talking through?, height difference, chubby reader, pet names (babe, baby, my love)

TIME IS EST.

I JUST WANTED TO WRITE MORE JAKE PERALTA. DONT JUDGE ME PEOPLE.

------------------Jake Peralta-------------------

You waited at your desk, pretty much across the room from your boyfriend, now fiance, Jake. You worked hopefully well and pretty quickly, waiting for the agreed upon time of 4:00 P.M. Occasionally you'd look up to see him looking at you, making sure you remembered, and then giggling to himself when you made eye contact.

It was now 1 minute before 4:00. You were more excited than you should be, but you purged the thoughts from your brain as you watched the clock tick. Tick. Tick. "Ding." You whispered to yourself. "Huh? Is it time for lunch again?" Scully said, appearing to be sleep talking. You ignored it, stood up, and made your way to the file room, Jake following.

You waited in there for him, but for only about 2 seconds. Because, well, right when he walked in and shut the door, he grabbed your waist and started kissing you. He was neat with it, his tongue exploring your mouth while yours danced with his. You leaned your head up to continue the kiss, as he was taller than you.

You made sure the door was locked before he pressed you up to the door, quickly attempting to take off your pants, but laughing into your ongoing kiss when he had to unbutton them slowly. His hands, veiny and slightly bigger than yours, traced all lines of your silky panties before slowly sliding them down.

His hands pinched softly at your soft pudge and heavy hips, admiring your hip dips and stretch marks. "You're gorgeous, babe.." He whispered into your mouth before gliding his soft face down your neck, his hands massaging your inner thigh.

He massaged his way to your pussy, gliding his fingers through your slit before spreading your lips, slick stringing across them. He mumbled positive words about your pussy, saying gorgeous it was and how wet you were for him.

You moaned quietly as he put the tip of his middle finger into your tight hole. "Shh, my love, we can't be caught here," He whispered into your ear, nibbling on your ear lobe. You made a quick nod as his thumb grazed your swollen clit, adding another finger before rubbing it.

You were silenced by his hand covering your mouth when you attempted to say his name. His thirsty eyes looked into yours, motioning you to stay quiet. You nodded again, letting him put another finger into you.

Your body tightened against his hand, your hand clutching his arms for dear life as you pressed your head against the wall you sat upon. When he noticed you were about to cum, he pulled his fingers out, letting your body release itself.

When he saw you panting tired words, he started again. He added another finger, 4 of them inside you at once. "You like that, baby?" He groaned softly. You nodded once more, attempting to stay quiet but whimpering when he sped up.

You were again on the brink of orgasm when he cut himself off. He stopped his fingers once more, letting you return to your more relaxed yet tired mind.

He started up once more, you physically whining when he continued and kept going faster. You gripped the hand he had on your waist with one hand and his hair with the other. "You've been super quiet, so I'll let you cum..." He moaned into your ear, feeling your pussy tighten with his words, your body pulsing and your mind going in and out of how amazing this man is and how amazing it is you'll be married to him.

You came wildly on his hand, trying to keep your composure as you'll still have to be working after this, but shaking a little like a crazy person when he kept pumping his fingers while you came. He pulled his wet and sticky finger out of you, putting you to the ground and helping you dress your bottom half. Right before he walked out, leaving you to get ready, he licked and sucked his fingers, blowing a kiss to you.

By the time you sat back at your desk, clean and contempt, you watched him look up from the work at his, a cocky grin on his face, it was only 4:20.

[denaliwrites]

What My Heart Was Worth

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader

Catch & Release Prompt: "Withdraw"* (*Also fulfilling requests)

Summary: You thought everything was going fine... until Alec started to pull away.

Soundtrack: My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski

Requests: Tentatively open.

Warnings: Canon-Typical Heart Problems.

You knew, from a logical standpoint, that gradual changes were the hardest to recognize. That time passed, things changed, and often people are none the wiser until the change is pointed out to them, or something suddenly brings it into sharp focus.

But you weren't sure how you didn't notice how Alec's nights grew sleepless, how he grew restless, how he spent more and more time away from home -- away from you.

No one told you Alec was withdrawing. You were left to realize that on your own one rainy summer day.

You stood at your kitchen window, watching fat droplets hit hard against the glass. You should've been doing dishes, but all you could do was watch the rain and think how oddly appropriate it was for the weather to mourn the death of a child.

Suddenly the door slammed open, and with a startled squeak you turned to see Alec angrily pacing across the room.

"Babe --" you started after him.

"Not now!" came his ever gruff voice, plagued no doubt by the horrible case he had to work. It stung, that he'd reply to you so angrily, but you said nothing. That was something he had to work through.

You, on the other hand, had rain to observe.

It was some time later -- at least ten minutes, but maybe more, maybe even an hour -- that you felt his arms wrap around you, a gentle yet lightly prickly kiss pressing into your shoulder.

"I'm sorry I snapped," he said. You didn't look at him, but you leaned your head against his in acknowledgment. "The Latimer case is just... but that's no excuse to treat you poorly. And my hours... and the surgery... I just haven't been fair to you lately."

You watched water roll down the window thoughtfully. "Surgery?" you asked quietly. He'd been working this whole time, surely it was something minor. A root canal or something, maybe?

"My heart surgery. To put in the pacemaker...?"

He pulled away to look at you, to take in your horrified expression.

"Ah. I didn't tell you."

"No, you didn't," you growled as you turned out of his grasp, moving to the other side of the room. "How do you forget to tell me something that important, Alec? You... you could've died, and I'd have never known! At least, not until I got a call from the hospital by a nurse who's too overworked to care!"

He sighed, turning to face you and leaning back against the counter. "I'm sorry, darlin'."

"Sorry? You're sorry?"

"As a matter o' fact, I am," he replied, easily, calmly.

For some reason that broke you. "Fuck you, Hardy," you managed through a collection of half sobs and half giggles.

"Ssh, darlin'," he cooed as he came over to you, pulling you into a soft embrace.

You clung to him tight, unwilling to let him go now that he was back -- not just physically, but actually mentally present with you as well.

"Please don't go back to the office," you begged his shirt quietly after a long stretch of silently holding each other. "Please."

"Darlin', I have to --"

"The case will still be there tomorrow. You're not gonna solve it tonight even if you do go back. Just... please. It's one night."

He sighed into your hair, arms squeezing you gently. "I can't --"

"That's bullshit, Alec."

Another sigh, and his hold on you loosened just a bit. You thought he was going to let you go, but instead you heard yet another sigh, this one defeated. "Fine."

Your heart fluttered ecstatically, but you dared not overwhelm him with your joy. "Perfect," you said as you pulled away, stepping in the direction. "First things first, you need some fucking sleep."

He followed you dutifully as you pulled him to the bedroom, got undressed and slipped under the covers with you. Held you close as the two of you stared up at the ceiling and listened to the rain.

"What would you have done," he started, breaking the silence carefully, "if I had died?"

"Torn my heart out and sewn it into your chest myself, if it meant you'd go on."

"I'm worth that much to you?"

"Oh, no, you're worth much more to me... but my heart is the most I can give you, the only thing I can give you... and you have all of it."

Silence stretched on. Worry started to eat at you, until --

"You have all of mine too... but there's something else you could give me, y'ken."

"What's that?"

"Your hand?"

You suspected you took his meaning, but his hand in yours, fingers brushing where an engagement ring was sure to go, really sealed it.

"You have it."

[ilovejuicymw2men]

- SUMMARY; graves has came back from deployment. he's touch starved. enjoy you whores :3

- CONTENT; 18+ only, fem!reader, unprotected sex, graves saying "that's it." around 50 times, strong language, creampie? ( i'm too scared to look up what a creampie is so i'm just going with it )

i ain't doing a word count cause who got time for allat!!

i dont use capital letters cause it looks neat.. let me live

you were putting some leftover salad in the fridge from earlier, going over to the sink to wash your hands. you hear a familiar voice behind you. "miss me darlin'?" graves sneaks his hand around your waist. resting his chin against your shoulder.

"phil? i didn't think you would be home for another month i haven't made you a proper meal yet-" your interrupted by his hand clasped over your mouth. "shh." he says, "m' not hungry anyway. for food atleast." he says, planting a small kiss on your cheek.

you turn around, looking at his battered up face, "shit, are you okay?" you mutter, your hand automatically raising to cup the fresh cut running from his ear to his cheek. overlapping his previous scar. "im fine princess." he says grabbing your wrist and putting it onto the counter. before leaning foreword and kissing you.

you let out a little breathless whimper as he grasps your hips, hard enough to leave a bruise. he doesn't break the kiss, he moves to your neck. sucking on sensitive parts of your skin as you grasp the back of his head.

he picks you up effortlessly, hurdling you over his shoulder and up the stairs. into your bedroom which you had just cleaned. he gently placed you down onto your back on the bed. he admires you from the end of it, before shutting the door and clambering on top of you.

he begins to tug on your shirt, "hands up." he says in a commanding tone, you do as your told. lifting up your arms as he glides the soft fabric over them. and onto the floor. "holy fuck." he says examining your breasts. he could cum alone at the sight of you, defenceless. infront of him.

he removes his own shirt, and belt.. and pants. until he was left in his boxers. he slips a finger under the rim of your underwear. a shiver runs down your spine at the feeling. he slowly removes them. not looking up. "god your so beautiful." he mutters to himself as he lowers himself down to the end of the bed.

he spits on his hand before coating your already wet cunt with his own saliva. "so wet for me aren't you?" he smirks to himself before lowering his head. his nose under your clit and stubble tickling your thighs.

"f-fuck phil." is all you could say as he begins to run his tongue up and down your folds. slowly, teasingly. "please.." you whine, arching your back a bit. "please what sweetheart." he says looking up with a sly look.

"faster." that was clearly enough for him. he speeds up, entering one of his fingers into your tight cunt. you mewled as he pins your thighs down. his tongue working magic on you.

your hands move down to grasp his hair, "i-i'm close." you mutter followed by another pathetic whimper. "shit!" you hiss, he adds another finger, than another. "oh god i'm gonna-" without any warning you release onto his fingers. "good girl." he says quietly. removing his fingers and sucking them clean.

he stands up, grabbing your stomach and flipping you over into a doggy position. he removes his boxers. his hard cock springing out of his pants. you hadn't fucked in 4 months. you knew it was gonna feel bigger than usual.

you faceplant a pillow at a low effort to cover up your moans, even tho it never works. he lines himself up at your entrance. before ramming himself into you. you let out a loud squeal of pain and pleasure into the pillow. gripping onto the bedsheets.

"your so- fucking tight." graves says, before pulling fully out. and slamming right back in. you let out another pathetic whimper as your face contorts. he starts at a fast pace, pulling out and then ramming back into you.

graves was letting out little noises, which he does very little. you push yourself further onto him. his tip kissing your cervix lightly. "a-ah shit." you let out a loud moan as he picks up the pace. repositioning himself so he's slamming right into your g-spot.

your vision was going hazy, you were close and so was he. "fuck baby just like that, that's it- your doing such a good fucking job." he would utter in between thrusts. his words made the knot in your stomach tighten even further.

"i'm gonna cum." you say, your words muffled into the pillow. he speeds up again. the room filled with groans and whimpers coming from you and graves. "don't cum yet." he says, it sounded more like a plead than a command but you comply. your face getting hotter by the minute.

"i don't think i can hold it-" you state, a whimper escaping your lips whenever you tried to speak. "i can't hold, i'm gonna cum- please baby.." you blabber on, your brain filled with nothing but pleasure.

"cum, cum on my cock baby. that's it, m' coming-" you do as your told, releasing all over his length. his orgasm chasing not far behind yours. the feeling of your tight walls clenching around him throws him over the edge.

he lets out a loud groan before burying himself as deep as he can inside of you, painting your walls white as you let out a breathless whimper.

"you did so good princess." he says before leaning foreword and kissing your forehead. "i'm gon' run you a bath, stay here. kay?" before you could obliege he had left to the bathroom. you tangle yourself in the sheets as you try and process what the fuck just happened.

help i lowkey started cringing in the middle of this but i had to persevere and pretend like i was in poe ai or some shit. but yeah that's my first smut!! :p